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saltwaterburns · 4 months ago

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Hi:)!! I love your writing, but just wondering if ya'd do some dick Grayson smut, like with the sex pollen stuff just making him all needy,

Fem reader? Even nb reader o_O?

Like ur real good at writing man^_^.

And I mean if you'd add some of your own kinks? I'd love to see him acting like an lil whiner it's cute in a way, feels so odd to ask lmfao please laugh LMFAO 💔..

pretty bird

Summary: Dick gets hit by a new Poison Ivy pollen, and there's only one way, or rather one person, to get it out of his system.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT - sex pollen but explicit consent is given, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, thigh riding, praise/degradation, sub!dick, biting (lmk if i missed any)

Author's note: The fact that this took me over 3 months to finish is embarrassing and I'm sorry and please don't hate me and fuck how I love bottom Dick. I also fear that you can kind of see my kind of worryingly high ao3 screen time in between the lines, because I am not ashamed to admit it that omegaverse is one of man's best creations. Enjoy !!!!! No beta we die like Jason (Todd and/or Grace)

Word count: 2,4k

You wake up with a jolt. Somewhere, a door slams shut, but the noise comes from someplace a lot closer than you'd like when living in Blüdhaven. A string of soft curses float through your apartment, something falls and breaks, and by then you’re sat up atop your mattress, reaching for the knife Dick always insists you keep nearby. It could be him, it probably is, but since when does your acrobat make this much noise when coming back home in the middle of the night?

Dick stumbles through the doorway, one of his hands resting on the wall, seemingly to keep him upright. The lights of the city that bleed in through your bedroom window illuminate his face, and you know instantly that he’s been hit with something, whether that's a gas or some pollen, you’re not sure. His skin is glowing under a sheen of sweat, his cheeks flushed pink. He growls in frustration when a strand of inky black hair falls on his face and he pushes it away with a bit more force than necessary, chest heaving up and down with short and shallow breaths.

You push the blanket off your legs, ready to stand up and walk over to inspect him for any injuries, possibly force him to take a bath with you when a throaty whine makes you stop in your tracks. He shakes his head and you look at him with furrowed brows, tilting your head in confusion.

“Ivy hit us with a.. ah, a pollen. Bruce sent me home right after, but that was before…before the effects showed up.” He rests his head against the doorframe, eyes squeezed shut. He swipes his tongue over his lips, the pink muscle heavy in his mouth which went dry the second he spotted you on that bed, waiting for him.

“What effects, exactly?” You ask him, the little crease of displeasure between your brows that Dick has a habit of soothing over with his thumb making an appearance. You cross your arms on your chest, both to show off your worry and to protect your body from the chill of the bedroom. “Are you in pain?”

As if on cue, another wave of something hits him and he lets his head fall back, his Adam's apple bobbing before he lets out another one of his drawn out whines. The sight of him like that makes something turn inside your gut, a dull ache in between your legs making itself known. “In pain, yes. Just not in the way you might, fuck!..think.” He claws at his Nightwing suit, seemingly desperate to get it off his heated skin and that's when it clicks. Ivy, pollen, not letting you come near him, sweaty and flushed as if…

Dick Grayson is currently standing in the doorway to your room, desperate to get his dick inside you and fuck his brains out.

The sheer absurdity of the situation almost has you barking out a laugh, but it dies down in your throat when a soft plea leaves his lips, now slick with spit, reddish pink from his teeth abusing the soft flesh.

"There isn't an antidote for this. Not yet, anyway. 'N I was wondering if you'd maybe, shit, help me uh, get it out of my system? If you'd want, of course. 'S all good if not, sweetheart. Not really sure it'd be safe for you if I can't really, ngh, control myself."

His eyes stay locked on you, the usually light hues of blue tinted dark as the flush on his skin deepens, the worst of the pollen only starting to take effect. You don't say anything, but instead take a few quick steps towards him and before he has a chance to open his mouth to protest, you cup his cheek with your hand, other one laying flat on his chest. His heart is practically vibrating inside his ribcage from the sheer speed of it beating but that quickly leaves your mind at the absolutely obscene sound that leaves Dicks mouth at the feeling of your skin against his. It's a sob of pure relief mixed with agony because somehow even more blood pools at his groin, making him harder than he has ever been in his life. He turns his head and nuzzles his face into the palm of your hand, his heated lips nipping at your skin like flames of fire.

You coo at him, moving your hand up so you can run your fingers through his hair, now curly from the moisture of his skin. You grab a handful and gently pull his head back, letting your lips leave a trail of open mouthed kisses all over his jaw. His mouth has fallen open, spewing out soft pants and incoherent sounds.

"Wait, wait, baby," he hiccups softly, pulling away from you. "Don't know if m'gonna be able to control myself. Promise me that you'll tell me to stop if it gets too much 'n if I don't listen you'll punch me in the face?"

"Promise, Dickie." You nod, letting your other hand fall down to rest on his waist. You can feel the muscles of his core flex at your touch, and you gently drag the tips of your fingers through the divots of them. His eyes never leave yours and he's looking at you so earnestly, so devotedly it makes you feel sick for a moment. It's as if you are a god, a divine creature who has seized his ability to think, to breathe, and who he needs to guide him, tell him how to do the simplest things in case he even dares to think about doing them in a way you dislike.

You pull him down into a kiss, one slow, sweet and earnest. He has your face cradled in his hands, not daring to let them wonder in case it gets him punished later on. You gently guide him backwards with you, pulling him along by his hip, until the back of your legs meet the edge of the bed, and you fall back on it, pulling him with you. It's as if a switch has been flicked - the once languid and adoring kiss now turned messy, needy, desperate. His mouth is hot as it parts against your lips, tongues brushing against each other in an erotic dance. He tastes sweet, he always has, like honey and mint from the gum he seems to chew at any given moment.

He pulls away to catch his breath but somehow his hands have wandered under your shirt and are now tugging it over your head, throwing it over his shoulder. Your chest is bare in front of him, skin glinting under the light of the night, and he mewls, desperate. He brings his mouth down on your collarbone, leaving open mouthed kisses down until he reaches your breast, and before you can react, his sharp teeth have pressed down into the supple flesh. It hurts, and you keen off the bed with a soft cry.

He slides his tongue over the bite in a soothing manner, pressing a kiss on it as well. Despite the initial pain, by the fifth bite (which has your breasts positively red), your back is arching off the mattress for a different reason, and you're sure that if he'd try to slide your panties off, they'd stick to your cunt in the most obscene way possible.

Your insides are aching by now, desperate to be filled to the brim by his cock. You let him know by tugging on the top half of his Nightwing suit, pulling it over his shoulders. His hair is sticking up in every direction after that and you can't help but giggle, his lips silencing you with a playful kiss. He gets the lower half off by himself and is left just in his boxers, the visible tent in them making you unconsciously part your legs further.

Dick, however, decides that he needs something and he needs it now because another wave of pollen is tugging on his insides and the pain of it makes his stomach cramp up. He starts to slowly rut against your thigh, riding it like he has many times before as a punishment for being bratty. Each movement of his hips has him panting out soft ah! ah! ah! 's and his face is pressed against the crook of your neck, where he's desperately mouthing at the skin, drool soaking it up. You coo at him, masking the degrading terms of endearment under the guise of your sweet tone, but it's still just egging him on, and before he can realise that he's close, he's already come inside his boxers with a high pitched whine. His whole body shakes as the orgasm crashes over him in waves, and his arms give up, making him fall on top of you. You slide your arms over his bare back, pressing small kisses around his hairline.

"You did good, baby. So good for me, aren't you? Gonna fuck me now, pretty bird? Get your cock inside me, fuck yourself stupid 'til all the pollen is gone?"

He keens again, baring his neck to you in an act of submission. His head is fuzzy and he can't really understand what you're saying, but he heard "pretty bird" and "fuck" and suddenly his cock is all hard and leaky again, desperate to be surrounded by something warm and wet and tight. The pollen is making his skin itch unbearably and he needs you to bite him just like he bit you, marking you with pretty shapes and colours. You lean down and do just that, digging your canines right above his pulse point, sucking on the flesh until its angry and purple and so, so pretty, just like the man in front of you.

His body goes seemingly more lax at that, though his hips are still squirming. Somehow, you manage to tug your panties down and off your legs and you slide your fingers into his curls, harshly tugging on them to bring him back to the real world.

"Fuck me, Dickie." You purr, bringing him into a kiss. He can't seem to catch up with your pace, but his instincts speak for themselves, and although the kiss is way sloppier than it should be, all the happy noises he's making makes it worth it.

He cages you between his arms and you help him guide his tip to your opening, clenching around nothing but air. You hadn't noticed when exactly he'd gotten rid of his now soiled boxers but there's nothing exactly to complain about. Your arousal mixed with the cum thats covering the length of him make it easy for him to slide fully inside you with a single thrust, the feeling of so suddenly being filled to the brim punching all the air out of your lungs.

He starts fucking into you like a madman, incoherent whines and pleas and moans spilling from his swollen lips like wildfire. You can't understand anything, but you hold him close, pressing kisses on top of any strip of skin you can reach. "Good, birdie, just like- fuck! that. Fucking me so good, you're the best boy."

You wrap your legs around his, digging your heels into his thick thighs, letting your head fall back in bliss. You can feel a few droplets fall onto your skin and then trail down, and you can't help but giggle e. "Is my pussy so good that it's making you cry, baby? You're so pathetic, Dickie, it's embarrassing. Just look at you."

Your voice is sickly sweet in his ear and he just cries harder, cheeks burning red from embarrassment, but it's as if his body has a mind of its own, continuing to fuck into you like a dog, a dog in heat. He doesn't want to feel stupid and incompetent, and he hates the fact that you're laughing at him, making him feel like he isn't doing a job good enough, but despite your cruel jokes, you're choking on moans of your own, and he also knows by the wet sounds of your cunt that he's fucking you better than anyone ever has and anyone ever will.

He brings one of his hands between your two slick bodies and starts to rub aggressive and tight circles on your clit, eyes locked on you as your face scrunches up, mouth falling apart at the mind numbing pleasure. He knows you better than anyone, so when your muscles start to tense and the pitch of your moans is getting higher and higher, he knows you're close. He picks up the pace of his hips, the sound of skin slapping echoing all around the bedroom. One, two, three snaps and you're coming on his cock with a loud cry, body convulsing painfully. He follows you not even a moment later, coming in the tight heat of your stomach with a loud whine, his whole body shuddering. Despite your vision swimming, you let your hands wander all over his skin, pulling his shaky body to your chest, where you shower him with kisses, touches and soft praises.

"Good, good boy, birdie. You did good, fucked me so good. How are you feeling?"

He just, whines softly on your chest, looking up at you with glassy eyes, blinking owlishly. You pepper his face with tiny kisses until he comes back, and when you feel his nose scrunch up under your lips, you know he's with you once more.

"Talk to me, baby. Are you good? Do we need to go again?" You run your fingers through his hair, letting your nails scratch over his scalp. He leans into your touch and you're pretty sure that if he could, he'd be purring.

"M'okay, I think. At least for now. I feel good, but I can tell that it's not completely gone from my system. Might need to do another round later." His voice is scratchy, and you reach for the water bottle on your bedside table, making him drink half of it. He thanks you with a soft kiss and settles back down on your chest, arms curled around your body.

You can't help but smile at him, heart overflowing with affection. "We should take a shower, pretty bird. You're sticky and I'm sticky, and we could do another round there. That sound good?"

He perks up at the mention of showering together and you laugh, pulling him up with you.

"Come on, then. If you're good then I'll use my mouth on you."

#dick grayson fic #dick grayson smut #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x female!reader #nightwing fic #nightwing smut #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x fem!reader #dick grayson #nightwing #dc #dc comics #dc smut

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no1blacksapphirefan · 3 months ago

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heh . First request here kind of nervous /j BUT for the self aware au, I would love to know how the beasts/ancients (specifically burning spice, shadow milk, Pure vanilla, and dark cacao) would react to being trapped in an area dedicated to them, but your mycookie is there too? (You can also throw black sapphire in there too if you want LOL) PLEASE DONT RUSH YOURSELF IF YOU DECIDE TO DO THISS 💔😔

Here's kind of an example of what I mean

I need to get started on my own area special for Black Sapphire but I haven't cleared out enough of my kingdom land yet sigh...don't worry black sapphire, it's coming soon I promise!!

