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@jianshou: i know what you’re doing. you’re baiting me.
`` you wound me! whyever would you assume that? `` she turns to look at the building they're both standing in front of. it fronts what looks to be a bar, not quite as modern as some of the others she had passed by. it looked more authentic, if that's the word she'd use. it’s not imposing, it blends in perfectly wedged between two other buildings that look like stores— it’s the perfect place for someone like her, it stands out enough to those seeking something but in an area shoddy enough that it won’t draw in too many people. fareeda gives houyi a few seconds to inspect the building before she grins at her next thoughts, unspoken as they are. she glances past the old wooden doors at the inside of a very well - kept bar. she can tell it's relatively empty, with a few people hanging around by the bar. she tilts her head at him, her tone mocking. `` i wouldn't know. you'd only get caught in one if you're easily baited. are you? `` she pauses for just a second.
`` go on, then. we have much to discuss. wouldn't want you to catch on to me before the trap is set. `` her eyes rove over the multitude of artwork hanging from the walls, swirling paint strokes and sculptured mythical creatures. she places her hands around her hips once she’s sure the two of them have been secured in the building. `` i know it's hard to believe, but it's safer here. `` and it made sense. from what she'd learned of her line of work, a person would be more shielded staying in one place instead of being seen in multiple locations, especially if it concerned a topic such as his. while she made sure not to tell him her plan, her mind knew where she needs to be. she raises her eyebrow at him, then, interest piquing in her eyes. `` you didn't answer me from before. `` she smiles something that is more wicked than anything. she was baiting him, but why would she ever admit that? the fun was just about to begin. `` you had a change of heart. why? `` she lets out a feigned gasp, then. `` let me guess! you've grown blasé of yourself. i would be. look at the state of you. ``
#jianshou#˗ˏˋ ☼ ━━ there is no having‚ only a being‚ only a state that craves the last breath. ❪ writing. ❫#˗ˏˋ ☼ ━━ the stream of a wintry confession: reality is reality. ❪ bungou stray dogs. ❫#she's so fucking annoying HELLO#anyway . i set the location a little but we can discuss more ofc :p
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@kezoire: in the unlikely event of my death, you will hold my vigil.
`` if i can fit it into my schedule, then, sure. `` she feels herself give him one of her well - practiced smiles. it's one he might have been able to recognize were they still working together. she remembers it clearly, actually. once before everything fell apart, she could say that kezo was one of the people that were able to read through her lies. her head tilts at the thought. she's a performer now— a trickster of some sorts. her job was to fool everyone around her, even herself. and sometimes, she did. `` it's a simple demon that we need to exorcise. nothing too difficult. `` at least that's the reason he knows of. there has been some sort of hissing presence that came from this place in certain hours (one that she knows is not from any demon) and she ought to find out more about it, more about what it can offer her. nothing is a coincidence is what she always says.
lasya turns, then, as she quickly moves to gently tap his nose before he can even react. there’s a beat and then she’s already moving, as she starts straightening her jacket. she's grinning, then, like it's so normal for the two of them to be in the same place at once. `` don't tell me you're nervous. have you gotten even worse than before, kezo dear? ``
#kezoire#˗ˏˋ ☼ ━━ there is no having‚ only a being‚ only a state that craves the last breath. ❪ writing. ❫#˗ˏˋ ☼ ━━ the stream of a wintry confession: reality is reality. ❪ main. ❫#something something about them going on a mission together post everything happening#and lasya going there specifically bc there's smth she actually wants to take a look at#maybe smth that will help her with learning about creating black holes i am thinking thoughts#but her not telling him about it <3#if u see me steal my tags from fareedas old blog then no u did NAWT#q.
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prompt. @soirah. “ i know you for being an unstable person! ”
“ unstable is such an ugly word. ” she finds no need to correct soira. it's true, after all. strange little creature is what the patronesses call her. she's never minded it. hardly many actually know why acts this way, why she puts up this wall that no one except a select few seem to break. sometimes, and only sometimes, even she forgets that she's just putting on a performance for the world. “ you could have used uncanny. eerie. unnatural. strange, even. ” she sighs dramatically, hand on her forehead. “ oh, how you disappoint me. ”
and here they are. it's a little shop that the seer has taken her to. not too quiet and not too loud. she'd seen it on her way to the palace before and it piqued her interest. she sits down at one of the tables and stares blankly at her. it'd seem like such an innocent little look, if it wasn't fareeda. “ i, however, haven't done anything too crazy. ” and then she grins. “ yet. ”
#soirah#⠀⠀›⠀ WRITING⠀...⠀there is no having‚ only a being‚ only a state that craves the last breath.#⠀⠀›⠀ GENERAL FANTASY⠀...⠀is this all you? mysterious and lucid‚ present and absent at once.#hey heh#what is she doing.... what is she planning
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2:09 AM.



this is smut, do not interact if under 18
your boyfriend’s feeling extra needy for you tonight, and who were you to say no?
pairing: han jisung x reader, established relationship genre/tags: fluff + smut, marking, somnophilia, slight dubcon, soft dom!jisung, fingering, piv, unprotected s*x, slight breeding kink words: 2.0k
[ note. ] — this is a revamp of a fic that i’ve wrote months ago but i actually never posted it on this acc sooo yeah. ik i usually write ji as a sub but him as a dom hits different too >.<
The moon looks extra beautiful tonight. Streaks of pale light bleeds into the sheer, ivory curtains— it’s soft, milky glow cascading over your shared bedroom. It was mostly quiet, aside from the whirring hum of the ceiling fan and faintly audible breaths from his left side as Jisung temporarily rose from the tangled sheets.
It’s already past 2 am, sighing out in annoyance when he checks the time that’s flashed on his phone screen. He couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep no matter how hard he tried, only growing more frustrated as he’s been attempting to do so for the past hour or so.. His eyes greeting the wall with nothing but empty blank stares, sleep was deemed impossible to obtain by now and as many times he closed his eyes they still wouldn’t remain permanently shut.
He rolls over in defeat once again. Facing to the left of him was the most precious, angelic little being he’s ever seen, casting his view over to his sleeping beauty of a girlfriend who’s peacefully dozing off into dreamland. Oh, how he’s always been so envious of your ability to fall asleep in an instant.. you were just the sleepiest girl that could easily try and catch a nap just about anywhere. But oddly enough— he always found that quality of yours to be quite endearing.
Jisung could simply stare at you all day with no complaints. He couldn’t help but admire the way you looked in any state you were in, even whilst in your deep slumber. In his eyes, you were the true embodiment of perfection. Looking adorable as ever with your hair splayed all over the pillow, clutching onto your favorite stuffed animal that you always went to bed with.
Though he was unable to physically fall asleep, he surely was mentally exhausted. His brain still a bit foggy, dreading when it’s time to get up in the morning for work when he’s so badly craving a part 2 of the 3-hour fuck sesh you both had the night before.
A trail of faint markings were embedded into his chest— some that were barely noticeable on his neck and several scratches left on his back from the aftermath; recollections of your pretty moans echoing throughout the room made his cock stir, getting uncontrollably horny all over again.
Too bad you had to be asleep..
It’s like the universe is punishing him, taunting him for some unknown reason. Not only can’t he fall asleep, but now he’s plagued with all kinds of other sinful thoughts and it’s only fueling his insatiable desire for you. The more he thinks about it, the more sexually frustrated he’ll become.
He could easily take care of this ‘problem’ of his by doing it himself, right? Sure.. but it won’t be nearly the same. He needs to touch you, feel every inch of you, have you under him with your face all smushed in the pillows as he fucks his cock deeper into you.. or he could simply eat you out until you begged for him stop like he did last time.
Either way, all he wants is you.
He gets closer, reaching over to brush some strands of hair out of your face, smiling to himself when you snuggled up into his hand— still sound asleep. Your lips smack together a little, body shifting underneath the covers, completely oblivious of what’s going on.
Jisung slowly lifts up the comforter, revealing your pretty figure, the thin, slip dress you wore leaving little to the imagination. It’s silky fabric riding up as you tossed and turned during the night, completely exposing your lower body. He bit his lip at the sight behold him, wanting nothing more in this moment is to grab your thighs and have them spread open for him.
He’d do many ungodly things to you if you were awake right now..
He tried to be good, letting a few minutes pass by. He tried to ignore it— this ache in his chest, in his cock, and in his hands that won’t stop twitching with the need to touch you. Jisung feels like the worst kind of man for staring at you like this, hard as hell, desperate, breath shaky from the way your body torments him without even trying.
But then, he remembers the late night confession you gave him a few weeks ago. When you were half asleep, talking in hushed whispers while tangling your fingers in his hair.
“I’ve always had this fantasy… where you fuck me in my sleep. Like.. I’m just lying there and you can’t help yourself. You’re so needy you wake me up with your cock inside me.”
Jisung nearly choked on his own saliva when you said it. Eyes wide, brain malfunctioning.
You even giggled afterwards like it was nothing, teasing, “you’d never actually do that though, would you?”
But he knew by the way you were looking at him. You wanted it.
And tonight— he’s weak.
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As his hand shifts underneath the hem of your nightgown to caress your thighs, he tries convincing himself that this was as far as he’ll take it.
“Fuck..” he whispers to himself, brows furrowed. “What’re you doing, Jisung…”
He leans down, kissing your bare skin. “You’re gonna kill me,” he murmurs against you.
But your soft sigh as you turn slightly— it’s encouragement enough, and as more delicate kisses are planted to your shoulder, slowly working his way up to your neck, how you’re lying there so pliantly for him. It only makes him want to do more, see how far he can take this before you actually do wake up.
He’s gotten a bit overtly comfortable now as he traveled to your upper body, leaving no surface of you untouched. He’s fondling one of your breasts with his free hand, the pad of his thumb softly grazing over your nipple. You don’t make any sudden movements— still blissfully unaware of what’s happening.
He nuzzles his face into the crook of your shoulder, stifling a groan when he grinds his clothed dick against your ass. He’s back to holding your waist, but that didn’t last very long before he gets distracted by something else.
Eventually, he found his fingers inching closer to your core, circling your clit over the thin lining of your panties. He hissed at the feeling of how wet you are, even while you’re asleep your body subconsciously adheres to him, as if it knows who it belongs to.
“Just a little…” he mutters, voice laced with guilt and temptation.
He slid the extra layer of fabric to the side, collecting more of your arousal before plunging one of his fingers inside, watching with hungry eyes as it disappears in and out of your dripping cunt. The sounds of your wetness only making him more painfully hard, rutting up against you like a dog in heat and he’s absolutely shameless about it at this point. All he wants is to bury his cock between those soft, pretty thighs of yours..
It’s only a matter of time until he finally caves in. And it wasn’t long before he found himself rubbing his cock along your folds and caught his tip in your entrance, sliding in with ease from how soaking wet you are. You make a soft, unconscious noise, hips shifting closer. Your cunt clenches tight around his cock, warm and slick, and he nearly moans out loud from the feel of it.
“God- how are you always this tight?” He grunts out, pressing soft kisses into your neck as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, his eyes scrunched shut as he sinks into your heat. “You’re not even awake and you’re already making me lose my mind…”
He grips you tightly but not enough to leave any major bruising, he’s still gentle with you, keeping your hips flush against his as fully bottoms out, too deep in concentration to focus on anything else. He barely even notices when your eyes cautiously flutter open, a gasp slipping from your breath when feeling the unexpected intrusion, your warm walls pulse around him, adjusting to the stretch.
You let out another small noise. It might’ve been a moan, a word, or his name, whatever it was— it was the least bit coherent. You were still drowsy and disoriented, but once the initial shock wore off you found yourself relaxing into him again; bathing in his warmth, letting his desires roam free.
Jisung kept groping your tits as he fucks you from behind, lightly twisting your nipple to make you even more delirious for him. You simply could do nothing but lye there and take it, fighting the urge to fall back asleep mixed with the overwhelming pleasure that he’s giving you.
“Baby..”
