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shotmrmiller · 5 months

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Mistress.

Pairings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x AFAB!Reader

TW: femdom! reader, slight degradation?, complete and utter submission, masturbation

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Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a hulking giant of a man, a solid figure of authority on base and the reaper itself on the field, passing through the enemy like smoke, taking their lives with him— had a big secret. To find out, even by chance, is a death sentence.

Simon on leave always went home to an empty flat. He just doesn't have the time to meet anyone, and he figures no one would want to have a relationship with someone who leaves for months on end and with little to no communication. But that didn't mean he did not want someone to spoil. Shower them with gifts and the money he accumulated over years of serving because he never had any time to spend it on anything other than basic necessities.

So once he was home, he indulged in his secret. His Mistress. You.

Sending £800 to your bank account, he sent a text.

'I'm home, Mistress.'

A reply, minutes later.

'You paid your tribute. I'll indulge you just this once, but you ought to remember we work on my schedule, not yours.'

'Of course, my Mistress. I humbly apologize.'

'I will be there in 30. You will not make me wait at the door.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

The Lieutenant was always overlooking something or someone on base, so you were perfect for him. You demanded complete control, and if not given, you took it regardless— and nothing was sweeter than having such a large man submit to you and only you.

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You arrived outside his door, and without knocking just said, 'Simon.'

The front door was opened almost immediately, and you were greeted with Simon on his knees — you'll never get over how delicious he looks submitting to you even though he's so tall his head reaches your hipbones and you're in heels — with a collar already on his neck and the leash's handle on his raised palm. You step inside and watch him close the door.

'Good boy,' you murmur as you take the handle, 'Look at me.'

He lifts his head as you look down at him and you see his blue eyes soften at your outfit— which you'll never admit you purposefully put on, knowing it's his favorite based on past meetings.

You're wearing a pink latex corset dress with the laces tied tight on the entire back of the dress and the length of the dress reaches your upper thigh. For stockings, you have petal pink, sheer stay-ups, and your shoes are 'So Kate' 120mm in the same rosy color— and to finish the look, you've got on a long, black a-line wool coat that you're currently taking off and putting on the coat hanger by the front door.

Leash in hand, you walk towards the leather couch, hearing Simon's jeans dragging on his carpet as he crawls behind you before you turn and sit, crossing your legs.

"Permission to take your heels off, Goddess."

"Permission granted. You know what to do."

He takes your dainty foot in both his hands and presses his lips on your ankle, before moving on to the bridge of your foot. Squeezing the counter of your heel, he pulls it, and your toes slip from the shoebox— he gives a pathetic moan at the sight of your stocking-covered, white nail-polished toes.

Removing your other heel, he grabs both of your feet and places them flat on the floor before, still kneeling, he lowers his head to worship you, peppering kisses anywhere he can put his lips on.

You extend your toes and press them to his forehead, pushing him back up and away from you.

"That's enough."

He immediately kneels back on his haunches, and you look at his face to take in his body language. Pupils so large his iris is a thin blue ring, cheeks red and blotchy, mouth slightly agape as he let out shuddering wispy breaths.

Yanking on his collar, you open your legs and pull him to slot in between them. How his torso blankets your entire body makes your toes curl— and that he's still in a submissive pose and still massive makes your walls clench.

Simon, biting his lower lip, lets out a loud groan— gripping the side of the sofa cushions by your knees as his eyes gaze directly to the apex of your thighs. Right to your unclothed quim. Simon is the only sub that's ever seen you in any state of undress. He's the only one you'd fuck straight into his mattress if he begged, and he never looked so good than when he's begging you for attention.

You entangle your fingers into his ash-brown hair and pull, hard, to make eye contact and say, 'The next time you stare at anything other than my eyes without my explicit permission and I walk. I'll drain your bank account of every single pound and you'll thank me for it before I cut off all contact. This is your first and last warning."

Simon whimpers a pitiful little noise before jerking his head in an aggressive nod.

"Yes, my mistress."

You yank on his hair hard enough to wiggle his head a little and loudly say,

"Yes, my mistress what???"

He swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing, and proclaims, " Yes, my mistress. I am wholly unworthy of your beautiful gift. I deserve absolutely nothing from you."

Biting your lip, you let go of his hair and drag it down towards his jaw to softly cup his cheek.

In a faint, caressing voice you say, "Good boy. Staying in your place is easy once you're reminded of it."

You recline back, shift your eyes down to the monstrous bulge in Simon's pants before pressing your whole foot against his erection— noticing how there's still about 3 inches that your foot doesn't cover, jesus christ—

"What's this, then?", and you push your foot harder into him, and Simon gives a low moan, from deep in his chest— and he lowers his head, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open.

"Well? I asked a question and I did say it in english."

Simon raises his head and his eyes are glossy, scar across the corner of his upper lip whitening with how he thins them before answering.

"Oh, my Mistress, my Queen. I'm just so happy you're here, giving me your complete attention," and in a quieter, vulnerable tone says, "I missed this. Missed you."

That has your heart pounding against your rib cage. You clench your jaw— you cannot show Simon how exhilarated those words make you. You've been harboring the tiniest crush on Simon, and how could you not? Look at him. 6 foot 4, 320 pounds and he submits so beautifully. You'd ruin him. And with the small feel you've gotten from his cock, he'd definitely ruin you. But not now. Simon deserves a reward for being so good and obedient.

"Go on, pet. Show me how much you've really missed me. For you, I'll permit your release." Only for you.

Hands flying to his zipper, he takes his thick, long length out— what a fucking cock it was too, you can't wait to get your hands on it— he starts stroking it, skin bunching up at the flared head on the upstroke and Simon presses his thumb down on his slit. He lets out a hiss as he starts smearing the pre-come around the head and then smooths out the skin on the way down.

Your arm is stretched out holding your weight as you lean to the side, head tilted and you flick your eyes to Simon's face and you startle— Simon's holding direct eye contact, tongue wetting his bottom lip and you can feel heat radiating from your cheeks at the intensity of his stare.

You don't look away though. You stare right into his eyes as the room starts to fill with faster paced, wet, skin slapping noises— and Simon's eyes roll to the back of his head as his eyes close and you look back down to his cock, so hard, swollen red and slippery with his pre-come.

You can hear his teeth grinding together, shoulders stiffening and tattooed forearm vascular with how tight he's squeezing his cock and he chokes out, "Please, Mistress. Let me come, let me come, I'm so close—god"

" Come for your Mistress, Simon. Be a good boy and come for me."

Simon moans loud as his back bows forward and he encircles your ankle with his hand to stabilize himself as his length spurts rope after rope of thick cum inches from your toes— continuously stroking himself through the aftershocks and into oversensitivity.

He puts both palms flat on the floor as he gulps in big shaky breaths, arms trembling slightly. You stand up, carefully stepping around his come, and slip into your heels. Simon raises his head to look at you and— look at that simple, empty expression. You want to sit on that face 'til he repeatedly taps your thick thigh, begging for air— and tell him to clean up his mess. You put on your jacket, close it with the belt and leave.

Your pocket vibrates with a text, and tap the screen to read the text.

Simon: I beg you, my Angel. Let me look at your beautiful pussy as I come, next time.

You: You know what to do.

And then a notification from your bank.

Simon Riley has deposited £4000.

Pressing your phone screen to your chin as hold in a squeal, you cannot wait to get your hands on him.

'Only ever for you.'

A/N: i'd give all the cod boys the gawk gawk without question. at the same time. and valeria can sit on my face til i stop breathing.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod smut #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost simon riley #simon ghost x you #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley smut

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cevansbaby-dove · 4 months

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Mine. 18+

Chris Evans X Reader.

You and Chris have been best friends for a few years and when he asked you over to watch a movie with him you and him get distracted by each other.

A/N Sooo i was chatting with @nicoline1998enilocin and we had some dirty thoughts of Evans like we always do and she sparked this idea so shout out to you girl!

Warnings: Dirty talk, praise kink, reader's first time. Blowjob, handjob.

You grab a plate of pizza making your way over to chris's side on the couch. "Thanks for letting me come over chris" He looks at you with a smile. "Anything for my babygirl"

You smile at his nickname for you, he's been your best friend for years you two have gone to red carpets together, met each other's family and friends everyone sees how you two work so well together some even tease you about not being his girlfriend.

"So handsome what movie did you pick?" He looks at you with a smirk. You laugh. "Oh god don't tell me you picked one of yours" He grins and says. "You bet i did babygirl come on i am handsome in them right?" You roll your eyes playfully. "yea yea! what movie?"

"Ghosted" You sit by him and say. "have i seen this?" he shrugs. "not sure"

You and chris enjoy the time watching his movie then his make out scene comes on making you bite your lip glancing at him.

You move a bit feeling turned on watching that girl kiss him, you two talked about not ruining the friendship even when your friends tease you a lot.

You grab the remote from his hand and turn the tv off. "handsome what are you trying to do?"

he turns and looks at you. "uh?"

"You knew that was in the movie and you didn't tell me?" he takes my hands. "Babygirl i thought you'd like we can watch something else if you want"

You look at him then his lips man you want to kiss them. "Kiss me" you say.

He gives you a weird look. "What?" "kiss me chris please?" he moves closer to you and gives you softly.

Chris lips tasted so good on yours, you wanted more, you needed more.

You deepened the kiss until you both were making out.

His tongue explores your mouth making you moan then you pull away. "handsome....should we?"

Chris smiles at you. "only if you want babygirl tell me what you want"

You get on top of him and sit on his lap. "Does this tell you?" You said with a smirk. He smiles with a nod. "Yes' he kisses you once more wrapping his arms around you.

You felt his hard cock in his pants. You chuckled and just kept making out with him, he lifted you up which caught you by surprise.

Chris carries you to his bedroom kicking the door shut.

Once you two got to the bedroom he put you down on the bed just looking at you. god you were dying for more of his soft lips on yours.

You grab him by the shirt and started kissing him again, he pulled away and took off his shirt which gave you time to take off yours as well, as you both took off your shirts.

You were stunned by his amazing abs and the tattoos. They were so perfectly toned and so hot. You needed him even more.

You were shocked. you just kissed him, you loved him too, so much. He started to get on top of you and started kissing down your neck and then he hit your sweet spot.

"Oh my God Chris!!" it felt so good you never wanted him to stop, he went down my neck to my stomach, you ran your hands through his hair, fuck you needed him so badly.

You flipped him over which was surprisingly easy. you started to work my way down to his pants, you wanted to feel every part of him, once you got to his pants you felt his rock hard cock. "what's this i feel?"

You said in a teasing tone.

He Smiles. 'Your gift babygirl" You just smirked and pulled his pants down slowly to tease him.

You pulled down his boxers and stroked his huge cock with your hands.

You had no idea how you were gonna fit that inside you. "Y/n please" he begged at before he can say another word you took his whole cock into your mouth.

He let out a loud moan as he pounded his cock deeper into your mouth making you gag.

After 5 minutes of face fucking each other he finally comes in to your mouth and you took it all.

He smirked and just replied with "good girl take it all in for daddy" and he started to kiss your neck, "OH MY GOD DADDY"

You moaned as he continued sucking your sweet spot.

He slowly went down to your pants he started kissing your stomach then started to eat out your clit. "CHRIS OH MY-"

You got cut of by his own moan. "I...NEED...YOU" You managed to let out.

Chris knee exactly what she meant and shoved his dick into her cunt. He started thrusting, harder and harder. "OH MY GOD, BABYGIRL YOU ARE SO TIGHT"

He moans out while thrusting harder and faster "FASTER DADDY" you yell out while moaning, Gosh he felt so good inside of you,

You felt him starting to get sloppier, you knew he was about to cum. "FUCK! baby girl i am about to cum"

He said while trying keep his balancing as he continued thrusting into you leaning his head on your shoulder as he panted, "you better not cum first daddy" you replied with a moan. He smiles making you smile.

"You close babygirl hmm?" he asked you kissing your neck. "Hmm yes daddy fuck so..close"

You both eventually cummed at the same time. He fell off to the side of the bed and you decided to call it a night and fell asleep in his arms.

the next day you wake up seeing chris sleeping next to you. You smile at him and lean over and kiss his cheek making him wake up. "Sorry" you say in a whisper.

He looks at you. "Morning babygirl was i to rough last night?" You lean your chin on his chest looking into his eyes. "it was perfect...why didn't we do that sooner?"

He laughs. "Not sure" You straddle him placing a soft kiss to his lips. "Soo...breakfast?" he grins. "waffles!" You giggle. "deal!"

A/n:Hope you liked it! feedback is welcome.

tags:@patzammit @armystay89 @cutedisneygrl @k-slla @jackles010378

#chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #Chris Evans smut #Chris evans one shot #chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x yn #chris evans x you

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misskingshit · 17 days

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𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 summary: where he has an interest in a certain pop singer, and he doesn't try to hide it. note: believe me or not i’ve been listening hip hop since Im like 15 y/o, soooo why not do an M&M’s fic?? Let me know if u want part 2! xoxo

The lyrics of Mr Eminem's new song being mostly about you? That was something you definitely didn't expect.