Anyways here's you go, hopefully it was worth the wait!

Burning Spice loves it. A place...dedicated to him?? With your cookie? Oh he couldn't be more delighted to bascially have you to himself. If only it were the real you though.

He'll make sure to follow your cookie self around and hates it if he gets out of the area, perhaps due to you needing him to cut wood and that place being out of the area you've made. The anger disappears though as soon as you place him back.

Oh he wishes there wasn't a barrier though, between his area and the rest, blocked off by merely water?? If he could jump across he would, but he has to rely on you to see him and hopefully put him back. Once you do though, he's back to following your cookie around and perhaps sitting at an area if you've made an area to sit.

Shadow Milk You know what? Close enough, he can work with this. It'll do for now, having your mycookie by his side is the next best thing and- omg is this place FOR him??

You see his him run around his area, happily looking at everything you've put in...and you two are trapped?...Alone...Hah, he can finally brag to the others, sticking his tongue out to the other cookies as they cannot come to him themselves. Sucks to suck I guess. Depending on the decor, he loves having your mycookie watch him do his shows, if your mycookie likes it, surely you will as well right?

You better put him back on that area if he ever gets out due to having to mine sugar though.

Pure Vanilla I see him seeing it as a lil home for the two of you :3 I mean in the kingdom they cannot be under a roof, or really in a home. (He's happy rain doesn't seem to exist in your kingdom) so this was the best he could get.

it had decor, it had him and your mycookie there, cookies were "locked" out. Oh he can't help but imagine it being actually real, having a home with you and staying with you like this. He feels he shouldn't think this way but he can't help but love the area.

Not only did you make it for him and decorate oh so beautifully for him, but your there...well, almost. Still, watching you put him and your mycookie there is enough to make him oh so happy.

Dark Cacao your affections confuse him more and more, but...he isn't complaining about this one. How cute, making a special area for himself and you to stay? You truly did favour him, it makes him feel all "warm and fuzzy" on the inside as some other cookies would say.

Even though he knows nothing will happen, the game making sure no other cookie can cross the water moat. But he isn't sure if that applies even after you leave...he makes sure to stay by your side, ignoring certain cookies jealous gazes, and if they try to come over he'll try to stop them.

He knows they won't...harm you, none of them would willingly but, you know...if this place was made for only him and you, the others have to respect that (He'd rather die then admit it may be due to jealousy)

Black Sapphire now you're stuck listening to the rumours he's planning to plant on his next radio show, sure technically you won't actually...hear but your mycookie can! And they're bascially you so~

Don't worry, he'll make sure to get you up to speed when he escapes. Oh and don't worry, he loves what you've done to the place, it's beautifully made. He so wishes he could compliment you...well he could actually, nothing wrong with just a lil scare anyways.

Anywho, he loves walking with you. Doesn't matter where too, he will walk by your mycookies side, if the game allowed it he'll hold your hands too.

#cookie run kingdom #crk #crk x reader #pure vanilla x reader #shadow milk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #burning spice x reader #dark cacao x reader #black sapphire x reader #✦ Zeros Self-Aware AU

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jellyfishsthings · 16 days ago

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Family Chaos

navigation , dc navigation

WARNINGS: funny miscommunication (not really)

requests are open

dividers by @cafekitsune

It started with a tweet.

@GothamTeaSpill: “BREAKING: Dick Grayson spotted with mystery woman near Blüdhaven docks. 👀 Trouble in paradise?”

Steph saw it first. She gasped so loudly, she dropped her cereal spoon into her mug of tea. “OH MY GOD.”

Tim peered over her shoulder. “Wait, isn’t that Dick’s old patrol partner from like... two years ago?”

“EXACTLY,” she hissed. “That’s not HER. Which means—”

“Scandal,” Cass finished, appearing behind them like a ghost with excellent eyeliner.

Within ten minutes, the photo had been blown up, analyzed, run through facial recognition software, and fed into a group chat titled 💔 EMOTIONAL DAMAGE CHAT 💔.

Jason was the first to react. “If he cheated, I’m keying the Batmobile. His Batmobile.”

Damian, with all the fire of a boy betrayed: “I will strike him from my mental family tree.”

Dick walked into the kitchen, blinking sleepily and wearing your oversized robe. “Morning. Why is everyone staring at me like I ran over Alfred?”

Silence.

You strolled in behind him, still brushing your teeth, glanced at the phone being waved at you, and blinked.

“Oh, yeah. That’s Ivy. She used to work with his department. She’s married. Nice girl.” You shrugged and walked away.

Everyone blinked at you.

Tim whispered “Why is she so calm?”

Jason answered “Denial. It’s the first stage.”

What they didn’t know—and what you absolutely were not going to tell them—was that Dick had already shown you the photo the night before. Ivy had waved him down to ask about security for her niece’s art gallery. You trusted him. 100%.

But the theatrics were just too juicy.

So, naturally, you grabbed your phone and typed into the group chat: “We need to talk.”

Pandemonium.

Phase One: Interrogation

Dick sat on the couch with a confused frown while the rest of the family assembled around him like a very emotional jury.

“Dick,” Steph said solemnly, “is there something you need to tell us?”

“Did I eat someone’s leftovers?”

Cass turned on a lamp dramatically.

Tim held up a whiteboard titled: Timeline of Lies.

Jason handed him a stress ball shaped like a broken heart.

“Wait,” Dick said slowly, “Is this... is this about that photo?”

Steph gasped. “So you admit there’s a photo?!”

“There’s a photo of me talking to someone, yeah. Her name is Ivy. She’s married. My angel has met her before. We literally helped her move last year.”

"The betrayal" Tim gasped from somewhere.

“I remember her,” you said sweetly from the corner. “She made lemon squares.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Then why the secrecy?”

“There was no secrecy!”

You sighed. Loudly. “It’s not like he’s ever done something to break my trust... until now.”

Dick’s head snapped toward you. “Babe?!”

You didn’t answer.

Cass handed you a blanket like it was a courtroom shawl of mourning.

Jason muttered, “Say the word and I’ll help you disappear him.”

You wiped a fake tear. “I just don’t know who I am dating anymore.”

Dick looked like he was rapidly losing his mind. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING.”

“Tell it to the group chat,” Tim said coldly.

Phase Two: Emotional Damage

Later that night, you found Dick sitting alone in the Batcave, holding the same photo.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, miserable.

You sat beside him, took the photo, and gently kissed his cheek. “No, baby. I knew it was nothing the whole time.”

He turned to you, eyes wide. “Wait—what?”

You smiled. “I saw the photo last night. You told me. But they didn’t know that. And honestly, watching them stage an emotional intervention with a slideshow? Comedy gold.”

Dick buried his face in his hands. “You’re evil.”

“You love it.”

He sighed, then laughed. “Tim used the phrase ‘emotional infidelity arc.’”

You giggled. “Jason tried to teach me how to key your car.”

“Which one?”

“Alright it was the motorcycle.”

He gasped. “That’s even worst.”

You looped your arm through his. “Don’t worry. I’d never let them touch the Nightcycle.”

He beamed. “You do love me.”

Group Chat Fallout - Bonus Scene

Steph: “Wait. YOU KNEW?!”

Cass: “She played us like a fiddle.”

Jason: “I am somehow both furious and impressed.”

Tim: “Next time I’m running background checks.”

Damian: “You are all clowns.”

You sent one final message to the chat:

Plot twist: I’m the mastermind. 🃏

Dick added: And I’m the himbo.

Everyone agreed. Even Alfred.

#dick grayson x you #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson #nightwing x you #nightwing fluff #nightwing imagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing #batfam x you #batfam x reader #batfam #dc comics #dc comics x reader #dc comics x you

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ariestrxsh · 2 months ago

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sub!virgin!matt x neighbor!reader

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 content warning: smut, angst, jealousy, mommy kink, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, matt cums in his pants

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: after finding out that matt's ex, may, is in town, you become overwhelmed with jealousy, and you make him go down on you to get his mind off of her while his dad is downstairs

sorry that it takes me three months to write one fucking chapter 💔

dividers by @/anitalenia

Me & U

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

"You did what?" You asked Matt, standing in his bedroom after he'd just broken the news to you that May's in town, and he had gone to breakfast with her while you were stuck at work, stocking butt plugs and dildos. You shot him a glare, letting him know you weren't happy with him talking with his ex, much less meeting up with her.

"It's not a big deal. We both just needed closure," Matt shrugged, avoiding eye contact with you. "You needed closure?" You scoffed at his comment. What in the hell would he need closure with May for when he had you?

"Couples who break up don't need closure. Closure means you still care about someone and are trying to keep them in your life. Plus, you guys don't need to sit down and talk about it over fuckin' french toast! Sounds like something that could've been done over text."

Deep down, Matt knew that there was a little bit of truth to what you were saying. However, May was the one who blindsided him by showing up in his new town and making him feel obligated to go to breakfast with her.

What he didn't want to tell you is that she had begged for him back, cried in his arms after he'd told her he had a new girlfriend, and stuck him with the bill when she stormed out in the middle of the meal.

"Look. I didn't invite her here. I didn't want to go, but she sprung this on me," he explained, raising his hands in a defensive gesture.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You crossed your arms over your chest, tightening your jaw. "I didn't know she was going to come out here until she texted me today, telling me she was in town. This is the soonest I could tell you unless you wanted me to do it over text while you were at work," Matt quietly replied, replaying the morning in his head.

You were silent for a moment, caught somewhere in the middle between wanting to ask how the meeting went and not wanting to know in case anything happened that would hurt your feelings.

"Did you tell her how good I fucked you the other night?" You inquired, raising an eyebrow as you took a step closer to him. His blue eyes flicked up to meet yours. "No.. I wouldn't tell her that kind of thing. It would upset her," Matt sternly said. That's kind of the point, you thought to yourself.

You could see the hurt in his face. You hated seeing him like this, especially over another girl. Jealousy welled up inside of you, begging for some kind of outlet. Out of nowhere, you kicked off your shoes and started undoing the button on your shorts.

"W-what are you doing?" Matt asked, looking at you wide-eyed while he watched you undress. "Helping you get over her," you casually said. "I thought you were mad at me. What is actually happening right now?" He asked, furrowing his brow but unable to take his stare off of you.

"I'm going to make you forget all about her," you responded, removing your oversized t-shirt and slipping out of your lacy underwear, tossing both carelessly on Matt's bedroom floor along with the rest of your clothes.

Matt's confused expression slowly transformed into a lustful gaze as you climbed onto his bed, laid on your back, and slowly spread open your legs. His eyes danced across your breasts and your pretty pink hole.

"My dad's downstairs.." Matt started to say, worrying that the two of you would be caught if he gave into you right now. "Then you better hope he doesn't hear us, hmm?" You replied, a smile forming on your lips as you began to rub your clit in circles.

He watched you, intrigued by what you were going to do next. Blood rushed to his cock, and it twitched to life as you let out a few soft moans. "Why don't you be a good boy and come lick it?" You gazed into his eyes, spreading your lower lips open with your two fingers to show him you were dripping with arousal.

Matt gave you a needy look and nodded, "Yes, mommy." He slowly nestled himself between your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses along the inside of each one. He teased you for a few more minutes, grazing your skin with his soft lips and his warm breath drifting over your cunt.

It wasn't long before he made direct contact with your clit, his tongue flickering over it and sending waves of desire through you. He tenderly latched onto your sensitive bundle of nerves, gently suckling as you let out a few oohs and aahs.

His tongue worked tirelessly, manipulating your delicate folds and trying to elicit as many sounds from you as he could. "Such a good boy. Mommy's so proud of how well you eat pussy," you quietly praised him, running your fingers through his hair.

He hummed against your clit, delivering ripples of pleasure through you as he delighted in your sweet words. "You sure you've never done this before?" You wondered aloud, impressed by the fact that he matched the exact technique and pressure you liked without needing any direction.

He glanced up at you for half a second, shook his head, and diverted his eyes again, growing shy from having you watch him. His cheeks grew red, and his palms started to sweat, but his tongue never faltered.

