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jungkook-fanfic-blog · 4 years

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“It’s Not A Kink, I Swear”

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader

Summary: You always wanted to try something with your boyfriend, but never had the courage to say it. You’re always reminded of it whenever you look at his tattoos.

Genre: Smut, little bit of fluff, established relationship, idol verse

Warnings: PWP, dom/sub themes, dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, dirty talk, praise, forearm riding, unprotected sex (wrap your dickies, don’t get kiddies), creampie, ass grabbing, nipple play, short handjob, somewhat cockwarming, name calling (Jungkook calls reader slut like once), cussing

Word count: 2.7K

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Walking inside the apartment you shared with your boyfriend you instantly felt relief, mostly because the AC was on while the world outside was on fire, but also because you couldn't wait to spend some time with your boyfriend, despite him coming home at a crazy time. Putting away the take out you picked up on your way from work you call out into the seemingly empty apartment, there was noise coming from the living room, like your TV was on even though you distinctly remember turning it off before going to work.

"Kook? Baby you here?"

You heard a grunt in response coming from the living room, walking into it, you saw your boyfriend lying on the sofa, remote in hand and flipping through channels. It was a rare sight to see him at home before you, knowing just how demanding his job is and how packed his schedule is. It definitely was a rare sight, but one that put a goofy smile onto your face.

"Hello babygirl, how was work?" He asked, pouting his lips to get a kiss from you to which you gladly complied. Kissing his pouting soft lips you let out a small giggle which brought a smile to his face. Jungkook sat up, grabbing your forearm and pulling you onto his lap, hugging your waist. You let out a quiet 'fine' as you wrap your arms around his neck. Just noticing that he was wearing a tank top, his muscles and tattoos on full display.

You told him multiple times he should reveal all his tattoos to their fans, knowing damn well there are fans who would kill to see them all and see your boyfriend in a tank top, proudly showing them off. Jungkook was still a little hesitant about the whole thing, but he was getting more comfortable showing them. You secretly loved that you're one of the few people that actually got to see him, see his tattoos, like this.

It made you feel special.

Although just the thought of his tattoos was enough to get you excited, thinking of his inked fingers inside you, fucking you until you can't think was extremely inviting and pleasing to you. You never really liked tattoos, always seeing them on men that would talk big shit, saying how they are basically gods against men. So really maybe you didn't have a problem with tattoos, but with whom you associated them with.

And then the pictures dropped. Pics of Jungkook and his new sleeve tattoos, his knuckles graced with the word ARMY on them, and honestly you thought it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. You did message your boyfriend asking him about them, well more like sending him the pictures with a message attached that said "Motherfucker what the fuck?!!!" You were experiencing a lot of emotion at the time, one particular emotion, one spark, that you never believed would come from a guy with ink, but one that always came from Jungkook.

Fuck maybe you shouldn't have thought of it so much, you could already feel yourself starting to get wet, getting more comfortable on his lap you grind lightly on his crotch, catching his attention.

"What are you up to princess?" Jungkook smirks at you, watching how your eyes dilate slowly and your expression becomes more lust filled.

You felt his strong hands move downwards on your ass, squeezing it tightly. You always did joke with your boyfriend that he had an ass kink, no matter how much he denied it. Always showed him photographic evidence of it, pictures of him and his hands on his members' asses or videos of him slapping them, there was even the time Jungkook said touching their butts was a way to relieve nerves before a concert.

He truly was an ass man.

"You like it babygirl?" He asked while he massaged your cheeks and squeezing here and there. You let out a whimper, moving your hips more, your eyes darted to his right forearm and bicep every once in a while, catching Jungkook's attention.

"What is it baby? What do you want?" He was teasing you and he knew it, you always got shy when telling him exactly what you wanted him to do, yet he loved hearing you say it and beg for him to give you a release. Yet you couldn't utter the things you wanted from him, thinking it might freak him out although you knew he'd give you anything and everything you wanted. "Come on baby, speak."

His big hands moved to your breasts, immediately pinching your clothed nipples between his fingers making your back arch and have your chest pressed against his own. Your hands planted themselves on his pecs this time, always loving the feeling of his hard muscles under your fingertips. Jungkook suddenly twisted your sensitive buds, you were moaning in delight at the attention you were given.

He started kissing your neck slowly, "You're not telling me Y/N." He said in a sing-sang voice, tone teasing with a hint of dominance, he wanted you to tell him, and he wanted it now.

"I-it's a little dirty." You stuttered, cheeks hot at the thoughts that were swimming around your head, at the actions and feelings you wanted to act upon.

"Oh I'm counting on that princess."

"It is also something we've never done and might be a tad weird." You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, your brain telling you to turn back now while there was still time and do everything like you always have, but your body was craving it, wanting to experience this. At least once. Jungkook gave an amused 'oh' at that, leaving wet, hot kisses on your jaw.

"Now I'm extra intrigued." He began sucking hard on your collarbone, no doubt leaving red marks all over them. You could feel his hardened bulge directly on your pussy, igniting the fire between your thighs even more. Suddenly you wanted nothing more than to get out of your jeans, the barrier between the pleasure that was awaiting you. Moving away from Jungkook for a second you began unbuttoning your jeans, wanting to get up and get them off but your partner had other plans. Jungkook flipped you and pressed your back against the sofa, easily hooking his fingers in your pants, as well as your panties, and sliding them down with ease.

He flipped you back so you were once again straddling his lap, your juices leaking out and making a mess of his gray sweats. You could feel the ache of your pussy, your clit wanting to receive attention from your super fucking hot boyfriend. Fuck, he is so beautiful.

"Tell me your fantasy Y/N," Jungkook whispered in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine in anticipation.

"I-I want to ride," you lick your dry lips, moving your eyes from Jungkook's intense gaze to look down at his shirt. Jungkook cocked his head to the side, urging you to continue, "I want to try riding your forearm." You mumbled the last word while burying your face in his neck, shyness overtaking you after placing the request, despite you being half naked on top of him.

Jungkook grabbed your thighs, spreading them more over his lap, a smirk playing on his lips. He moved his left arm underneath them but halted as you grabbed his wrist, "Not this arm." He let out a chuckle, moving his right arm under you and lifting it so it's pressed against your throbbing bud. A delicious moan left your throat at the feeling of his skin against you, making you instantly move against it.

You dig your nails into his shoulders to steady yourself, eyes closing as you lost yourself to the feeling. The smooth skin rubbing at your most sensitive part, the knowledge that you’re making a mess of his gorgeous tattoos made your hips buck into his forearm more, needing to feel more. You were moving faster, feeling your release close in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook's fingers grabbed your ass and squeezed it, loving the way a gasp fell past your lips at the added sensation.

"Ah...mmm...fuck Kook!" You moaned into your boyfriend's neck, wrapping your arms tightly around it.

"Close, my love?" His tone was teasing, you were getting sloppier with your movements, going from front to back, to one side and other, in circles which did mean you were close and he knew it. "Come on babygirl, cum. Cum all over my arm. Make a fucking mess like you fucking wanted."

And those dirty words were enough to push you off the edge. The sheer thought of getting to see his veiny, tattoo-covered forearm covered in your cum, glistening with your sweet release was the last drop that spilled the water out of the glass. "Fuck! Jungkook!" You were cumming with a loud moan, riding out your high slowly. Your hips slowed down their movements at the oversensitivity of your clit. You felt kisses on your cheek and forehead, silent praises of 'you did so good' and 'such a good girl for me' fell past your boyfriend's lips.

"Was it everything you hoped for?" Jungkook asked as you lifted your head from his shoulder, his big bunny smile in front of your eyes. You nodded your head mumbling a 'yeah' in affirmation. You took a glance at his forearm, whining in delight at the sight, his arm and tattoos glistening in cum under the light.

Jungkook started kissing your neck again, sucking sweetly, licking and biting intensely, no doubt making hickies that he'll gloat about later especially if someone points them out. At some point Jungkook lifted his hips up and took off his sweats down to his knees, you suppose you were sucked into your pleasure too much to notice him undressing.

You looked down at his boxers immediately noticing the tent in them and a wet spot at the top of it, you moved your hand to the elastic band of his boxers and pulled them down to expose his cock. As it sprung free hitting his lower stomach your hand hovered over it before squeezing and rubbing the head of his cock which was spilling precum down his shaft. Jungkook hissed at your touch, his cock was very hard and sensitive and ready to be slipped inside your wet, hot cunt.

He lifted you by your thighs and positioned you directly over his dick, his head rubbing at your entrance teasing you as he slid it in a little then out. You mewled at the teasing of it wanting to feel him inside hitting that heavenly spot that made you go weak in the knees and cry out in pleasure. You tried lowering yourself down on his cock but Jungkook held you tighter not letting you on it.

"Not yet babygirl, not yet." He kissed your cheek, "Beg for it little slut." He entered you suddenly, his girth stretching your pussy pleasantly, yet he didn't move just yet only stayed inside of you, hard and unmoving.

"Beg." Jungkook's voice was stern practically ordering you what to do and you fucking loved it. You loved when he dominated over you, when you gave him all of you, your mind and body, he took care of you so well. You tried moving on his cock, lifting your hips to feel the thrusts that always make you scream but were denied once again.

You whined at the loss of pleasure, cheeks heating up as you muttered the next words, "Please Jungkook fuck me with you cock. Wanna cum again. Fill me with your hot cum, please." Your face felt hot at the dirty way you begged for his cock, begged him to give you the pleasure only he was capable of providing. Suddenly you felt him thrust himself into you hard, immediately finding and hitting your G-spot earning a loud moan like whine out of you, nails digging into his shoulders.

You felt full, felt complete.

Jungkook didn't give you any time to adjust to his cock, thrusting deep inside you which made you yell out in delight. He never slowed down his thrusts only lifting his hips inside you in perfect rhythm, the head of his cock hitting your spot over and over again bringing you closer to another delightful release. His grunts and low moans were only fuel that made the experience of his relentless work that much better. You loved when he moaned, when he grunts in pleasure that he was receiving from you.

"Fuck baby, so nice and tight for me." He nibbled on your ear, "Love fucking this pussy." His sultry voice whispered in your ear, he knew how weak you got when he spoke like that. He pulled your shirt up to your breasts, pulling the bra down to expose them for himself. He licked both nipples at first, but began sucking on the left one, squeezing and massaging the right one. You bit down on your lower lip at the excessive amount of euphoria you were experiencing.

"Mmm...ah fhuck." Your words were broken, eyes closed tightly and mouth opening to let out whimpers and moans. You couldn't focus on anything but his sweet licks and sucks, his massaging and squeezing, his powerful thrusts which were bringing you closer to your second orgasm and closer to his orgasm as well. "Mmm Koo need cum."

He detached himself from your sensitive nipples with a loud pop, there was a throaty chuckle from your boyfriend, "You need cum, hmm? Whose cum baby?" You whined at his teasing, nibbling your lip again, he knew what you needed yet he was being a little jerk about it. "Oh wait little one, did you mean you need to cum?" You could only nod in agreement as you started moving your hips to the rhythm of his movements.

"Fucking - ngh shit - fucking cum for me again,” he moaned again, throwing his head back against the couch before telling you to look at him and locking eyes with you. “Cream around my cock babydoll, milk it dry." If you thought his thrusts were hard before they started being merciless now. Jungkook was chasing his own orgasm as well and every time he became sloppier and harder with his momentum. A particular harder push against your spot had you cumming around him.

“Jungkook!” You were screaming his name in pure bliss, pussy tightening and keeping his hard dick inside. You felt his cock twitch, the feeling of your tightness had him cumming deep inside you as well, filling your wet walls with his hot, white seed. “Mghm...fucking hell!”

Jungkook slowed down, hugging you around the waist, burying his face in your soft breasts, panting heavily. His girthy cock was still inside you keeping all his cum where it belonged, as he would say. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried catching your breath, hair sticking to your foreheads as you moved his wet bangs from it, giving a quick kiss on top of it.

Jungkook cradled your face in his hands, giving loving kisses on your swollen lips. “I love you.” He mumbled giving you yet another kiss that had you smiling into it.

“And I love you.”

Jungkook embraced you into his chest, laying down with you on top of him. “Do you plan on taking your dick out of me?” You ask with a giggle against his neck, placing a small kiss there. He hummed silently while locking his fingers in your hair, running through it gently.

“Just a little longer.”

You gave a silent noise in agreement, cuddling closer to him. You could feel his cock becoming softer inside, yet you didn’t really care, you always enjoyed being close to Jungkook like this. You knew you’d have to get up to clean yourselves, but you wanted to stay like this a little longer.

“So, how did that kink work out for you?” You ears felt hot at his simple question.

“It’s not a kink.” You tried to weakly defend yourself, fists curling into his tank top..

“Suuuuure.” Jungkook’s sarcasm was practically dripping from his voice.

You whined, “It’s not a kink, I swear!”

Jungkook only laughed at your response.

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Painkiller - 7

Time for the next part of Painkiller, time to meet Jackson's brother Hunter, time for some smut! Hope you like it, let me know <3 Previous parts can be found on Nashi's Masterlist

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Ella) Summary: Ella is preparing dinner, Hunter helps her to relax over the phone and Ella makes an unpleasant discovery. Warnings: RPF, smut, phone sex, daddy kink, slight dom/sub dynamic, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation (f and m), NSFW, 18+ only! Unbeta'ed, English is not my mother tongue, sorry in advance for wrong spelling or bad grammar. Credits: Pics for the moodboard are from Pinterest. Face claims - Kelly: Pamela Reif, Hunter: Patrick Wilson, I don't know Henry Cavill, this is all fantasy and completely fictional.

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Three days later on Saturday afternoon Ella was preparing the tomato sauce for the veggie lasagna she was going to make for dinner. She couldn't help reminiscing about the countless times she had cooked together with Henry, it was one of the many things they both loved to do. A soft laughter -the first in days- escaped her mouth when she thought about the one night they had planned to make "Risi e Bisi" but somehow they ended up throwing the ingredients at each other, laughing like crazy. Henry had chased her through the apartment, both of them armed with fistfuls of frozen peas. Ella had managed to lure him into an ambush and stuff a handful of ice cold peas into his hoodie. The face he made had been hilarious and his revenge had awaited her promptly. He'd pulled her close just to drop his load of peas into her shirt. Then he'd hugged her tightly with rubbing motions and soon they'd both been covered in water and mashed peas. They had been lying in each other's arms, their bellies hurting from all the laughter.

Thinking about the sensation of his body so close to hers immediately made her whole body tingle with desire.

No...no more moping...it's your own fault, Ella scolded herself. This gorgeous man had been right under her nose but she had wasted the chance to make him her man. And damn he was so perfect, he truly was. On the outside obviously but even more on the inside. He was all she'd ever wished for, she knew this now, now that it was too late.

Ella stirred the sauce lost in thought. Was it all over now? All the things they usually did together? All the talking, all the laughter, all the time they spent together? For sure their relationship was about to change, now that Kelly had appeared on the screen. Kelly. Ella rolled her eyes. She hated her already just for dating Henry but then again it wasn't her fault Ella had fucked this up. She didn't know how Ella felt about Henry and she deserved to be given a chance. Maybe she was nice. Or maybe she was a bitch. Ella had to remind herself constantly that this had been the reason to invite them in the first place. To find out what kind of person Kelly was and what exactly she was playing at. She was glad Jackson would be there to support her, because Ella was so fucking nervous, tense and scared. She hadn't slept more than a few hours in days and she felt exhausted just by thinking of the dinner. What if the lovebirds felt the need to kiss and cuddle all the time. She shook her head. Don't think about it. It's gonna be alright!

The ringing of her mobile startled her out of her thoughts. Ella looked at the screen with a surprised frown. Hunter. She turned off the stove and took the call.

"Hey there!"

"Hi Bella." His dark, rough voice that sounded like he had a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey every day greeted her friendly. Bella...he had only started to use this name for her when they had their 9 ½ weeks a good year ago. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, doing great. Enjoying my weekend." Ella said convincingly.

"Why are you lying to me?"

"What? I'm not��"

"Don't even start your bullshit. Jackson told me about your strange little double date. So please don't try to tell me you're not tense as fuck." His words were harsh but his voice was smooth like velvet and it was a relief to know she wouldn't have to pretend she wasn't broken.

"Your brother is such a gossip." Ella muttered.

Hunter chuckled. "He is, but he means well, Bella. He's worried about you and your, well, complicated relationship with Henry. He says you're getting depressed."

"I'm not and it's not really complicated. I friendzoned him, I fell for him, I was too stupid and too hesitant to tell him and now he's dating another woman."

"You love him and you're hurting badly." It was no question, it was a statement.

"Yes." Ella admitted with a whisper.

"And you're torturing yourself with this dinner tonight. "

"I just want to meet her, learn what kind of person she is. I'm going to have to deal with her compulsorily in the future. And I wanted to meet her in my safe space for the first time." Ella swallowed hard, her eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

"I see and I understand that." Hunter lowered his voice and it was even more comforting than before, like a warm blanket that hugged her body. "But I know you won't make it through this date when you're so tense and on the brink of tears even now, a few hours before they're gonna arrive."

"I'm not at the brink of tears, Hunter."

"Of course you are. I can hear it in your voice."

Silence.

"You're going to break down or lose your temper in front of her. I can't let that happen."

"And what are you going to do about it? You're in Berlin, I'm in London."

"I don't need to be physically close to help you relax, baby girl."

Ella's body got all goose-pimply with his words.

"Hunter, I can't…"

"Of course you can. And you're gonna start with not contradicting or questioning me again."

Ella gulped. His words took her by surprise and she wanted to relax so badly but at the same time she wasn't sure if she was able to do so. Hunter's way, the way he'd made her relax so many times before.

"On the phone?" Ella still sounded unsure.

"Yeah, why not."

"What about Henry?"

"What about him?"

"I know it's silly, but it kinda feels like cheating on him."

"Baby, I'm not going to touch you, you're not going to touch me. And he's not your boyfriend."

"I know, but it still feels strange." Ella's voice was barely a whisper.

"What's really strange is that Jax is 100 % sure that Henry loves you just as much as you love him, but yet, here we are. You are a picture of misery and he's probably fucking this girl right now to ease his own tension."

His words made something inside of Ella snap. Hunter was right. Ella was single, she was free to do whatever she wanted with whomever she chose for it, just like Henry was free to shag Kelly.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked.

"First of all I need you to tell me that you really want this. Not for me, not for him but for yourself, to feel better."

"I do."

"Baby girl…I need more" Hunter snarled and it sounded incredibly sexy.

"Okay...I want to relax and I want you to help me and tell me what to do and I will obey"

"That's my good girl." His praise, spoken in his dark, sensual voice made Ella shiver with arousal. "What are you wearing?"

"A denim dress."

"The cute one with the puffed sleeves and the bow."

"Yes."

"I bet you look delicious, baby girl."

"Thank you, daddy." It felt so good to call him that, to let him be in charge. Ella's chest was heaving fast and her pussy started to throb in anticipation.

"Panties?"

"Sure."

"Strip them off. Slowly." He ordered and Ella did it. "Imagine it's not you but someone else who reaches under your dress. He brushes your pussy with his fingers and you feel it through the fabric of your pants. You want more but you don't get it. He just pulls your panties down and gives them to you. Now you're naked underneath your dress. Okay? Talk to me, Bella."

She took a deep breath.

"Yes, I took them off."

"Are they wet?"

"Yes. Soaking wet, daddy."

"Just by my voice. You're such a needy brat, aren't you?"

"I am. I'm horny. I'm pathetic."

"That's how I like it best, little one." Hunter let out a deep, rumbling laugh that made Ella blush furiously. "I want you to go to the living room. Sit down in your wing chair."

Ella did as she was told, her legs felt a little wobbly and her heart was racing. The sensation was incredible. She sat down on the edge of the chair.

"I'm sitting in the wing chair now."

"Good girl. Now turn me on speaker and place your mobile on the coffee table beside you."

A rustling sound came through the phone and Ella knew that Hunter was doing the same with his phone. She couldn't help but wonder what he was wearing right now, if he was just as aroused as she was. But she wasn't allowed to ask. She knew that.