I get so weak on my knees

Lose all control

Damn, her silhouette

So hot

Fuck bein’ a gentleman

I'm going to fuck her instead

The red carpet at the Grammys has always been a dream for you, you had already won a couple of awards, today... you were excited to be the presenter of one of them.

Best Rap Album.

To say you were excited is an understatement.

You've loved this genre of music since you were a teenager, Tupac, Fifty, Snoop...to name the most classics.

The camera flashes were the only thing you saw, accompanied by many voices that stunned your ears just by hearing your name.

"Y/N! over here!" A reporter called you, without hesitation, you approached.

"Hey how are you?" you asked with a big smile.

"Incredible! How are you? I imagine you're very excited for tonight" he smiles.

"Don't even mention it! I can't wait to call the winner on stage!"

"Do you think Eminem is nominated? He's been on everyone's mouth lately with his latest song..."

Here we go.

"Yeah... well, I'm sure he'll be nominated, I mean, he's fucking Eminem, it would be like a sin if he wasn't, right?" You laughed a little awkwardly.

"What do you think about his last song, about his comments towards you? 50% of people are upset calling Eminem a degenerate..." you didn't let him finish speaking.

"Well...I really like him, I mean, I've always been his fan and it's an honor to be named in one of his songs. Plus I also think that...we all know how he's like, if you don't like his way to be, to think, to speak, the lyrics of his songs, just don't listen to it and that's it, problem solved, I don’t see the point in hating so much on something you can just...ignore" you laugh looking at the camera "Just take things more lightly, not everything is fighting and bad intentions."

You finished your conversation with said reporter and simply headed to your designated seat.

On the other hand, a certain blonde boy was also being attacked with questions regarding his controversial lyrics.

"She's here? Shit, I want to see her," the blonde rapper said, showing a small, very small, smile, turning his head around with the intention of catching some sign of the hot pop singer, you.

"Yes! In fact she will be the one to present the award for best rap album!"

"No shit! Damn man she's here" Em turned around and said to his best friend, Proof.

In a few minutes everyone finished settling into their seats and you both were surprised when you looked at each other, just a few seats away.

You were five seats to the right and three to the back, so you caught him every time he turned his head back a little to look and smile at you.

Until, soon...your moment had arrived, you got up from your seat to head backstage.

By the way, when you walked past the rapper, he didn't try to hide the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off you for even a second.

"And the Grammy goes to..." you created some tension "EMINEN!" You blurted out the name more excited than you should have.

The rapper's reaction might not have been very expressive normally, but he couldn't contain his smile when he knew who would be the one giving to him his award. The rapper and his friends got on stage and it was inevitable that you felt nervous as you watched him walk towards you, with a playful look, as if he knew what he generated in you.

"Congratulations," you whispered when he was close enough to you, taking the grammy as you felt the soft brush of his fingers against yours, he did it on purpose.

You didn't expect him to give you a hug.

"That's all I get?" He whispered back to you, keeping your faces close and your noses touching, his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him as if he didn't want to move away from you.

A great bustle from the public was heard, and it took them both out of the small cloud in which they were.

This was definitely going to stir the waters.

You both walked away, while you greeted and congratulated the rest of his friends (Proof winking at you in the process).

"Wow, shit, this is crazy, thank you so much to everyone who made the production of this album possible, Dr Dre, who always had my back, I will be forever grateful...and my god, damn, thanks to whoever the fuck is that put this beauty in that dress..." he turned to look at you and winked "Y/N Y/L/N ladies and gentlemen, the source of my inspiration for Heat Seeker"

Obviously, you blushed.

The entire audience was applauding, probably already starting to gossip among themselves about the little show between you and Eminem.

Like a gentleman he offered you his hand as he watched you walk down the steps of the stage with great caution. "Thank you," you whispered. “Any time” he smiles at you.

´Til the end of the awards you continued to connect glances from time to time, you also noticed how his friends bothered him every time he turned his head to look at you.

"Hey, Y/N! wait!" listen to yourself behind your back. "Hey," you looked at him softly, "whats up?" He shook his head quickly. "I just wanted to…I mean, normally I wouldn't give a shit, but, I wanted to make sure that the song didn't offend you, it wasn't to upset you…" You interrupted his attempt to apologies "Don't worry, I understand it was just the song, I didn't take it personally, actually, I loved it" you laughed. "You did? I'm glad you're not like the rest and laugh instead of being offended." His attempt to hide his smile failed completely.

It just slips away from him.

Just with you.

A few seconds of silence took over the situation, though it wasn't uncomfortable, your eyes connected and you didn't seem to realize that you had been staring at each other. "Uhm, I was about to go to my hotel," you pointed behind you, "I was gonna change for the afterparty."

"Can I go with you?" He asked you, but before you processed the fact that he wanted to go with you to your hotel, he interrupted your thoughts "I mean, just so then we can go to the party together, if you want" he scratched the back of his neck.

You didn't even need to think about it "Yeah, I would like that" you smiled.

The two of you walked together towards your limo, captured by several cameras, so neither of you doubted that tomorrow you would wake up to a bunch of articles about how Eminem and Y/N left the Grammy's together. But none of you care about it.

#eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #eminem fluff #marshall mathers fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers imagine #eminem fanfiction #marshall mathers fanfiction #fluff #shay's requests

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pendarling · 2 months

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Captive

CW: Stockholm syndrome

"Uh oh," Villain runs a hand up and down their shoulder. "Did our dear Hero fall in love?" They cooed and lifted their face.

Captivity could do that. To break someone down so much that they turned into an obedient pet for their captor.

Hero didn't respond; their eyes turned away shamefully as a tinge of red lit across their face, confirming Villain's speculations.

"Hmm… what are we going to do with you?" They thought aloud. Although they didn't expect this, Villain could still make something out of it. Hero wasn't supposed to be under their captivity for this long, but what's done is done, and they must work through the problem.

Their hand climbed back down to their throat, eyes still staring at Hero intensely, "Was it this?" They rubbed a thumb against the leather collar. It wasn't anything glamorous, but it did have Hero's name imprinted on it. "Did you like being my pet and living under my possession?"

Hero nodded with embarrassment. "Yes…"

It brought joy to their eyes, looking at their once proud opponent turn soft at the touch. "Don't you know you're supposed to be this city's knight in shining armour? What would the press say if they knew about this?" they chuckled.

They watched them hesitate, probably struggling to keep up with their wants and needs. They'd have to pick one.

"Look at what a little bit of depravity could do." They murmured and walked behind Hero. Their boots thumped against the cold concrete floor, and walked up to a chair behind them. Villain sighed deeply; with an obedient Hero came undisrupted plans, but then they'd need to start focusing on Hero's mental and emotional state to keep them in place.

Stockholm Syndrome was powerful, but right now, the change in mental state was only just beginning. To keep it going, they'd need to apply consistent reinforcement of the belief that Villain had cared for them.

Right now, Hero stood in front of them, their back facing them, unmoving from their position and likely too scared to move from their spot. It had taken some time, but after day four and a bit of threatening, Hero had learnt they must always stand in the centre of their cell when Villain entered, or they wouldn't get dinner.

They smiled at how well everything had worked out up until now. Their gaze turned to the plate of food they had brought, which now sat on the bedside table. An idea had set in, and Villain snapped their fingers.

"Bring me your plate, Hero."

The other jolted and ran over to the plate before handing it to them. Poor thing, they were probably so eager to eat after being controlled so much.

"Sit down," Villain said, and before they could react, Hero nervously sat down on their lap. Their eyes buzzing with excitement.

Villain smiled, "On the floor, sweetheart." They jerked their knee up, and Hero scrambled off of them. From this angle, Hero looked so defeated and flustered that it almost made them feel terrible about their situation.

"Sorry." They mumbled under their breath.

Villain dismissed the apology. Instead, they took their time taking a spoonful of food and leaning down. "Open." They nudged the cutlery to their lips, and Hero had done so already.

They had been patiently letting Hero take their time; each bite after the other was another soft power over their body. They were asserting control over them minute by minute.

Some water followed the last bite, and at last, Hero could breathe. They hadn't realized they were holding down each breath until they were left panting. Villain was satisfied for today.

"You did excellent today, Hero." They wiped at the corners of the lips. "I think you've grown comfortable in your cage." They leaned back in the wooden chair.

They could envision it already; they'd set up some proper furnishing, a carpet, and maybe some cushions, and then later, they would reward them with a better bed if Hero played extra good. A reward and punishment system that consisted of taking and giving something of value to Hero might change their behaviour if they stayed diligent.

For now, they supposed, they could reward them.

"What do you think, Hero?" They spoke. Their thoughtful eyes looked at them, "Do you think you deserve to be rewarded now or later?"

"Hm?"

Hero was such a good little pup; training them would take no time at all. "Up." They motioned with their hand, and Hero went from sitting on their knees to raising themselves enough to face them. Villain pushed the hair atop their head back until Hero was tilted at the right angle.

They pressed onto their lips without warning or further preparation. It wasn't as soft as they wanted, but it was expected, seeing the starvation they'd previously put Hero through.

When they backed up from Hero, they could tell the spell had undoubtedly affected them. They didn't even need to use aggressive torture. They'd just use their voice, and at their command, Hero would listen. Their face was turning crimson, and their eyes were watery. It was an image Villain kept in their head as they grinned widely again.

"So desperate already? My, where did our brave Hero go?"

"Villain, hhhngh… please." They whined.

They didn't know what their adversary was begging for, and perhaps they assumed they had a chance of spending more time alone with them. More time to do something else rather than just kissing. They gleamed at how one small step could destroy Hero. "You know you can't ask for more than what you deserve, love." Villain rubbed their chin. With that, Villain made their way to the exit.

Hero hung their head in shame; it was fine if they began questioning their role in Villain's life. They knew they'd set their plans in motion, and soon enough, they wouldn't need them anymore.

For now, all Villain needed to do was add to their imagination to keep those fantasies active for as long as possible.

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brittscafe · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 25

Kinktober Day 25: Edging + mirror sex, Aizen Sosuke x female reader.

Your cheeks and skin are flushed. Aizen is on his knees behind you, a tight grip on a fistful of your hair. You're propped up on your elbows, digging into the carpet below you.

You're leaking out from your hole as Aizen teases you, running the mushroom head of his cock up and down your folds.

"Please, I can't take anymore. I need you inside of me, Aizen," you whimper out, your walls clenching around you. Aizen licks his lips and tugs on your hair.

You moan as he forces your head up, gaze meeting the mirror in front of you.

"Then look and watch as I fuck you senselessly," Aizen whispers into your ear. You gulp and bob your head eagerly. Aizen spreads your asscheeks apart, thrusting his cock inside of you.

A gasp of pleasure leaves your lips as Aizen's hand grip onto your hips. You watch as he starts to roll his hips in and out. His balls slap against your ass and your body trembles.

Your jaw goes slack, moans leaving your lips and eyes rolling into the back of your head. You can't help the drool dripping down your chin as Aizen pounds into you from behind.

You glance away from the mirror, feeling your face become red hot.

Suddenly, Aizen slips his hard cock out from your pussy and you whimper loudly.

"Why?" you cry out, tears filling your eyes. You glance back at him and he wears a deadpan expression across his face.

"I told you to watch and you didn't listen. Only good girls who obey get to cum," Aizen explains, stroking his hard cock. Pre-cum leaks out from the tip of his cock and your mouth waters.

"Aizen, please! I'll watch this time, I promise. Please!" you beg him with despair. Aizen cocks an eyebrow and lets out a deep sigh.

"If you look away, I'll stop. Do you understand?" Aizen asks with a dangerously low voice, putting two fingers underneath your chin and lifting your head up.

"Yes," you nod your head. With one swift thrust, Aizen's cock is back inside of your plush walls. You moan loudly, eyes locked onto the mirror.

You watch carefully as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, your breasts jiggling with each firm thrust. The head of his cock presses and prods in all the right places.

You clench around his cock and Aizen's eyes widen, a deep groan rumbling up from his throat. His hand squeezes the fat flesh of your ass and he digs his fingers into the skin.

The drool continues to drip down your chin and your knees become weak. The way his cock slams in and out of your abused cunt makes you cry out.

Tears daring to slip out as the room becomes filled with the sound of your loud moans and skin slapping. You force your eyes to stay on the mirror, watching as Aizen ruins you.

"Aizen, p-please, I need to cum," you beg him, the hotness pooling in between your thighs. A white circle of pre-cum surrounds the hairy base of Aizen's cock as he rolls his hips back into yours.

"Go on," he nods his head with approval. And just like that, hot cum shoot out from your pussy and cover Aizen's cock. He groans at the sensation, your wet cum slipping out from your hole.