You stir against him, lazily grinding against him to match his movement. Your sleepy voice sounding much cuter, and a lot more innocent than the actions he’s performing.
“Yeah?” He rasps, voice thick with desire, never letting up on his ministrations, his hips snap back and forth, this time with a little more force— but remains gentle with his words. “Is this.. okay?”
He might’ve been a little late with that question.. but nonetheless, you still appreciate the sentiment of it. You simply respond to him with a hum of compliance, feeling in a state of euphoria as you arch into his touch, feeding off of all the soft praises he’d whisper in your ear. You’d do anything for Jisung, not because he was just your boyfriend, but because it’s him— you trust him more than anything in this world. There were no limits when it comes to your love.
“Cum inside, please,” you desperately whine, your cunt cinching around his thickness when he repeatedly thrusts in your sweet spot.
You felt so needy for him. You always did. Even as you’re getting dicked down by him right now you still call out to him— begging for more. A mutual neediness amongst each other.
“You really wanted this, huh?” He breathes out, voice breaking. “Me waking you up with my cock already inside you? No warning. Just full, stretched, dripping…”
You moan helplessly, nodding.
He laughs— breathless, disbelieving. “You’re so fucking dirty.”
“You were already so wet before I even touched you. Like your pussy was waiting for me.”
His pace quickens. The sound of skin slapping echoes faintly in the room, muffled by the sheets. Every thrust pushes you further up the bed. You gasp and try to stifle your moans in the pillow, but it’s no use.
“Look so pretty when you’re all fucked out like this,” he growls, one hand grabbing your hip, the other fisting your hair and pulling your head back. “Maybe I’ll make this a habit.”
You whimper something incoherent to that, and he chuckles darkly.
He shifts his angle, hitting deeper, harder. Your body jolts with each thrust, legs trembling now.
Jisung could feel himself nearing the edge, and your pleas for him to cum inside was only making his high approach faster.. he sighs, “Wan’ me to give you a baby? Make you a mommy?” It might’ve been a question but he already knew the answer, he didn’t need to hear a response.
“Yes, please..” you manage to say as tiny whimpers and moans fall from your lips, attempting to catch your ragged breaths.
You don’t care about the consequences that come with your decision, you’ll bear those repercussions later. For now though, all you want is for him to milk every last drop of his cum inside you.
“It’s okay baby, just let go..” he talks to you with the sweetest, honey laced voice, coaxing you through your orgasm, “I got you… I got you.”
Your mouth flew permanently agape, in a cloud-like haze as your own orgasm washes over you, all while at the same time having your insides plastered with thick, white ropes of Jisung’s cum.
Your whole body is shaking but you’re brought a source of comfort when several fleeting kisses saturate your back, leading them up to your neck once more to litter faint love bites. You’re left feeling more exhausted than you were before, cuddling with your boyfriend who seems to also be just as worn out as you.
Before drifting back to sleep, you hear a soft-spoken exchange, almost undetectable when he mumbles the words against your skin; but you could still make out exactly what was said.
“I love you.”
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6 AM (M)
SYNOPSIS: Jungkook wakes you up at 6AM for more than just morning cuddles
WARNINGS : SMUT, protected sex, dirty talk, mention of oral sex (f), rough sex, missionary, Jk kind of a freak, soft kook, first time writing smut! (constructive criticism is very much condoned), established relationship, spit kink, eye-contact kink (is that a thing?)
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If Jeonguk wasn’t the love of your life, you swear you would have killed him.
If there is one thing you hate more in this world than rude, snobby rich kids, it’s being woken up in the crack ass of dawn. Seriously, your alarm hadn’t even gone off yet—that’s supposed to be an obvious universal sign for “wake me up, and I’ll end you.” But Jeonguk? He thrives on pushing your limits, of testing your patience to heights no one has ever dared to cross. If you had known moving in with Jeonguk would result in sleepless nights and early awakenings, you would have reconsidered.
“Stop.” A sleepy mumble escapes your lips, your voice sounding ragged and throat raspy - your eyes remaining closed in your half-asleep state. The persistent finger poking against your cheek over and over again only served to agitate you even further as it dragged you back to reality from the comfort of dreamland. “Guk seriously…” An exasperated sigh fell from your lips as you lazily raised an arm to swat his hand away.
A deep, throaty chuckle escaped him, sending shivers down your spine. You inwardly curse your body for the way it reacts to the sound of his voice. Your nipples harden embarrassingly against the thin fabric of your tank top. The wooden bed creaks softly as you shift, turning your back to him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing the reaction he effortlessly draws from your body. The white sheets of your shared comforter were a wrinkled mess that reached just below your knees - it had been a warm, sticky night that left you both no choice but to kick the sheets off your bodies.
“What’s wrong, baby?” The smug tone in his voice was apparent as you felt the bed dip even further, his chest now pressing against your back. He leaned down, mouth inches away from the shell of your ear, his breath fanning over your skin, sending yet another wave of shivers down your spine. “Did I wake you up?” He whispered, the corner of his lip curling into a smirk.
The pillow beneath your head bunches as your fingers tighten around the fabric, gripping it in your palm. “Don’t act innocent, you know for a fact you woke me up on purpose with your constant poking.” You turn your body even further away from him in retaliation.
You heard a scoff falling from his lips. “It’s not my fault your lazy ass takes ages to wake up.” You felt his hand coming down to rest on your bare hip from where your tank top had ridden up. Leaning down, his lips dragged softly against the back of your neck.
“No one else in the world wakes up at 6 AM on a weekend but you, Guk.” You shot back, which only earns you a snort from him. He trails soft kisses up the side of your neck, a light featherly touch that has you craving for more.
“Who said anything about 6AM?” He presses one last kiss against your flushed cheek before pulling back. “I knew you had no sense of time, but this is just a whole new level.” He smiled that stupid smug grin of his that made you want to do nothing else but wipe it off.
“What are you talking about?” You grumble in annoyance, not bothering to open your eyes. This was one of the rare mornings you didn’t have to drag yourself out of bed for your dreaded university lectures. Not to mention, the campus itself was a nightmare to navigate—always loud and irritating. Especially in the mornings, when all you wanted to do was to sink back into the comfort of your warm bed.
“It’s 4PM, baby” His voice lowered to a soft rumble. Your eyes snap open. Yes you were lazy, yes you loved sleeping above anything else, but you hated being unproductive, of feeling as if you wasted an entire day lazing around in bed. As fast as lightning you’re sitting up, causing the wooden bed to creak under your added pressure. Jungkook could only smile in amusement from beside you, no doubt taking in your disheveled appearance - hair a mess, clothes wrinkled, eyes puffy from sleep.
“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner!” You whine, reaching out for your phone on the nightstand, eyes taking a moment to adjust to the screen. The bold letters ‘6:15AM’ flash on the homescreen of your phone. Your mind dawns in realization, your head snaps towards Jungkook who lays against the wooden headboard smugly. His arms resting behind his head, sheets pooling against his waist - leaving his toned chest and delicious abs to view. If you weren’t so irritated you would have jumped his bones no doubt.
“Oh whoops, I must’ve read the time wrong.” He shrugged as if it were no big deal. You launched yourself onto him in an instant, causing him to let out a ‘yelp’ in surprise. You knew his weakness, knew it like the back of your hand - tickles. It was a very effective method if you do say so yourself.
He let out a strained, breathless laugh as your fingers mercilessly danced against the sides of his bare torso, the bed thrashed and creaked from the movements of his attempts at escape. “Stop, Stop, I’m sorry!” He chanted as he tried to get ahold of your wrists. Through many months of perfecting Jungkook’s weakness, you had become quite the expert on dodging his attempts to stop your tickling.
“This is what you get!” Your eyes crinkled at the corners, a wide smile you made no effort to hide, appearing on your lips. To get a better angle, you swung a leg over his torso, successfully straddling his hips, your fingers never haltering their torturous movements against the sides of his ribs. He was laughing so hard you could see a vein popping out from the side of his neck from the strain. “Now you’ll know to never disrupt my sleep!”
In a moment of distraction, he got a hold of your wrists, turning the both of you around in an instant. You let out an ‘oof’ sound as your back hit the mattress with more force than he had probably intended. The grip of his hands on your wrists only tightened as he forced them above your head, keeping them steady against the pillow.
“Woah, whoah, whoa there, calm down pretty lady” His voice came out in a breathless chuckle, you felt a pang of pride in your chest for reducing him to such a state - even if it was just from a tickle attack.
“Shut up Jungkook, you lied to me and made me miss on my precious and very much needed beauty sleep!” you ramble, struggling against his hold as he tightened his hands around your wrists.
“I had to get you up somehow, knowing you, nothing else would have worked.” He leaned down to start pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck, his warm tongue darting out to taste your skin. The feeling made you shiver against him.
“T-that’s not an excuse!” You weakly argue, feeling the way his bare chest pressed you down against the mattress even further. His mouth continued its assault on your senses, trailing up further against the side of your neck before his breath fanned against the shell of your ear.
“Shhh” He whispered, his hand coming up to cup one of your breasts in his warm hand, thumb brushing over one of your hard nipples and feeling it pebble even further. A small gasp escapes your lips as he starts to grind his very clear and persistent bulge against your clothed core.
You can’t help but scoff “I can’t believe my tickles got you horny…they were supposed to be the ultimate weapon again-” Your voice was cut short when his lips pressed against yours in a sudden frenzied kiss. They were warm and soft as they moved in accordance with yours. His teeth sunk down against your bottom lip, to which you gasp at the feeling. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into the wet cavern of your mouth, tongue intertwining with yours.
“Guk…” You moan softly against his lips, your legs parting instinctively to feel the straining erection pressing directly against your clothed clit. You let out a breathless moan, bucking your hips up towards his, grinding yourself against him in hopes of finding much needed friction. He groaned against your lips, pushing his own hips against yours. The both of you gasp at the feeling. He pulled away from the kiss with your bottom lip caught between his teeth. He watches as it falls back into place when he lets go. He leans down to pepper kisses over your collarbone.
You let out a strangled moan when he hooks a finger to the hem of your tank top and raises it up enough to reveal your bare breasts to his gaze, your already hardened nipples exposed to the warm air of the room. It was still early morning, the birds chirped outside and the hallways of the apartment were quiet. He wastes no time in leaning down and taking one of your rosy peaks into his mouth, his tongue lavishing over the sensitive peak, teeth grazing against your skin. “Jungkook!” Your back arches off the mattress of the bed, your hips grinding sloppily against his even faster. “P-please” You whimper, hands Intertwining between his brown locks.
He released your nipple with a soft ‘pop’ watching attentively as the skin around it reddens from his ministrations. “Please what, baby?” He mumbles lazily, leaning down to dart his tongue out and flicking it against the nub. Your toes curl into the mattress as his other hand comes up to tug and twist at your other nipple.
“P-Please…I need you” You gasp in pleasure, in other circumstances you would’ve felt embarrassed as you felt his smirk against the valley of your breasts - but not today, not when you were this horny, not when he manages to reduce you to such a state.
He looks up at you through hooded eyes. He shakes his head, his thumb and pointer finger pinches and tugs at your nipple even harder, causing you to whimper. “Need what? Use your words, princess. I’m not a fucking mind reader” You shiver at the authoritative tone in his voice, under other conditions you would have slapped his head upside down if he talked to you that way - today you relished in it.
“M-mouth” your words were choppy, hoping to get away with saying the minimal possible thing. Your cheeks were already burning in embarrassment and lust. Jungkook shook his head once more, the smirk that once adorned his face was replaced by a deep scowl.
“Are you trying to get on my nerves?” With narrowed eyes he drank in your rosy cheeks and the way your mouth was slightly parted. He sat back on his haunches, eyes trailing down the expanse of your body as he rested his hands on your hips, his thumb stroking the skin underneath the waistband of your pyjama shorts. “I’ll ask you one more time. What do you want? Tell what it is you need from me, baby”
“I need your mouth! your tongue, cock, anything!” You gasp out in desperation, only serving to deepen the red on your cheeks. You could see the way a triumphant, smug, grin broke out on his face. He wasted no time gripping the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down and off your legs - the fabric falling carelessly onto the floor.