"You're on speaker now." she said in a soft, husky voice.

"Good. Now hitch up your dress and spread your legs."

Ella obeyed. "My legs are spread."

"Wider." Hunter's voice was dripping with desire and his breath was going shorter than usual.

Ella sighed deeply. "As wide as possible." she said.

"So now that you're spread wide open, like a cheap whore, place your hands on your knees, let them wander up your thighs."

Ella closed her eyes with a little sigh, let her head sink back and started to run her hands over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

"I do. It feels great…" A moan escaped her lips.

"Take your time and don't touch your pussy, baby girl."

Ella whimpered softly.

"Not yet, Bella. I want you to tell me what you're imagining right now. Whose hands you feel on your body."

"I feel your hands…"

"Don't you dare lie to me. I know what's on your mind. Tell me the truth, be a good girl. Tell me your fantasy."

"Daddy, I…"

"Tell. Me. Fucking. Brat." His voice was sharp now, cutting the thick atmosphere like a razor blade.

Ella gulped again, taking a deep breath.

"It's Henry, daddy. Henry's hands are on me. He kneels in front of me and he's completely naked. I can see his toned, hairy torso and his impressive cock, that stands erect between his massive legs. His big, strong hands run along my thighs. But there's someone else. It's you. You're sitting on the sofa. You're completely dressed but your fly is open and you hold your big, rock-hard dick in your hands, you are watching us. You are watching us and you're turned on, daddy. You're so horny, you start stroking yourself."

He moaned lustful through the speakers.

"Yes, that's it, doll. Go on. Tell me what Henry's doing. Tell me what I'm doing. Touch yourself. You're allowed to please yourself in any way you want."

Ella brought her hand between her thighs with a sensual sigh. She felt her wetness, her swollen folds, the heat of her core. She let her fingers glide over her clit, through her lips and started to finger herself, striking her g-spot slowly, letting her thoughts roam around in the fantasyland that was building on her mind.

"Henry strokes my inner thighs. He does it slowly, touching every inch with his fingertips, teasing me. My eyes are closed, my head is bent back, my lips are slightly parted and I enjoy the sensation of his tender touch, of the heat he's radiating. I can feel him move closer, he's shifting position. Oh my god…" Ella let out a raspy groan. "His face is between my legs now. He starts to kiss my pussy. I can feel his mouth, his lips, his tongue. It circles around my clit oh so slowly." Ella was panting now and Hunter got winded too. She heard his soft moans through the speaker.

"My eyes fly open when Henry starts sucking gently on my sweet spot. It feels spectacular. My gaze meets yours daddy and I'm scared that you're mad at me because I let another man go down on me. But you're not. You like what you see. You're jerking yourself off with slow, powerful motions. We keep looking at each other while Henry continues to eat me out. And he does so well, daddy, so well. He licks and sucks and nibbles with so much devotion. I'm already close. God, Henry, that feels so fucking good...I hiss through clenched teeth."

Ella stimulated her clit now, she was indeed close to her orgasm but she wasn't ready to let go yet.

"Fuck, baby girl. You're doing great. Go on, make daddy happy…" Hunter demanded panting and moaning. Ella could tell by the noises that came through the phone that he was jacking off and the thought turned her on even more.

"I grab Henry's head, bury my hands in his dark curls. I lift my hips a little, pull him closer and he starts fingering me. His mouth is still on my clit, working its magic. I shriek with lust, I feel like I'm about to explode, the tension building within me is so strong, it's almost tearing me apart but I'm not there yet. Henry! I cry out his name and he intensifies his actions. My eyes never leave yours, your body, your cock, daddy. I love watching you touch yourself. It's stunning how it turns me on even further. You are close, I can see and hear it and then you get off. You let out a long growl and I miss your hands around my throat but watching your cum shoot from your cock is just as hot and I climax too. I come and the orgasm Henry is giving me is the best I've...I've...oh my god….fuck...Hunter."

Her orgasm swept her away like a strong, hot wave making her whole body go stiff before it started to relax deeply. She heard Hunter curse and grunt in the back of her mind. She knew he was cuming too. She knew the noises he made when he reached his high too well. He panted loudly, hoarse moans mixing with soft sighs before silence filled the room.

"That was perfect, doll. You did so well, baby girl. You made daddy happy." Ella couldn't help but beam with pride. Hearing him praise her that way was the best substitute for physical contact, for after-sex cuddles.

"Thank you Hunter." Ella said after a few minutes. "I really needed this."

"You're welcome, Bella. I enjoyed it too. Are you relaxed now?" His voice was so tender, his words so caring. "I am. And with Jax's help I'm gonna make it through this dinner."

"Of course. And whenever his date acts bitchy or nasty just remember that her man ate your pussy today."

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They arrived on the dot. With the strike of 7 the doorbell rang. "Here we go." Ella looked at Jax, who had come earlier to help her and to calm her down. She took a deep breath. "Let the games begin."

"Yeah… we're gonna rock this, Elsie." They fist bumped and Ella opened the door.

Henry was standing there, larger-than-life, handsome, gorgeous.

"Hi." He said with a sheepish smile.

"Hi, come in."

Henry entered the room and a pretty blonde followed him. She was a natural beauty, her long, wavy hair had the colour of honey and her eyes were dark brown.

"Ella, this is Kelly." Henry gestured to his date and Ella could tell he was nervous.

"Nice to meet you." She tried her best to give her a sincere smile. Kelly gave her a funny look, she seemed to be surprised for a split second but then she returned Ellas smile and took her hand. "Nice to meet you too, Ella. Finally. Henry's has told me so much about you."

"Oh...really? Unfortunately I can't say the same about you. So I'm looking forward to getting to know you tonight." Ella gave her another smile. "Kelly, this is Jackson."

"Hi." Jax waved at her with a wink before he greeted Henry with a quick hug and a pat on the shoulder. "Let's sit down and have a drink?" He suggested and Ella was glad he took over as a host.

Half an hour later everything was going pretty well. The first ten minutes were a little awkward but now it was okay. Henry and Jax were talking shop about vintage cars and Kelly seemed to be nice. She was friendly and polite but there was something about her that was odd. Ella couldn't shake off the feeling that she'd met her before, she looked vaguely familiar but Ella couldn't put a finger on it. When Kelly giggled like a silly school girl after Henry had made a joke, realization hit Ella like a punch in the face. Of course she knew her.

"Jax, could you help me with the appetizers? In the kitchen?" Ella interrupted him mid sentence, when he was just gushing to Henry about some old motorcycle he wanted to restore.

"Um...sure. Now?"

"Yes. Now. Sorry to interrupt you." She gave him and Henry an apologetic shrug and a smile.

"Okay…"

When Jax closed the kitchen door behind them Ella turned to him. She was so pale, Jax got scared she was going to faint.

"Elsie, what the hell? You look white as a sheet. Are you sick?"

"Jax, I know her. I know Kelly." Ella whispered.

"What? How?"

"She's the girl that asked me about Henry's dick at Gianni's. The one who told me she would want him as her sugar daddy."

Jax gasped, staring at Ella flabbergasted. "Fuck. Are you sure?"

"100 percent. She looks different today, much more natural. She was covered in tons of make-up back then and wore stylish and very sexy clothes, so I didn't recognize her right away with her pure-college-girl-look but when she giggled like a child about Henry's stupid joke it dawned on me. I remembered her doing the same when she talked to me in the ladies' room. It's her, without a doubt."

"But how's that possible? They met accidentally on the phone."

"I don't know. Coincidence?"

"What are the odds? Out of all numbers she dials Henry's accidentally? After all she said to you about him being a good catch and such? I think we can rule out that scenario."

"Yeah...maybe you're right. But how did she get his number?"

Jackson looked at Ella with a shrug.

"Do you think she remembers you?"

"No idea. Maybe. She gave me a funny look when they arrived."

"Are you gonna tell Henry?"

"No. I can't. She's gonna deny it and make me look like a jealous bitch. And I can't prove anything. I've never told Henry about the restroom-encounter."

"Right." Jackson started chewing on his lower lip. "Fuck...this really sucks."

"Yeah. Maybe I should talk to her first. Give her a chance to explain."

"Sounds fair. Okay, here's the plan. After dinner I'm going to show Henry my car. I'm here with the vintage Alfa. It's nothing special but he's too polite to say no when I invite him to take a look at it. You stay here with Kelly and roast her."

Ella took a deep breath.

"Okay."

"Yeah?" Jackson gave her a sceptical look.

"Yeah. I'm gonna find out what the bitch is up to. No matter what it takes to get it out of her." Ella was in a fighting mood now and it was showing in her tone. If Kelly was just taking advantage of Henry, if she was a nasty schemer, just wanting him for his money and fame she was going to find out. She wouldn't let Kelly hurt Henry.

"So we're doing this?"

"Absolutely. There'll be be a cold day in hell before I let her fuck Henry over."

Jackson smiled at her and gave her a warm hug.

