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delugguk · 1 year

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Only Mine, Nobody Else's.

pair: jungkook x reader.

genre: stablished relationship, smut, fluff.

word count: 5.4K

warnings: unprotected sex.

summary: there's you, who finds little things like eating perilla leafs as normal. then there's him,who finds such topics as horrendous. for him, this type of convos shouldn't even exist. so who'll win this battle? it's better to find out, now.

a/n: hellooooo here's the alternative version of THIS. finally!! I wrote this the same day I published the first drabble but never got to finish it until now, so I hope you enjoy this hehe. I really love them ㅠㅠ but I'll shut up now and enjoy their cute dynamics 😩 I'm sorry I took toooooo long to post but my irl schedule is kinda ass :( LET ME KNOW YALL REACTIONS!! I do appreciate it 👉🏼👈🏼🥺

everything can happen during dinner but.. let me explain, okay?

when you start a topic.. normally, your smart and super interesting boyfriend rambles around until he can't stop his pretty mouth from moving - not that you complained though, you adore listening to him.

but as interesting as it could be, there was some nights were each topic jumped from fun conversations to.. sudden serious ones.

like tonight.

A new trend has seemed to flow around socials making everyone have these interesting conversations that.. you're not really sure if you vibe with them to be honest - but it is what it is as soon as seho, jungkook's best friend, brings this topic to the table.

and yep, you wanted to chop his balls right in that moment.

you could swear you were having a good time until that moment came. you and jungkook were oblivious to the matter for some reason so when you're having dinner with your friends, this sudden theme really got you out off guard because you just knew how jungkook was gonna get.

"so what is it about?" jungkook asked and now that you think about it, you wished he could just.. not pay attention but.. oh well.

"well, it's basically a question about.. you letting somebody else help your girlfriend separate her perilla leaf-"

"hell nah." jungkook cuts him out of his sentence.

damn.

"wait.." seho's chuckles, "you didn't even let me finish and you're already prohibiting that from happening." finding the situation funny.

you only ironically rolled your eyes with an ironic smile too.

"you make questions knowing well the way he is.." you say but it wasn't annoying.

"what's love if there's not a little spice to it?" he laughs. oh you hated him.

not really. but you know what I mean.

jungkook's just listening until he began to speak with a cocky grin. "do you really think I'll let y/n get feed by another man?" a small scoff of a laugh leaving his mouth, "yeah sure." as he brushes his hair back with both hands.

just laying back on his sofa, casually looking so fine. but this wasn't the time to think about that.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be a man, you know? It's just any other friend." says yoongi.

"whatever, I don't care. I wont allow it."

you chuckle. "mm.. why not?" sounding more curious, but you really wanted to know why he is so against it. "I don't see nothing wrong about sharing food?"

"not this way??"

"exactly?" seho's following just after jungkook.

"you, shut up." you point at seho. - now looking back at jungkook, "what do you mean 'this way'?"

"mm.. babe, this isn't just something you can share, you know?"

"but.. why not?"

both him and seho sigh. but just before they could talk, luckily, the theme dies as soon as yoongi successfully changes the topic to some stupid funny video he saw these days.

the fact that seho knows about jungkook's possessive/jealous behaviours makes this worst. they're like best friends, for god's sake.

after that little moment, not even a single wrinkle of happiness painted on your boyfriend's face but a slight eyebrow furrowing instead and it's just that his reaction to the matter was... priceless.

jungkook had so much to say but so little to think.. completely blinded by the thought of someone feeding his girl, this obviously wasn't going to end here.

..and you both knew it.

when you arrive to your apartment, jungkook didn't wasted any time to continue your conversation and it's just that.. he was so predictable sometimes, or maybe you knew him too well.

"what did you meant about that?" his voice sounds genuinely curious when he closes the door behind you.

"about.. what?" taking off your jacket as you respond, he smacks his lips in annoyance.

"you know what I'm talking aboutㅡ bam, hi" voice suddenly changing into a whisper-y cute tone when he kneels down to kiss his son.

"..hm?" and as he gets up, he takes your hand leading into the living room.

he seats first. tattooed hand giving little soft but strong palms at the other side of the sofa when he motions you to seat beside him.

when you cross your legs, you give yourself just the perfect enough space between him and you just so you don’t get any other contact with his dangerous body 'cause right now this wasn't your sweet, sweet boyfriend at his best. - not that he’ll do something bad to you, but because you were very weak when it came to having him close..

"are we.. really having this conversation?”

blinking many times as if it wasn't obvious, "uh.. yeah??" he answers.

you sigh. "okay." pausing, "shoot."

"do you really not care?"

"about what? food?"

he glances at you.

you exhale. "It's not that I don't care. It's more of me.. thinking it's not that serious."

his mouth drops into a little gasp. "how isn't it that serious? my friend could easily be feeding you.. you."

"so?"

"so???" he feels so offended. "are you really-"

"no, okay, wait. I do care about that. I dont agree about them feeding me. I don't like that either.. what the hell." you confirm because you realize. "what I'm trying to say is, they won't be feeding me."

"how?"

"because they will just help me separate the leafs, silly. they don't necessarily have to give them in my mouth?"

"but most people do. unconsciously."

"you do?"

"yes. and I think you can tell. I always do it with you."

"but that's because we're dating.."

"it's because I like you. romantically, silly." he flicks your head, making you blink.

"of course, so that makes sense!" you say. "I don't think a random friend will-- wait, friends can also do it if they like you.. as a friend?"

"uh-uh” he nods his head. “that doesn't exist when it comes to this food."

"what's so different about this?"

"you really don't know, huh?"

nodding your head, you shrink your shoulders as you keep silent for a few seconds and he crosses both his arms looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“what?” you playfully exclaimed as you’re also confused but jungkook just pushes his hair back once again, taking a big breather followed with an exhale. “babe," you continue, hands cupping his face. “tell me.” as your face gets closer, eyes trying to read his.

"they could touch your lips with the tip of his fingers." he says. big pupils staring at your lips when he’s soon piercing your gaze.

you do notice. butterflies in your stomach, god.

“no, they won't."

"yes they will and I can't let that happen."

you sigh. "babe, is not that big of a deal. you act as if that will make me fall in love with them.” then you pause to say, "which, it would never happen, by the way."

"but you could."

"no, I won't." you affirm.

"yes? you would." but he keeps being stubborn..

"no? I wouldn't?"

you both pause staring at each other and you roll your eyes.

"I still stand with what I said during dinner though." leaning back on his seat, you’re not longer cupping his face.

"honey, me helping your friend or my friend isn't going to change anything."

"you never know.."

"I think you should stop watching too many dramas. their messing with your little head." you playfully say while softly pulling one of his hair strings.

but he rolls his eyes. "how can you say that?" starting his funny drama. "those things definitely doesn't affect the way I think.." he pauses. "but If that was the case, then they'll be totally right because If it happens in dramas it could happen in real life."

"You're delusional.."

"No I'm not?"

"..and you want me to take you seriously?”

“babe.” jungkook warns, voice sharp.

“okay, okay..” you side smile. “I get it.”

“can you listen to me?”

"always."

"you can't.. you can't still do it for him or anybody that isn't me." he’s serious but his voice is so endearing..

taking a deep breath, you rest one hand against your cheek when you look directly into his eyes. "why though?"

"because I say so."

"mm… that still don’t help."

"yeah, it does."

"you can't just give me that answer as your reason why?"

"just did."

you lightly punch his shoulder. "jungkook!"

he laughs.

“you’re being childish right now.” you fake cry.

"okay, okay.." breathing, he goes back to being serious. "either way you still can't help."

rolling your eyes for the 281 time, you annoyingly respond with, "are you going to keep saying that?" pausing. "like is this about you thinking that's how I'll end up falling in love with somebody else? or… what?”

"mm.. yeah?" he's sarcastic. "Isn't it obvious?"

"how is it obvious?" you frown your eyebrows.

"because he'll give you one perilla leaf and you know how.. when somebody can't separate them, sometimes there's have to be another person to help, right?" he breathes as you nod. "well.. that person is, of course, you!" he argues, "and that could make you end up holding hands with him!”

"I- what?" he's unbelievable.

“as soon as I blink!" he continues - pointing at his eyes. "he has already taking you away from me!"

your reaction is.. well, you don’t even know how to react as he says all of this. only thing that could leave your mouth was, "jungkook.. you can't be serious now.."

"well I am?" he’s all pouty and annoying but you needed to make him understand your point of view and that’s all you think when his hands are lightly hitting his own thighs in frustration.

"well, that's ridiculous." now you’re the one leaning back into your side of the sofa.

"It is not?!"

"It is, and it doesn't even makes sense. I won't hold somebody's hand just because they helped me?" you blink several times as something that’s so obvious.

"but- how can you say that? this does makes sense and it can totally happen!"

then pausing, you decide to tease him instead even though you’re still serious. “are you, perhaps.. talking by experience? ..and that's why you're saying this to me?"

"no!” hands brushing his own face in frustration. "that's not why I'm saying this."

"then why you get so mad about it? It doesn't make sense to me. explain how it works because I do not understand and believe me when I say I'm having a hard time trying to." giving up, you give him a good opportunity to make you understand his point of view in full detail but that’s only if he want it though. you weren’t going to force him to do anything.

he was clear of it.

as soon as you said that, jungkook takes a short time of silence to think. rubbing his chin, rubbing his face.. you can clearly see he's really making up his mind for the way he keeps zooming out into his complex mind.

that could be pretty sometimes.

"let’s say.." he quickly nibbles his lip ring as his dimples slightly pronounce more and that's when you confirm for the second time that he wants to make this right. "..you have a friend, a girl friend.” you nod as he speaks. “and she needs help to separate all of her perilla leafs.."

"Aha.." you slowly nod your head.

"would you like it if I help? It'll take a lot of time.." his eyes feel so heavy looking at yours like he really wants you to say what he think is the right answer..

"..yes?"

but your answer is still very.. unbothered and that makes jungkook open his mouth with both hands on his head in a dramatic manner.

"yes???" he’s back to being exalted. “that’s really your answer?” he chuckles but it’s not even a friendly one. more of a sarcastic one.

“I mean.. what do you want me to say?! I just think it’s normal?”

“n-normal?” and there’s that sarcastic grin all over again. “why.”

"because.. it's just food?"

he covers his face in disbelief. "but I'm the one giving it to them.." he pauses. "Isn't it like if I was deeply caring for them? that's why it's wrong! It can look bad."

"not for me.." you look around.

he sighs for the 10th time smacking his lips as he reveals, "babe, you can't help others with perilla leafs because it'll look like you have second intentions with them."

"who said that?" now you're the one rolling your eyes.

jungkook sighs, rubbing his eyes. "it’s something to flirt about.”

“flirt?”

“yeah." he leans his body a little closer to yours, staring at your eyes almost intensely. you felt tension. not a bad one necessarily.

"have you done that?" genuine question.

"no!" he whines with the same pout on his lips. "why do you keep asking me this?”

“genuinely curious.. and you’re saying a lot of things.” you say.

he rolls his eyes. “I know a lot of people that do it..”

“how?”

"well.." he takes one of your hands to caress it while he speaks, "you know how hard they are to separate, right?"

"yeah..?"

"you normally will have to lean closer to that person in order to do so." he pauses. eyes piercing at yours when his voice goes two tones down. "people like closeness."

you nervously clear your throat. "ah.. yeah," immediately changing the direction this was taking— "so.. imagine we're eating on a cute restaurant-“ you fix your posture and jungkook only grins to himself. he has made you feel nervous.

he liked that.

“…with a friend, it doesn't matter if it's a woman or man” he nods, paying attention to your words. “and I can't help like you said.."

“aha..?”

“if I’m minding my business in that situation but my friend needs help, does that mean you’ll be the one helping them?”

"of course not." tone? annoyed and very serious.

"why not?"

"because I don't care if it's a woman or man, I shouldn't be helping anybody that isn't you. MY girlfriend."

that kinda made your stomach flip, let's not lie here.

"but then who'll help them eat?"

"nobody."

"jungkook!" you call him out.

but all he does is shrink his broad shoulders. “what? It's easy! nobody helps them! don't they have arms of their own?" he annoyingly responds.

"but that's so ass. it's not like you're giving them food directly into their mouth?!"

"..and? I still don't care! If I say you shouldn't then you shouldn't."

you raise your eyebrows. “okay boss?”

jungkook exhales, “I'm not saying that. but.. it’s just what's obvious? I can't help either and we're dating."

"..and you're possesive."

"I'm not possessive.

"yes, you are."

"okay, maybe a little but I'm not most of the time."

and that makes you laugh for sure. “see how you shamelessly lie to yourself, gosh.”

now he’s the one raising his eyebrows. “lie? do you want to know what’s a real lie?” he questions.

“yes.” you sarcastically smile.

“the fact that I don’t want to fuck for your stupid answers and the way that I hate how my solution to this has to be to fuck you silly.” then he whispers to himself, “fuck.” really wanting that to happen.

you were frozen, didn’t expected him to say all that. he’s surely crazy too because why did he had to say it while having that nasty smile on his face? why.

“then why don’t you act on it?” you tease back.

“because that’s a “lie”. he smirks, “told you I’ll say a real lie.”

“I hate you.”

“no, you don’t.” he smiles but then, goes back to the main theme. “listen to me, doing that.. I just think it’s thoughtful. like you’re clearly showing you deeply care for that person, you know?” then he pouts, “from my point of view.. we should be the only ones helping each other.. nobody else.”

you sigh. “okay.. I see what you mean. but I still think it depends on how you perceive it though.”

“fine, now you’re the one who needs to explain.” he said that with a slightly annoyed tone that made you chuckle.

“I think you keep seeing it as something romantic and that’s why you can’t accept it.”

“..and you think it’s not?”

“if I considered that to be romantic you think I’ll be reacting this way?”

“…no..”

“there’s your answer.” you smile.

"just.." he exhales. "take care of me and me only, yeah?" plastering his forehead against yours, his palms holds your cheeks ever so delicately when he says, "I will not feel comfortable if you take care of others in that manner when you have me. specially me. your boyfriend." voice so soft while pointing at himself and god, does he was really cute sometimes. "…would you like it if I took care of your friends?"

and at that question you take your time to think.

"I think it depends on the person too, jungkook.."

"why?" he responds as he is genuily curious.

"because.. Imagine if the friend we’re eating with needs help with their perilla but let’s say I’ve eaten that many times with them and everything was always fine,” jungkook nods his head as he carefully listens. “..so in this case, since they’re my friend I know them the most right?”

"yeah."

“but they’re asking for help, your help, when I know they could handle themselves just right..”

“I see where this is going..” there’s a little building smile on jungkooks lips.

“me seeing them acting dumb just so you could help them— of course that’ll make me definitely jealous.”

"you see?!" he suddenly raises his voice in excitement. "that's what I'm saying!" smiling brightly at you.

"but I'll be more mad because of you not noticing this person second intentions!" you defend yourself. "and because my friend must know I'm obviously dating you!"

"but see? you'll still get jealous, and this just meansㅡperilla leafs could lean into romance! you basically said it yourself! It's a way of flirting.." he says, looking very triumphant.

and at his reaction, you just roll your eyes smiling through it because you can't help it at this point.

"yeah..whatever!" you rapidly correct yourself in which he laughs. "all I'm saying is.. that I could only get jealous in circumstances like these because then I'll know this friend is obviously shamelessly flirting with you."

"but I wouldn't be falling in love with them." he says.

then suddenly, being caught off guard, you blink. “meaning… that you’ll help?”

"nope, I still wouldn't." he warmly says. "since I can't be comfortable with you doing it, I have to keep on my word. I can't do things that I wouldn't like someone do to me." then he adds, "and I would not fall in love with them, because I love you." he finishes saying when he plays with your fingers and his eyes tenderly lingers at yours.

"but.. you never know." voice small, you shyly say.

"no, I'm clear of it." affirming with a confident side smile. "I only have eyes for you, love." he says, gently grabbing one of your hands to leave a lingering kiss on top of it when your eyes can’t stop looking at his sweet actions. you do adored him so much..

"shit, I can't even look at other girls if it isn't you. I love you too damn much." he then chuckles when your laugh merges with his.

lovey dovey eyes staring at his.. “I love you too..”

with a smile on your lips, he mirrors your face too.

that night you both ended up fall sleep hugging each other on his big sofa. you thought you couldn’t get more comfortable than this.

the other night though..

“should I fuck you? nah… I don’t think you deserve it.”

you must’ve seen this coming. eager times always results into this. mostly when a jealous jungkook was very much present. you couldn’t believe how you were so easily lured into his words but the more you get to know and see the new sides of your boyfriend, the more you fell in love and the more you get turned on by him.

you couldn’t resist him in situations like these and it’s just that a jealous jungkook wasn’t just something you got to see everyday. he is normally pretty chill, but whenever he wasn’t.. oh boy.

…you whine with that. "Jungkook.."

"Jungkook, what? now you wanna beg?" a smug grin paints his lips.

you whine as you try to squeeze your legs.

"mm-uh." he opens your legs once again. "don't even dare to take this view away from me."

"but I'm so wet.."

"I know baby. but I can't fuck you if you keep playing around when I'm so serious." he pauses and gives you a hungry daring stare. "dead serious."

"I won't let anyone else fuck me if it isn't you."

"are you sure about that?"

"one hundred percent."

"No lies?"

"No lies."

and he smiles when a finger slides through your clit up and down teasing on it. "torturing you is like torturing me.." he sighs. "fucking wet." licking his lips. "want to eat you again."

"no," you fake cry still feeling his now, moist fingers. "fuck me. I want you to fuck me."

"is that so?"

"eunggg"

“you will have to keep waiting then.” he smirks before going down on you all over again.

"fuck, I love eating your pussy so much. always so wet and greedy for me." his voice’s raspy when he spits on it, just adding more into your dripping pussy. "I love making a mess out of you." he groans.

his tongue rapidly moves up and down as he adds a certain weight on it that makes you want to scream your lungs out. - making out with your clit, one finger slides caressing your folds very teasingly.