“Such a good girl” He cooed, leaning in to press a deep, filthy kiss against your lips - all tongue and spit. His fingers reached down between your legs to graze dangerously low on your inner thigh. Your moans were muffled by his lips against yours before he broke the kiss.
“Stop teasing me” You buck your hips up, breath catching in your throat as he shifts his thigh to rest between your legs. The added pressure to your clothed clit fueled your desires even further, hips grinding against the straining muscle with no ounce of shame. He flexed the muscle of his thigh, watching transfixed as you pleasured yourself.
“Fuck baby, look at you” He slurred with lust, his eyes darkening at the sight “So wet and needy” He chuckled when he saw a wet spot forming onto his grey sweatpants. He removed his thigh from between your legs, causing you to whine in annoyance - your protest doesn’t last long as he hooks a finger to the waistband of your soaked panties and tugs them all the way down your legs.
He lets out a low whistle at the sight, reaching down to grip the back of your thighs and parting your legs to reveal your soaked puffy folds. You prop up on your forearms as he adjusts his head between your legs, guiding your thighs to rest over his shoulders. “So fucking wet…” His breath fanned over your glistening folds causing your hands to fist the sheets beneath you.
“Oh kookie…” You whimper softly, your eyebrows furrowed and lips parted as you watched his every movement in anticipation. He brought one of his fingers to slide up your slit, gathering the wetness onto his digit. He parts your wet folds with his pointer and middle finger, groaning at the sight before him as he eyes your pussy like a starved man. He leaned in to take a deep, eye-rolling sniff at your pussy. Your cheeks burst into literal flames. “That’s so dirty…” You whisper, biting your lip.
“What is?” He raised a brow, his hooded eyes landing on yours as he lifted his head up slightly. “Can’t a guy appreciate his woman’s pussy? Especially if it’s as sexy as yours, pink and wet…and oh so fucking deliscious…”
He leans in and licks a bold, wet strip against your folds from your entrance all the way up your clit. You gasp at the sensation, your hand shooting out to grip his hair. He hums against your pussy, eyes closing in concentration as his tongue lavishes against your folds. You could only throw your head back in ecstasy, your mind hazy and eyes blurry. When he plops off your pussy, you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and slight annoyance. That is, until you see him gather saliva into his mouth, eyes locked on yours as he spits onto your folds.
Your mouth fell open at his action, feeling even more turned on. You buck your hips up against his mouth, curling your toes as his lips circled around your clit and gave the bundle of nerves a hard suck. Your body fell limp against the mattress. The room filled with the lewd sounds of his mouth against your wet folds. “M-more” You whimper as you felt the tip of his middle finger circle against your entrance, he then released your clit with a ‘pop’
“Look at me.” His voice booms against the walls of the fairly quiet bedroom. Your eyes snap to his at his command, biting your lip as his finger slips all the way inside you. “If you look away I’ll stop.” He promised, slowly thrusting his finger in and out of your velvety walls. Leaning down, his nose nuzzled against your clit as his tongue drew shapes against your slit, oozing out more wetness from you.
“Oh guk…” You moan, as you tug at his hair, bucking your hips up against his fingers as he adds a second, then a third. His eyes remained locked on yours at all times, hooded and filled with unmistaken lust. “I love the way you look at me.” You say breathlessly, tightening your thighs around his head. He hums against your folds, his tongue darting out to flick against your clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking harshly onto the nub, his teeth grazing against the sensitive area. His fingers curl inside you, finding that spongey, soft area where he begins to concentrate all his efforts on, his fingers thrusting against it over and over again until you’re a moaning mess beneath him.
“Fuck! Right there…oh Guk, don’t stop!” You moan repeatedly with no real consciousness of what you were saying - too far gone for coherent thoughts. His fingers set a fast, rough pace, causing the room to echo with the sounds of your wetness, meanwhile his mouth sucks harshly against your clit. It was more than enough to push you over the edge, your thighs trembling between his head as your orgasm washed over you.
“Oh my god-” You choke out, your eyes rolling back in your head, hips bucking frantically against his face, riding out your mind-blowing orgasm. You fall limp against the mattress when the feeling starts to subside. Jungkook releases your clit with a last suck and slowly extracts his fingers from your soaked pussy. He brings his fingers coated with your arousal into his mouth, tongue darting out for a taste. Your cheeks burn at the sight of him humming in pleasure.
“So deliscious…sweetest pussy ever.” His voice was thick and laced with lust, smiling down at you as he leans down to brace his forearms on either side of your head. He captures your lips with his, humming when you taste yourself on his tongue. One of his hands disappears into the waistband of his sweatpants, taking out his painfully hard cock from the confines of his boxers. Breaking the kiss, your mouth salivates at the sight, thick droplets of pre-cum sliding down his cock from the slit at the tip of his puffy cockhead. “Eyes on me.”
Your eyes snap back to him as he slowly gives his cock a couple of lazy strokes. “C-condom…” You remind him when you feel the tip of his cock slide against your folds to collect your wetness. You can feel him groan in annoyance at your reminder, a petulant pout forming on his lips. It amazed you how quick he could go from a sexy, dominant man to a cute, doe-eyed boy.
“I thought you were on birth control.” He says as he continues to rub his cock against your slick folds - your breath coming out slightly ragged.
“I am…but you know it’s not 100% effective, it’s better safe than sorry.” You reach out towards the night stand and fish blindly for the half-empty box of condoms. It was standard procedure at this point as he takes the condom from your hand with much reluctance.
“This is stupid…” He complains as he rips the packet open with his fingers, grabbing the rubber and placing it against his cock, rolling out the material so it fits snugly against his hard cock. He hissed at the feeling. “I hate wearing this shit”
Before you could educate him on the importance of protection, his cock was already nudging instantly against your entrance. “Please don’t talk. It’ll ruin the mood.” you would’ve gotten offended if it weren’t for the delicious stretch of his cock sliding inside you, inch by torturous inch. You whimper at the feeling, reaching out to press his chest against yours, your legs wrapping around his waist. You both moan in unison. Your back arches as he easily slides the rest of the way inside you, his hips resting snuggly against yours.
“Shit” He curses under his breath, leaning down to bury his face in the crook of your neck. You could only whimper at the feeling of being so utterly full, stretched out by the man on top of you - your Jungkook. “You feel so fucking good…” He slurs with lust, his mouth trailing open-mouthed kisses against the side of your neck.
“P-please move kook…” At your breathy whisper Jungkook shudders, hips pulling back just enough to leave the tip inside you before slamming back down against you. The both of you let out a strangled moan at the feeling. He sets a fast, rough pace, his cock sliding in and out of you at a steady rhythm, one that has the whole bed rocking and headboard slamming against the wall.
“That’s it…take my cock…” He throws his head back in a prolonged, deep groan, his eyes shuddering closed. You were a whimpering mess beneath him, your tits bouncing with each harsh thrust - feeling every inch of his hard cock inside you. He grips the back of your thighs and presses them down towards your chest, folding you nearly in half. This allows his cock to find that perfect spot inside you. His cock pounds into you even harder as he sits back on his haunches, using his thigh muscles to help thrust even deeper inside you, the tip of his cock kissing your g-spot over and over again.
You were a babbling mess beneath him, making no coherent sentences and letting out drawled out moans that had Jungkook hypnotised. He re-doubled his efforts, slamming into you with renowned vigour. He leaned down to catch one of your bouncing tits into his mouth. The feeling of his lips around your sensitive nipple was enough to leave you in a stuttering mess.
He plops off your nipple and leans down to press his forehead against yours, his hips never faltering their rhythm as his eyes bore into yours. “ohhh my- god,” you cry, he was fucking you so good it was turning your brain into mush. He opens his mouth to let a droplet of his sticky spit land against your cheek.
“hnngh…love this pussy” He slurs incoherently, throwing his head back once more as his rhythm starts to become sloppy and uncoordinated. With a last shuddering whimper, the second orgasm of the morning washed over you. Your whole body convulsing as you drag your nails down the expanse of his back, his name falling from your lips in a never ending mantra.
It didn’t take much long after that Jungkook was spilling himself into the condom, your name falling from his lips in a deep rumble. His thrusts were shallow and slow, riding out both your orgasms. He released his grip on your thighs and gently cradled your body against his chest. His weight pushed you against the mattress as his cock softened inside you.
“Holy shit” He panted against the side of your neck “I should wake you up at 6AM everyday if this is the type of sex we’ll have.” That earns him a pinch to the side by your fingers, he yelps at the feeling, reaching out to hold your hand in his. “Hey, no need to get violent…I was only joking…” The feeling of his lips curling into a smirk had you thinking otherwise.
You roll your eyes and slowly turn your head to capture his gaze with yours. “As much as I’m enjoying this moment, I really, really need to pee.”
He lets out an incredulous scoff “Hold it in. I need affection and love, woman” He nuzzled his nose onto the side of your neck once again.
“Baby please, I’m dying here!” You wiggled in discomfort, already feeling the pressure in your lower abdomen, you hadn’t peed all night, it was only fair that he let you now. With a drawn out sigh he starts to slide his softening cock out of you, hissing as it makes contact with the cool air of the room. He collapsed next to you on the bed. You quickly slide out off the mattress and pad towards the bathroom.
Jungkook can’t help but marvel at the sight of your bare body, the way your ass bounced with each step you took. He could already feel his cock starting to harden at the sight. “Fuck…hurry up babe! We’re far from done.”
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on hold; jack abbot x f!trauma surgeon!reader
when push comes to shove, sometimes there’s cracks in your relationship that can only be mended with time and patience.
warnings: pregnancy & pregnancy loss, heated arguments, emotional numbness, postpartum depression, overexertion via work, drug mention, parental disownment, jack being a widow is finally mentioned! word count: 3.2k notes: this was a pretty heavy chapter to write. pennsylvania is a middle-third state, meaning reproductive rights for women are protected but with limitations- i’m from california and it’s a top-third state, so i tried my best to represent that- there’s a reason abbot lowballed the measurements. miscarriages are a hard experience for any woman to go through especially one that could have severely damaged a woman’s health which has happened to women in the states. i urge you to stand for women's rights as there is an infringement on them worldwide. feliz dia de las madres :)
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Jack knew before you did, he knew your body, knew the time of the month when you’d have your period without fail. It was second nature to him.
It was the middle of February when you found out you were pregnant, Jack liked to brag that he knew a week before just from your off-putting cravings and the fact that you wanted to stay in for Valentine’s Day. He still acted surprised the day you told him, the bloodwork, the pregnancy test Heather gave you, the three ClearBlues, all indicative of you being pregnant. That night he told you he already knew, but figured it would be offensive to ask you to take a pregnancy test out of the blue.
By March, you were aching to tell someone other than your confined circle. Dana knew, Heather knew therefore, Robby knew, and Bridget knew. You resisted telling your parents, they were on your case when it came to your late twenties, believing it was your “prime”, Jack did not know how to phrase it to his mom, so you both just settled on waiting. You weren’t showing, but the middle of the night heartburns had you waking up almost choking and freaking the fuck out of Jack.
You peed more often, craved salt with sweetness, your body was retaining more water than usual and it made your skin feel more elastic. You opted for night shift only as the morning sickness was consistent, bought a better pair of sneakers for comfort. You were a Doctor yet pregnancy on you was uncharted territory.
The one day you chose day shift, the middle of March, you retrospectively wish you hadn't. It was a hot day in Pittsburgh, 99 degrees and only rising every few hours.
You had two patients come in with “eye splitting”, “brain exploding” headaches, both frat boys. They were high off laced weed, luckily nothing too dangerous, they just needed hydration and observation.
