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ruinix · 4 months ago

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Quinn, eating your pussy at his own pace, for hours.

Hello, lovely. I didn't expect to receive another ask for another drabble. I am not ready (actually panicked when i received this). Anyways, I may have gotten overboard with the details before what you requested. Once more asking you to put the bar down🧎🏻‍♀️because.... i'm crying 😭😭😭

Treat

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Lots of kisses, Oral (fem receiving...as requested), Q just wanna eat you up--🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️

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You’re a treat. A fucking delicious one. Every time Quinn looks at you, his mouth instantly waters.

He always makes sure that you’re not doing anything that could be dangerous like chopping vegetables, cooking, or hopping over the counters to reach the highest cabinets. He will never endanger you. Though, work calls, phone calls with your friends or family, watching TV, watering plants, on your way out for errands, walking around the house because of boredom…those things aren’t dangerous. Important, sure but those can wait, right? You just look so delectable. Like a treat that’s just for him.

Quinn is sane enough to be wary, yet he could barely control himself when he pulls you for a kiss, pushing you against the nearest surface—the wall adjacent to your home office. He must kiss you and taste you mixed with your flavored lip balms. It's vanilla. Fuck. His. Life.

It would always be, “Oh, Quinn. I need to answer this call.” “Quinn. Sweetheart, I’m busy.” “Quinn, I need to go out.” “Quinn, we need to finish doing the laundry.” “Quinn, I need to do the dishes.”

Right now, it's, "I'm waiting for a call, Quinn."

Bla-fucking-bla. Everything can wait.

Quinn needs you. He’s always so fucking busy with hockey—practice, media, the games. He wants to be with you and taste you whenever chance he gets. And it’s now, now, and always now. It doesn't matter if he has an optional skate that he must prepare for. It doesn't fucking matter.

So, he kisses you deeper, holding your cheeks after he turns off your phone, relishing on your taste, making sure to deepen the kiss so both of you forget when one starts and one ends.

Do you know he could still taste the gum you chewed on an hour ago? Do you know he could still taste the caramel lollipop you were sucking on just now? God, he wants to taste everything mixed with you. You’re his favorite flavor. He wants something more. By the way you’re panting and grinding against his thigh, you want it too.

He’s getting drunk on your tongue, your taste, your touch that he could barely lead you to your bed. When you two part, a string of saliva connects you. Your eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown. Your lips are red and swollen. Your hair is fanned out beneath you like a halo. He nearly shudders when your hands find his cheeks.

“Can I?” he asks, while your thumb traces along his lower lip.

“Yes,” you would reply without hesitation, already knowing what he’s craving.

That’s all he needs. He’s kissing you again. Your lips. Your chin. Your cheek. Your jaw. Your earlobe. Your neck, taking his time to suck the fading kiss marks. Your collarbones. He almost tears your shirt open—too many buttons, fuck he just wants to touch you—but he knows better. For every inch of skin he exposes, he kisses and licks.

So divine. You smell like him. Fuck, you used his body wash again.

This is unfair. He feels like he’s losing and falling into your trap. Quinn wants that though. He wants to be trapped with you and nothing else. He wants it so fucking badly.

He could feel your silent chuckle, could feel the scrape of your nails on his scalp. You’re laughing at him, so he pulled down your bra. His lips find your nipple. He sucks, turning your laughter into tiny gasps. That’s it. He can’t have you laugh at him. Not right now.

He takes his time teasing your pretty nipples, licking and sucking your breasts’ undersides from time to time. Relishing his smell on you. His sweet treat. You make him so fucking hard. He knows he’s leaking—pre-cum staining his gray sweatpants—for you. All for you.

Your whines and pleas only make him want to tease you more. Your hips keep pushing up, thighs squeezing around his torso. Your hands that were busy tugging at his hair are now pushing down on his shoulder. You need more. Quinn knows that, but the taste of sweat on your skin is making him hold onto you tighter, making him lick every bead of your skin. Just a few more taste of your skin.

You’re trembling now. The first time you tremble when he touched you, he panicked. But now, he understands your body like the back of his hand. It’s your anticipation, isn’t it? You want all his marks. You want him. You need him. He understands that. Oh, so well, because he feels the same.

“I love you,” he murmurs into your skin, his eyes flicking to yours.

Your cheeks are flushed as you bite your lips. Your eyes shine with tears. Your eyebrows drawn together. Sweat drips down from your temple. “I love you,” you whisper.

Quinn swore his heart skips a beat. His stomach flips. Hearing those three words always makes him fall for you harder.

He almost drops this, like he could just appease his craving by kissing you. He could be satisfied with that. However, the moment his fingers slip over your panties, feeling how soaked you are, he can’t just stop. He yearns for your pussy. So, he continues. He goes down and down and down, hands expertly removing your skirt—which looked heavenly on you, by the way.

Now you’re just left with nothing. Totally bare. You look so majestic. All spread out for him. He sees your quivering hole, your arousal oozes, almost dripping. What a sight. A delicious sight.

Quinn just dives for it, tongue licking from entrance to clit, making you mewl. He can’t stop the moan that escapes him. You taste so divine. His favorite aphrodisiac. His elixir.

Lick after lick, he revels in your taste. Your arousal coats every swipe of his tongue. It’s making his head spin, his cock aching. Yet he’s only tasting. Just tasting. Nothing more. Nothing yet. He has time. He has to savor this.

Fuck, he’s so hard. So fucking hard that when he dipped his tongue in your quivering hole, he almost comes as your wall tightens. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He could feel it through his cock. It’s always like this. It’s like you’re fucking him when he only has his tongue in you.

Your taste. Your smell. Your wetness. Quinn needs all of it.

He grips the back of your thighs, making you rest them over his shoulders, as he feasts on your pussy, hips rutting into the bed. Everything feels so good for him. The feel of your thighs squeezing his head, threatening to asphyxiate him on nothing but your pussy. That's one way to die, isn't it? Quinn doesn't have any complaints. As long as he's tasting you. As long as your pussy clenches around his tongue. He could just die like that.

When his nose grazes your clit, he feels your pussy throb, squeezing so tightly. Yes. Fuck yes. You’re cumming around his tongue, your thighs quivering, your hands ruthlessly tugging on his hair, your hips grinding on his face. Quinn firmly held you, slurping and sucking your cum. Tastes so fucking good. He holds your hips down. He doubles his efforts, devouring everything you have given him.

“Quinn,” you pant, trying to push him off. “'m sensitive.”

He knows. He fucking knows. He shamelessly doesn’t care. More. He needs more. You can give him more.

Your curses for him to slow down stutters when he sucks around your clit, his fingers replacing his tongue. He could feel your surrender as you grind against him, back arching when he hooks his fingers to your sweet spot. Your whines get louder. So much louder because you’re coming again and Quinn is already there, tongue deep inside your pussy, taking everything. So exquisite.

He takes and takes until you come down from your high, panting and quivering, but Quinn still wants more. He fucking needs it. He wants your taste to last until the next day. He wants to feel you come again and again around his tongue. It’s not fucking enough.

“Quinn,” you say in a broken plea.

“One more, baby,” is all he says. “One more.”

You answer with a whimper, head nodding.

You both know he’s a liar.

It’s never ‘one more’. Never even when he gets you to come twice more. Even when he comes in his pants—cum making the gray dark which only makes him more feral. Even when you get overstimulated as well as his dribbling cock. Even when his phone rings for that fucking optional skate. Even when you two are dripping with sweat. Even when exhaustion takes hold of you.

He would just slow down, but never part from you like your pussy is the only thing keeping him alive. It fucking is.

Quinn would eat you out for hours. He could do it for days, but you would always slap him off you after two hours. But today, he’ll go for three.

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 9 months ago

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Hello friend it is I “katiekitty261” on a new account because I needed to fully immerse myself into this world lol.

May I request a Tyler x Reader where reader is best friends with Tyler and when he introduces them to Josh he gets jealous with how well they get along and realizes his feelings are deeper than just friendship 👀👀 fluffy confessions and MAYBE A KISS 🧎🏻‍♀️ okay bye thanku

Taco Bell Day - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Super fluffy but a little jealousy

Word Count: 2114

A/N: HELLO sorry this took a while. Hopefully the length of it makes up for it. feel free to request another fic!!