Matt wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, but he'd been dreaming of burying his head between your legs from the moment he met you, and his enthusiasm about doing it was enough to have you humping his face.

"Look at me, pretty boy," you whispered, tugging on his locks of brown, and Matt's blue eyes obediently met yours as he whimpered against your sweet spot once more. "That's it. Lick it faster," you directed him, lifting your hips and grinding against Matt's skillful tongue he eagerly explored you.

With your free hand, you gripped the sheets beneath you as his perfect lips alternated between kissing and sucking on your clit. "It's hard for you to think about May when my pussy's in your mouth, isn't it?" You cooed, pushing Matt's head down until his tongue was penetrating your cunt. "Mhmm," Matt moaned and nodded while he pleased you.

Matt's hard cock starting aching while you spoke to him, and he started rutting his erection into the mattress beneath him to chase away the pressure that was building. "Good boy. The only thing you're going to think about for the rest of the day is being between my thighs. Got it?" You cooed.

"Yes, mommy," he murmured against your heat. You threw your head back and let your eyes fall shut while you relished in the velvety sensation of Matt's lips. You felt the knot in your stomach forming, threatening to snap any moment. "You're making mommy so close," you squealed, smiling and biting down on your lip.

"Who's a good boy?" You sweetly asked Matt as you peered back down at his glazed over eyes and pussydrunk expression. You felt yourself starting to relinquish control to the incredible release that started to wash over you. Your legs started to shake and close down around Matt's ears as you gripped his hair a bit more tightly with one hand and the blanket beneath you in the other.

He continued grinding against the bedding, coming undone with you as you were rolling your hips forward, riding your orgasm out to the very end. "Oh, Matthew," you whined, finishing all over his tongue while Matt finished in his jeans, delightfully moaning against your clit.

You let out a final sigh, leaning back onto Matt's pillow while you recovered from the intense feeling, but you held Matt in place with your thighs wrapped around his head. "You're my boyfriend now. And I don't want you talking to May unless it's to tell her how good I taste or how hard you cum when I ride you. Got it?" You glared down at him.

"That seems unfair. It was a three-year long rela-" Matt started to say, but you cut him off. "Matthew, what did I say?" You asked in a stern voice, tightening your grip around his head with your strong thighs. "Yes, mommy," he obediently responded. "That's what I thought you said," you told him, loosening the headlock you held him in.

The corner of his lip turned up into a smirk, secretly loving the idea of you getting possessive over him like that. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but are you.. jealous?" Matt wondered, standing to his feet and wiping your arousal from his chin with the back of his hand.

"I don't get jealous," you lied, rolling your eyes. "Sure, you don't. You don't get jealous, and I don't cum in my pants just from eating you out," Matt teased, peering down at the wet spot on the front of his jeans.

"Shut the fuck up," you playfully smiled at him. "It's a shame May never got to see you like this, hmm? See how easy you are to please?" You taunted him. He chuckled, picking your clothes up off the floor and tossing them onto the bed beside you.

"Even if we had ever done anything sexual, I don't think she could have ever made me cum that fast," Matt admitted, unbuttoning his pants to change out of them. You grinned in satisfaction at Matt's admission. "Good."

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sub matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo smut #matthew bernard sturniolo #ᴀʀɪᴇꜱ' ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ .ᐟ ✮⋆˙#ᴍᴇ & ᴜ .ᐟ ✮⋆˙#ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ .ᐟ ✮⋆˙

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sugarcoatedheartt · 3 months ago

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luxurious

“ champagne kisses, hold me in your lap of luxury ”

parrings: rich!heeseung x fem!reader

synopsis: in which the intimidatingly rich heeseung is absolutely and undeniably down bad for his sweet little girlfriend

genre: romance, fluff, drabble/headcannon

warnings; vulgar language, suggestive (more towards the end), lowkey kinda subby heeseung

bella/sugars notes: first little writing thing idk💔anyways do we fw the layout??

not proofread!

rich!heeseung who doesnt even care if youre using him or not. hes literally just so down bad that he only cares to have the ability to be close to you and spoil the shit out of you. as long as youre by his side he doesnt care, he’ll be right at your feet. he might not admit it to your face, but the feeling of swiping his card for you really turns him on. the larger the price, the better.

you were at a grand mall with him, one of those ones where it seems you have to be wealthy enough to even look in the direction of (his idea), when you were glancing at a painfully pricey but gorgeous dress for a second too long. being attentive as he is, he notices and leans closer down to your level and says; “you should get it, itll look beautiful on you”. you hum, looking at the price tag and slightly wince at the sight of the four digit number. “yeah, but i dont need it, and i dont want to waste your money on unnecessary things.” he finds it so endearing how youre still worrying about money after all this time. “but you want it, no? dont worry princess, this wont even make a dent in my bank account. go try it on pretty girl.” he replies, gently patting the small of your back before calling over a worker to help you out, not giving you the chance to say anything else.

rich!heeseung who worships the ground you walk on. you ask for anything and he hands it to you on a diamond platter. initially, when you first started dating you were hesitant to ask him for things or favours in fear of him getting the wrong idea about using him, but he insisted so much with those pretty doe eyes in which you only get to see, you couldnt even say no.

youre about to leave to go on a nice date with heeseung at one of those stupidly expensive and fancy restaurants he booked. when you go to put on your pretty heels, he stops dead in his tracks and says; “dont move a muscle.” youre obviously confused but comply before he walks over to you in all his glory and gets down on his knees, picks up a heel and takes your foot with the utmost care and ever so gently slides the shoe onto your foot before taking the other and sliding it on with same amount of gentleness. he gave the top of your soft, exposed foot a feather-light kiss before he looks up at you from the ground like the happiest man alive, and goodness did he feel like it.

rich!heeseung who loovvess calling you adorable pet names. he basks in the way a rosy blush spreads across your soft cheeks as your eyes subtly sparkle when he calls you something sweet. on his part, he just feels so fortunate that he can even be acknowledged by you. he loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, and it sends electric shots through his body when you call him something endearing.

“here’s a small snack angel, i picked out your favourite fruits and biscuits” he says softly as he makes his way towards the couch youre sitting on, plate in hand. he always makes your food for you because he doesnt believe his personal chefs can make it perfect enough for someone as perfect as you. he puts his heart and soul into your meals, even if its small snacks like this. “aww, thank you sweetheart!” you exclaim with a bright smile on your face after tearing your gaze away from the tv, reaching out for the plate. he swears he almost died on the spot by how the butterflies were violently banging against his ribs.

rich!heeseung who cant stand being away from you. he can also only fall asleep in your arms. at first he was able to go off on sleep calling, but it soon got so bad to the point that he has to take you on business trips with him. he just needs to physical contact with you to fall asleep. the way your arms wrap around him, fingers gently threading through his dark locks as he nuzzles into your neck, wanting to be impossibly closer. he loves the way your sweet sugary scent envelopes him and lulls him to sleep.

a smile grows on his face as he finally sees you walking through your shared bedroom door after an eternity (it was 10 minutes), all fresh and finished with your skincare. he scooches over on the bed to make room for you and pulls back the covers to silently invite you in. upon getting into bed, he immediately wraps his arms around your waist and tangling his limbs with yours as his nose nuzzles into your bare neck, smiling against it and taking in the intoxicating scent of your hairwash. you wrap an arm around him in return, using the other to gently scratch your nails against his scalp through his hair, sending shivers down his spine and earning a satisfied hum from him. “goodnight, darling” he says, already half asleep. “sleep well, seungie” you reply, pressing a sweet kiss on his temple. his heart rate speeds up at the sensation.

rich!heeseung who cant help but be all soft and mushy with you. people go as far to say hes a completely different person with you. they know him as sharp and intimidating, but when he’s interacting with you, all they see is a lovesick puppy, gazing at you longingly with hearts in his eyes as you speak.

heeseung is in his office, talking to a freshly hired servant, a stern expression on his face before you walk through the door of his office. upon noticing you’re interrupting something seemingly important, you say “oh! im sorry, i didnt notice there was a meeting going on in here.” you were about to leave them be and close the door before he intervenes, “it’s okay angel! come over here actually, i should introduce you.” the new employee is startled by how fast he just switched up. one second heeseung was firm and scary, the next he was all soft, as if speaking too harsh or moving too fast will shatter you. he doesnt take his eyes off of you as you walk over to his desk, making your way next to him. as he looks back at the servant, his expression turns cold and his voice is once again sharp. “this is my girlfriend, Y/N. whatever she says goes. you touch her, youre dead.” he states, a hand sitting protectively around your waist. heeseung looks back up at you from where he’s sitting on his chair, his features warming up instantly and his eye’s brightening. “yeah, princess?” he says, looking for your validation. you nod, giving the servant a look close to apologetic. its safe to say the new servant is scared shitless.

rich!heeseung who gets super desperate for you while kissing or making out. the feeling of your soft lips moving against his makes him weak in the knees and powerless. he’s completely at your mercy, hands firmly on your waist, almost shaking due to the sensations.

you tug at his hair, guiding his head to where you want him to be as he whines into your mouth, not caring for whoever’s listening. he kisses you so desperately and needy that you cant help but want to give him more, so when you graze your tongue over his bottom lip, he immediately obeys, opening his mouth, allowing you to slip it inside. after a moment, you pull back slightly to catch your breath, lightly panting as you relish at the sight of him, all sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, flushed face, hazy eyes. “please,” he begins, “please dont stop, not now. please keep kissing me, i’ll get you whatever you want, i— i’ll do whatever you want!” he begs, almost at the verge of tears, assuming youre just gonna leave him hanging like that. you smirk at him before leaning back in, practically shoving your tongue down his throat. he whimpers at the feeling of your tongues clashing together and your fingers pulling at his dark locks. he might even do it in his pants right there, without being touched.

“ i only wanna fly first class desires, youre my limousine ”

#enhypen #enha #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha fluff #heeseung #fluff #enhypen fluff #lee heesung x reader #heesung enhypen #jay park #jake sim #sunghoon #kim sunoo #jungwon #nishimura riki

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kissbyoon · 3 months ago

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⠀𖼥ৎ⠀“cherish forever” ₍ y.jh ₎

───── ABOUT when your husband is too busy with work during a holiday, you take matters into your own hands.

⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: tooth-rotting fluff, humour, married au ⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: husband!jeonghan x f!reader ⋆ 𝒄𝒘: skinship, kissing, petnames, reader is wearing a long skirt ⋆ 𝒘𝒄: 1.0k

A/N: guys this is actually what I saw in my dream... This is like a modified version bcz dreams are never this perfect💔 SOBS SOBS | @hanniescookie

Having a CEO as your husband is head aching.

You get it—he is a busy person and needs to work so he can be the pillar of his company. But, not during vacations.

Today was supposed to be a long-awaited holiday with your husband, Jeonghan. But, he is all focused on his phone screen—furrowing his eyebrows as he scrolled and scrolled.

“Hannie,” you mumble in a whiny tone, and Jeonghan squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“I'm almost done, baby, trust me.”

You click your tongue, letting out a deep sigh. The night sky was beautiful to look at, and you had been staring at it and clicking pictures to pass the time. But this was your last straw.

He had been saying that for the past 30 minutes. While you did understand that he has work to do, it's unfair that he has to do it during a holiday.

While he continued doing something on his phone, you realised you've had enough. If you knew Jeonghan was gonna stick to his phone the entire day, you wouldn't have come here in a park with him.

And your brain clicked with an idea.

“Hannie, I'm gonna go buy something to eat.” You say, glancing at him as he looked at you and nodded with a smile.

“I'll come with you,” he offered, tightening his grip on your hand. You looked down, thinking about how you can possibly get him to stop holding your hand. Without thinking twice, you slowly removed your hand out of his grip and slid in your purse instead—surprised from the way Jeonghan didn't even notice anything as his eyes stayed glued to his phone.

“Let's go,” you say, waiting for him to start walking. You try your best not to burst into laughter as he hums in response and actually starts to walk ahead, his eyes still on his phone.

Eventually, he disappeared into the crowd and you finally burst out laughing. However, you did get a bit worried about how he would make his way back, but he is an adult and has a brain.