"That's the spirit!"

~~~~

tbc

#henry cavill #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill smut #friends to lovers #henry cavill rpf #cavillry

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capriccio-con-espressione · 4 years

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Checkered Skirt

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1330 words

Warning: Sub!Hendery, Dom!Reader, Spanking, Cross-dressing, Use of pet names, Oral sex (male receiving), Pegging, Overstimulation, Sexting at work, Hendery is whiny and horny

A/N: This fic is based on an ask as well as this pic (tho slightly altered). Originally planned to make this a brief drabble but I went overboard again, anyways I hope sub!Hendery feeds the lust of the sub!idol community and mine.

When is Mistress coming home to take care of her needy pup’s problems?🐶

A message from Hendery popped up on your phone screen while you are still bombarded by tedious paperwork you just want to rip through, exactly like how much you want to rip off your boyfriend’s clothes, and his whiny messages certainly aren’t helping.

Be back in half an hour. Stay put. You warn

😣😣😣. Came Hendery’s immediate reply. How about this?

A sinful photo then leaps into your screen, in which Hendery posed in front of the mirror in his black leather collar with “Y/N’s pup” inscribed on it, and he is dressed up in a dark checkered shirt with a matching mini skirt barely covering his crotch, not to mention his hard-on. A pair of black knee-highs accentuated his lean figure wickedly perfectly, and the fact that he is kneeling on the around with his slender legs spread wide open, his hand around his clothed shaft, just fuels your frustration even more.

Fuck you. You reply, irritated by the provoking sight.

Language 😜. You feel as if you can hear his mischievous laugh even you are a screen apart. You always disciplined me for this, so why are you breaking your own rule?

I follow no fucking rules in my house, pet. You sharply retort. But you’re right, you’re so getting properly disciplined again for this. You’d better be in your position once I am home. Understand?

You then ignore his message affirming your order since you are in fervent need of getting your work done as quickly as possible now, and you swear your fingers have never worked this hastily on your keyboard before. Soon you find a shortcut to complete your workload, and in no time you are at your doorstep, satisfied by the sight in front of you.

Hendery is on his hands and knees, his barely clad butt poking out as he’s gazing up at you with a naughty glint in those large piercing eyes, as well as a paddle between his grinning lips, his cock glistening with need.

“Well, well, well.” You crouch down to his level. “Whose pretty puppy is this hmm?” You coo as you take the paddle out of his mouth, grazing his jawline with it.

Before he can respond, you give a harsh yank on his hair, taking no time to force him up, dragging him to bedside table and quickly bending him over, before securing his torso onto it.

“You don’t whore up while I am at work.” You hiss into his ear before landing a smack on his skirt-covered flesh with the paddle, the fabric buffering the sensation before he gets the taste of the real deal you’re up to, teasing his senses as well.

“You don’t talk back to me like you know better than I do.” You chastise in between rough fervent spanks. “Last, “ You lift up his skirt, toying with the hem while caressing his freshly beaten flesh. “your Mistress follows no rules since I am just superior by nature, get it, slut?”

“Ow-! Y-yes, Mistress-ah!” Hendery’s reply is interrupted by another sharp smack plus a lick on his buttock, as you proceed to suck and nibble on the supple flesh as if you’re enjoying your favorite meal, while your boyfriend is already a moaning squirming mess at the humiliating yet intimate feeling.

“Mistress hnnnghh you feel so good…ahh...”

“Really?” You breath on the back of his cock. “But do puppy whores like you deserve to feel good hmm?” You inquire before lashing out with your paddle again.

“Ah-no! Ahhhhh...I don’t deserve...ahhhhhh!”

“Care to explain why you don’t deserve to be pleasured?” You purr while caressing his hot skin, pinching his inner thigh from time to time, earning grunts from your sensitive boyfriend.

“B-because I...I’ve been so bad…”

“Bad is an understatement.”

“Hahh...cuz I’ve been a horny pup wanking in heat...mmmm” His voice trails off into incoherent noises once you muffle him with a deep kiss, your palm lightly and sensually spanking him as he erotically moans along with each slap.

“Such a depraved little pup…” You lovingly peck him before untying him and flipping him over on the table. “I’m gonna destroy you until those pretty doggy eyes of yours are all glossy and hazy...crying out to your Mistress for mercy…”

“Destroy me then. Mistress.”

You then bend down to moisten his shaft with your tongue, with your fingers busy lubricating his entrance before gradually adding them to stretch him. Hendery’s mesmerized, moaning loudly as he’s both serviced and humiliatingly intruded.

When you finally reach up to unbutton his shirt, he attempted to take off his skirt. “No, keep that on, I prefer you partially nude, looking so disheveled and vitiated…” You continue as you exposed his nipples, planting sloppy kisses on them with one hand caressing the region still covered by the skirt, toying and pulling with the fabric, while the other hand is still busy fucking him deep and slow.

Soon you are fully equipped with your strap, driving deep into his prostate with your free hand tangled in his silky strands, pounding into him hard and fast.

“F-ffuck puppy harder pleeaase…” Hendery pants as he pleads, fueling your pent-up lust even more as you pick up your pace, causing him to moan out even more lewdly. When he’s closer and closer to his peak, not only did he clench tighter against your ruthless cock, but also his sock-clad legs are wrapped closely around you, the smooth fabric turning you on as you can’t help but compliment how pretty he looks right now.

“Such a beautiful fucked-out pup…” You lock your gaze with his, watching his expressions that are overwhelmed by extreme pleasure, before diving in for another round of wet sloppy kisses again. Sounds of contacting lips and entwining hips are interspersed by a few smacks on his ass, driving both of you insane and nearing your edge.

Shoots of hot white liquid are followed by a series of broken cries, but you still relentlessly drill into him like a hungry beast ravishing its first ever meal in days. Hendery’s teary but also surprised gaze locks into yours, yet he can do nothing but indulge in the building pleasure over and over again as he cums twice in the next few minutes.

“Please...please Mistress I can’t take it anymore...you are too good…”

“I thought that’s what my filthy pup wanted hmm? Getting its insatiable needs completely filled…” You say as you wickedly pump his now ultra-sensitive dick.

“Ahh-no! Please Mistress I-I am s-sorry for... riling you up earlier pleeaasee…stoppp” Hendery’s pain is evident in his struggle with words.

“Really? Isn’t it my puppy who begged me to destroy him?”

“Y-yes I was a s-slutty pup...but now Mistress please spare me I can’t take no more…” Hendery begs with tears that threaten to fall

Satisfied with his realization of his proper place, you release your grip on his cock and replace it with soft, reassuring kisses all over his body, before wiping away the excess fluids on his belly as well as his tears, then you go on to remove his cum-stained clothing.

“This is a reminder that you should never wear skirts again unless you want it wild and rough just like today…” You smirk as you present the dirtied spots on the checkered skirt to him.

“You’re such an insufferable pervert.”

“Look who’s talking!” You fail to hide your triumph behind your feigned indignation in your tone, before ditching those clothings in the laundry bin and returning to cuddle with Hendery back on the bed.

Though there is total silence between you, your now tired boy’s arm is wrapped around your waist the whole time before he finally drifts off to sleep, leaving you mesmerised in thoughts of how lucky you are to have a man that is so compatible with you as your boyfriend.

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wishuhadstayed · 4 years

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First comes love, Then comes marriage....

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: 3.2k 😳

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy (does that need a warning?) otherwise, none.

Summary: Aaron and reader return from their honeymoon with some exciting news (Part 7 to Begin Again)

Author’s note: Y’all know I couldn’t just leave it at a wedding 😘 (also the pic below is terrible quality but this is what I envision Aaron looks like on the honeymoon, plus slight beard, of course. You’re welcome 😏😉)

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

Two weeks in the south of France had been the best of your life. Aaron, being a hopeless romantic had wanted something special for your honeymoon and planned it all, with a little assistance from Rossi and Emily, of course. No typical cruise to the Bahamas would do for his beloved wife.

Three days after your fairytale wedding found you lying facedown on a beach, warmed by golden rays of sunlight. The sound of waves crashing on the sand a soothing melody. A deep, familiar voice cuts in.

“You’re gonna get burnt if you don’t use some sunscreen.”

Turning your head and squinting one eye open, you spy Aaron. Dressed in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, he is truly a sight to behold. Broad shoulders, bare chest, all toned, athletic muscle, and all yours.

“Help me out?” you request, coyly biting your lip. “So I don’t miss a spot.”

“I’d love to,” he replies.

Next thing you knew, he was on top of you knees straddling either side of your waist as he leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to the nape of your neck. Putting his massive hands to good work, he slowly massages the coconut scented lotion into every inch of flesh not covered by your bathing suit.

“Easy there, we are still in public,” you remind and he lets out a pouty groan. Moving from on top of you, he settles so close that your legs touch and fixes you with his best sad puppy look. It wins you over every time.

“The day is still young, my love,” you say, reaching to stroke his scruffy jaw. The mischievous grin he flashes in return is enough to make your heart skip a beat.

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“Aaron,” you call from the bathroom as you’re preparing to go out for dinner. He arrives momentarily, dress shirt slightly unbuttoned and tie draped over his shoulder.

“What is it, darling?”

“Can you zip me up?”

“Of course, dear,” he replies, pulling your hips flush to him before tugging the zipper into place. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he places a warm, scratchy kiss just below your right ear, melting you instantly.

Taking in your form in the mirror, he comments, “You look ravishing.”

“If you don’t stop, we’re never going to make it to dinner.”

“Would that be such a sin?”

“You know we’ll probably never get another chance like this,” you remind him while buttoning up his shirt. “We should enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Alright, you win. Fancy dinner it is.”

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The next morning, you woke early. Rolling over in bed, you find Aaron still asleep, his face serene. Not wanting to disturb your husband’s much needed rest, you slip quietly to the bathroom and into the large tub.

Waking alone, Aaron gets up to investigate, finding you submerged in the tub, the water and bubbles barely protecting your modesty.

“Good morning,” he says, taking in the sight before him with dark, hungry eyes. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“No. And you looked so peaceful I couldn’t bear to wake you.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“I had just started washing my hair.”

“I can help with that.”

Sliding forward, you create just enough room for him to settle behind you. Resting your head on his bare chest, you let out a soft sigh of contentment. His strong hands work the lavender scented shampoo through your hair, forming a rich lather as he gently massages your scalp.

“Mmmm, we should do this every day,” you whisper.

“I wish we could, but it’s back to the real world soon.”

“Let’s not think about that. Let’s just stay like this a while longer.”

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Eight weeks after the honeymoon and things had indeed gone back to normal. Aaron had gone back to work, and you were running yourself ragged trying desperately to keep up with Jack. Between school, soccer practice, keeping the house clean, and trying to squeeze in time with Aaron whenever he was home, you were genuinely exhausted.

Early one Saturday morning you’re rudely awakened by a sudden and powerful wave of nausea. Shoving Aaron’s shoulder, you try to rouse him. “Hmm? What is it babe?” he manages, still half asleep.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you groan, clutching your stomach.

“What?” he questions, now more alert.

“I feel like I’m gonna puke.”

With that statement he rises, scooping you up from the bed and carrying you swiftly to the master bathroom. He places you gently on the cool tile in front of the toilet not a moment too soon. He smooths your hair away from your face as another wave of nausea overwhelms you, forcing everything out of your stomach. As you place your face on the cool porcelain bowl, he rubs your back soothingly.

“Are you alright, baby?”

“Yeah,” you reply shakily. “I actually feel a lot better now.”

Sitting up slowly, you turn to face him and see the thoughtful look on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was just thinking...” he murmurs quietly, voice trailing off.

“Thinking what?”

“Are you pregnant?”

“PREGNANT?” you practically screech, eyes wide with shock. “You think I’m pregnant?!”

Pulling you close he explains. “You have been saying that you’ve been super tired lately.”

“I’ve been taking care of a 6 year old boy and running a house by myself, OF COURSE I’M TIRED,” you state crossly, unwilling to believe his explanation.

“I know you have darling,” he soothes, softly stroking your back. “But this seems like a classic case of morning sickness.”

Thinking about it, you can’t really help but agree, even if you’re not quite ready to accept it. “Yeah,” you sigh, leaning your head on his strong shoulder. “You’re probably right.”

“We should get a test. Just to be sure.”

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Returning from the drugstore, you both head for the master bathroom once more.

“Wait here,” you request. “I’ll call you in once I’m done.”

A few moments later, you call and he enters. Finding you seated on the tile, he wraps his arms around you.

“How long do you have to wait?” he inquires.

“Three minutes.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes.”

“Terrified.”

Feeling you start to tremble, he squeezes you reassuringly. “Everything’s going to be alright.”

“If you say so.”

“Well, it should be about time. You ready?”

“I can’t look, Aaron. You do it.”

Shifting slightly, he reaches for the test perched on the edge of the countertop. After a moment of silence, you can’t take it anymore.

“Oh come on! Out with it, you’re torturing me.”

Looking into your eyes with the warmest smile, he says, “It’s positive. We’re having a baby.”

Hearing the confirmation, you burst into tears immediately.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asks, pulling you closely to his chest and planting a soft kiss to forehead.

Looking up into his perfect chocolate eyes, you confess. “I want to have a baby with you, I really do. I’m just scared. So... scared,” you sigh.

“I know it’s unexpected and really soon, but we’ll figure it out. We always do, dear. I suppose this means you’d rather not meet the team for brunch today.”

“Crap!” you exclaim. “That is today isn’t it? No, we have to go. We promised. I’ll never hear the end of it if we don’t show.”

“We can reschedule if you want.”

“No, I’ll go. It’s fine. Just please don’t tell them, Aaron. I know you’re excited, but I’m just not ready.”

“I swear on my honor, I will not tell a soul.”

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The whole way to the restaurant Aaron could barely keep his hands off of you and focus on the road. He was every inch the proud dad already, and no one even knew except the two of you. You had to admit seeing him so excited was exceptionally cute, and secretly it made you the tiniest bit excited as well.

Walking up to the restaurant, Aaron keeps a steady and reassuring hand at the small of your back. Approaching the door, Aaron opens it allowing you to enter first.

“There’s the happy couple!” Announces Rossi, standing to greet you both. The two of you make your rounds at the table exchanging hugs and handshakes with the whole team before taking your seats. Looking around, you notice Penelope has already taken the liberty of ordering mimosas for all the ladies.

Quickly flagging down the waiter you ask, “Can I have a glass of water please? Thank you so much.”

“What’s up, sugar?” Penelope inquires. “You’re not drinking? You just got married! You should still be celebrating!”

Trying not to raise too much suspicion, you do your best to brush it off with a reasonable excuse. “We had enough alcohol on our honeymoon to last a lifetime,” you laugh, hoping no one sees through your little white lie.

“Speaking of alcohol, I have a great story for you all,” you say with a sly grin.

“Oh no,” Aaron groans, covering his flushed face in embarrassment. “Do you have to tell it in front of everyone?”

“YES,” you insist. “It’s the sweetest thing. We had dinner one night with plenty of wine and when we got back to the hotel, he crashed on the bed, still completely dressed in his evening wear. I knew it wouldn’t be comfortable to sleep in all that, so I started trying to take off his jacket and unbutton his shirt when he starts struggling and swatting my hands.

I heard him mumble, “stop, don’t touch me,” but I really didn’t think anything of it and kept on. Next thing I know, he’s slapping my hands again and I swear to God his exact words were,

“Stop trying to get me naked! I’m married! I love my wife!”

I almost cried laughing, I swear. I grabbed his hands so he’d stop swatting me and said, “Aaron! Aaron!” That finally got his attention. “I am your wife.”

“Oh,” he said, giving a thoughtful look. “In that case, carry on.” And then he immediately passed out again.”

By the end of the story, the whole team is roaring with laughter and Aaron is looking like he’d very much like to crawl under the table and hide.

“Oh my God,” says JJ, wiping tears from laughing so hard. “That is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“I’m never going to live this down, am I?” Questions Aaron.

“Afraid not, boss man.” Morgan replies.

“Can we please change the subject?” your husband pleads.

Having pity on Aaron, Emily steers the conversation ina different direction.

“How have things been since you got home?”

“It’s been good,” you reply. “I’m just so tired! Keeping up with Jack and taking care of everything when Aaron’s gone is a full time job,” you say, patting Aaron’s knee and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“She’s been amazing, honestly. Jack loves having mom around. I was getting a little worried because she’s been feeling a little under the weather lately, but she seems a lot better now.”

Across the table, you can see the wheels turning in Penelope’s mind. Before you can even guess what she might be up to, she blurts out,

“Are you pregnant?”

The whole table goes silent in anticipation of your response.

You feel Aaron’s hand squeezing your leg under the table and you wrinkle your face in frustration as you give him permission.

“Go ahead and tell them,” you sigh.

At this everyone’s eyes widen as they listen closely.

Aaron speaks up. “Well, we were going to wait a while before telling anyone, but,”

“I’m pregnant,” you interrupt.

The whole table erupts into excited chatter.

“That’s fantastic news you two,” Rossi says. “It’s about time I had another kid around to spoil.”

“Congratulations,” offers Reid. “This baby will be lucky to have such great parents.”

“Oh, Jack is going to be such a good big brother,” gushes JJ.

“This baby is so loved already.” Emily comments.

“That’s gonna be one good looking kid,” Morgan chimes in, making everyone laugh.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Penelope inquires.

“We honestly have no idea,” you reply. “We found out just before you did.”

“Oh my God. Oh my God” Penelope stammers out, clearly panicking. “I had no idea! That was so rude of me to ask. I am SO sorry.”

“It’s okay, Penny!” you reassure. “You all would have figured it out sooner or later. Besides, we both want you all to a big part of this baby’s life. We love you all.”

“Does this mean we get to plan a baby shower?” Emily asks.

“If you want to, then absolutely!” you encourage.

Gazing at Aaron, you see him glowing with pride and excitement. Seeing his infectious smile and feeling his hand squeeze yours, you could feel your nerves melting away. You couldn’t help but begin to be a little excited for your growing family.

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The two of you decided that you needed to break the news to Jack as soon as possible to avoid anyone letting it slip before you got a chance. The next morning as the three of you are all snuggled on the couch watching Sunday morning cartoons, Aaron gently broaches the subject.

“Hey, Jack?”

“Yes daddy?”

“How would you feel about being a big brother?”

“A big brother?” He asks, quizzical look on his face.

“Yeah, buddy,” Aaron replies. “How would you like a baby brother or sister?”

Turning to face you, Jack asks matter-of-factly, “Mama, are you having a baby?”

“Yes I am, little man,” you respond, ruffling his thick blonde hair. “How does that make you feel?”

“It’s cool!” he says, grinning widely.

“You’re not gonna be jealous are you?” Aaron asks. “Because Mama’s going to be spending a lot of time taking care of the baby when I’m not home.”

“No, daddy! I’m gonna help, just like I do all the time when you’re gone. I’m gonna be the best big brother ever!”

Tearing up, you give Jack a tight hug.

“I love you so much, buddy.”

“I love you more Mama,” he says, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

With that, a giant weight is lifted from your shoulders, and the three, soon to be four, of you settle in for a perfect, lazy Sunday.

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Two and a half months later it’s finally time for your doctor’s appointment to find out the sex of the baby. You knew you should feel excited, but with Jack at school and Aaron and his team out of town on a case, you couldn’t help but feel a little down. Not wanting to go alone, you called up the only friend you could think of.

“Hello?”

“Hey Jess, it’s Y/N. How are you?”

“I’m good, honey how are feeling? Is everything okay?”

“I’m alright now that the morning sickness is easing up. Listen, I actually had a favor to ask you. Aaron’s working and I have a doctor’s appointment and I really don’t want to go alone and I was wondering if you might be able to go with me.”

“Of course I will! You should have someone you know with you. Be there soon.”

Waiting in a cold exam room, you chatted with Jess until you were interrupted by a knock and someone entering the room.

“Mrs. Hotchner? My name is Gina, I’ll be doing your ultrasound today. This is your first baby?”

“It is.”

“And you’re here today to find out what you’re having? You must be very excited.”

“Very much so. I can’t wait to tell my husband.”

“Well let’s find out , shall we?”

As you roll up the hem of your shirt, she squirts some cold gel on your stomach and begins to move the probe.

“There’s the head,” Gina says, pointing to the screen. “And there’s the feet.”

After a few more moments, she announces, “Looks like you have a perfectly healthy baby girl. Congratulations!”

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“Could have sworn it would be a boy,” you comment to Jess as the two of you settle on the couch. “You think Aaron will be disappointed? I know how much he adores Jack.”

“Disappointed? Never.” She reasssures, softly taking hold of your hand. “He’s crazy about this baby already. Goes on and on to anyone who will listen. He’ll be wrapped around her little finger the second she’s born.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course!”

“Oh that makes me feel so much better. Thanks for everything, Jess,” you say as you both rise and embrace each other.

“You’re welcome, honey. If you need anything at all, give me a call, okay?”

“Will do! See you later.”

“Bye!”

No sooner have you closed the front door behind her than your cellphone begins to ring.

“Aaron!”

“Hey baby, how are you?”

“Good, I just got back from the doctor. Jess went with me.”

“That’s good sweetheart, I hated I couldn’t be there with you. Listen, I’ve gotta run. I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be home tomorrow. I miss you and I love you.”

“I love you too. We’ll see you tomorrow. Be safe, okay?”

“Always, bye babe.”

“Bye.”

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Later that night, you snuggle into your king sized bed with Jack. It always made you feel better having him around when Aaron wasn’t home. “Gotta get some sleep so we can see daddy tomorrow,” you say, tucking Jack in. You were both exhausted and passed out as soon as your heads hit the pillow.