Moans and whimpers leave your lips as Aizen's cock drives deeper inside of you.

"Let me fill your pussy with my cum," Aizen whispers into your ear as you pant heavily. The way your back arches and walls clamp around his cock drive him crazy.

A heavy groan leaves Aizen's lips as thick ropes of cum shoot out from his head, stuffing your pussy. Your face scrunches up and Aizen pants heavily, leaning on top of your back.

Aizen stays inside of your pussy for a moment, relishing as his cum starts to drip down your thighs. His hand runs along your spine as he pulls his soft cock out, a whimper leaving his lips.

A layer of sweat glistens along your face as you stare shamelessly into the mirror. Skin flushed and dried tears along your cheek. A puddle of drool on the carpet and it was worth every minute.

Tags: @aizenwifey @stygianoir @noyaistall

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Can I pretty please request a Joe Quinn story about him and girlfriend/reader ( maybe a famous model or actress) finding out that paparazzi filmed/ have photos of them in their house having sex and joe is being a Dom like spitting in her mouth/ rough sex / face pushed into the wall ? (Doesn’t have to be too much smut )

Maybe they find out in an interview or something along those lines ? Joseph is like idolised for it but the reader is losing work over it ?

I love your work btw so amazing 💕

Exposed - J.Q

hello love! i’m so sorry this has taken me ages to write! i’ve just honestly had such a shit past couple of months and i’m just starting to enjoy writing again. im so bad at writing smut so i’m so sorry this is bad and cringy and this has a lot of mistakes! anyways, enjoy <3

also lmk if you want a part two!!

you had just finished posing on the red carpet when your manager, Tom, pulled you off quickly after seeing a video circulating twitter, instagram and tiktok. you could hear the paparazzi as they shouted at you 'i didn't know that was what you were into' 'can you believe someone who acts so innocent in interviews and the runway be into all that kinky stuff' 'what an absolute slut, how can anyone be her fan after that' and you couldn't of been more confused. Tom looked at you with sympathy as he passed you his phone, showing you a video the paparazzi had taken of you and Joseph.

your heart has dropped to the floor and the only feeling you could feel was the sickness rising in your throat. you felt like time had stopped and there was nothing you could do. you hadn't even realised the two of you were being filmed when you were in your own home and if you did notice maybe you could of stopped it from happening. the video had been posted thirty minutes ago and was taken last night when Joseph had surprised you.

he had been in America for a few weeks, doing interviews whilst you were in Paris for Paris Fashion Week. when he arrived yesterday at your home in the UK it had been the first time you were both free from fans and the media and one thing led to another and now your sex life was everywhere. you hated how your privacy had been invaded like that, yes you were a little kinky but you did not want that all over the internet and here you were holding in your sobs as the video continued.

Joseph was on the red carpet after you and was doing some interviews, he was also getting shouts from the paparazzi but not the same as you. they shouted things like 'go on lad' 'jesus Joseph you're like a sex god. you really had her on her knees mate' and even he was confused. you could hear the screams from the paparazzi and were appalled at the difference between you and him. he seemed to be getting idolised whereas you were being slut shamed for it. Joseph was led to an interviewer who straight out told him about the video.

"so Joseph we have all seen the video of you and your girlfriend Y/n, how do you feel about that being exposed to the world and how do you feel about the different responses you and y/n are getting?" the interviewer, Sophie, asked as she watched Joseph frown. "what video?" he replied, anxiety filling his body. Sophie’s eyes widened when she realised Joseph had absolutely no idea about what was circulating on the internet. before she could speak up they both turned their heads to the fans and paparazzi who were still shouting out at Joseph.

“Joseph what’s it like to be with a slut like y/n? seeing her like it rough is crazy because she’s so different online. you did an amazing job though mate” someone shouted, making his heart drop. why were they speaking about you like that? his frown deepened as he heard the man slut shaming you. “i’m sorry, i- i thought you knew” Sophie said, a bright red blush covering her face as she realised she’d just told Joseph about the video. “i’m so confused though. what video are we speaking about here?” he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

“the video that was filmed by the paparazzi. it’s of you and y/n in your house uhh. doing things” she said, taking her phone out of her blazer pocket and went straight on twitter, getting the video up. Joseph took the phone and watched the video, disgusted that this was filmed and posted without both of your permission. the video showed you on your knees, Joseph’s hand in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail as he guided you along his shaft. his head was thrown back and your hands were on his legs, you could tell that you were completely naked.

the next clip showed you up against the wall with Joseph behind you, his hand around your neck, pulling your head back to look at him. he left kisses on your forehead and cheeks as he fucked you. the last clip was you and Joseph on the bed, his hand yet again around your neck, your head thrown back. he was appalled that someone had filmed this, they had violated you and had exposed your body to everyone. the video ended with the man who filmed it laughing and whispered a quite ‘this is gonna go so viral’ before shutting off. he scrolled down to see varied reactions from the fans, the comments were both kinda positive and negative.

quite a few of the fans were disgusted that this was posted online right before a big event. some comments were disgusted by your behaviour but were praising Joseph. a few read:

‘this is so disgusting, the fact that this has been posted and people are slut shaming y/n is so bad. i just feel so sad for her.’

‘the difference between ‘the boys’ talking about Joseph being ‘the man’ but y/n being a slut just shows the difference between how women and men are viewed in society. poor y/n’

‘ew the fact that Joseph is with a whore like her is disgusting. he needs to get away from her’

‘wheyyyy Joseph is one of the lads’

‘y/n just looks fucking weird. why does someone as ‘innocent’ as her get kinky like that. i knew something is off about her’

Joseph felt sorry for you. he hated how much hate you were getting from the media and he could do nothing about it. you were looking through the comments as well, feeling so upset at what people were calling you. you thought you were safe in your own home but no, the media had been able to creep into your personal life and exposed it to the world. you passed the phone back to Tom and asked him to call you a taxi. you didn’t want to be in front of the cameras and fans. he called you a cab and took you into a back room which was thankfully at the event. Tom comforted you as you cried on his shoulder, the embarrassment finally taking over your body as you realised what this meant for you.

for years you had worked hard for your modelling career to grow, just like you had always dreamed of since you were a little girl and when you finally get to a place where you think this is the perfect time to grow even more this comes out. you knew that now everyone was gonna view both you and Joseph differently and both in completely different ways. Joseph was going to be praised and idolised for months, whereas you were gonna be slut shamed and lose work over it.

Joseph gave back the phone to the interviewer and got off of the red carpet, hoping to look for you so he could comfort you. he saw Tori, his manager, and ran up to her and whisper yelled “Tori, have you seen y/n? this videos come out and-” “i’ve seen Joseph. this is not good. y/n is getting so much hate and i feel so bad for her. she’s with Tom in the back, she looked so upset. i think he called her a taxi so she could go home” she cut him off, her face full of hurt and sympathy. he thanked her and nodded, leaving her so he could go find you. he walked down a hallway and could hear your sobs from a mile off.

he opened the door and saw you with your makeup smudged and hot tears rolling down your face as you tried to get words out. “y/n, sweetheart” he said, making your focus shift off of Tom and into Joseph who briskly walked to you. he wrapped his arms around you and let you sob into his chest. Tom left the room, giving the two of you some privacy which was the least he could do after this happened. “it’ll be okay love” Joseph said, kissing your forehead as he softly stroke the back of your neck. “how is this gonna be okay Joseph? i’m being slut shamed and i’m ruined. the paparazzi are ruthless and so are some of the fans.”

Joseph sighed, realising you were right. the fans and paparazzi were ruthless and there was nothing you could do. “i know. wrong choice of words i’m sorry” he said, kissing your cheek. you were both silent for a while before there was a knock at the door, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Taxis here miss y/n. it’s out the back waiting for you” Tom said as you pulled away from Joseph. “you coming?” you asked Joseph just wanting to get away from everyone and hide from the world.

he nodded, taking ahold of your hand as you walked out of the door and followed Tom to the back of the event where the taxi was luckily still there. you got in the back, the paparazzi seeing the two of you leaving and that’s when they started up again. the shouts got worse and worse as you made your way to the taxi and they were still shouting as the taxi driver started driving off. you were so humiliated. the whole taxi ride you were silent, looking down at your hands to avoid Joseph’s gaze.

“i know you may not wanna hear this now but it’ll go down. the media doesn’t hang onto one thing for long and before we know it it’ll calm down”. all Joseph was trying to do was cheer you up a bit after something so horrible was released without consent. your head lifted up as he spoke and looked into his eyes. as you drive past the street lights. Joseph could see the tears in your eyes as your lip quivered as you spoke. “i honestly now think-” you had to take a deep breath as your lip and chin quivered more “think that i’m gonna lose so much work from this”

Joseph’s heart broke hearing you say that because he knew it was true. the difference between men and women in the public eye and how the media treated them was unfair. if a man was being praised for what he did to a woman then a woman should be praised for what she did to a man, not slut shamed for it. you arrived home and quickly walked in, not waiting to be seen by anyone. you sat down on the sofa, your phone buzzing constantly with spam calls from your mum and friends. a few messages from Tom caught your eye. they read ‘i know this isn’t something you want to hear right now but Prada have emailed and said they’re sorry but they’re dropping you from the catwalk next week and so are Versace. i really think you should write a tweet and copy and paste it to instagram and just keep away from your phone and the outside for a few days x’

you couldn’t believe it. first you’re being slut shamed by the media and now you were losing runway work. you ignored the message, to hurt to even respond but went back to the video to see if any other nice comments had come about. Joseph walked in after paying the taxi driver to see you staring blankly at your phone. there were over 36 million views with 1 million comments on twitter and it was trending number 1. great. the comments were more varied now with a few celebrities chiming in agreeing that the paparazzi invaded personal privacy and it was disgusting and that you should take whoever sent out the video to court.

Joseph sat down next to you and took the phone out of your hands, knowing this was affecting you a lot more than it was affecting him. he pulled you into his arms as you quietly sobbed. this would be your first time walking for Prada and it was taken away in a matter of minutes because of a stupid video that came out. “i think maybe we should write something on twitter to get it out of the way sweetheart, what do you think?” he said, stroking your hair softly as he tried to calm you down. once he felt you nod he gave back your phone to allow you tot type out whatever you wanted.

the tweet read ‘obviously this video has come out without mine and Joseph’s permission and i am truly embarrassed that this has been shared out to the public. i have never in my life felt so humiliated by something and seeing a lot of negative comments has honestly made me realise that there are a lot of fake fans out there who won’t have my back. also seeing the difference between comments about Joseph and comments about me are shocking. we are both there so we should be treated the same, i shouldn’t be slut shamed for enjoying a relationship with my partner. if Joseph is being idolised then why can’t i? we are both doing the exact same activity. slut shaming me for this is rude and disrespectful. however i’ve also realised who my true fans are, seeing the supportive comments has made me feel a little better and i can’t thank you all enough for supporting me in this. this will 100% be taken care of and whoever posted that video will be taken to court. the video was filmed and posted without either of our knowledge and i am disgusted that someone can change someone’s life in a matter of seconds. i feel violated that my body has been exposed completely and i’m embarrassed that you have all had to see this video and i’m truly sorry. i am going to be off of social media for a while and i hope you all understand, thank you’

Joseph read over the post and nodded, approving that that was the perfect thing to post. once posted he pulled you back into his arms and sighed. “i promise you this will be taken care of” he said, kissing your forehead. you nodded your head, too tired from all the crying to even speak. you knew that if this was anyone else it would be a completely different scenario so being with Joseph here was perfect and you couldn’t be happier that he was still here supporting you after this. you knew that if this didn’t break you then nothing would, Joseph was your soulmate and anyone from the outside could see that you were both so in love with each other.

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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More Than You Wanted

Request: HALLO MY DEAR! Welcome back to writing 💛 May I HUMBLY request either 7 or 9 (or both cause we all love that hurt comfort spice) with the one and only Mr. Kim Mingyu? He's moved into bias zone, I am ASHAMED /s

Prompt:

7) "Doesn't matter what happens...if you call me, I will always answer."

9) "I don't want them. I want you."

Prompt list can be found HERE.

Pairing: Seventeen Mingyu x Reader

Genre: Angst/Steamy

The carpet in your apartment building was disgusting. Covered in dirt (at least you hoped that's what the stains were) and always kind of moist, you avoided contact with it at all costs. But now, you were sitting on it. Slumped against the wall behind you with your head in your hands, you were sitting on the world's dirtiest carpet and crying.

It had been approximately two hours since you had contacted your building's repair man, and an hour since you talked to anyone in management. You had locked yourself out and were completely exhausted. All you wanted was to lay down and maybe binge watch your favorite drama. You hadn't signed up for enrichment time outside of your enclosure today.