By 3 pm you had a surgical case, a 20 year old female in hemorrhagic shock from a pelvic fracture during her diving class, in need of an angioembolization. You swore you could almost curse Gloria for not hiring more interventional radiologists, therefore you had to perform it. An hour and a half goes by and you’re sending her to post-op and yourself to the maternity ward.
The pain in your back was if someone pulled your arms back and kicked your spine in, you were feverish and sweaty all over, your heart was thumping out of your chest.
“I just need an ultrasound Jenna” you pressed on as she kept on telling you that you were okay, that the last check up two weeks ago was fine, your fetus was healthy and growing. She saw the look on your face, one she’s seen one too many times. She scurrying you into an imaging room.
“The gel’s going to be cold” she murmured, putting her glasses on as you laid down on the bed. The room went mute as she examined, her expression being grave and nervous. “Y/n, we need to admit you, now” she said, putting the transducer away and removing her gloves immediately.
“Why?” you used your elbows to anchor yourself up. You saw the millions of thoughts race through her head as she got new gloves and a spare I.V. drip, immediately whipping out her phone to text, “I miscarried?” your voice broke, realizing her urgency.
“You’re septic, your body is actively miscarrying, do you want me to call Ja-“.
Throughout your career you’ve had to call more family members than you can count about mandatory evacuation of the fetus, emergency hysterectomy, pelvic fractures, the works. You gave those calls only to be met with judgmental, distraught, sometimes awkward, other times incompetent, partners on the other line. Jack was none of those but the common denominator was, they would rather their partner tell them than the woman who just operated on their partner. Jack had to hear it from you. Had to know you were conscious and not under the scalpel you basically lived with.
“No- No, can you bring Heather please?” you cleared your throat, trying to process everything.
Jenna brought a wheelchair out to wheel you into a room, grabbing a hold of your arm and using the blood pressure cuff to find a vein for your I.V. “We can do this one of two ways, D&C or antibiotics” she told you, “For your sake I’d do a D&C, ultimately it’s up to you, it is a bit painful afterward but with a guaranteed outcome- we’ll put you under. Antibiotics we’d have to keep you-“.
“D&C” you responded, “Please”.
“Okay, I’ll alert Collins, she’ll come afterwards, let’s get you prepped love” she told you.
You don’t remember anything afterwards, you do remember waking up in post-op, groggy from the anesthesia. Heather and Dana at your bedside. It hurt all over, mentally speaking, your limbs felt too heavy and you felt trapped.
“We’re going to keep her for another hour then could either of you take her home?” you heard a voice speak, another muffled voice saying ‘yes’.
“What time is it?” you croaked from lack of the intubation tube.
“It’s 4:30 hon, they’re going to keep you until 5 and then Heather is going to take you home” Dana spoke up, hands patting your head to soothe you. “None of the staff knows you’re here, I forbade Robby from letting Jack know until you’re ready”.
You nodded, throat bobbing from the overwhelming sense of pain and frustration. Your teeth and jaw remained clenched, you were angry, hurt, confused, most importantly, you were grieving. A sob broke out of you, the croaks that left your throat haunted both Dana and Heather.
It was a long hour, an even longer car ride to your home. You had no idea what to tell Jack or how you even got to that point. When Heather’s car pulled in instead of yours and she helped you out of the car, confusion was the only thing that crowded his mind. He took over for Heather, saying thank you before she gave your forehead a kiss and bid you both a goodbye. Leading you into the house, seeing the pained expression on your face, he didn’t know if he should pry or give you space. You took a seat on the barstools at your island, eyes devoid of emotion, Jack stood at the counter, looking at you, studying you.
“They-“ you tried to speak up, Jack’s ears perking, “Jenna had to perform a D&C on me today” you broke the news, “I was miscarrying and about to go into septic shock when Jenna gave me the ultrasound after I had a woman needing an angioembolization” you whispered, biting your bottom lip so hard you could taste the blood. You didn’t cry, you just told him. There was not a sheer worse pain than the cramps that overtook your body, but you could see it on Jack’s face. His normal, playful, stoicism was gone and he looked just as numb as you.
It broke your heart. You told him like you always do when he asks how it was at work.
He breathed deeply before speaking, walking towards you in order to place a kiss on your forehead, “They got everything?”.
You nodded, “I just- I need some time” your voice cracked the tiniest bit. You shrugged him off before making your painful way to the en-suite in your bedroom.
It hurt to pee, to stand, you gripped onto the support bar for dear life, blood trailed down your legs and pain raked through your entire body. Jack could hear your sobs from the living room. It hurt to breathe.
Jack laid out your clothes, your heating pad, and was already making you soup. You stared at the bed for minutes which felt like hours. Your back would spasm with pain every few minutes. You dressed, got into the bed and wrapped yourself in the blankets.
Jack walked in with the soup in hand, blowing on it so it wouldn’t burn your tongue. You remained asleep, in pain but asleep. He took his spot next to you, wrapping his arms securely around yours, letting your nervous system regulate. He let you sob into his chest, told you to drink water and eat so you can heal.
You couldn’t. He wasn’t going to force you. Whimpers left your body as it ran feverish, Jack immediately put a cold compress on the nape of your neck. He didn’t know the words to say to remedy you. But he sure made up for it action wise.
The days following you let him take care of you, Gloria had called and gave you all the time you’d want off, it counted as bereavement pay, the amount of times you and Jack worked overtime, you had enough days for a near two months. Heather came over to hang out with you and on her day off, Robby came to have beers with Jack in the backyard.
You weren’t in so much pain after a few days, the insomnia that hit you worried both you and Jack. Most days you didn’t speak so the irritability that coursed through you whenever something remotely pissed you off never made its way off your tongue. You decided you should tell your mom, wanting drive down to Boston the next day. Jack wanted whatever you wanted, even if it meant not spending time with you or taking care of you. Interactions with you were sparing to begin with. It was a 9 hour drive, of course he was worried, it was what you needed, he had no mind to take that from you.
You left at 3 am, you stopped by the Pitt to say bye to him, it was the first time in a week anyone saw you and they didn’t know why. Rumors spread, first it was relationship issues, someone in your family died, maybe cheating.
It wasn’t that bad of a car ride, when you reached your mom’s house 2 hours earlier than expected, she was worried you were driving all night without Jack. Once you made it to your mom’s arms, you instantly just broke. But then you remembered, the only person that got you, understood and truly comforted you, was Jack- and Heather.
“At least you weren’t pregnant for that long” your mom started as you both sat down on the living room couch, there was a silence between you both as you genuinely wondered if those words had left your mom’s mouth or you were going crazy, “Look at the brigh-“.
“There is no bright side to this mom” you groaned, irritability finally running its course, “I lost a baby for pete sake’s, when this happened to Y/s/n my god I can’t even put into words how you were”.
“Well let’s be realistic, Y/s/n wasn’t putting herself at risk because she waited for what? For a career?” she prodded, “Not to mention look who you’re with Y/n, both of you are way too old to be thinking of kids, move on from that stage- you’re not even married”.
“I have to drive hours to see you yet you drop everything to be with Y/s/n and she lives across the country” you raked a hand through your hair, “And what the fuck do you mean?”.
“Do not raise your voice at me” your mom shouted at you, “You and I both know it is more common-“.
“I’m sorry who the fuck went to medical school out of the two of us?” you cut her off, “There’s a risk every single pregnancy, you think because I’m 33 I deserve to be handed this for ‘betraying my femininity’ for a career? You don’t seem to mind said career when you’re googling xyz and calling me in the middle of the fucking night”.
She remained stunned, “You’re hormonal, you’re not thinking rat-“.
“I am fine!” you broke, gritting your teeth, “You know I’ve always had dreams about you at my wedding but don’t even fucking bother anymore” you told her, putting the nail to the coffin, grabbing your car keys. By 1 pm you were as far away as humanly possible.
You made it to Pittsburgh at 11 pm, traffic took a hold on the interstate. You had stopped in Philly to get cheesesteaks for you and Jack. When you got home, his truck wasn’t in the driveway. You pulled out your phone to text him you were back, smiling at the lock screen.
It was one of the first photos you took with Jack, you both were in a trauma room in Daryl Kennedy’s chest cavity and Jack had identified the bleeder before thinking of pressure. Blood coated all over his gown and face, when you guys exited out of the room, it looked like you both saw war. So Bridget took it upon herself to snap a photo.
From babe; Back so soon?
The same way you didn’t want Jenna to be the one to break the news to him, you didn’t want him finding out about your mom via text.
You ended up crashing on the couch, the prolonged driving, the arguing. You were grateful for the fact that you and Jack often disagreed but never got into heated arguments that left you both with a sour taste in your mouth. You won the lottery when it came to understanding and communicative partners, you thanked therapy on both of your parts and the fact that you guys suffered in the beginning, basically making everything else easier.
You woke up from Jack coming home at 7 in the morning, unlocking the front door and accidentally dropping his keys on the doorstep. You got up to stretch, feeling like you reeked of the air conditioner from your car. You met him at the door, his smile making you feel better.
“Thought you were going to spend the night over there?” he told you, hanging his keys on the rack, kissing you as he walked to the kitchen.
Jack refused to treat you like fragile porcelain, he knew you hated it just as much as he did when he got his leg amputated. So, he’d talk to you normally, avoiding talking about the subject unless you brought it up. Only thing he did refuse was sex, you needed to heal internally. He did give you massages every other night, you’d beg him to massage your clit only for him to try and the contraction of your vagina to cause pain in your pelvis.
“We got in an argument” you confessed, trailing behind him, “Didn’t really end so well”.
“Wanna talk about it?” He asked as he went into the fridge for his water jug.
“She insinuated this happened because I focused on being a surgeon in my twenties- I passed my prime and knew the risks” you sighed.
“What do you think?”.
“I think I was just careless, I was working long days, overtime and always on my feet- I was stressing myself out” you shrugged.
“You weren’t careless Y/n” he said before taking a swig of water, “Hell do you not remember the amount of books we bought?” he chuckled, “We’ll- you’ll get through this”.
“We will” you clarified, “It takes two” you joked. It was the first time you had- if anything this is the most Jack’s gotten out of you in days.
After a moment of comfortable silence, you gave him a hug, leading him to kiss the top of your head. “I’m sorry” you whispered.
“For?”.
“I’ve nudged you out of this” you sighed, “I don't even know how you feel”.
He looked into your eyes, “I feel like we should wait, let time run its course” he got closer to you, “When the time comes, it’ll come”. Jack had a staring problem, made you swoon, made others intimidated, “But for now we need to focus on you”. Those were the same eyes you fell in love with, the eyes you wish your children would have, “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”.
“I feel like I’ve rushed and forced this whole thing” you sighed, tears slightly welling up in your eyes, “Would we have gotten engaged if we didn’t almost break up over that argument?” you were spilling every thought and word, you knew him, you knew he wouldn’t get defensive over something you felt, “Better yet kids? Would that have even been a thought a couple months ago?”.
He sighed before squatting down so you can look down at him rather than up this entire time, it hurt the hell out of his back and put more pressure than he’d be comfortable with on his prosthetic. “I’ve wanted both of those things, before and during you” he took your knees in his hands, “It was hard to come to terms with it especially after already-“ he’s grip on your knees went tense, “It was always a ‘when and where’ with you. Before, dating, marriage, hell even hookups, kids, all were off the tables- not even a thought. I have to admit I’ve had my doubts, I’ve had vices and moments where I felt like I couldn’t be enough for you, couldn’t be enough to be there for you” he confessed, your hands found their way to his, “But I’m not me without you”.
“I’m not me without you either” you spoke up, “You’ve been more than enough help to me Jack” you slowly appreciated, “I need time. So much time that I can’t put a limit on” you spared breath, swallowing the shudder, “I love you, I don’t want this to break us”.
“Y/n, you could never drag me out of this, unless it was something you really wanted” he told you, “You’re it for me- for as long as you’ll have me”.
You returned to work that Monday, working day shifts, your engagement ring shining again the fluorescents. It turned down the rumors of the nurses, the silence as they saw you working was enough. The warmth of Pittsburgh cascading through the air, spring in full swing.