The next thing you knew you were gently awakened by a soft hand gently stroking the side of your face. Slowly opening your eyes, you’re greeted by Aaron’s perfect face and the sound of his voice.

“Good morning baby,” he says leaning down to give you a soft kiss.

“Mmmm, good morning,” you return with a sleepy smile. “Jack, wake up! Daddy’s home.” you announce shaking the sleepy lump under the covers.

“Daddy! We missed you!” Jack declares, emerging from his cocoon.

“I missed you guys too,” he says sitting down and pulling Jack into his lap. “I’m sorry I missed your doctor’s appointment.” He says, draping an arm around your shoulders and placing one hand on your growing belly. “How have you been?”

At that moment, the feeling of movement from the baby causes you to tense up and take a sharp breath in.

Sensing the shift, Aaron asks, “Is everything alright, darling?”

“Yeah,” you reply, looking deep into his beautiful brown eyes. Everything’s fine. I think you’re daughter’s just excited to have her daddy home.”

“My daughter?” He questions, tears beginning to well up. “It’s a girl?”

You nod in the affirmative, and Aaron begins to cry as pulls you in as close as possible with Jack in the middle. Gently pulling back, you inquire, “You’re not disappointed, are you, Aaron?”

“Disappointed? Why would I ever be disappointed? She’s going to be smart and perfect and beautiful, just like her mother,” he says softly caressing your jaw.

“I’m getting a baby sister?” Jack pipes up.

“Yes you are, buddy,” Aaron confirms. “You gonna take good care of her?”

“Yeah! Nobody messes with my sister!”

“That’s a good big brother,” you encourage, running your hand through his hair. Turning to Aaron you mention, “I guess it’s time we started trying to pick out a name for her.”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” he says with a grin.

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| caffeine | [chapter 5]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; oral(male receiving), face-fucking, hair pulling, some name calling, masturbation, minor panty sniffing. 😈🥴Much like SE this doesn’t follow any of the drabble game posts/blurbs that precede it otherwise it also wouldnt make sense jkfhksh there are some similar plot points as one of the posts i made but its not directly related! 💕💕A bit of a shorter chapter this week but thank you for your continued interest~💕💕💕

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True to your word, you find yourself at a SVT House party a few days later.

You wonder how any of them can even deal with the amount of people currently crammed into every square foot of the big house because you can barely keep it together. Minghao is nowhere to be seen, obvious. And Mingyu currently towers over everyone else in the kitchen where you stand; pouring liquor straight into Jihoon’s mouth. You raise an eyebrow at the sight, taking a sip of your own cup before you turn to exit the bustling kitchen.

It wasn’t that you were a prude or hated parties; it was more-so the crowd that really turned you off. Also the fact that SVT parties usually only ended when the law enforcement swung by and you typically did not want to be around when and if that happened. You really had to know how Minghao dealt with this.

“Whoa there baby, not so fast!”

An arm wraps around your waist and tugs you into their warm chest and you immediately spin around in their hold to see who the culprit is. “Um, can I help you?” He was definitely taller than you, had a beaming smile, and cute mole on his cheek.

“Yeah! You almost left without introducing yourself to me, cutie~”

There’s a laugh on his lips after and if you weren’t already involved with someone from SVT House, this guy would’ve definitely been your pick. “Why should I go first? You’re the one with your hands on me.” To your surprise, he lets go of you, backing up slightly to give you some space.

“Oops, sorry, haha, you’re right! My name’s Seokmin.” He smiles at you, extending a hand towards you which you take as you introduce yourself. “That’s a cute name! Say, you wanna get out of here?” You try to refrain from laughing, of course that was his goal. “It depends, where are you tryin’ to take me?” His smile turns into a smirk, eyes smoldering as he peers down at you. “Hmm, guess it depends where you wanna go? There’s a lot of rooms in this house, cutie. And I can take you to any of them.”

It’s at this exact moment you realize that everyone that’s part of SVT House apparently takes a course in flirting. “What do you say, baby? I could show you somethin’ new, if you’d like.”

“Actually, I think I have to have a word with her.”

The familiar voice has you turning to your side, meeting Wonwoo’s inquisitive stare as he brings his own cup to his lips. “Oh… okay. Nevermind! It was nice meeting you though!” Seokmin shares a look with Wonwoo before leaving, a pout on his lips before he exits.

“Wow, didn’t think I’d actually run into you here Wonwoo.”

The said male smirks, placing his empty cup down on the cluttered countertop before he starts to push you out of the kitchen and into the hallway. There’s a few people scattered about in the tight space, but thankfully more empty than the kitchen had been.

“I live here. Why wouldn’t I be here, princess?”

“I mean, Minghao tells me he usually stays in his room when you guys have parties… I just assumed you were the same or something.”

Wonwoo leads you to a restroom in the hallway, gently pushing you in before he turns to lock the door. “Oh? Think I’m a goody two shoes even after everything I’ve done to you? You’re too kind, sweetheart.” He backs you into the countertop, arms caging you in as he stares down at you.

“No, I never said that. Trust me, I know you’re not.”

Wonwoo tells you that his room is off limits when you ask. That it’s a luxury you need to earn before he takes you there. You pout at him at first, but you accept it for what it is. For now.

Instead, he pushes you down onto your knees, hands immediately flying to the waistband of his jeans to undo the button. You watch him, hands already behind your back as you try to get as comfortable as you could with the rug digging into your kneecaps.

“Your little show the other day was real cute, princess. We should do that more often when you don’t show up to see me. I always miss your tight cunt, baby.”

You nod up at him, eyes focused on his half hard cock coming into view when he pushes his jeans and underwear down enough. “But for now, I want you to suck me off with that slutty ‘lil mouth of yours. And no hands.”

“Yes, sir.”

Wonwoo guides his cock to your mouth, tapping the head of it on your cheek before he drags it across to your lips. You part your lips, welcoming his cock into your mouth as you begin sucking on the head. Groans spill out of his mouth as he watches you; his left hand still guiding his cock into your mouth as his right hand goes straight for your hair. He threads his fingertips through your hair, pulling on it enough to get you moaning around him.

Little by little, you take more and more of Wonwoo’s cock into your mouth until he’s deep throating you. And you can feel him getting harder and harder in your mouth as you hollow out your cheeks around him.

“Fuck, your mouth is so fucking small… You’re so good at sucking my cock.”

By now, he already has both of his hands in your hair, holding you still as he thrusts into your mouth. You rub your thighs together, moaning around him when you feel how wet you are. “Mmh, I know how much you want me to take you upstairs and fuck your pretty cunt open. You only get that if you’re a good girl, y’know?” He lets out a heartless laugh, continuing to use your mouth to get off.

You whimper around him, eyes teary as you look up at him. “Oh, I know, sweetheart. We’ll get to that eventually.” He thrusts into your mouth particularly hard as you sputter around him. You know for sure you already look like a complete mess, eye makeup smeared and spit and precum dribbling down your chin. There’s a vague noise which sounds like knocking coming from the other side of the door and it reminds you that there’s an entire crowd of people just outside.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Be good and swallow it all for me, okay?” You nod slightly, relaxing your throat as he picks up the pace; the hands tangled in your hair tighter than before.

The knocking gets quicker and louder just as Wonwoo cums, a faint ringing in your ears as you swallow down all of the warm liquid. You can feel some of it dripping down your chin as he continues to shallowly thrust into your mouth, riding out his orgasm.

He lets go of your hair as he braces himself on the countertop above you, catching his breath as he stares down at you. You finally use your hands to brace yourself against his thighs, cleaning his cock with your mouth.

“Such a good girl, sweetheart.” Your throat feels impossibly sore; giving Wonwoo head after drinking earlier was probably not the best idea. “T-thank you, sir…”

“Hey! What the fuck is going on in there!?”

Right. The knocking.

Wonwoo gives you enough space to stand, legs shaky as you try to wipe off the cum drying on your chin while simultaneously trying to smooth down your messy hair. He tucks himself back into his underwear before he zips his jeans up, looking just as normal as ever. You check yourself in the mirror, only to find your lips swollen and eyes red from crying. There’s no way whoever is on the other side of the door won’t know; you just hope they’re too drunk to notice.

Despite the knocking, Wonwoo cages you against the sink again, tilting your head up to meet him in a searing kiss. It tastes like alcohol and cum, but he doesn't seem to mind. He drags a hand up your naked thigh, pushing the skirt you were wearing up until he can run his fingertips over your covered slit.

When he breaks away from the kiss, his lips ghost over yours, a smirk on the edge of them. “Take off your panties for me.”

“H-huh?”

“I can feel how wet they are and I want them.”

You decide to let him, letting him drag the wet material down your thighs until you step out of them. He brings the soaked material to his face before smelling them, moaning as he does. Wonwoo pockets them right after, just as the knocking becomes unbearable.

When Wonwoo thinks you’re decent, he sidesteps you to open the door, revealing Seokmin on the other side.

“Fuck, are you serious? Should’ve just said you had dibs, bro. Anyway, party’s over man, someone broke Soonyoung’s gundam in the living room and he’s raising hell and jumping onto the tabletops. I think they need you.” Wonwoo doesn’t reply, instead wrapping a hand around your wrist as he drags you out of the restroom and back into the hallway.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Guess we’ll have to continue this another time.” You watch as he turns and starts walking away, surely to take care of whatever is going on in the living room. The stickiness between your legs is unbearable now that there wasn’t anything keeping it inside your panties, but you just need to get home so you can take care of it. Leaving yourself a mental note to send pics of yourself to Wonwoo later. He’d surely punish you for touching yourself without his permission, but you’d deal with that later.

“Hey, you gonna be okay? It’s kinda late to walk back. But I can walk you back if you want?” Seokmin comes up behind you, arm braced against the wall.

“Huh? No, it’s okay. I’ll, um, get a taxi or something. It’s not that far.”

“Okay. Might wanna text your dick appointment when you get in, though. That guy may not seem like it but he worries.”

That night when you get in, it’s a quick race to get undressed before your legs are spread on your bed.

Your idea of letting Wonwoo know you’re fine is sending him pictures of your state of undress and videos of you thrusting your dildo into your wet pussy. You even take the time to send him some audio clips where he can hear your whimpers and your wetness while you play with your toy.

You imagine it’s Wonwoo’s hands all over your body and Wonwoo’s cock deep inside of you. You even take the time to edge yourself twice; imagining it’s him making you whine and wait. His deep laugh and filthy praise on your mind when you cum hard; back bowing off the sheets as you cry out.

There’s a satisfied sigh on your lips when you slide the toy from inside of you, tiredness settling in when you sit up to get cleaned off. Getting off alone was fine, but it definitely wasn’t the same as actually fucking Wonwoo.

You were definitely going to the library tomorrow.

#fratboy!wonwoo #wonwoo smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios

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lukatheselkie · 3 years

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HMC - “I’ve missed you. But it seems like you’re not happy to see me.”

@hetaliamondaychallenge

Pairing: England x OC (Wisp)

Warnings: Non-consensual touching/nipping

Some info about the OC I used here! He’s a fae; more specifically, half Ghillie Dhu and half Pixie. I did extensive research and I am being as respectful as I can every time I write him. He’s lived in a birch forest his entire life, though he was discovered by the nations when he was very young. They took him into their care since he’s an orphan, and even though he lives in a birch forest in Scotland now, they still visit and sometimes take him home for a visit. His home is in the forest though. This mentions bows; Lichtenstein gifts him bows, and he absolutely loves them. Some of the others have taken up this habit, so he has an arrangement of bows. Most of the time there’s more bow than hair to be seen. If anyone wants to learn more about him, here’s a link to his form! My profile pic is one of my favourite PiCrews of him.

Wisp lifts his head up when the sounds of the forest around him get quieter. It’s a subtle difference, but it’s there. He had been splashing in the creek near where he sleeps at night, waiting for his bows to be cleaned. The sudden change in atmosphere warrants his attention though, so he grabs his bows out of the water and places them on a nearby rock. He sniffs the air, and frowns at the unfamiliar scent. Who could be visiting him? He clips the bows back into his hair, not wanting to go anywhere without them, and makes his way through the trees silently.

When he gets to the edge of the forest he camouflages himself, just in case. Usually an unfamiliar scent means fae hunter, but not always. It’s dusk, so it’s unlikely the person is a child. But if they are, he has to get to them before anything else does. A bit of water falls into his eyes, and he wipes frantically at it. He should have shaken off his bows! It’s too late now; doing so would surely draw attention. He sniffs at the air again, and follows the scent a few meters to his right. He sighs in relief when he sees Arthur, but it’s short-lived. He un-camouflages himself and stamps over to him, albeit still within the tree line. “Arthur!”

“Wisp!” A smile lights up his face. It’s been a long time since he’s seen that smile, but it doesn’t make him any less upset. Arthur pauses when he sees the frown on the fae’s face. “I’ve missed you. But it seems like you’re not happy to see me.” Wisp bristles angrily.

“One-twenty! One-twenty days! No Arthur! Been gone! One-twenty days!” Arthur sighs heavily. “Wisp angry! Been long!” He looks around for something to throw at Arthur, but doesn't find anything that won’t hurt him. Another drop of water falls into his eye, reminding him of the bows. He yanks off the orange one Arthur brought him last time they saw each other, and throws it at him. “Why!? Why long!?” Arthur sighs again, picking up the wet bow and turning it over in his hands a few times.

“I absolutely deserved that. I’m sorry. I’ve been busy. I know that’s not an excuse, but it’s what happened. I brought you a gift.” Wisp doesn’t stop frowning. He doesn’t even perk up at the mention of a gift. “What’s wrong?” Arthur steps closer. “Are you that upset? I’m sorry. I’ll try to visit every month, if that will make you happy.” He furrows his brows. “A month is thirty days, more or less. Who taught you how to count, anyway?”

“Natalia.” He answers immediately.

“Ah. Has she been by a lot?”

“Every seven day. That week, she says.” Arthur nods.

“Yes, that is a week. Do you know how long I was gone, then?” Wisp scrunches up his nose in concentration.

“Four month.” Arthur nods. Wisp smiles brightly, and hops around excitedly. “Got right! Got right!” He giggles happily. “Got right, Arthur!” He turns to him, and freezes when he catches his scent again.

“There’s something else wrong. You don’t ever frown. What’s wrong?”

“Smell different.” Arthur visibly relaxes.

“Is that all? Thank goodness. I thought it was something serious.”

“Is serious! Why smell different!?” Arthur holds up the hand without the bow in it.

“Alright, alright. It’s either my coat or my cologne. Christmas passed while I was gone and-”

“Chris… mas?” Arthur stares at him for a long moment.

“I forgot you don’t know what that is. It’s easy to take things for granted, I suppose. To put it short, it’s a celebration of friends and family. We get each other gifts and spend time together.” Wisp brings his hand up to the bows in his hair.

“Christmas all time for Wisp.” He smiles fondly at the memories of receiving the bows, and spending time with the people that had given them to him after. Normally, he makes something for them as a thank you.

“You could say that. But it’s on a certain day.” Wisp frowns deeply. “The sentiment is still there though!” Arthur rushes to say, not wanting to see him sad. “Speaking of sentiment, will you open your gift now?” He tugs a small present out of his coat pocket. “It has wrapping on it. You’ll have to tear it off first. Gently.” He knows how the fae is. Unless told to be gentle, he’s not. That could damage the gift, especially with his long nails.

“Still angry smell different.” Arthur laughs quietly.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Did I scare you?” He nods, sulking. “My apologies. But you know it now, right? I’ll try not to return with the smell, but if I do you don’t have to worry again.” Wisp bows his head and kicks at the ground.

“...Like smell.” Arthur has to hold back his grin. He holds out the gift and his bow. He takes them, sticks the bow back in his hair, and pokes at the wrapping paper on the gift.

“My hands are freezing from the water on your bow. How do you handle it? Do you need some blankets?”

“No. Wisp fine! Warm. Not sure why.”

“You might be able to regulate your temperature. I’ll ask Gwen when I see her next.” Wisp perks up at the mention of the doctor.

“Gwen! Wanna see Gwen!” He wiggles excitedly.

“I’ll tell her, I promise.” Wisp nods, and focuses on the gift in his hand again. He tugs at the wrapping paper, and holds each piece out to Arthur when he pulls them off. He tilts his head when he sees something shiny in the air pocket. “It’s a necklace. I made sure it’s long enough to pull on and off, so if it gets snagged on something it won’t hurt you. It’s strong, too, so it shouldn’t break. But if it does, I can have it repaired. I-I hope you like it.” He feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and turns away. Wisp grabs the shiny chain and pulls it over his head, looking down at it happily. It’s off-white, and there’s something hanging on it. He grabs the hanging thing, and brings it up to his nose to look at. It’s a shiny birch leaf, attached to the chain by something the same colour as the necklace.

“Pretty! Thank!” He runs out of the forest, knocking into Arthur. They tumble onto the ground, Wisp nipping at his cheeks and ears. “Thank! Thank thank thank!”

“Alright, alright! You don’t have to say it so much!” He laughs breathlessly. “I’m glad you like it.” He turns his head in an attempt to hide his deepening blush, but it gives Wisp better access to his ear. He grunts quietly when he bites down hard enough he knows it’s going to leave a bruise. “Wisp, please. You’re too excited again.” The fae scrambles off Arthur, stumbling over his apology.

“S… Ap… So so… Apollo…” Arthur pulls him into a hug so he’ll stop. Wisp cuddles into him with a sigh of content. “Sorry,” he mumbles out, closing his eyes. “Thank for gift. Necklace. Very pretty. Love.” Arthur kisses his temple, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. He should just tell Wisp he loves him. But he has no idea if the man knows what romantic love is. He should start there. “I’m glad you like it. I have a serious question for you though.” He tilts his head to show he’s listening. “Do you know what romantic love is?” He nods.

“Natalia taught.”

“You two are close. Why did she teach you?”

“So Wisp could find someone!” He seems proud of his words. “Someone pretty. Kind. Sweet. Loving. Someone that let Wisp be Wisp. Not upset. Someone that can take Wisp hyperness! Not get tired it. Someone…” He frowns deeply. “No word! No word!!!” Arthur pins his arms to his side.

“Calm down. Please. I know you get aggravated when you can’t find a word for something, but please don’t. Not today. Not here. If we were in your forest, maybe, but not outside.” Wisp takes a few deep breaths.

“Arthur right. Dangerous outside forest. Dangerous not house.” He nuzzles him, then licks his cheek.

“I do wish you would at least warn me before you do that. I know you’re struggling with the concept of consent, but you can at least warn us. Please.”

“Wisp try! Sorry.” He hangs his head. Arthur watches him for a long moment.

“Don’t look so sad. Just keep it in mind for next time.” Wisp nods frantically.

“Will!” He looks up and smiles at Arthur.

“Your hair is an absolute mess.” He smoothes out the damp strands, shaking his head. “Were you washing your bows? I’m sorry I interrupted.”

“Fine!” He giggles. “Nice see!” Arthur’s heart thumps at his cute expression.

“Have you found the person you think Natalia was talking about?” Wisp shakes his head slowly.

“Maybe… Don’t know…” He scrunches up his nose and brows.

“If you have someone in mind, do you mind telling me who?” Instead of saying something, Wisp just points at him. “Me?” He nods sheepishly. Arthur can’t help but smile. “I had you in mind too.” Wisp lets out a happy puff of air through his nose.

“Yay!” He giggles, and hops up to bounce around excitedly. “Love Arthur! Arthur love back!” He bounds around the Brit, who’s still on the ground. “Oh! Can date!?”

“How do you know that word?”

“Natalia show movie! Many! Know kiss too. Can kiss?” Arthur bows his head to hide his blush. Wisp crawls into his lap to look at his face, worrying that he may have upset him.

“Yes, we can kiss,” he practically whispers. Wisp hums happily, and presses his lips to Arthur’s. The kiss is sloppy, and a bit too smiley, but it’s absolutely perfect to him.

#hetaliamondaychallenge #hetalia #hetalia england #hetalia OC #Wisp Lamb

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kumeko · 4 years

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Title: a helping hand or two

A/N: For the @featherszine! I got assigned CCS, winter, and of course I had to put in a little Meiling, Tomoyo and Kero into the piece.

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Ever since he was little, Syaoran had fought monsters, battled immortal guardians, and more scarily, survived his mother’s training. There were few things left on the planet that could surprise him.

Yet, despite all that, nothing was as frightening as Tomoyo’s smile when she says, I’ve got the perfect outfit for this.

Absolutely nothing. He'd even rank the fight with Yue below it.

Tugging on his coat, he had to admit that his outfit wasn't bad for once. While Tomoyo had a gift for design, almost all of her creations were some level of impracticality, better suited for photo shoots than actual wear. Today’s outfit was no less fashion forward, a snowflake-themed outfit complete with sharp edges and inconvenient dangling snowflakes. As long as something magical didn’t happen, the ensemble was more annoying than in the way.

“Now turn to the right,” Tomoyo ordered, stars in her eyes and a video camera in hand. A drone floated around him but she liked the personal touch of taking her own shots.

Slightly exasperated, he obliged. They’d been at this for a good ten minutes now. He was used to this when it came to Sakura, less so for himself, and even then it had never been as public as this, in the middle of the town’s ice rink. When he’d agreed to go skating, Syaoran had expected to, you know, actually skate. At this rate, it looked like he’d be stuck outside the bathrooms until closing.

Freed from her own photoshoot, Meiling smiled happily as she watched. “You'll send me some pics, right?”

“A whole video package,” Tomoyo answered, shooting her a thumbs up.

Syaoran wondered if it was too late to run. And just what was Meiling doing with pictures of him? She’d broken off their enga—she was going to send them to his sisters. A chill ran up his spine and he wasn’t sure if that was premonition or just a really good guess.

“Ehh? Really?” Meiling brightened up more, if possible, her expression almost glowing. “And thanks for making me an outfit too!” She twirled around to show off her cheongsam-styled dress with a flared skirt. “I’ve always wanted a Tomoyo creation!”

“Of course.” Tomoyo closed her camera and pumped a fist in the air. “A group collection, making each piece uniquely tailored for everyone’s personality but match overall as a whole…” She quivered. “It was a dream come true.” Happily, she sighed, pressing a hand against her cheek as she admired Meiling. “Why, coming up with your ribbons and accessories were the best parts.”