Soon, you started to head towards the little candy store nearby from where you could peek at Jeonghan. Tapping your fingers against the fabric of your long skirt, you crank your head to see whether or not he finally realised that you were missing. Just when you looked at him, he started to look around with a dumbfounded look like a lost puppy, occasionally glancing down at the purse in his hands.

Covering your mouth, you let out a giggle at the sight of an adorably confused Jeonghan—a rare sight, you might want to add. Soon, he tapped his finger against the screen of his phone in a hasty manner, and you got a call. It was him.

Letting out a sigh, you decide that you had pranked him enough and answer it, immediately letting out a giggle when you were met with an overly panicked Jeonghan.

“Baby, where are you!” He sounded so lost, the pout in his voice audible through the phone. Your eyes stayed glued to him as he started to make his way out of the crowd.

“Take a guess, hannie,” you teased. That's when he realised—it was a prank and he indeed did not lose you in the crowd. He let out a defeated grumble, soon followed by a relieved chuckle.

“Don't bully me like this,” he whined, his eyes looking everywhere in search of you.

“Says the one who was ignoring his wife just a few minutes ago,” you double down, earning a soft chuckle from your husband.

“I wasn't ignoring you, love, don't say that,”

“Whatever you did, I didn't like it, Mr. Yoon.” You say with a suppressed chuckle.

“Your husband is sorry. Really, really, reallyyyy sorry!” he dramatically stretched out, the pout on his lips growing. And that's when you felt bad.

How can you let such an adorable man—or should you say, your adorable man—be pranked like this?

You let out a giggle, staring at him from a distance with heart eyes. “Look to your right, hannie,” you say, and when he does, his eyes widen as his lips stretch out into a lovely grin.

He hung up the call and ran towards you immediately. “Babyyy~!” He called out, faking his pout.

Your face brightened with a smile as he threw himself into your arms, his arms wrapping your torso gently but tightly as if you would leave him again.

“You're so so soo mean,” Jeonghan huffed, burying his face in your neck and planting a soft kiss there.

“Calm down, love, my prank didn't even last for like twelve minutes!” You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“And those twelve minutes felt like jail,” he said, his tone lowering to much softer and genuine one now. “Don't ever do that, I genuinely got scared…” he pulled back, staring at you with a pout.

“Awh, look at you, so down bad for me.” You tease in an attempt to lighten the mood, causing him to break into a smile. He pulled you in for another hug, his body vibrating against yours from his giggles.

“What’s wrong with my ultimate master of teasing? Not biting back?” You plant a kiss to his jaw lovingly, laughing heartily.

“You've seriously taken all my power away,” he sighed, but it was more in amusement.

“Someone's gotta do scientific research on how I did that.” You giggle, gently ruffling his hair with a smile.

“There's no need for one,” he slowly pulled back again, pecking your lips in a quick manner. “I'm just hopelessly in love with you, that's all.”

And that made you giddy and a blushing mess. Even though he should be the one right now.

“Awh~,” Jeonghan cooed, tilting his head, trying to get a better look of your shy face so he could tease you about this later.

For now, he just wants to laugh along with you while he holds you in his arms. Surely, he loves when you become a blushing mess because of him—which was often, but he treasures every moment.

He knows and is determined—he is going to make up for the lost quality time with you while he was busy with office work. Thanks to your prank, he finally came back to his senses and realised that the love of his life is right here with him. The one he prayed to get a single holiday with after his hectic schedules and meetings became a headache.

The one he wants to be with and cherish forever.

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vampireimiko · 4 months ago

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Adam Warlock Relationship Headcanons !!

warnings, none!!

note, AYEE I LOVE ME SOME ADAM

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Adam is incredibly in tune with his emotions. However, when he meets you first, he’s confused about why he feels so drawn to you.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He doesn’t understand flirting, but he’s unintentionally charming because of his sincerity. When he says something like, "I find your presence… pleasing. It makes my chest feel… warm."—he means it COMPLETELY seriously.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He even took the time to ask Quill of all people to help regulate how he felt about you. Turns out that was a complete disaster for him 💀 Peter teased him relentlessly, telling Adam that he was in fact in love with you. Adam managed to grumble out a, "Thanks." before leaving a laughing Quill behind.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Once he realizes he likes you, he’s all in. He plays no games! He simply looks at you one day and says, "I have determined that I care for you deeply. Will you allow me to court you?" And after that the rest is history 😼

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Adam is very protective of you, although he knows your a formidable fighter he can't stop himself from worrying about you from time to time.

If you’re hurt, even a small scrape, Adam panics. He cradles your hand like it’s the most delicate thing in the universe and dramatically vows, "I will not allow harm to come to you again."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He is so unintentionally clingy!! He’s always standing way too close, leaning in when you talk, or absentmindedly touching your arm. But you don't mind it one bit. It's nice having a personal sun near you at all times.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° When he kisses you, it’s soft but incredibly focused, like he’s trying to memorize every second of it. If you tease him or make him flustered, he does not know how to handle it. The poor man will just short circuit entirely.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He is so blunt most of the time and he honestly cannot help it😭 If you ask him how you look, expect something like, "You always appear visually pleasing to me. That has not changed." He means well, he swears!!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° If he ever sees someone flirting with you? Oh, he does not get jealous in the conventional way. Instead, he’ll just stare at them, step directly in front of you, and say in the most serious tone, "Your advances are unnecessary. They are already spoken for."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He does not understand sarcasm. At all. If you say something like, "Oh sure, Adam, let’s totally fight a hundred enemies by ourselves, what a great idea," he’ll just nod seriously and say, "I agree. Though, statistically, our chances of survival are low." That just makes you facepalm and hug the man.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° All in all you love the man and wouldn't change anything about him <33

additional note ! NETTEASE BUFF ADAM PLEASE 💔

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

#spirits works 🤍#x reader #marvel x reader #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock #marvel rivals x reader #marvel rivals #fem!reader #male!reader #gn!reader #black!reader

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potatoplace · 7 months ago

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I Hate It Here

ACOTAR x Archeron!Reader

The Afterthought: Chapter 2 | series masterlist

part one | part three | ACOTAR x reader masterlist

Story Summary: You are brought back to Velaris against your will, and forced to stay in the city by your supposed family. You slip into old memories and imaginings of the life you could be living whenever able, terrified of your new situation.

Warnings: suicidal ideation, slight disordered eating, toxic family, shitty Inner Circle, mentions of slut-shaming uhhh I don't think there's anything else

Words: 6.7k

Author's Note: it's heeere I'm so excited for this part! I hope you guys all like it, I know I made a few... choice decisions in certain places lol. Poor girly with the bathtub 😫 but the ending in this part is not near as sad as it was going to be. Hope you like iiiit 🫶

18+ only pls

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You weren't sure how long you had been walking, hardly registering where you were going when he appeared in front of you.

Azriel.

You shook your head at him. You wouldn't consent to going anywhere with him.

Feyre would be the next to accuse you of being a whore if you did...

"Come with me, Y/N. You're going to freeze to death out here," Azriel said quietly, extending a hand to you.

"No. I don't belong there."

He let out a long sigh. "You belong with your sisters. Just come with me. Feyre is worried."

"Feyre is..." You scoffed. "Feyre is worried? Was she worried when I didn't show up for dinner that everyone was at? Or only when I was no longer in that city? Because from where I'm standing, no one in that city has cared for me in months. So no, I don't belong with my sisters. I belong with humans. Now let. Me. Leave," you hissed at him, legs already moving to walk past him and continue your journey.

"You'll die tonight, if you don't come back," Azriel informed you, as though you hadn't already realized that.

"And the world would be just the same without me in it."

Another long, heavy sigh from behind you- then arms were wrapped around your middle, holding you tight as you fought against him with all of your pathetic, human strength. You managed to rip a nail through his wing, causing him to hiss in pain and drop you. Before you could make your way to your feet, he had you in his arms again, this time carrying you through the swirling void of night that accompanied him at all times.

A moment later you were back in that house, in the middle of the living room where the rest of the inner circle was sitting, all eyes on you.

Azriel's arms dropped from your waist in an instant, the warmth of his body leaving your side as he took his place, leaning against the wall next to the fireplace.

"What were you thinking?" Feyre asked angrily as she stood from her spot on a couch next to Rhys. "Do you have any idea of what could have happened to you tonight?"

"Do I-" you shook your head. "Of course I know what could have happened to me, I'm just a human. Any single person in Prythian could kill me if they wanted to."

"So why did you leave?" Rhys asked quietly, in a tone that you knew meant danger.

You turned your eyes back to Feyre, doing your best to ignore her mate who still terrified you. "Do you remember what day it is, High Lady?"

Feyre looked confused for a moment, before understanding filled her eyes. "Oh, Y/N... I... I forgot. We were celebrating finally getting the Illyrians to let females train whenever they want," she explained, but you weren't buying it.

"Oh, well that's fine. You forget the day that I spent over a week preparing for, the entire day cooking for, all to celebrate something that just happened. Did you once think to find me? To invite me to this celebration?" Feyre's silence was enough of an answer for you. "I don't belong here. You should have left me in the human lands, thinking you all died. I would have been happier that way. Nesta and Elain hate me, I cannot speak to Lucien or Cassian out of fear that their mates will kill me, the rest of you ignore me unless I've done something wrong. I do not belong here," you hissed, doing your best to throw all of your hurt and rage into your words.

"You do belong here, Y/N," Feyre said tearily. "You're our sister."

You stared down at her coldly. "Am I? From where I'm standing I am just a weakness for you that you keep close so you won't be hurt. I haven't felt like your sister since I arrived."

"That's not tr-" Feyre started, but you cut her off.

"Take me back."

"What?" Nesta asked sharply from behind you, and you could feel her anger rising, the hairs on your arms standing up.

"Take me back to the human lands. I would rather live alone in poverty than spend one more day living in this place."

"You will not," Nesta snarled, a hand clawing at your shoulder. "You would die within a week with the wall down."

"I managed just fine on my own for three months before Feyre came to get me."

"Nesta is right, Y/N," Rhys said, drawing your eyes back to him. "You will not leave Velaris. Anywhere else is too dangerous for you to be, with your connection to us."

Rage flooded your system like it never had before at the thought of being kept here until you die. "I will not be kept like some prisoner in this city. I refuse."

"You have no choice," Feyre said softly, the final nail in the coffin.

"Then kill me," you said, fully hoping that they would. "Kill me and put me out of my misery, if I am not able to leave this horrible place. I do not belong here, and I do not want to belong here anymore."

Tears were pouring down Feyre's face at your confession, the last sight you saw before you slipped into darkness.

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When you woke, your body was warm, resting underneath blankets on a comfortable bed.

You could almost imagine that you were back in that hut, surrounded by your sisters as you huddled for warmth.

But it was wrong... your face was too warm, no longer chilled by the slight breeze that rattled through the house in winter, and there was no soft, quiet breathing from your sisters sleeping.

You opened your eyes, met with the familiar pale blue ceiling of your bedroom. You would guess it was the early morning, with how dark it was.

What happened...?

It was difficult, getting your brain to remember how you ended up in your bed... After all, you had hardly slept in it ever since Elain had snapped at you so many months ago, the idea of another door keeping you safe too comforting to not indulge in.

But once you remembered... ice cold terror flooded your body.

You had been in the middle of yelling at Feyre- at all of them. And suddenly now you were in your bed?

Rhysand had used his powers on you.

And you were helpless to stop it.

You turned onto your side and curled into yourself for a moment, hoping that making yourself smaller would be enough to loosen the fear gripping your heart. After a minute, you gave up, standing from your bed and pulling a thick blanket and soft pillow with you into the bathroom, making your safe little nest in the bathtub.

The blanket and pillow you had used last were still there, adding extra cushion and much needed warmth to the metal tub.

So you curled up, a pillow at your back and your knees pulled to your chest as you huddled under one blanket and pulled the edges of the bottom one up, cocooning yourself in soft cotton.

Sleep found you easily, your body and mind exhausted still from the disappointment and realizations of last night.

Your dreams were filled by half memories, half imaginings of being back in that little run down cottage, your sisters and father around you as you huddled in front of the fire, drinking hot water from chipped mugs.