By the middle of April, you decided to take a test, two weeks of sporadic and careful passion with your fiance. As the lines indicated a pregnancy, you immediately dropped everything that night, driving to PTMC as quickly as you could. You stole Jack away from his job, he was worried for you, thinking you were hurt, only for you to ask for a blood test. All indicative of pregnancy.
dividers by @cafekitsune
#jack abbot#jack abbot x reader#jack abbot smut#jack abbot angst#the pitt#michael robinavitch#the pitt x reader#x reader#shawn hatosy#vanilleandclove
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Sir, Please.

Pair: Wonwoo x f.reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut. 18+ only (MDNI).
Summary: Wonwoo doesn’t mind keeping you at the edge if it means watching you fall apart.
Warnings: Dom!Wonwoo, Sir! kink, edging, cockwarming, unprotected sex (stay safe, children), squirting, clitoral stimulation, lots of making out, creampie, pussy slapping (like once), overstimulation, dacryphilia, breast play, wrist pinning, dirty talk, use of pet names (Sir, good girl, darling, love, baby, sweetie), glorious aftercare (Wonu is the best), fluff. Please let me know if i missed something. Not proofread, might come back to fix up errors.
WC: 3k
Author’s note: First smut piece for Wonwoo my love. This was only supposed to be post-sex cuddles fluff but thought it was the right time to finally write smut for my favorite boy. As is the plot of this piece, good things come to those who wait 😏 Enjoy!
Tagging fellow Wonu lovers @multi-kpop-fanfics @playmetheclassics for the chaos.
“What’re you doing?” Your boyfriend quizzed, your bare body still on top of his, a cheek resting against his bare chest.
“Doodling,” you mumbled casually as your finger continued to draw lazy patterns on his side.
“Darling, it tickles.”
“I don’t see you flinching.”
“You’re on top of me. If I flinch, you might fall.” He stated matter-of-factly.
You craned your neck to look up at him, flashing a wide grin momentarily, “then suffer.”
You shook along with Wonwoo as he laughed at your reply, a strong arm secured tightly around your torso, while his free hand cradled the back of your head.
A large smile was permanently etched on Wonwoo’s face as you both laid in comfortable silence. When he had collapsed onto you just minutes ago after reaching his climax, he had asked so nicely if he could stay inside a little longer and who were you to complain? You’ve craved for this kind of intimacy with him for awhile now after being both so busy with work.
“You’re lucky i love you,” Wonwoo declared as he kissed the top of your head.
You hummed in response, trailing your fingers again on his side, nails lightly scratching on his skin, “did you just write ‘i love you too’ on my ribs?” He laughs, and you nod an affirmative.
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and snuggling more into your boyfriend’s chest. Now would be a good time for time to stand still. The setting sun casted warm hues of light inside your bedroom and while the airconditioning was cold, Wonwoo was radiating just the right amount of heat to keep you from shivering.
“I’ve missed you,” you blurted out.
“I know, sweetheart. I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed this,” another kiss was placed on top of your head, “i’m sorry i’ve been so busy.”
“I’m sorry too,” you sighed, resting your chin on his pecs to face him. “I wish i had more time to visit you in practice, or even just see you for lunch.”
“That’s okay, darling. We’re both just in our busy season. It will be over soon, yeah?” This time, Wonwoo’s palm was rubbing circular motions on the small of your back. “I was thinking we should go on a vacation when this all boils over.”
Your eyes grew wide, excited at your boyfriend’s suggestion, “really?”
“Yeah, maybe the countryside? Or out of the country? Where do you want?”
A blush crept up your cheeks at Wonwoo’s gesture of letting you choose, but honestly, you could’ve just stayed at your home and it would be okay. The last time you had a vacation, he made you choose the place too but this time, you didn’t really have a shortlist of destinations. You craned your neck to kiss his lips shortly, “surprise me?” You smiled shyly, “maybe somewhere peaceful and with fresh air? Anywhere as long as it’s with you is all I want, darling.”
“Okay, i’ll plan it out.” He confirmed before rolling you both over so his body hovered above yours
“Where are you going?” You pouted when he made a move to slip out of you.
“I need to clean you up, sweetie.”
You hooked a leg around his waist in retaliation, not at all ready to feel empty just yet. You attempted the most doe eyes you could muster, looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes and clenching your pussy as you did so, “Don’t you wanna fuck me one more time?”
Wonwoo scoffed at your question, the corner of his lips pulling into a devious smile at your sweet tone, “can’t get enough, darling?” His voice was lower by a few octaves, enough to send a shiver through your spine and a gush of wetness in your cunt.
“N-no, sir.”
Wonwoo smirked at the nickname before doing an experimental thrust. When your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he simply chuckled before dragging his cock out slowly and then swiftly burying himself to the hilt, rendering you even more speechless than you were. He could feel the rhythmic spasming of your walls, causing him to grow harder and harder.
You cupped his face to bring it closer to yours, kissing him and sucking at his lower lip. Wonwoo smiles in the kiss, amused at your neediness especially when he feels you lift your hips and roll them on his.
“Eager are we?”
“Wonuuu,” you whined pathetically, clawing at his back.
“Wonu?” he questioned with a glare, pinning you to the mattress agressively, “that’s not what you called me minutes ago, darlin’”
“Well, I don’t know where he went. Maybe if you give me what I want then I’ll start calling you it again,” you smirked, dragging your nails a little more harshly on his skin making him hiss.
Wonwoo rolls his eyes, only to dive into your right breast and suck harshly at the bud, eliciting a loud moan from you. He snakes his hand in between you both, thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in circles, immediately feeling you clench around his dick again.He mutters something about you being responsive but it flies over your head as he picks up his pace. The slide is much easier given your mixed cum and your new arousal so it takes him record time to hit your sweet spot. Every ridge and vein on his cock drags against your walls in a way that’s more delicious than awhile ago.
“S-sir, pl-pleaasee,” you shake, the pit of your stomach tightening as you arch your back.
“Does my darling want to cum?” The nickname sounds sickly sweet as it rolls off his tongue and it only helps you get closer to the edge.
You nod your head repetitively, chants of ‘yes’s’ and ‘oh’s’ spilling from your lips, but then Wonwoo withdraws his hand from your sensitive bud and stills inside of you, a vice grip around your body as he licks the shell of your ear, “you don’t get to cum until I say so.” The words were loud, clear and firm, in a tone you knew all too well.
“But Won—“ you cry out loud, tears forming in your eyes as you feel your climax painfully float away.
“Nuh uh,” two harsh thrusts are delivered straight to your gspot as your boyfriend hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, “Call me wrong again and I will not let you cum at all.”
“Fuuuuck,” you mewl from the way his cock rams into you with the new angle, following it up with whines at the thought of getting no release, “S-sorry, sir! ‘M sorry!”
“There it is. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Wonwoo mocks, “now be my good girl and hold it out for me, yeah?”
You’re a incoherent mess as you try to obey him, but it isn’t so easy when his large cock is abusing your sore, sloppy cunt. Words of filth pair each one of his powerful thrusts.
“My dirty little whore”
“So fuckin’ needy for my cock.”
“Can’t get enough of this pussy.”
“Your pussy is mine.”
“All made for me.”
You were letting out moans of pleasure as Wonwoo pounded into you mercilessly, the knot in your stomach making itself felt again.
“Fu– ah! Fuck, s-sir! Please!” You asked, but it only fell on deaf ears. Both your wrists were tightly pinned with just one of your boyfriend’s large hand above your head and his blown out pupils were looking right at you.
“Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum, please!!!” you begged shamelessly, voice shaking and legs closing in as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm.
“Not. Yet.” Wonwoo withdrew fully from your hole and you shrieked at the loss, your hips lifting to chase after his dick only to have it slammed down by his free hand.
“Sir!!!” You scowled, eyebrows scrunching and eyes wide, anger and pain washing away yet another failed orgasm.
A proud, lopsided smirk appeared on your boyfriend’s face. He licked his bottom lip, enjoying the torture he beset on you despite his painfully hard cock.
“What?”
It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking, you knew that much.
“Nothing,” you cowered and blinked back your tears, erasing the anger in your face much to your dismay.
“Good girl.”
You swallowed thickly, squirming once more when Wonwoo tapped his heavy length on your pussy, coating himself with your slippery wetness— not that he needed any more of it— before purposely slapping your swollen clit with his angry red tip. The stimulation from that alone already had your toes curling and it took every fibre of your being to not just unravel right there.
You should’ve known calling him ‘sir’ would lead to this, but behind the tearful denials, you knew immense pleasure awaits.
“Siirrr, p-please! I n-need it.”
“Shhh. Patience, darling. We’ve got lots of time.” The demonic chuckle Wonwoo let out had you whimpering pitifully, your hands fighting to break free from his hold.
It seemed your boyfriend was hell bent on prolonging your agony when he simply continues to endlessly tap his shaft on your clit as he pumps himself.
Wonwoo was not usually loud in bed, save for his occasional grunts and broken groans when he falls into bliss. However, he’s decided now would be the perfect time to make matters all the more worse for you. He was being loud about it all, no holds barred. The squelching noises of his dick against your wet lips is now easily drowned out by the guttural moans Wonwoo has let slip past his mouth. You thought his dirty talk is music? Well, this was a symphony.
You had thought you wouldn’t get close this time around since he wasn’t inside you but the relentless knocks on your clit and the obnoxiously loud moans of your boyfriend have proved you wrong. Your hands balled into fists and you squeezed your eyes shut, mentally fighting off the ball of pleasure in your lower abdomen.
“Look at you, fighting so hard,” Wonwoo snickers, pressing down the tip of his cock to your clit in slow circular motions, “show me how good you are yeah?”
“Yes yes yes! ‘M good! Your good girl, promise!” You were so far gone, pliant to each one of your boyfriend’s requests.
“So wet, you’re soiling the bed,” he points out the obvious, “what a fuckin’ mess.” Wonwoo saw another shiver run through you, indicating you were seconds away from release. So for the third time that day, he denies you of the very thing you crave for, letting go of your wrists and then landing a sharp smack to your pussy before completely backing away to watch you spasm and curl up into a ball of needy tears and pathetic whines.
Your head was spinning and your senses were more than heightened. The slippery feeling of your arousal between your thighs were making it harder for you to squeeze them shut and stay still. Wonwoo simply loomed over you, giving you enough time to stabilize your breathing and let your failed orgasm ebb away. He knew that if he’d put so much just as one finger on your skin, you’d cum right away. Contrary to his actions, he wanted you to cum, but that didn’t mean he wanted to see you cry for it first.
“S-sirr,” you sobbed.
A gentle touch carefully landed on your calf and when you didn’t flinch away, Wonwoo let out a sigh of relief, “Yes, baby?”
“Please,” your voice barely above a whisper, “n-need you…”
Whatever other words you had planned were swallowed by Wonwoo in a searing kiss. It was sloppy and messy, his skillful tongue darting to yours, teeth biting at your lips. You both moaned in unison when he impaled you on his cock once more.
“So big,” you groaned, initially amused at the delicious stretch until you realised, he’s had to hold off his own orgasm too.
Wonwoo gives it his all, jackhammering into you like it would be the last time. The sound of moans and skin slapping skin reverberate around the room. And then, there it is again, a coil so tight on your stomach, you fear you’re going delirious to the point of no return.
“Wo— Sir!” You quickly correct yourself, losing the least bit of dignity you had, tears drenching your cheeks, “i’m b-begging, p-please…”
The gentle kiss on your nose set a stark contrast from how his cock abused your sopping cunt, but relief finally took over you at the words whispered in your ear, “so good for me. Let go, baby. I got you.”
A strangled cry ripped out of your throat, your orgasm gloriously hitting you like a tidal wave. Wonwoo continued to talk you through it while holding down your convulsing body and slamming his hips into you, the sight of your pussy creaming his cock eventually producing broken moans from him.