Cringing as the idea came across your mind, you looked helplessly down at your phone. It would be just so easy to text your ex-boyfriend. The two of you had never met up to exchange each other's things, so he still had your key.

Taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly, you lifted up your phone and scrutinized the battery life. It was running below 10% at this point, so if you were going to do it, you needed to suck it up. Scrolling almost to the bottom of your saved text messages, you found Mingyu's name and tapped.

you busy?

That was safe, right? You didn't want to make him worry and you certainly didn't want to inconvenience him. You had done enough of that in your past relationship.

You weren't surprised when you saw typing bubbles appear before you had even locked your phone. Of course, he was going to be hyper available during your crisis.

Depends. What's up?

What a terrible non-response.

i was wondering if you could stop by and drop off my key?

Want me to bring the rest of your stuff?

not if it's not already with you...

"Why would it already be with him?" you muttered. "Please use your one active brain cell before you hit send again."

i just really need my key

Contrary to what you may believe, I have no plans to break into your apartment. Can I drop it off at the end of the week?

You groaned, leaning back and lightly bonking your head repeatedly on the wall behind you.

Resisting the urge to reply with "that's fine" and leave your fate in the hands of your apartment complex, you quickly typed out a message.

i locked myself out of my apartment.

Give me 10 minutes.

Breathing a momentary sigh of relief, you commended yourself. Texting Mingyu had not been easy, but it was a necessary evil for your own mental well-being. Surely you could play nice for approximately 45 seconds while he handed you your key and walked back down the stairs. You had 45 seconds worth of gratitude in your system, didn't you?

Closing your eyes, you tried not to think too hard about seeing him again. Naturally, that had the opposite effect, and you began dragging out memories that you hadn't touched in weeks. Your relationship had started out innocently enough. You had been an English tutor for the entertainment company that Mingyu was signed to and tutored him weekly. After spending hours upon hours with each other, a natural closeness formed between the two of you. While yes, you had been close to all of the artists in one way or another, something with him was different. It was something warmer, something more incendiary.

You found yourself actually paying attention to how you dressed or how you styled your hair. Starting to become overly interested in your personal appearance likely should have been a red flag. You knew better than to start anything with an idol.

Against your better judgement, your sessions quickly turned into flirting for hours. Mingyu was incredibly smart, so it wasn't a surprise when he was ahead in his English lessons. With the spare time, you got to know each other. Finally, one day he asked you out for dinner.

With time, the two of you had become inseparable. That was until the company found out about the burgeoning relationship. It only took days for them to threaten Mingyu until he said he couldn't see you anymore. It came as no surprise that a few weeks later, they had alienated you so entirely that you put in your notice.

"Stupid," you muttered to yourself. "How could you have been so stupid."

"People forget their keys all the time, Y/N," you heard a familiar voice say above you. "Do you know how often I lock myself out of places?"

"But you have twelve other people to rely on," you sighed, opening your eyes. "And I have...well, you."

Mingyu looked down, a sad smile playing over his lips. God, why was he allowed to look so good? You could tell he had showered only minutes ago judging by his damp hair. He had thrown on a pair of fitted joggers and a t-shirt. It should be against the law to make casual wear look so expensive just by being hot.

Using the wall as leverage, you pulled yourself up to stand. "Thanks for doing this. I didn't mean to disrupt your whole afternoon."

"Don't" he said softly, shaking his head. "Doesn't matter what happens...if you call me, I will always answer."

He dug around in his pocket, producing the pink Hello Kitty key you gave him ages ago. It looked so small in the palm of his hand.

"Well anyhow," you said quietly, taking it. "Thanks."

He nodded, signaling the end of the conversation. You went to turn away from him but paused. He wasn't moving.

"Y/N, this whole thing" he motioned between the two of you. "When did this happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"When did we become strangers?" he sighed. "Because honestly it is hurts so bad."

An unknown feeling of annoyance bubbled up to the surface. "Mingyu, you broke up with me."

"You had to have known that it wasn't really me," he whispered, looking away. "I didn't have much of a choice at the time."

"Whether you did or not, we knew it wasn't going to work out in the long run."

"Don't say that!" he snapped. "I loved you...I still love you."

"Mingyu," you said quietly, deflated by his reaction. "You have millions of people out there wanting you. You're an idol. If your company discourages you dating noncelebrities, that is what it is."

"I don't want them. I want you," he said hoarsely. Stepping closer, he took your face in his hands.

You could feel tears beginning to gather at your lash line. "Mingyu-"

"Let me talk to them. The management team and everyone above and in between. Let me fight for us like I was too scared to do before," he whispered.

You tried to shake your head, but your face remained caught. Reaching up and placing your hands atop his, you sighed. "I wish it were that easy."

"It's not easy at all" he said, furrowing his brows. His eyes searched yours. "Nothing about love is easy. Nothing worth fighting for is easy."

"Mingyu," you whimpered, tears starting to fall. "I just wanted my key..."

"Yeah, well," he breathed. "You're getting more than you wanted for once."

Before you could clock his advancement, Mingyu's lips were on yours. You felt your tears falling even faster as you reached to grasp the fabric of his shirt. Because of you, the kisses were much wetter than normal, but it didn't stop his urgent need. He was manic with his movements; afraid you may slip away at any point. After every labored breath, his lips found yours again and again. Biting, licking, groaning against your mouth, you thought you would simply unravel in the dingy hallway.

Eventually the two of you had to take a break, all of the emotion was just too much. His hands sliding from your face and resting on your hips, he looked down at you, his expression hopeful.

"Why don't you come inside?" you asked nervously, unsure of what would happen moving forward. "We can talk."

"Sure," Mingyu nodded, a genuine smile spreading across his lips. "I'd like that very much."

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 1 year

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Humanity's Collector

TW: kidnapping, cloning, nonsexual objectification, nonconsensual nonsexual touch, sort of doll whump, nonhuman whumpers, multiple whumpers, human whumpee

"Gosh you're pretty," Glade cooed.

Harlow looked around desperately, trying to find escape from the strange realm he had woken in.

All manner of mannequins, mirrors, carpets, vintage clothing, animal skeletons, taxidermy, pin boards of bugs, tables, book lined shelves, rock collections, stoves, paintings, statues, and other beautiful things filled the cluttered room, stretching past his line of vision.

He stood from his wicker chair, ignoring Glade, then turned in a circle, quickly overwhelmed by the sheer size of the room and number of objects held within it.

Above him the color white stretched out into infinitum. True white, not the dirty kind found in snow and house paint.

"Where am I?" he demanded. "Who are you?"

"My name is Glade," xey answered. "You're in my home."

Harlow made the mistake of eye contact.

Glade's eyes shone with the light of galaxies, a dazzling rainbow of nebulae, planets, and suns. The depth of the universe seemed tucked away within not only xeir iris, but the entirety of xeir eyes.

When Harlow finally broke away from the hypnotic sight, he was unsure of how much time had passed. Had he been staring into the cosmos for seconds? Minutes? Hours, even?

"Your home?" he asked, staring pointedly at the ebony wood ground.

His mind raced around in circles. He needed answers, yet he did not know the right questions.

Glade didn't seem human, instead a creature from a story book. And this monolithic hoard couldn't possibly be real.

"I'm a collector," Glade explained, running xeir sharp manicured nails through Harlow's hair.

"What do you collect, exactly?"

Harlow watched a glittering green beetle crawl across the ground, finding a hiding spot underneath a red and purple feathered ballgown displayed on a mannequin.

"All sorts of things," Glade said, flapping xeir hands wildly. "Your world is fascinating. I remember when your kind learned how to create fire and tame animals. You have grown so much since then. I needed to have one of you for my own. Your creations are not enough any more."

Harlow took in Glade's appearance, avoiding xeir hypnotic eyes.

Despite xeir clearly alien nature, xey chose to appear humanoid. Xeir iridescent skin glimmered, changing colors with every movement, no matter how slight, as light poured over xeir body.

Xey was clad in a wedding dress, embroidered with bats, gravestones, and other black threaded Halloween iconography. Over this hung a fur cape, the stitched together pelts of numerous small animals. Xeir heels, as thin as sewing needles, seemed impossible to walk on, granting them half a foot of height.

Behind xeir smiling lips were two rows of pointed teeth, slicing perfectly through xeir pale grey gums. Delicate jewelry of precious metal and gems adorned xeir elven ears. Xeir white hair reflected brilliant light, long enough to almost brush against the ground.

"Don't worry," Glade continued. "I'll take care of you. I have everything you could possibly need. I've been collecting human things for millenia upon millenia. You may use my collection to its fullest extent."

"I want to go home," Harlow said. "Please let me go. You can find someone else. I'm sure there's someone who would love to be here. But I like my life on earth."

Glade paused. "But I wanted you," xey said softly. "I like you."

Glade hugged Harlow tightly, mimicking how xey had observed humans comforting one another. Xeir skin had none of Harlow's warmth, and he found touching xem a slightly uncomfortable experience.

Harlow closed his eyes. "I have to be dreaming. This can't be real."

"Of course this isn't real, but it isn't a dream either. It's my home, far outside of your universe."

"God, please send me back. I don't know why I'm here, or how, but I can't do this."

"Yes you can," Glade said. "It's easy. I will take care of you, and you will be my plaything. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Harlow broke away from Glade, and took off walking. There had to be an exit.He passed statues of marble angels, spinning wheels, shelves of scientific specimens, and surrealist artwork.

"No, that doesn't sound nice," he said angrily, as Glade easily matched his pace, wearing a concerned expression. "I'm leaving."

The room still seemed to stretch on into infinity, but everything had an end if one walked far enough to find it.

"You can't leave," Glade said.

"And why not?"

"Because I didn't steal you. The original Harlow Finch Echowood is still at home. You belong here with me."

Harlow stopped in his tracks, sitting down on an ancient jewelled throne to keep from collapsing in shock.

"Excuse me?"

Glade smiled. "We are going to have so much fun, and no one will ever know you to be here. Come now, I have food prepared for you."

"I can't eat your food," Harlow said. "I'd never be able to leave if I did that."

"I'm afraid you've mistaken me for some of my cousins," Glade said. "You will eat, or you will starve. And you are never leaving because you belong to me. It doesn't matter what you do."

Harlow stood up, seething. "I hate you. Let me go. You can't keep me here."

Glade looked truly hurt, but Harlow knew, within the depths of his very soul, that it was only a mimicry of human emotion.

"I care for you," Glade said. "I couldn't send you back, even if I wanted to. Then there would be two Harlow Finch Echowoods trying to live your life."

"I don't belive you. I'm still me. I still remember my life."

"You are an exact duplication of the original Harlow Finch Echowood. You have the same soul and DNA. Of course you still remember."

"Just combine us again or something," Harlow begged.

With every passing moment, his belief in Glade's words only grew.

"I cannot. I can only make copies of beautiful things."

Glade spread xeir arms, gesturing to xeir hoard of human objects collected in centuries long past.

"Why me?" Harlow asked. "I didn't do anything."

Glade flicked the tears from his face, slightly scratching him with xeir nail, leaving his skin red and puffy.

"You act as though this is a punishment. I have simply added you to my collection. Now come, I have made you good food."

Glade gripped Harlow's arm and dragged him away from where he had been sitting, weaving throughout xeir collection, somehow able to avoid tripping over anything.

Soon enough, they came upon a small 1950s era kitchen. Two counters, a stove, and a sink formed a corner tucked away between a row of unplugged television and a huge crooked stalagmite growing from the floor.

Glade opened the oven and pulled out a pan of fresh bread. Xeir hands were bare, but did not burn on the hot metal dish. Xey grabbed a knife from a drawer and cut a slice, laying it out on a neon green ceramic plate.

"Eat while it's still hot," Glade said with a bright smile. In xeir time spent with Harlow, xeir teeth had dulled significantly, and xeir gums had taken on a pale shade of pink.

Harlow reluctantly tried the bread, finding it to be heavenly. He scarfed it down, suddenly famished.

"Thank you," he said automatically.

"I have much food. It is scattered about my home, and easy to find if you look. It never rots. You may feast on it as you please."

Harlow sighed, and clambered up to sit on the counter. "I'm really never leaving, am I?"

"I am glad you finally understand."

"What happens when you get bored of me?"

"I never get bored of my playthings."

Harlow glanced around his surroundings, then closed his eyes. It was all so overwhelming. More colors and shapes than he had seen in his lifetime now filled his vision no matter where he looked.

"How big is this place?"

"Infinite. If you travel far enough, my collection begins to grow thin. There is a boundary of where my possesions lie, and after that is the abyss. It can be nearly impossible to find one's way back from nothingness."

"I hate it here," Harlow raged. "I want to be around other people. Not you."

"I will bring you some," Glade promised. "Allow me a few minutes to collect them."

Harlow froze. How could he allow more people to be stuck in this horrible purgatory of preserved humanity, just so he could have someone to talk to?

"No. Please. Don't put anyone else through this."