"jungkook.." you cry.

"what, baby?" he lowly breathes, eating your cunt still. just this time looking up at you.

when you look down the sight is just so fucking hot. your hands hold onto his hair as he gives you those puppy but very dominant eyes. he loves teasing you like this. he knows how much you love when he treats you like this.

"babe.." your hips thrust into his mouth. as you expose your neck to him.

jungkook leaves a slow kiss into your clit very sensually. "fuck.." he sighs as your arousal mixed with his saliva, dripped down your ass. your pussy pulsating and clenching like crazy. "what do you want?" voice raspy.

"fucking make me cum, babe. please" you whine, trying to touch your clit with your fingers the moment jungkook stopped eating you. - he takes his hands off you.

"not yet baby.. can't let you cum just yet." he sensually and very much needy bites his lower lip. piercing just shining. him very full of desire, just wanted to slide his hard dick along your wet folds. he wanting to feel you coating his length. make a mess out of you, make you beg for him to get fucked - to want him to destroy you. he wanted you to be left thinking about him only, to let you know how you were his and his only even though he was pretty sure he couldn't claim a person, neither you. but he still very much wanted to. he wanted you to scream you were his and his only. he wanted to have you whole. he also wanted to punish you for ever thinking about having help for someone else but him. is not like nobody could help you but why would you ask or need another person's help when he was right there? it made no fucking sense.

he could be seems as calm and collected from outside but his want and need into wanting to ruin you, begging for him until his name could be marked onto your skin were just fucking growing so much. he wished he could just have you like this forever.

"you make me fucking crazy. I shouldn't even be treating you like this. I should let your fucking pussy scream for me. be left untouched until it's begging for me to be touched." he murmurs, palming himself with one hand as his other one rest on your thight and his legs keep yours spread out enough to feel every blow of breeze as he constantly slaps his dick on your clit from time to time and the sticky sounds going in and out of his head made him want to devour you and swallow you whole. he felt feral, his point of possessiveness getting the best of him but fuck, you deserved this. he needed to show you to fucking behave and not say that stupid shit in front of him -or anyone- ever again. It shouldn't even be a topic of conversation at this point. It should be obvious too.

so that's why he's sliding his thick length along your slit and juices, hissing and cursing to himself a lot - closing his eyes every now and then because his desire into fucking your sopping pussy was getting into him.

"I fucking want you all to myselfㅡfuck." he moans. "I can't let nobody else see you like this." he then exhales, tilting his head back while closing his eyes. "only me.. fuck."

"I want to fuck you so bad but you don't deserve it." he tortures himself.

you cry and move your hips along him for more friction and it's so sticky between both your genitals, you feel so horny for him.

"why do you do this to me.." his lidded eyes gazes at you. "..hm?" he slaps one of your thighs. "you want me to fuck you stupid?" he takes both your legs, placing them at the side of his shoulders. "Is that what you want?" he pants, voice heavy and gone while he continues teasing his tip between your folds. "fffuck.. tell me - baby.. do you want me to fuck you so bad?"

"nngn yes.." you cry, feeling very hot and needy for him. your hips keep moving with tip and the feeling was so hot.. you were so wet it was an absolute mess down there. "babyㅡfuck. fuck me please.. fuck me." you beg.

"tell me how bad you want me to." he watches as his dick masturbates along your legs. he starts slow, later on hard when he's already starting moving his dick back and forth, pressing a bit hard on your pussy between your folds. "should I let you have it?" he scoff clicking his lips and a grin playing along. his legs also getting sticky with your arousal. "I don't think so.." he teases.

"baby please.." you arch your back, body distorting, nipples very much erect, your own hand squeezed your boob. shit, you wanted him so fucking bad. "I won'tㅡah. I won't do that again." you look at him with pleading doe eyes.

"do what?" he dares. eyes cloudy as he glances at his tip rubbing against your needy pulsating clitoris.

"ask stupid questions like that ever again." you moan as you try to open your legs but he keeps them close to his neck, adding more pressure to his dick. breathing hard.

"stupid, huh?" he rasps, chuckling a little about it. lidded eyes piercing at you. his tip moving a little more sensual and faster along your clitoris. He gives small slaps to it while he slides his tip.

It feels so good.

"mhmh-" you feel like crying, the pleasure only rising.

his cocky laugh resonating through your whole body.

"wish you’ve said that earlier.." he whispers. "because then I wouldn't be fucking losing my mind right now." pausing. "you're mine okay?" he says while introducing himself into your needy hole.

the moment he introduces himself, you’re squeezing him so hard he can barely fully put his dick in. "fuckㅡbaby, relax." jungkook opens his mouth into a gasp. "do you want me to cum now?" breathing heavier.

“nno.. but you feel so goood.” you swallow your words when you feel the leaks of your pussy. jungkook is the only person that has ever made you feel this horny.

“fuck.. baby.. how am I so lucky?” he said that one last thing more to himself than you.

after not taking it anymore he makes you ride him instead. “jump on me.” and you do. “fuck yeah, nice and hard baby.. so good..” as he holds your waist with his big hands.

eyes looking up and down your body it was as if he was admiring you. the woman he has in front of him. the perfect sculpture ever made, the hottest girl he has ever crossed his heart and eyes into. it was getting a lot so his natural reaction was to delicately examine each part of your body like how his hands fit so perfectly into your waist, they way your vagina swallowed him just right.. how wet you always were for him.. just the fact that you wanted him just as much as he wants you makes him crazy. the way you close your eyes with each jump or bite your lips giving him that pretty nasty look with a side fucked out smile he loves so much.. you were so sensual, he absolutely loved that.

“I love you so much.” he says before leaning your body against his just so he could start fucking you back and that made you scream.

“agh! mmfuck”

he was going sort of fast and deep just how you like it. the way you could feel his breathing against your neck made your nipples get harder but also because of the little rubs in had with his chest. you tried putting your boobs on his face which was a success so jungkook started to lick them or tried to because he was fucking you so fast now it was getting messy.

“I want to cum.” you say as you’re getting close.

“don’t cum like this.” he answers when he’s already flipping you stomach down, ass up. “let me see that pussy swallow my cum.” when he slaps your ass making you arch your back.

“fuck.”

you closed your legs and leaning your chest into the bed. this position making you hold your boyfriends dick a bit tighter.

he exhales with a ‘ho’ sound when he slaps your ass once again. “you just get better, hm baby?”

damn it he sounds so fucked out.

you felt so full you couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m gonna cum!”

“fucking do it, I can’t wait neither.”

as soon as you do he starts fucking you with paused but hard and deep thrusts. your legs were shaking, it’s like he knows exactly how to get you over it. when he cums inside you, the sight of it was what made him more crazy.

“swallowing my cum just right, huh? fuck..” he squishes your ass to the point it leaves a red stain. “how you’re still so deliciously tight….”

and without noticing, you were horny once again..

if you were going to tell everything that happened that night.. you’re sure you wouldn’t handle to finish with just a few paragraphs but you could guarantee that everything that happened was worth enough to let anybody with more than their mouth open..

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Lips anon! Girlll you got me blushing hot like a tomato. Got me curling my toes lol

The way you write possessive Miguel is 😩 😩 😩

Pfftt imagine the morning after, she can't get out of bed. Got Miguel taking care of the kids for a day and nonstop questions from Gabi about what's wrong with mommy lol

"I thought I heard her crying last night. She sounded hurt :("

Miguel chokes lol

🤭🤭 Kinda tempts me to write something like... Hate sex 👀👀 with a Villain! Reader jsksk.

And OMG 😂😂 I can already picture this lol

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At every turn you gave, your muscles screamed in protest. Laying on your back seemed the least of painful of positions to sleep. You didn't know what took over Miguel last night, not that you complained though, with everything happening you were lucky to shill manage in each other's pants without the kids interrupting.

He had woken up, smile on his face, relaxed. Contrary to you, sore, spent, a bird nest of a hair. He pulled you closer, hoarding you like a treasure. His strength was something that always amazed you. You hissed in discomfort, he kissed your cheek.

"Buenos días, chula." (Morning beautiful)

You grunted and rested your head on his solid yet warm chest. He chuckled and caressed your hair

"You feeling good?"

"I'm so not going out of bed."

"I'll get the kids. Worthed it? "

"Every bit of it." you smirked and rested on his chest for a little before the sounds of Benjamin's cries made him to slid off the bed and get dressed.

"I'll make it up to you ok? Just rest. " He kissed your forehead and let you recover.

Your hips ached, every bendable joint you had, popped as you stretched across the bed. Sleepiness taking over you, a goofy smile on your face. You'd gladly accept the consequences of teasing him too much again.

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"Papa?" Gabi would sit on the dining table, eggs, refried beans, some sausages and tortillas were served on her plate.

"Hm?" He'd put Benjamin on his chair, a bottle of mashed pear puree on hand and a spoon on the other.

"Is Mama ok?"

"Is something wrong? He fed Benji a spoonful of his favorite puree as his tiny hand tried to take a hold of the spoon.

"Is she sick?"

"No, Solecito. She just wanted to sleep a bit more."

"Why was she crying last night?" Miguel blinked at her and Benjamin grabbed the spoon, splattering pear puree on his face with a bubbly squeal

"What-"

"She sounded hurt and you were angry" Heat would spread on his face as he wiped the food away

"Were you fighting again?" He shook his head, tingle of pink in his ears as he pried the spoon away from Benjamin.

"N-No, Solecito, we were... discussing a movie. You know how Mama cries with movies"

Gabi just nodded and indulged in her food. He saved you some for later, mentally slapping himself for the ridiculous excuse he just made up.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #wife reader #💋 anon #t writes✨#gabi o'hara #soccer family ⚽🕷️

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suguru-getos · 6 months

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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 22﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Event Masterlist

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader -> Daddy Kink

A/N: I am fucking screaming I dunno why I made this soo fluffy!!! *Pulls all my hair out* 🥹😩😩 I love this man I love this man I LOVE THIS MAN!! 🦋🩵🩵

Summary: Good ol’ waking next to Satoru over the weekend & him being obsessed with making love to you & him being obsessed with you <3

Warnings: Reader addresses him as ‘Daddy’, he also uses third person pronouns, nipple-play, missonary, breeding undertones, FLUFF!

The calm undertones of the weekend laid down your anxieties and your everyday hustle and bustle into slumber. Oh how good it feels to sleep in, to have your titan personified husband wrap his bounder like leg around you, rendering you immobile. You couldn’t possibly budge with the way Satoru’s hands are wrapped below your breasts and how he’s snuggling to his little spoon — you.

You, however, have other plans. You’re tired of sleeping in now, body demanding some movement & in an eager brawl to freshen up. Satoru seems still peacefully lulled by slumber. You’d almost feel bad waking him up… but, hey! You want to pee!

“Satoru! Good morning.” You started slow, leaning in against him, kissing his forehead, kissing his cheek. “Good morning, Daddy.” You repeated, and your ethereal, god-alike looking & power holding man stirred, brows furrowed. “Mm, morning Little one.” He cooes, pulling you closer & plush against his chest. Oh he smells divine—

“Let me go.” You chuckled, biting your lip and ruffling his hair. “Gotta freshen up, then I promise I’d be back.” You baited him, while he only responded with a groan, not in any mood of letting you go.

“Satoru, I want to leave I need to freh-shen up.” You cackled when he leaned in even more, oh if he could he’d possibly get physically under your skin. Satoru Gojo is the God of clinginess. After a few minutes of you pleading, playfully threatening & begging again… he let you go.

You didn’t take much time, but when you returned, there was your favorite iced-coffee placed on the bedside table. Satoru dressed in his grey joggers, shirtless, and also looking awake. “Good morning Princess.” He beamed with a tender smile.

Strides covering the distance between you two, he pulled you closer by your wrist, letting you collide against his muscular chest, leaning in adorably so — thanks to the height difference and kissing you softly. His lips wrapped around yours, a relaxed, tranquil humming echoing in the room.

When your lips parted, a string of saliva connecting them, Satoru leaned in, whispering. “How about some good ol’ morning sex?” You blinked, biting your lip at the bombshell of the offer. “Mhm,” you hummed your approval, and Satoru happily grinned, mirroring a small kid when given his favorite candy.

His hand wrapped around your throat, pressing the sides of it carefully, just enough to make you a little dizzy from the stopped blood flow. “Good girl, good little girl.” He praised, letting you lay down on the plush mattress on your back. Satoru was tender to you, both verbally and physically. However, not to your clothes. The sound of fabric ripping greeted your ears, impatience— after all.

You palmed his crotch, looking at him doe-eyed. “I love you, Daddy.”

“Gosh I love you too, Princess.” He blushes like a highschooler, leaning in and suckling onto your nipples, perking them up, while the other one was given attention by his hands.

You gasped, once the touch was registered by your body, the familiar touch of your lover seeping right through your core. “Mm…” you hummed, whimpering out and grinding against him for more.

“Such a greedy, greedy little girl.” Satoru teased, while you responded with batted lashes. “All for you Daddy.”

His fingers dipped into your inviting cunt; the ache soothing into pleasure when he began moving, giving your breasts much needed love. A little aggressive sometimes as he laid hickeys onto your under boob. “Mine, all mine.” A carnal groan reminded you of the intensity of his feelings, while you nodded. “All yours, always.” You soothed his rising catastrophe of claiming you.

“I want you, so bad!” You whimpered in need, clamping around his fingers. Satoru smiled, nodding. “Of course Cupcake, I belong to you and I’m gonna give it to you.” Satoru hummed, as if you also, owned him in the same animalistic way he deems ownership over you. It was cathartic.

Spreading your pussy lips, feeling his cock-head and leaky tip mingle with your essence, Satoru thrusted himself inside you, groaning at the feeling of your juices lubricating his cock. “Such- a- warm cunt. Perfect for knocking you up.” Satoru’s words poured out absolute filth, and you whimpered at them.

His thrusts began, hands intertwined with yours, leaning in kissing your lips, kissing your collarbone, marking you with hickeys & watching you squirm under the pressure of his weight & his drilling into your perfect pussy.

“Ah- hmm. Gonna- cum.” You whimpered, moaning out and twitching inside. Satoru was close too, heavy panting echoing throughout the shared bedroom. “You better, cause Daddy’s close too.” Oh it drives you off the edge when he refers to himself in third-person. Satoru’s tactic of regressing you is referring to himself in third person— and it works brilliantly.

‘Let Daddy handle it.’

‘Oh no you’re too little to be doing that, let Daddy take care of that’

‘Do you think it’s fair to Daddy when you brat?’

‘Why do you think Daddy’s being mean?’

‘Daddy loves it Princess’

You tipped off the edge, wrecked and shaky like a dried leaf with your brutal orgasm, feeling the waves of pleasure through the very soles of your feet. Satoru’s thrusts were also sloppy, needy & eventually he was defeated by his own high, convulsing inside you & painting your warmth with his seed.

“Don’t let any of it escape or Daddy’ll be testy.” He raised a brow, leaning in and kissing your forehead deeply. You nodded like a bobble-head, too dumbed down by the orgasm & regressed in the safety of your lover.

“Good little Princess.”

#gojo satoru #gojo smut #gojo thirst #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #JJk smut #jjk thirst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen thirst #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader smut #gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader thirst #jjk kinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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sopebubbles · 9 months

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Master List

Twelve

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: Yoongi takes you on a date

Warnings: slight angst (mostly talking about her past), mentions of past abuse, homelessness, fear of abandonment

Honestly yall its a lot of yoongi and oc being freakin soft 😩

Yoongi was only slightly disappointed to find you awake and making breakfast with Hobi in the kitchen when he came in after eight in the morning. He'd kind of been hoping to be able to take a peek at you in your nest, just to see for himself that you were as safe and cozy as his other omega had promised (many times) that you were last night. Although he hadn't been gripped by the same agonizing fear he had known for the month you were gone, he still hated being away from you so long last night, and he'd texted both Jimin and Hoseok multiple times last to assuage his anxiety (and his guilt). They'd promised him that you had nested just fine, had eaten well and seemed perfectly happy with Jimin's company before peacefully going to sleep. It was cute just how much he worried about the details.

"Yoongi!" You said his name brightly when you saw him and rushed over to give him a hug. You were too energized from a good night's sleep and the cup of fresh squeezed orange juice Taehyung gave you to be self conscious about it. You didn't seem to notice the flour on your cheek until Yoongi brushed it off with a smile. "Oh sorry. I'm probably getting you dirty," you said as you tried to pull away. He held you close.

"I don't mind. Good morning," he hummed as he rubbed his chin over the top of your head.

"M-morning." Yoongi's arms tightening around you turned to jelly when you'd been solid only moments ago.

How can he be so warm? He must be tired and hungry.

"Can I get you some pancakes?" You offered, and he finally loosened his hold.

"Only if you eat some with me. Have you eaten yet?"

You shook your head. "But I need to help Hobi."

The omega waved a hand at you without looking back. "I can handle it. If your alpha says eat, then it's time to eat. Which you know. She kept saying she didn't want to eat until you got here," he added just to make you squirm. A small whine escaped your throat, drawing the attention of all the men, whether they intended to look your way or not. "Careful, girl. Your whines have power here," Hobi smirked as he set two plates in front of you and Yoongi on the counter.

You sat down and ate quietly for a few minutes while Yoongi tried and failed to pretend he was paying more attention to the food than to you. Jin and Jungkook were laying on the couch, nearly falling back asleep after stuffing themselves before anyone else got up. Jimin had gotten up to take your place helping Hobi while Taehyung and Namjoon sat at the table sharing the newspaper.

"What do you want to do today?" Yoongi asked after several minutes.

You swallowed and cleared your throat. "I have to work later."

Yoongi's fork froze halfway to his mouth. "What? why?"

You shrugged. "I work Saturdays."