"Y/N?" Feyre's voice asked, waking you from your sleep. You raised your head for a moment, considering answering her. But your recent interactions with her had you placing your head back on its pillow, tucking your knees further against your chest, ignoring the way your body had started to ache. She knocked on the bathroom door once, twice. "Just... come out when you're ready, Y/N. There's breakfast downstairs if you'd like." Feyre sighed, loud enough for even your ears to hear, but walked away, leaving you in blissful silence.

You let yourself drift off again, conjuring images of you curled up in front of the fire, your head in your father's lap just how he'd let you when you were a child.

The next time you woke, your bladder forced you awake, and by the time you had relieved yourself the muscles in your body were screaming for some kind of movement. You walked around your room for a few minutes and stretched your body, sighing as some of the tension left it.

All too soon, your stomach was growling at you, angry with you for having ignored it for... however long you had been asleep.

Sighing, you moved back to the bathroom and disassembled your makeshift bed, replacing the fabrics where they initially belonged so that you could bathe before going downstairs.

The last thing you wanted was for Nesta and Elain to make snide comments at you.

You tied your hair up in a bun- you didn't feel like going through the effort of washing it at the moment. After drawing the bath, tendrils of steam coming from the water, you stripped yourself of the pink dress you had worn for Bounty Day and slipped into the water. Your muscles eased quickly, the heat of the bath drawing out the stress they carried.

You nearly fell asleep again, and if not for the gnawing of your stomach you would have let yourself, as the tub had an enchantment to keep the water warm until emptied. But you forced yourself to wash, using a soft cloth and a lovely lavender and orange soap bar that you had picked out a few months ago while shopping for Nesta's birthday.

Once you deemed yourself clean enough, you stood from the bath, nearly slipping as you stepped out. A disappointed sigh left your lips and you shook your head at your foolish, human clumsiness.

You dried off quickly and padded back into your bedroom. You slipped on a simple white cotton dress, and a pale pink dressing robe over the top. After putting on your slippers, you stood in front of the door, steeling yourself for whatever you would face outside of your room. A deep breath in, then out, and you opened the door, stepping into the hallway.

The walk to the kitchen was quick, and it was blissfully empty when you entered. You set about making a pot of tea for yourself, bringing water to a boil in a kettle on the stove. While it was heating up, you grabbed one of the trays used for when someone wanted breakfast in bed and placed a teapot and cup on it, as well as a bowl.

You looked around the kitchen, scrunching your face at the options available. Your eyes caught on the windows looking out to the garden, noting the stars in the sky.

Just how long had you slept for...?

Shaking your head, you turned back to the bowl of fruit sitting on the counter. Your hands reached for an apple almost big enough in size that you couldn't grasp it.

You grabbed a small cutting board from a cabinet and a knife out of the block, then washed the apple before setting it on the board. The kettle was just starting to whistle, and you removed it from the heat before it could wake anyone sleeping upstairs. After you measured out a small amount of tea leaves into the teapot's helpful strainer, you poured enough water in to make at least three cups of tea. You were making a soothing lavender and chamomile blend, one that never failed to send you to a dreamless sleep after having a few cups.

Leaving it to steep, you returned to the cutting board, carefully cutting the apple into small slices. Once it was cut, you placed the slices into the bowl on your tray, then washed the cutting board and knife, leaving them in the drying rack.

You removed the strainer from the teapot after deeming it to be strong enough, and emptied the leaves into the trash before washing it as well.

All that was left was to carry your bounty upstairs, without waking a soul.

Tray in your arms, you made your way back up the stairs and into your bedroom, letting out a small sigh of relief once you had closed the door behind you. The tray was placed on your desk, and you took your seat.

The first pour of tea was always your favorite, as it was always at the perfect temperature. You brought the steaming cup of tea to your lips, closing your eyes as you took the first soothing sip, letting the warmth of it wash over you.

The apple was delicious, crisp and sweet and tasting of autumn. You made sure to savor the taste- you weren't sure when you would next venture out of your room, seeing as you were still terrified to see any who would be in the River House.

Even your sisters... Though Feyre was the main change, you supposed, seeing as she had let her mate use his powers on you, when she had promised that neither she or Rhys would ever do so.

Your second cup of tea was still warm and soothing as you finished off the apple, but when you got to the third and final cup, it was only lukewarm.

A problem that any of your sisters would surely be able to solve...

By the time you finished your tea, you were tired enough to fall back sleep, but first you forced yourself to return to the kitchen, feet stepping carefully on your journey to stay undiscovered. You washed your dishes quickly and returned the tray to its rightful place, then made your way back upstairs.

Your door was shut behind you, another successful mission in avoiding those you once considered family.

The bathtub had dried, and you brought your blankets and pillows back in with you, reassembling your makeshift bed once again. Your crawled between the blankets, content to stay between them forever as warmth cocooned you. Your mind drifted, once again conjuring scenes of you living with father once more, tending to your little herb garden and cooking to your hearts content.

Two weeks- or perhaps more- passed in the same manner, with Feyre knocking on your bathroom door every morning or so and waking you from your slumber. In the nights you would crawl from your blankets and return to the kitchen for a pot of tea and whatever fruit or vegetables were available and easy enough to eat without cooking.

Your stomach had protested loudly for the first week before settling back into the cold, quiet hunger that your body had adapted to for most of its life.

One morning, your solitude was broken by Morrigan pounding on your bedroom door, jolting you from your sleep and driving fear into your heart.

"Come to the door, Y/N, or I won't leave!" She yelled from behind the wood, persistent knocks following her words.

You sighed and turned your head back into your pillow, determined to ignore her.

"I brought you tea! Please just come to the door, Y/N? You can tell me to leave and take the tea, even," the fae offered, and your stomach rumbled in response.

Tea... wouldn't be bad, you thought to yourself.

But you hadn't bathed...

Morrigan's knocking only grew louder as you debated with yourself, fear and hunger warring in your mind.

"Y/N!"

You grumbled to yourself as you rose from your spot, shouting "I'll be right there!" when her knocking somehow continued to increase in volume. You opened the bathroom door and headed to your wardrobe, tugging a dressing gown over your nightgown.

Turning the door's handle was difficult, fear of the unknown still lingering in your gut, but the blonde on the other side of the door was in fact holding a tray of tea when you finally managed to open the door.

"Good morning!" Morrigan chirped, a bright smile on her face as she met your eyes. Her warm chocolate eyes seemed genuine, allowing some of the tension in your body to leave as you looked at the tray.

A pot of tea, two cups, and a plate of diced fruit, cheeses, and smoked meats.

She obviously wanted to join you... And she had been kind enough to bring you not only tea but food as well. That made up your mind.

"Would you like to come in?" You asked quietly, stepping aside to let her into your bedroom.

"I would love to, thank you Y/N." Morrigan breezed in and placed the tray on top of your bed before taking a seat on one side, feet pulled up so she was sitting with her legs folded in front of her.

You shut the door and followed her, taking a seat on the opposite side while she poured tea into a cup. She handed one to you first, warmth instantly flowing into your fingers, before pouring her own.

You took a small sip, closing your eyes at the bright taste of mint and ginger. "I... Thank you, Morrigan."

"Oh, call me Mor, Y/N. And it was really no trouble, I've..." She paused. "I've wanted to talk to you, check in on you after everything that happened. I know that we haven't talked much, since you came to Velaris, but I would like to change that. I know what it is like to feel so out of place that you can barely fathom living... I know how difficult it can be, when you don't have the support you need," Mor confessed. "I do wish I had noticed how uncomfortable you felt, before you had to tell us so bluntly."

Tears pricked your eyes as she talked. You wished it had been the same, as well.

"It isn't your fault, Mor..." you sighed. "You don't have the same... Not responsibility to me, but the past connection. And it is not as though you were the one to bring me here."

Mor gave you a sad smile, her eyes understanding. "I know, but you are a part of this family, and you are supposed to feel like you are as well."

You nodded your head in agreement, though you didn't quite agree. You felt... You felt as though your family had been lost to you, long before you came to Velaris.

The two of you sipped on your tea in a comfortable silence for a while, your eyes darting down to the small spread of food frequently, until your stomach made its discomfort known. Loudly.

Instead of Mor reprimanding you for it, or telling you to eat, she simply began eating herself- something you were grateful for. You followed her lead, slowly eating a few pieces of what she had brought up. Between the food and the several cups of tea, your stomach felt pleasantly warm and full, more than it had been in a long while.

"I have an idea, if you're up for it," Mor offered once the two of you had finished both the tea and food, her brown eyes looking at you hopefully.

"What did you have in mind?" You asked, mind already wandering to what she might ask you. Maybe a favor for Feyre, to get you to talk with her?

"I have a little skincare routine that I do every morning, and even though your skin is absolutely gorgeous as is, I thought that maybe you would like to join me? It's one of the few things that helps me feel a bit better when I'm having a rough day."

You blinked at her for a moment, the idea of her wanting to spend more time with you not having crossed your mind.

"I... I'm not sure that I would be any good at it..."

"Oh, nonsense! It's pretty simple, and I'll help you out with it. And if you hate it, we can stop at any point. Please?" She asked with so much sincerity that you nodded in agreement. The smile on her face when you did made you feel nice, and like she wasn't being forced into spending time with you.

"Yay!" Mor cheered. "I'll be back with everything in a few minutes. Do you want me to bring another pot of tea as well?" Mor asked, a sparkle in her eyes.

"If it's not any trouble for you, please," you replied, eyes tracking her as she stood from your bed and brought the tray back into her arms.

"Of course it isn't, Y/N. I'll be back in a little bit, okay?"

You nodded, and stood from the bed to open the door for her, shutting it softly behind her.

So far... This morning was nice. Mor is nice.

She returned in a few minutes, a fresh pot of tea and her supplies on the tray.

Over the next hour, she helped you cleanse and moisturize your skin, doing the same herself. You felt silly at first wearing the clay mask that she had spread over your face, but seeing Mor in it as well made you feel giggly, the two of you laying on your bed and talking about clothes. She made you promise to let her take you shopping once you felt ready to leave the house again, and you had her promise to teach you to do your makeup- though in softer colors than the bold reds and black that she preferred.

You drank most of the second pot of tea, happily consuming it, and along with the pleasant company of Mor, you were feeling warmer and more alive than you had since Bounty Day.

"So... Do you feel a little better?" Mor asked after you had both rinsed your faces and applied one last layer of moisturizer, this one smelling of strawberries.

You thought about it for a moment- you felt lighter than you had in months. "I do. Thank you again, Mor. This was really nice," you said, a small smile on your lips as you looked at her.

"Good, I'm glad. If you want to do it again, say... Tomorrow, just let me know," Mor said with a bright grin on her face.

"I... I'd like that very much, Mor," you said sheepishly, still in slight disbelief that she wanted to spend time with you.

"I'll stop by at the same time tomorrow, then." Mor gathered her things and left your room, leaving you in silence once more.

As much as you had enjoyed her company, you felt... tired, now. You glanced out the window, noting that snow was falling on an already thick layer coating the ground and buildings below.

You hadn't known it had snown at all recently.

With a shake of your head, you brushed that thought off and returned to the bathroom, your blankets-

Oh gods, you thought to yourself. Did Mor notice?

You were slightly ashamed that you felt unsafe enough to sleep in the perfectly comfortable bed you had been given, but... You couldn't bring yourself to care enough to move back into the bedroom to sleep. Instead, you burrowed yourself into your blankets once again, telling yourself that someday you would sleep in the bed again.

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Your time with Mor the next morning became a daily occurrence for the next week, and a way for you to better tell the passing of time.

Feyre had stopped coming to your bathroom door every morning, replaced instead by the blonde that you were getting closer to considering a real friend.

One morning, you woke early enough to take a bath before Mor showed up at your door. You had just finished dressing when you heard arguing outside of your door.

"I will not ask her for you, Feyre. You can go in there and ask her yourself, but I am not going to use my friendship with her for your benefit. Once you work up the balls, come back. She might talk to you then," Mor said angrily to your sister.

That shocked you.

"I'm not trying to use-" Feyre paused. "Fine, I will come back later."

"Good. Now go away, I don't want you to scare her."

A few seconds later, Mor knocked on your door. You opened it, and found her carrying the usual- a pot of tea, plate of food, and plenty of her skincare products.