One hour. That was what I promised Tyler. One hour at this stupid gig he was playing at. I’d heard him play so many times that I could mimic every movement and word of each performance like clockwork. But, friends show up when they’re needed and this was ‘apparently’ the first performance of the band with the new drummer. I hadn’t met him yet but Tyler had gushed about how much Josh reminded him of me and how I ‘had’ to meet him. Tyler’s car pulled up in my driveway, ready to pick me up to watch their soundcheck. Normally bands arrived at around 4pm to soundcheck before grabbing dinner and playing at 7pm–at least that was how Tyler managed to convince me to go down to the venue early. “Bye!” I shouted into the house before running down the driveway and into Tyler’s car. The radio was blasting some pop song which he turned down once I closed my door.

“Ready?” he had a cheesy grin plastered on his face, one of pure joy.

“What’s got you so excited?” I chuckled as we drove off.

“Uh, you’re about to meet Josh,” he spoke as if it was obvious. Most of what he talked about for the last two months was how amazing Josh was and how their vision was the same–to truly make a difference in people’s lives. Tyler was wearing one of the many button up shirts he’d bought in bulk over the summer and a pair of jeans. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him perform without his standard ‘uniform’.

“So, what’s the setlist look like for today?” I asked, pulling out my phone to text my mom back after she’d asked how late I was going to be out.

“Um, Migraine, Ode, Time to Say Goodbye, Forest, Slowtown, and Trees,” he said, reciting all of my favorite songs they’d released recently. “Your favorites, I know. I had to make it worth the trouble for you to show up,” he laughed, turning into the parking lot of the small venue the music scene had dubbed ‘The Pit’. The Pit was a small basement type venue on the far end of town surrounded by clubs and bars. I couldn’t help but smile as we pulled into the lot. Tyler always knew how to reel me in, even when I resisted. I glanced over at him, his grin still plastered on his face as if he was hiding some secret that I was about to uncover. We got out of the car, and Tyler led the way to the entrance. I could already hear the muffled sound of drums echoing from inside. As we stepped through the door, the musty smell of old wood and the distant hum of amplifiers filled the air. Tyler waved at a few familiar faces, guiding me toward the stage where Josh was finishing up with his kit.

“Yo, Josh!” Tyler called out, his voice booming in the otherwise quiet room. Josh looked up and smiled, walking over to greet us. As he got closer, I could see what Tyler had meant. Josh had this laid-back vibe, but there was an intensity in his eyes that reminded me a lot of Tyler—like they were two sides of the same coin. He had scruffy brown hair that needed to be brushed.

“You must be the famous best friend Tyler’s been talking about,” Josh said with a grin, wiping his hands on a rag before extending one to me. His handshake was firm, his grip warm, and there was something so comfortable about him right away.

“And you must be the drummer,” I teased. “Tyler talks about you non-stop, you know.”

Josh laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Oh, trust me, he’s said more than enough about you too. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“More than enough?” I raised an eyebrow with a smirk. Josh laughed, placing a hand on his chest. His laugh was enough to bring a soft warmth to the room. He seemed cool. Josh seemed cool.

“I’ve heard the Taco Bell story.”

I let out a loud shriek, turning to Tyler and hitting his arm. “Tyler Joseph!” Tyler laughed maniacally, running around the room. The Taco Bell story detailed the infamous day that Tyler and I had decided to sneak up onto the roof of our local Taco Bell and throw water balloons at people at night–which wasn’t even the worst part. While attempting to tell Tyler that I liked him–which he still didn’t know–I fell off the roof and right into a bush in front of our school principal, earning both Tyler and I three months of detention. “I swear to god,” I pointed at him. Josh and I exchanged a few more words before Tyler pulled me aside to chat about the gig. But something had already shifted. Every time I glanced over, Josh caught my eye, and we’d exchange easy smiles. There was no denying how well we clicked, and Tyler noticed. As the evening went on, I could sense Tyler getting quieter. He wasn’t his usual excited self, and there were these fleeting moments where his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. I brushed it off at first, thinking he was just focusing on the performance, but the way his gaze lingered on me and Josh—it felt different.

Finally, after the soundcheck, when we were alone for a minute, I nudged him. “You okay, Ty? You’ve been kinda quiet.”

He glanced at me, his expression unreadable. “Yeah… I just—” he hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “It’s nothing. I’m just glad you two get along so well.” There was something in his tone that made me pause, but before I could ask more, Josh came over, bouncing with excitement.

“Alright, who’s hungry? I know a killer taco place nearby.” I pulled a face at him, trying to contain my laughter. “I’m kidding, how about Subway?”

Tyler gave a half-hearted smile and nodded. “Sure..” But as we walked out of the venue, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with him. The usual ease between us felt tense, like something unspoken was hanging in the air. And I couldn’t help but wonder if meeting Josh had stirred up more than Tyler was willing to admit.

As we made our way to the Subway, Josh and I fell into an easy rhythm of conversation. He had a contagious energy, talking about random things like the weirdest venues he’d played at, his obsession with aliens, and how he couldn’t go a day without iced coffee. I found myself laughing, genuinely enjoying the back-and-forth, but every so often I’d glance at Tyler, walking a step behind us, quiet and distant.

Something was definitely up.

When we reached the Subway, Tyler finally spoke up. “I’ll grab the food. You two grab a table.” He barely made eye contact as he slipped past us and went to the counter. I watched him go, feeling a pang of guilt twist in my chest.

Josh and I sat down in one of the corner booths, and for a moment, I tried to focus on our conversation again, but my mind kept wandering back to Tyler. The tension was impossible to ignore now.

“You okay?” Josh asked, his voice dropping slightly as he leaned in, noticing my distracted expression.

I forced a smile. “Yeah, I just… I think Tyler’s a little off tonight.”

Josh’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced toward Tyler. “Yeah, he’s been kinda weird ever since the soundcheck.” He paused, his tone softening. “Do you think he’s okay?”

I shrugged, biting my lip. “I don’t know. It’s not like him to be this quiet.”

Tyler came back with our food, sliding into the booth across from us, his eyes flickering between me and Josh before settling on his sandwich. We ate in relative silence, the conversation less lively than before. I tried to make small talk, but it felt forced, and Josh must have picked up on it because he didn’t push.

By the time we finished eating, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to talk to Tyler—alone.

As we walked back to the car, I gently tugged on his sleeve, pulling him aside. “Hey, Ty… can we talk for a sec?”

He stopped, avoiding my gaze for a moment before finally nodding. Josh lingered by the door of the car, giving us some space but staying within earshot.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice quiet but firm. “You’ve been acting weird all night.”

Tyler let out a long breath, his eyes meeting mine, and for the first time tonight, I saw it—something deeper than just his usual moodiness. “It’s stupid,” he muttered.

“No, it’s not,” I insisted, stepping closer. “Just tell me.”

He hesitated again, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “I don’t know. It’s just… seeing you and Josh get along so well, it—” he paused, swallowing hard. “It made me realize something. Something I’ve been trying to ignore.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly felt like I was holding my breath. “What is it?”

Tyler looked away, then back at me, his eyes filled with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. “I think… I think I like you. More than just… as friends.” The words hung in the air between us, heavy and vulnerable. “I’ve liked you for a while,” he added quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I didn’t want to mess things up, so I kept it to myself. And tonight, seeing you with Josh… I guess it just hit me that I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way.” I stood there, my mind racing, the world suddenly feeling too small and too loud all at once. Tyler liked me? Tyler—my best friend, the person I’d always trusted more than anyone else—had feelings for me? I couldn’t hide my smile. “What?” his brows furrowed.

“Remember Taco Bell day?” He paused at my words, nodding. “When I fell off the roof… I was trying to tell you I liked you and I guess I just gave up after that shitty attempt at telling you.” Tyler’s eyes widened, his brows knitting together in surprise.

“Wait, that’s what that was about?” he asked, a faint smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “I thought you were just clumsy. You never said anything!”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “I know, I panicked. I figured it wasn’t meant to be when you didn’t say anything back. So I just… let it go.”

He stared at me for a moment, processing everything, his expression softening as the realization sank in. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “All this time, we’ve both been too scared to say anything.”