Popping out of the changeroom, Kero fly triumphantly toward them. “Not as great as mine!” He tugged on his snowflake tie with a grin. “The most handsome fellow is here now!”

“Ahhh, the stuffed animal’s escaped,” Meiling muttered in a deadpan. It was amazing how quickly her enthusiastic smile melted into a blank expression. “Put him back in his cage and remove his stuffing.”

“Who’re you calling a stuffed animal, you annoying brat?” Kero growled, and Syaoran had a strange feeling of déjà vu as the pair argued.

“Um, Tomoyo,” Sakura called out, interrupting the fight as she timidly stepped out of the washroom. “We’re just skating, right? We don’t need all this.”

Syaoran tried had not stare. Really, he tried. Tomoyo had always dressed Sakura cutely, and today was no exception. With a white fluffy skirt and a ruffled, ice-blue dress shirt, she looked like a snow princess. Dimly, he was aware of Tomoyo’s knowing glance but he couldn’t do anything about it. Hell, he couldn’t even think of a word to say to Sakura. “Y-you…” he stuttered, but it was like he’d forgotten how to speak. How did they talk before? How was he ever able to get past mono-syllabic words?

Not missing a beat, Tomoyo cooed and turned her camera to Sakura immediately. “Nonsense! My work isn’t just for magical fights.”

“Yeah,” Kero agreed, floating around Sakura and tugging his bow again. “And I look good!”

“For a stuffed animal,” Meiling added snidely.

“Besides,” Tomoyo barreled on, ignoring the interruptions. “If anything else weird happens and you have to create another Sakura card, you’ll already be dressed!” She frowned, twirling a long lock around her finger dejectedly. “I missed all your adventures recently.”

Sakura bit her lip, friendship and self-consciousness warring on her expression. In the end, as expected, shame lost and she clasped Tomoyo’s hands. Forcing a smile, she nodded. “Of course!”

“Great!” Tomoyo smiled gratefully before pulling out her camera. “Now, smile!”

-x-

“Here, let me help.” Sakura glided up to him smoothly. Even her stop looked graceful and Syaoran was reminded once more on how easy sports came to her. “You can’t skate like that.”

Leaning against the railing, he wanted to argue that he could. Technically, he was almost halfway around the rink now, even if that was more out of a stubborn determination than anything else. Yet Sakura was leaning close, her hand out expectantly, and without realizing it, his hand was already on hers. The second her fingers curled around his palm, he burned a bright red and resisted the urge to pull away. “T-thanks,” Syaoran managed, barely keeping his voice deeper than a squeak.

“It’s fine!” Sakura smiled brightly at him and his heart flipped. Did she know she did that to him? She had to, right? He was a terrible liar, all things considered, and there was absolutely no way he was able to hide what he felt around her. “That’s what friends are for!”

Then again, she’d always been some level of dense. Syaoran took a deep breath, trying to calm his speeding pulse. “Right.”

At this point she was skating backwards, slowly pulling him along the skating rink. Both of his hands were in hers now, and it wasn’t like they were holding hands. This was all to stop him from falling but no matter how many times he repeated that, even through the gloves, his skin burned from the contact. Trying to distract himself, he commented, “You’re really good at this.”

It was a normal level of praise, given in an entirely normal way.

Sakura grinned, puffing her chest proudly. “It’s cause I rollerblade all the time. It’s the same thing, only the brakes work differently.”

“They do?” Syaoran asked, curious despite himself.

“Yeah.” Sakura slowed their pace down and gestured at her skates. “You change the angle of the blades when you stop, but with rollerblades I just tilt it back.” She grimaced. “It was scary to do that though.”

That surprised him. He had thought the only thing that scared her were ghosts. Sakura picked up the pace again and he urged his clumsy feet to keep up with her. Every time he wobbled, she tightened her grip on his hands, keeping him steady and balanced. If there was one small mercy, it was that he hadn’t fallen in front of her.

From his peripherals, he was dimly aware of Meiling slowly skating around the rink, her balance little better than his. Tomoyo was making circles around them, her camera in hand, and he could already picture her replaying this on her theatre-sized screen.

At some point, it didn’t feel as unnatural pushing one foot in front of the other. In fact, it felt kinda smooth and he peeked down at his feet.

He was gliding.

“You’re doing it!” Sakura chirped, echoing his thoughts, and he looked up to find her smiling proudly.

“I-I am,” he stuttered, surprised. Straightening his posture, he repeated more confidently, “I am!”

“Great.” Sakura loosened her hold. “I’m going to let go, okay?”

“Yeah—wait, what?” Syaoran panicked as she let go and slipped to his side. He wasn’t ready. He definitely wasn’t ready and—oh, his feet were still moving forward, still gliding.

“See? You can do it,” Sakura cheered, coming to a stop to watch him. “Just like that.”

“Yeah.” Syaoran added more power to his legs, pushing off the ice more firmly. He could do this. Looking over his shoulder, he shouted excitedly, “I’m skating!”

That was a mistake. Sakura only smiled in response, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. She didn’t feel that way about him, he knew. Her eyes were for Yukito, and she didn’t feel that way about him at all. But something about her looked bashful, her cheeks a rosy red (from the cold, he reminded himself), her eyes slightly downcast. Syaoran swallowed.

Should he say something?

Do something?

He crashed into the side of the rink before he could figure it out.

“Syaoran!” Sakura yelled, horror colouring her voice. “I’m coming!”

“Me too,” Meiling shouted. “Really slowly.”

“Sakura…Meiling…” Dazed, he lay flat on the cold ice. The world turned a shade of yellow: the ice, his hands, even the shadow looming over him. Looking up, he found Tomoyo giving him an amused smile.

“You okay there?” she asked. “What happened?”

He blinked. “I think so.” His knees and chin ached, but he’d suffered worse fighting the Clow cards. Or were they Sakura cards now? Lying flat, he closed his eyes. “I was just...surprised.”

“Mmm…” Tomoyo hummed thoughtfully. “She didn’t teach you to brake, did she?”

Nor did she teach him to turn, so he would have ended up like this at one point or another. Now that he was still, he could finally feel how cold it was, how the chill sank into his bones. His hands were still hot, tingling from her touch, and it was like everything he’d felt for Yukito but amped up to the max. “I didn’t think it’d be so hard,” he muttered, half to himself.

“It’s always harder than you expect,” Tomoyo answered knowingly and he opened his eyes to catch her sympathetic gaze. It was like she knew everything and he wouldn’t be surprised if there was magic in her lineage too. “Need help?”

She offered her hand and he stared at it. It was tempting. Beyond tempting. He was tired of feeling flustered, of trying and failing on his own. Looking past her, he watched as Sakura quickly rushed toward them, concern on her face, giving her best like she always did. Even with Yukito, no matter how clumsy she got around him, she tried her best.

How could he do anything less? Taking Tomoyo’s hand, he shook his head as he stood up. “I can do it.”

“Are you okay?” Finally caught up, Sakura braked hard and stopped right in front of him. She scanned him, her body bobbing up and down as she checked all of his limbs before determining there were no wounds. “I’m sorry!”

Despite himself, his body stiffened automatically. “I-it’s fine.”

“Really?” Sakura prodded his head gently, still looking for an injury. “Maybe we should get helmets.”

Her finger grazed his ear and it was too much, way too much. Knees weak, he collapsed again.

“Syaoran?” Sakura gaped in horror.

By this point, Meiling had finally pushed her way to their side of the rink and she reached down to touch his forehead. “He feels feverish.” She frowned. “Maybe he’s sick?”

“In a sense, he is, but it’s nothing to worry about.” Tomoyo winked at him. “Sure you don’t want any help?”

He’d be lying if he wasn’t reconsidering his stance.

#ccs #syaoran li #syaosaku #sakura kinomoto #tomoyo daidouji #meiling li #kero-chan #keroberos #fanfic

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baeklination · 4 years

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Dark Matter; alt.pt.1

Pic: still from gif by bondejongin, slight editing

So this is an alternative scenario to DMpt1. The reason being I fell down the rabbit hole and this train of thought latched on like a mf, and I wanted it in this story, so... The larger break is where the alt. start and stop. And let me make it abundantly clear: in no way do I condone abuse (phys. or psych.) out in the real world, ‘cus that shit’s fucked up, okay?

Warnings/Contains: (au) Angst (first class, grade A) , smut, a touch of daddy kink, dom.Baek, cruel Baek, general a**hole Baek

Pairing: Baekhyun x F.Reader

Word Count: 1500

Date:200328

pt.1 pt.2

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“He can’t be this angry with me, there has to be something else…work maybe?” you think when getting out of the elevator. Partly to calm the anxiety (fuck that, it’s fear ) you feel, partly because this doesn’t make any sense. What the hell kind of reaction was that back there on the phone?

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“Why is there some guy sucking your face off all over the internet?”. Why did he click his tongue like that?

“Some guy? What, Tae-jun? You know him, what the hell are you talking about - you know he’s gay. And he was biting my cheek,’cus…’cus we just do that stuff. Baek, why are you picking a fight? Stop it, it’s ridiculous.”

“I’m not picking anything. Come home.”

“I am, I’m not staying over at -”

“NOW.”

By the tone of his voice you knew there wasn’t any room for arguing. Anxious embarrassment; you’d now have to tell your friends you were going home “because your boyfriend is mad”. This wasn’t even how the two of you interacted with eachother - that dom/sub - shit is left in the bedroom, or at least at home. Then why were you leaving? Why did you have a knot the size of Texas in your stomach?

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When you open the door he’s already walking towards you, his white shirt half unbuttoned, as if he was stopped mid-way by that picture (that god damned picture..!). You don’t have to read his expression, it’s fucking screaming at you: He. Is. Pissed. What ever hope you had of him having calmed down is out the door, and enter does that queasy feeling of having to endure a fight. He grabs your upper arm, a bit too roughly, and walks into the bedroom.

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“Sit down.”

Holding your jaw with his left hand he unzips his pants with his right and shoves his cock in your mouth, making you gag and recoil.

“Are you done?”

“I’m sorry, I was just surp-”

He grabs the back of your head and guides you forward again. You take a deep breath and remind yourself (you know every smooth inch and vein of him, you’ve got this). With your middle finger and thumb you firmly grab just behind his balls, and when he lets out a moan you smile in you head. But his tempo today is alot; you’re not sucking his dick - he’s beast-fucking your mouth. So between trying to breathe, trying not to gag, blinking tears away, and feeling your nose starting to run, your normal focus isn’t there.

“Get off me”, he hisses with discontent, pushing you back. He noticed. He looks down at you while you wipe saliva from your chin.

“Well, that was fucking pathetic. I guess you don’t feel like being a good girl today...” He yanks your trousers off, nearly dislocating your ankle “But don’t worry - I only need that hole”. When he steps out of his trousers he gets a look, a bad twinkle in his eyes, and bends down to pick up his belt. A small part of you gets excited, but the rest is scared. Fucking, sucking, being called names, thats’s one thing - but whipping when he’s, obviously, in the red zone is a whole other game. One you’re not trying to play.

“Baek, you can’t...not when your this mad...”, you manage to stutter.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something? The part where we decided that you tell me”, he throws the belt into the wall with a thud and a clank “what to do!?”. The look on his face is enough to pin you down and shut you up. How can your mouth be so dry when you have to keep swallowing saliva? How can you prop yourself up on your elbows when your body isn’t a solid anymore? How can he climb on top of it?

Barely supporting himself, esentially making him dead weight, he puts his mouth to your ear:

“Running around with guys, don’t know how to give a blowjob, telling me what to do...”. He lifts his head, hovering just inches above your face: “Have you turned into a real princess, hm?”

“Daddy”, you start, but he clamps his hand over your mouth:

“You don’t have name privileges.”

You can’t tell if he’s in mode. The way his cock is twitching against your belly suggests that he is; very much so. But his eyes, like beads of jet, speaks of an icy rage he - the real him - has let slip out. He bends down, his lips pressing hard against yours, the taste of him slightly intoxicating despite your nerves. His hand travels downward, brushing your pelvic bone and inner thigh before rounding up to your entrance. If you feel it so can he. Slightly pushing his finger in he looks at you:

“You don’t get wet for me anymore..?”.

Considering you’ve been shaking since you walked through the door it’s no surprise and he damn well knows it, yet he takes it as the most grievous of insults. What ever abnormal wave he’s on right now, you’re just gonna let him ride it out, no objections raised. So you clock out.

He leans back and spits on his hand to lube himself up, giving you a few moments to collect yourself and put on your best good girl-face: glassy eyes and an expression of awe and hunger at the sight of his cock. But he doesn’t look at you. He opens his mouth to let a ball of spit fall down on your pussy, making you shiver as it runs down and leaving a cold trail. He rubs it around a bit with his tip, and you can’t lie, it feels good. So does him slowly (thank god) pushing himself inside, a little at a time until he feels that you’re stretched enough for the switch up. Then he leans forward on the left hand, right hand pushing your pelvis down on him as he slams into you, no holds barred. He bites his lip and lets out a moan, but immediately looks at you with dark eyes, as if he’s been caught enjoying himself. He lets go of your hip and puts his hand over your face, fucking leaning on it while keeping the same relentless pace. You turn your head to catch your breath and alleviate the pressure (what the fuck is he doing!), and he lets you. You don’t know if it’s because he reads your face or because he wants a better grip, but he instead bends his arm under your neck, pushing your shoulders downward and again grabs your hip. After a series of groans into your neck his pace becomes more irratic (he’s coming...).

“Ah, shit...fuck, baby..!” he lets out when he comes and pushes even deeper a final time, giving you a jolt. With his chest heaving on top of you he seems calmer, like the Baek you know, so you decide to test the waters:

“Baby? I thought I didn’t have privileges” you jokingly say and run your fingers through his wet hair. He briskly pushes it away and slips out of you. Without so much as a look he gets up and walks out, leaving you to shiver from cold sweat and increasing fear.

When he comes back he gets into bed and turns off the lamp on the nightstand, again without neither word or look at you.

How long should you sit like this, (is it a test?). After what seems like forever, but probably is closer to 20 minutes, you quietly edge yourself off the bed to do your own washing up. You’re hands and legs are trembling as you enter the bathroom, and your mirror image confirms what you already know: you look like a scared kid, a destroyed girl. You take a deep breath, but hearing how choppy it is only adds fuel to the fire. Pulling your towel from the hanger you sit down and bury your face in it, crying. Never has he - anyone actually - made you feel so weak, so unworthy. There’s a difference between punish and violate, and it’s not a thin line; it’s a signal horn, a warning sign - type-of-difference. How could he not’ve seen it? How come you didn’t, until just now?

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(Shh, don’t think about it, about anything. Just wash up and go lie down, tomorrow is a new day). Finished, you open the door and tiptoe out into the hallway where his figure almost scares the wits out of you. Baek’s leaning on the door frame, holding (smelling?) your pillow.

“I didn’t say you could move, you.” He drops the pillow by the door and raises his eyebrows, telling you what to do. (Why do you do it..!?!) He looks at you for a second and kneels down, brushes your hair out of your face:

“And if you’re not still here in the morning…”. With a sadistic smile he gets up and closes the bedroom door.

#Baekhyun #baekhyun smut #baekhyun angst

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psi-psina · 5 years

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Tour19 This Way to Self-Destruction Kanazawa & Fukuoka ♡

金沢市文化ホール

Kanazawa was a day of reunions and meetings with many precious people so it’s a day that will always stand out in my memory. Kanazawa Bunka Hall is a lovely venue but felt a little odd for a rock concert. Due to various circumstances I ended up with a front row seat in this hall, dead in front of Shinya and Die. I was extremely excited about it but it also felt quite odd, because the circumstances that led to me getting this ticket were really unfortunate. Anyway.

The edge of the stage was barely over an arms length away and there was this hilarious little rope on the ground at our feet for the ‘barrier’. I think they only raised it during the encore? I was concerned I’d be going head first into the stage when headbanging, but thankfully it wasn’t a problem and I quickly realised we’d have to be far more careful of the photographers crawling around in front of us trying to get their pics of the guys 😂 Thankfully they were very accomodating of our enthusiasm and we were no trouble to them 😂 I hope. Although I think during one song a guy may have got whipped by my hair. I’m sorry bro. So yes, DEAD IN FRONT of Shinya and Die…It was Bliss…I think this is probably the deepest engagement I’ve ever been able to have during a live because there were just no mitigating factors…the stage was right there and there was no one in front of me or crushing me or hindering me in any way. Unbelievable. The stage in Bunka Hall was pretty large and not just wide but quite deep. Kyo’s box was placed way further back than usual, like easily a good few steps between it and the stage edge.

I believe that both the SE and the SE footage used on this tour are the same as in TIW spring tour. There maaay be some variation in the footage but overall the impression is exactly the same. I was surprised by that because I had thought that this being such an extensive tour with a new single at the helm that they might develop the visuals a bit more, and mix things up a bit, but this tour is no different to TIW tour aesthetically speaking. It’s also a less varied setlist, which surprised me at first, but now makes complete sense due to the nature of The World of Mercy.

絶縁体谿壑の欲 Downfall Devote My Life Celebrate Empty Howls 人間を被る赫 Merciless Cult Rubbish Heap 軽蔑と始まり Values of Madness Ranunculus The World of Mercy

EN. HYDRA -666- 鬼眼 Followers NEW AGE CULTURE 詩踏み

Seeing Zetsuentai up that close for the first time was incredibly moving, and then the transition right into Keigaku created this most hypnotic atmosphere. It was a really nice opening pair especially for a seated venue, it let the atmosphere really blossom before jumping into the more energetic songs. They started Downfall and I lost it, I think the only song I was looking forward to hearing again MORE from The Insulted World was Ningen. I cannot believe I was meh about Downfall until I experienced it live! On record, at first I thought it just sounded choppy and a bit generic, but live it just explodes with emotional intensity and I am absolutely crazy about the bridge. Major highlight was Die coming right up to the edge of the stage at literal arms-length away and just rocked out there for a moment while I threw down my SPINE. He was wearing these glittering wide-leg trousers that really caught my eye when he was right there…And his hair is magnificent 💞 And then IN DEVOTE Kaoru came over from shimote during the second verse and stood in the same place…right over me and Britti and, made his rock star face…pretty sure I lost control of my entire face and possibly shouted “TO DIE IN” right at him, RIP…I cannot fully remember but he was, enthused. Oh my god…I love him. So I have very little memory of Kyo from Downfall > Ningen due to the fabulous antics of Die and Kaoru, but Kyo’s wonderful dancing in Celebrate obviously always stands out. He does this irresistible jerky dance with his hips and arms and flops his head around during the main riff and like, it’s impossible to NOT move watching him do this. This song is so much FUN live.

Every time I hear those opening chords of Ningen I experience, like, a physical anticipation and pleasure that is pretty much unique to this song. No other song gives me a physical sensation like this one, I just find it really, really intensely emotional. And I know this song is sooommmewhat derivative and hardly like groudbreaking-ly original or anything like that and I DON’T. CARE. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Stanning 人間 till DEATH, bye. Also during the second interlude, after Ningen (I think) we were calling out for Shinya, which I do not do ENOUGH. I mean I was standing RIGHT in front of him, I had no excuse not to stan. Called for Kyo as well bc he was sitting on the drum stand like RIGHT THERE and I was like “oh fuck 🤡”

ALSO one important tidbit I don’t want to forget about, is a friend telling me she could see Die glancing at my hair all the time while I was headbanging 😂 the thought of this makes me feel all glowy

I have only the vaguest memory of Aka…I was thinking about it as I was looking at the setlist and trying to remember each song and I could barely conjure Aka at all. It just didn’t stand out especially tonight which is weird for me, because last spring it was paired with undecided. Played as a ‘pair’, those two songs created an unforgettable and incredibly distinct moment in the set each night…on this tour Aka is somewhat marooned, alone in the middle with all the really energetic songs. I do recall Kyo creating his loop out of the mic chord and dragging it around his neck during the guitar solo, and watching Die’s passion at various moments. And I do so so so love being called on to sing during this song…I love singing Aka so much, the melody is so smooth and melancholy and the words just flow off the tongue so beautifully…I love it

After Aka we smashed into Merciless Cult and I have a lot of trouble remembering anything from Merciless > Values with any cognisance. Kyo moved around a LOT during Rubbish Heap and Values and I think Die and Kaoru also did. Kyo was energetic and interactive during this part of the set and he was demanding MORE from the audience. I wish I had seen more of Toshiya tonight but I honestly barely saw him, he did not visit our side at all or move to the front much and a lot of the time Kyo obscured him from my line of vision. Bby! I was able to see Kaoru most of the time but I only turned to him at select times bc, guys. Die was RIGHT in front of me and I love him. As if I’m going to treat him so poorly?

Then it was time for Ranunculus & The World of Mercy. I have listened to The World of Mercy incessantly since it’s release, but for me, the effect of it’s ‘pairing’ with Ranunculus in this set, almost as a Part 2 of that song was just…after the experiences and emotions of Ranunculus on the previous two tours… in a way it was deeply heartbreaking. Kyo was extremely emotional during Ranunculus today, but it felt different…I couldn’t put my finger on it until we talked about it afterwards, but it was rattling. I couldn’t tell if he was weeping, but he screamed, and tore at his clothing and thrashed his body around and then at the end of the song, he fell and bent into the foetal position. Delay was used on the mic as they transitioned out of Ranunculus into the soft open of Mercy. He began making these desperate, abstract sounds that immediately reminded me of his inward screams. Perhaps he was using words but to me it sounded like wordless pleading murmuring and gurgling and breath. I could clearly see his face on the floor while he was doing this and it was unpleasant to watch…it’s hard to describe at all. He sounded like he was crying, but I don’t know if there were tears. He sat up slowly, cradling the mic and then began laughing horribly. Letting out these hopeless forced cackles as he sat there looking crumpled, and that was how he vocalised the first lines of Mercy.