Besides her argument with Feyre, your morning together went as usual, and you had nearly forgotten about the incident until Mor was about to leave.

A knock on the door had both Mor's and your heads snapping to it.

Mor sighed. "I should be going, then, Y/N. Just... Hear her out, for a moment at least?"

Your scrunched your nose up but nodded. "Thank you, Mor. Will I see you tomorrow?"

Mor's head bobbed as she picked up her things. "Yes, but the next few days I'll be staying in the Hewn City, they tend to get a little more problematic the closer we come to Starfall," Mor explained.

Your heart sank a little bit, but you smiled at her anyways. "I hope it goes well. I know you don't enjoy being there much." You almost wished you could go with her, to be out of this city for a little while.

"Thank you, Y/N," Mor said with an appreciative smile. "Would you get the door?"

"Of course." You did so, opening it to see a nervous looking Feyre. Mor passed by her and headed down the hallway. "Would..." You hesitated. "Would you like to come in?"

Feyre smiled at you, one filled with tension. "I would, thank you." She followed you into your room, closing the door behind her and coming a few feet into the room, leaving at least your height's distance between you. "I wanted to speak with you about something- well, ask you something, more."

"Okay..."

"I- Would you be willing to come to dinner tomorrow night?"

You stared at her in confusion. "Why tomorrow?"

Feyre's brow furrowed at your question. "It's your birthday tomorrow."

Oh.

You had forgotten your own birthday. It didn't surprise you much, with how distant your mind had been recently. Only in the past week had you fully recognized the passage of time, thanks to Mor's visits each morning.

"Oh, uhm... I-" you paused. Dinner would mean... seeing Nesta and Elain and Rhys. "Uhm. Would... Who would be there...?"

"All of the Inner Circle, I think," Feyre replied, a frown on her face when she saw your own. "What's wrong?"

You were silent for a moment, trying to come up with something that wouldn't make you sound as weak as the truth. But nothing came to mind quickly enough, with Feyre still staring at you with her worried blue eyes.

"I'm... I'm afraid of Nesta and Elain... And Rhys," you admitted, looking at the floor.

Feyre sighed. "I'm sorry about what I had him do, Y/N. I really, truly am. You were just so panicked and talking-" Feyre paused to close her eyes, one tear making its way down her cheek. "Hearing you explain how you were feeling, I wanted you to have time to calm down some. I didn't... I didnt know how horribly you feel living here, Y/N."

It was your turn to sigh. "If... If you get Nesta and Elain to behave- or at least not say anything nasty to me- I will come to dinner."

"Really?" Feyre asked, her watery eyes looking into yours. "I was already able to convince Elain to bake a cake for you- your favorite, white chocolate raspberry. And Nuala and Cerridwen were more than happy to make your favorites."

Your heart lifted in your chest. "You really planned a dinner for me?" You asked hopefully, willing them to not be crushed.

"I did, Y/N. It's the least I could do, with everything I haven't been doing."

You nearly reached for her, to pull her into a hug. But-

You were still afraid, still upset at being kept in Velaris.

She would have to earn your trust back.

"Thank you, Feyre. I'll see you tomorrow night."

Feyre nodded at you, a small smile on her face. She turned to leave, but paused before she did, as though she wanted to say something else. Instead, she left your room, shutting the door softly behind her.

Dinner tomorrow...

You sighed. It will be fine. It has to be.

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The next morning, you woke with an awful cramping in your stomach, your body feeling slightly like you had the flu.

One use of the restroom proved that was not so.

Your cycle had come.

On your birthday. Just your luck.

Thankfully you had woken early enough that Mor was likely still sleeping, the sun's rays just barely peeking over the horizon.

You could take a bath. A nice, scalding bath to soothe the aches of your cycle. And you did just that, soaking in the water until the sun had risen.

Still, you felt dirty climbing out of the bath. Every cycle, you felt more and more disgusting with each vile look Nesta and Elain would throw at you.

Nesta and Elain... You would have to see them today.

Tears filled your eyes at the thought of dealing with them later.

At least you would still have your morning with Mor.

You finished dressing just before Mor arrived, tying your dressing gown as she knocked on your door.

"Good morning, Y/N," she said after you let her in, her arms filled with the usual fare. "Do you want a pain potion or anything, sweets?" Mor asked after she set the tray down on your bed.

"No, I'll manage fine," you said, still disappointed that everyone else can scent your cycle.

Mor nodded her head in understanding. "Well, if you change your mind, feel free to come to me for one. I know your cycles aren't quite like mine, but they're painful nonetheless. But for now, Y/N, I'd like to wish you a very happy birthday. Feyre says you're turning twenty?"

You bobbed your head in confirmation as the two of you took your seats on your bed. "Yes, we're just a few days under a year age difference." Mor poured out tea for the both of you, today it was your favorite lavender and chamomile blend. "Do you... Do you know what Feyre has planned for this evening?" You asked nervously.

If you knew what to expect, maybe it wouldn't be as bad.

"Well, there's the dinner, obviously, and I do believe that we all got you a gift- at least I did, and Elain made a delicious looking cake for you! I do think that's all, though, Feyre thought you wouldn't like a huge celebration right now."

"Feyre would be right... I'm nervous enough as it is..."

Mor smiled softly at you. "You know what will help with that?"

"What?"

"Doing our skincare! It'll get your mind off of tonight!"

You shook your head at her. "I should've guessed, Mor," you laughed, but followed her into the bathroom anyways.

And Mor was right, as she usually was.

The two of you dozed off on your bed while you had masks on, only waking up once Mor accidentally kicked you in her sleep.

The two of you were still giggly by the time she left your room, your spirits much higher thanks to the lovely blonde that had become your friend over the past week.

By the time dinner rolled around, you were cramping more than before, and feeling absolutely exhausted from keeping yourself awake all day.

You hadn't realized how tiring just being awake was, even with your mind traveling back to that little cottage for most of the day.

Still, you bathed once more, a quick one this time, and dressed in a modest, dark green dress.

Now the difficult part... Making it downstairs. In the daytime.

Your hand rested on the doorknob longer than you cared to admit, your body warring with your mind, knowing who was waiting downstairs.

You managed to get out of your room, very slowly making your way downstairs as dread filled your stomach.

Surely Feyre could get your sisters to behave for one night, right?

The dining room of the River House was packed when you finally entered, the entire Inner Circle being present along with Nuala and Cerridwen.

Good- two extra friendly faces could never hurt.

"Y/N!" Feyre exclaimed when she spotted you, and she quickly made her way over to you. Her hands clasped yours. "I'm so glad you came down, sissy," Feyre said, using the old nickname she had given you.

"Me too," you replied, only half meaning it.

"Well, dinner is just about ready if you want to take a seat. Mor and I saved a seat between us for you, if you'd like?" You nodded and let her lead you to your chair, which was next to an excitedly bouncing blonde.

"I can't wait to give you your presents, Y/N. I think that mine are the best!" She boasted.

Your nose crinkled as you smiled at her enthusiasm. "I'm sure everyone's presents are nice, Mor."

"Yes, but mine are the best. You'll see after dinner."

"I'm sure I will..." You said quietly, and it was then that you noticed the eyes on you.

All of the eyes on you.

Nesta was looking at you like she wanted to stab you, or perhaps burn you alive with her silver flames. Elain's look had less outright hatred, but hurt all the same.

Still, they said nothing.

Thankfully, Rhys's eyes looked more concerned than angry, as they had been the last time you had seen him.

You turned your eyes to your plate. White porcelain with delicate silver flowers painted onto the rim. Pretty.

"So, what all do you want?" Mor asked a few minutes later, drawing you back into the present.

You looked up and noticed that dinner had been served, all of your favorite dishes that Nuala and Cerridwen had made for you since you met them on the table.

"A little bit of everything...?" You said, unsure if that would be okay. No one stopped Mor from loading up your plate with a whole lot of everything, leaving you with a dauntingly full dish set in front of you.

There was no way you could eat all of that in one go, with the way you had been eating... Or rather, avoiding eating recently. The most consistent meals you had were your small breakfasts with Mor.

You resolved yourself to eat a small amount of each, and see how you feel then. After all, there was still Elain's best cake to have later.

The dinner was more pleasant than any you remembered, though you hardly spoke to anyone. Mor and Feyre seemed to have picked up on how anxious you were, both of them touching your arm or hand to draw you back to the moment when you stared at your plate too long.

But then it was time to retire to the living room, you seated on the couch across from the fireplace that you had avoided for so long now...

Gifts were given, more than you had anticipated.

Feyre, Elain, and Nesta had all gotten you cookbooks. Feyre's was of traditional Night Court recipes, your favorites marked with bookmarks. Elain had gotten you one on desserts of the Solar Courts. And Nesta had gotten you a book of soup recipes.

All of them would be thoughtful... If they had taught you to read.

Still, you smiled when you opened each one and said thank you, though your heart had sank lower at the reminder that they had forgotten your illiteracy, had forgotten that you barely knew your letters, if that.

Amren's present was next, a pretty set of pink opal jewelry. You smiled at the tiny fae, barely managing to meet her eyes. She was still... unsettling, though she had never done anything to you.

Then Rhys presented his, a book of human fables, explaining that Feyre had mentioned how much you had adored them as a child.

That much was true, but... It was the same problem as with the cookbooks. You thanked him but refused to meet his eyes.

Cassian was next, who had gotten you a box of sweets from the chocolate shop you had gone to a few times, all of them ones that you had ordered more than once. It was thoughtful enough, and you knew if he'd gotten a more personal gift, Nesta might have...

You didn't want to think about that.

Azriel was next after Mor told him that she would be presenting her presents last no matter what. He had gotten you a beautiful teapot and set of teacups, all enchanted to keep the tea at the perfect temperature for up to twelve hours. The bottom was a pale pink that faded into white at the top, with delicate irises painted on the sides. It was perfect.

Along with it, he presented you with a large box of different tea samples.

"Whichever ones you enjoy, let me know and I will buy you full sizes of them, alright?" Azriel asked after presenting you with it, and you nodded in agreement. "Thank you, Azriel."

There were at least ten teas you had never tried before, though these were all from a store that you had never been to.

To say you were excited for all of the new flavors would be an understatement.

Mor sighed after seeing his present. "Mine ties for first, I suppose... Here, Y/N," she said, handing over a large box to you.

You opened it, eyes widening at what was inside. It contained a beautiful pink bedding set, all of the fabric so soft to the touch you wanted to bury yourself in it the moment you felt it. There was a second blanket, one that was buttery soft and in a pale purple.

These would be a wonderful addition to your bedding.

"And... Here," Mor said as she gave you a large bag, this one filled to the brim with skincare and makeup products. "I wanted you to be able to keep up the routine, even while I'm gone. And I picked out some shades I thought would look pretty with your skin tone."

"Thank you, Mor." You leaned over to hug your friend who was seated next to you, so happy that she had thought of you so much.

"It's my pleasure, Y/N."

A few moments later, your presents were covered in shadows before disappearing, and you looked to Azriel.

"They're in your room, I thought it would be easier to have them taken up for you," was his answer. You nodded in acknowledgement.

"How about cake now?" Feyre said excitedly, clapping her hands together as she stood. "Elain, come help me?"

Elain started to follow Feyre, but as Feyre passed Cassian he held out a hand to stop her, nose tilted to the air.

"Feyre... Is...?" He took a few more deep sniffs. "Oh mother, are you pregnant?!" He asked, standing up and embracing her before she could confirm or deny.

"Oh, Feyre, congratulations!" Elain exclaimed, the next to hug her.

"Yes, yes, I'm pregnant," Feyre said shyly. "I wasn't planning to-"

"We have to celebrate!" Cassian announced, already pulling Feyre into the kitchen where everyone else followed.

You were excited for your sister, of course you were... But it stung, seeing the first time you had seen everyone in so long become a celebration of Feyre so quickly.

You said a quick congratulations to Feyre, though you weren't sure she heard you over the tenfold increased volume in the kitchen.

Then you made your way upstairs, back to your room, back to your bathtub.

At least you had a new blanket to keep you company, and new tea to have the next time you woke.

So you settled in, snuggling down into your now cozier makeshift bed. There was less fear in your heart, now that the obligation of seeing people was over. But the cramps were ripping through you, causing you to curl in tightly on yourself. Maybe you should have asked Mor for a potion after all...