“B-babe, too– ah! Too m-much!” More tears fell on your face as Wonwoo did deep snaps, his pelvic bone grinding on your clit.
“C’mon baby, m’ close. S-so close!”
Incomprehensible noises tumbled out of you when your boyfriend buried himself deep, pushing onto your sweetest spot and stilling there. Between his guttural groans, the perfect ‘O’ shape of his mouth and the thick loads of hot white cum that flooded your velvety walls, another coil snapped within you, a new round of arousal seeping out of your spent hole, except this time, much wetter and hitting you like a ton of bricks.
“Fuuuck, darling,” Wonwoo trembled as the last of his nectar oozed out, “did I just make you squirt?”
“Fuck off,” you scowled, wishing you had more energy to wipe the smug look plastered on your boyfriend’s face.
“So I did?” Wonwoo pursed his lips and scrunched his nose, a look you very much love but absolutely hate right now.
You let your bottom lip jut out in a pout, your brows drawing to the center of your face, “how could I not when you edged me like that!”
“You’re cute,” was his only response, very slowly slipping his softening cock out of you. Your sweet boyfriend peppered kisses all over your face, replacing your frown with a smile. “Did I make you feel good, darling?” He asked genuinely, not wanting to ever subject you to something which you didn’t enjoy doing.
You gave him a shy nod, pulling him closer by his neck to close the gap between your mouths and share a loving kiss, much like how it was way earlier. It didn’t take long for you to part, your lungs still recharging to full capacity after having all the air knocked out of you.
Wonwoo gave you more time to recover, resting his head on the crook of your neck to leave soft kisses on your skin, especially on the blooming bruises he left in his wake.
“Darling, you can’t sleep yet,” he shook you gently when he noticed your prolonged stillness.
A small whine escaped your lips, “but Woo… i’m tired.”
“I know, i know,” he hushed softly, “but we need to get you cleaned up and also, change the sheets. I’ll make it quick.”
You had no time nor energy to protest. You were simply being carried bridal style into the bathroom, your boyfriend making sure you peed before he went on to wash up yours and his sweaty body with warm water. He was so so tender with his touch, especially in all parts between your legs. He’d keep an observant eye to every reaction your face made, careful not to cause any pain.
“Can… can you be mine?” you squeaked, and Wonwoo giggled at the drunken look of love on your face. Every time you think nothing can top sex with your boyfriend in your own little list of World’s Most Wonderful Things, you’re reminded that aftercare by him exists.
“Darling, i’m already yours,” Wonwoo chuckles.
You noded with a grin, brain really starting to drift off into slumber, “I like that.”
He fixes his glasses by the bridge of his nose after giving you a once-over, now dressed in cotton panties and one of his large navy blue shirts which hung mid-thigh on you.
Wonwoo lifts you up to sit on the bathroom counter before cupping your cheeks to meet your eyes, “baby, can you sit here and wait for me for about 10 to 15 minutes, please? I need to change our sheets.”
He had expected you to whine and retaliate, knowing you were always extra clingy after sex, but you simply nodded and smiled. You think you felt his lips on your forehead but you aren’t too sure.
The moment Wonwoo slips out of the bathroom, you’re fighting not to fall asleep, but 15 minutes is long, and maybe you can just lean your head a bit on the cold marble tile—
“Let’s get you to bed, love,” the tall man chuckles as he lifts you in his arms. You swore it hadn’t been fifteen minutes, not even ten! But then he walks past your bed and out of your shared bedroom. The light of the hallway enough to stir your brain awake.
“Where are we going?” You ask, nuzzling your face on the crook of his neck as he cradles you into another room.
Wonwoo laughs at your question, “We have to take the guest bedroom for the night, darling. You’ve soaked through our mattress.”
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Hello so i have been craving angst then fluff so can you write scenarios with the uppermoons x reader, after a huge argument that ended up with the reader walking away from the fight then locking herself in their shared bedroom,and when they come back after duties they find out that she cried herself to sleep with her tear stained and red cheeks, she wakes up and they make up then cuddle (The argument is huge but they are both at fault and they are both right it's just different point of view since they are demons and she is a human).
Arguments with the Upper moons
You and your s/o had a huge argument wich caused you to leave and later cry yourself to sleep. How will they react?
Pairing: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Gyutaro x reader
(Gyutaro doing his usual scratching on himself in his part, toxic-ish relationship in his part as well, angst in every part)
Kokushibo

Your arguments are mostly about how emotionally unavailable he is and how much Kokushibo refuses to speak about his feelings. He never elaborates on what he is thinking right now or what he truly thinks of you, this relationship and his feelings for you. You know that Kokushibo is mediating when he is not training, meaning he has plenty of time to think. Why is he never sharing his feelings? You always voice out loud how much you appreciate and love your husband, but he never tells you the same things. Only occasional dry “I love you’s” and some “I appreciate your presence’s”.
You try to tell Kokushibo about how you want to hear more from him and what he truly thinks of you. Sometimes, you feel like he doesn’t love you at all with the way he acts so coldly around you.
Kokushibo’s voice is stern and condescending while arguing with you. He only states the most obvious things and still doesn’t admit his true feelings towards you. This makes your heart ache even more than before. Seeing the tears form in the corners of your eyes made him scoff quietly.
“Why are you crying now? Did I hurt your “feelings”?”
That last comment made a wave of nausea wash over your whole body. Before you let yourself throw up onto his feet, you quickly rushed into your shared bedroom to hide your crying face.
You ignored Kokushibo’s demands to open up the bedroom door for almost one hour until Muzan finally ordered a meeting with him. Tears continue to stream down your face as you curled up into a small ball below the sheets. Your bed felt eerily empty without your husband beside you, but right now, you don’t want him here. You didn’t know exactly when you fell asleep, but you woke up by cold fingers brushing against your now dry cheeks.
After you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Kokushibo kneeling beside you and gently caressing your cheeks. His bottom and upper eyes were closed. It was his unique way to show that he feels safe and relaxed around you. You noticed the soft look in his eyes and the gentleness in his touch.
“I… I should apologise for my words I spoke to you earlier. I did not mean to hurt you in any way.”
Kokushibo’s voice was deep and soothing. You could hear how hesitant he was about speaking like this. He barely ever shows his vulnerable side to you and insists to keep his guard up at all times. That is one of the many things why you two argue so much. He spend the last 500 years to perfect his fighting style and whole being. Even during his human years he forgot his own humanity, but around you, his emotions try to resurface. Your influence and affection make him softer, and in his opinion, weak. He does not want you to see him as weak, but that he is strong, powerful and a perfect being.
“Could you forgive me for acting so harshly? I do truly love you and I’d like to prove it to you.”
Douma

Douma’s lack of understanding of emotions cause a lot of arguments between you two. He continues to dismiss your feelings as just some silly moods you tend to have and never takes them seriously. Douma is listening to his follower’s woes all day every day, but he does not really pay attention to their words. He mostly zones out and then offers some loose advice based on some words he picked up while they continue to talk and talk and talk. He does the same thing with you.
When you try to tell him that you don’t like it when Douma has his meals in your shared bedroom and leaves behind a bloody mess and even some bodyparts. It’s disgusting, especially to you, who is a human. But all he hears is that he should send in a follower to clean your chambers after his meals. This was not the problem you were trying to solve, you were trying to tell him that you don’t like it when Douma eats humans in your bedroom, yet he doesn’t listen.
That isn’t even the most infuriating part. Besides him not listening to your thoughts, he sometimes mocks you for feeling emotional about it. It may be unintentional, but when you start crying during an argument, Douma sometimes giggles at your expression. It’s humiliating how hilarious he finds your crying face and in return it made you incredibly mad at him. Wich also makes him grin.
Yes, Douma may not grasp the concept of emotions, but you wished that he doesn’t dismiss them that easily.
During one of your arguments, you were trying to tell him about how you didn’t like how he disregards your emotions so easily.
“Well, what else am I supposed to do? You’re a silly human after all, your emotions are very entertaining to me!”
After Douma finished his sentence, you slapped your hand across his face as hard as you could. You knew that he will barely even feel it tickle his skin, but you wanted to demonstrate how infuriated you are with him. While your husband was trying to understand what exactly just happened to him, you already stormed off to your shared bedroom and made sure to properly lock the door. Additionally, you opened the blinds all the way and let the sun in to make sure that damn demon stays away from you for the time being. You cannot stand to see his smirking face right now.
You didn’t even notice that you started crying. There was only hoping that Douma didn’t see your tears running down your cheeks, or else he will mock you about those too, just like he does with every other emotion you have.
You fell asleep while watching the sun disappear behind the mountains and with a pillow between your arms. Long after you fell asleep, someone started slipping the pillow out of your arms and sneakily replaced it with their own body. You tried to escape out of Douma’s arms, but his grip was tighter. His face was uncharacteristically and eerily neutral, not showing any emotions right now.
“I don’t really get emotions, you know? They’re always been foreign to me.”
His voice sounded distant and detached. Who is this man that is cuddling you right now? You kept staring at his face while he spoke.
“I never really felt them. They just weren’t there then I was born. I saw them on other people’s faces and had to learn manually what they meant.”
Douma’s cold fingers slowly brushed through your hair as he leaned forward to place a kiss on your forehead. He remained in this position while he continued to speak.
“I’m sorry if I insulted you. I never meant it. You just confuse me with your emotions sometimes, but you also…kind of… make me imagine? I’m not sure. Perhaps I’m trying to talk myself into feeling something, but when you’re around me, I feel something close to happiness. Or whatever that emotion is that I’m feeling.”
His eyes soften up slightly while speaking. You can’t help but smile a little at his words.
“But hey, you stopped resisting my cuddles~ does that mean I’m allowed back into bed? Would you be a sweetheart and close the blinds? You don’t wanna wake up next to a pile of ash, right?”
Akaza

“Stop worrying” and “toughen up” are things you hear almost every day from Akaza. He hates the weak and any sign of weakness, and since you are a human, weakness and vulnerability is a rather big part of you when you compare yourself to a demon like him. You can’t help but not being able to ignore the look he gives you everytime you either hesitate about something or try to explain your feelings to him. His eyebrows furrow together and his eyes have this look of disdain in them. His jaw clenches and you can see the veins pop out a little. That look alone, intentional or not, makes you shut up quickly.
You never heard him say “I love you” to you before, ever. You tried asking him about it but all that resulted in him coming up with some weak excuse. All you wanted is for Akaza to tell you if he does really love or if he is just staying by your side for his own entertainment or pleasure. You just want him to say “I love you” at least once and admit his feelings to you, but he stubbornly refuses.
Akaza was trying to contain his anger inside him while you were talking about exactly that. His fists were clenched and his eyes were glued to a spot on the floor. Until suddenly, he slammed his fist against the wall, shattering the wood beneath it, making you jump away.
“Why do you have to be so weak? All this crying and fucking feelings, they make you fucking pathetic and weak. I’m trying to protect you and you’re too blind to see it. I’m starting to think that protecting you was a waste of my time after all.”
Those words shattered your heart in an instant. Maybe he was right. Maybe you are just a waste of time to him, he has better things to do after all. He wants to become the strongest demon after all. This is the end of you two, isn’t it? You didn’t want Akaza to see your crying face and think even less of you, if that’s even possible, so you ran away into your bedroom and hid beneath the covers as if those will shield you from him and the rest of the world around you.
Tears ran down your face silently while you slowly fell asleep, but you woke up rapidly when you felt strong arms wrap incredibly tight around you. Your heart almost stopped in fear when you felt the familiar aura tightly pressing up against you, but you couldn’t help but begin to melt into his arms.
Akaza never was good with words. The words he uses are mostly intentionally and unintentionally used go hurt others, wich includes you. You felt how he buried his face into your neck and silently savoured your smell. His rough palms were gently rubbing up and down your waist, almost a little desperate to feel your skin again. He lifted his face from your neck and rested it right beside your head. His thick fingers carefully brushed through your hair.