I took a step closer, the space between us shrinking. “Guess we’re both idiots then, huh?”

Tyler let out a breathy laugh, his eyes locking onto mine with a tenderness that made my heart flutter. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

The tension that had been building all night melted away, replaced by something warmer, something more certain. Tyler’s hand reached out, gently brushing against mine, and I didn’t hesitate to take it. His touch was familiar, yet different, electric in a way that made me feel like we were on the edge of something new.

“So,” he began, his voice soft, almost tentative, “what happens now?”

I smiled up at him, feeling a rush of warmth spread through my chest. “Well,” I said, squeezing his hand, “maybe we stop pretending and see where this goes?”

Tyler’s gaze flickered between my eyes and my lips, his thumb tracing slow circles on the back of my hand. “Yeah,” he whispered, leaning in closer, “I’d like that.”

Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, soft and gentle, like he was testing the waters. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was sweet, like the two of us were finally catching up to what had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

When we finally pulled away, Tyler rested his forehead against mine, his smile matching the one I couldn’t hide. “We should go check on Josh,” he said, his breath warm against my skin.

I laughed, my heart feeling lighter than it had in ages. “Right.”

From a few feet away, I could see Josh leaning against the car door, pretending to check his phone but very clearly giving us space. Tyler glanced over at him, then back at me with a soft chuckle. “We should probably tell him, huh?”

I nodded, squeezing his hand. “Yeah, but I think he’s already figured it out.”

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xuchiya · 7 months ago

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hello!! i just needed to get this off… iomt era is SO insane i feel like i’m horny 24/7 ever since the cb happened… well because they all look so dilf and scrumptious 🤤😭 everyone just looks so hot and giving great dom dilf energies i can’t stop fantasising about very filthy, nasty, dirty hot sex with mafia ot8 dom ateez 🫣🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

there’s no saving me from my horniness at this point but if you would like to write an ot8 fic with freader based on the above i would be so glad 😭😭 but i don’t want to pressure you into writing it too so i’m just writing it like this~~ love yaaa 🫶🏻

hi my loves, i should welcome you first! it's nice you came across my blog hehehe

Ice on my teeth era really finished the entire fandom with their visuals and yes, we cannot avoid the fact it did made some of us really h0rny 24/7. Every members serve well and ate the comeback.

Most especially Mingi's cake--- whoops hehe

As for your request, I am actually working on individual IOMT NSFW actually hehe but if its a poly type, hmmmm i'll try my best to create one because it is my first time, my loves.

Stay tune for your request since I am finishing the indiv IOMT NSFW hehehe

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#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez atiny #xuchiya

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danikamariewrites · 2 years ago

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believe me when i say that your blog is AWESOME, AMAZING, im in love with your writing, i think it's the most beautiful thing in the world and i want to say thank you for sharing your talent with us. if i could marry one of your fanfics, i would do it without hesitation. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 .now that i said my thoughts about your amazing blog, i have a request... MODERN rowaelin x reader.

🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ (fancy clothes, expensive phones, cars...) i would LOVE to see a fanfic of them in the modern world with reader🧎🏻‍♀️😫 .

no pressure, take your time, stay safe, eat healthy, sleep well, and drink water 🫂💜

Modern!Rowaelin x reader headcanon

A/n: thank you! That’s so nice of you to say and I’m so happy you like my writing (trying to make it my career if Hollywood can get its shit together lol). I love this concept, it’s amazing and I had to write it bc Aelin would thrive as modern day princess/queen.

Sending you love bestie ❤️

Warnings: none

Modern!Rowaelin would be a fucking power couple (and with you a power trio)

Let’s say for this hc that Aelin and Rowan are just a rich couple that come from old money. I’m talking old New England money but they give it a new look bc Aelin likes new stuff, Rowan is like the antique collector in the relationship

When you met they were shopping for art at the gallery you worked at

You had just graduated college a year or so ago and this was your entry level job in the art world. You were actually very familiar with the pieces the gallery sold and you have an insane memory for art history

Aelin and Rowan came in to buy a few pieces for their new apartment in the city so you showed them a few pieces since the owner was busy

The three of you hit it off and they offered to take you out to dinner once you finished with work

You met them at the five-star restaurant that was in their building and that’s when they asked you out. “We knew once we met you we had a connection. If you don’t feel the same way please feel free to reject us and we can pretend this never happened.” Aelin said

But you had felt an instant connection with them too. You felt safe and at home around them. You knew you needed to be with them

After that night you moved in with them and they talked you into quitting your job and working for their clients as an art collector

It was like a dream come true

Aelin and Rowan spoiled you with love, attention, and gifts

You weren’t always a material person, you grew up getting things you asked for that were within your family’s budget but this was a whole other level

After a year of being with them they gave you a credit card, “unlimited spending baby. Anything you want it’s your.” Rowan said kissing you on the cheek

Shopping sprees with Aelin were the best! Those were your bonding trips and when you truly got to know each other. You talked about everything while wandering the aisles of high end department stores, trying on shoes and clothes

Lingerie shopping was the most fun since you would pick out pieces that would drive him crazy (and each other)

There may have been a time or two where you both couldn’t keep your hands to yourself in the changing room

With Rowan your bonding time was going on walks or runs or him teaching you how to work out at the gym

When you were out in nature with him that’s when you saw him most relaxed (besides at home)

Your yearly summer vacation is always to Cape Cod

Both their families have beach houses there but they wanted their own in a different area, so they bought one just before they met you

The house is huge and you obviously use it more than once a year but you always had those set 2 weeks in July that you would go

No work. No distractions. Just the 3 of you, the beach, and fun times

You and Aelin of course demand the best lobster rolls which Rowan gets for you

Ice cream every night after dinner

And they buy you all the souvenirs you want

Two days before you were set to leave, you and Rowan were packing. You folded he put away (he’d never admit it but he’s awful at folding clothes but he tries)

Aelin came running into the bedroom with a shit eating grin on her face that told you two she wanted something, “Row, y/n/n.” “Yes Aelin.” You responded in unison

“I just realized we need something for the Cape house that we don’t have.” Rowan rolled his eyes, “And what would that be, Fireheart?”

“We don’t have a Jeep!” You and Rowan shared a look. “Ok A, so what do you suggest?” Aelin clapped her hands together in excitement “We’re going to get one obviously.” “Right now!?” “Yes Rowan. Come on you’re driving.”

She rushed back out of the room and you followed her as Rowan let out an exasperated sigh, tilting his head back

45 minutes later you were all sitting in the Jeep dealership

Not only did you leave with a Jeep wrangler, but she also managed to find a beautiful jet black convertible Audi

Aelin insisted you bring both to Cape Cod and of course Rowan gave in to her

#throne of glass headcanons #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass fanfiction #aelin throne of glass #throne of glass rowan #rowan x aelin #rowaelin x reader #rowaelin x you #rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #rowan whitethorn x you #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn galathynius #aelin galathynius #aelin fireheart #aelin ashryver galathynius #aelin whitethorn

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writeyourdarlings · 9 months ago

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SAY LESS BABY i can definitely see your vision. my uni life would've been so much better if i had a young, hot professor like that

SAMEEE DARLING!! But I'd act out often in class so that he feels the need to scold me, and then he asks me to see him in private because he wants to teach me a "lesson" 👀😏🤭

dang I wish someone would write a Uni Professor!Chris (in this look) fanfic, but people who write rpf are so rare 😔

giggling cause let’s be real honey, that lesson would include bending you over his work desk and riling you up until you make a hot mess on his shirt. and it's silly how he thinks he could corrupt you, make you reliant and dependent on him since you’re his student but nu uh, it’s actually the opposite. cause beneath that formal and authoritative facade, he’s craving, waiting to be somebody’s submissive little fuck toy sjsjsjk. don't cha think that kind of longing is the hottest thing ever? (i blame u nonnie for waking up something in me *MUFFLED SCREAMS INTO MY PILLOW*)

omg nonnie same. i wish i could give you resources to people who write rpf for uni!professor chris🥺but so far i’ve only found one writer and their work that has uni professor!chris in it, if you’re interested:

1. Where The Insterstate Ends by paperstorm

it's basically uni professor!chris met uni professor!sebastian at some occassion where their uni was introducing new faculty members. chris was a new professor there, sebastian was smitten at him, and that's when the romance ensued💕. even though the premise sounds cliche, i promise you it's not, cause the story is very enganging. i found this fic to be charming, realistic, and angsty. the smut is also very cute and hot🤭. i love how the characters, the set, and everything described.. it was so detailed and well-written. i haven't finished this one yet since i'm a very slow reader, but seeing from the long chapters, i get a feeling it will be a rollercoaster ride of emotions.🤍

Also, this is like an addendum and more like a stucky fic if it also piques your interest:

2. I Want To Teach You A Lesson In The Worst Kind of Way by @fandomfluffandfuck

this one is from my beloved mutual, S. his fic got me hooked from the beginning. i really adore how lighthearted and cute the story started: bucky, a biotech student attending art class to fullfill his credit requirements, only to find out steve, the art professor, is gorgeous and hot😆. i enjoyed their dynamics so much from awkward, to slowly becoming flirty and sexy. i found myself grinning, chuckle, and blushing sometimes at their dialogues.. especially bucky's inner thoughts (it feels like watching a teenager falling in love for the first time💕). the smut is so steamy and breathtakingly sexy that i need to pause and collect myself for a while🧎🏻‍♀️ . S usually opens for rpf request (if i'm not mistaken. S if you see this pls cmiiw🤭), but i think he's recently busy with college and stuff, so maybe you could visit his page and wait for him to open other request in the future😊

#aya answers

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hannieween · 1 year ago

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Heyyyy there! You really are one of my fav author in here rn. Hope you always have a wonderful time cuz that what your fic did to us!! 💕 Oh and btw my bday is tomorrow and can I request a Joshua fic? Can you do husband joshua where he celebrates his wife bday and the wife telling Joshua that she is ready to have child 🥹 which leads them to ehem (baby making ofc 🧎🏻‍♀️)

Thanks!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

hi baby!! thank you so much 😭🥺💖

your bday is tomorrow? ow baby, that's amazing you're a fellow pisces!! ( > 〰 < )♡

oh baby i'm sorry but i won't be able to write your request atm!! my writing schedule is a bit tight right now. unless you're okay with me doing your request later in the future? i have city lights and a mingyu fic that i need to finish 🥺

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itgetsdark-x · 2 years ago

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I have a request for Joel x reader where the reader has never been in a relationship where her orgasm was important to her partners so Joel makes it a mission to make her cum as many times as possible 👀

Oh anon, sweet anon I couldn’t turn down this request if I tried. I just know Joel would wanna satisfy his partner in bed as many times as he wanted to. I just 🧎🏻‍♀️ I hope you like it, I kinda rushed it a little as I was too excited to write it but yeah! Thanks for the request <3 I’m gonna go and hide now <3

Warnings: 18+, please it’s just smut. Oral (f receiving), mild breeding kink if you squint a little, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it, be sensible), use of good / little girl a lot, age gap (reader is mid - late twenties, Joel would be older but not explicitly stated), roughly follows the game / show but not at all lol cause the timeline is way off

Summary: Joel knew you had been left frustrated by your previous partners and well, when he heard you moan his name he couldn’t deny you the pleasure any longer.

Characters: Joel Miller x (f) reader

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: y’all know how bad I’m down for Joel rn, and I saw this tiktok that had me truly feral and frothing at the mouth so me being the true slut I am for this man, I had to include the dialogue. You’re welcome. Just as a little side note, I have all the other requests in my inbox and I love them all, I will work my way through but I work full time so please be patient, my loves <3

Before the outbreak happened, you had never had a boyfriend, not a proper one anyway and well, since then it had only gone downhill. You were in high school when the outbreak happened and miraculously you had managed to escape and actually survive. You had lost your family along the way and met up with a man called Joel Miller. You first met him in the Boston QZ, and since then you had become a team. It had been years and you were in your late twenties now, still teamed up with Joel but a few years back you took Ellie on with you. It had been a messy journey but one that was so worth it, Ellie was your bestfriend and Joel fathered her like his own. She was just a teenager but she had seen so much in her short life that had matured her much beyond her years.

After the outbreak, and in the world of dating, men seemed to be greedier at chasing their own highs rather than actually satisfying you in anyway, shape or form. The only orgasms you had really experienced in the past few years were from ones you had drawn from yourself; those long nights where you shifted in your bed and let your fingers give you some much needed relief. Still, you would have traded all of those orgasms for one decent one from another man.

“Are you listening to me? Hello?” Ellie snapped her fingers in front of your face. “I was saying,” she huffed. “I was saying, how was that date with David the other night, haven’t seen you since and I wanna know all the juicy details.” She giggled.

You were pulled out of your thoughts but you continued to stare at the food on your plate, you pushed it around before admitting defeat and setting your knife and fork down. “It was awful.” You whined. “Absolutely awful, like guys really only care about getting off themselves. I haven’t had a decent orgasm in years.” You complained and just as you finished your sentence, Joel joined you both at the table.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and you felt embarrassment rise in you. “Sorry, Joel.” You mumbled and Ellie was biting back a humungous laugh; you shot her a look and she tried to stifle the noise further.

“Anyway… I should be heading off to school.” Ellie giggled and looked at your embarrassed face and Joel’s awkward demeanour.

The three of you had settled down in Jackson after your journey temporarily ended when Joel finally located Tommy. It was a decent place; so long as you stayed in line and did your fair share of jobs. You helped out in various places; you helped tend to the animals, you sometimes assisted in classrooms and you were known to frequent shifts in the kitchen. Joel ran defence classes, teaching the older teens how to shot their guns, how to fight with weapons and generally preparing them for if they ever needed to evacuate and look after themself in the wild. He always did frequent patrol shifts around the walls, much like his brother did. In return the three of you had a decent three-bedroom home and for the first time in years, stability and safety. You were just pleased that it offered Ellie a small sense of normality and belonging.

“David is an asshole.” Joel stated with a smirk.

“Yeah, well, I know that now.” You laughed bitterly, no humour behind the noise at all.

“You know… some men out there do actually care about pleasing women. Not all. But some.” Joel said nonchalantly and it only caused your blush to grow deeper in your cheeks.

“Yeah, well, when you find one. Send them my way, yeah?” You said bluntly and rose from the table, taking your plate. “I’ve got a shift in the kitchen now and then I’m out at the farm for the afternoon. Ellie is going round to a friend’s this evening but promised she would be back before 10pm like normal.”

“Alright, sweetheart. See you later.” Joel said as he continued to eat his breakfast.

You long had a crush on Joel, from the moment he first met you in the QZ, you were hooked. He helped teach you how to fight, shoot and even hunt. There had been brutal moments outside the world of the QZ’s and Joel had saved you multiple times. There had also been those unspoken moments between you both where a touch on your hand as he helped you aim maybe lingered a second too long or his gaze fixated on you as you changed, when he thought you weren’t looking. You just assumed he never made a move on you due to your obvious age-gap, you assumed he always kinda looked at you like a kid. The age-gap seemed like such a trivial thing since the whole world ended but you never pushed your luck as you know you needed Joel to get by and actually live.

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Your shifts went by quick and by the time you finished you were sweaty and in need of a long, hot shower and maybe, just maybe, you could get five minutes alone to scratch the burning itch under your skin.

“Joel, you home yet?” You called as you stepped into the home, no lights were on so you assumed maybe he was already in bed. Joel worked different shifts and so, nothing was really a surprise with him anymore.

There was no answer, just silence, you thanked the god’s above and all but ran upstairs, you turned the shower on to warm up and within minutes there was hot water filling the space. You underdressed yourself quickly and stepped into the water, the second the warm water hit your skin, you sighed with relief.

You soaped up your body and it didn’t take long for your fingers to explore your body and to slip between your slicked folds; a soft moan fell from your lips as your fingers circled your sensitive clit. You worked yourself quicker as your orgasm neared, you were so deep in the moment.

“Joel,” You whimpered as your eyes were closed and you worked your fingers faster. Your naked chest heaved as your ragged breaths ripped through your parted mouth. “So good, please. More.” You whined to yourself.

You had fully allowed yourself to delve into your fantasies; normally someone was always hope and you had to keep quiet whenever you masturbated. So when you had the house to yourself, you allowed yourself to be louder and enjoy it more.