It was difficult to watch. I wanted to cry but also wanted to hide. I did not feel this horrible hopelessness in Mercy at the following 3 lives I attended, which is not to say that it wasn’t there, but perhaps was more poetic and contained, and less raw than it was tonight. The following 3 shows also had a far greater sense of intimacy and rapport between the band and the audience imho. When Mercy came to an end the hall was just engulfed in dead silence. The backdrop went black, and then glowed with DIR EN GREY + the tour title in bright red text. I almost completely burst into tears. The members all left quietly and applause broke out, and then the call for encore went up. I collapsed momentarily to drink some water but then had to stand back up bc lol if I’d stayed seated it would have all been OVER for me.

The encore was LIT, but it was a bit odd having Followers right in the middle of all the rowdy songs. Hydra 666 mates…mates UGGGHHHHH IT’S JUST SO FUCKIN LIT ugghhh the mask experience is insane and seeing Kyo projected on the backdrop like THAT…in THAT song. Epic iconic immortal ugh this influence this legacy. I almost FELL head first into the stage during Kigan, it was a CLOSE CALL. New Age was absolutely manic, Kyo was running everywhere and I’m pretty sure it was on his way back from kamite here that he gestured at us as he danced past hahaha I was too close to the stage to see anything he was doing on his adventures, and I think Kaoru came over again and Die visited shimote 💞At the end of the song Kyo was right at the edge in the centre, and he was grimacing with his effort not to smile. He failed and smiled hugely for a moment with his face turned on side.

They closed out with Utafumi which I can honestly never remember well, like the song is just too hectic and always ends with me bent over bashing my brain against my skull. At the end Shinya was being EXTREMELY PASSIONATE with the drums, it was RATTLING my whole body and Toshiya was like…. .. .. . . . … .. . . …. . .. . (are u done???) lajsndflkas 💞At the end Kyo stood on his crate and briefly took in the hall with an unreadable expression, he clapped and then departed. The other guys threw a few goodies, and then also departed. None of them seemed displeased, and from my vantage they all seemed to have had a good live but I was told the audience was rather stoic so they weren’t excessive with their gifts at the end of the night. I have a very distinct memory of Kaoru doing his thing…standing DEAD in front of me hardcore ignoring us 😂 Die and Toshiya did the same but they are like, not so deliberate about it. They just like, cruise along while Kaoru deliberately stands there with that smirk like. hahahaa….ur not getting one alskjdnflaksjd. It makes me LAUGH 😂 The backdrop was emblazoned with the band’s name and tour title again, and Kaoru was the last to leave. He left with smiles and waves and gestured strongly at the backdrop which got an additional cheer. Then he left! And I immediately became a boneless blob…I think my muscles took a whole week to recover from this show.

Zepp Fukuoka

This is a VERY Kyo centric report I am sorry for all the things that ESCAPED ME!

So this show made me never, ever want to miss a Dir live in Fukuoka ever again. Tonight was so emotional!! This is the third time I’ve seen Dir in Fukuoka and the second time I’ve seen them at the Zepp, although I believe it has been completely re-done and is a different venue to the time I saw them there in 2015. To get inside the hall we had to go down two flights of stairs and inside it felt very intimate. I had a good number and had a nice spot just at the back of the pit in front of the first rail which is where I love to be. I was right between Toshiya and Kyo, and it was such a good spot.

絶縁体人間を被る Downfall Devote My Life Celebrate Empty Howls Merciless Cult 谿壑の欲赫 Rubbish Heap 軽蔑と始まり Values of Madness Ranunculus The World of Mercy

EN. 理由 Followers 凱歌、沈黙が眠る頃 NEW AGE CULTURE 詩踏み

Kyo’s outfit tonight I absolutely LOVED, he was wearing the HELL out of a calf-length pleated black skirt with his tabi boots and a white dress shirt done up at the neck with a black ribbon, plus a slim black harness over the shirt as well. There were several times where I was just completely transfixed by his silhouette, and the ‘flow’ this long skirt gave his body and movements.

Zetsuentai had a BIGGER impact tonight and honestly there were a couple of moments for me where tears came on…when he broke into ”aa, damashi au koto de dare…” my heart felt like it was being squeezed and tears just came out…the second one, after “kono sekai mienakereba jibun no mama de ireru”, was even worse..and then when he broke into “shinjite mireba…” I was practically gasping for air…not due to heavy crying, because i wasn’t, but I was just overcome with emotion that couldn’t find it’s way out in tears…my whole body felt like a prison and I just wanted to scream. So Zetsuentai was…amazing tonight, it was only topped by the second night in Okinawa. Because that night, it was mid-set… I was VISIBLY not the only person having an emotional breakdown.

The final riff in Zetsuentai ground to a halt and the hall erupted in feral screaming, completely drowning out the final notes of the track and then oh my god…we slid into Ningen and I experienced extreme catharsis lmao oh my god…Kyo spoke as those opening chords sounded and we roared at him and that’s all I can remember except for headbanging and singing my heart out…it was Bliss. At the end of Ningen there was an break and Kyo sat on the drum stand and just looked at the crowd, and Toshiya left the stage. They did this during every break this evening. The screaming was deafening, just absolutely amazing. Growling. It drew to an end we had Downfall, Devote, Celebrate and Merciless. I just can’t…Fukuoka LOVED Downfall, we were singing the FUCK outta that bridge well before the section that Kyo gives to us and he LOVED it, and then Devote started and Kyo was moving all over the place and did the whole song basically right at the edge of the stage, pointing and gesturing and making faces. Celebrate was a DANCE, we had some BOPS. There was this super passionate guy right next to me who just got down SO HARD for this song as well, we had the SPACE to dance and bop so we just did it and I just lajskdnflaksjd the Toshiya fangirls to my front-left were also just having the BEST fucking time. I kept hearing this girl sing out “Toshiyaaaaaa” in this really quite melodious voice all night laksjdnlf. Kyo’s dancing was also wonderful, his long skirt accentuated his hip movements uhuhu 😭

Merciless Cult is a blur, I could DIE. At the start Kyo snarled “掛かって来い!!!” at us and there was a lot of shrieking and oh my god that mosh…Kaoru and Die were LOVING it and Kyo was shaking his entire body at us as we screamed “GASP” and oh my god oh my god… Kyo just wordlessly howled at us to sing “kurikaeshi tsuranuku…aaaa, doko ka, kowarete yuku” and people SCREAMED with Kyo as he broke out at the end of the line and threw ourselves back into the riff….I am honestly shaking just thinking about it.

And then Keigaku came after the second interlude with a lot more feral screaming and oh. my. god. This Keigaku is INCOMPARABLE and probably my FAVOURITE performance that I have ever witnessed of this song. Kyo sighed creepily into the mic at the start, making these sinuous movements with his body and voice that were just COMPLETELY captivating and then slid into those obscure words…before each heavy riff he just HOWLED, it was like his body was taken over by the song completely. During the thrash sections the crowd went WILD and I don’t mean just movement I mean people were screaming, i was losing my mind. By the time the second verse sidled up we were so hypnotised it felt like everyone there was swaying in sync and we drew into that riff again, Kyo was singing COMPLETELY different lyrics and in that small empty space before Kaoru crashes in he CACKLED into the mic and then just shrieked…oh my god oh mygod. He sang “me o mukeyou to wa shinai, sou made shite itsuwarita…” with such a sensual quality like he was winding in on himself… then as it ended he uttered those omitted (?) words…はやく死ね (“fucking die quickly”; personally i feel like the sentiment is very like “i hope you drop dead” but that’s my impression)…

and those words led straight into Aka, which left a MUCH bigger impression than in Kanazawa because god following Keigaku… In the second verse he sang different lyrics and then called on us to sing…it felt very subdued and hopeless. Kyo looped the chord around and around again… ugh. And then Rubbish Heap ohhhhh my god. Kyo went straight to kamite at the start of Rubbish Heap and held his fist up and SHOOK it at us, and I saw more people than USUAL make fists lmao. Me and old mate next to me were jump-punching the air with every “FIST” and Kyo gestured in our direction and I know Die saw us 😂 Keibetsu and Values are just…a blur of adrenaline. I know the guys moved around during Values but I was too busy dancing to remember ljhgkhgkj.

Ranunculus was so incredibly soft tonight…At the start Kyo was breathing into the mic and the opening verse was so beautiful and during the second he became teary…he beat himself with the mic and screamed three times before the final chorus … ;_______; As it ended Kyo kept repeating “わたし…一人で…” with delay on the mic again and then just lapsed into silence. He sang those first lines of Mercy almost with a kind of lethargy…like he’d just woken up. His body looked limp as well…he started moving the mic around so his voice was smaller and more distant…and when it reached “majiwaru ima…” he just wailed it and screamed out as Shinya broke in…I was absolutely beside myself and was just standing there crying…he vocalised “mada minu mirai de kusarou” in this desperate elongated wail that is probably the most vivd memory I have from the entire concert. As he repeats “yuugi…yuugi…yuugi…” he turns and slowly draws his arm around in circles…he uses his whole body to make this shape though, using his hips to create this undulating motion that is completely hypnotic.

During the interlude after the first heavy section Kyo gnaws on his wrist. He did this in Kanazawa as well, but tonight it was rather more intense for me I think because I was more directly in front of him and he was making extremely erotic moaning and sighing and sucking sounds into the mic. >.< In Kanazawa this part was slightly alarming bc it looked like he was really BITING his wrist, but after seeing it a few times there is far more tongue than tooth action and it can be appreciated as a more ritualistic/symbolic performance. After gnawing he holds his wrist over his cupped hand as though collecting blood in it, then scoops with his fingers and smears it across his lips and eyes…all you can hear is piano and his breathing. Then he wailed “majiwaru ima…” and I immediately started crying again, as I already felt quite FRAGILE watching this. >.<

The encore was a blast. Wake + Followers was an absolute pleasure and then THEY PLAYED GAIKA and I’m pretty sure I fuckin astral projected because I can’t remember a GOD DAMN THING that might have happened!! New Age is a DIFFERENT STORY during New Age Kyo made fish-hooking gestures in his mouth with his pinky finger, dragging one side of his mouth up into a deranged smile before flinging his hand out, I remember him doing this both at kamite and in the centre, dancing around and pointing and eyeballing people. And it was during the breakdown in this song where Kyo was right in the middle and he bent forward and started doing this STOMP DANCE in time with the riffs and it was SO FUCKING DOPE UGGGHHH his expression and posture were so ON POINT it’s literally one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. Kaoru also came to the middle and I absolutely screamed and shook my fist at him like a lunatic and he just jutted his chin lmfao. I cannot remember a thing from Utafumi either, it is hopeless.

Kyo stayed at the end longer than he did in Kanazawa, it was kinda sweet, with each show I attended he stayed a bit longer. He clapped and fox-kissed us and waved bye-bye and then left. the other guys stayed longer as well and threw MUCH more stuff than they did in Kanazawa. And everyone left GLOWING. Band and fans. Everyone looked so full and pleased, it was wonderful. I feel like the whole band and everyone in the crowd had a wonderful night. ❤️

#dir en grey #tour19 this way to self destruction

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jungshookz · 5 years

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i stay up at night thinking about how mer!jk probably took a photo of hwayoung & yoongi and yoongi staring at it every night bc he misses his little beastie :’)

“what’s the matter with you?” namjoon pokes his head into yoongi’s room before furrowing his brows at the sight of a luMp in the middle of the bed

“nothing” yoongi grumbles and rolls over onto his side before snuggling against his pillow

he’s tempted to reach up and slam his clam shuT then lock it from the inside so that no one can disturb him for the rest of the night but he’s just too buMmed out to even move

to make things short and sweet

good news: little beastie has been returned to its rightful owners

bad news: little beastie has been returned to its rightful owners

“you feeling sick or something? you skipped lunch and dinner - y/n brought ice cream for all of us and since you weren’t there, jungkook had a double serving of ice cream so he’s like swimming at a thousand miles per hour right now” namjoon jokes and swims over before sitting down on the edge of yoongi’s bed

he pokes the lump and yoongi’s hand shoots out to whack him away before it slinks back under the covers

“i wasn’t hungry. i had some kelp chips earlier.” yoongi’s voice is muffled because he’s under the blankets and namjoon lets out a sigh

“need i remind you that you were the one who told us not to get attached?” namjoon yanks the covers down a bit so he can at least look at yoongi’s head while he’s talking to him

yoongi grumbles in response before sitting up and leaning back against his pillows

“in no way was i attached to the child.” he crosses his arms stubbornly and namjoon gives him a pointed look

“you refused to let go of her when we came back to collect her and bring her to her parents”

“she was sleeping and i didn’t want to risk waking her up” yoongi murmurs and fiddles with the deep-sea mushroom aka beastie’s pacifier

he clears his throat and looks up at namjoon “because her crying would’ve been very irritating, you know?”

“…mhm. you wanna talk about how you started tearing up when we finally pried her out of your arms and she woke up and started wailing?” namjoon snorts and his eyes flicker over to the little pile of (diy) baby toys yoongi has sitting on his other pillow

“there was salt in my eyes.” yoongi feels a lump growing in his throat at the fresh memory of beastie making grabby hands at him and just sobbing her eyes out when he had to hand her over to namjoon

“i’m sorry beastie, i know, i’m sorry-” yoongi pries her little hands off of his shoulders and peels her off before raising her up so that namjoon can take her

fat tears roll down her chubby cheeks and drip off her chin as she continues screeching and yoongi finds himself reaching out for her again but he quickly stops herself “c-can’t we just- can’t we just get her to fall asleep again before giving her back?”

“her parents are waiting, yoongi” jin wraps her up in a blanket before smoothing some of her hair back and bouncing her up and down gently

“but-”

“c’mon, let’s go-” namjoon points over his shoulder and jin nods but turns to look back at yoongi “aigoo… don’t cry…” he coos as he wipes beastie’s tears away

“goodbye, small human!” taehyung blows a kiss at her “we’ll miss you!”

she hiccups and leans against jin’s shoulder

jin picks up her arm and waves it at everyone but he gives yoongi a smile of pity

“g’bye, beastie” yoongi murmurs under his breath as he watches jin and namjoon get smaller and smaller

oh boy

that was not a pleasant memory to have to relive

yoongi clenches his jaw and continues fiddling with the mushroom

“well, listen - there’s food in the kitchen if you get hungry.” namjoon can tell yoongi isn’t in the talking mood so he decides that the best thing to do for now is to just leave the poor guy alone

he shuts the door quietly and yoongi reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose

he just wants to hold her in his arms one last time

he turns and shoves his hand underneath the pillow and pulls a small picture out

jungkook snapped a pic of him and beastie and yoongi didn’t find out about this til after he said goodbye to her and the moment jungkook handed him the polaroid yoongi was sO ready to burst into tears aND he was considering just growing a pair of legs and riskINg it all for this child

yoongi brushes his fingers over the polaroid picture and his mouth turns up in a fond smile

it was a candid picture

beastie’s drooling all over his cheek giving him her signature slobbery kisses while he has a big fat grin on his face and is squeezing her close to him

“bah.” yoongi chuckles to himself before kissing his fingers and pressing them against beastie’s face in the picture

who knows

maybe he’ll see beastie again

he hopes so

anyways tell me why i’m CRYING

#ceo!yoongi #baby drabbles #mermaid!jimin #yoongi #yoongi fics #yoongi fic recs #yoongi fluff #yoongi fluff recs #yoongi cute #bts fics #bts fic recs #bts #mermaid!yoongi x hwayoung

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justafewsmallsteps · 5 years

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Definitely late for Halloween, but it’s Inuvember now so here you go. Hopefully you don’t mind. Literally no one is asking for this anymore, but it’s a continuation of my Witch! AU. Read Part 1 here. (literally forgot to add the chain to him in the pic but it’s too late whoops, pretend it’s in front of him thanks)

Now You’re Mine pt. 2 Word Count: 1810 Rating: T

The sky was still light at the edges as he sat in the field restlessly. The breeze swaying the tall grasses did nothing to calm him. Inuyasha had a scowl on his face. He felt a distinctly irritating mix of boredom, annoyance, and anxiety.

The full moon had risen above the horizon, and he knew it’d reach its peak sometime later than evening. In the warm daylight it looked harmless, but it still made him uneasy. Full moons always kicked up his senses into overdrive, but this was worse. Ever since Kagome entered his life, he felt like he was constantly on high alert. Something came with being her familiar—and while her teacher, Kaede, vaguely informed them both about how their dynamic typically functioned, it all still felt weird. He didn’t know what feelings were all his own, and what was the power of her spell. He knew that some it had to be magic: his heightened awareness of her presence, and protectiveness he’d never felt over another being before. It was like he had a sixth sense for her.

Sometimes her words rung in his head.

Inuyasha, you are now bound to me as my familiar. You are mine.

He bristled at the memory. How undignified. Hers.

Well, it was a two-way street! If he was bound to her, then right back at her!

But that sounded like a load of bullshit. It’s not like he ever agreed to the witch’s contract. She stole his name and tricked him into sticking by her side. (She’d saved him too, but he could leave that part out when he was in a pouty mood.) Never mind that she’d told him he was free to come and go as he pleased. Never mind that he chose to stay by her side. Never mind that she’d agreed that they’d be partners and friends, and while she studied how to control her witch powers she’d do her best to rid him of Kikyou’s remaining hold on his soul.

He glared at the ball and chain around his ankle. It wasn’t too heavy, and he was basically used to the weight at this point. Kagome even made it levitate when she was around so it didn’t hinder his movement much, but that was the extent to which she could affect it.

“Something still lingers in you that keeps you attached to the witch who cursed you.”

Kikyou…

Just thinking about her made him scowl.

When Kaede heard that he was cursed by Kikyou, she practically had a heart attack. A legendary witch from her clan—Kikyou had disappeared fifty years ago after casting a binding spell so powerful it supposedly drained her of magic. She hadn’t been seen or heard from since, and apparently it was all his fault. He was the one she’d used up her magic on, but something about that didn’t add up. Her voice still echoed in his mind, haunting him.

“I’m leaving you here until the full moon. Then I’ll finish you myself.”

Great, another reason to hate the full moon.

Kikyou’s threat kept him skittery. While he knew better than to believe in her promises (all just lies), he knew that she’d meant it when she vowed to end him. She wasn’t one to leave loose ends. He remembered the icy look in her eyes, matching the creeping chill and darkness that began to take over as she cast her spell on him.

He shook his body to rid the shiver that ran cold in his spine. He didn’t like thinking about it.

His golden gaze fell back on the moon, pale as a ghost, reminding him of haunting memories. There are flashes of red, of white, of inky black hair and distant screaming. He narrowed his eyes and tried to calm himself. No use in thinking about all that when he’d have to deal with tonight.

He’d only been through two other full moons since Kagome freed and revived him. That day when he awoke, everything changed. Sometimes he could still feel his heartbeat thump hard in his chest when he thought about it. The feeling of breathing again after years… Seeing her gentle smile illuminated by her own powers. They’d been tied together since then, and now any distance between them made him feel unraveled, as if she held him together by the seams.

Inuyasha blamed the contract for making him so antsy whenever Kagome was away from him, like she was right now. His foot tapped anxiously, the quick bouncing movement doing very little to exert his buzzing energy. Whenever they were separated he was on edge, and tonight being the full moon only amplified the feeling. An irritating combination that had him going haywire inside.

The moon was his curse, and it’d always been since he was young, way before Kagome or even Kikyou entered into his life. At first full moons just gave him heightened senses, like a slight boost to his normal powers. It never bothered him, and if he had to say, he kind of enjoyed it.

Then his first transformation.

It happened after his mother died, the first full moon night he had to fend for himself and he took advantage of his sharper abilities to hunt. The moon had shone like a distant pearl, yet he wandered deep into the forest until the treetops covered most of the sky. That’s where they’d found him, the monsters, and soon he’d gone from hunting for prey to becoming it. He remembered running away, his heart at a flying speed as he panted and his vision began to blur. He remembered being caught, yelping for help, and then a burning, searing pain as the beasts clawed at him. Finally, he remembered the moon, bright and white hot, suddenly invading his senses until all he could do was feel. Feel his body contorting in agony, feel the blood running in his veins, and the next second it ran through his fingers and down his arms and splattered across his face. He felt the air in his lungs and the smooth vibration of howling in his throat. And the next morning when he woke to piles of bones and torn up flesh, he felt the terror, the fear of what he didn’t know, and the guilt from what he must have done.

He repressed the need to shudder.

His transformation didn’t happen every full moon, but he’d done it enough times to know it was painful and it was dangerous. He wasn’t sure if he’d bitten and turned anyone. He didn’t know and didn’t want to think about if he’d killed people…

Inuyasha resolved himself. Whenever he could avoid it, he would. Transforming should be avoided at all costs, and avoiding it meant he’d have to be in control. No putting himself in danger, no picking fights, no losing his temper. He had to keep calm, and it was annoying to admit, but Kagome’s scent was… soothing. Her temper might not have been, but even fighting with her didn’t make him want to leave. Maybe that was because of their bond.

Kaede insisted it wasn’t, but what could she know? What he and Kagome had was different.

Supposedly, it wasn’t even possible for her to make him into her familiar in the first place. Most witches chose creatures with less internal magic—cats were apparently very popular. As were ravens and owls. Certainly some chose dogs (depending on breed), but never part-weredogs. First of all, who’d even think many existed? Secondly, most witches simply didn’t possess enough power to bond to a highly magical creature.

But Kagome kept doing the impossible. She’d found him past Kikyou’s glamour spell, broken her seal on him, and brought him back to life. Binding their souls by making him into her familiar? Why not?

His witch was powerful; he’d give her that. She knew a few cute tricks and had a natural knack for channeling her abilities. He might even call himself impressed sometimes.

But she didn’t know how to rein it in yet, and her formal spell arsenal was limited. She was inconsistent with her magic. Sometimes things merely fizzled, and sometimes they’d create gaping holes. She lacked finesse in a way that made him scoff, and she’d blow her bangs out of her eyes before shooting him a glare.

Kagome’s power was a lot, he knew, and when it really got out of hand he could sense it. Right before a spell went wrong or even too well the hairs on the back of his neck and the ends of his ears and tail would raise. He’d run out to her before he even registered it, and he’d sweep her away right before the earth cracked open, or things exploded, or the magic sent a ricochet back at her. She’d end up cradled in his arms squeaking in surprise at what she’d done. He’d look down at her with his gut churning in relief, anxiety, embarrassment, and… something else he didn’t want to explore. Something that made letting go hard when it really shouldn’t be.