"You work six hours a day, six days a week?" You nodded. "That's too much."

"I-I thought you d-didn't mind me working…"

Screwed it up already. Now you'll see how he really feels. The pancakes in your stomach turned to lead.

Yoongi could see you getting nervous, watched you grow even smaller. "No. No, I don't," he managed, forcing his voice to be calm. "I don't mind you working if it's what you want. But that's a lot. Thirty-six hours is almost full time but no benefits. That just seems…sketchy."

You tilted your head at him. "What do you mean?"

"Just that it seems like your employer is taking advantage of you. Do you get any benefits?"

"Well, I get heat leave."

"But what about health insurance? Vacation? Extended sick leave? What if you get pregnant?" Yoongi could feel all the air leave the room and wished he could take the words back.

You shook you head and spoke softly, "Yoongi, I'm not–"

"I know. I didn't mean that. I'm an idiot. I swear I didn't mean it like that. I'm just saying, those are things you'd expect in a full-time job."

You shrugged. "It's not like I have a lot of options, Yoongi."

"I know," he sighed. "I just want you to be treated fairly."

You stood from your stool and walked toward the stairs. "People like me don't get treated fairly."

Yoongi got up and followed you, catching your arm as gently as he could. "I'm sorry. For what I said and how I said it. I know that you've been doing the best you could, and I have no right to judge that. Everything is okay." His hand laid hot against your neck, thumb stroking just the bottom edge of your scent gland. When he felt your shoulders relax, so did his. "Come finish your breakfast, and when you're ready I'll take you to work."

You turned worried eyes up at him. "You worked so hard, alpha. You must be tired. I'll finish, but then you need to go to sleep. Jimin and Tae will take me."

The corners of Yoongi's mouth turned up in a placating smile. "Okay."

He watched you walk back to your seat at the counter and pick up your fork, ignoring the eyes of the others as he joined you. He wanted to talk it through with you more, but he wasn't going to make you do it in front of everyone, and he didn't want to get into an argument before you went to work all day. Instead, he asked you how your night was and what you did the day before, and you plastered on a smile that slowly became more natural while you told him all about nesting and your newfound love of pillows.

When you'd both finished eating, you took your plates and washed them along with the others, no matter what Hobi said. You couldn't sit down and relax now. Doing so would only create nervous energy you wouldn't be able to dispel. You'd have to spend the rest of your day in motion. Yoongi followed you again when you went up the stairs to change for work, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't a little annoying.

At the top of the stairs you turned to look at him. "Are you going to follow me around all day?" You snapped.

Yoongi took a step back. He honestly didn't even realize how close he was. "I'm sorry. I wasn't intending to." He rubbed a hand over his eyes and you could see how tired he was.

You crossed your arms over your chest. "What are you doing?"

He sighed. "I was going to sleep like you'd suggested. I think I was following you because…"

He wants to sleep in my nest.

The realization dawned on both of you. "It's not time yet," you said softly, but eased your defensive stance.

Yoongi met your eyes with equal tenderness and smiled a little. "Yet?"

"Yet," you confirmed.

Somehow the idea that there was a future nest he would be invited into was enough for him. "That's alright."

You turned on your heel to walk to your room, but he called you back. "Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?"

"A date?"

"Yeah. If you don't have any plans."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Why?"

He chuckled. "Well, I told you we could date as part of our courtship, and I would like to get to know you better."

"But…" you looked at him with an expression of such utter confusion that he wished he had a camera to document it.

"But what?"

"I just…I don't want you to force yourself to take me on a date if you aren't attracted to me."

It was Yoongi's turn to be utterly lost. "Whatever gave you the idea that I'm not attracted to you? I'm your alpha."

"Yeah, I know, but I feel like you're just doing this, taking me in because you want to protect me, because I'm so helpless and pathetic. And you were so cool about not breeding me. Plus you have all the guys, and so I just guessed you weren't thinking of me that way." You wilted under Yoongi's amused gaze.

He snorted. "Princess, I do want to protect you because you are incredibly vulnerable, but that doesn't change my attraction to you one bit. And there's a whole world of intimacy between protecting you and breeding you. It's vast and we should go slow, but a date is a good start. That is, unless you aren't attracted to me."

Blood rushed to your face as you felt put on the spot. What kind of omega wouldn't be attracted to the alpha he was? What person wouldn't fall for his gentle, caring demeanor? But you couldn't possibly admit to it.

Yoongi stepped closer to mark the top of your head with his scent. The embrace only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away, but it still left you weak in the knees.

"I don't have anything to wear."

Yoongi shrugged. "It will be very casual. No one will see you but me. You can wear pajamas for all I care. Bonus points if you wear one of my hoodies."

You smiled at that thought. "Okay then."

"Good. Then I'll see you tonight," he told you before he turned and went into the pack bedroom to sleep.

Yoongi was pleasantly surprised to find an apple-scented pillow in his usual spot and let himself enjoy it for a few minutes before his memory from last night came back to him.

He had brought a patient to the emergency room of the hospital he had brought your ex-alpha to a few nights ago. After they filled out some paperwork, Yoongi and his partner took a break. His motivation was unclear, even at the time, but he found out what room the alpha was staying in from a nurse that liked to talk to him whenever she got the chance. She told him that he was still in the ICU, but that he was in a coma, and hadn't woken up since the night he was brought in. When he found the room, there was a woman inside. A tall redhead, an alpha as well, if Yoongi wasn't mistaken, so he steered clear, but it had stuck with him the rest of the night.

When he heard you, Jimin and Taehyung leave the house, Yoongi got out of bed and went to the living room where Jin and Jungkook were still on the couch.

"Is everything okay, Yoongi?" Jin asked when the alpha only stood over them without saying a word.

"I need to ask you some questions. Legal questions," he clarified and sat on the coffee table opposite them.

"What's on your mind, hyung?" Jungkook sat up to give him his full attention.

"I found out last night that her ex-alpha–"

"His name is Sebastián," Jungkook added.

Yoongi growled. "He's in a coma. And I just need to know what's going to happen to her if he never wakes up. And I guess, what happens if he does?"

Jin sat up and shared a look with Jungkook before he spoke. "If he doesn't wake up, there would most likely be a grand jury investigation, which would determine who, if anyone, was responsible for his death."

"In that case, the blame would likely fall on the driver, since she has already been charged with drunk driving. It would be manslaughter," Jungkook added.

"But she said she pushed him, in her statement. That won't matter?"

Jin shook his head doubtfully. "She could get charged, but in my experience, if you put that girl in front of any judge or jury, there's no way they wouldn't chalk it up to self defense. If he does survive, it wouldn't even make sense to press charges for assault. He wouldn't look very sympathetic. But whether or not she's charged criminally, if he dies, his family could bring a wrongful death suit to civil court. But again, it will be hard to make her look like a perpetrator, especially since they're both Lykos."

"You seem confident that she'll be okay?"

"I am," Jin assured him.

"But what if she had a motive?" Yoongi worried.

"You mean because they knew each other?" Yoongi nodded. Jin thought it over, rubbing his finger along his lower lip. "The prosecution would have to prove she meant to push him into traffic and not just to get him off of her. In that case, she'd just need to be coached not to take the bait."

"Could you do it? Would you take the case? If it came to that, I mean." Yoongi didn't know any other lawyers, and he certainly didn't know any he thought he could trust with something like this more than Jin.

He must have been able to read that emotion in Yoongi's eyes because Jin nodded. He wouldn't take that trust for granted again. "If she needs me to, of course, Yoongi. I'll do anything for you."

You were surprised when Yoongi said he was taking you to a drive in theater. You'd hardly been to any movie theaters at all in your life, and never a drive-in, but you liked the idea of it. There were lots of benefits to it. You got to go out to a public place, but sitting in his car was relatively private. The movie removed the pressure to make conversation, but on the other hand, if the movie wasn't very interesting, you could talk through it without disturbing anyone else. It was really a perfect idea for a first date.

He'd urged you to take a nap when you got home since the movie wouldn't start until later, and you were glad you'd taken his advice. You didn't have much to choose from when it came to clothing options, so you simply put on a clean pair of jeans and the mustard yellow hoodie he had loaned you a few days ago. Yoongi seemed pleased enough with your ensemble, repeating his compliment of how nice you looked in that color. He wasn't dressed up at all either, wearing a pair of ordinary jeans and a baggy long sleeve shirt. You wouldn't know it because he wouldn't say such a thing, but there wasn't anything you could wear that would look more appealing to him than his own clothes, because they made you look like you were his. He beamed at you when you came down the stairs to leave with him.

"Do I look okay?" You whispered to Hoseok.

He pinched your cheek. "You look adorable. He loves it. Believe me." He winked at Yoongi over your head and the alpha held out his hand to take you to the car. "Don't come home too early," he instructed as you went out the door together.

Once you got settled in the front seat, Yoongi cleared his throat before he started the engine. "This is for you," he said as he handed you a brand new Samsung phone.

"Oh, I–"

"Before you say you don't need it, just consider that it's for me. I want you to make sure that you have it with you and it's on all the time. I told you that it's important for me to know where you are, so I can keep you safe, so you need a phone. And don't worry, it's not like the newest model or anything. Besides, remember you're agreed to let me provide for you. So just accept it. It has all of the pack's numbers saved already, in case you ever need one of them, and they all have your number already. I'm your emergency contact," he rambled.

Instead of offering any protest you smiled softly and unbuckled your seat belt to lean over and kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you, alpha," you said before you leaned back into your spot. You may have wanted to refuse, but he was right, it was for him and not you, not really. If he needed you to carry this thing around in order to feel more secure, that shouldn't be hard for you.

You weren't prepared for more gifts when you got to the drive-in. When you found a spot to park, Yoongi told you to wait while he got out of the car and went to the trunk. You looked anxiously through the back window, but couldn't see anything that gave away what he was doing. Eventually he pushed a large gift bag and picnic basket through his open car door before he joined you again.

"What's all this?" You wondered, looking at the tissue paper sticking out of the huge bag at your eye level.

"Why don't you open it and see?" He teased.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you got up on your knees to be able to look over the bag, but your scrutiny only made him smile. Pulling out the paper piece by piece revealed two soft round pillows inside, one lavender and one orange.

"I figured you needed some pillows for your nest. I thought these could remind you of me and Jiminie."

Your cheeks and your eyes burned as you pulled out the two pillows, almost ball-like except for how plush they were. They squeezed nicely in your arms when you held them to your chest.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Yoongi asked, beginning to feel nervous when you didn't say anything.

You buried your head in them to hide your wet eyes. "They're perfect." Your words were muffled, but they still warmed Yoongi's heart. When you collected yourself, you placed the pillows safely back in the bag and set it aside. "What's in the basket?"

"Oh, I asked Hobi to put together some snacks for us. But if there are any other treats you want, I'll go get something from the concession stand." Yoongi opened the top of the basket and you both reached for the box of raisinets at the same time. You whispered an apology while Yoongi plucked them out. He opened the box and handed it to you. "I'm going to go get some popcorn. Do you have a drink preference?"

You shook your head and he got out once again to go get more snacks. You shoved a few raisinets into your mouth and put the rest away. Then you pulled out the soft orange pillow from the gift bag at your feet and held it close again. You wondered if he'd already scented it, or if it was your imagination that applied the orange aroma.

The longer he was gone, your mind began to wander. It was hard not to think about all the first things you were experiencing lately. Your very first completely safe, self- made nest, your first drive-in movie, your first date. It had felt like you'd been living for years, in the most raw way possible, but maybe all you'd done was survive, and only barely. These new things seemed so small and insignificant to you when they were only abstract ideas, things you would live without because you didn't need them to survive, but now they felt monumentally important as each one carved a memory in your heart. And each one was available to you only because of Yoongi.

The man at the center of your thoughts broke through them when he returned several minutes later carrying a large bucket of popcorn, which he handed to you, and a large coke that he balanced on the dashboard.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, taking in your expression, which remained pensive as he settled into his seat.

You forced a smile, not because you weren't feeling it, but because it wasn't a thing you were accustomed to showing. "I'm fine. I…" you searched for something to say that would take you away from your thoughts. "I didn't even ask what we were seeing."

Yoongi chuckled at himself. "Oh. Yeah. It's actually a horror movie. I was actually hoping we could see the comedy that's playing on the other screen, but it was sold out, so this one was left. But if you don't like horror movies, I was thinking we could just sit and talk. Or we could leave. Or if we're really bored we could turn on the radio station for the comedy and watch it with the horror scenes."

You laughed at his ridiculous idea, but thought it actually sounded kind of fun. "Well, I do like horror movies, but option three also sounds interesting," you admitted with a smile that almost stopped his heart.

Yoongi cleared his throat as he looked out the window. "There's still like twenty or thirty minutes before the sun sets and the movie starts. Maybe we can still talk?"

You began to get the feeling that this was what he actually wanted to begin with. He had said he wanted to get to know you, and you supposed he had a right to know the person he was taking in, but at the same time you didn't want to overwhelm him with all of your baggage, at least not in one night.

"What do you want to talk about?" You hedged, shoving a kernel of popcorn past your lips.

"Well, I just really want to know more about you, but I don't want to be unfair, so you can ask me anything you want to," he offered, turning in his seat to look at you.

"I don't know what I could tell you that Jungkook hasn't already. I mean, he must have run a background check on me, right? And he would have told you before he let you take me home?"

Yoongi shook his head. "Jungkook hasn't really said much, actually. I mean, yeah, we do know about, um, where you were before you came to the city," he said diplomatically.

"You mean jail?" You asked provocatively. "You can say it. Unless it makes you uncomfortable, which I understand." You knew you shouldn't be getting your hackles up with him. He approached the subject gently and here you were, striking back with your claws out like the alley cat that you were. You closed your eyes to try to calm your racing heart.

He placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, it's okay. I'm not judging you. No one in the pack is, either. You're not the only person to get arrested, you know."

You opened your eyes and looked at him incredulously. "Have you been arrested?"

Yoongi nodded his head. "When I was sixteen. A friend and I stole his uncle's car and went for a joy ride. I was just a passenger, and I hadn't presented yet. They dropped the charges."

"Wow, grand theft auto," you chuckled and he did too.

"My point is, we all have a past. I mean, some of us more than others, but you're not the only one."

You eyed him uncertainly. "Did he tell you what I was arrested for? I wasn't just arrested Yoongi. I spent six months in county."

Yoongi nodded. "I know, but I'm not judging you for what you had to do."

You shook your head with a wry laugh. "That's the thing. I didn't do it. I mean yeah, she made me go out there, but I promise you I didn't sell my body. Honest. That was my first night. I may have been naive, but I'm not an idiot. The first guy I talked to was a cop, and I knew it. I could spot him easy, so I offered myself up and I let him arrest me. And when they charged me, I pleaded guilty. Do you know why?" Yoongi shook his head, dark eyes locked on yours. "Because going to jail was better than going back to my alphas."

Yoongi kept his face neutral despite the anger he felt bubbling below the surface of his skin. He'd never ever question your decision, but he would always feel angry that your situation was so bad that jail seemed like a viable alternative for you.

"You said alphas?" He questioned when he managed to speak.

"Two of them," you said with a nod.

"And one of them was female?"

"Yeah, they were husband and wife."

"How did you meet them? I mean…he's so much older."

You grabbed the coke from the dashboard and took a long drink to clear the lump in your throat. Yoongi's eyes never left you, but you tried to ignore him. "I met her first. I was on the streets. I was almost seventeen by then, but I'd been on my own for months. She just started talking to me one day when she was volunteering at a soup kitchen…offered me a place to stay. And I was desperate enough to not question it."

"So she just…took you in off the streets?" You nodded. "And then what?" He asked as if your story was the one he had bought a ticket for tonight.

"And then…and then everything seemed normal for like a week. They just seemed like a regular couple. They had a spare room and they needed help around the house, so I would clean and take care of the house in exchange for living there. It was several days before I realized they actually wouldn't let me leave. I hadn't really been on heat suppressants yet, and when that time came around I found out that the real reason they wanted me was because they wanted babies. They couldn't have any on their own, so they would use me. Like some fucked up puppy mill," you choked out.

Yoongi reached over to pat your back, but you flinched away from him, and he could understand that you wanted your space after such a revelation. He took his hand back and tried to think of something to say when all he wanted to do was rage on your behalf. But he knew it wouldn't do you any good. "It makes sense that you were so frightened when two other strangers took you off the street. You must have been very scared."

You looked him straight in the eyes. "It's only been a few days. Shouldn't I still be scared?"

It wounded Yoongi deeply that you felt that way, but he could hardly blame you. He knew it wasn't about him exactly. "I'm sorry. I know there isn't really anything I could say to reassure you that you're safe with me but–"

"It's okay, Yoongi. I do feel safe with you. It's different. The way I feel when I think about you. When I'm near you…I feel safe but…" you looked out at the narrowing strip of pink sky to your left.

"But what?"

"I've been taken in so many times when I think I'm at my lowest. When I was abandoned as a baby, when I met those other alphas, when Eli came to play big brother. And never, never has any of it actually made me safe."

"I hope–" Yoongi could feel the tears at his water line, but they would stay there. He bit his lip and looked away as well. "I hope you'll stay long enough to know that you will be safe in our home."

You looked back at him finally and noticed the collar of his unbuttoned button-down shirt was crooked. Reaching over to straighten it, you assured him, "as long as you keep it safe for me, I won't have anywhere else to go."

Yoongi took your wrist gently before you had the chance to pull away from him. With his fingertips against your pulse point, he could feel the strong, steady beat of your heart, not high enough to be panicking, but still a little anxious. "I will do everything I can to make you feel safe," he promised.

Before you could make any kind of response, the lights over the parking lot shut off and images began to play on the screen in front of you. Without another word, Yoongi released you in order to fiddle with the radio, tuning it to the right station for your movie. You both settled back into the seat, facing the screen, with a mountain of snacks in between you. You each tried your best to focus on the movie, but you could feel it every time his eyes slid toward you as he watched your profile instead of the characters on screen. Every time you turned to look at him he recentered his attention, but he was fooling no one. Several times your hands brushed when you both reached into the popcorn for a salty snack, and he would chuckle awkwardly before pulling away.