Until you drifted off, you could hear them celebrating below, another reminder of how out of place you still feel.

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dear-aubade · 6 months ago

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first of all I love your writing style 💔

second: can you make a drabble where Joel comforts reader during her cold or any kind of sickness, maybe even usual stomachache aand then they have soft cute gentle xex, and he whispers praises to her, soothing all of her aches, lyyy

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Awwe thank you for the kind words anon, I’m glad you like my work! Here you go!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You try to hide your sickness from Joel because you don’t want to stress him out. It doesn’t work.

Notes: Sick fic, praise kink, soft!dom!joel, sub!reader, sick!reader, reader is in her head a lot, unprotected p in v, reader is very much Joel’s baby, READER IS NOT PREGNANT SHE’S JUST NAUSEOUS

It was normal for you to be reserved. A little quieter than most, a little more soft. Joel knew you better than anybody, and he could tell when you’d slipped into your daydreams, just needing a few moments to drift off within your own head.

But this…this was different.

The day had started off as usual. You and Joel woke up together tangled in blankets, his strong arms holding you close. But the moment you blinked your bleary eyes awake you gave him a swift kiss and mumbled, “M’gonna go shower” before leaving him alone in bed.

Things only got stranger from there. That afternoon Joel was scheduled to leave for a short patrol with Tommy—lately there had been more Clicker sightings, so he and his brother had increased the amount of rotations needed per day. Joel didn’t want to leave you alone when he suspected something was wrong, but it was necessary for him to go if they wanted to keep Jackson a safe haven.

Normally when he was about to leave you’d get all teary-eyed and try to get as many kisses from him as you could before he took off. This time, however, you gave him a short smile and kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you when you get back.”

That sent Joel’s suspicion through the roof. He had studied your face, searching for any indication there might be something off. Your eyes were a little droopy, but he also knew that the night before you’d been up late with him reading to you…

“Is everything okay, baby?” he had asked softly.

Something flickered in your eyes and a little v appeared between your brow as it creased in confusion. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know, I’m just a little worried about you.”

At that, you gave him an innocent smile. “I’m just tired, Joel. I’m okay.” You stood on your tiptoes to press your lips to his in a soft peck. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Against his better judgement, he’d left. But that didn’t stop him from worrying about you all throughout patrol.

You felt absolutely awful.

In the morning you’d woken with quite possibly the worst stomach ache you’d ever experienced. You thought a shower might make you feel better, that your body was just disagreeing with something you’d eaten the day before.

It got worse. It seemed that anything you did made the nausea flare up. All you wanted to do was be Joel’s princess for the day, to whine until he took you in his arms and hushed your cries with sweet words and sweeter kisses.

But he had patrol that day, and you didn’t want him to worry. You weren’t supposed to make him worry, you were supposed to be his good girl. You didn’t want him distracted—you knew he’d been stressed about the increased Clicker sightings and you didn’t want to add more to the burden he was already carrying.

And so you stayed silent about it. You smiled at him and sent him on his way, and finally, finally when you were alone, you snuggled up back in bed.

You were freezing. Even with the thick blankets piled on top of you, you still were shivering, and your stomach ache stayed constant. Even your mind began to fuzz to the point where you didn’t know how long it had been since Joel left. You stopped caring about the need to pretend everything was fine—you just wanted him.

You weren’t in the living room when Joel got back. Normally you’d be there waiting since it was the closest comfy place to the door, so the moment you heard the door open you could run and embrace him in a flurry of kisses.

But you weren’t there.

“Baby?” he called out, shutting the door behind him.

No response.

He frowned and took his shoes off, then shed his thick snow jacket and gloves. Beneath he was just wearing dark-washed jeans and his signature flannel.

In your room, all Joel saw was a lump beneath the thick gray comforter. “Darlin’?” Joel crossed the room and knelt beside the bed. Were you asleep? Did—

“Joel?” Your voice was strained, small. You rolled over and Joel’s stomach sank. Your eyes were hazy, your cheeks slightly flushed. Had you been crying?

“Sweetheart,” he whispered. “What’s wrong?”

He cupped your cheek and your bottom lip quivered for a moment before you burst into tears.

“Oh, baby.” He promptly stood and got into bed with you, pulling you into his arms. You were so much smaller than him, so easy to pick up and hold against him. “I gotcha. Shh,” he soothed.

You cried quietly into his chest as you clung to him while he smoothed back your hair and pressed gentle kisses to your head. His words were soft murmurs.

“It’s okay darlin’, I’m here now. S’alright….deep breaths sweetheart, can you do that for me? Can you—oh, good girl. That’s it, just keep taking deep breaths for me…”

Eventually your sobs quieted, though a tear still fell down your cheek every now and then. After a few more minutes of holding you, Joel spoke again.

“What’s wrong, honey?” he prompted. “Can you tell me what happened?”

You sniffled. “Just….” Your brow creased. “Jus’ don’t feel good.”

Joel hummed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t want you to worry.” Your bottom lip trembled. “I didn’t want—“

“Hey, don’t start again,” he cooed softly, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “You don’t ever have to think that ever again, you hear? I like worrying about you. You’re my baby, ‘s my job to take care of you.”

He saw your reaction to that—lips parting, brows relaxing, eyes going a little doe like.

“You like hearin’ me say that?” he murmured, thumb gently caressing your cheekbone, catching another stray tear. “Like that I take care of you?”

You nodded, eyes big and wide.

Joel kissed your forehead. “You need me to distract you a little bit baby? Make all the bad feelings go away for awhile?”

“Mhmm.” Your little voice was breathless.

Joel chuckled. “Alright honey. You just keep laying there n’ lookin’ pretty—don’t gotta do any of the work.”

Your head had been fuzzy before because of the sickness, but it was nothing compared to now. When Joel talked to you like this, held you like this…it made everything around him grow foggy.

He slid his hand beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and his index finger started to tease your bud over your panties. You squirmed.

“Wigglin’ already baby? I haven’t even done anything yet.” You could hear the smile in Joel’s voice.

His fingers slid past your underwear to dip into your wetness. You whined and tucked your face into the crook of his neck, embarrassed at how slippery you were already.

Joel chuckled and held you tighter. “It’s okay, sweet girl. Nothing wrong with bein’ ready.”

You whimpered as his fingers circled the outside of your entrance. You shook your head at his teasing. “Want your cock,” you whined so sweetly in his ear. “I can take it, promise….just want you to make it all better.”

“Awe baby,” Joel crooned, pressing another kiss to your hair. “Okay. Just give me a sec…”

He shifted to pull down his pants and boxers and toss them to the side. He was already hard against your hip. Laying side-by-side, your chest to his, Joel slid his length past your folds.

Oh….you could have sworn you forgot about your aches and pains right in that moment. He made you feel so full. He was so big, so thick and warm….you could feel him all the way up in your tummy.

Joel let out a sigh that bordered on a groan. “You’re so perfect, sweetheart. So good…”

He started to rock his hips gently and you whimpered, burying your face into his chest.

He chuckled. “So shy, baby. That’s okay, you just sit there…don’t gotta worry about a single thing.”

One of your legs hooked over his hip as his pace sped up and you clung to him the whole way through. You felt so…so…oh, you feel him dragging along your walls so nicely. You were absolute putty in his arms—Joel always made you feel that way, always gave you such big feelings it made you feel too small to hold them all.

“So good, baby,” he cooed. “Such a good girl, taking me so well…just lay there and let me fill you up—oh, you’re so tight around me princess…”

You could feel it then, that big feeling. The one that made you whimper and whine, trying to hide your face more than it already was. “Joel…”

“It’s okay, just let it happen.” His pelvis was rubbing against your bundle of nerves oh so nicely it made you dizzy. “Let me feel you finish on my cock, darlin’, you’re so good for me, so good…”

Every coo and murmur only brought you higher. You let out another high-pitched whine as the feeling started to become too much, too tight too hot too everything, oh you were right there, you…

You cried out as you reached your peak and then fell over the edge. Joel held you the whole way through as you clenched around him and he spilled inside of you, murmuring praises the whole time.

“Good girl, good girl….my pretty baby, you’re doing so well, taking my cock in that pretty pussy of yours….that’s it sweetheart…”

He rocked his hips gently to help bring you down from your high, slowly decreasing his pace until he came to an eventual stop.

He held you in his arms, your body against his. You hummed contentedly and nuzzled at his neck.

Joel smiled. “Feel better, sweet girl?”

“Mmm.”

Joel chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He kissed your forehead. “Why don’t we get in the bath for a bit to clean up, and then I’ll make you some soup? Nothing that will be too harsh on your stomach.”

You blinked drowsily and nodded. “Mhmm. I’d like that.”

Yes, you’d like that very much indeed.

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Submissive Dae Ho x Dominant GN(?) reader

I'm so sorry to be that girl but imo Dae Ho is NOT dominant. Having 4 older sisters would mean he's more used to women being in charge anyways. COME ONNN. doms moot me? 💔

Haven't posted any type of fic on the internet in years I'm nervy. Pls be nice lmao

Considering this a bday gift to my gf. ily babe <3

Nothing too crazy. Handjob, blowjob, edging, light praise, a lil crying, blah blah blah

Hope you enjoy! Feedback is welcome!

In a life or death situation, you would think you'd be more focused on trying to live, but watching Dae Ho almost effortlessly work his hands on the gonggi during the six-legged race had gotten your mind drifting into places it shouldn't be.

Walking back into the dormitories, you stare down at your feet, mind racing as you walk towards the designated corner of the "X" team, taking a seat on a corner bed.

The rest of the team followed, spreading out on the beds. You gaze off, zoning out and letting your mind fulfill your sick fantasies for you. You imagined how he'd sound.. How he'd react. How he'd feel, and fuck, how he'd look at you.

A quiet call of your name breaks you out of your trance. You come to, analyzing the cold metal container of food sat on the bed in front of you. You look to your side to see Daeho glancing into your eyes carefully, or as much as he could without getting nervous and having to look away for a moment.

"Are you okay?" He quietly asks, assuming it was all of the stress of death getting you thinking, but in reality, you craved him. It wasn't a want anymore, it was a need.

"Hm? Oh, yeah." You reply, taking an extra moment to gaze into his eyes longer than you probably should've.

He nods softly in understanding, eyes scanning the area before leaning in to whisper to you, "Are you sure? Do you need to talk about it?"

His caring demeanor made you want him even more. To know that he actually gave a fuck about you and your well being was very attractive to say the least.

You look back to him, the genuine caring look in his eyes giving you butterflies in your stomach.

You just stare at him for a moment, unsure if you really wanted to go through with the ideas in your mind. His face flushes ever so slightly and he glances down at his lap at your gaze.

"Yeah, maybe." You reply, your stomach churning slightly after coming to the realization that you had just practically finalized the idea. "Meet me in the bathroom?"

I mean, if we were all going to die here anyways I guess a simple confession can't hurt.

Dae Ho nods in response, his demeanor shifting to be more nervous as he sees you stand up above him. He stands up after you, following you towards the bathroom.

You walk into the bathroom, Dae Ho following along. You stand in front of the sinks, Dae Ho stopping in his tracks to be standing near you.

"Was it the game? Are you okay?" He immediately starts, his eyes scanning you for any kind of injury, just in case you were hurt in any way.

"No, It's.." You pause, sighing and glancing around the bathroom to ensure its vacant state. "Well, kinda?" You laugh softly.

Dae Ho furrows his eyebrows in a mix of confusion and worry, quickly trying to read your expression.

You sigh, eyes still scanning for anybody in any of the stalls. "It's.. unusual. Okay?" You warn, looking back into his eyes.

"It's you." You admit, laughing softly, taking in every facial feature as his eyes widened in worry.

"Oh- Oh shit what did I do? Did i upset you?" He immediately worries, taking a small step closer to you, his hands clasped together and already fidgeting nervously.

"No, It's not like that." You assured, his eyes immediately softening from worry to confusion with a slight nod. He stared silently, awaiting an explanation.

"You.." You pause hesitantly. "The way you played Gonggi." You answer vaguely.