"Oh, how you confuse me." Something odd bloomed over Glade's face. "I see. Come along then."

Harlow hopped off the counter and followed Glade as xey walked under a vast canopy of safety pinned together curtains.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," xey called in a sing song voice. "I've brought a new trinket."

People approached Glade and Harlow from the shadows. Well, not people, exactly.

They were like Glade, monstrous and wonderful, stepping straight from a story book and into Harlow's prison.

A serpentine woman curled herself around a pillar. Her brass scales gleamed in the light filtering in through the canopies. A forked tongue slid out of her open blue mouth and examined the air.

Hovering a few feet above the ground, an unholy sprectre of a fair young woman flickered. Its ratted wedding dress and brilliant smile were smeared with blood.

A demon dressed in full armor, with an iron cap fashioned to fit his horns, stood at attention, a fearsome smile on his smoldering lips. An angel stood to his left, a mirror counterpart, glowing with the cold light of heaven in contrast with the warm fires of hell. Both opposing figures were bound to one another with golden thread.

In a shallow water fountain knelt a person with the wings of a dragonfly. As light flitered through zir wings, blues and greens played tricks on the water, nearly blinding in its intensity.

Still more beings continued to approach Glade, more than Harlow could keep track of, intent on viewing whatever treasure xey had brought back with xem.

"I finally brought a human home," Glade said proudly. "Isn't he just a doll?"

Harlow flinched as numerous hands and insect like feelers crept over his body, Glade's companions examining him closely.

"Get off of me."

The inhuman figures began to undress him, murmuring in appreciation at the new creature in their midst.

Harlow tugged back at his clothing, trying to preserve his modesty in the throng of bizzare creatures, none whom held any care for his feelings nor his arguments.

He tried to break free of them, pushing and shoving, even striking at them with closed fists and elbows. But he was pulled back, the creatures murmuring in apreciation on how bizzarly their newest aquisition behaved.

"Stop touching me," Harlow cried. "God, please. I hate being crowded. What the fuck are you doing?"

"What is it doing?" the spectre asked. It brought its freezing, yet intangible, hand to Harlow's face, as though to seize his tears.

"That is so weird," another remarked, clicking its pincers in an oddly specific pattern.

The different figures murmured to each other, formulating explanations.

"Why is it doing that?"

"Is it because we're touching it?"

"It's water, I think."

"He's crying," Glade explained, flapping xeir hands in mimicry of human excitement. "It means he's upset. Isn't it the most delightful thing?"

"I hate you," Harlow said thickly, as tears continued to stream down his reddened cheeks. "I want to go home."

"You are so repetitive," Glade remarked.

Harlow finally relented. As the sea of hands overwhelmed and violated him, grasping at every piece of his flesh, he only hoped that they would soon grow bored and move on to newer shinier pursuits. He couldn't stand to do this for the rest of eternity.

@little-flame-prince @anomalys-taxonomy @elim-flower @devourerofcheesecake @thedarkmongoose @whumpsday @whumpshaped @stuffbybean @heavenly-whumper

#Whump #Fantasy whump #Whump one shot #Cloning whump #Kidnapping whump #Nonhuman whumper #Human whumpee #Doll whump

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solarsystementertainment · 10 months

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Fashion Irritation

The Zodiac members get ready for an award show

The Zodiac dorm was currently in a level of chaos it hasn’t seen yet. The rookie group was nominated for several awards including the Asian Artist Award, which is the event the members were currently getting ready for. Ten of the members were running around the dorm getting ready. They might be trying to find their formal shoes, they might be trying to figure out how to tie their tie. Or maybe they were eating and some sauce fell on to their formal shirt and they were frantically trying to get the stain out.

Arthur had locked himself in his and Merlin's shared room and he was on the brink of tears. He was having a very bad day in terms of his fluctuating muscle weakness and fine motor skills. He was going to need to attend the award show while on his crutches. He's already nearly fallen over five times just in the dorm, so there was no way he was going to walk the red carpet or whatever without his mobility aid.

As frustrating as that is, Astrologers are aware that he occasionally needs crutches due to a childhood accident that flares up from time to time. Therefore it wasn't as frustrating as what was currently happening.

Arthur has spent the past twenty minutes trying to button his shirt. Yes he has been timing it. The thing is, his fine motor skills have decided to leave the building today, and he was still working on the first button. Normally this wouldn't be too much of an issue because he'd just wear a pull-over or find Merlin. Given the nature of the event, he couldn't wear a pull-over. Merlin also wasn't home.

Merlin had frantically run out of the dorm earlier with his garment bag. There had been some kind of emergency at the Venom-mal dorm and Jihye, Merlin's sister had texted him, telling him to come quick. Anyway, Merlin quickly packed up his outfit in his garment bag and told the group that he'd meet them at the venue for the award show.

Either way, since Arthur is unable to ask his boyfriend for help, he's going to need to ask one of the other members for help. It's honestly slightly embarrassing. He's not really embarrassed when Merlin helps him because one, they're in a relationship. And more importantly, two, they've known each other since they were in diapers and Merlin has always been there to help him whenever he needed it. It was almost like second nature. There's just something slightly awkward and embarrassing about having to ask someone for help. Especially when it's something you feel you shouldn't have issues with in the first place. Arthur sighed as he began thinking about which member he should ask for help.

Arthur grabbed his crutches and made his way out of his room. The scene he walked in on was somewhat humorous. His three hyungs were all dressed and looked rather pristine. Meanwhile Taehoon is underneath the pile of animals, who all apparently crawled on top of him for a nap. Jihoon was sitting with Jasper at the dining table doing some kind of homework. Youngbin and Junseok were in the kitchen, fighting over a bottle of hot sauce.The interesting thing is that the three oldest seemed to be watching the others out of their periphery, but didn’t seem that concerned about the chaos. Meanwhile Woong looked like he was about to blow a gasket.

The main thing is that Arthur didn't feel like bringing attention to himself right now. But if he goes into the common area to ask one of his members for help, that's exactly what he'll be doing. Ultimately, he decided to go back to his room and use his phone to text one of them to come and help him.

Arthur turned around to go back to his room. Just as he was turning the door knob of his door, he saw Minseok exit their room out of his periphery. Arthur chose to take his chance.

"Minseok-ah, can I please talk to you in my room?" He asked. Minseok nodded their head and followed Arthur.

"What's up, hyung?" They asked.

"I need help getting dressed." Arthur said, only to get a confused look in response.

"Why do you need help? You look like you're doing just fine on your own." Arthur sighed, once again feeling tears beginning to form.

"I can't get my shirt buttoned. Everytime I try, the button falls out of my grip." Out of the sheet frustration of the whole situation, the tears that had been threatening to come out finally spilled.

"Alright hyung." Minseok said. The younger grabbed either side of Arthur's shirt and buttoned it far quicker than Arthur could have on a good day.

"Thanks, Min. By the way, which tux did you decide to wear?"

"No problem, hyung. I chose the tux with the tails. I'm also going to put my hair in a bun. It'll look great." Minseok said excitedly before leaving the room to finish getting ready.

Now that Arthur’s shirt was buttoned, he finished getting dressed and finally joined the others in the common area. It wasn’t much longer before it was time for the group to leave for the award show. All eleven men were clad in black tuxedos. Some with tails, some without. Arthur was very much still a bit annoyed that he would be walking his very first red carpet while on crutches, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

Merlin had arrived at the venue before the group arrived, and he wasn’t matching the rest of the group. Instead of wearing a black tux, his was navy blue. Jehyuk looked a tiny bit annoyed at that, but there wasn’t much that could be done.

“Lin, why is your tux blue? It was black this morning.” Arthur asked his boyfriend. As much as he’d like to kiss him right now, he didn’t because they weren’t out to the public yet and their company told them to wait a bit longer.

Merlin had a somewhat fond smile on his face as he answered. “Apparently the emergency that Jihye messaged me about was of the fashion variety. Her group is also coming to this award show, but Joey’s tux was apparently too long. Jihye guessed that I’m the same size as Joey, so she asked me to bring my tux over. They only had black thread at the dorm and because of that it would be easier to hem a black tux over a navy blue tux. We switched tuxedos, then I helped with the process of hemming.” Jehyuk looked a little less annoyed at the explanation.

“You do realize that fans of both groups will likely notice the color change right?” Jehyuk asked.

“Yes, we’re all aware. Jihye messaged her group’s manager and he’s in contact with pr. Besides we all know it’s just going to be a rumour at most, if anything comes out. Also it might cause management to let us come out to the public sooner rather than later.” Merlin smirked as he said this. Literally the entire group rolled their eyes, but they had to agree with the point. What better way to get management to agree to revealing a relationship than causing a rumour of a non-existent relationship.

Sure enough Astrologers and Anti-Venom noticed that Merlin and Joey were wearing different colors compared to the rest of their groups. It also wasn’t super long before dating rumours between the did actually begin circulating. Merlin had also been right in that the dating rumour between himself and Joey did cause their company to allow Merlin and Arthur to come forward with their relationship much sooner.

#zodiac kpop group

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Hello! It's Winter! I went back to the earlier years with this story. I hope everyone enjoys it.

Early

It had been a week - one excruciatingly long week - since he saw his girlfriend. 168 hours since he kissed her body and been inside her. A glance at his watch indicated he was only 2 hours away from holding her again. He caught the train on time, took a quick nap onboard, and now found himself bounding the stairs to her house.

“Brigitte! I’m here!” Emmanuel announced as he walked in and removed his shoes at the door.

A few seconds had passed before he called her name again. “Brigitte!?”

If the front door hadn’t been unlocked, he would have assumed no one was home. “Brigitte? Dearest, are you here?”

“Yeah, I’m here.” She finally made herself seen in a white, oversized sweatshirt and pink fuzzy slippers. Her long, blonde hair was thrown up in a messy bun and she wore not a dab of makeup on her freshly washed face. It wasn’t the sexy attire Emmanuel hoped his girlfriend would greet him in, but nonetheless, his heart raced when he saw her.

“Are you okay?” He asked, throwing his duffel bag on the floor between them.

“I’m fine.” She answered, irritated.

He wondered if he had done something wrong to receive such a cold, heartless welcome. After a week of being apart, the Brigitte he knew & loved would wrap her long legs around his waist, frantically kiss him all over, and refuse to separate until they were both satisfied.

“Chérie, are you mad at me?” Emmanuel held out his hand, desperately craving her touch. “This is not the greeting I deserve.”

“Were you expecting me to bow at your feet and roll out the red carpet? Or did you want me to get down on my knees right away?” Brigitte replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

Choosing to ignore his girlfriend’s rude comment, Emmanuel brushed past her to the kitchen.

He briefly considered leaving, but that wouldn’t be fair. He waited an entire week to see her, and he didn’t care if she was being disrespectful, he would make the most out of their weekend.

After putting his empty glass of water in the sink, he decided to wash the train smell off his body.

“I’ll be out in 10 minutes,” Emmanuel yelled, turning on the hot water in the shower. After receiving no acknowledgement, he locked the bathroom door.

Stepping out into the hallway, he was met with darkness and complete silence.

“Brigitte?” He searched the house, quietly whispering her name as he entered each room. The last place he checked was the bedroom, finally finding her asleep wearing only his t-shirt. Stripping off his boxers, he slipped into bed next to her.

“Have you been watching me?” Emmanuel sensed he was being stared at as he opened his eyes. The sunlight beaming through the window indicated it was around 8 AM.

“You’re so handsome when you’re asleep. But you’re even sexier when you’re awake. Did you sleep well, my darling?” She asked, laying her head on his hairy chest. "I've been up for about an hour but I didn't have the heart to wake you."

Running his hand through her damp hair, he inhaled the fresh scent of vanilla soap. Things appeared to be back to normal but he still threaded carefully.

“Are you feeling better this morning?” Emmanuel inquired, half expecting the beast from yesterday to unleash on him again.

When their eyes met, she stared deep into his soul and smiled. “Yes, I’m sorry about last night.”

“What happened? You were behaving like a different person. If I did something wrong, please tell me.” Emmanuel kissed her cheek.

“I will not make excuses for my behaviour, but I was experiencing painful cramps when you showed up,” Brigitte confessed, looking away. “Accompanied by other things as well.”

“Was it something you ate?” He asked innocently.

“I …. I .. My period started two hours before you arrived and my body reacted horribly.” When it came to feminine issues, Brigitte was honest and open with Emmanuel. They often joked that he knew her cycle better than she did.

He hugged her tightly, “it arrived early? You weren’t expecting it until Monday.”

(Case and Point)

“For some reason, it’s off this month. But I’m sorry because you didn’t deserve the way I treated you. I was upset with my body for betraying me and ruining everything I had planned for our weekend. I miss you like crazy, crave your affection, and then this happens!” Brigitte cried out, cursing her bad luck.

“What did you have planned for us?” Emmanuel asked.