You both tried to focus on the movie, but the truth was that it did nothing to hold your attention, not with Yoongi right beside you.

"There's something I don't understand," you said abruptly, causing Yoongi to look quickly between you and the huge screen. The movie had been pretty straight forward, to the point of being pretty boring.

"What?"

"Why do you like me? Why me?" Yoongi laughed openly while you pouted. You pulled your feet under you and turned to face him straight on, giving up any pretense of watching the movie. "Don't laugh. I'm serious. I mean. I don't know. I guess I'm trying to understand your intentions because I want to believe that this won't be like before but I…I'm scrawny and dumb and there's nothing interesting about me. I'm not even pretty enough to make up for it all. And there are plenty of needy omegas in this city. So what could you possibly want me for?"

Yoongi's humor subsided, and he turned the radio down before moving to face you as well. His expression was serious but his eyes still held light. He reached over to brush back your hair so he could see your face in the scattered light from the projector.

"I don't think attraction is ever really about those things. Not how someone looks or what they have to say, but how those things resonate with you. It's an elemental, a chemical thing. I just like you. Maybe that's why Hobi and Jin think we're fated mates."

"Fated mates?"

"I don't know. It's kind of…lykos folklore. Sort of what saps think of as soulmates. Like, it just feels right with someone, like you're linked to them even though there's no real reason. There's no proof that it's real. It's just a feeling I guess. But they say it only happens with alphas and omegas. And I don't think I believe it. I don't know if you feel that. But I do feel drawn to you in a way that I never have with anyone else. I don't even think attraction is the right word. I just feel like…I need to be with you."

Yoongi's eyes never left your face while he talked and you didn't realize you were holding your breath until he stopped and you inhaled so you could answer him. "Maybe that's why my omega wants me to trust you even though everything else tells me not to. Like, I should be terrified of you, but I'm just not. I just want to be good so that I can stay."

You didn't know you were leaning toward him, nor were you fully aware of the words you spoke or how they made Yoongi's heart race, but when he brushed his fingers along your cheekbone you suddenly leaned back, blinking rapidly to regain your composure.

Yoongi coughed and pulled his hand away, reaching for candy to occupy his fingers. "I guess I should be honest with you about my intentions," he said with a shrug. "Because I know they aren't entirely altruistic."

You swallowed, but kept your eyes on him. His words made you nervous, but you'd hardly call it fear. "What do you mean?"

"Maybe it's a little dark. Or maybe all alphas feel this way. I always knew I was an alpha before presentation, because I always wanted people to depend on me. I always wanted to be in charge, to be a provider, to have the people in my life need me even more than they wanted me. In a way, the attraction I have, the love I have for the others, that's the unbelievable thing. With Jimin, with you, I felt from the first time I met each of you that you needed me. You wouldn't survive without me. And I liked that. Do you think that's kind of sick?" He wondered. You couldn't tell if he wanted an answer, or if he wanted you to be a little bit scared. But still you didn't feel it.

I don't think I will survive without you, your inner self echoed.

You reached out to him, let your fingers graze the back of his hand. "I'm not sure. I'm not the best judge of what's normal and what's not. But it sounds right to me. I think to myself sometimes, I don't know how I've survived this long. I should be dead. Omegas…we aren't built to make it on our own. Sometimes it seemed like my death was right around the corner, but I don't feel that way anymore. The last two days have felt like the safest days of my whole life," you admitted.

Yoongi's chest felt tight, like his heart would burst through his ribs if you kept talking. He turned his palm up so he could slot his fingers through yours. You sat in silence for a moment, letting him hold your hand while he tried to keep his breathing steady.

"I don't understand why you're not pack alpha. Is it because Seokjin makes more money?" You wondered after a minute as you brushed back his chin length hair with your fingers.

Yoongi chuckled. "If we're getting technical, Taehyung makes the most money in the pack."

Your eyes bulged in surprise. "But I thought Tae didn't work."

"He doesn't have a job in the strictest sense, but reclusive artists are often the most sought after. His paintings sell for a high price tag to collectors."

You hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe I picked the wrong alpha."

Yoongi tugged on your hand playfully, making you giggle. "I always wanted to be a pack alpha. When I was younger I tried to establish my own pack but…it just wasn't right. I didn't have a lot to offer back then. I've never had Jin's resources. And then I met his pack, and I felt very comfortable with them. It was easy to fall in love with each of them so quickly. But they were already complete before me. I felt surprised they even wanted me. So I let go of that dream. It's been over five years now."

"But then you met Jimin, right? Did you think about starting a pack with him? On your own, I mean?"

Yoongi shrugged. "An alpha and a beta isn't much of a pack. You can make a pack without a beta, but without an omega? What's the point?" He looked at you through his eyelashes, but then quickly away. "Besides, Jimin and I both always wanted a big pack, and he clicked with Jungkook and Taehyung right away. It would have been selfish to take him away just because I wanted to be in charge."

"You're my pack alpha though," you murmured, sending a shiver down Yoongi's spine. He could only nod. "Good."

He lets his eyes close and for a minute you just watch him breathe steadily, happy that he seems content with you. But as seconds slip by you begin to feel that it might not be enough. Maybe it was silly, but you felt so much closer to him after all you'd both said, and holding his hand wasn't physically close enough anymore.

"I'm kind of cold," you told him quietly, taking him from his thoughts.

"I can turn on the heat," he offered, letting go of your hand and reaching for the ignition.

"Or maybe you could just hold me?"

The corner of his mouth tugged into a smile. He helped you move all the snacks to the backseat of the impala and moved closer so you met in the middle. You huddled into his side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you legs over his. You let out a quiet, happy sigh you hoped he didn't notice.

"If you wanted to cuddle all you had to do was say so," he whispered to the top of your head.

You turned your face into his shoulder. "I'm working on it," you mumbled.

He smiled and ran his fingers through your hair, dragging his fingernails gently against your scalp. "You're doing great, princess."

You made a noise Yoongi wouldn't only describe as grumpy and turned your face up at him. "Why do you call me that?"

"Because that's what I want you to feel like. Because princesses have everything they need provided for. And because you're special just because you're you. But if you don't like it, I can call you something else."

You nestled into him again. "Well, when you put it like that."

Once again, Yoongi turned up the volume on the radio and you both at least pretended to pay attention. Although the movie in general was pretty innocuous, you took advantage of one lame jump scare to bury your face into his neck. Yoongi held his breath as you nosed at his scent gland, causing his light, happy scent to fill the car around you. He let you stay in his arms until the end of the movie, and although you didn't fall asleep, it was an easy mistake for him to make. He scratched teasingly at your side to rouse you when the screen went dark.

"Are you ready to go home, princess?"

You tilted your head up to see his features illuminated by the lights of other cars as they made their exits. You'd practically forgotten that there was anyone else there. Your head nodded sleepily, and Yoongi reluctantly moved you over to your side of the seat. When he moved behind the steering wheel you moved back to the center seat and strapped in the seatbelt there so you could stay close to his warmth.

No matter how old you get, the urge to stay up on a Saturday night always remains. Yoongi could tell by the soft footsteps moving about the second floor that the pack are just settling in for the night, brushing their teeth and for the most part discarding unnecessary items of clothing before staking their claim to their spots in the nest. Everyone was home for once, and they'd all sleep soundly. Even you. Even Yoongi, although he knew that it still wasn't time for you and him to share space for that activity. You climbed the stairs sleepily with Yoongi a few steps behind you, making sure you didn't slip as you swayed precariously. His hand went quickly to your hip, grabbing hold of the fabric there when you tripped over the top step. The noise brought Hoseok to the bedroom door.

"You didn't get her drunk, did you, alpha?" Hobi asked from the half open door. Yoongi rolled his eyes, because the omega knew that wasn't the plan.

"No, just sleepy," you yawned as you rubbed your eyes.

Jimin squeezed past Hoseok to give you a goodnight hug. "You smell like you crawled out of an orange." He giggled, "apples and oranges."

Yoongi blushed while the two of you said your goodnights.

"Do you need any help getting ready for bed?" Hobi asked softly. He'd helped you take apart your nest earlier today so that you could keep practicing.

"No, I think I got it. And I have new pillows," you whispered happily.

"Okay then," he smiled back. "Yoongi, I'll see you in a minute," he said, and the instruction to your alpha was clear, just in case he didn't already know where he would be sleeping tonight. He closed the door and the two of you were cloaked in darkness except for a sliver of light from a lamp Hoseok left on for you in your room.

"Are you going to tell them what I told you earlier?" You asked after a moment passed with nothing but the sound of your breathing.

"I won't, if you don't want me too. But no one is going to judge you if you're–"

"No. I was just thinking it would be better if you did. That way I don't have to tell it six more times."

Yoongi nodded. It was a vulnerable thing you had shared, and it couldn't be easy to talk about with others. "I read once that if you talk about your trauma repeatedly, like you're telling a story, it can start to feel more like a thing that happened and not something that's still happening to you."

You cringed at the thought. "I think I'd still rather have you explain it. If you don't mind."

"Of course," he agreed easily, anything to make you more comfortable.

"I had a good time tonight," you admitted after another quiet moment where neither of you seemed to want to leave.

Yoongi's smile was becoming semi permanent. "I'm glad. Get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

He took one step closer to you and leaned down to kiss your cheek, but you turned your head up in such a way that you caught his lips with your own. You froze in surprise, and even more shockingly, he didn't move away. Yoongi took another step into you, so your chests were just touching. His hand went around your back to keep you steady despite intensifying the angle of your kiss. Still, it remained chaste even as it went on. His lips were hot and soft and just slightly moist, but he seemed content to press his mouth just gently to yours for another moment longer. Then his lips finally left yours, he whispered his goodnight and disappeared into the pack bedroom.

😃😃 they kissed! Who wants to scream about it?

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Backfired…

Summery : you finally get to give Leon a taste of his own medicine and deny many of his orgasms… but it ends up backfiring on you

Content Warning : Female reader , Resident evil 4 Remake Leon , smut , fluff (end) , Denied orgasm , Tied to chair , oh no… Leon whimpering (😩😩) , Fem!dom (temporary) , Choking , Name calling , markings (mentioned) , leaving the room with not a single fucking trace of self respect left (its actually kind of embarrassing) , aftercare :3

“Please! just once i wanna see how many times i can get you to cum!” you begged, Leon didn’t like the idea of you dominating him especially with him ties up…

“No….” the two of you looked at each other for a moment before he sighed

………

wayyyyyy later that night Leon sat in the chair with his hands tied behind his back and you… evil little you who successfully convinced him to do this slowly… and very painfully stroking at his already rock hard, throbbing and red cock. you were having fun with this.. he wasn’t, you’ve denied his orgasms a total of 6 times that night… his dick was hurting from not being able to cum

he panted, moaned and whimpered as he looked up at you, you smiled as you stroked his cock with fast speeds, giving him false hope and right as he was close you stopped leaving his cock to twitch and throb painfully for the 7th time

“Y-Y/N….. please…. let… let me cum!” Leon whined out as he threw his head back. he was sweating and breathing heavily… he looked down as his cock twitched once again and watched as you slowly drug your finger up it and to the tip, gently squeezing the head causing him to throw his head back and let out a louder moan

“why should i? have you given me any good reason why i should let you cum?” you asked as you slowly stood up in front of him and went to grab the vibrator from the table across the room. as you had your back turned Leon wiggled his hand just enough to get free from the rope behind his back. when he finally realized he was free from this prison he immediately got up and went to grab you and throw you onto the bed

you let out a yelp as you hit the bed and watched as he got on top of you and wrapped a hand around your throat. he looked down at you with lust and a hint of anger from not being able to cum

“you’re gonna regret not letting me cum…” he said, his voice was somehow deeper than before and he spread your legs as far as he could and slid his cock inside if you, he let out a moan after feeling the warmth of your pussy, you whimpered as you felt him slide inside of you and just as you registered he was inside of you he started fucking the absolute shit out of you. he ended up cumming very quickly after a few thrusts but he didn’t stop. he would fuck you stupid for what you did

you screamed from the pleasure and he just held you down and continued to go to town on your pussy “you’re such a dirty whore, look at you being fucked stupid. this is what you get — couldn’t let me cum could you? now im gonna make you cum until you cant” he groaned as he reached over and grabbed the vibrator, he turned it on and placed it directly on your clit on the highest setting he could put it on.

you whimpered and moaned loudly underneath him as you felt the vibrator in your clit, you tried to press your knees together or just try to get it off your clit but you couldn’t, he was too strong and too upset from his denials earlier

“L-L….Leon! please! i-im sorry!” you cried out as you grabbed hold of the vibrator

“now you’re sorry? huh? too late now. you’re not gonna be able to walk after tonight” he said as he continued to fuck you. he pulled out of you and turned you to lay flat on your stomach, he placed his hands on either side of your head and he slid himself back inside your pussy from behind. you gripped onto the sheets and lost your breath as he started fucking you just as hard from behind. you were pinned to the mattress and wishing you had never denied Leon his orgasms as much as you did… here you are getting factory reset

he would use a hand to wrap around your throat and he leaned closer to your ear “did you learn a lesson?” you nodded frantically and babbled, you couldn’t form sentences anymore… you couldn’t even think straight — you honestly forgot your name for a moment

“are you gonna do this shit again?” you shook your head… that wasn’t a good enough answer for him. “i didn’t hear you, are you ever gonna do this shit again?” he asked again almost sounding irritated

“n-no! i won’t i promise!” you cried out, tears ran down your face as you got rammed by Leon.

“good whore, now be a good bitch and take my dick” he said letting go of your throat and holding you down. Leon has been rough with you before but never ever this rough… you honestly drove him over the edge

the rest of the night consisted of him absolutely obliterating your body and fucking you, making you cum so hard and so many times you couldn’t remember your own social security number… you walked in that room confident and ready to make Leon your bitch for the night… you walked out with absolutely no self respect left in your body and multiple marks from him… and wobble legs (fun fact, it lasted for almost a full day and your legs were sore for two weeks after that)

after Leon got finished you laid on the bed a mess, you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore, you haven’t a clue what time it was or if it was even the same day as when you started denying Leon…

Leon immediately went to take care of you, be picked you up and went to the bathroom, he placed you on the toilet so you can sit and he started a bath for you, he looked down at you and saw what he had done, the marks he had left on your body, how your makeup was completely ruined… messy hair, red face, tear stained face

“oh babe….” he said softly. you looked up at him and smiled weakly at him before leaning your head on his hip, you were exhausted and he could tell… he honestly felt bad for for being so rough with you.

once the bath was ready he placed you in it and went to get you an ice cold glass of water and your favorite snack, he brought them up to you and watched as you weakly drank some water… you both were silent while he took care of you and cleaned you up, dried you off, dressed you in his shirt and a pair of underwear and changed the sheets. he let you go lay down first while he took a shower himself and then climbed into the bed with you. you immediately curled up next to him and hugged him tightly with your head on his chest

“im never doing that again…” you mumbled… your voice was practically gone from screaming and moaning and crying all night. Leon chuckled softly as he rubbed your shoulder

“good…” he said softly. he felt as you drifted off into sleep and soon after he fell asleep as well.

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Chapter 12

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; panic attack; allusions to SA; brief mentions of child abuse

A/N: Why was this the fastest chapter of this to write but the longest? I’m afraid that it’s turned out bad. 😩

Two days had passed since the attack. People had come and gone in brief visits to check up on you, usually finding Daryl at your bedside. He would be carving bolts or making adjustments on his crossbow, not really engaging with you. Just a presence in the room that you allowed; found that you wanted. The safety you felt around him couldn’t be ignored, any previous trepidations be damned.

Aside from asking the archer to stay, you still hadn’t spoken. You couldn’t seem to find your voice even when you sought to use it. Fortunately, Daryl wasn’t much of a talker, so it seemed to raise no qualms.

Hershel had given you the okay to leave the medical cell the day before but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It was the first place you’d been brought after the attack. It felt safe. Safer still since the archer had come to you. The table was beyond uncomfortable on your healing body but discomfort wasn’t a foreign concept in your life.

You also didn’t want to face Carol. You had put so much stock in the promise she’d made upon your arrival to the prison only for it to be proven false. The logical part of your mind begged you to understand that the woman had done everything in her power to see that her words remained true. In the end, it had all shattered.

You weren’t safe anywhere.

The life you’d been damned to live wouldn’t be so easily altered.

That wasn’t Carol’s fault. You knew that. Something told you that if Daryl engaged in conversation, he’d drive that point home as well. You’d probably even find it in you to consider it if it came from him.

Why, though?

Why was there so much trust in a man that had bought you, rejected you, only to bring light to the desire he held for you? After the attack, it would make more sense to create as much distance as possible from him. He was a threat.

But you felt completely safe aside from your warring thoughts.

He didn’t do much aside from busy himself with something while he kept watch only a few feet from where you lay. He didn’t reassure you that it would never happen again. He didn’t tell you what was going on outside your little sanctuary. He didn’t even control the flow of people that came to see that you were recovering. He simply remained a silent sentinel. And you knew if danger came, he’d stand between you and the threat without a second thought.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?” Maggie asked from the door.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Daryl’s hands still as if awaiting you to express comfort or hesitation. When you gave a shrug but gave no indication of fear, he continued with what he was doing.

“I’m glad to see you’re moving around.” The young woman smiled gently. “Maybe you should consider going back to a room. You’d likely be more comfortable.”

You tensed and the archer’s hands paused once again. You willed your body to relax. Maggie meant no harm. You saw no reason for Daryl to intervene. You shrugged again but with a single shoulder and began to pull at a thread on the edge of the thin sheet that covered you.

“You don’t have to, of course.” Maggie continued. She’d likely been sent to you, to act as a balm to your frazzled nerves. “There are other rooms too.”