Joel got home, he immediately saw lights on and heard the water running upstairs. He didn’t think anything of it and went to the fridge to grab himself a drink. That’s when he heard his name, he put his drink down and wandered upstairs, he didn’t make a lot of noise but he wasn’t exactly being sneaky either.

He saw your body, well, the back of your body at least; his hungry eyes raked over your naked form and they stopped at your ass. That’s when he heard you whimper again and he realised what you were doing. Which meant… no. You were thinking of him?!

Joel went to knock on the door, to politely announce he was home. Anything, but he couldn’t bring himself to and he certainly could held the way his cock hardened in his jeans at the thought of your cumming around your fingers whilst you thought of him.

His mouth went dry and gingerly he knocked on the door frame which caused your whole body to jump and you almost slipped in the bathtub.

“What the fuck?! Why are you watching me?!” You yelped and you saw Joel stood there, his eyes raked over your body before he looked around the room and avoided making eye contact with you. You brought your arms to try and cover some of your body.

“I uh, sorry darlin’. Heard my name and thought you called for me, I, uh, I get what you were doing now…” he said quietly and your cheeks turned a deep crimson.

“Joel,” you gasped. “I-I’m so sorry I — I thought no one was home and I was just, well, y’know what I was doing. I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry.” You mumbled and switched off the water. You grabbed your towel off the ground and wrapped it around your body tightly.

Joel finally looked at you and this time he couldn’t help but smile, a boyish grin spread across his features and you wanted to punch him for being so smug.

“What?! What are you smiling about?” You whined, still embarrassed.

“Oh it’s nothing just… you want me to help you out, sweet girl. Show you what a real orgasm feels like?” Joel said lowly, the smug expression still on his face. Never before had he allowed himself to indulge in the lust he felt for you, until now; there you were, your hair was damp and your body glistened as the water droplets slid down every beautiful curve of your body.

“Oh fuck you, this,” you gestured up and down your body and between the two of you. You stepped out of the bathtub on shaky legs. “This isn’t something you get to take the piss about, okay? You can forget about that!” You hissed as you went to push past Joel. This was beyond humiliating and you didn’t need him to remind you of it or hold it above you as some kind of joke.

You tried to leave the room and Joel simply grabbed your wrist, before you could open your mouth he had you pushed up against the wall and was kissing you passionately. It was hot and heavy, your teeth clashed and your tongues met with a moan from you. Your hand found its way into Joel’s salt and pepper hair as his hands rested on your hip.

“Joel,” you mumbled, barely breaking the kiss between you both. “We shouldn’t, I mean. What about Ellie, what if she comes home? It’ll mess everything up.” You whispered, your breaths short as Joel peppered soft kisses to your jaw.

“With all due respect, darlin’… how about you shut up and let me show you how good a real man can make you feel.” Joel breathed, his lips hovering just by your ear.

His words, his lips, his breath; it was entirely all too much and not enough and it had your body quivering under him.

“Already shaking for me and I’ve not touched you, sweet girl.” He growled lowly in your ear and you shook your head in disagreement. “Bedroom. Now.” He commanded and you obediently left the bathroom and entered your own bedroom.

You stood awkwardly near the bed, you didn’t exactly have heaps of experience in the bedroom and the experience you did have was usually late at night and with someone you didn’t care for, where the other person was more interested in chasing their release rather than helping you get yours. Joel walked into the room and smirked at you, god, he was so infuriating with his arrogance.

“Let’s take this off, shall we?” Joel asked softly and held the edge of your towel, he tugged it off and it fell to the floor with a dull thud. You felt exposed and vulnerable as Joel’s hungry eyes drank you in; he was trying to memories every dip of your body, every freckle, every single hair and he wanted this image to replay every night in his head for the rest of his life. “Fuck. So beautiful, look at you.” He cursed, closing the space between you once more to kiss you again.

He walked you both back until your back fell flat on your bed, you whimpered helplessly under him as you felt his weight on top of you. His large hand came up to knead the soft skin of your breast before his fingers took your nipple and twisted it gently, your back arched off the bed at his actions and you whined under the older man.

“That’s it. Good girl, that feel good?” Joel asked and let his head duck down to envelope your sensitive nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicked over the bud and you moaned softly.

“Want you to take your clothes off.” You gasped out as your hands clutched at Joel’s grubby shirt. He released your nipple with a pop of his mouth and sat back to remove his shirt.

Your mouth went dry at the sight, you had seen Joel shirtless before but you had never been able to truly appreciate it. He had a little chest hair and his torso was delicately peppered with various scars, all of them ranging in size and intensity. He locked eyes with you as he stood to undo his belt and jeans, he kicked off the heavy denim and you couldn’t deny the way you clenched around air; you could see the outline of Joel’s cock, it was heavy and thick.

“Like what you see?” He laughed and grabbed his length through the thin fabric of his boxers. You nodded and shamelessly you let your thighs open further for him. “Good girl.” He cooed as he admired the site of your glistening cunt.

Joel wasted no more time and he was back on the bed with you, this time just dressed in his boxers. He positioned himself next to you, one leg draped over your to keep legs spread and teasingly, he trailed two fingers through your wet folds. You whimpered under him, spreading your legs further again. Joel laughed above you, he was watching your features as he let his fingers tease you for the first time. Your back arched slightly and your breaths became more ragged.

“Please,” you whined, your voice high pitched and needy. “Please don’t tease me, Joel.”

He laughed, again, he laughed and your body thrummed with anger as his fingers moved agonisingly slow before they fell to your clit and he circled that sensitive area just perfectly. You moaned, it was a loud noise and it shocked you as it was ripped from your throat. You threw your head back and your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you until they turned white.

“Nice and wet for me, hm? That all for me? I heard you moaning my name like a good little slut in the shower.” Joel groaned as his fingers got coated in your slick arousal.

He started a punishing pace and already, you felt the white heat in your stomach start to bubble aggressively. Joel leant up to admire your features once more, he loved the way your eyes fluttered shut every time he would move his fingers just so. Just as your body tensed, Joel teasingly changed the tempo of his movements and he could see the frustration that settled in your eyes but with that smug smirk on his lips again, he plunged two thick fingers into your tight hole and let his thumb stroke circles around your clit.

The noise you made was sinful, it almost didn’t sound human. Joel laughed, it was low and breathy and he felt so proud he was the one to elicit these filthy noises from you. He pulled his fingers out just to plunge them in deeper, only this time, he curled them upwards and it had you seeing stars. You felt lightheaded as you screwed your eyes shut and bit down onto your bottom lip.

“Think you can cum for me? Cum all on my fingers?” Joel asked and tenderly stroked some stray strands of wet hair from your face. “That’s it,” he cooed as he kept his fingers deep in you to stroke against the sensitive spot deep in your walls.

You were broken, already. Completely and utterly broken as Joel’s fingers ripped an orgasm from deep within you. Your back arched higher off the old mattress and your fingers clawed at Joel’s arm. No man had made you cum like this before.

You came heavily around Joel’s digits, your walls fluttered and clenched around him as he worked you through your first proper orgasm with another male.

“That’s it. Good girl,” he cooed softly into your ear as he sped his fingers back up. “You reckon you can cum again?” He asked and you looked at him with your lust-blown eyes and nodded silently, your lips still parted in pleasure.

Joel’s thumb drew circles around your clit and every so often he would swipe it directly over the little bud of nerves that had you whimpering under him. Your fingernails dug into the skin of Joel’s shoulder and in their wake, you left crescent moon shapes. Joel groaned at the sting of your fingers nails and it only encouraged him to work his own fingers in you deeply.

“Anyone ever eaten this little pussy?” Joel asked in a low tone, he pulled his fingers out of you and placed a light slap to your sensitive area. You yelped loudly and squeezed Joel’s arm.

You shook your head no and shivered under Joel’s watchful gaze, you couldn’t speak, you didn’t trust your voice to make the correct noises as you knew what was about to happen and it made your body ache with anticipation.

Joel kissed your mouth once before he trailed kisses down your stomach, it caused it to heave under his soft touches; his rough facial hair tickled across your skin. Joel took your thighs into his hands and pulled them so they draped over his shoulders, fully exposing your wet pussy to him. His mouth watered at the site and he couldn’t wait to taste every inch of you.