It was that same feeling that was driving the fidgeting state he was in now.

“Separation anxiety?” Kaede mused as she walked by.

He froze like a spooked rabbit.

“B-bah! As if I’d be anxious over her. She doesn’t even use magic in that other world…”

“Breathing exercises help calm the mind,” Kaede hummed and kept walking right along like she had no time for him.

If he was feeling ansty it must’ve the stupid bond. It had to be. Why else would he feel this out of sorts? And the moon was making it worse! Kagome needed to get back now.

Ugh, he was going crazy.

Just when Inuyasha felt like he was going to tear his hair out, he caught a whiff of her. She was far, but he was grateful that the moon’s effect allowed him to pick it up from this distance.

Okay, she’d be headed this way soon. Good. He imagined her climbing out of the magic well, grabbing her broom and flying off. No need to meet her or anything.

The itch he’d had for the past three days was finally dying down.

Inhale. Her scent was still far. His witch did like to dawdle and study the plants near the well anyways.

Exhale. She’d probably pick a few to take to Kaede, see if her stock could use anything newer. Bet she was taking her sweet time.

Inhale. He could feel himself begin to unwind, but as soon as Kagome got here he’d give her a piece of his mind.

Exhale. Annoying for her to stay out when she said she’d be back this morning. The sun would set soon.

Inh—

He feels it then. Like a spike straight down his spine.

She’s in danger.

A flock of crows suddenly burst from the tree line, and he shoots off like an arrow. His heart beats fast. He feels her magic, erratic. He can hear tree branches cracking and the earth beneath his flying feet rumble. The ball and chain keep hitting the ground and he’s use to the unevenness of it, but Kagome’s not here to help. She’s in trouble. He feels it more than he can comprehend it, and it doesn't matter as long as he gets there and she’s not hurt.

“Get away from me!” he hears her scream. She sounds too far and too panicked and it’s too fucking far and she’s in danger! He wills himself to go faster.

The other scent is medicinal and pungent. He already hates it, but Kagome’s scent it there too. He’s almost there! He can see blasts from her magic, brilliant pink ball of light exploding, casting light and shadow in the forest around them.

“Kagome!”

He can sense her fear. He feels it like a pulse in his chest, just alongside his heartbeat is hers. It’s burning the way his blood is.

“No!” her voice pierces his ears before a green light engulfs her dots of pink.

He’s blinded for a second, and as much as he wants to keep running he knows he’ll just end up hitting a tree if he tried. The force of the magic violently lashes at the trees. He has to shield his face.

Once the light is over, a cold, sinking feeling suddenly overtakes him and makes his knees cave in. It’s hard to breathe. A whirlwind of emotions hit him as if they were waves crashing down on his body, pinning him down. He wants to move. He needs to find her, but he can’t move his fucking legs! Alarms are blaring in his mind so he tries to shut everything out. He needs to breathe…

Inhale. He can’t find her scent.

Exhale. Try the fuck again, dammit!

Inhale. Where the fuck is it? Why can’t he find it?

Exhale.

Inuyasha grits his teeth and gets up. The swirling feelings are a mass of chaos he’ll just have to get through. It doesn’t matter unless he gets to her. It’ll all go away if he just gets to her—the anger, anxiety, worry, hope, despair, guilt—it’s like a vortex trying to swallow him.

He gets to the clearing and suddenly everything stops as he takes in his surroundings.

The well is empty, the trees around are scorched, and the ground is razed. Kagome is nowhere to be seen, but remnants of her magic cling to the air desperately only for dread to settle in his stomach.

Kagome is gone. She’s been kidnapped.

The panic kicks back in.

The full moon is rising higher as the sun sinks down towards the horizon. The world is getting darker…

And Inuyasha can feel his control slipping away…

#inuyasha #inuvember #kagome higurashi #inukag #witch AU #halloween AU #justafewsmallsteps #jelly art #jelly fic #kikyou #kaede #now you're mine

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 6 years

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On the Hotline

Dedicated to @kxnfuzed and the reader calls a hotline. Disclaimer: I don't know how sex lines actually work so there's that.

Smut fic. Erik × Reader. Sad reader. Horny reader. A lot of dialogue. 😞

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Lonely on a Saturday night, trying to stay positive and keep your thoughts from traveling down the familiar dark road of self-loathing and inexplicable hopelessness, you put on a Netflix documentary to still your mind, but still you couldn't focus. You'd dissociate and by the time you snapped back to reality, you'd forgotten what you'd been thinking about. A typical Saturday in the apartment avoiding all humanity and.. right on schedule, it was time to seek validation via social media. You pulled up your Tumblr and scrolled on your phone as a way of escape from the blur of emotional overload and boredom.

"These dumb Tumblr ads.. ever since Yahoo acquired the app," you groan from the curled up position on your couch. Your finger slips and a screen pops up taking you to an unintended link.

"Shit. Close." Right as you're about to hit the X and woosh the screen away, you spot a number. Apparently some of these ads are targeted based on your searches. "They must know my black ass is sitting here lonely," you say with an eyeroll, putting your finger over the front camera lens. On the screen is a number and ad to a black sex hotline.. Something that seems so outdated with the popularization of social media.

"$4 a minute? That's ridiculous," you scoff, your thumb hovering over the X. But what if you just call for two minutes? What would you say? What would they say? Did they have men? Were they old? If you called, you could get rid of some of your questions and quell your curiosity. Should you call? Is it a scam? After going back in forth in your mind for a good ten minutes, you punch in the number and the phone rings.

"Hi and welcome to Black Connect Hotline. Would you like to speak to a male or female tonight," lively recorded feminine voice asks answering one of your questions. You choose male and follow the prompting giving your credit card information warily, hoping it's not a scam and luckily a human voice pics up the call.

"Erik here. What your fantasy?" He sounds like a man in his 20s to 30s, but there's no way to be sure. His voice is midrange, not too high or low, but fairly deep in its own timbre. It's smooth crushed velvet, but it's also rough sandpaper.. an interesting dichotomy. It's a voice you could listen to for hours if you weren't paying $4 per minute. His voice is one that reverberates through your bones and your cooch.

"If you don't know, then tell me about your sexual interests," he says and immediately, you grasp for the words to say.

"I.. guess I'm just curious. What do people normally ask for? Or rather what is your specialty?"

"I'm gonna save you the five minute conversation if you don't mind since it sounds like you're new to this. Do you feel comfortable with my voice or do you need something different?"

"I like your voice.. It's very warm." There's a low chuckle from the other side of the line and it awakens the muscles in your lower abdomen. You squeeze your thighs together in wait of his next words.

"Then I want you to listen closely to the words I say and do exactly what I tell you, okay? Say 'yes sir' when you ready."

"Yes, sir." You didn't know what to expect when you called, but this man's voice had an undeniable draw that made you want to keep listening and obey.

"Good girl," he croons and you allow yourself to absorb the praise. "Now whatever you're wearing, take all that shit off. I want you butt ass naked for this. You alone?"

"Yeah, I'm at home."

"Good. Lay down with the phone on speaker. Get comfortable how you need to. Tell me when you've done it." He pauses and you rush to your bedroom to undress fully, laying across your black and white comforter.

"Done," you say chipperly as the phone goes on speaker, the man's voice and your imagination being your main fantasy material.

"What I tell you to say?" It's a gentle reminder that has you touching yourself prematurely. You rub yourself lightly, careful not to cause too much friction or pleasure that would alert the operator to your actions.

"Oh.. Yes sir."

"What's your name babygirl?"

"Y/N.."

"Okay Y/N, put the tip of your index in your mouth to wet it. Mhm. Now rub your nipple. Just like that, now the other one... I want them nipples hard, so keep teasin em... Grab your titties and squeeze ya nipples at the same time, imagine my lips on your nipples pullin on em... That's right.."

You went along with it, not expecting the stimulation that came from your own fingertips. Your breathing was heavier already and your eyes were closed, thighs apart as his low voice traveled through you.

"There you go, now I want you to put two fingers in your mouth and get em real wet... Pull em out. Rub ya clit wit'em. Up and down... Just like that. Make it poke out. Keep rubbing it. Slow... Get that pretty pussy wet for me."

The way he spoke triggered your slickness to rush through as you followed each instruction.

"Go faster, babygirl. Rub that clit and think of my tongue flicking it cuz if I was there I'd be teasin the fuck out that clit. I'd suck on it and run my tongue all over it till you cum then I'd keep lickin till you cum again. Mhm, get them fingers wet and play with that pussy. I want it gushy. I wanna hear it over the phone smacking, keep going.."

"Yes, sir," you murmur increasing your speed and feeling your fingers slip in and out of your entrance. He's patient and eventually, you produce the exact sound he's looking for and by that time, you crave more than fingers.

"Mm, I hear that shit. Don't stop. I hear you moaning. You sound so fuckin good."

"I'm bout to cum," you murmur feeling the familiar sensations swirl as your toes curl.

"Good. Go ahead and cum for me, but don't stop fuckin yourself until I tell you."

The building orgasm shakes through you stuttering your breaths and you fall back against the bed, feeling loose as you catch your breath. Your wet fingers keep working obediently and you know you're going to cum again.

"Y/N.. That's a pretty name. I bet you bad as fuck. So why you on a sex hotline on a Saturday night, babygirl?" He sounds genuinely interested in the answer and for a second you hesitate, unsure of how to respond.. not wanting to sound negative or lonely.

"Um.. I was curious. I saw the number on an ad and decided to call."

"So you was just online late at home alone and decided to call this random ass local number.. and out of 30 operatives, you managed to reach me?...Hm. Keep playing with that pussy... This your lucky night, I offer a deal where I do more than talk, but it's up to you. I drop off dick discreetly. Never had a disappointed customer.. but I need you to confirm it's what you want. Think about that and in the meantime, I want you to keep fingering that pussy. Two fingers, dip em in and fuck yourself how you'd want me to fuck you.. Rub that clit with your other hand. That's right, keep going."

The orgasm is right on the verge and your fingers are sloppy with your arousal. You can feel yourself making a mess.

"Them fingers sliding in and out, in and out baby? It feel good? That tight lil pussy squeezing my dick? Huh? I need you to tell me."

"Yes, sir," you moan in answer of all his questions. You can feel yourself get closer and closer.

"Stop everything and pull your fingers out, now," he says but you're too close to quit now.

"I said STOP, " he growls and it's like he can see you. You stop, your hips bucking upset at the loss.

"Before I let you cum, I'm a need a yes or no to the proposition I offered. Do you want me to come over?"

Part of you says this is dangerous and desperate, so no. Another part of you screams this is what you need, you just hope he's not ugly or trash. If he does turn out to be a problem, however, you have a gun in your room. In a bold move, you decide to accept his offer and give him your information.

"Good girl, for that I'm a let you cum before I get there. Play with that pussy some more. You on your back or stomach right now?"

"My back," you say, slipping your fingers back into your wetness easily with a moan of deep satisfaction.

"So you like to get dicked down missionary wit'ya legs in the air? My hands pressing your thighs apart digging deep in them guts?... Pretend your fingers are my dick and push em in and out fast. I'd fuck you fast and deep, so that's what I need you to replicate. Tell me, you like your pussy ate from the front or the back? You like to lock your thighs around a nigga head and smother him or you wanna arch that ass and feel this tongue deep in them sugarwalls? Huh? I can't hear you baby, I just hear you moaning.. I'll tell you what I like. I'd want you to ride my face hard as you can, drown me in your nectar so I can clean you up with my tongue. I want my neck and beard soaked in ya juices. Could you make that happen? Could you cum all over my face for me? I hear you getting louder, I know you close baby. Can you cum for me right now like a good girl? Come on, faster, keep fuckin yourself. I wanna hear you say my name when you cum. You remember it?"

Oh crap, you missed it at the beginning and now you really wish you'd have asked. You're ready to tip the edge.

"It's Sir," you say hoping it gets you by. Afterall, it's what he requested that you call him.

"Good try babygirl, but I know you know what I mean." Right before you can nut, a beep comes from your phone, and you sigh in exasperation until you see the notification. It's a message letting you know someone's requesting entry to your apartment building and you press 0 to buzz them up. The knock raps on your door and the moment of truth has come. Throwing on a long t-shirt, you open the door to a six foot beautiful brown skinned man with stylish locs braided back over a crisp fade, broad shoulders, and an imposing frame. He's wearing black Adidas sweatpants and a fitted black tee with what looks like black Versace slides. His phone drops from his ear and your jaw drops slightly with it. His smirk displays two deep dimples and his dark eyes roam over your figure slowly coming back to rest on your face. He looks impressed, his tongue peaking out to lick his full lips and instantly you melt.

"I got you," he says catching you and lifting you by the thighs so that your legs straddle his body and you wrap your arms around him for balance. He carries you into your bedroom and sits you on your bed.

"You racked up a big fee your first time calling in, what is it about $160? You mean to do that?" He chuckles at your wide-eyed expression, his thumb sweeping at your cheek. You shake your head. You absolutely had not meant to do that, you were just so into his voice and verbal direction.

"Damn, you wanted that nut.. How bout this. Every time you nut for me tonight over the next hour, I'll knock off $10. If you can remember my name, I'll knock off $20 more. Deal?"

How could you say no? You pull your tshirt off and he tugs your ankles, pulling your butt to the end of the bed before collecting your ankles in one hand and pushing them back.

"Damn, who got you this soaked girl? You so wet, I bet I could just," he pulls his length from his pants and it glides into you fairly easily, though it stretches you and he pushes his way in sliding in and out massaging your nerve endings. You close your eyes enjoying the feeling of his girth filling and stretching you.

"You already creaming on my dick, you love how this dick feel inside you?"

"Yes, sir.. Fuck, I love it," you cry feeling his fingers on your clit, rubbing. He sighs lifting the hem of his shirt and then he spreads your legs apart by the inner thighs like he said over the phone. Immediately you know he truly isn't just talk and you focus on breathing. His dick pushes deeper.

"You taking this dick so good. Halfway in," he says and you look down shocked by his length. Reading your mind he comments, "Don't worry you can take it. You gone take it anyway. Put your hands behind your head and keep em there. Don't move."

Your hands go behind your head and he plunges into you in one sharp motion pushing a light yelp from your lungs. One hand flies to his stomach to give yourself time and space to adjust, but he grabs your wrist and uses it to anchor himself as he moves.

"You squeezing on my dick like you wanna cum baby, let go... Just let go," he coos and you relax feeling yourself drain.

"Good girl, that's $10 down. You think you can nut fifteen more times?" His laugh says it's impossible but he's willing to try and honestly for $150, so are you. He keeps up his pace, a quick but consistent thrust just like he said and you feel another orgasm hit out of nowhere.

"Shit," you sigh breathlessly.

"That's right, babygirl, talk back to me. I like that. Tell me I'm fuckin up these walls. Tell me where you feel it. Where's my dick baby?"

"It's deep, I feel it in.. my pussy," you sigh touching your pubic bone. You can feel his dick moving under your hand.

"You gone have to speak up, you a grown ass woman.Talk like it."

"It's in my pussy, I feel you right here," you almost yell and he slows down to deliver deep, cervix kissing strokes making your eyes roll back.

"Shiiit, you like that," he breathes with another smirk, "I can tell, you gripping my dick like you don't want me to go nowhere. Don't worry, I ain't stoppin. Not yet. I want you to count with me. That was two."

"Ughh, three," you exhale and your thighs lock in on him making him tense up.

"Fuck!... Nah, nah.. this ain't finna happen." He frees himself from your leg lock and pulls out as you hit orgasm number three. Suddenly he drops and his warm tongue swipes your inner thighs which are coated in your essence. His long tongue drags to your center and prods at your opening before diving into you completely. He alternates between his fingers and his tongue and almost immediately you explode again around his fingers.

"Four," you whisper with a loud gulp.

"Mmm. Squeeze my tongue like you be squeezing my fingers," he says and replaces his fingers again with his tongue. His wet fingers expertly play with your clit and you can feel fluids leak from your vagina, but he doesn't come up for air choosing to make indecent noises instead.

"Five."

Obscene slurps and smacks loudly fill the air and after what feels like fifteen minutes, you push him off of you having hit a limit. His face is glossy and coated and he licks his lips, his smile devilish.

"What you thought I was talking shit on the phone?.. That's eight orgasms, wanna go for another one? I know you got at least two more in you.." He kisses his teeth and you know you're being too quiet for him, but you're just trying to breathe and get it together.

"I'm a let you think, but hurry the fuck up. You got about fifteen minutes before your time's up. You owe me eight more orgasms for us to be square."

"Shit.. I'll just pay the $80," you chuckle, "Credit the other 80 back to my card or whatever."

"You gone quit, really? You so close. Come on, just one more."

"Ughhh.. okay one," you groan and he flips you over entering your tired pussy from the back making you whine from the overuse.

"You gone let me buss before you quit on me? Hm?"

"Hurry up and you can."

"Oh now you wanna talk shit. Make me cum.. if you can."

With the issued challenge, you pick your beaten pussy up and throw it back against him meeting him stroke for stroke, ignoring the discomfort. The sound of skin colliding fills the air and he leans over you twisting his hand into your hair pulling your head back. His intoxicating voice is directly at your ear whispering the foul things he's yet to do to you and you cum again. Determined to make him cum, you request to suck his dick in order for him to release his iron hold on you.. But what he doesn't know is that you're a dick sucking savant.

You pull yourself gingerly off of his stiff dick and spin around to lick the thick vein running up his dick from base to head. Your tongue flicks over the head of his dick causing him to shiver slightly before you swallow his erection, using your hands to barrel and twist at the base. Your head swivels round and round and back and fourth, pushing the limits of your suppressed gag reflex and he grabs the back of your head with a hard grunt. You can feel his heartbeat in your throat as his dick pulses and you know he's close.

Suctioning his sensitive head you will the cum to come out and as if bending to your will, it does shoot out in spurts. His mouth is wide and you watch him pant as you spread the white jizz on your lips and keep sucking. He pushes your head away as gently as he can muster and retucks his dick, lowering his head to kiss you on the lips. The flavors of the two of you mix and mingle in a combination that you both hungrily devour from each other.

"That was worth the other $80, we'll call it even," he smirks slipping his slides back on. You smile back.

"You got here really fast too, I'm surprised. When I saw that the hotline was local, I didn't know it was so close."

"Well, I do this from home for extra cash to blow while I'm in school... and... I live one building over. So. Next time you need some dick, how bout just skip the hotline and come over."

He heads to the door and you realize two things. One, you don't have his actual cell number and two, you still don't remember his name. You bring these things to his attention and instead of telling you, he shrugs.

"After what we just did it does it really matter?... Y/N?"

He stresses your name obviously feeling some kind of way about you not remembering, but he'd only said his name once and that was in the first two seconds of the call. You give him a stink eye and he relents, backing toward the door.

"It's a shame you couldn't remember my name, babygirl. I'll tell you whenever you come over if you really care. Just know this before you come, I'm a make you earn it. Then I'm a make you scream it."

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roosterart-blog · 5 years

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Not for teacher.

He didn't know exactly how he got here. Well, he did but that didn't make it any less baffling. He stared across at his unusual lunch date and recounted the past few hours.

Mike woke up that morning pretty blah. He was on vacation but all his friends had gone out of town to family. He didn't have anything productive to do and lacked the mental bandwidth to just veg on Netflix. He figured he'd hit the gym early and see where his day took him. He had a productive lift. He didn't hit any PRs but he got a nice pump. He took some pics for instagram and got dressed. It was time for breakfast so he went to a Cafe for some eggs and a coffee. He entered the shop and that's where things went awry.

Mrs. Winter the ice queen. She had been his history teacher in 12th grade. Everyone hated her she was strict to the point of cruelty. She had taken a particular interest in him, making his year a living hell. The real kicker was that at the end of the year she had married Mr. Hann his favorite teacher. Mr. Hann taught math and had opened new doors for him. He owed all of his lifetime math skills to Mr. Hann. To think that rotten bitch was with him was an unthinkable mind fuck.

It took a moment for her to see him but when she did a cruel grinch smile twisted up the corners of her perfectly painted lips. She was impossibly hot, that was for sure. She had a vicious beauty like a comic super villain. She reminded Mike of poison Ivy. Red hair red lips and a body that dropped Jaws. Mr. Hann was more like a Clark Kent. Subtle, demure, a little clumsy, endearing, and built like a truck. He always wore glasses and moccasins a button down and dad jeans. Noone knew how or why they had gotten together.

She got her coffee and walked purposefully over to Mike. She greeted him enthusiastically as if she was unaware of his seething hatred, or didn't care. She asked what he was doing and sneered a little when he told her. Gawd he just wanted to slap her, beat her, and hate fuck her into a coma. As if she could read his mind she said matter of factly, "you want to hurt me." His face must have given away his answer because she said "good, come with me."

Mike felt pulled to follow her. He wanted to walk away and never see her again but some invisible string seemed to be guiding his movement. As they left the coffee shop she said nonchalantly "maybe you can make yourself useful, you really were a poor student." FUCK!