She blushed, “well, it mostly involved you and me being naked in this room.”

He smirked and an evil grin spread across his face. “We can still do everything you had in mind.”

“No, we can’t!”

“Trust me, we can. I’m not going to let anything ruin our weekend together.” Emmanuel kissed her hand, “I would do anything for you.”

“Even this?” She raised her eyebrow suspiciously.

“Whatever you feel comfortable with. I’m all in, Brigitte. But first, let me grab the nice, big piece of chocolate I saw on the kitchen counter last night. I was craving it, but I knew I would have gotten my arm bit if I took a piece.” Emmanuel laughed, leaping out of bed and slipping into his boxers. “Don’t move, chérie, I’ll be right back with your two favourite things.”

“Ohh - and what might that be?” She giggled.

“Chocolate … and me.”

Hellooo Winter! ❤️

Hahaha aren’t we all girls Brigitte? 🤭 Some months are definitely complicated! But poor Emmanuel thinking he had done something wrong, the sweet potato.

Chocolate is always a fantastic idea 😜

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #winter

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dehydration-stati0n · 2 years

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Sanji Aladdin AU

Rules Word Count: 0.6k

Sanji's feet hit the dusty pavements as he turned corner after corner, trying to lose the shopkeeper that chased after him. He had stolen a piece of bread, desperate for anything to eat. The young blond was starving on the streets, homeless, and alone.

He grunted when he ran into a sturdy leg. He looked up to see Zeff, the Sultan of Agrabah.

"Watch it, boy." He rasped, glaring down at him.

He nervously took a few steps backward before pulling a pocket knife out of his sock.

"You don't scare me."

Zeff snatched the knife out of Sanji's hand, "Don't go waving things like these around, you'll get yourself killed."

"At least I won't have to live like this anymore." He muttered out.

"What's your name kid?"

"Sanji."

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Sanji adjusted his vest in the mirror. Zeff had decided to take him in and raise him as his own and he was excited. He'd finally have the dad he always wanted, and he wouldn't have to go hungry anymore.

The plate clattered against the window sill of the large curtained opening, as he fed the rats that managed to get up there.

"You ready yet?" Zeff's asked from the doorway.

"In a minute." He responded, watching the rodents as they ate. He wanted to make sure they had enough before he left.

A small smile formed on the Sultan's face, he was glad Sanji's new status didn't take away his kindness and child-like wonder.

He turned to face Zeff, the now empty plate in his hands, "Alright, I'm ready to learn how to cook now, dad."

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"Why do we hardly have any women working in the palace?" The young blond questioned, following behind Zeff.

"I don't like to yell at women, Sanji."

"Why not?"

The soft red carpets and the large white pillars adorning the halls always managed to slightly intimidate the eager kid. It was all so big, maybe too big. When it was his turn to become Sultan he wanted to share the place with everyone in the city. He thought it'd be fun if he turned it into a restaurant of sorts, where people could come and eat for free.

"True gentlemen don't raise their voices or hit women."

"Really?"

"Yes, if I ever see you doing something like that I'll disown you." Zeff threatened.

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"I'm a great cook! You just can't taste!"

"Don't get into fights with our servants Sanji," Zeff told him from where he stood behind one of the many stoves in their kitchen.

"I didn't start it!" Sanji began, "Tell him to keep his mouth shut!"

"If you're bad at cooking, I'm gonna tell ya." Patty sneered, cutting a carrot. "We don't need you ruining our reputation of being high-class chefs."

"Whatever," Sanji grumbled, he'd just have to try again. He'd show them that he was a great cook and wouldn't embarrass them. He was going to be a great leader who cooked good food for everyone in Agrabah.

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He put his golden cloak on, pressing his cigarette into the metal ashtray to put it out.

He wasn't as nervous as he thought he'd be. He assumed it was because he had gotten to know the people in Agrabah. Zeff had taken him with him when he'd help or talk to the citizens. It really helped Sanji get to know everyone and for everyone to accept him as the next heir. He even made amends with the shopkeeper he always robbed.

"You better not fail this city," Zeff told him.

"I'll be an even better ruler than you were, damn geezer."

"I'll kill you if you let anyone starve."

Sanji paused, "Thank you for everything you've done for me over the years." He croaked out, he didn't want to get emotional yet. Zeff only patted his back, smiling at how much his son has grown.

Taking a breath, he pushed open the two doors leading out to the balcony that overlooked the city. The people below cheered as he stepped out and was officially announced as the next Sultan.

#Sanji #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece oneshot #one piece fanfic #black foot sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji op #aladdin au

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hiddlewhore · 3 years

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Proud of you

Warnings: smut. Idc if you're not 18+ but be at least 15+ ty

Summary: after the premiere of shang chi and the legend of the ten rings. You have some fun and reward him for being such a good boy ;)

A/n: to the ppl who requested stuff. I'm kinda having a writer's block on those and I was just so excited to write this one so I hope yall don't mind. Also this is kinda gender neutral I think?

"U ready babe?" My boyfriend asked and I replied with "Yeah just a second."

In a few minutes we would stand on the red carpet for the premiere of simu's new film. The first Asian character with his own movie in the mcu. It's so special to him and he's been so excited for weeks. Well for years actually.

I walked down the stairs and simu was waiting for me in the living room. He saw me and his jaw dropped. "W...wow you look so...sexy..." I blushed and stepped closer to him. "And you look soo handsome. Gosh if we didn't had to go right now, I would've literally jumped on you and fucked you on the couch." I said and he laughed. "We still have some time" He smirked and his face was close to mine. I grabbed his cheek with my hand and smiled. "If we get home, I promise." I winked and kissed him. His hands rubbed my back and wandered to my butt. He softly rubbed it and looked at me with sparkles in his eyes. "I love you." He whispered softly. "I love you too but we really need to go now." I said and he nod. He opened the door of the car like a real gentleman and we left.

Cameras were flashing, interviewers were asking simu questions, fans were asking for pictures...everything was so cool and simu was an absolute sweetheart throughout all of this. And he was just so happy to be here. Him talking about inspiring little Asian kids made my eyes water. Gosh I'm so lucky to call him mine. He held me as much as possible. His hand was on my hip the whole time and he would sometimes kiss me for a picture.

We finished watching the movie and it was better than I ever expected. The visual effects, the story line, him...everything was perfect. I was so proud of him. I often looked away from the screen to look at simu. His hand was holding mine the whole time, his eyes fixed on the movie and his mouth was forming a big smile. But I must say, when his shirtless scene came up, I was getting kinda hot and I'm pretty sure he noticed. I shifted in my seat and crossed my legs trying to relieve some of the tension that was going on in my pants.

We arrived home and he asked "Hey everything okay" And I snapped out of my thoughts. "What? Yes sorry...I was just thinking" I replied. "About?" He raised an eyebrow and I smiled. "About you obviously..." and a smirk formed on my face. "Good because I was also thinking about you. About all the things I want to do to you right now." "Oh? Well show me then." I said and he bit his lip.

He grabbed my face and kissed me. I opened my mouth and we were making out like crazy. He pushed me against the wall and I felt a weird tingling feeling in my stomach. Oh my god he's so hot. His tongue was exploring my mouth while I took his jacket off. He was only wearing a white shirt now that hugged his muscular body perfectly. I swear I could've just cummed right there and then. He pulled away and we caught our breaths.

"You know that I LOVE you in this beautiful red dress but I really want to see what's under it now so if you don't mind?" I licked my lips and he pulled the straps of my dress down and kissed my shoulder. He was biting and sucking on it definitely leaving marks. He moved to my neck and sucked on my sweet spot. "O-oh y-yes..." I threw my head back and moaned. "Gosh you look so sexy like this" He said and picked me up. While he walked to our bedroom, i started to kiss his neck. "Love, if you don't want me to trip and drop you, I'd stop doing what you're doing right now." I laughed and said sorry when I felt a hard smack on my ass. "Sorry who?" He said with a low voice and I raised my eyebrow. "Really? You want me to call you daddy?" We arrived in our bedroom, he threw me on our bed and whispered in my ear. "Yes, if you want to cum, you have no other choice."

His words sent shivers down my spine and I grew wetter with the second. I've never seen his so dominant before. I liked it but it was his big day and I wanted to take care of him. I pulled him with me on the bed and got on top of him. His eyes widened and I kissed him. I bit his lip and whispered "not today baby boy, I'm gonna make you feel good. It's your day."

"But I want to make you feel goo-" I cut him off with another kiss while my hands took his pants and his shirt off revealing his toned abs.I took his dick out of his white boxers and rubbed it. Pre-cum leaked from his tip and I sucked on it making him groan. My tongue swirled around it and his hand flew to my hair grabbing my locks tightly. "D-don't s-stop l-love..." He moaned and I felt the same fluttering feeling in my stomach again.

I bobbed my head and tried to get him as much in my mouth as I could. His tip hit my throat and my hand stroked the rest. His head fell back and his eyes were closed. I released him from my mouth and said "look at me when I make you cum pretty boy." He groaned in frustration and I continued sucking him off. His moans and groans grew louder with the second so I knew he was close. I went faster and he grabbed my hair again and shoved my head all the way down on his dick and came in my mouth. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. I swallowed his cum and he smiled. His hand grabbed a strand of my hair and put it behind my ear. "You're so beautiful like this...I could look at you forever. And seeing you swallowing all my cum makes me so..."

I licked his abs, his neck and finally kissed him again. Him tasting himself on my tongue. "Gosh babe you'll be the death of me." "If it makes you feel good, gladly." We laughed and he looked at me with so much love in his eyes. "What?" I blushed. "I love you so much." He whispered and I whispered back "I love you more."

"And now it's my turn to make you cum." He said and got on top of me.

#simu liu x reader #simu liu smut #simu liu #shang chi smut #shang chi edit #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings #shang chi #marvel fics #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel smut

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mysticalrambling · 3 years

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Hey there😄😄I hope you're doing fine....I love your fanfictionss just too much and *adorable addition* is just my top favorite atory of yours😍😍😍. Yesterday you said i could make a request too so i was wondering if you can take in a request??😅😅 which is a Steve Rogers x reader request, which I had in mind for a long long time...I have made this request to some authors before but some of them never responded or just weren't interested in writing it so you can too decline but hear me out please😅😅... Ok so here goes nothing....

**Steve and reader being in an arranged marriage and steve is very rude towards the reader and would blame her, that due to their marriage he is not with peggy and how she irritates him, but still the reader did sweet things for him, made him food, tried to make him happy and tried to make their marriage work...but one day when she has enough of all the hurt, she stop doing stuff for steve and starts ignoring him..and also steve sees that peggy didn't love him but only his status as Captain America and was happy with someone else..then he realises his mistake and felt bad for treating his wife poorly...he tries to make up things with her but she now ignores him...His team members berate him for ignoring his wife and he gets jealous seeing someone else making a move on her.....and now he has to work his ass off to win back his wife...And can you end it with a happy ending and can it be long also? please🥺🥺

Arrange Marriage (S.R)

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and I loved the plot line. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it and I am open to more requests.

Steve Rogers Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Summary: Steve and you are married because the government wants Captain America to be a family ma. Steve is not happy with the arrangement and thinks he is in love with Peggy. You try to make your marriage work but he insults you every chance he gets. However, everything works out eventually.

Warnings: Angst but eventual fluff.

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"I prepared some dinner for you," You spoke out when you saw your husband rushing towards his room. That's right, his room. Even though you were married for about a month now, you have never been in the same room for more than ten minutes.

"I am not hungry." He was quick to dismiss you and went straight to his room. You just looked at the muddy footsteps that were the only evidence that Steve was here. He was on one of his missions with your dad, Nick Fury. Your step dad, actually, because he rescued you from one of hydra base camps when you were eight years old. Those times were something that you have repressed in your mind and you would never think about them.

A few tears escaped your eyes when you kept all of the untouched food in the fridge which you spent hours preparing. You understood that you were not your husband's first choice but you both had an obligation to try to make it work. But lately, it was like you were all alone in this relationship and you felt so worthless.

Wiping the tears away, you made your way to the master bedroom because you had enough. If years of therapy have taught you anything, it is that no one had the right to make you feel that way. "Come in!" His pissed off voice filtered through the door and you took a shaky breath before entering.

"Hi. I just wanted to say that I prepared all of your favorite food and you didn't even look at it." You spoke timidly.

"I told you I was not hungry." He said from the changing closet and came out in his sweats. Looking tired was something not new for Captain America now a days and everyone at work was also starting to notice the change. "Why are we pretending to be like a normal, married couple?"

"Why can't we be one? I am trying here." He looked anywhere but at you because he knew that he would see those damp eyes. That was enough to make him feel guilty and he wanted to prevent that.

"You know why. I am in love with Peggy." The most hurtful thing that your life partner can say to you and Steve just did without taking your feelings into account.

"Then you could have said something before we got married." Panic was slowly setting in because you realised that you were stuck in a marriage that is never going to work out.