Joel wasted no more time, he parted your folds with his fingers before he delved his tongue into your wet heat. He couldn’t hold back the deep groan that rumbled up his throat, he had longed to taste you and have you gasping under him.

“So sweet,” he whispered as he slurped up your arousal. His tongue flicked over your clit and you gripped into his thick hair roughly. “That’s it, use my face, just like that, atta girl. Keep doing that.” Joel groaned as you greedily chased your high again on his face. He attached his lips onto your clit and suckled on it softly, his tongue rhythmically flicked over it.

“Go-gonna cum again!” You groaned. You looked down at Joel below you and it had you clenching around nothing, you longed to be filled as you came hard. His hair was a mess and his eyes were drooped shut as he ate your pussy like a man starved of food. “I-I want you in me. Need to feel your cock in me.” You whimpered as Joel flicked his tongue over your sensitive body.

“Yeah? You think you can cum again on my cock? How about you ride me, need to make sure you get all the orgasms you need, good girl.” He purred, standing up to stroke his cock after he removed his boxers. His length bobbed against his stomach when he removed his boxers. Your pussy fluttered with arousal as you watched his hand pass over his length a few times; none of the men you had been with were as big as Joel. He wasn’t just long, he was thick as well and you couldn’t wait to feel the stretch of him inside of you.

Joel climbed onto your bed so his back was against your pillows and he was half sitting up, he continued to stroke himself as you watched. You were strung out on the intense orgasms already and you weren’t sure how you were supposed to have it in you to ride his large dick. He held a hand up and made a ‘come hither’ gesture with his fingers, you sucked in a deep breath and moved your body up to his. You swung your legs over Joel’s lap to straddle him and he took his cock and passed it through the wetness of your pussy.

You shivered and gripped at Joel’s chest below you, your fingers combed through the light dusting of hair there. He pressed the tip of his fat cock to your wet hole and held your hips tightly as he brought you down on him. You moaned weakly as he bottomed out so you were sat in his lap, there was a faint sting as you adjusted to him.

“Bet you can feel me in your stomach, can’t you?” He purred, his fingers stroked soft patterns in the skin of your hips. He took one hand and gently stroked at your clit once again which caused you to grind down onto Joel’s length. He moaned at that and his head lulled back; you were so wet, so warm and just so tight. He knew he was the first one to split you open like that. “Such a tight. little. cunt.” Joel growled, his hips bucking up to fuck into you.

“So good.” You breathed as you started to bounce in his lap. “Feels so good. You’re so big.” You whimpered, with each bounce down, Joel thrusted up to meet you and it sent delicious shockwaves through your body. Your skin felt impossibly tight and too small for you and the burn in your stomach flickered furiously.

“That’s it. Atta girl, use my cock. Make yourself cum on me.” He growled, his thumb swiped over your clit once again which ripped a loud moan from your parted lips. As you bounced on his cock, your breasts heaved with the effort and your breaths came out of your mouth ragged and laboured.

“Can’t cum again, t-too much.” You whined and it was true, your body felt entirely too sensitive and everything almost felt too good, it took you by surprise since you weren’t ever aware that you could feel this good.

That’s all Joel needed, something animalistic switched in the pit of his stomach and with that, he had lifted your body to flip you onto your stomach. Your face pressed into the mattress with the force and he grabbed your hips roughly, pulling your ass up into the air for him. Joel brought a hand down and spanked the soft skin roughly.

He shoved his cock back into your wet heat with a groan and his balls slapped forward onto your clit. You whimpered pathetically and tried to grab at the sheets below you for leverage as Joel built up a rough pace.

“I said,” he accentuated the words with a rough thrust. “Cum on my cock, you wanted to been shown what it was like to cum properly. So cum for me.” Joel growled, his voice was dark and commanding.

Tears filled your eyes and soon there was a wet patch under your face on your sheets; you weren’t entirely sure whether it was from your tears or the saliva that pooled from your mouth.

“Touch yourself and cum on my cock.” You commanded bluntly and you obeyed, you snaked a hand under your stomach and rubbed at your clit with fervour. This angle caused Joel’s cock head to bump against that spot deep within yourself. You were soon cumming around Joel’s cock with a scream, you felt a gush and Joel was groaning behind you. “That’s it. Good girl, cum on me. Soak me.” He cooed and slapped your ass, softer this time so he could knead the skin.

You whimpered as you worked through your orgasm, your eyes screwed tightly shut and your walls fluttered around Joel’s cock as you came down from your high. He didn’t give you a second to recover as he pulled out and flipped you over so he could see your face.

“I wanna see your pretty little face when I fuck my seed into your greedy little hole.” Joel groaned, he tapped his cock against your sensitive clit and you quivered under him. You weren’t sure you could take much more, never had you felt so pleasured in your life.

Joel teasingly slow pushed his length into you once again and your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. He didn’t reach as deep in this position but you could feel every single inch as he slid in. He rolled his hips to meet yours and he groaned with each pass of your tight pussy.

“Want me to fill you up? What if I fuck a baby into you? You want that. Wanna get all round with my seed?” He growled and it made your walls clench around him, he smirked at the reaction and toyed with your abused clit. “I think you can give me one more, little girl. I think you can gush on my cock whilst I fuck my cum into you.”

You couldn’t believe the words Joel was saying, you were sure it just ‘in the moment’ but you still couldn’t believe the filth that fell from his dirty mouth. You shook your head no at Joel and he just barked a laugh at you.

“I’m sure I’ll get another out of you,” he whispered and leant down to kiss at your breasts once again. “Bet this is what you thought of in the shower, isn’t it? Bet you thought of my cock splitting you open as I fuck you. I’ve thought about it, baby girl. Fucked my hand so many times imagining it was your tight little pussy. God this is so much better than I imagined. You’re so good for me, taking me so well.” Joel praised with a gutteral groan, his hips were slower as he worked himself closer to his own relief. He was surprised it he lasted as long as he did, it had been a while since he had been with a woman and that was mainly down to you. Anytime he was with someone else he imagined it was you he was filling up.

“Come on, please give me one more. Just one.” Joel purred, his mouth sloppily licking at your hardened nipples.

It was too much; his words, his hand, his mouth on your nipples and his cock filling you so deliciously. You didn’t think you could but it happened again; you clenched around Joel once more, his hips stalled and he thrust deep inside of you as you’re tightened around him. The room was filled with your laboured breathing and Joel’s soft pants as he filled you with his seed. You whined as you felt the hot liquid coat your inner walls.

Joel laid there for a few seconds as he gained his composure once again and he rolled off your body, and slid out of you with a grimace and he winced. Your body shuddered as you laid there, completely fucked out and drunk on the older male’s cock.

You weren’t sure how long had passed but when you finally found the strength in your body to get up and go to the bathroom, it was pitch black outside, your room was illuminated softly with a distant spotlight. You pulled Joel’s shirt on as it was the only clothes readily to hand and you couldn’t help but smile as you saw his sleeping face, and for once, he looked peaceful. You tiptoed out of your room and headed to the bathroom, just as you stepped inside and turned the light on a figure appeared in the doorway of Ellie’s room.

“Gotcha!” She giggled as you held your chest from the shock.

“Ellie!” You hissed. “You almost scared me to death. Go back to bed, it’s late.” You scolded.

“Why are you wearing Joel’s shirt?” She asked with a knowing smirk.

“Oh I, uh…” You mumbled, trying to think of the words on your feet.

“I’m fuckin’ with ya… I came home earlier and well, let’s just say I’m glad the weather was alright for me to walk around the block a few times.” Ellie laughed although you could see the faint disgust on her features.

You held back a choked laugh and brought your hand up to your mouth. “Ellie, I’m so sorry.. we, I mean, we’re so sorry. We didn’t wann—“ you rambled nervously and she held a hand up and waved it dismissively.

“Eh, it’s whatever. I’ve seen the way you two practically eye-fuck each other anyway. I’m surprised it took old man Miller this long to make a move on you. Glad you got a decent orgasm though.” Ellie laughed with a shrug. “Goodnight, Y/N. Let Joel know I’m home safe.” She smirked and disappeared back into her room.