“I should say it. You deserve it.”
You turned your head over to face him. You noticed freshly healed skin on his knuckles and all over his hands, leaving little room to guess what exactly he was doing while you slept. A nervous frown started appeared on his face. Akaza took a very deep breath before you listened to his shaky voice.
“I like you. A-A lot. Lots. Well, I-I really… uhm… Love you…I love you.”
Gyutaro

He always has been jealous, and always will be. Gyutato fears that you are going to leave him at any time and any day. That makes him incredibly clingy and protective of you and he refuses to leave your side, ever. He follows you around everywhere and tries to hover around you at all possible times. You had to convince that demon that you are perfectly capable to use the bathroom on your own without him needing yo stand right beside you. But after you finished up and left, you found Gyutaro crouched down beside the bathroom door, waiting and listening in case something somehow happens to you.
It’s incredibly tiring to have to be so careful around him. You fear that if you stray too far from him or disappear from his sight for too long that Gyutaro might start either slashing humans out of frustration or start scratching himself again. It’s mentally extremely weighing onto you. You tried to tell Daki about her brother and how stressed he’s making you feel, but she obviously takes Gyutaro’s side and shifts the issue back onto you.
“Well have you ever considered that my brother is just being very loving, hm? You better appreciate it you ungrateful human.”
Daki’s words did certainly not help you feel any better. She of course told her brother about you confiding in her, wich made Gyutaro almost seethe in jealousy and anger. That same night, you two had the worst argument yet.
You tried to tell him how suffocating he is while he is accusing you of not loving such a like creature like him. Your attempts at telling him how much you actually love and cherish him failed.
"No matter what you say or do, I-I’ll never be good enough for you...! You’re just pr-pretending to love me because you feel sorry for me…Deep down, you think I’m ugly, dirty and disgusting…”
The gut-wrenching sound of Gyutaro scratching his own skin open filled the silence as you stared at him. Gods, you had enough. You’re too exhausted to fight against his insecurities right now, so instead of continuing this useless argument, you stormed off into your private bedroom. After turning your back to him, you heard his nails tear through his own flesh and bones incredibly slowly and agonisingly.
You laid down on top of your large bed and faced away from the door, trying not to think about his words or the sound of Gyutaro’s blood gushing out of his flesh wounds. You were so concentrated on trying to think about anything else that you didn’t notice how you slipped into a deep slumber. You only woke up to the sound of bones cracking and crushing together.
Lifting your head, you scanned the space on the bed beside you. Empty. As you sat upright, you managed to glance over the edge of the bed, spotting Gyutaro being curled together on the floor. He looked like a very unnaturally bend puppy that wasn’t allowed to sleep on the bed. After calling out to him, he silently lifted his head to look at you.
Even looking at him caused a wave of nausea and guilt wash over you. Not a single inch of his skin was left unharmed by his own doing, and he seemingly refused to let them heal. His blood started to soak the carpet beneath him. Gyutaro slowly started to sit back upright, his spine cracking and breaking.
“Mh… mrrm.. am I-I allowed.. to la-lay beside you?”
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im craving some fluff fic right now, and I think you're going to nail this one. how about a stubborn Sevika not letting the reader take care of her when she's sick? it's like she's hiding from the reader and acting tough or silly when she's clearly not okay.

𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑶𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼
Sevika x f!reader
Synopsis: A cold has recently been going on around the Undercity, and when Sevika catches it, she as stubborn as ever to try and ignore her feverish state, ultimately leading to you dealing with a messy bundle of sass.
Request: Anon 🤍
A/N: Just a short yet silly fanfic of Sevika and a running fever (it was fun to write).
It started with a cough. Just a little thing, scratchy and low, like she’d swallowed the end of a cigar wrong. You wouldn’t have thought much of it if it weren’t for the way Sevika immediately shut up afterward, like she was waiting to see if you noticed.
You did.
The problem was that she noticed you noticing, despite her hope that you’d think she had only fallen quiet over the noise of the bar.
“Doll,” she warned, lifting a hand as if that would stop you from speaking. “Don’t.”
“Sevika—”
“I’m fine.”
Ah, here we go.
The woman had been acting off all day. She wasn’t touching her drink (which, in itself, was a glaring red flag), her usual sharp scowl had dulled into something more sluggish, and worst of all, she was being too quiet. Sevika was never loud, but she always had something to say, even if it was just some grumbled remark about how stupid someone was being. But now? She just sat there, arms crossed, looking miserable but too damn proud to admit it.
You folded your arms. “You’re sick.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You’re literally sweating.”
“It’s hot in here.”
“It’s the middle of winter.”
She huffed, shifting in her seat at the bar. “Then someone should fix the damn heat.”
“Sevika.” You reached out, brushing the back of your hand against her forehead before she could swat you away. Her skin was burning. You gave her a pointed look, but she just glared right back, as if sheer willpower would convince you that she wasn’t, in fact, dying of fever.
She turned away. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah? Prove it. Stand up.”
Sevika scoffed and pushed herself up from the barstool, only for her legs to buckle beneath her immediately. If you hadn’t caught her, she would’ve face-planted right onto the grimy floor of The Last Drop.
“Uh-huh. Fine, my ass.” You tightened your grip on her waist, helping her stay upright while she grumbled against your shoulder. “C’mon, big mama. We’re going home.”
Sevika groaned, but she didn’t have the strength to argue, not when standing up alone had already proven to be too much effort.
She was sick. Really sick.
And you were about to have the worst time convincing her to let you take care of her.
The next challenge was actually getting her home.
Sevika, even half-dead with fever, was as stubborn as a damn mule. She refused to let you carry her, claiming she could walk just fine on her own. That was a bold-faced lie, of course. She nearly tripped over her own feet twice before you started guiding her yourself, one arm around her waist as you led her down Zaun’s damp alleyways toward her apartment.
She didn’t make it easy.
“You—you’re making a big deal out of nothing,” she slurred, leaning heavier against you with every step.
“Yeah? You just tried to pick a fight with a mailbox.”
“It was looking at me funny.”
“Sure it was.”
She made an irritated sound in the back of her throat but didn’t argue further. Probably because she knew she’d lose.
By the time you finally got her inside and onto her bed, she was half-asleep, mumbling under her breath about how you were “too bossy for your own good.”
“And you’re too stubborn for your own good,” you shot back, rolling your eyes as you pried her boots off. “Now stay put while I get you some medicine.”
Sevika didn’t respond. You thought she had actually, finally, fallen asleep—until you came back with a glass of water and found the bed empty.
Your eye twitched.
“Sevika.”
No answer.
You checked the bathroom. Nothing.
The kitchen? No sign of her.
It was only when you turned toward the closet that you noticed the faintest shuffle of movement in the shadows, realizing this large woman of a girlfriend was hiding in a closet that could barely fit half her size, especially with her clothing.
You sighed. “Are you seriously hiding from me right now?”
“No.”
A blatant lie.
“You are sick,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Get back in bed.”
“I don’t need to be in bed.”
“You almost passed out earlier!”
She grumbled something incoherent, but when you stomped over and yanked the closet door open, she just squinted up at you, her tall frame awkwardly hunched in the cramped space.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
She blinked. “Hey, doll.”
“Bed. Now.”
She groaned but didn’t resist when you pulled her to her feet and shoved her back toward the mattress. She collapsed onto it with a sigh, one arm thrown dramatically over her eyes.
“You are so difficult,” you muttered, draping a blanket over her.
Sevika just huffed, her breathing heavy. You could tell she was exhausted, no matter how much she tried to act otherwise.
“You wanna keep pretending you’re fine,” you said, voice softer now, “or do you wanna let me take care of you?”
She hesitated.
Her pride was probably waging a violent war against the undeniable fact that she felt like shit. But after a long moment, she shifted, peeking at you from under her arm.
“Just this once,” she muttered.
Your lips twitched. “Oh? Just this once?”
“Shut up before I change my mind.”
You chuckled, brushing some of her damp hair away from her forehead before pressing a cool cloth against it. She melted under your touch, though she’d never admit it.
“See? Not so bad, is it?”
She grumbled but leaned into your hand.
You’d take that as a win.
For the next day and a half, Sevika was in absolute hell. Not because of the fever, but because she had to endure you fussing over her.
You forced her to take medicine.
You nagged at her to drink water.
You made her soup, even though she swore she hated soup (yet somehow, the entire bowl mysteriously disappeared when you weren’t looking).
She complained the entire time.
“Stop hovering.”
“I’m not hovering.”
“You’re literally watching me breathe, doll.”
“Making sure you still can breathe, actually.”
Sevika groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “This is worse than the fever.”
“Oh, bite me.”
“I would, but you’d probably shove a spoonful of medicine in my mouth the second I opened it.”
“Damn right, I would.” You teased, half-jokingly.
Still, for all her grumbling, she didn’t stop you.
And when the fever finally broke, and her strength came back, she sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand over her face.
“Ugh,” she muttered. “I feel like I got run over.”
“You look like you got run over,” you teased, ruffling her already messy hair.
She scowled but didn’t swat your hand away. Instead, she glanced at you, something unreadable in her gaze.
“Thanks,” she said gruffly.
Your lips curled. “For what?”
She sighed, rolling her eyes. “You know what for.”
You grinned. “Say it.”
“No.”
“C’mon. Just say it, baby.”
“Absolutely not.”
You poked her cheek. “Sevika.”
She grunted.
“Vikaaaa—” you cooed her name, a smirk playing on your lips as you leaned into her.
She groaned, pushing your face away. “Fine. Thanks for taking care of me, you insufferable brat.”
You beamed. “Was that so hard?”
“Yes. Excruciating.”
You laughed, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to her forehead before she could complain. “You’re welcome, you stubborn thing.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t hide the small, almost reluctant smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
Maybe, just maybe, she’d let you take care of her again next time.
Even if she would make you drag her out of the closet first.
A/N: BIG MAMA.
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Pls sis, do me a favour. Writing about a Y/n who has been captured by the Hewitts and has not been given a good life growing up, so she's meek and emotional. She's scared of the family, so she does not fight back, being aware of how hopeless the situation is. Even though she's scared of them, she can't help leaning into and craving for Thomas's affection whenever he wants to give it to her. Fully knowing he could hurt her and punish her whenever he'd like, and therefore dosen’t take his empathy for granted. One day, when she's at the gas station, there is this outsider who notices her gloomy state and tries to cheer her up with food, wiping away her tears too when she's been suddenly given an ounce of kindness that seems so genuine. Making Thomas who came to pick her and Luda Mae up after work, jealous.
Thomas Hewitt x reader
It was difficult for you to adjust to your new life in this strange cannibal house. You worked for three people at once, because the men in this house did practically nothing. Except Thomas, of course. Sometimes Luda-Mae still tried to influence this, after all, she was the matriarch of the house, but in the end she gave up, because Charlie and Monty had characters like two stubborn sheep. So, for the most part, you did everything. Cooking, washing, housework. At least they didn't have cattle, but you weren't happy about that either. The lack of animals and the former income in the form of meat from the slaughterhouse led to the fact that the family ate other meat. Human. That was probably the most terrifying thing.
•••
It was the summer of last year. You just graduated from high school and wanted only one thing, to escape from rude and cruel parents. You knew you had some relatives a couple of states away. So you quickly packed the most necessary things into a small bag, hitched a ride and did not turn back towards the old house. You were picked up by some nice group of guys. They were funny and friendly, and they wanted to travel all over the states this summer. It was the first time you felt like you could breathe deeply. You smiled at the bright future ahead.
But it was not destined to come true.