"The whole government was pushing me towards this marriage and Peggy was still not ready for that kind of commitment. I was stuck with you." Steve knew that the statement hurt you the moment the words escaped his lips. This was a revelation that rocked your world. And not in a great way, might you add. "You could have rejected the proposal."

"Do you think it was that simple for me? Dad has done so much for me and this was the one thing that he asked off me so I did not refuse. I thought that you agreed to this marriage and we could work it out in the future." Those dreams were being crushed right now and you knew that this marriage was doomed. It was like a hit to your gut and you felt caged in this room with your husband.

"Well, we can not." Leaving the room, you went straight to bed and cried yourself to sleep because there was nothing else you could add to that conversation.

After sometime, Steve came out of his room and made his way towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he took out the food to heat it up and realised that you made all of his favorite food. He was never going to admit it but he loved your cooking. Every night he comes in to the kitchen to eat all the food that you prepared for him. However, he realised that you didn't eat any of the food so you probably went to bed hungry. The guilt was eating him up and he felt helpless because he wanted to think that he didn't care about you. But sometimes, you don't even realise when a person is warming their way into your heart.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Steve was home today and you were going out of your mind with boredom so you thought of asking him for some company.

"I am not in the mood." He was quick to dismiss the idea and turned around in the hallway while still scrolling through his phone.

"I just thought-"

"You thought nothing. Why are you so clingy? I told you I do not want to work on this relationship. You are the reason that I can not be with the love of my life. Please just leave me alone.” He rudely interrupted you because he was not in the mood to interact with anyone. Seeing a picture of Peggy on instagram, he became aware of the fact that he could not be with her because he is a married man now.

Peggy Carter had been the first person that he saw when he woke up from the ice after 40 years. She helped him to become Captain America and she was the most important person in his eyes. Those few months were really difficult for Steve but she helped him get through them. Peggy quickly became his girlfriend and when the councilmen wanted him to get married, he was quick to propose. But she told him that she was not ready to take that step and she backed off. He was still pining over her and it was not fair to blame you for everything but he needed to do that to make himself feel better.

“I am sorry.”

“(Y/N)-” You left before he could say anything else. There is only so much a person can tolerate.

Over the course of a few days, Steve noticed that you were indeed leaving him alone. You were not there to welcome him home when he got back from his missions and give him a massage even after he told you not to. You did not cook from him anymore and he really missed it. He loved the fact that you always made his favorites and you never even had to ask him. You haven’t talked to him since the night he yelled at you. Guilt was an emotion that he often felt whenever he saw you.

“So there is a charity event that we both are invited too. It’s black tie optional.” He leaned against the door as he watched you doing laundry.

“Okay, I will be ready.” These were the only five words that you have said to him in the past two weeks and they were not enough. He has missed you and your conversations. The house was too quiet now a days and he didn’t like it one bit. But he was too stubborn to be the one to break the wall.

“You have to wear a dress. Many people will be watching you because you are Captain America’s wife so please do not go with your sense of style.” He wanted to slap himself in the face when he saw you freeze. Why couldn’t he just have said something nice to her? Steve didn’t know how to talk to you without messing it up.

“Okay.” Sighing, he left the room and sulked in his bedroom for the remaining day.

You were never going to say it out loud, but you were really hurt by what he said today and that day. None of it was your fault and you have been thinking about ending this marriage. However, the thing was that you made a commitment and you were never the one to back out from things. You quickly finished doing the laundry and went to take a shower.

“Are you ready?” Steve fixed his bow tie before you opened the room and he was left speechless. You in a red dress with a slit running through the side was a side of you that he had never seen. So bold and outgoing.

“Yes. Just let me quickly apply my lipstick.” Watching you apply a red lipstick left him in a trance. His wife was truly something unique but he just ignored it. Shaking himself out of it, he thought about Peggy and how he loves her. You both left afterwards and the car ride was quiet with the exception of a few stolen glances.

‘We have to go hand in hand and smile for the red carpet.”

“Okay.”

You were always a little scared to walk in to these kinds of events and so you tightly clutched on to your husband’s arm. Steve knew that you were a little bit of an introvert so he squeezed your hand in response.

“I am going to go meet some councilmen.”

“I’ll be by the bar.” Making your way towards the makeshift bar, you ordered a martini and just sat there mixing your drink. On the other hand, Steve made polite talk with the councilmen and then excused himself to the washroom. He heard someone mention his name on his way to the washroom and that piqued his interest.

“Come on, I was never in love with Steve. He was my assignment from the S.H.I.E.L.D and that was it. I had to help Captain America adjust to this life. I love you, Oliver and that is a fact.” Steve quickly left before he could hear anything else.

Honestly, he couldn’t believe that all those months spent with Peggy were just a lie and he was ruining his marriage because of her. He thought that it would hurt a lot but it was kind of a relief. He was now realising that he was never in love with her. It was kind of an obligation for him because he thought that he somehow owed it to Penny. But he didn’t and now he can finally give his marriage a fair try and not feel guilty about it.

“So what is a beautiful girl like you doing at a bar all alone?” Turning around, you saw Bucky with a smile adorning his face.

“Hi. It’s been such a long time since I last saw you.” You hugged your friend because he was one of the people that you were close to. You actually missed him in these past few months and were glad to see him right now. Getting in to a conversation was way easier than you thought.

“Hey Buck. What are you doing?” Your husband was quick to place his hands on the small of your back and you silently choked on his intimate gesture.

“I am fine, Stevie. Just catching up with (Y/N).”

“Oh okay. Would you mind if I take my wife to the dance floor?”

“No worries.” Silently taking you to the middle of the room, you both got to dancing and your breath hitched when he was so close to you right now. His cologne had taken over all your senses and you were drunk on him. God, it was pathetic but you could not help yourself.

“I want to try to work on our marriage.” You didn’t know if you were hearing things right now so you muttered a silent, “Come again.” He silently chuckled and repeated the sentence again. Looking at him, you stopped dancing and left the room.

“Why did you leave?” He found you at the balcony just staring at the stars with your hands wrapped around yourself. “It’s freezing.”

“Why? Why would you say something like that?” You whispered silently.

“I mean it. I want to try.”

“Don’t you love Peggy?”

“I have realised that I didn’t love her. It was like an obligation to me and I like you.”

“I can’t do this. You insulted me every chance you got and you made me think so low of myself.”

“I know and I am so sorry for that. I will spend my life apologising to you for it. Please, give me a chance.” There were some tears in your eyes and everything was becoming blurry.

“I can’t do that. I will always be your second choice.”

“No, you are not. Trust me, I have had feelings for you but I have been trying to repress them from the very start.” He tried to touch you but you took a step back.

“If we try this relationship thing out, will you promise me that you will tell me when you want to get out. We can get divorced right then and there.”

“I don’t want to be divorced and I will spend my life making it up to you.” He was quick to kiss you and it was way better than your wedding ceremony kiss. “I like you, (Y/N).”

“I like you too, Steve.” You went in to kiss him again and were glad that this marriage was going to work.

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tetralea · 3 years

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To play a game

Pairing: dom!Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 1.8K+

Warning: dom-sub dynamics, dirty talking, cum in panties, exhibitionism, semi-public play, vaginal sex

Summary: You are attending at an event with Tom and the both of you likes to play dirty, so you ditch your panties for the night.

A/N: So,it was inspired by a conversation veeery long ago with @we--are---not--afraid also it kind of clashes with this ask: (P.S please at least say hi, next time because I’m not writing on demand)

The event was loud and as overwhelming as ever no matter how many times you did it. The red carpet walks, the interviews, the photos, it got easier over time but never less draining. The only thing what kept you on the edge was one specific man and the hurried promise he made before you got out of the car.

‘I bet you are not bold enough do this event without your panties.’ Tom purred into your ear, his eyes and words challenging you.

This is how it happened, your hands sliding under the dress which reached around your knees to find your panties and push it into Tom’s pocket. ‘And I bet you can’t walk around with my panties in your pocket without someone noticing.’ Your little head tilt and innocent eyes earned a groan and a dangerous glint in those brown eyes, but he didn’t say a thing.

It has been an hour now at least and you felt yourself growing wet as the cool air brushed against your pussy. You knew your dress was long enough to cover you by any means, but it didn’t help your feeling of being exposed and absolutely aroused by doing all this small talk and posing while not wearing your underwear, let alone having them in Tom’s pocket. It was a dirty little secret for the two of you, which riled you up more and more by every minute.

The first time you could finally talk to him again was before the dinner when he stepped to you, his fingers lightly touching your shoulder.

‘Do you have a minute for me, darling?’

With an apologetic smile you excused yourself from the group and started to follow him through the crowded room to an empty, dark hallway, curtains hanging from each side, giving you just enough cover for now. His fingers were interlocking with yours during the walk, only letting them go when he pushed you to the wall, getting tangled in a curtain a little.

‘How are you doing lovie?’ His words were hushed, lips finding yours before you could have answered in a hungry kiss.

‘Better than you, I'd say.’ The devilish smile on your lips and the way he gave himself away so easily earned you another groan before he was back kissing you silly. It was hot and heavy with need, need building from the moment you got out of the car a few hours ago. His hard on was painfully obvious as he stepped a bit closer, his full body pressed to yours now. Sure, it explains why at least one of his hands were in his pocket. Those tight, slim pants didn’t hide his erection very well.

Between the heated sloppy kisses, Tom’s long fingers slipped under your dress. ‘Do you know how it felt watching you flirting with everyone and knowing you little pussy is bare under your pretty dress?’

It was a rhetorical question, but he didn't give you time to answer anyway, his lips were on yours, kissing you in a way it made your head spin, your small whimpers lost in his mouth. ‘Lovie, you soaked even your thighs.’ Tom cooed, when his fingers run up on your skin, to find you completely roused and wet. The sound you made then his touch, even if it was light as a feather hit your exposed pussy lips was almost feral. ‘You know, originally I wanted to finger you here and go back to fuck you later, but I don’t think I can wait for so long.’ His mumbles along with his ministrations were too much to let you form any more coherent thoughts. ‘I think there is a storage room across the hall, what do you think?’ His question was sweet as honey in sync with the way he was petting your pussy, coating his fingers in your slick, pressing into you a digit only when he touched your gaping entrance.

‘Yes.’ As embarrassing as it was this was the first and only word which come to your mind, to Tom’s amusement. He loved it, loved to make you so flustered and worked up you practically forgot how to form words and there were nothing left but those sweet noises only for him.

It felt like it wasn’t even a minute later when the door of the small room clicked behind you. Tom was immediately all over you, his hands trying to feel as much skin as you could, being desperate to finally have you. ‘Turn around, lovie.’

You did with a bit of a help, hands pressed to the hard, steel shelves, but you didn’t care. There was a bit of a pause while Tom undid his pants, a bit of a shuffling until he pushed them down till his knees, to pull himself free from his boxers. Lifting your dress with one hand and aligning his hot cock head with your entrance with the other shouldn’t have been this hot in this situation, but you couldn’t help it.

‘Tom?’ Your voice was weak and impatient, when you didn’t feel the immediate fullness, you were expecting but only the delicious stretch at your entrance. He stopped.

‘Ask for it, darling. You made me walk around with a hard cock all night, this is the least you could do to make it fair.’

The frustrated moan didn’t help, nor the almost inaudible please. ‘You know you can act like a little brat, and I could always just jerk off like this and leave you frustrated, so you better think about your next words carefully.’ With his words a sharp slap cut through the silence of the small space followed with your whimper when he slapped your ass a bit roughly.

‘Tom, please.’ You tried, but already knew it won’t cut it. He tsked with his tongue, which didn’t mean any good for you, mostly when you felt his hand slowly moving starting to gently stroke his own cock.

‘Last chance, baby girl.’ He warned and gave you another slap, his hand not speeding up yet.

The last nick name seemed to wash away all of your remaining resistance, getting the obedient little sub out of you.

‘Please, fuck me.’ Your words were so fast it was a miracle he heard them correctly.

‘What is it?’ Tom teased, leaning closer to your seemingly to hear better, pushing his thick cock half-way in during the process.

‘Please fuck me, please I need your cock!’ The words fumbled over your lips like prayer now, a shudder running down on your spine making you twitch around his cock.

‘Look at you. You must be so desperate.’ Along with the soft, slow purr he finally pushed into you fully inch by inch. The mewl you made was primal, finally feeling the fullness and weight of his cock inside of you.

‘Open up!’ It threw you off for a minute, but there was no time to think about it when he tapped on your lip, and something lace like touched them too. Tom stuffed your panties into your mouth without hesitation.

Your eyes rolled back, any of your previous resistance thrown out of the window, melting into Tom’s touch, as he fucked into you. He didn’t start slow, knowing your body enough by now, to be sure you could take it. He did slow down tho after a few minutes, to pull you closer, to pepper sweet kisses onto your neck, to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. ‘Such a good girl for me.’ Tom cooed and bit your earlobe, before letting you go and starting to thrust hard and fast again.