She was really trying. Still, the thought of being alone was horrifying. You were alone when it happened. It could happen again. You didn’t know everyone. They could even come to the medical cell if Daryl left.

The world around you had shifted, everything was tilted. You could hear yourself taking in harsh breaths that never seemed to reach your lungs. Your pulse was thundering against your temples, the blood in your veins was rushing in your ears. Daryl was moving, in between flickers of darkness. Missing moments that had him in the doorway with Maggie, then already leaning in front of you with no one else in the room. Your jaw felt warm and you chased the sensation, something to anchor to.

“Tha’s it. Like me.”

When the room settled into quiet, the sharp edges softening, you felt a steady thrum against your palm. You blinked slowly, grasping at reality, searching for…

Daryl was there, his expression serious but not hard. Your hand was pressed against his chest and held by his own. You could feel his heart beating, noticed your unsteady breaths absently matching each calm inhale and exhale he exercised. The warmth on your jaw: his palm. He was cradling your face, giving you a focal point.

“Atta girl. Yer alrigh’.”

Your gaze lifted from the hand on his chest to his eyes, finding that kindness you saw the day you met him. Had he been hiding it away since you came here?

He was the most confusing presence. Safe but guarded. Walls up high, impenetrable. His heart was on his sleeve, surrounded by barbed wire. You yearned to battle through. You wanted to know him. Understand his hesitant companionship.

Your lips parted before you gave them permission.

“Please…”

His grip loosened but didn’t pull away. Brow drawn, he waited but any fear you had was sealed, pounding on a shielded part of your subconscious.

“Let me stay with you.”

His expression softened. He calculated, contemplated while you held your breath.

Then he nodded once.

“Okay.”

The move to Daryl’s space had been more difficult than you thought. It felt like all eyes watched your every step; judging, questioning. The archer was in front of you, the constant flexing of his fingers at his sides was telling.

He felt it too.

The stairs to his perch were painful, irritating the still too fresh injuries inside you. Once you reached the top and stepped into the space, your anxiety settled. You felt shielded from prying eyes. No one would dare venture here to cause you harm. Even if Daryl was away, this was his territory and he would protect it.

“Y’can take the mattress. I got a sleepin’ bag I can crash on.”

You gave a meek nod. This space was his. He had the right to tell you what to do here. You would abide. The need to please him teetered on the edge of your acceptance into this group. This family. It threatened to spill over and uncover the obligation. That only served to make him uncomfortable.

“Thank you.” You were quiet, as you tended to be already. The mattress was hard and lumpy but still felt like a guarded tower. You could rest here.

The archer grunted, murmuring something under his breath. His crossbow sat against the wall, your gaze wandering over to it just before he picked it up. He didn’t say anything as he walked to the stairs, instead glancing over his shoulder to give you a tight nod. Then his form disappeared in a fading cadence of metallic steps.

Even with only that, you knew you were okay. You gingerly moved to grab the edge of his blanket and cover yourself, feeling surrounded by him. It was easy to surrender to the call of sleep.

Wha’ the fuck m’I doin’? The question repeated in his head as if his brain was not convinced that he’d heard it each time before. He scrubbed a hand over his face. He was tired. His days and nights had been spent at your bedside. Rick had, for some reason, allowed him to blow off his watch shifts, along with fence clearing duty. He hadn’t gone hunting since you’d asked him to stay.

He felt like he was under a spell. It was the only explanation for him granting you access to his own space. You just looked at him with such a raw openness, he felt denying you would be immoral. There was also an overwhelming sense of responsibility accompanied by a heaping dose of guilt. He brought you here. It should be his job to keep you safe. Not Carol’s. Not Rick’s or Maggie’s.

He would stick to his original plan. When you were better, he’d teach you to protect yourself; help you gain confidence. You’d move out of his area and things would go back to how they were. Maybe you would talk to Carol soon and smooth that over. She would at least be appreciated back-up during this shitstorm he catapulted himself into.

In the meantime, he would need to orientate himself to your presence. Solidify his walls without becoming cold. Everything would be pointless if all he did was scare you. He just wasn’t a soft person. He never had been. Growing up the way he did didn’t allow for that. He’d changed since Merle had been gone. It wasn’t all at once. He had to learn to be around people, how to open himself up enough to care. He had thought he was doing okay.

Then came you.

A part of himself that he didn’t even know existed had surged to life. A desire to know someone in every way. He had felt a spark that first day and fought it the only way he knew how. He was harsh, cold. Anytime an unfamiliar sentiment reared its head, he’d examine it with a guarded curiosity before brutally beating it down into the darkest crevices of his subconscious. Somehow, it all managed to resurface. He’d find himself worse off than he was before.

Thinking of you panting below him, your legs anchored over his hips. Your sweet whispers. Your fingers scratching lightly against his scalp. Your smile. Your eyes sparkling.

He barely came back to himself in time to miss walking straight into a tree. Christ. This was going to get him killed. He was distracted, more so than he’d ever been in his pathetic life. But would continuing to fight it off even help? Would facing it head on only serve to make it worse?

“Wha’ the fuck m’I doin’?” He whispered, running a hand over his hair.

There was only one thing he could think of that might give him any sense of clarity. The thought of it made his stomach roll uncomfortably.

With a groan, he crouched to get a closer look at some tracks. Regardless of his dilemma, people had to eat and he’d been idle long enough. He’d bring back something substantial and then he’d take care of business.

He’d talk to Carol.

After prepping the deer, Daryl began his search. Carol was busy making dinner with Maggie and one of the other girls when he found her. She promised to come get him later so they could talk after he had nearly had a stroke when she suggested he go ahead with what was on his mind so closely to the other two. There was no way they could have heard anything given their proximity but even the idea of it had him beet red and trembling.

So she sent him off for now.

He had taken a few minutes to clean up, washing any blood from his hands and arms. He couldn’t change clothes since everything was kept up where you currently stayed. He’d have to figure some things out to make this work. Leave some necessities in an empty cell or something. He’d figure it out later when he wasn’t so tired.

And nervous.

Carol had told him once that you really liked the berries he would sometimes find. When he happened upon them today, he made sure to wrap a decent amount to bring back for you.

Why? He had no idea. Yeah, ya do. Idiot. Okay. Yeah, he did. He thought maybe you’d smile. Maybe you’d talk. Beyond asking him to stay with you and pleading to go with him, you still weren’t speaking. He assumed that was pretty normal after something traumatic. He would go silent after a sound beating from his dad but that was mostly to avoid being blamed when the school would call a meeting.

He was at the top step before he even realized it. Swear, shit’s gon’ get me killed. You were easy to spot: a lump under the blanket with a mop of hair peeking out. His first thought was that maybe he should find you a better blanket; that one wasn’t good enough. His second thought was that he should just throw himself down the stairs for thinking the first thought.

When you didn’t stir, he wondered if maybe he should start knocking on the railing or calling up to you? It was his space but he had agreed to share so he’d just have to suck it up now and figure this shit out. Maybe include you.

He ended up going with clearing his throat. The lump moved but didn’t emerge. Daryl sighed and stepped closer.

“Y/N?”

Nothing. Maybe he should just leave the berries by the mattress, grab his clothes, and go take a shower. Carol might be ready to talk to him by that point. That was logical.

Then you moved again. An arm emerged from the blanketed bundle, stretched slightly, and then rested outstretched over the edge of the mattress. He really should have left you alone, but curiosity killed the cat. What he was curious about? Couldn’t tell you.

Once he was just beside where your hand hung, he lowered to sit cross-legged, the handkerchief of berries on his lap. His head tilted, finding that your face was actually hidden under your mess of hair and not the blanket.

With courage he couldn’t explain the origin of, he reached out to start moving aside the disheveled strands. It was easier than it looked. He thought for a moment he might need a weed-whacker. He was quick to pull away once he could see you.

He hadn’t seen you sleeping in the cell you had shared with Carol but he had that night by the fire. Your brow always drawn, hands fisted, your body always moving. You’d never seemed more at ease than now. Your face was slack with the slightest pout to your parted lips. No lines of pain or worry. No traces of fear. There was a stirring in his chest while he watched you. Yet another unfamiliar sensation that brought a scowl to his face.

A noise from downstairs snapped him out of his trance, his head turning toward the sound. Laughter followed it. Not a threat. The archer released a breath and turned back to you, finding the noise hadn’t gained his attention alone.

You were blinking sleep-hazy eyes at him, your hands coming up to rub at them as you sat up. Daryl’s heart was hammering behind his ribs, he assumed because he had just been staring at you like a creeper while you slept. He inwardly groaned. The previous contemplation of throwing himself down the stairs made another appealing appearance.

His cheeks burned hot when he realized he had been staring at you yet again while he waged his mental war. He dropped his gaze immediately, able to see you draw your knees to your chest from the corner of his eye. When he dared to risk a glance, you had done the same as him: dropped your gaze with that submissive, fear-induced curling inward of your body.

You were still trying to make yourself small.

Annoyance was the initial response, a scoff braced to release before he caught himself. If he belittled you for the actions you had been hardwired to perform, how would you ever know how to act without fear around him or anyone else?

Racking his brain for an idea, he looked around anxiously before his eyes settled on the handkerchief. Right. He remembered to keep his movements slow but not robotic. With the bundle in the palm of his hand, he unfolded the top and then placed it all on the mattress next to your foot.

You were drawn to their presence immediately, staring at them for longer than he would have thought but he didn’t know the inner workings of your mind, so he waited you out. After enough time had passed that the archer considered he might need to remind you that they were indeed berries, your brow knitted and your eyes bravely found his.

Daryl chewed on the inside of his cheek, giving a nod toward the fruit. Another uncomfortable few moments passed before you began to reach for them, watching him from the corner of your eye.

You were waiting to see if he’d react. And he made the mistake of reaching for one at the same time.

Your hand pulled back so quickly that you almost hit yourself.

“Wait, no, I— fuck!”

You flinched, bowing your head to seemingly wait for the inevitable. He knew because his first instinct was to tuck tail and run. He’d fucked this all up. He needed to go. But you didn’t move. Shit. You’d never had that option. If you had tried to run, god knows what those bastards would have done to you.

Daryl dragged in a calming breath and forced himself to still. This was just as hard for you as it was for him but he’d had time and friends to help him sort through a great deal of his trauma. You were still on your first steps. And those assholes had knocked you back down on your ass.

He reached for a berry, slowly, while your eyes tracked his hand from just above your knees. He knew there was a huge chance this would backfire but goddamn it, he was trying the only way he knew how.

With a berry between his fingers, he made certain you could see his other hand reaching for you. He hated to be touched. There were few people he’d allow that close. He could count them on one hand. You had Carol but then— yeah, this could go very wrong.

He let his fingertips rest against your arm first, unmoving. You were shaking beneath his touch, and he suddenly wanted to vomit but swallowed it down. When you didn’t scream or cry or pull away, he slid them down toward your hand, pausing again; gauging you for signs that he needed to stop. Your eyes were wide, your body was damn near vibrating but your breathing had remained stable and you weren’t crying. He took those as good signs. Hershel said you trusted him. Maybe he hadn’t fucked that up yet. You were here at your own request after all.

Next, he carefully turned his hand and worked his fingers beneath yours, beginning to pull your arm toward him. He stopped with each hitch in your breathing, each whimper. He only needed you close enough to softly guide your hand to turn palm up, leaving his below it.

Your hands were so small compared to his.

With a deep breath of his own, he placed the berry from his other hand onto your palm and withdrew both of his, carefully placing them over his knees so you could see them. Then he did something he wasn’t sure would help but it made sense to him.

He lowered his head, and let his gaze fall to the floor.

You didn’t move for a moment but your mouth had fallen open. He could see you peripherally but made no move to look up. Essentially, showing you the same submission you continuously showed him.

Your hand moved toward your mouth but hesitated. He stayed stock still, even with his subconscious screaming at him that this was completely out of his comfort zone.

Finally, finally, you delicately placed the fruit between your lips, sighing happily when you began to chew. He moved slower than his patience was comfortable with, raising his head to arch an eyebrow at you.

“Them’s the ones ya like, right?”

You were back to staring, utterly still. He’d fucked up, hadn’t he? But before he could berate himself too much, you nodded slowly and reached for another berry. Instead of eating it, you leaned for your shorter arms to reach and took his hand, flipping it to place the fruit on his palm.

Daryl snorted but popped the berry right into his mouth. And then the entire world came to a screeching halt.

You smiled at him.

It wasn’t the small upturn of your lips with the slight, shy bow of your head. It wasn’t the one that accompanied a laugh when you were with Carol. It was all of your teeth, your eyes squinted with the smallest of wrinkles in the corners. Your nose slightly scrunched. Beaming. Beautiful.

And he needed a moment to find his breath.

When the smile fell away and was replaced with concern, he realized he had been staring at you with a blank expression. His brain screamed Abort! Abort! but he refused. He was going to help you if it killed him.

And it just might.

He shook his head and pulled a face, not a grimace or a scowl, but one you wouldn’t discern as angry or annoyed. He reached for more berries and held his hand out for you to take some from him. When you did, he felt yet another strange feeling. A fluttering in his stomach that felt like the beginnings of anxiety but no, it was different. Not unpleasant. Just… weird.

The two of you went about eating your snack quietly. Daryl even almost earned a giggle when he threw one in the air to catch in his mouth but it hit him in the eye before rolling off to the land of far, far away. He couldn’t even find it in himself to be annoyed.

“Y’ever gon’ talk again?” He asked sometime later, posture relaxed as he leaned back against the railing. You shrugged a shoulder and then winced when you started to reposition yourself. His face fell. “Want me ta grab ya somethin’ fer tha’?”

You shook your head but your lightheartedness had diminished. Daryl found himself angry at the men all over again.

“M’sorry I didn’ get there faster.” He stared at the hem of his shirt, pulling at a string while he allowed the guilt to begin washing over him anew. He had to keep it in check or he’d shut you out. He knew that but it wasn’t something he could shake off. You had been hurt— traumatized —and it was on him.

Before he could spiral, a small hand came to rest over his. He was quick to look up but you didn’t flinch this time. You just watched him with your head tilted and the softest eyes he’d ever seen. He didn’t react at first, which had been the opening you had apparently wanted. Shuffling on your knees, you pulled his hand simultaneously. He sat up straighter just for your hand to leave his and your arms to wrap around his neck.

He remained frozen to the spot, hands splayed in the air just above his lap. He hadn’t expected this, thus hadn’t prepared for it. Every out he could think of on the spot was quickly squashed by the fear of making you uncomfortable. But he was uncomfortable.

When your arms tightened, he took a deep breath and brought up one trembling hand, winding his arm around you to place it on your back. That allowed you to move closer, just shy of being on his lap. When his other hand matched the first, he felt the tension begin to bleed out. It really wasn’t… that bad. Not from you. The memories that would normally flood the forefront of his mind remained secure, kept at bay by the feel of you. You offering him comfort. That was not how this was supposed to go.

He kept telling himself that even as he lowered his face against your neck and held on tight.

From the lower level, beyond the cells and close to the prison entrance, Carol could see the two of you. She tried so hard to hide her knowing smile while all but tiptoeing toward the block entrance.

Yeah, she’d go get him for that talk later. There would definitely be a lot to discuss.

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stardew-shitposterino · 6 months

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Most to least likely Stardew Valley Bachelor to be lovey dovey in a relationship

Ok peeps, I’m in the mood for some random posting. Since some of you enjoy it, I’ll commit to it ! Why not 🤷🏼‍♀️so let’s goooo✈️

Oh and btw: a bit of NSFW again because I’m a degenerate lol. Soz to the minors 🫣

1. Elliott:

-Elliott is the obvious choice, isn’t he ?

-this man has no chill when it comes to showing you how much he loves you

-he isn’t huge on baby talk, but he’s huge on medieval Shakespearean reenactment to show his love to you

-you might not always understand where his play on words come from, but it sure as hell makes you blush like a mess

-whenever you and him have a sleepover, he leaves a note on your table that reminds you of how much he adores you! So cute 🥰

-flowers, romantic dates, evenings spent at the pub sitting on his lap while he caresses your hair, marvelling at it with a slightly drunken gaze and red cheeks 😫🫡😍😏

-…I just know that guy eats you out like no other…I said what I said 🥸

2. Sam

-ok hear me out! Before you come for my throat, I think he is more likely to be very love drunken than some of the other choices. It’s a close call for the second place, but I believe he deserves it

-overused but I don’t care: he has the golden retriever energy. Maybe it’s his ADHD, but regardless, he’s a pure boy

-he might be a little anxiously attached to you because he won’t leave your side during your honeymoon phase

-he wants to hold your hand or touch you in some way all the time. He just loves having you close 🥺

-expect him to kiss you senseless whenever he can. Preferably in private because he doesn’t want his mum to find out through bystanders, that would be embarrassing. Other than that, he wouldn’t care for the life of him. If he can pepper your neck with little kissies, he will

-speaking of kisses: he’s generally a huge fan of intense make out sessions. He prefers them over sex any time. Not that he doesn’t like the other stuff, but to him, it just hits different

-imagine that blushy, heated face when you pull away 😳 eyes hazy and hair even more disheveled than before, just adoringly gazing back into yours and smiling ever so slightly (😩😭🫨)

3. Alex

-“still no Harvey?! What’s wrong with you!?”

-I know I KNOW. I know that Harvey is a sweet boy in the game who tells you a lot of cute stuff, but idk. Something about Alex makes me believe he will be more likely the kind of partner to be sweet and a bit cringe yet adorable when it comes to the person he loves

-he might not be a poet, but he shows his adoration in other ways

-back 👏🏻 hugs 👏🏻

-generally hugging you? He will do it all the time. Any time. He will climb through your small living room window to hug you at least once a day if he has to

-for some reason, he likes kissing your arms. Don’t ask me to elaborate, he just does. Like kissing them up and down. Oh and your thighs 👀 it doesn’t even necessarily lead to anything explicit, he just loves them so much

-he will tell you how you’re the love of his life and how he cannot wait to see you two grow old together. He will lay in bed with you, maybe just watching tv and randomly blurt out something like this: “wow, who would have thought that we’d end up like this, meeting in this tired town. Having you by my side, I might be the luckiest guy to ever exist.”