Mike was lost in a fog of rage. He didn't remember getting in her car but here he was outside her house. The house she shared with Mr. Hann. I shouldn't be here he thought. She ushered him inside and before he could stop her kissed him deeply. He pulled away and she slapped him. His head rang as she pulled him back into her kiss. Mike violently grabbed her hair and kissed her back. He took control slamming her against the nearest wall. Her hands were all over his back clawing and pulling at his clothes. He grabbed her wrists, slammed them against the wall, and began biting her neck. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her body into his. He stepped back and spun her around. He pressed her face into the wall as he found the zipper on her dress. He unzipped it and pulled it over her head leaving her in a black lace bra and green lace panties. She kicked off her heels and he spanked her hard on her round bottom. She hopped up wrapping her legs around his waist and pointed towards the bedroom upstairs. Mike stumbled his way up and when he arrived threw her onto the bed. He took off his Tshirt, popped off his loafers, and shimmied out of his shorts. He stood there in his bikini briefs and watched her admire his athletic body. In that moment he remembered Mr. Hann. "Fuck I shouldn't be doing this" he said aloud. Mike closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. That's when he felt her hand.

She practically pushed him over onto the carpeted floor. She made eye contact with him, her wicked smile never leaving her lips. She rubbed him through the material of his drawers. He didn't remember ever being so hard in his life. He felt like a water balloon that was ready to burst. Just as he thought he might cum pain flooded. She squeezed his balls so hard he lost his breath. Before he could shout in pain she locked his mouth with hers. She pulled down his underwear and shifted her panties aside and amidst his pain Mike felt himself enter her. She began to ride him. Shifting up and then violently slamming down on his pelvis. His abs ached as he tried to find his breath. It was then that Mike heard the door. "Get off me" he whispered. "I think your husband is home" but that didn't stop her, in fact she picked up pace. He could feel his barriers fall and the knowledge he was about to be caught turned Mike on ten fold. He was aware of the footsteps up the stairs, heard them near the door and just as Mr. Hann entered Mike turned her over, pulled out and blew his load all over her stomach.

Mike looked up and saw Mr. Hann staring in surprise. But what was most surprising was what happened next. Mr. Hann began to unbotton his shirt. He dropped his jeans revealing that he was commando. His girthy cock flopped out like it had been held hostage in that denim cage. When Mr. Hann was completely undressed he silently got on all fours. Mike watched Mr. Hann unsure of what was going on. That's when Mrs. winter-Hann got out a paddle. He watched amazed as she spanked Mr. Hann with that paddle. He saw tears rolled down Mr. Hann's face, his smile indicating these were tears of joy. Mrs. Winter pointed for Mike to sit on the bed and watch. He obeyed and continued to watch the debacle in stunned silence. She continued to spank Mr. Hann until a drop of precum fell from his stiff cock onto the carpet. She then went to the dresser and got a large strap on. She dropped a gob of lubricant on Mr. Hann's puckered hole and entered him. She f#cked him senseless yelling profanities at him. Calling him a little bitch and a slut. Mr. Hann said nothing just groaned in pleasure. Mike. Just watched in stunned silence. He could feel his erection returning. She rammed Mr. Hann and clawed at his back till he finally shot a heaping load all over the floor.

Mike watched Mr. Hann panting as Mrs winter pulled the dildo out of his slick ass. He was surprised at how aroused he had become so soon after his last orgasm. Mrs. Winter threw the strap on aside she walked over to the bed and ordered Mike off of it, he abliged. "Fuck him" she said. "Excuse me?" Mike asked confused. "Fuck my husband," "we're not done here.

Mike had definitely fantasized about Mr. Hann before. Usually he was being passionately held by the older larger man. In his head Mr. Hann was a masculine giant a father figure. That image did not match up with the silent submissive man he'd just seen fucked to orgasm.

Mike had had fantasies about Mrs. Winter as well. Usually more along the lines of stashing her in a trunk and burying her alive. To think he'd just fucked her and was about to top Mr. Hann at her behest. Never in a million years could he have anticipated this.

Mike looked over at Mr. Hann who was busy eating his own cum off the floor. Their eyes met and Mr. Hann's eyes seemed to beg for it. Mike walked over to Mr. Hann and grabbed his chin. He kept eye contact as he slid his half hard cock between his old teachers lips. Mike slid his fingers into Mr. Hann's short brown hair and began to rock in and out of his mouth. Mr. Hann played his tongue over Mike's shaft and Mike felt his erection increase. He kept like this until he was around half way to finishing. Mike pulled his cock out of Mr. Haan hungry lips and circled to his raised ass. He looked over to Mrs winter who was watching the whole encounter, touching herself and masturbating. She rubbed her smooth pussy, circling and teasing her moist clit. She urged him to go on, to fuck her mountain of a husband.

Mike lined up his head with Mr. Hann's moist asshole. He had never in his life been so simultaneously uncomfortable and aroused. He was about to push in when he changed his mind. He moved his cock away and bent over to eat Mr. Hann's ass. Mr. Hann was not expecting this and for the first time that afternoon he made an audible sound of pleasure. Mike forced his tongue into the hole eliciting more sighs and moans. He reached around and began stroking Mr. Hann's impressive cock. He kept this up until Mr. Hann's moans seemed to reach a fever pitch. When he thought his teacher might cum he stopped all stimulation. It was then that he rammed his rod into Mr. Hann's muscular ass. Mike felt the warmth slide along his shaft. The muscular walls tightened and released. He could hear Mr. Hann's breathing and knew he was close to finishing. He slid in and out of his sheath slowly, feeling the friction with each movement. Mike continued at this pace till he felt Mr. Hann shudder. He knew he was about to cum and so he began ramming him with short forceful thrusts. Mike felt his own orgasm build up he cam to fruition just as Mr. Hann did. Mike leaned over and held the much larger man. Mr. Hann bucked and shuddered shooting rivulets of discharge on the already soiled floor. The force of his orgasm threw Mike over the edge too. Mike pumped his milk deep into Mr. Hann's guts. Mrs. Winter watched still pleasuring herself. Mike pulled out, reached out his hand and caught the dribble of cum from Mr. Hann's ass. He fed the handful of warm seed to the submissive giant. Mr. Hann hungrily lapped it up then proceeded to clean his own mess off the floor again.

Mrs. Winter-Hann beckoned the now exhausted Mike over to the bed. She handed him a vibrator "my turn you little fuck Boi." "It does appear you can do something right." Mike began circling her nipples and clit with the vibrator. Alternating areas in response to her moans. He brought her right up to the edge of release then stopped all stimulation. She looked at him shocked. She moved to finish herself off but he grabbed her wrists and held her for a few minutes. When it seemed she had lost her arousal completely Mike began stimulation again. She bucked and moaned and begged him for release but again he stopped and held her. Mike continued this a 3rd, 4th, and 5th time. Mrs. Winter was crying, "please, give it to me!" after the 6th time he walked away from the bed. "do. It yourself you old whore," he told her.

Mike went over to Mr. Hann and reached out his hand and said "get up, get dressed, let's grab some lunch." Mr. Hann looked questioningly at Mike. "you little bitch, " Mike added. Mr. Hann smiled and abliged. They got dressed and left the house to the sounds of the snow queens crippling orgasm.

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Pride Month | Chloe Price x reader

What’s this about? A drabble about what it’s like to spend June with such an amazing girlfriend as Chloe Price!

Warnings? Nah. Well, it is 2am, and this is unedited, but oh well. Also, it’s late.

It took you a few seconds to understand the multi-colored light coming from the phone screen, your eyes squeezed from the contrast to the pleasant darkness of sleep. Steph’s good morning snaps tended to be more discrete than that. The disorientation didn’t last long, though - it’s not too hard to grasp the meaning behind a shiny “It’s Pride Month!” stamped in a rainbowish font.

Your eyes widened as realization dawned on you and you broke into a smile. Finally! You had been in the countdown for weeks, eager for the four weeks in which you encouraged to express your sexuality as much as you wanted.

“Chloe!” You excitedly nudged the sleeping girl beside you, answering the texts with some cute bitmojis, “Hey, babe, c’mon!”

She grunted, a small grimace on her face as she edged closer and threw an arm around your body. You rolled your eyes - it was always a challenge to get her up before noon.

“I know you’re awake.” You stated.

“No, you don’t. You’re dreaming.” Her voice was hoarse, the grogginess evident. She scooped you closer with her leg.

“It’s a special day!” You insisted, waiting for her to get the hint.

“No more than my sleep, it’s not.” Ok, so maybe she wouldn’t get the hint.

Click!

You smiled as you pressed send to the cute as hell photo of Chloe Price. Steph’s reply was almost instant - a series of laughter emojis.

“Did you seriously just take a pic of me? In this state?” Your girlfriend opened one eye to glare at you.

“You mean in your everlasting hot state?” You raised an eyebrow.

She let out a soft whistle “Smooth.”

“I try.”

A few silent seconds passed. You took in air to speak again, but Chloe was faster.

“Argh, fuck it.” The girl groaned, moving to put her weight on her elbow against the bed. “What the hell is so important?”

“It’s June 1st.” You suppressed a giggle, though a silly grin still made its way to your face.

“And?”

You ignored her annoyed expression and patiently waited until her still half-asleep brain processed that information. Predictably so, Chloe suddenly jumped on you, pushing your back against the mattress in one never-breaking kiss. You chuckled, tangling your fingers around her hair. She smelled like leather in the best way possible.

“Took you long enough,” You teased, admiring her now wide-awake smile. Was it normal that the fact that you’d scored such an awesome girl in your life felt completely surreal? A girl whom you loved with all your heart, who took you to late car rides and gave you old-school vinyl for your birthday - could you really be that lucky? It certainly seemed so, once you were about to enter a make-out session.

“You could’ve said so. I’d be kissing you for longer,” She smirked, diving to touch your lips again, “Happy Pride Month, (Y/N).”

“Happy Pride Month, Chloe!”

“Wait, is that- You’re blasting pop?” Your jaw fell as you turned around from half-open window to look at her. Chloe was crouched next to the sound box and barely spared a glance at you as she spoke:

“Listen closer, dumbass.”

You kept on looking at her, clueless, for a couple of beats. Then, the familiar melody got into your ears. Oh. Not even a second later, you were already singing along.

“Hayley Kiyoko is my only exception to the no-pop rule,” She stood up, an almost smug grin on her face. You surprisingly blushed - weren’t you supposed to be past that stage?

“Gotta worship our queen, right?” You smiled, starting to sway to the beat.

“Of course, that’s why I worship you every day.”

You widened your eyes, struggling to even produce a reaction. Smooth. You opened your mouth to answer, but Chloe turned up the volume before you had the chance to. Oh, that cocky smirk. That was gonna be the death of you someday.

The teenager made her way to you, reaching out a hand. You gladly took it. Shortly, both of you were jumping on the bed to the beat of every song in the playlist. Needless to say, it did end in more kisses and an eventual grinding against the wall.

“Oh. My. God.” You breathed, mesmerized by the fabric spread on the floor, “This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!”

“I know, right? Hella cheap, too.” Chloe added, clearly proud of the LGBT flag in front of the two of you, “C’mon, help me set it up!”

“Wait, what?” You frowned at her, “Where?”

“On the window, we’ll take the US one off” she explained, already heading to said window.

“David... is gonna freak when he sees it.” You said, carefully. The man already complained about the graffiti and posters, let alone a giant gay flag for the whole neighboorhood to see.

“Yeah, that’s a big reason as to why I decided to do this,” She said nonchalantly. You sighed - would it be too dramatic to facepalm? “C’mon,” Chloe insisted, “My room, my rules, right?”

“I know I’ll regret this, but yeah, I guess so.”

Music still played softly in the background as the two of you pulled the US flag down - which Chloe insisted to keep for art purposes (it actually meant graffiti on a national symbol, but oh well) - and struggled to hang the rainbow one.

“We should really get a chair,” You said, arms crossed.

“Nah, you can do it. One second, one inch to the left, and this room will be fucking amazing. And even gayer.” Chloe grinned, already crouched with her hands clasped in front of her.

“I suck at leg-ups and I’ll end up tearing this thing in half,” You warned one last time before giving up - there was no winning over Chloe Price’s persistence.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself and placed a hesitant foot over her hands, your muscles clearly shaking at the lack of balance and stability. Alright, just push it a little bit more to the left. Easy peasy.

You shifted your weight, pushed the ground, reached out your hands to the flag and- suddenly you sight was obscured by a mass of colors and, in the blink of an eye, your back hit something softer than you’d expect the ground to be.

“Ow!” Chloe let out a string of curses from underneath you, and you quickly scrambled away, the gigantic fabric still over the two of you as you lay on the floor beside her, trying to stifle a laugh. She glared at you.

“Don’t you dare sayin-”

“I told you so!” You finally broke out into a non-stop laughter. Maybe it was the sun shining through the multitude of colors, maybe the alternative playing a few feet away, maybe the fact that her blue hair made her seem other-worldly, like a gift Earthlings would never be able to truly understand.

Maybe you were drunk from the beer you two had stolen from the fridge earlier.

Whatever it was, it did lead you to one of the most passionate kisses you’ve ever had, a mess of groans and whispers, grindings and giggles, the smell of leather, dust, deodorant, the urge to hold her like the world depended on it. It seemed love flourished under the prettiest flag ever created, fit for the best month of the year.

This is not my best work, I’m aware. Still, I felt like typing it out and did so for the last 3 hours xD feedback and reblogs are amazing and much appreciate! also, quick reminder that requests are open for both male and female characters - though I will prioritize girls during June for obvious reasons! :)

Happy Pride Month, folks!

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belladonnaandulriched · 3 years

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the artist | chapter seven

“Thank you for the ride home, Lars,” I said as I climbed out of the car. Will had told him to borrow his car in order to take me back home to Tacoma; Will himself meanwhile remained back at the speak easy with Joey. It was after midnight by the time Lars had arrived at my parents' place.

“It is my greatest pleasure,” he told me as he gave me a sly lopsided grin and a whiff of that minty gum. Even in the darkness, those green irises glimmered and sparkled like the mint flavor of the gum. “Shall we meet up again soon?”

“I'd love to!” I declared. “I'm not doin' much of anything tomorrow so—come on over and I'll introduce you to my parents.”

He winked at me and blew me a kiss, and then I closed the passenger door. I headed up the walkway and slipped in through the front door. My parents had already gone to bed, and I knew I would have to explain it come the morning, but for the time being, I needed to plug in my phone and hit up Chris again.

I sidled into my bedroom and opened my phone. I sent a message to him in hopes to smooth things over after that evening.

I set down my phone on my nightstand and stripped off my jacket and my jeans when the phone went off again. I reached behind me to check it: I stood there in my underwear and my socks as I checked the screen.

“What took you so long,” Chris had replied back to me with. I rolled my eyes and chuckled at him; I stood there in the middle of the floor in order to text back to him.

“I told you, I was busy.”

“Get busy, baby.”

“Get busy with what?”

“It.”

“What's it?”

“IT!” he wrote in all caps.

“Ah, you just wanna see me with either Joey or Lars, don't ya?”

“I don't, I don't,” he insisted.

“Well, what was that then?” I demanded with a grin on my face.

“I was sayin' to get busy with the art thing,” he clarified.

“Hence, you wanna see with either Joey or Lars,” I quipped. “You wanna see some flowers blossom.”

“I wanna see some flowers blossom and give it a bit o' tongue,” he retorted, to which I gasped and felt my face grow warm.

“Chris!” I laughed out loud.

“What?” he replied with a smirk.

“That's not what I meant,” I scoffed at him.

“What did you mean?” he hit back.

“I was talking about using Dave and Stone's plants as references for the next round of coloring. I wasn't talking about—that.”

“Wait a minute, you started it.”

“No, I didn't!” I couldn't help but laugh some more.

“Yes, you did! You started it! You said something about getting together with Jory and Lars.”

“Joey.”

“Huh?”

“His name is Joey, not Jory. And I was teasing you.”

“Ah, you wanna play that game, don't you.”

“What game?”

“You wanna tease me.”

“Maybe…” I shuffled my feet on the carpet. I glanced down at them, surrounded by those colorful stripes making up the soft fabric. I wiggled my toes: I had seen three guys naked and ventured into a brand new garden with two more. I was about to get down over the phone with another one.

“You know—I'm in my undies right now,” I told him as I took a seat on the edge of my bed.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. My undies and my socks… and just a T-shirt, too.”

As soon as I hit send on that, I received another text.

“Hey, Holly, are you still up?” Will!

“Yeah, what's up?”

“Joey gave me your number—I'm taking him and Lars back to my place for the night. The two of us are waiting for Lars to get back, so we just wanted to tell you good night if you're not in bed already.” He followed it up with a little kiss at the end of the message.

“Aw, thank you. And good night to you boys, too. My models.” I followed it up with two little yellow hearts.

A reply from Chris. I opened it up.

“Care to share a pic?”

“You want me to take a picture of myself for you?”

“...if it's not too much trouble?”

I fetched up a sigh but I still set the phone on my nightstand on its end and pointed it towards me. I set the timer on the camera and on the send button, and then I leaned back against the wall. I pushed the button and held still for a moment.

It sent.

I waited a moment until Chris hit me back again. “So?”

“So what?”

“Did you fall asleep?”

“No. Did you get it?”

“No.”

“I took a pic, though,” I insisted.

“Didn't get a ring or anything,” he said.

“Huh. Let me try again—”

I leaned back again and pushed the button and waited. It sent. Another moment. And then—

“Oh, my,” he replied. “Oh, me.”

“You like it?”

“So simple and yet—oh, man.”

I still remained quiet about my age, and I wanted to have fun with it.

“I'm thinking of taking a shower,” I said to him.

“Oh, mannnn—don't fall!”

I actually wasn't going to take a shower until the morning, but I wanted to see his reaction to that, especially since it was late and I felt like falling asleep right there in my T-shirt, my panties, and my socks. But then, as I was about to take off my shirt and my bra, I got another ring from the phone.

I figured maybe it was Chris hitting me back for a kiss good night.

“You tryin' ta give the dog a bone?”

And then I realized I accidentally sent the first picture to Joey.

I froze in place with the screen of the phone right in my face. I didn't know what to say to him right then, other than the obvious “it's not what it looks like!” but what was done was done. My heart leapt into my throat and butterflies whirred up inside of my stomach. I nibbled on my bottom lip as the phone buzzed again.

“I'm gonna tell Anthrax about you,” he teased me; I could envision that sly lopsided grin of his. “And then we're gonna spread the word about you to Tom and Dave, too—unless Lars has done it already. And when I say that, I mean how amazing you are.”

Moreover, I read that in his voice. It got me thinking right then: I wondered what Chris' voice sounded like when he was turned on by the sight of me earlier. I also started to wonder what Joey's voice sounded like in the same context. Two boys with long beautiful jet black curls and incredible voices.

I set my phone back down on the nightstand so I could change my clothes and spit out the now used-up piece of gum Lars gave me, but I decided to crawl into bed in nothing more than my panties and my socks. I fell asleep within mere seconds of setting my head on top of the pillow.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone going off. I rolled over to pick up my phone again to find that usual message, like clockwork no less.

“Good morning, Hollywood,” Chris greeted me.

“Good morning, Corn man,” I replied, and he pinged me back with a laughing face. I opened the photo folder and checked the one of Mount Rainier he had sent me before. It took me a moment to realize that the snowy slopes of Mount Rainier reminded me of something from Georgia O'Keeffe. The fact the mountain had a bunch of bright and bold colors made me think of one of her paintings. The ridges and folds juxtaposed underneath him made me wonder some more about that particular picture.

I was about to write back to him when the phone went off again. I opened up the message to find Joey had sent me something.

“Hey, hi, what's up, what's going on?” he sputtered, like he was nervous.

“I—I just kinda—forgot.”

“Forgot about what?” he asked, nonplussed.

“Forgot to get back to you,” I clarified. “I saw your messages this morning. I fell asleep when I got home.”

“Oh, it's okay!” he assured me. “Really. It is.”

“So—you really wanna tell your band mates about me?”

“I do! You're amazing, Hollywood. The bunch of us might wanna do some dealings and shit with you.”

“Oh, yeah?” I raised my eyebrows at that.

“Yeah, Charlie and Frankie went ape shit over the drawing of me that you did, Charlie did especially.”

I wondered if he was going to mention the picture I sent him by accident in between his telling me what happened earlier.

“They don't know if they're gonna come up here, though,” he continued. “So... as far as we know, we might just do this whole thing over messages and whatnot.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip.

I was laying in bed and with the blankets over my otherwise naked body. The only piece of clothing was my underwear. Laying in bed and texting two boys.

My phone buzzed again.

“Good morning, min kære.” It was Lars.

“What'd you call me?” I teased him.

“That's Danish for 'my darling',” he replied.

“Oh, so we're going that far, aren't we?” I teased him.

“Yes, we are!” he retorted. “You have good taste, Miss. I hope I am not intruding.”

“Not at all! I was about to get out of bed and have breakfast.”

“Go eat up, love,” he told me, to which he accompanied it with an “xo” at the end. “I should introduce you to an authentic European breakfast. You know those nutritional columns on the sides of food cartons here in the U.S.?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“That right there—a European breakfast—would go off the charts.”

I pictured Lars eating up a European breakfast, whatever that was, and eating to his heart's desire.

“Go right to the heart!” I teased him.

“Right to the heart and to the love of the stomach,” he retorted, to which he followed it up with a wink.

“I might get some breakfast,” I told Joey.

“I'm about to, too!” he said. “Big ass stack of waffles with butter and blueberries.” I pictured that slim belly of his feeling extra full of waffles and berries, and there was something quaint about that image. So quaint I thought about drawing it in my sketchbook. These boys I drew the night before eating a bunch of food and getting their bodies nice and relaxed…

I rubbed my eyes and sat upright in the bed with the phone in my lap. I thought about texting Chris back but then again, I needed something to eat. I slid out from underneath the covers to fetch some clothes and take to the kitchen. I set the phone back on the nightstand and I decided to leave it there for the time being.

My mom put on a pot of coffee and proceeded to make herself an omelette. She showed me a smile once I padded onto the linoleum in my bare feet.

“So what happened last night?” she asked me.

“I was hangin' out with some friends and making some drawings,” I promptly replied; I thought about what Joey told me prior to then. “I think—I think, anyways—I can do some commission work.”

“Oh, good! I was hoping you would go far with your work, baby.” She put her arm around me and kept the smile upon her face. I wondered if the boys were willing to keep things under wraps, especially since I wasn't eighteen as of yet. But then again, it might have been my own imagination and my own post pandemic paranoia doing the trick. But it was still necessary to keep things a secret between me and them.

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