You sat on the edge of the bathtub and held the backs of your cool hands to your burning cheeks. You couldn’t quite believe that today had happened, and of course it ended exactly like that. You laughed quietly to yourself and got yourself up with shaky legs. After finishing up in the bathroom, you went back to your room and crawled into your bed and you drifted to sleep with the soft sounds of Joel’s snores.

You braced yourself on the edge of the bathtub and held your burning cheeks in your cool hands, you couldn’t quite believe that conversation just happened and Ellie had heard the two of you earlier.

You were just grateful she didn’t seem pissed or upset about it. Maybe things were going to work out all okay in the long run. However they panned out, you were just so relieved you finally were able to have a decent orgasm, or multiples, at the hands of another man. For the first time in a long time, you slept soundly as you listened to the low rumble of Joel’s snores.

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel miller smut #anon request #thanks anon <3

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r41d3n-5h0gun · 3 years ago

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Hihi! Can I request Xiao comforting a depressed reader who feels disgusted and shitty about not having motivation to take care of themselves if you have time? If not that's okay!

I'm sorry it took so long, Ivy </3

But here it goes

Not proofread 🧎🏻‍♀️

It was at night. The moon was shining bright. You sat on the windowsill, gazing outside and just watching the stars in the sky. There weren't much, only a few lonely souls scattered around on the dark blue scenery.

A sigh escaped your lips, as you ran a hand through your messy hair. It felt disgusting to you. You should've had showered, but you just can't bring yourself to do so. Your throat was dry, yet you didn't feel like hydrating yourself either.

Everything was just so difficult.

Why couldn't you even do simple tasks like cleaning your room? Why aren't you able to keep the contact to the person that is the only close one to you? You loved him so much. You don't want to loose him while he thinks you're not interested in him anymore.

Struggles like these only made your situation worse.

But Xiao understood. He'll stay with you. Even if he doesn't understand your exact emotions, he was in a similar situation. Back then, he used to have his friend group, but his emotions leaded to him ghosting them. Xiao felt regret. Especially since they were so close to him. They were such kind souls. But he never got the courage to talk to them again. So he doesn't want the same happen to you.

He may get have struggles with expressing his thoughts, but he makes it up with his actions.

Hearing a clicking sound, you looked at the door. Xiao could've closed the door a little more silent, but he didn't wanted to startle you with just standing next to you while you haven't noticed him.

The adeptus handed you a cup, which was warm, almost hot in the weak grip of your hands. A certain scent filled your nose and instantly you realized : It was your favourite tea.

You wanted to thank him, but your voice was so quiet he almost missed it. Yet, he still heard you. And he also didn't miss the little smile on your lips. You didn't even realized it yourself, but even such little gestures made you happy.

Xiao was just too kind.

Was he pitying you? Does he even genuinely love you?

You took a little sip of the tea. The flavor was melting on your tongue, before the warmth of it emitted in your body. Leaning your head a little against his shoulder, you mumbled a thanks.

His hand found the way from your arm to your hair, before Xiao started petting your head and running his hand through your hair. He knew it helped you relax sometimes. So you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling as long as it lasted.

After awhile, what felt like a few minutes but was longer than you thought, Xiao asked you if you want to talk about it.

If you feel like talking about it, he will listen to you. He won't overtalk you and be patient when you might stumble above words or need to collect your thoughts, only nodding sometimes to show you that he's listening. When you're finished about talking, he will try his best to comfort you. Even though he might be bad at wording, he was still able to show that he cares and that you have his full support.

If you don't want to talk about it, he will continue to stay with you. You two would just continue to sit there and try to find comfort in the presence of each other. But after a hours, when you still made no move to get up, Xiao will ask you to go at least to bed with him. If you want to, he would also lay down next to you. Running one of his hands through your hair, the other one holding you close to him, until you fall asleep. Only when he made sure that you fell asleep, will he allow himself to fall asleep as well.

#xiao genshin #xiao genshin x reader #xiao x you #xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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subtle-edge-of-rot · 3 years ago

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Beautiful baby with a beautiful mind. Non platonic kisses on your forhead for you babes, c'mere, pspsps. 🧎🏻‍♀️

Bo not willing to give Vincent the satisfaction of knowing he's hard off seeing his partner get railed without him and enjoying it that much. He'll wait impatiently for his turn, willing to take you right off Vincent's lap as soon as he cums in you. It's not like he's going to walk away to a different room and come back after either, he'll be hearing you all the way in his room anyways.

Vincent on the other hand is able to fuck you comfortably, still being posessive in his grip and pace but able to appreciate how vocal you're being for him. Even without seeing your expression he knows how good he's making you feel, to the point where you don't even want to look at who's watching. He takes deep pride in knowing he could have you this wet for him specifically in front of one of your other lovers, your own kisses and hickies littering the side of his neck and your hands balling his shirt tight in your hands.

You know he will but the polite little begging for Vincent to keep going and for him to finish inside ensues when you get closer to your own climax, frustrating Bo even more than the uncomfortable tightness of his jeans. When he gets his hands on you he wants you to beg just as sweetly for his cum in you, eager to override his brother's high with his own.

-💙

I accept and return the kisses tenfold 💋

As soon as your climax hit, your request was granted, and Vincent pushed in one final time and filled you up. Bo immediately takes this as his cue to walk across the room in a few eager strides to pluck you off of Vincent’s lap, shivering as he watches his brother’s spend leak out of your opening, and carries you over a nearby table, plopping you down on it and hurriedly undoing his belt and fly.

“Need you, darlin’,” he says, voice deep and eager, “moanin’ so pretty, got me so hard,” he waits for your eager nod, and you give it to him, eagerly fishing him out of his pants and lining him up with your entrance—no prep needed.

Then he gets to have his way with you, see what sounds only he can pull out of you.

#payton’s asks #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #💙anon #blue my beloved

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baraqi · 3 years ago

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idk if your requests are open but please make a daddydom!jay fic i beg i am in need

i gotchuu i wanna hopefully start and finish it by like middle of next weekish? maybe earlier idk bc this is kinda tmi ig but my period’s gonna come next tuesday if flo is correct which it usually is for me🧎🏻‍♀️

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A Dark!Quinn thought:

What if you finally give in to him? Like you tell him that he owns your mind, body, and soul?

I know this is dumb, and it's okay if you don't want to do this.

I love Dark!Quinn so much!!!!!!!!!

🚩Hi! Dark Content ahead! 🚩

Hi, lovely! Been so long since my last dark blurb. Are you still there? I hope you are. Again, that (your prompty/thot) is my dream. Being owned--WHAT?! Who said that?! Anyway, dark blurb requests are open again (i say while being a snail). Remember to follow the request format 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Dark (not too dark but also not light. in the middle, imo 🫡. Unhinged Q thoughts), Extreme Overprotectiveness and Possessiveness, Dominance (m), Submission (f), Handjob, Slight oral sex (m receiving), Unprotected Sex

Quinn would be staring at you from the living room, his mind telling him to help you with chopping the vegetables you were prepping, his worry simmering as the thump, thump, thump felt like it was cleaving his soul. He wanted to do the mise en place but you told him that you discovered a dish you wanted to cook for him, so he let you. Worst decision of his life. Knives were a hazard. Your grip might slip. You might get hurt. He fucking hated that.

He couldn't sit still until you finally finished with the prep. He had to swallow his protest when you opened the stove so abruptly that you jumped when the fire started. Fuck that. He needed to change the stove into an electric stove. His heart pounded in his chest, up his throat, up his head.

Honestly. He wasn't use to you cooking or having the initiative to cook anymore. He had established that he would be cooking for both of you. The fridge was full of meal preps that he made and that were only labelled by when they were made. He made sure there will be a variety per week. You were free to grab two—or three—for lunch or dinner or even breakfast. You could heat them up in the microwave...

His thoughts trailed, suddenly thinking that you may even be using the fucking stove to heat them up. He truly needed to buy a better stove. Maybe induction would be better. It didn't matter if he needed to buy new cookwares. He would buy anything as long as he would be sure that you were safe 24/7.

What if he increased your allowance instead? You could order takeouts from restaurants. You did liked going out for brunch sometimes. You sent him a lot of photos whenever he was on the road. That was another dilemma he had a hard time grasping. If you were out, possible danger to your wellbeing increased tenfold.