-Alex frequents the beach to talk to his deceased mother. It’s kinda sweet in a way because he will talk to her about the things happening in his life. Pre-dating as well as in the midst of your relationship, he tells her so much about you, wishing she was still alive to have met you as you are the best thing that has ever happened to him 😭

-Alex is a hunky boy, but he loves bathing with you :3 something about it just makes him feel extremely euphoric 🥰 but he will cup your boobs the whole time lmfao (no matter what kind you have). That might also lead to him kissing your neck the whole time till both of you are in the mood 😶‍🌫️👀

4. Harvey

-Harvey at forth ?! HARVEY?! COME OOOON

-yes, I know. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t cute and affectionate with you ! This ranking is pretty close as all of the bachelors have their qualities that make them good partners 🥺 it’s just based on my own headcanons or assumptions about what they might be like

-ok so Harvey is a little anxious mess but LOVES to be a real gentleman when he’s in love

-I’m talking putting on his finest Jazz and dancing with you in your living room, slow dancing while just enjoying each other’s closeness 👀😍

-Harvey shows his affection mostly through everyday things. Like making you coffee in the morning or cleaning up for you. Not to mention peppering you when you’re sick as well as doing small gestures that show you that he cares and wants to make the effort for you

-Harvey LOVES to put your foreheads together while holding you close. Since he’s way taller than you, he has to crouch a little in order to make it work (it’s so cute omfg 😭😤🥰😍💀🫣🫨😫)

-forehead kisses too 😭👏🏻😫 he’s all about soft, sweet affection

-there are many headcanons about spicy Harvey and I get where this is coming from, but I do believe that his sweet, pure side is predominant. Like yes he will want to sleep with you, you’re a couple and he’s not asexual, so why wouldn’t he want to do that 🤷🏼‍♀️

-speaking of this, he loves to lay in bed with you in your post-coital state. Like of course he enjoys the deed, but what he enjoys even more is the after math that consists of laying together, skin to skin, just talking or laying there in silence and enjoying each other. It gives him the feeling of being one with you, of growing even closer than before 🥺

5. Sebastian

-Sebby can be a really cute guy once he lets his guard down, but I don’t think he is the most obvious in love even when he is very infatuated with you

-he just isn’t that kind of guy, you know?

-Sebastian loves to cuddle with you in bed, especially while playing video games. His room is his safe space and sharing that space with you while doing something he enjoys, it’s just perfect to him

-he will show you how much he likes you by taking you on small adventures despite being a homebody. He didn’t fix up that motorcycle for nothing. Just you and him outside, discovering new places. It’s something he doesn’t offer to just anyone

-in public, he’s very reserved and doesn’t feel comfortable showing his affection, but at home? He latches on you and won’t let go. Of course he needs his space every once in a while, but it’s not rare for him to try and crawl under your shirt with you just to feel your warmth (he’s very cold most of the time)

-he loves touching your tummy. Ok ok I know this one is controversial but he just loves it. When you’re a little soft and he can grab onto something soft and warm? Oh boy, he will….he will 👁️ he also loves kissing your abdomen. Again, don’t ask me, I have my reasons

-when it comes to intimacy, he surprisingly prefers giving over taking. I have a feeling he prefers non-penetrative sex more ? At least speaking of “traditional” straight sex. Again, don’t ask, I cannot explain. So I imagine when he’s in a relationship with an AFAB farmer, he will want to either eat them out or finger them senseless because it brings him pleasure. It’s very specific I know but it feels right🤷🏼‍♀️

6. Shane

-you all know by now that I have a mild obsession with this guy, but yeah…I gotta admit he isn’t cutting it in this ranking

-it’s not that he isn’t capable of giving a lot of love, but he has his barriers that keep him from showing his love freely

-he will get there eventually, but before that, he’s very…well…tense ? He has a hard time initiating romantic gestures or telling you nice things

-again it’s not because he doesn’t want to, it’s that he is in his own head too much that he cannot garner the courage to do so. You’re dating but he still suspects it’s all a tasteless joke on him

-in those moments when Shane beats his inner critics, he can be such a sweetheart omfg

-I’m speaking kissing you behind your ear, caressing your waist and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He isn’t very eloquent most of the time, but when the moment is right, he just knows what to say to you to make you feel loved

-Shane is the type of person to show his affection through mild bullying and joking around. He might be calling you a dwarf or giant (depending on your height difference) make fun of little things you do that he notices, but it’s never in bad taste. He always makes sure you know it’s just silly banter that usually ends in you two fighting playfully and then tumbling on top of each other, laughing and kissing 🥺🥰

-this man, this man loves when you sleep on his chest. On a lazy Sunday watching tv or just when he wakes up in the morning, noticing your head’s weight on him. It makes him feel useful, like he can protect you (let’s ignore that the farmer slays monsters as a side hustle, k). He will kiss your head ever so softly and whisper how much he loves you while doing it 😌

-if you want him to be the kind to hold your hand in public or kiss you, you’ve set your money on the wrong horse (rehab was supposed to be a fresh start), because he is not that kind of man, sorry 🤷🏼‍♀️ he will start to do it once he gets comfortable enough with you, but it’s not that much. PDA just isn’t in it with this guy 😤

-his spicy side? He has plenty spice, but when he’s in the mood for some romance, he likes it slow and sensual. It’s a bit out of character for him, but sometimes he just wants to enjoy your presence and the slow build up of excitement and arousal. Expect him to enjoy guided self-pleasure. Picture it like this: he sits behind you, taking your hand and guiding it through the process of what you’d do to yourself 🫣 while, again, whispering hot stuff in your ear (yeah my version of him is into whispering lmfao). That’s the good stuff 😫

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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when i think of my snookums stink stink bookie pookie nut pumpy umpy umpkin baby onyankopon, i think of u/grownuprileyfreeman on reddit 😩 i be drooling a lil bit, im not gon front 🙁🤞🏽

oh baby boo when i tell you i downloaded the app, created an account and took off all the nsfw settings just to witness this real time….. AND WHEN I TELL YOU I GASPED?!!?!? stink stink’s voice is usually a lot deeper but the smoothness of this guy is so up his streeeeeet 😩🫶🏾💖 I just HAD to a lil schum schum to it

Based off of this audio

Triple N — Onyankopon x Fem!Reader

word count: 1.1k

content: afab!reader, fem!reader, established relationship, making out, slight dom!reader, use of petnames, handjob, male ejaculation

“G’morning baby…”

Turning onto his side, Onyankopon places a soft kiss to your collarbone. An automative action at this point. His eyes are barely opened as you nestle your cheek against the top of his head.

“Morn.” You croak back.

He kisses your skin again before asking: “What time is it?”

You know he has work today. It wasn’t usually his favourite thing in the world but just being able to spend these morning moments with him made it all the better. Slightly perking up, you squint to check the clock on his bedside table.

“Just gone pass six.” You say before resting your neck back down.

“Damn.” He mumbles and you let out a breathy laugh in reply. Onyankopon enjoys the way your laughter shortly vibrated within your chest, allowing him to feel motions, feel you.

“I gotta get up soon…but not yet.”

He lets out a sigh through his nose but he makes no effort to move away from you. Which in practice, means you could feel every part of him, including his poking morning wood against his leg. You slightly pause before asking him about it.

“Ony, you’re hard.”

You can tell the question has thrown him off guard, or at least confused him because for a moment, you feel him still.

“The fuck?” He grumbles. “Babe, it’s first thing in morning. How do you expect me not to be? Also got this sexy ass woman laying up next to me, rubbing on me all night. What else you expect?”

Valid response, but it doesn’t mean the problem was solved. Almost expectantly, your hand starts to wander deeper underneath the duvet.

“Want me to help you with it?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Why?” You frown.

“I’m doing Triple N.”

Without intending to, you feel your forehead crease with a frown.

“Triple N? No Nut November?” The man doesn’t reply. “Seriously Ony, for real?”

The lack of answer was all you needed in order to confirm that Onyankopon was indeed being for real. With a breathy snort, you snuggle into the man’s warmth with a faint smile.

“You’re gonna fail.”

Onyankopon makes a half choked noise.

“Fai— Oh, you have absolutely no faith in me.”

An unsure noise leaves your throat but your hands are soothingly running over the man’s arms. Innocent enough to be inauspicious.

“No, I’m sure you can do No Nut November easily. Your problem is me.”

By now, Onyankopon’s eyes have shot right open. You can tell by the way you can feel him blinking right into the skin of your chest.

“Oh, yeah you right. You know I can’t resist you.” He muses. “Which is even more reason why you gotta heeelp meeee not to looooose.”

Your lack of reply scares Onyankopon because unless you verbally agree to help him, he knows you’re not going to.

As opposed to giving a verbal answer, you instead only move your head down to capture Onyankopon’s lips into a kiss. It’s wet and slow — just like how you usually have it in the mornings. And Onyankopon enjoys it, almost a bit too much, because once you airily brush your hand alongside the upside of his dick, he shudders with a groan into your mouth.

“Baby, you’re making it hard for me.” He whines into the kiss.

“I can’t make it any harder than how much you’re willing to win.”

You don’t let up your actions as your brushing turns to delicate stroking and your throat starts to produce moans. Even Onyankopon, who feels so conflicted about his Triple N sabotage is slowly bucking his hips into the loose shape of your curved hand.

“Babe, please.”

He says, despite keeping your hands locked onto his shaft.

“You really telling me you want me to stop?” You muse.

“It’s No Nut November.” He huffs. “As long as I don’t cum, right?”

You raise your eyebrow in contemplation but don’t question his resolve. You both know you’re not kidding anyone with that excuse but it’s amusing to entertain the fantasy.

“Whatever you say. Just tell me when you’re close so I can stop.”

You quip with a shrug and so you continue to languidly stroke your hand up and down his shaft. And you figure that if he’d been as faithful to the challenge as much as he says he was, then he was going to be a lot more pent up than he’d usually be.

His moans are almond sweet but directed specifically for you. They’re so uniquely him but equally alien to hear.

It was then you realised how rare it was for you to ever take the reins like this.

“I…”

Onyankopon can’t even speak properly, let alone warn you when to stop. His mouth breathes hot air onto your collarbone because of how good you feel. Your fingers are ever so tailored to the shape of his cock, his tip your Frequent Friend and his veins a Forbidden Lover. You have such a relationship with him that you can only know how to please him properly despite him always being the one pleasing you.

“Baby, you’re close.”

You teasingly whisper the words just above Onyankopon’s cheek, his hands grappling at your warm skin in retaliation. The telltale signs of his impending orgasms are familiar to you now.

“Mmpgh.”

Still, he doesn’t tell you to stop, and so you can only take that as a sign to carryon.

“Oh, you’re so sexy like this.” With a grin you kiss just behind his ear. “Cum for me, daddy.”

His fingers are pinching at your skin now, whimpering for you to dare not stop. His slick hard cock so delectably ready to burst, you can’t help but edge him on more. It’s clear that you’ve neglected his goal of abstinence and that he was okay with that.

“Wanna have your cum all over my fingers.”

You finish with a moan of his name and it’s enough to easily push him over the edge, his hips stilling in a buck as he warmly finishes over your closed palm. As you continue to milk him to a halt, you undoubtedly don’t miss the small repeated huffs of ‘love you’ that Onyankopon was staining into your skin.

Once he comes down from his high, the man places a juxtaposing kiss to the temple of your head.

“God, that was hot. How can I not fuck you after that?”

Onyankopon hasn’t even given you a chance to lear your hand of his milky cum. He’s already fondling your body into an accessible position for him to slide himself into. You let him with no qualms but not without a raspy laugh.

“What happened to No Nut November, huh?”

You say with one of your thighs already being elevated from the crease of your knee. The man shrugs as he preps his cock at your entrance.

“I mean, I’ve already failed, right? Now I can go all out.”

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danikamariewrites · 5 months

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PT2 to bring Feysands housewife, HOSTING FAMILY DINNERS WITH THE INNER CIRCLE 🤭😱 everyone praising you for your cooking, making the living room all cozy for game night, blankies, pillows, candles EVERYWHERE I need this to be my life asap 😩😩 I’m getting worked up just thinking about it

Housewife hc pt 2

Feysand x reader

A/n: I hope you liked part 1 anon ❤️ these two were so cute I loved writing them

Warnings: suggestive at the end

Family night was one of your favorite week nights

As much as you love having Feyre and Rhys to yourself you do love spending time with everyone (even though they are at the house everyday but this is different)

Tonight is all about fun and family. No work talk, no politics, nothing but food and games exist in this little bubble you create every week

The first time family night happened after you moved in you insisted on cooking. Rhys had asked you why since the house could prepare and serve the food. You told him it was nice the house did that but you liked cooking, it felt more personal and like the meal was full of love

You go all out for these dinners too, especially on holidays

You pick the bottles of wine for the night from Rhys’s collection in the cellar

You spend all day preparing ingredients for dinner and your favorite part, dessert

Once everyone gets to the house you bring out a small appetizer that Cassian is always the first to dig in to. That male can eat and he loves your cooking

Everyone mingles giving you time to lay out everything. You announce dinner once all the dishes are steamy and set

Something you pride yourself on is a well set dining table. Rhys has such pretty plates that he keeps in an cabinet and they deserve to be used along with the matching wine glasses and silverware

Everyone thanks you for making dinner and says how delicious everything smells

Cassian and Mor always give over the top reactions to your food. Elain always compliments you too and begs you to let her cook with you so she can learn your recipes

You love sharing recipes with her, especially for the pastries she makes. That girl is a bread wizard you’ll never understand how she does it

The conversation flows with the brothers and Lucien talking about what they’ve been up to at home. Lucien has been building Elain a green house while Az has taken on the project of building Gwyn her own library/lounge

You, Feyre, Nesta, and Gwyn chat about the newest Sellyn Drake book

You even talk with Amren about a new puzzle Arian got her

You and Amren have a special relationship. Amren wasn’t sure of you and your intentions with Rhys and Feyre, especially Rhys since it’s her job to look out for him and the court. Although she scared you you always made it a point to be kind to her

Months after the war she was still complaining about how she hadn’t really found food she liked. You offered to cook for her and the room went silent. Cassian and Azriel giving you a ‘do you really want to do that’s look. Amren gave you a curious, assessing look. Like she was figuring out if you would poison her or not

You just kept giving her your little airhead smile until Amren nodded, “Fine girl. Let’s see if you can make anything I would like.” Ever since then she had been a friend. Besides Rhys and Feyre, Amren is also very protective of you

After dinner you let the house clean up. You hate doing dishes and magic can make them spotless so why not

Moving on to the high light of the night, games!

You set up the living room earlier in the day. You always have to keep Rhys and Feyre out the whole day or they’ll mess up your set up before everyone gets there

You have all the pillows you can find set up on the floor and couches along with blankets so everyone can be comfortable

The large coffee table is moved to the center of the room with the games laid out along with the after dinner wine

You usual start off with a board game in teams, all the couples together while you’re with Feyre and Rhys

If Emerie isn’t there Amren and Mor team up which usually ends with them arguing with who’s in charge of the team

Games tend to get intense, especially card games where you’re all involved

The boys take poker very seriously

Nesta cheats and then loses on purpose to drive them insane

You all lose on purpose so it’s just the boys left, watching them yell at each other like children is so entertaining

Cassian is the biggest complainer before Rhys. He claims Lucien and Azriel have unfair magical advantages that can let them see other cards

Finally, when they’ve had enough of each other and are laughing hysterically everyone mellows out

After one more drink everyone heads to their rooms and Amren heads home

The 3 of you go to your shared room and they pamper you before bed

They do your skin care routine, Feyre braids your hair, and Rhys dresses you in one of his shirts for bed

In bed Feyre and Rhys squish you between them and give you small pecks all over your face and neck and shoulders

“Dinner was wonderful darling, you always do such a good job with family nights. We can’t thank you enough.” “You’re so sweet to do this baby.” They coo at you.

You get shy and blush, trying to hide your face from them

“Hey, don’t hide from us sweet girl. We mean it, y/n. It feels like you keep this family together more than we do.” Rhys says. “Thank you. That means a lot from you two.” You kiss both of them on their cheeks before laying back down

Feyre’s hand trails up your bare leg, tracing small patterns on your thigh

You smirk at her as Rhys attaches his lips to your neck, nipping and licking at you

“I think our sweet girl deserves a reward, don’t you Feyre darling?” “She absolutely does.” She says sweetly, dipping her head to connect her lips with yours

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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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dude your tasm! Peter fics are fucking amazing 😩😩😩. could you write readers first time w/ P.P? Maybe readers insecurities get the best of her but he assures reader that she’s beautiful and the lady for him? sweetness overload but filth?

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Tonight was the night.

You were going to fuck Peter fucking Parker.

In your mind, it was inevitable. You had been dating for going on a year now, and you both had never had sex before. Did he want it? You had always stopped advances before it got too far, especially because you knew he was more experienced than you.

What if you did something wrong, or if you fucked up? What if you were such a whiny virgin that he’d give up on both fucking you and this relationship?

“Y/N? You alright baby?” Peter whispered, pushing back your hair with a slight smile on his face. “You seem… distracted.”

It was your one-year anniversary, how could he think you were distracted? How could you make it seem like you were distracted?

"N-No, no I'm okay," you responded, shifting yourself on his lap and rubbing his thighs. "Sorry, I just started thinking about something. I'm sorry, honey, do you want me to make you another cocktail?"

It wasn't like alcohol affected him at all but got damn did you need one. You go to grab your glass, gasping as he sat up and pushed it out of your grip and onto the table. "What's wrong?"