Dae Ho's eyebrows furrowed further before speaking. "What, am I doing something wrong?" He questioned, playing back his gonggi gameplay in his head to assure that he did it right.

"No, Dae Ho." You interrupt. "That's just it. You didn't mess up." You mutter, chuckling softly.

Dae Ho stared blankly, tilting his head slightly in confusion as he tried to piece together what exactly you were saying.

"Your hands." You point out, watching as he lifts them up so the both of you could inspect them.

"It was so hot watching how perfectly you moved your hands." You confess, replaying his flawless gameplay back in your head, over and over again.

He didn't know what to say. He had never been so directly hit on by a girl like this before. He let out a shaky breath, breaking eye contact to look down at and fidget with his hands softly.

You analyze his flushed face as he tried to discreetly calm his slightly unsteady breaths. He looked back up at you, a tiny smile evident on his embarrassed face.

You take a step closer to him, practically undressing him with your eyes. He notices.

Dae Ho lets out a sigh, watching you move closer to him, practically mesmerized.

You reach out to touch his shoulders, slowly trailing them down towards his hands. You take his hand in your grasp, gently inspecting it before letting out a quiet sigh. "Fuck." You whisper, a little closer to his ear than you'd intended.

He let out a nearly inaudible breathy whimper at your word. Your stomach tightened at the noise, eyes immediately darting up to meet his.

His eyes were slightly widened, mouth slightly agape as he immediately started to try to explain it away. "I-I'm sorry.. I uh.. I didn't mean to.." He trails off as you move your hand to caress his face gently.

"Can we go in a stall?" You ask, nearly getting lost in his brown eyes. He releases a shaky breath before whining quietly and whispering a quick "Oh fuck.. Yes."

With that, you grasp his hand in yours tighter, immediately leading him to a stall towards the back.

As soon as you're both in the stall, you immediately shut and lock the door, closing the gap between the two of you.

His back is immediately pressed up against the wall as you cup his face in your hands, pulling him into a short kiss. You pull back, gazing into his eyes.

The expression on his face was enough to get you off on its own. With a turned-on sigh, you pull him back into the kiss, this time much longer and much more passionate.

Your hands graze down his body gently, stopping at his thighs and moving back up. His eyebrows furrow, quivering slightly as you do so, letting out deep, needy breaths into the kiss.

You pull away, your hand reaching for the zipper of his jacket. "Fuck, you're so hot." You sigh, slowly unzipping his jacket to give you easier access to his body.

He whimpers quietly at the praise, nervously watching as you pull the zipper down his body.

You guide his head to turn to the left, giving you access to his neck. You start leaving gentle kisses and light hickeys on his neck, your hands sliding under his shirt to touch his bare skin.

He closes his eyes, letting out shaky sighs and gasps at your touch. "Fuck.." He whimpers into your ear.

You pull away, your hand reaching the waistband of his pants, tracing it softly before looking up to him for approval.

He nods frantically, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of his face with a sigh, looking back down at your hand with furrowed eyebrows.

You slowly slide your hand down his pants, your fingertips grazing his dick through his boxers.

Dae Ho's hips stuttered, a slightly louder sigh leaving his lips, his eyes shutting briefly as he bit his lip in anticipation.

He was already half hard. "You're already hard for me. Do i turn you on?" You tease, testing the waters.

He let out a soft groan at your words. "Yes.. Fuck.." he nodded with a shaky breath.

You had barely touched him, and he was already a mess. You apply more pressure on your hand, almost touching him properly now.

The unexpected change in touch got the first moan out of him. It was quiet, slightly whiny, and higher in pitch than you would've imagined from him.

He immediately went to cover his mouth with his hand, embarrassed, his face immediately begins to flush. You let out a shaky breath before speaking softly.

"Fuck, keep doing that." You say with a shaky breath, removing his hand from his mouth as your other hand still worked on him.

You were immediately met with another shaky whimper as you uncovered his mouth. You move to suck rougher hickeys into the side of his neck, pulling another pathetic hum from him.

Moving your hand back up, your fingers reach the waistband of his boxers. He swallowed, taking shaky breaths to steady himself.

You slowly slide your hand down his boxers, a faint whine falling from his lips before you even got a chance touch him.

Gently wrapping your hand around him, you start off slow. He lets out a whine, mouth agape as he moved to place his hands on your shoulders.

Picking up the pace, you move to tease the tip. He throws his head back, back arching slightly and letting out a cry.

He was avoiding eye contact, obviously embarrassed by the vulnerability although he was totally into it.

You guide him to look at you, slightly tightening your grip on him.

He blushes, looking into your eyes and moaning, that familiar tightening feeling already growing in his stomach.

A high pitched moan leaves his lips as he burrows his head in your neck, his breathing picking up as he thrusts his hips into your hand slightly.

More whines and whimpers left his lips, his release rapidly approaching, a lot quicker than usual.

"Yeah? You gonna cum already?" You whisper teasingly.

Hearing your voice in his ear only brought him closer, but the sudden noise of the bathroom door swinging open pulls you two back to reality, making you instinctively pull away.

Dae Ho whined softly at the loss of contact, shifting uncomfortably. You quickly put a hand over his mouth to stop the noise, Dae Ho immediately realizing his mistake.

The sound of running water filled the room. Thank god, at least they were just at the sink. They'd be out quick.

With your hand still over his mouth, you start to kiss on his neck again, your other hand diving back down his pants.

He lets out a small noise, slightly muffled by your hand. Your hand works on him again slowly as Dae Ho tried not to make any noise, or at least to stifle any noise he wasn't able to hold back.

He's letting out shaky breaths against your hand, his thighs quivering slightly as you tighten your grasp the closer you got to his tip.

The sound of the sink shutting off brings the room back to an eerie silence besides the nearly silent noises falling from Dae Ho's lips.

His hand moves to grasp your arm, his head falling back against the wall. He tensed up slightly, his orgasm approaching again.

He digs his nails into your arm, his noises getting louder and harder to muffle.

With a swift movement you take your hands off of him again. He loudly sighs against your hand.

The sound of footsteps moving towards the door rung through the room, followed by the familiar squeak of the door swinging shut.

The two of you were finally alone again. You slowly remove your hand from his mouth, smiling to yourself as he gasped softly, catching his breath.

He gazed into your eyes as he steadied himself. "What the hell was that?" He breathes out, face flushed with a slight smile prominent on his lips.

You just laughed softly before dropping to your knees in front of him, the sight alone enough to pull a moan from him.

He averts his gaze, embarrassed. The sudden touch of your hands trailing up his clothed thighs immediately gained his attention back.

He whimpers, letting out a frustrated sigh and clenching his thighs softly. Your hand gently grazes up his hard dick through his pants before moving to his waistband again.

You slowly pull his pants and boxers down, just taking in the sight of him. Dae Ho let out an uncomfortable shaky sigh, shifting nervously as your eyes practically burned into him.

Your hands travel his up and down his thighs, watching him twitch as he made quiet, needy noises while you teased him.

Dae Ho loudly releases a shaky sigh before muttering a quiet, "Please.." He whines, gazing into your eyes pathetically.

Immediately, you wrap your hand back around him, gradually increasing the speed of your strokes.

A high pitched gasp escapes his lips, followed by a muffled moan. You glance up to find that he's covering his mouth with his hand.

You smile to yourself slightly, increasing your pace again before sliding your opposite hand up his shirt to feel up his body.

He uncovers his mouth, instead grasping the stall's handlebar to steady himself, hissing softly followed by heavy breaths and a whiny mumble of your name.

You lean in to suck a few dark hickeys into his lower stomach, drawing a sharp whimper from him. His noises getting much more frequent again.

You drag your tongue over the hickeys you'd just left, your hand swirling around the tip of his cock gently.

He bites his lip, groaning loudly as he sloppily thrusts his hips into your hand.

You pull away again, his hips stuttering as a long, disappointed whimper leaves his lips as he's denied from his release again.

"Please," He pleads quietly, a bead of precum gathered at the tip of his dick. "Fuck.. It hurts." He whispers embarrassedly, his face flushed, a prominent desperate look in his eyes.

You swipe your thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. You oblige with a few slow strokes, drawing a quiet sobbing whine from him.

Maintaining eye contact, you lick a teasing strip from the base of his cock to the tip.

Dae Ho bites his lip, letting out a stifled cry at the sensation of your tongue against him. He watches intently, his cock throbbing in your grasp.

You lean in, leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against his tip, snatching a very pleased sigh from above you. You slowly take the tip in your mouth, running your tongue along the slit softly.

Dae Ho's hand moves back to cover his mouth, a muffled moan filling the room. You take that as your sign to continue, slowly engulfing him entirely with your eyes locked on him.

A loud exhale leaves his lips, mouth agape, his hand immediately uncovering his mouth again to grasp a handful of your hair. After a second to adjust, he lets out a needy whine, trembling slightly in desperation.

"Oh fuck, please.." He whines out, his grip on your hair loosening as he grounded himself to the best of his ability.

You start off at a teasingly slow pace, your gaze transfixed on him and only him, taking in every little feature on his face, basking in every noise he let slip.

The sound of Dae Ho's unsteady breaths and shaky moans fills the room, only egging you on further. "Ah- Please, faster." He gasps out needily.

You gradually gain speed, deeply analyzing every reaction he made to your touch. You hollow your cheeks around him, drawing another high-pitched groan from the desperate man above you.

Embarrassed, he released his grip on your hair, placing his hand back over his mouth, throwing his head back with closed eyes. Muffled moans and whines rung through your ears, his hips gently rocking forward to meet your mouth.

You bring your hands to grip the side of his thighs, pinning his hips to the wall to halt his movements.

Something about that really did it for him, a strangled moan escaping his lips from behind his hand, louder than the rest. His body began quivering again, Dae Ho practically toppling over himself.

You swallow around him, feeling his cock pathetically twitch in your mouth. He moves his hand back to your hair with a choked sob, his hips bucking as much as they could while they were in your firm grasp.

He perks up with a gasp, his back arching with a pitiful whine, that all too familiar feeling growing in the pit of his stomach again, only growing stronger.

Unsurprisingly, you stop, taking your hands and mouth off of him completely.

A shaky sob leaves his lips, his eyes darting down to meet yours.

"Oh fuck.." Is all he can manage to get out at this point, tears of frustration pooling in his eyes as he gazes at you desperately with furrowed eyebrows, mouth agape as shuddery breaths left his lips.

He sniffles softly, a sinful noise coming from him as you slowly take him back into your mouth. Quiet sobs and exhales bring your attention back up to him, a small tear streaming down the side of his face.

His hand grasps for your hair again, trying to gently push you down further. "Please." He shudders, biting his lip with a groan.

You suddenly started up your movements again, this time a lot faster right away, causing Dae Ho to involuntarily let a loud, pathetic sound.

He was clearly too far gone to care about how loud he was being. He would love to watch you effortlessly please him, but any time he tried to look down at you for too long his knees got weak.

He gasped, whimpering loudly as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his release with each movement you made.

"F-Fuck, don't stop.. Please don't stop." He manages to choke out between filthy gasps and moans.

You grasp the soft skin of his thighs, slightly digging your nails into them as you pushed yourself further down on him.

He trembles, sloppily bucking his hips slightly with a needy cry. Other occasional noises left his lips between sobbing breaths, his grip on your hair tightening immensely.

A string of loud moans and whines left his mouth, followed by one last buck of his hips as he came undone, constant satisfied whimpers filling the room as he came down from his prolonged high.

He sighs out, practically slumped over you as you pull away, standing back up, your eyes locking with his once again.

He gazes into your eyes for a moment before looking away, breathless and flustered, a grin prominent on his face.

"That was.. so good." He mumbles, still catching his breath slightly.

The dreaded sound of the intercom starts over the loudspeakers; "Attention players, lights out will begin in 2 minutes. Please report back to the dormitories immediately."

"Shit, we gotta go." You laugh, Dae Ho immediately straightening himself out, following as you grab his hand and lead him out of the stall.

"What.. What about you?" He speaks hesitantly, looking you up and down as you swiftly wash your hands.

"Next time." You smile, walking out of the bathroom, Dae Ho following shortly after you.

Dae Ho exhaled a shaky breath as he followed you out, his stomach fluttering at the thought of there being a "next time".

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