With your sounds muffled by your panties, lips and jaw stretching around them, eyes shut as you got lost in your pleasure, until you felt your high approaching. Your fingers left the selves which were warm under your palms now, to tap in his wrist twice.

‘Oh, baby girl, look how good you can be. Are you there? Are you asking for my permission?’ His words were surprisingly coherent compared to the state he was. You felt his thrust becoming sloppy, his grip on your body tightening, his pants and moans becoming more breathy, he was also close.

The answer for his question was a frantic nodding and a desperate cry trying to hold it.

‘Good girl. You can come on my command when I hit zero.’ With that Tom started to count down from ten, making it almost the longest ten seconds of your life because he didn’t slow down, he was taking you with the same strength and speed as before, making it especially hard for you to hold back your orgasm. Now you were grateful for the small ruined piece of fabric in your mouth to hold back your desperate cries, moans and whimpers, because you were on the edge, your whole body shaking during those ten seconds.

‘One, almost there.’ Tom’s voice was equally breathless and wretched. ‘Zero. Come baby girl, come on my cock. Come on.’

To the permission and encouragement, you started coming immediately without even fully registering it. It took a few seconds to really reach your peak. Your mouth opened to a silent O while your body shook and convulsed under the force of your orgasm. The small, wet hole tightening around Tom and the unmistakable signs of your orgasm pushed him over too, his cock twitching and oozing his thick, warm cum into you.

When it was over, he pulled out carefully, being aware of just how sensitive he made you. The small kisses on your shoulders sending shudders down on your arms, your eyes still closed, enjoying his closeness. He took your panties out of your mouth reaching down to use them to clean your thighs a little.

‘Did you enjoy it?’ He asked, his lips finally finding yours for a soft, loving kiss. ‘This is what you had in mind?’

‘Yeah, yeah thank you.’

‘Good, because otherwise you would be so punished at home for sticking this into my pocket. I was so fucking hard all night, darling.’ Tom softly schooled you while he turned you around trying to re arrange the both of you to a presentable state.

‘I know and it got me so wet.’ Your tired giggle was an obvious sign of your satisfied state.

‘Yeah?’ Tom looked at you with amusement. ‘Good, because you will wear a fresh pair now, right? And I know I’ll get hard again eventually, because you are running around with my cum in your pussy eventually dripping out of you and leaving a visible wet patch on your panties with all these very important people around us.’ As he talked you pulled out that fresh pair from your purse, he helped you to put it on, his fingers pressing the material to your entrance firmly. ‘Let’s go and enjoy the party while my hands are out of my pocket.’

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lady-ragnvindr · 3 years

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you more so have been an unassigned assistant for albedo. or rather care taker.

with long sighs leaving your lips as you somehow always get the chief alchemist to leave the lab, if just for a few minutes. get him to eat food that has just been made, smoke coming from the hot foods and drinks. getting him to set a hygienic schedule. of course, he doesn't smell all that bad, but it does accumulate when never leaving and being surrounded by all sorts of potions and discoveries. not good of a scent for klee, if she were to visit, or anyone for the matter.

setting this favoritism did bring rumors and questions, but you denied any and all that were to circulate of being his lover. because you weren't, you were a friend and practically his care taker, and assistant.

you were no where near as informative on the subject of alchemy, but you did know a thing or two due to being around him a lot. so it came to no surprise when you would help him in what you can.

like sorting the potions and glass that klee had gotten her hands on. or moving a few boxes around when getting new equipment. handing him books, open to the section he needed it on. even making a basic potions that can aid in his future research.

but you helped him. especially now.

when you got ready for the start of the week, ready to hand him an earful when he didn't leave his lab when you were out on a weeklong commission. with a basket of the nutritional food and drink, and some new materials that you saw he lacked of. you made your way to his lab.

seeing the sign of "lab in use" in it's bold black ink, you sighed when noticing the door is locked. grabbing your key, readying yourself to give him a short lecture on taking care of himself, a rather loud noise care from inside. it wasn't of anything falling or breaking, no explosions, if anything it sounded as if it came from a person.

with the door unlocked, you knocked three times before entering. nearly dropping your basket, and jaw at the sight in front of you. coat on the floor, boots taken off and looked as if thrown by his chair. gloves were on top of the table. his usual braid was undone, pale skin now tinted with a pink hue. even his hair, the tips looked as if he dipped them in a light pink dye.

heavy pants came from him. mumblings of incoherent words leaving his mouth, drool dripped down the corners of his lips. his eyes were closed.

gulping down nothing when spotting his hands, better yet his shorts too. which pooled at his thighs and his hands moved across his length in a quick pace.

seeing him in such a state did something to you.

-"it's too hot."

this time dropping your key at his words, he stopped at the sound and turned to your direction. you froze, mostly from him knowing that you're with him, but also from the eye color. his usual teal blue eyes, now pink.

-"it hurts. it hurts."

swallowing nothing and close the door, locking both of the locks. where with one of them, the only one with the key is albedo. placing your basket on a side table and walked to him with slow steps.

he kept mumbling of the heat and pain, his hands continued with the pace they had. wanting to do something, to help him, to release any pain he is enduring, but did you want to? his mind is probably already clouded with fogginess. probably couldn't give you any consensual reaction if you were to do something. you didn't want to strain your relationship with the alchemist after this.

you lifted a hand, near his left cheek, yet you didn't touch him. his eyes were already open and had watched you getting closer to him. he went to lean against your palm but you pulled away. tears were gathering at his eyes. everything about the situation was screaming that this isn't right, that this isn't him.

"so much. it hurts so much."

a sound, similar to a a whimper, when you wiped the tears that fell.

"can I touch you?"

nodding frantically at your question.

"use your words."

you cupped his cheeks to continue wiping the tears that fell. with the prominent blush on his face, you could feel that he was burning.

-"yes please. please touch me. touch me. touch me."

with one hand still on his face,the other traveled down. moving your thumb across his. he let go, your hand replacing his, and you set a pace. occasionally swiping your thumb in his head

he shuddered, he groaned, he moaned in just a few seconds after speeding up. bucking his hips and without warning came.

wiping your hand on his soiled shirt, and more noises left his lips.

-"more more more. please. plea-"

your hand hadn't left his face, went over his lips. the table would be the best choice, but you didn't want to clean, the only other choice was that floor. you knew there was a side that had almost zero experiment cloud, usually kept simple for when someone visited.

"can you stand?"

you removed your hands from his body, and his torso moved as if to chase after your fleeting touch.

when he stood up, his legs wobbled and he fell back down on the chair. but before he did, you finally took notice of the hight difference. with his boots, he was able reach just above your nose bridge, but you never took notice as you were never this close. he had the perfect height for you to kiss his forehead

running your hands on his shirt to take it off, but he did himself. admiring his body before moving.

you were so thankful for joining the adventures guild to become stronger. and become strong you did. with ease, you were able to pick him up. placing both hands on his bum, and you felt something you haven't felt in awhile.

his legs wrapped around your waist, with his arms around you neck. he felt a far better pleasure than what his hand could do.

"we're just gonna move a little."

he stopped moving his hips, to hear your whisperd words on his ear.

you moved and settled him on the floor, that had a carpet. a loud whine, whether because he wasn't able to continue the friction, or your body no longer closer to him, or because of the squeeze he felt when your hands left his bum.

"im going to take off the rest of your clothes."

he rushed in helping you. and you, you sat back on your calves to admire him.

"so beautiful."

you whisperd to yourself, but he might have heard, if his legs moving to cage you or something said anything.

running your hands on his torso, from his shoulders to his waist before settling on his hips. you just couldn't stop staring at him.

-"please."

blinking away from his length, and stared at his face.

"is this fine?"

your hands found themselves on his inner thighs and they trembled. he reached for your hand that wasn't on his thigh. holding his fingers with your left, and your right had lowered to his length.

moving forward, your knees touched his bum, you tightened your grip on his hand before letting go. leaning down, his breath was labored and you couldn't stop yourself from touching his thighs again.

-"more, please."

he whined and bucked, your hands lightly touching his length. he certainly wasn't big, nor small. but he wasn't thin either.

"is this fine?"

-"yes."

he nodded fast and you stared back down. needing to know that he was okay still

it wasn't long before he came again, painting his stomach and chest. head red and still dribbling a bit. he twitch when you started your pace again. writhing from your touch, and you paused.

overstimulation. you thought. you wouldn't hurt him. not when he was in this state.

"still hot?"

-"is... is better."

you sighed and had your hands move his legs. spreading them, careful to not touch him yet. leaning down, not caring about your shirt getting dirty when it met his torso

"green means to continue."

you spoke to him softly.

"yellow means to slow down."

you felt his arms go around your waist. his legs moved, but were still spread.

"red means to stop."

you heard him breath deeply. your face near his ear. leaving an open kiss where his shoulder and neck meet, and leaving more kisses around his neck.

"color?"

you would never forgive yourself if you hurt him when he is like this.

-"green. green."

it took a few minutes for him to respond. you were patient enough and just rubbed circles on his hip with your right hand.

humming and trailer kisses downwards. licking at his chest, mouthing at his nipples, all while your left hand held his. giving the other side the same attention and enjoyed the noises that fell from his lips.

a sudden whimper and his hand clutching tighter around your own, had you leaning away to let go. he had come a third time, but he whined as you lifted your torso. as you had only payed attention to his chest, you hadn't noticed his hips moving at the friction that your shirt gave when you were close.

-"give more. more more. please. just more."

it was all still new to you. seeing this side of him, one that probably doesn't even exist when sober.

sitting back on your calves and he whined once more. eyes trailing more down. it's to help him. you thought. not for yourself. avoiding the heat on your stomach when seeing his hole.

"tell me your color."

and your finger only rubbed the rim. his sudden jump from your action, had you pulling away.

-"green! it's green."

he continued to repeat the word. hesitating for a moment and moved your right hand over his mouth. he only opened his mouth and you had to tell him to get them wet.

feeling that it was enough, you moved you hand below and inserted only your middle finger.

it only brought his fourth orgasm. blinking slightly at your finger, your knuckle barely touching him. then at his face.

it was flushed with more red, it couldn't be heat. was he embarrassed by it? eyes were closed and his hands were in fists by his sides.

"doing so well."

his leg that was propped up, and kissed his knee.

"so well for me."

when moving your finger, you made sure to stare at his face, at his body. hoping to find that he isn't uncomfortable. he wasn't, he was only whining for more.

"I'm going to add a second."

he groaned and his hips moved, pushing your fingers deeper than you wanted to. a whimper from him and a tsk from you. the stretch was big for him. you stopped moving, having him get used to it first.

"better?"

he breathed out and had you lean in when pulling at your left hand, the one you haven't let go. huffing a smile and let go to wipe his drool. continuing the rhythm and you finally noticed something, something you should have the second you started thrusting your fingers.

he was wet. from what you knew, men aren't meant to be wet there. would it because of whatever happened before coming this way. no. what exactly happened?

blinking at the sudden pull from him, the whining of why you stopped, and his hips moving themselves when you stopped.

"still green?"

he nodded and you saw his eyes. they were back to his usual color but when he went to blink, the pink was back.

"I'm going to add a third, okay?"

wide eyes stared back at you and this time he pulled you in closer, just in time for your third finger to go deeper.

lips against lips. sighing into his mouth and made sure to continue thrusting.

"you're doing so well."

smiling and giving him a peck before leaning back.

the smile dropped when your fingers pressed against a special nerve. gasping and his eyes closed. feeling him clench around your fingers when deciding to press again.

tears were falling as he came for the fifth time. noting that the pink tips on his hair got darker. his skin was no longer burning. and his legs dropped. body twitching here and there when removing your fingers.

moving yourself to get up. he shot up to grab you. wincing, and wide eyes.

"I'm just going to get the basket."

you pointed over to the direction of where it sat and gave his sweaty forehead a kiss. brushing the hair that stuck to it and smiled at him.

you didn't take long to retrieve the item. opening it and you were glad to have gotten something that tastes just as good when gone cold as it would when warm.

"it's probably too much right now, so drink."

getting the flask with the tea and move him to sit on your lap. he leaned undeniably close to you and his head fell in between your shoulder and neck.

taking small sips of the tea, he sluggishly wiped his lips and you were lucky to bring in bananas for yourself.

"you still with me?"

he hummed and his face was facing your neck instead of the basket on your right. laughing a small bit and hand him a few slices.

"I'm going to have you put you down for a bit-"

-"no."

"okay."

kissing his temple and brought him closer. not caring of getting dirty.

you sighed into his hair, the tips getting lighter and his skin getting warmer.

"I'm guessing I'll be staying in here longer than a should."

only response was a shudder and a bite to your shoulder.

"certainly gotten bolder."

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