"I-I was just... I was just thinking."

"About?"

About how you wore your nicest bralette and underwear so it wouldn't be too obvious that you had gone lingerie shopping, and you made sure it matched. About how it would feel when he started prepping you, your cunt foreign to any other hand other than yours.

"I-I... I just... I'm thinking."

"About what?" He stroked your cheek, tilting his head. "Talk to me. Please."

"Peter, I've never had sex before." You finally whispered, inhaling shakily. "I-I... I want to do good for you, but I don't know how, and I am so sorry. I want to make you feel good, and I want to make sure that you feel-"

"You're a virgin?" He asked, head tilted before he started to smile. "You're a virgin, baby?"

"Oh, don't say it like that!" You groaned, trying to stand up before he tightened his grip on your hips.

"How else do I say it, baby?" He teased slightly before he saw your red cheeks and watering eyes. "Oh, baby, I’m sorry. No, I didn’t mean to tease you, I just… you know that I joke around, I’m sorry.”

“I just-” you inhale deeply, shaking your head. “I want to make you feel good, tell me what to do.”

"No." Peter lifted you up easily, taking the two of you to your room and laying you on your back. "This is your first time, not mine. I'm going to make you feel good, darling, what do you like? Hm? Do you know what you like?"

You paused, shaking your head before he smiled. "N-No, I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry, baby? Don't be sorry, we just have to figure it out together." He smiled as you nodded, inhaling shakily before he pulled your legs apart, smiling. "Are you already getting wet?"

Of course you were - it was him. He was beautiful, perfect in every way, and for fucks sake- how couldn't he turn you on? You gasped as he started to take off your pants, ducking down to press kisses against your thighs, soft and hot making your legs shake.

"Calm down, baby. Are you ready? We can do this another day, there's absolutely no rush-"

"No!" You say immediately, shaking your head. "I want this. Please."

He nodded, inhaling deeply. "You just tell me if you want me to stop, okay? I'll stop if it ever gets too much, you just say-"

"Spidey."

"Spidey?"

"Yes," you said, nodding. "I-If I say spidey, stop, because you know I get nervous and I'll probably say stop a lot, so don't. Okay?"

He nodded, watching as you lifted your hips before slipping off you panties, a loud groan leaving his lips. "Fuck, Y/N, you're so pretty."

"Oh, don't say that," it was slightly embarrassing, his tongue grazing over your slit making your hips buck. It was hot and warm, slick and slightly uncomfortable until it flattened out, a loud groan falling from your lips. "P-Peter, it's hot!"

"It's my tongue baby, you don't like it?" He pulled away, a little sad that you didn't like it because you tasted so good. "Do you want my fingers instead?"

"C-Can you use both?" You whisper, inhaling sharply as his flattened tongue licks up your slit, spreading your arousal up to your clit where his lips firmly latched on. His teeth graze the sensitive bud as your legs hooked over his shoulders, his fingers slowly rubbing up and down.

It was weird and slightly foreign, a gasp falling from your lips as his finger slowly pushed into you, your walls immediately clamping down on his digits. You inhale sharply, eyes rolling back as he pushed his pointer finger in knuckle by knuckle until he rubbed the tip of his finger against that tougher spot inside of you.

"W-Wait, fuck, stop! Stop, that feels weird, fuck!" It did feel weird, but it felt so fucking good, his finger slowly pulling out.

"I'm sorry, did it hurt? I'm sorry-"

"Why did you stop?" You whisper, panting as you sat up slightly. "I didn't say the safe word."

He laughed, shaking his head. "You're so fucking hot."

You giggle, propping yourself up with pillows as he pulled your legs a little lower down the top of his back, humming as he slid a finger back into you, not pausing to slip another inside as well. It makes you choke, walls clamping down and tightening painfully, tears pricking your eyes in a mix of pain and discomfort.

"W-Wait, seriously, wait! I-It hurts, Peter it hurts-!"

"I need you to relax, baby, if you don't relax it's going to hurt," he whispered, shaking his head as he pressed soft kisses to your clit. It makes your cunt flutter, whimpers falling from your mouth. "Please baby, just relax, I'm here. I promise it won't hurt if you just relax. Just please, please, I don't want it to hurt you."

"I-I'm trying," you whisper, his other hand rubbing your thigh softly as he hummed against your clit. "I-I can't, I can't."

"No baby, you can, I know you can," he pressed kisses repeatedly against your clit, tongue sliding over as his thumb rubbed pushed up and rubbed soft circles against the area below your clit. "Just relax, okay? Breathe for me, okay? In and out."

You exhale loudly, gasping just as loud before groaning, bucking your hips unconsciously, whining loudly whenever they pushed deeper inside of you. Even then, it was uncomfortable, his fingers just inside of you.

"M-Move them, Peter, please." You whimpered, gasping as he did as you said, slowly pushing in and out, in and out of you. His fingers shined with your arousal, reflecting the moonlight as you watched them disappear inside of you.

You couldn't see them, but you could feel them, oh you could feel every inch of his fingers inside of you, long and deep inside of you as his mouth continued to stay hot and slick against your cunt, letting his spit collect all around your wet cunt. You could feel your eyes roll back when your stomach began twisting, feeling as though something was on your chest as another finger slipped easily inside of you, your body relaxed once the knot snapped, and your vision blurred.

You didn't even know that you had cum until he pulled his fingers out, sucking and licking as your hips unconsciously bucked into his. It was different - cumming on another person's fingers, better.

"P-Pete, we're not done, right?" You whisper as he sits up, leaning back on his feet as he unzipped his pants.

"Well, I assume you want us to keep going," he laughed slightly, raising a brow as he pumped his cock. "You're soaked."

"Oh, don't be like that!" You basically wailed in embarrassment, gasping as he slowly pushed into you, fixing your legs around his waist and leaning forward to press his lips against yours. "F-Fuck, Peter! Y-You're bigger than your fingers, fuck!"

He laughed making you giggle, shaking his head as he stroked your hair softly, eyes watering. "For fucks sake, you're so tight. Oh, you're doing so good for me baby, just breathe."

You did as he said, but your steady breathing was interrupted by his powerful thrusts, pushing his cock in and out of you so deep that you could barely focus on anything else. "N-No, holy fuck, y-you're fucking me so good!"

"You're taking me so well, darling, you're doing so good," he pressed a soft kiss to your lips as his hips speed up uncontrollably, his tip grazing that one part inside of you that just made your hips buck in desperation. "I-I'm close, I'm so close darling-"

"Don't pull out, don't pull out," you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks in a mix of both pleasure and maybe some overstimulation. This was your first time, and he was doing so good, so fucking good.

"I won't baby, I won't," he pressed his lips firmly to yours, one sharp thrust making you cum all over his cock again and his hips stutter, a loud groan falling from his lips as he came inside of you. "Fuck."

"P-Peter, can we take a break?" You could see it in his eyes that he wasn't done yet, but you needed a pause, even if it was just a small one.

"Of course, baby, you did so good, so fucking good for me," he pressed another kiss to your lips, laughing. "Oh, did I make it a good first time? I didn't like-"

"You made it a perfect first time." You say, nodding with a giggle. "I hope you're my last, too."

"Oh honey, I will be," he said, smiling as he stroked your cheek. "I swear to you. You did so good."

"I love you, Peter."

"I love you, baby."

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dreamersville · 11 months

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heyyy boo🥹🩷 can you do like some hcs or drabbles on how the hashiras would come home to you sleeping at night after a long misson🙏🏾🙏🏾 like maybe they try to like slip in the bed and reader wakes up??...or not- whatever come to your beautiful mind really😩.

preferably with tengen, sanemi, and mitsuri 🤭

thank youuuu❤️❤️

an? im soooo soo sorry about mitsuri missing, the blanks i was drawing when i seen her name is really insane and thats why it took so long for this to come out ..but she still not in the post..ANYWAYS i hope this was to your liking my love💜 and again i am very sorry for the wait, request are open

pairings? tengen black reader, sanemi x black reader

tw? cursing, mention of a fall lmk if there is anything else

Tengen — walks in the kitchen/dining area where you were laying at a desk, head in your hands, in what looks like an uncomfortable position. Ink spots on your hands and now face. From the scattered paper on the desk and the numerous ink spots around the desk, he can conclude that you were writing him a letter, again. He walks up to you snorting as you shift to lay your head right next to some ink, quickly stepping in set on stopping your head from touching the ink spot. You nuzzle your face into his hand more chasing the warmth from it. He uses his other hand to brush your braids back from your head, taking a quick glance around the table to see where your bonnet is. Gathering the braids in his hand he maneuvers you better so he could wrap them in the bonnet. Wrapping your braids so that he could place your bonnet on your head, giving your forehead a kiss when he is finished. Makio is probably standing in the doorway watching the scene with soft eyes, a blanket thrown over her shoulder with the intention to place it around your shoulders. She comes over and gives you and tengen a kiss on the cheek, places the blanket over your body as you turn around to curve into tengens body. You always take it the hardest when tengens goes out on these long missions so your wives take it upon themselves to pay more attention to you to make sure that you are okay. Tengen knows this also so you're the first one he seeks out when coming home from a mission. It's in moments like these where he feels lucky to have all of you. You stir in your sleep mumbling about “why tf your gumbo taste like that?” girl- Tengen smiled to himself as he readjust his hold on you as he picks you talking to your yall room so that he could lay you down with the rest of his wives. You shuffle under the covers, scooting closer to Suma looking to replace the warmth you just lost. Tengen maneuvers everyone so that he is in the middle with two on his left and two on his right, extending his arms out so that he could embrace his wives all at once, relaxing once he's sure that you all are all here and accounted for. Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding in, he hums as he is lulled into a gentle sleep.

Sanemi — comes in from a long mission with a jittering feeling under his skin. Although he's been on longer missions than this one this was the first time he was coming back to you. Discarding his shoes and most of his clothes at the door, he intends to go take a shower knowing how much you dislike “the smell of outside” whatever tf that is, but he wouldn't wanna be on your bad side when he just got back, so he is going to grumble his stinky ass through that good shower, coming out more relaxed than expected. Slightly rushing now that he finally finna be able to get you back in his arms. In his rush he trips over a shirt that you must have taken off before you got in the bed, in a haste to catch himself, he does some of move so that most of the impact from the fall is more so towards left side trying to be as quiet as possible. rolling onto his stomach, he sees your toes mere inches away from his face. You were just going to use the bathroom, you didn't expect to see sanmei there on the floor. Still in your half sleep state you step around sanemi and county on your way to the bathroom. It is only when you're washing your hands and feel the water on your feet that you realize somebody `had used the shower recently but who? It was only you here .. you slowly open the door and see your husband still on the floor, now the dots are starting to connect.. You chuckled to yourself then went and helped him up eager to get him bed now that you realized he was finally back. As you are making an attempt to try and help sanemi, he jumps up and stares at you, until you run into his arms knocking him a few feet back as he has to stumble to fall on his ass again. Sanemi it's time to for you to go back to sleep, but you wouldn't relinquish him from your hold on him so he turn the bathroom light off, leaving the mess of water to dry up and makes his way to your bedroom, maneuvering into the bed in a way that doesn't disturb you since you decided that you were going to go back to sleep now that you had your man in your arms, adjusting you and himself so that you were being big spooned by him. You were laying on right arm while his left was slowly stroking up and down your leg, allowing himself to hold you before he drifts off the dream land

once again hoped you enjoyed my lovee <33. request are open

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i4bellingham · 1 year

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AFTER BEDTIME: jamal musiala x reader

cw: suggestive content, allusion to previous sexual intercourse, petnames, sappy couple eugh (jk jk), kissing, (probably) incorrect engloish to german translation bcs i unfortunately don’t speak the language, lmk if i missed anything

i’m a sucker for the morning after type of fics so i just had to do my own 😩 and with our favorite german boyfriend ofc

A heavy weight was settled across your torso, hot breath fanning on your chest as you slowly opened your sleepy eyes, letting the morning light of the sun welcome you with its warm glare.

You turn your head off to your chest, seeing the short mop of curly hair of your boyfriend as he slept soundly above you.

You reach a hand to rub the bare skin of his back, one hand reaching out to run your fingers through his hair which emitted a satisfied sigh to leave Jamal’s lips as he adjusted himself above you, most likely being awaken from your actions.

Not even a minute later and he's rolling onto his stomach, bleary-eyed as he stares at you.

“Good morning.” Jamal greets with a small smile, propping up his left hand and placing his head on his palm. “How was your sleep?”

“Morning you blanket hog.” You greet back with a playful roll of your eyes, teasing him about the way he's got himself wrapped up in your supposedly shared blanket during your sleep.

Jamal takes the blanket that was wrapped across his midsection, giving you a fleeting view of the black boxers he slipped on last night before he’s throwing the blanket over your body and proceeding to wrap you in his arms in a burrito.

“This alright babe?”

You playfully knock your head against his, whining at him to let go of you as your arms began to grow numb from having him partially lay on them.

Jamal laughs melodiously at your protest and instead of unwrapping you from his inconvenient burrito, he actually lays his entire body over yours with your feet entangled together, his face buried on the crook of your neck.

“Oh my god I’m gonna die of suffocation if you don’t move right now.” You pout as you lay helplessly underneath your playful boyfriend. “J, move...”

“Nooooo...” Jamal whines against you, biting the skin in between your neck and shoulders. “This is my payback for the scratches you placed on my back.”

“But that was because of a good reason!”

Jamal huffs as he pokes your sides. “I know... but I still wanna do this for a few minutes because you're comfortable, more comfortable than the bed itself.”

You loudly exhale through your nose, finally conceding defeat as you let your boyfriend lay down on you. But of course his time ran out after an entire three minutes before you're back to wiggling underneath him.

“Let me check your back, love.”

Jamal finally relents after having his own version of fun, rolling away before sitting down in front of you with his back facing you.

Red streaks ran from the base of his neck up until his midsection, some of the angry red lines going as far as inside his boxer shorts and they for sure looked painful. You purse your lips apologetically, leaning down to kiss Jamal's cheeks as an apology.

“Do they hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Not as much as it looks.”

You began rummaging through your bedside table, grabbing a cooling tube from the cabinet before twisting the cap open and squirting some of the blue gel onto your palms. You rub the product across his back, silently taking in the hard muscles that ran prominent on his skin as he stretched after you're done with the cooling gel.

Planting a kiss on his shoulder, you wrap your legs around his waist. “How does it feel now?”

“Feels quite nice actually.” Jamal replies as he places a hand on one of your ankles. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. “Any plans for today miss beautiful?”

You stow away the cooling gel, keeping it back inside the cabinet before you leave the bed.

“Nothing in particular no, why?”

Jamal lays on his back, leaning himself against the stack of pillows he had created as a support underneath his elbows, his eyes following your every move as you began slipping on one of his shirts.

“Well I was thinking...” He trails off, piquing your interest as his silence ensues.

You raise a brow while pulling a pair of jogging pants over your legs. “Yes?”

Jamal leaves the bed before he stands behind you, one hand holding the hem of your shirt up from behind and the other securing the tie of your pants with one hand.

“We have training in the afternoon today and I was thinking... if you would like to come with me?” He sheepishly asks as he holds you by the waist, placing his chin over your shoulder. He plants a kiss on your right cheek, mumbling against your skin. “Will you please go to training with me? Bitte, meine Liebe?” (Please, my love?)

Shifting your hand over his, you nod your head yes, slightly tilting your head to the side to meet Jamal’s eyes that was already on you.

“But... we leave after the Warriors game.”

Your boyfriend dramatically sighs, kissing your cheek once more before he moves away to find a shirt and one of his shorts in the closet beside you.

“You really know how to entice me with your preposition.”

“It’s the Stephen Curry effect, my love.” You tease before handing him a pair of clean socks he usually dons at home as he throws on one of his shirts with a training short.

“You literally like Jordan Poole though?” He muses, scrunching his brows before he sees you chuckling as you walk to the door.

“But not as much as I love you J. You know I love you more than I like JP.” You counter, shooting him finger guns before blowing him a kiss and a wink.

Jamal amusingly laughs as he follows after you to the door.

“Well I really do hope my girlfriend would prefer me over her current favorite hooper.”

You hook your arm around his, tip-toeing to press a kiss on his cheek as the both of you leave his bedroom.

“Always you J, always you.”

a/n: guess my favorite nba team and my favorite nba players 😩 it's not very obvious i swear to you

#☆ i4bellingham writes.#☆ jamal musiala #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala fanfiction #jamal musiala x you #jamal musiala imagine #jamal musiala fanfic

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suckthatskittlebiiitch · 1 year

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"You know you're mine, right?"

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × !Black Reader

Warning" Smut! Dirty talk, light slapping (ooh la la 😩)

A/N: Honestly im back In my daryl dixon slut Era and I won't apologize for it.

Summary: Daryl and a few others went on a run for supplies but came back with a few new faces. One of which had her lips against daryl's cheek...

"Where the hell are they?! It's been, " You checked the clock on the wall adjacent to the window you were currently peaking through the curtains of. "3 hours!! Oh my god, what if something happened?! See, I knew I should've gone. WHY DID I listen to Rick?!!" You huffed. Honestly, it hadn't been that long, but it felt like it. "Y/n girl, it's only been like maybe 45 mins tops." Rosita chuckled at your impatience. She knew how worrisome you got when it came to your family being out so long... especially a certain archer you've been dating for the past 4 yrs.

Before you could say anything the sound of the gates opening up caught your attention. "MOVE THATS THEM!!" you yelled pushing, but not trying to; Rosita out the way and opened the front door, jogging down the steps of your home to see who's coming through those big metal doors. Worry and anticipation crept through your body as you hoped to see everyone walk in safe and together. Thankfully that was the case but there were also new faces you didn't expect to see.

Two men, 2 women, 3 children all looking exhausted and scared. One however that wasn't included did not....your man, your archer daryl dixon.