It was already hard enough for him to accept that food elsewhere didn't pose danger, but he understood you deserved to be spoiled with whatever you wanted to eat. The thought of you out and about—with your friends or not—without him had made him lose it. He would snap at his teammates, his hands vibrating as he clenched his fist around his phone while he marked every meal photo, every selfie you sent. He would count the seconds that turned into minutes, into hours until you texted him that you were home. Only then he would loosen up. Only then he could breathe.

He only wanted you to be safe. Was that a hard ask? He told you that many times, but he didn't think you understood the weight of his words. Especially when you almost grabbed the hot metal lid of the pot. He had enough. He was up immediately, casually guiding you out of the way, not minding when you planted your hands on your waist.

If you were anybody else, he would've tune you out, but you were you. He listened to your complaints and your adorable attempt to take over again. Not like you could do anything. No matter how hard you try to push him and snatch your laddle, he was still stronger than you. And you knew that.

The moment Quinn met your eyes, you immediately froze. The moment he looked at your outstretch hand, you dropped it to your side. He didn't need to do anything else. He merely looked at you and he already had you stepping back. Your heart beat faster, visibly shown by the way your carotid artery pulsed. When he finally gazed at your eyes with your pupils swallowing your irises, you let out that tiny pathetic whimper.

"Sit down," he ordered, his voice rumbling out of his lips. His lips twitched into a smirk when you did as you were told. "Such a good girl, my Love."

He pretended he didn't see you shifting on the stool, your legs closing tightly, your breaths turning ragged. Oh, he was fucking hard. Did you know how difficult it was to focus on the dish you were making when he knew how wet your sweet cunt was right now? Did you know how much his cock ached almost immediately at the sight of you following him? You might not listen to his reminders, but when he was with you, you did. Every time. Like a good little slut desperate to please him.

"Now tell me what to do with this," he said in a calm tone.

You stuttered, your words sounding like whines, your voice wobbling like you were about to cry. He could practically hear your need for him the longer he ignored you. Oh, he had spoiled you. You think you could just defy him, prevent him from protecting you, be so fucking careless with yourself. You dessrved to be ignored. Just a little punishment for you, because you needed to learn your lesson.

"Quinny," you called after he finished cooking and did the initial clean up. "I thought I was good. Why are you ignoring me?"

Of course, you didn't get it. You were so intelligent in your career and in life, yet when it came to him, you were utterly clueless.

He stepped into your space, his knee nudging yours open, his hand grabbing your neck, the other softly carressing your cheek. His fingers grazed over your face. When he squeezed over your pulse, you gasped, leaning towards him, seeking more and more. You were too perfect. His damnation.

You knew he loved you, but you never understood how deeply. You were the cause of his insanity. You were the haze over his logical mind. You were the blood in his veins. You were a promise of escape. Of comfort. Of savation. The claws of your existence gripped around his heart, making him bleed, making the muscles work to beat harder and harder and harder. You were his reason to live and to keep playing in front of many. You were everything and beyond. Yet you didn't know that. You saw him but also didn't. He kept trying to make you see, but as much as you follow his order, as much as a good girl you were, you were still so blind of his love.

That frustated him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?" He traced his thumb over your eyebrow, down over your eye which you closed. Your breath hitched when he gave it the slightest pressure, when he pushed you back that he knew the counter must be digging on your back. "How many times, my Love?"

"I am careful," you blurted, clearly unintentional.

He frowned, stepping back. You nearly fell and he almost fucking caught you. He was so weak when it came to you. It took all of him to walk away. All of him not to grab you and carry you up his shoulder. All of him not to laugh when you ran after him. Just like that you had also eased the darkness that was swallowing him whole.

He didn't stop, folding his sleeves, undoing the second button of his shirt, until he reached your shared room. He sat on the bed, nearly groaning when you knelt between his parted legs without instructions.

"Sorry, Q. I'm trying," you reasoned as your hands shook while you undid his buckles, his pants. Your breaths were loud and choppy.

"Not fucking new," he spat. His voice was full of venom that had your tears welling up your eyes. "You always try, but you are clumsy and a fucking brat." Your tears fell, yet you moaned when he held your hand around his leaking cock. "The pot could've burned your hand when we have a fucking mitten." Up and down, he guided your fist. His voice were almost a fucking growl. "Trying is not enough. You need to be careful. Repeat it."

"I'll be careful," your voice hitched as he groaned when he swiped your thumb and his over his dribbling slit.

"Promise me."

"I promise," you sighed when he wiped at your tears with that same thumb. You parted your lips immediately when he pressed on them. When he slipped his thumb over your tongue, you whimpered before you sucked. You jerked him, burning pleasure all over his body. You say with his thumb in your mouth, "Oh, Quinn... can I?"

He hummed, pressing his thumb further inside, but he didn't. He always held himself back. It was tiring, but he never cared. You weren't ready for him. He would wait even for all of his life until you were. He was waiting, because if he didn't, you would break. You would run away. He would be forced to lock you up, chain you down in the villa he had purchase so long ago. He didn't want that, because it would mean that he would not have you. He didn't want a husk that wouldn't love him back. That would be a nightmare. No. Never. He only wished for you to love him as intensely as he loved you.

"I want to have you," you muttered.

'You already have me," was what he wanted to say.

He nodded, letting you go, leaning back on one hand, grabbing your hair, when you licked from his base to tip, lapping and sucking on his crown. Holy fucking shit. He met the movement your head with small thrusts that took him deeper down your throat. He cursed as you gagged, as you gulped, as you moaned around him.

When he felt he was about to come, he pulled you up, kissing you with hia tongue meshing yours. His hands gripped your waist, letting you ride along his dick, shorts damp from your pussy drooling. He scratched along your back, his trimmed nails digging into your skin. He unclasped your bra, prying it off you after your shirt.

"You're so wet for me." Quinn praised, kissing down your throat, sucking on your flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He laid you down on the bed, helping you out of your bottoms, smirking at the way your arousal leaked. "All for me."

His finger traced your slit, making a mess with your pussy juices, teasing your quivering entrance. Your pussy was physically hot, drenched, thirsty. He didn't bother with his clothes. He couldn't when you felt so soft on dick. Slowly, he slid in. Both of you gasped at the mere sensation of each other.

He needed you. He needed you. He needs you—

Then you said words that his ears ringing, his heart threatening to explode, his cock painfully hardening.

"Take everything. This is all for you, Quinn. I'm all yours."

He couldn't move. His eyes marked every detail of your face. No tells. No lies. Your submission to him was silent yet loud, clear like crystal glass, so fucking exquisite. You were just lying there with your eyebrows drawn, your hands next to your head and waiting to be held, your cheeks flushing, your teeth sinking down on your lower lip.

He was fucking shaking as he gripped your wrists over your head. He lowered himself, letting his weight pin you down.

"Say it again," he panted. His desperation leaked from the cracks you've made on his control.

"I'm yours." A tear fell down the side of your eye. "Stop looking at me like I don't love you. I do. Stop holding back. Use me. Take me. Do whatever you want."

He hissed, pressing his forehead against yours. Ah, now he realized that maybe you were ready all along. Maybe he was the clueless one afterall.

He kissed you, rougher than he had ever did, as he fucked you, long and deep. His teeth bit down on your lips, drawing your blood that he lapped at greedily. The taste of cooper had his eyes rolling back. Fuck. He needed that too much that his eyes burned with tears.

"Mine," he growled into the skin of your neck. He licked the sheen of sweat forming on your skin, biting and nipping your flesh. "Mine. Mine. Mine."

He let go of your hands to take your thighs. He pushed them up, spreading you, opening you. He rammed into you, reaching and abusing the spot that had you screaming, that had you coming, that had you writhing. He didn't stop. He couldn't. He grinded into you, tugging at your clit.

You thrashed as another orgasm was taken out of you. Over and over again. Until he came so deep inside of you.

It wasn't enough.

As you two pant, you both knew it wasn't enough.

So he fucked you through his oversensitized half-mast, his balls protesting. He didn't care. His 'i love you's were melting into unintelligible words that mixed with his claiming 'mine's.

He had you. He would take you.

He would make you tell him you're his.

Again and again.

Good night!!!

Lovelies @dancerbailey3 @loser-pretty-girl @tiredallthetimex @quinnintheabyss

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