He gave a half smile as he looked up seeing you waiting for him, you wanted to run and smother him with kisses but couldn't because he had a woman who was limping on his shoulder. Ah okay no biggie you thought...until

"T-thank you so much, we couldn't have made it without you 4." She smiled up at him and kissed him on the cheek. Daryl wasn't expecting such a form of gratitude and frankly...you wasn't either.

"Y-yeah yer welcome.." he mumbled. Daryl took a few steps not so subtle steps from her, but ms ma'am didn't take the hint.

"let me return the favor to you somehow-"

"I know you can return it by backing the fuck up from my man" you hissed with folded arms across your chest. The woman looked taken back and quickly returned the favor in question. Her hands were now in front of her. Daryl chuckled while shaking his head. "Sunshine..."

"we'll take them to the infirmary to get checked out and questioned," Michonne said with a smirk as she, Abraham, and Glenn took the others away.

Daryl wrapped an arm around your shoulders, kissed your head then tapped you on the ass silently telling you to follow him to your shared home. Once inside he shut the door with his foot. "Always so firey ain't cha baby" he drawled

"Only when I see a woman touching what's mine, from the root of your head down to the bottom of ya feet that's aaalll mine baby..now" You walked up to him pushing his crossbow off his shoulder then gently set it on the table nearby before jumping into his arms.

Daryl caught you in his big strong arms and slapped your ass with one hand. "M' all yours mama ain't gotta worry bout nobody taken me from ya" he kissed you softly on the lips. The kiss turned into more when you gripped the back of his head making him grunt. Daryl carried you over to the couch laying you down roughly.

He sat up to make quick work of taking off his shirt and undoing his jeans while you did the same with yours. You pulled him down to kiss him again and bite at his lip making him moan. "Fuck woman.."

"oh don't worry baby, im going to do just that" With a sly grin you pushed him against the couch to straddle him, hovering above his throbbing head just a little before sliding down slowly. You both moan in unison, he was so thick and you felt full every time. Your hips started rocking back and forth, the wetter you were the better it felt.

"who's dick is this Daryl?" he moaned and started bouncing on him. He gripped your hips grunting and moaning. "it's yours...fuck..yours..baby" he mumbled. You slapped him lightly. "can't hear you dixon..who's. dick. is. this." your hips moved faster, and moans were getting louder as that tightening feeling was coming.

"Dicks yours sunshine..take that dick..dirty fucking slut" Daryl slapped your ass then pulled you down into a rough kiss.

"Mmmmm yes..yes fuck baby i-IM CUMMING!!!" he held you close as you both came simultaneously. Heavy breathing came from the both of you, as he turned you over so he could lay down with you on top of him his dick still inside your pussy.

"See...had to..remind you who you belong to" You panted and kissed his chest then his neck. Daryl nodded as he lightly traced a pattern on your back, a smirk on his face.

"Still a lil fuzzy...might need another reminder"

#daryl dixon x black reader #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon × female reader #daryl dixon x reader

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Could you do one where y/n is like choking on elvis’ cock and her older cousin walks in and elvis is at his climax when he comes all on her face and her brother tells the parents

Thank you for the request! ❤️

Warning: not that this needed an obvious warning but uh oral gets kinda filthy and rough. Reader is also a virgin, young, naive, submissive. Daddy kink bc I obviously can’t ever stray from that 😩

You were the first girl Elvis laid his eyes on when he got back from the army and he was taken with you in an instant. He wasted no time asking you out and ever since then the two of you had been sneaking around. You spent most of your time together at Graceland as you begun secretly dating Elvis for a few months and you didn’t even tell your closest friends in fear that your parents would find out. Not only would they not approve because it was Elvis Presley, but he was a bit older than you even though that wasn’t a thing people stressed about around this time, you knew your parents they would make that the reason why you couldn't date him when really they just didn't like Elvis. You had just turned eighteen when you had caught his eye and he was twenty-five, but the little age difference didn't matter to either of you one bit. It only made him slip into a more dominant behavior with you. You hadn't slept with him yet because he wasn't ready to take things that far with you, he wanted to keep you his innocent little girl until the time felt right. But that didn't mean the two of you didn't have fun in other ways with his heavy petting and usual dry humping. Which ultimately led to the two of you giving one another oral, which Elvis jumped at the chance to teach you.

Lately he had been asking about you taking him to your house because he was curious as what it looked like and what your room looked like. He wanted to meet your family as well but he knew that wasn't going to happen in case they didn't approve of him and he wasn't going to let anything jeopardize his relationship with you. You had been laying in his bed curled up beside him as your head rested on his chest and your fingers tracing over him. He had asked once again about seeing your house and room. You tilted your head up, resting your chin on his chest as you let out a soft laugh. "Why do you want see my room so bad?" you smiled. He shrugged with a small smile as his arm tightened around you. "I just wanna see what my baby's room looks like.. I bet there's posters of me.." he grinned. You rolled your eyes playfully. "Maybe.." you hummed as you got a bit flustered because you did have a few. He smiled at the sight of your blush. "Aw, little, that's adorable." he beamed and you hid your face in his chest letting out a cute huff.

You glanced back up at him. "My parents are picking my older brother up from college tomorrow.. Maybe I can sneak you in for a bit. But we gotta go before they get back." you said softly. He had wide smile on his face now and nodding slowly. "Sounds good to me." he said softly. You glanced over at the alarm clock on his bedside table and seeing it was nearly 7:00pm, you climbed off his bed to put your clothes back on that he had taken off. "I should probably go home now, daddy." you said watching his happy expression turn to a sad one as it always did when you had to leave, having one of his friends drop you off when it got too late. He nodded letting out a soft sigh as he sat up. "Charlie's gonna take ya home. C'mere, little one." he said softly. You walked over to his side of the bed and he pulled you toward him, placing a soft kiss to your lips and you smiled widely kissing him back. "What time are your parents leaving?" he asked, brushing his fingers through your hair. "I think about 10am." you mumbled, nodding. "Okay, I'll see ya then, baby." he said stealing another kiss from your lips before you headed downstairs where Charlie was waiting to escort you home.

The next day had come and you were up early just so you could see exactly when your parents left. You had showered and gotten dressed it was a hot day in Memphis and since you and Elvis had planned to go out, you wanted to wear something comfortable so you opted for a pair of short shorts and a white button up blouse with the sleeves cut off and a pair of flats. It was nearing 9:30am and you were waiting patiently for your parents to leave and as you did you decided to call up Elvis to see if he was even awake. You grabbed the phone that sat on your nightstand and dialing the number to Graceland and placing the phone to your ear as the line shrilled, one of the guys picking up and you recognized the voice immediately. "Hey Joe, do you know if Elvis is awake?" you asked. "Oh hey, Y/N, I think he is I'll let him know you're on the phone." he said as he placed you on hold. You hummed softly to yourself as you waited on the phone and suddenly hearing a click after a moment and someone picking up.

"Lil' one?" Elvis says softly. You smiled widely when you heard his sleepy voice. "Did I wake you?" you say quietly. "Course not, sugar. I woke up a little while ago." he mumbles. "Oh okay. You sound so cute." you giggled. He smiled to himself. "Mm.. Have your parents left yet, baby?" he asked. "Not yet, but I think they're just about to." you say and suddenly hearing the front door opening and then a car door closing. "Wait!" you exclaimed taking the phone with you as you walked over to the window. "They're leaving!" you say excitedly with a small giggle. He chuckled softly on the other end. "You're so cute. I'll be over in a bit, my sweet girl." he mumbled. "Okay." you smiled as you both hung up and you quickly started to tidy up your room a bit and hiding anything embarrassing and just super teenage stuff that you would die if Elvis ever saw like a small journal you had that had his name scribbled all over it. It was bad enough you had stuffed animals on your bed. You didn't need anything else making you feel like such a child around him.

Elvis had Lamar drop him off at your house almost 30 minutes later and he was going to wait down the block, you had heard the car pulling up, peeking your head out the window from the living room he arrived sporting his usual fashion looking handsome as ever and you ran to the door already meeting him before he even got a chance to knock and he laughed when he saw you. "Well hello." he grinned and he raised an eyebrow when he saw your outfit. "Are ya wearing that out, baby?" he asked seeing how short your shorts were on you. "Well.. Yeah, it's a hot day. Why? You don't like it?" you pouted. "Oh, I-I like it, but I don't want anyone else likin' it." he teased. "Do you want me to change?" you asked. "Of course not, little. Now are ya gonna give me the tour or what?" he laughed. You smiled at him and grabbed a hold of his hand, shutting the door behind him once he stepped inside and you began to give him a tour of your house, it wasn't quite as grand as Graceland but he made it seem as if it was the best thing he'd seen. On the last stop of the tour you saved your bedroom for last.

"Now don't make fun of me when I show you my room.." you said softly, chewing on your bottom lip. He smirked and nodded his head slowly as you opened the door and the two of you walked inside, he looked around and grinning to himself at how cute it was and seeing the posters of himself on the walls which caused him to chuckle softly and then he glanced over at your bed seeing your little stuffed animals, which he thought was even cuter. You stood behind him watching him looking at everything, nervously playing with your hands. "I plan to change it soon.. Y'know something more adult since I'm a grown woman now." you blurted out, not actually having plans to change anything, but just saying that to seem more grownup. He raised eyebrow at your words and he turned around to face you, stepping toward you and placing his right index finger beneath your chin and making you look at him, his voice low and accent thicker then usual. "Baby, you ain't a woman yet.." he smirked.

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth and staring innocently up at him as you began to blush, knowing exactly what he meant. He kissed your cheek before he began to look over your room again and then starting to look through some of your things and you quickly ran to stop him when he tried to open your nightstand drawer. He laughed as a smirk appeared on his lips. "You hidin' things from me, little one?" he questioned. You shook your head. "No.." you whispered. "Then move.." he hummed. You had nothing to hide besides that pesky journal with his name scribbled everywhere. "I don't wanna.." you pouted. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and he lifted you up over his left shoulder. "Daddy, put me down!!" you squealed, kicking your legs and squirming in his grip, giggling. He chuckled reaching into the drawer and grabbing the journal and he spanked your ass with it a few times with it. Another cute squeal escaping your lips before he set you back down on the floor and he plopped down on your bed with the journal. "That was cruel!" you huffed seeing him quickly skim through the small book and seeing his name scribbled all over pages, he just thought it was the cutest thing in the world, he wouldn't dare read anything in it not wanting to invade your privacy in that way.

He sat the journal on the table, smiling from ear to ear. "Why'd you wanna hide that? I think it's adorable you had a little crush on me, baby." he says softly, patting his lap for you. You stepped closer toward him and sat down in his lap, slipping your arms around his shoulders, shrugging a bit. "I don't know.. It just seemed.. embarrassing." you whispered. "Ah, stop it, little.. I love it." he smiled, his left arm around your waist tight while his right hand moved slowly up and down between your thighs as he slowly bounced you on his lap with his shaky leg, your arms clung around his shoulders, not wanting to let him go. The sight of your little shorts riding up further and the way he was bouncing you on his lap was causing him to pitch a tent in his pants as he grew semi hard. He leaned toward you to press a few kisses to your neck and he adjusted you on his lap making you feel how hard you had made him against your ass. You giggled softly feeling his bulge pressed firmly against you. "Mm.. Maybe we can fool around a bit before your parents get back.." he whispered in your ear. Your hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, taking a moment to think about that because the last thing you wanted was to be caught. “Hm okay, but then we should go." you nodded.

"'Course, baby.. Wanna play with little Elvis?" he asked with a smirk, running his thumb across your pretty lips. "Daddy wants to feel that mouth of yours 'round him.." he hummed softly. You giggled cutely, nodding your head eagerly, you had enjoyed 'playing' with little Elvis as he referred to it and each time you had you only got better at pleasing him. He kissed your lips softly, his tone demanding and stern. "Get on your knees, little..." he whispered on your lips. You nodded, slipping out of his embrace and watching as he spread his legs open as you sunk down to the floor and the carpet brushing up against your bare knees harshly. You watched as he unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants down just enough to get his cock that was aching for relief out of pants. You watched as his cock sprang out and he was fully hard now and you were always in awe of his cock, licking over your lips happily. His hands brushing your hair behind your ears, smiling at you. You reached your right hand up to wrap around his cock and you opened your mouth just enough to stick your tongue out and pulling back his foreskin as you swirled your tongue around his wet swollen tip, a soft groan leaving his lips.

You licked over his tip tasting his precum on your tongue and then lifting his cock a bit to drag your tongue along the shaft, keeping your eyes on him the entire time and he continued to play with your hair and petting you gently as he tried to choke back a groan. You licked your way back up to his tip and parted your lips a bit more as you took him into your mouth, sucking slowly and making cute little noises as you did as you watched his pleasing expressions as he let out a loud groan. "Oh god.. I love when ya make those sounds for me, baby.." he mewled, his fingers combing lightly through your hair. You slowly began to bob your head on his cock sucking a bit faster and stroking him at the same time, your saliva slowly gathering around your mouth as a bit leaked onto his cock, the wet sounds of you sucking becoming little louder, his hands grasping tighter around your hair. "Fuck.." he moaned his eyes gazing into your innocent ones as they stared up at him. He smirked brushing one of his hands against your face. "My sweet girl.." he hummed.

"Will ya let daddy fuck ya throat a lil', baby?" he whispered. A small 'Mhm' escaping your mouth around his cock, he grinned as he brought his hand down to rub over your throat gently . "Remember just relax for me.." he said softly. Then he moved your hands off him and you planted them flat against the carpet as he wrapped his big hands around your head and he slowly began to push his cock into your mouth deeper and the moment he hit your throat he made a soft gag erupt from your mouth and your hands clutching onto the carpet. "Oh fuck.. That's it, baby.." he groaned. Slowly pushing his cock in deeper as you kept your throat relaxed enough until you made his cock disappear and you swallowed him down forcing you to breath through your nose, his breathing suddenly heavy as he whimpered softly, your nails digging into the carpet now as tears rolled down your face and you kicked your feet a little, gagging and choking softly around his cock as your saliva pooled out of your mouth and dripped down onto the floor. "Goddamn, little one.." he moaned loudly. He began to slowly fuck your throat watching as each time his cock thrusted in and out of your mouth it became more and more covered in your saliva.

The pornographic sounds that escaped your mouth only turned him on more with how obscene and nasty they were and he moaned louder and his panting growing heavier. He let you up for a moment for air and you gasped loudly trying to suck in as much oxygen as possible, your mouth dripping with saliva. "Mm.. Your throat feels so good.. C'mere..." he growled as he was grabbing your head and shoving his cock back down your tight throat. Each time he thrusted into you his balls slapped against your chin and your body convulsed and jolted as you choked around him, your eyes shut tight as more tears flowed from them, a small squeal escaping you with how rough he was being. "Ah.. Oh god..." he whimpered. Neither of you had heard your parents pulling into the drive way and getting out of the car along with your older brother who was excited to catch up with his little sister. Your parents calling out to you but receiving no answer, you couldn't hear a thing over your own noises and Elvis' groans. So your brother decided just to go upstairs and surprise you.

You were still in the middle of gagging on Elvis' cock as he fucked your mouth deep, he was so close to cumming as he plunged his cock once more down your throat, not only was your mouth and your chin covered with your own saliva, you were also a whimpering, moaning and crying mess. "Oh-Oh god.. I-I'm gonna cum, baby... Fuck.." he groaned. Just as Elvis was pulling his cock out of your mouth that's when your brother had walked in on the two of you and he was completely horrified with what he was witnessing and who he was realized he was staring at, you had no idea he was standing there. Elvis saw him and couldn't help but have that asshole smirk of his plastered on his face as he covered your face in loads of his thick cum, groaning loudly as his eyes rolled back, licking your lips to taste his cum. "Y/N!! What the fuck??" your brother yelled, he was mortified and there was no way he was going to be able to even look at you after this. You jumped at the sound of your brothers voice and letting out a scream, Elvis laughed a bit. "I'm telling mom and dad!" he shouted. "No, please!" you begged as you began to freak out but he was already gone.

"Goddamnit.." Elvis mumbled under his breath as he pulled his pants back up and buckled them. You were frantic and you ran over to shut the door, locking it to give the two of you sometime to figure out what to do, you ran to your bathroom to clean yourself off quickly trying to get rid of any trace of Elvis' cum and you came running back out. "You need to go." you said in a serious tone. "B-But baby... Where do you want me to go??" he said softly. "You're gonna have to climb out the window. Go!" you whispered as you could hear the footsteps coming up the steps. Elvis went to open the window, looking back at you. "Come with me, little. He's the only one who saw us, if ya leave before they get up here they probably won't believe him." he whispered. Oddly enough what Elvis was saying actually made sense. Who would believe Elvis Presley was in your bedroom? Or that you were giving him a blowjob? It sounds ridiculous.

So you hurried to the window and the drop wasn't too far from the ground, so Elvis carefully climbed down first and stood there with his arms out for you as he watched you climb out the window. You did your best to close the window some before you began to get a bit scared and decided to just leave it. "Careful now, little.” he whispered up to you. You've never done anything like this before and it was such a rush despite your small fear. When you eventually got closer to the ground Elvis wrapped his arms around your legs and helped you down. He took your hand and the two of you went running down the block to where Lamar was parked that by time your parents and your brother managed to get into your locked bedroom the two of you were already by the car. Elvis cupped your face in his hands. "You okay, little one?" he mumbled breathlessly. You nodded at him as you were catching your breath, smiling. “I’m okay, daddy.” You hummed. He planted a soft kiss to your lips before the two of you hurried into the car. Elvis yelling at Lamar to drive and the two of you realizing what you just did once you had gotten away with it and you couldn’t help but start laughing together as you clung to his side. Elvis was an easy way to get yourself into some trouble and part of you loved the thrill of that.

This went from cute to REAL FILTHY to cute. lmaooo

#elvis presley #elvis x y/n #elvis x reader #elvis x you #elvis fluff #elvis imagine #requested

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