It's all a blur. Ran out of gas, a gas station, a strange man in a sheriff's uniform. A car, a huge house, a lovely woman. She seemed to think you were pretty. You were locked in a room somewhere. You heard the screams of those guys and you cried bitterly. Then you lost consciousness. Dinner with these strange people. Luda-Mae, Hoyt, Charlie. A strange soup with strange meat. Prayer before eating and a muffled “Tommy.” And oh God, those strange heavy footsteps. You wanted to merge with the earth, to become small, invisible. Tommy. This name didn't suit this bear at all. A huge, heavy body with noticeable muscles in his arms and a thick layer of fat on his stomach; dirty long hair covering his face. And it's a sinister face. A strange brown mask of unknown skin covered half of his face, along with his nose. You didn't have to think long to figure out what kind of skin it was. You felt terrible nausea rising in your throat. This “Tommy" gave you such a strange look that it sent chills down your spine. They don't look at people with that look, no. This is how young children look at interesting animals in the zoo. And that thought made it even worse. Not a human, but an animal. A toy.
•••
She always wanted a girl, that's what Luda told you every time you had a tantrum.
The woman dressed you in her old “traditional woman" outfits. She was happy. You wanted to die.
You were “Tommy's wife.” That one phrase made you sick. Was this burly man going to be your husband? Although, looking at his astonished face, you realized that he himself did not understand the situation you were in. He wasn't stupid or dumb, no. This big pile of muscles knew what he was doing. But he was clearly not in the right mind for his age. You didn't know what to call it. But one thing was for sure: he didn't know what it meant to have a wife. And obviously Hoyt taught him. After your impromptu “traditional” wedding, you were taken to the room you were both supposed to live in now, and you were afraid. Oh, how you were afraid. Tommy was three times your size, and at first glance you could tell that nature had not deprived him. You heard Hoyt talking and swearing behind the wall. Thomas then went into the bedroom. And you were hurt. А lot. Obviously, Hoyt had only told him about the importance of male pleasure in intimacy. In the morning, the whole family rejoiced at the blood on your sheets, Hoyt called Tommy a “real man,” and you were ashamed. Scared.
You avoided Tommy as much as you could, but those nights kept repeating themselves. Your former melancholy has now been combined with hatred of your own body. It's a disgusting feeling. You felt dirty.
•••
Obviously, Tommy himself didn't know who you were in this house. But he knew you were his. That's why he protected you when he saw fit. For example, from annoying victims. And Luda told him that you shouldn't carry heavy things, so he always took everything that seemed at least a little heavy to him. He liked touching you, you were so gentle and soft, not like his rough fingers or rough, untreated leather. You were sweet. And beautiful. Yes, that's exactly what you were in his eyes. He was scary, and you were beautiful. That's probably why you avoided him, of course.
Hoyt told him something strange that day. He showed him some pictures of other women, but you seemed much more beautiful to him, so he listened without much interest. And then Hoyt told him to touch and take off his pants. Thomas didn't understand why, but he obeyed.
He obeyed, but you were crying under his hands. Did he do something wrong? Didn't he listen well? Tommy didn't understand what he had done wrong. When it was over, you were already asleep, still red from crying. He tried to wipe your tears as carefully as possible. Tommy didn't know if he could sleep with you. He usually slept in the basement. But he carefully lay down next to you, hugging you as gently as possible, and covered you with a blanket.
The next morning, he saw blood on the sheet. Blood is pain, it is death. After the blood, his victims screamed and died. But you didn't. You were standing there, next to him, so small and scared. Did he hurt you? Then why was everyone else happy? He didn't like that feeling.
You've been avoiding him since that day. Why? Did he do something wrong? Tommy was just doing what his family told him to do. He wanted to touch you again. You were soft, sweet, and beautiful. He wanted to protect you and take care of you, just like you and Mom took care of him. So why were you so scared of him?
•••
It was cloudy that day. You were at the gas station, helping Luda arrange the boxes. You went outside to get some air and catch your breath.
"Hey, little one. Are you feeling ill?"
You were surprised to hear a soft, unfamiliar male voice. Looking up, you noticed a car near the gas station. A man came out, probably a couple of years older than you. Although with how small and weak you looked now, you looked old enough to be his child.
He was a fairly burly man with a shock of blond hair, freckles all over his face, and soft brown eyes. His whole being was glowing with kindness and charm. He grabbed something from the glove compartment of the car and slammed the door, coming up to you.
"You look like you're gonna fall." He looked you up and down, and you involuntarily hugged yourself by the elbows, trying to become even smaller. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, really. I'm James."
The man gently touched your shoulder and handed you a bar of chocolate. "Take it. You need sweets."
You nodded curtly and took the sweet.
"Why don't you come inside? It's so hot, it's easy to get sunstroke. Are you the only one here? Can I take you home?"
You immediately shook your head, already knowing the reaction of the household if you had arrived earlier than you would have finished helping Luda.
"Well.. as you wish. But it's better to go inside, little one." He put his hand on your back, not too low, so as not to cause discomfort, and gently pushed you towards the door of the shop. You obediently followed him. He held the door open, allowing you to go first, and helped you sit in the most shaded spot. James walked over to the counter, where Luda-Mae already was.
"Eh.. I'd like to fill up the car. And a bottle of water, if possible."
The woman looked at the man with displeasure, then at you, frowning visibly. You swallowed hardly. She brought a wrapped bottle from the back of the store and took the money from the man. He smiled politely and sat down next to you.
"Have a drink. It might not be cold, but you should definitely drink more in this heat."
He opened the bottle and handed it to you, and you obediently took it and took a sip.
"That's it, fine. You're so quiet. But you know, it's kind of cute. The local mentality or something, hmm?"
You smiled a little and nodded. James started telling you something about his family, his job, the place where he lived. For a second, you felt like you weren't alone anymore. That he sees you, listens to you, and appreciates you. It was a strange feeling, but you liked it.
It must have been about an hour. All this time you felt Luda's burning gaze on you. James seemed to feel a strange responsibility for you and a need to inject life into you, at least for a little while. It was nice.
Then the gas station door opened and he, Tommy, came in. This huge man filling the entire doorway. He noticed you, and then James. His face frowned. Then his eyes caught James's hand, gently stroking your fingers, and he growled. He came up to you and grabbed James by the collar of his T-shirt, pulling him away from you. James cried out in surprise.
"Damn, man. What's wrong with you, huh?"
Thomas didn't answer. James was big, too, but he wasn't Thomas's size. His attempts to break free from the steel grip looked pathetic.
You frowned, suddenly feeling strangely confident and wanting to protect someone from the nightmare you're living in.
"Tommy, let him go. Now."
Thomas looked at you and just stared. That strange steely note in your voice was unfamiliar to him. But he released his grip. James staggered back, catching his breath and straightening his clothes.
"Damn, do you know him? God.. Man, you should keep it simple. People are drawn to kindness and understanding, you know..."
But Thomas didn't answer. His gaze was fixed on you, on that strange expression on your face, on that hard voice. You've never looked at him like that. As if... as if you saw an enemy in front of you. That was how Hoyt usually looked at people who broke into their house. Like James. But now you were looking at him like that. He didn't like it. A few minutes ago, with this James, you looked almost.. happy. Happy? Weren't you happy with him at home? You're his wife, not James'. Thomas growled.
"No, Thomas. Don't touch him. He'll fill up the car and drive away."
James looked at you in surprise, but didn't say anything. He was surprised that this fragile thing, which had almost fainted in his arms a few minutes ago, was now commanding.. this.
"Im.. I'm really going. I don't want to get involved in your family squabbles."
James smiled nervously and headed to the door. Thomas wanted to rush after him, but you started talking again. Keep it quiet so James doesn't hear it.
"If you go after him now, I'll leave. I'll leave and not come back. Forever."
Thomas looked at you, the gears turning in his head.
Will you leave? Weren't you his wife? But that iron note in your voice made him stay still.
•••
It was the first time he hadn't killed a man. He already knew that Hoyt would swear. But for some reason, he didn't care. Just one look at you protecting that man was enough for Tommy to realize.. He doesn't want you to leave. Not by yourself, not with that guy. He wants you by his side. He didn't know this feeling because he had never experienced it. No, he loved his mom, he loved Hoyt, Monty, because they were family. But you.. You're more than a family. You're a wife. His wife. No matter how much he scares you with his presence, no matter how rude he is, you don't turn away from him, reject him, or scream. You were just there. And he liked that feeling. It was like you even liked him, even though Thomas wasn't sure.
As soon as the man got into the car and drove away, Thomas took a step closer, looking down at you with a piercing gaze. He didn't know what he wanted. Or rather, didn't know how to express it. So he just put his huge hand on your tiny shoulder. You flinched. But he didn't want that. So he began to gently stroke your shoulder. You were a little girl. And a warm one. He really liked it. What did you like about that man? That he was warm? Handsome? That he was talking so softly to you? You were smiling at him... Thomas wanted you to smile to him too. He really wanted to.
When you returned home, Thomas locked himself in the basement. That man gave you something and you were smiling brightly. Maybe he should give you something too. Mask. Would you be happy with a mask? But you didn't like meat and flesh. Maybe a cloth mask? Thomas spent the whole evening creating such a mask. It was made of old blue fabric, with small flowers. It's a little uneven, but he really tried.
Thomas came up to your room on the second floor and stood at the door. He was.. Was he scared? Yes. He was afraid you weren't in the room. Or that you'll turn your back on him. He had never been afraid of anything before. But it was the first time with you. And he knocked. Almost inaudible. And then he opened the door and went in. You were lying on the bed, buried under the covers and curled up into a tiny ball. The moonlight played beautifully on your soft figure. Suddenly, Thomas felt heavy inside. He didn't know this feeling, and he didn't like it.
Thomas quietly walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. His big hand gently rested on your thigh. He squeezed slightly, wanting to get your attention, and a soft moan escaped from his chest. When you looked at him, his heart stopped. Your eyes were so big, bright, and beautiful. He muttered something and handed you the mask. You took it carefully, expecting a trick.
"Is this... for me? Thank you."
A faint smile graced your face. Thomas thought that he would like to see this smile every day, so that it was meant only for him. He growled softly, as if to say you to put it on. You obediently put the cloth on your face. He.. liked that. His big hand reached for your face, but this time you didn't flinch. He gently tucked a lock of your overgrown hair behind your ear. You were so sweet. It was the first time you looked at him... like that. Just without expecting pain. And that was good. He didn't know how to tell you that he liked it. That you're beautiful. But for some reason he really wanted to learn it. Because you're his, and he has to take care of you. Not because you're his wife with his ring, but because he loves you. He really loves.
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Ps: wow, that really takes long time to write. sorry for long waiting! my muse is on her vacation. i hole you like it! thanks for your request, luv. take a good care of yourself!!!
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Hi how are you doing I was wondering if I can request a wriothesley, Neuvillette, xiao, and zhongli(separately) with a pregnant reader who falls down the stairs but the reader is okay
thank you for requesting! i'm sorry, i didn't write xiaos i just couldn't come up with something worthy of sharing slkhdfs but i hope you enjoy everyone elses<3
wriothesley, neuvillette + zhongli (separately) x pregnant!reader
warnings: hurt/comfort theme but no one actually gets hurt, lots of tears and congrats you've given your beloved a heart attack but all is well
wriothesley:
you’re nearly to the top of the stairs in wriothesleys office when you see he isn’t here and let out a huff at how the trip up these stairs makes you so breathless in your current, very pregnant, state. by the lingering warmth and sweet scent of tea in the air, he must have been here not too long ago and at this point you might just take the few last steps up and rest of the couch, skipping your appointment with sigewinne and waiting for your husband to return here but maybe wrio was already making his way to the clinic.
at the height of your pregnancy brain right now, you can’t quite remember now if you told him this morning that you’d meet him here or there but with the lack of his presence now, you’re starting to think it’s the former.
letting go of the chilled railing just long enough to turn around, you hold on tightly with each step you take down, your other hand cradling your round belly. you have to take each step one at a time, one foot after the other and archons it’s so exhausting to walk and your feet hurt and you just want to be laying in bed in your beloved arms with a serving bowl size of whatever you’ve been craving throughout the day.
but especially to be with wriothesley. your pregnancy has brought your affection and want for him to a whole other level that was making it so you really might cry if you didn’t see him soon. he just.. made everything better with only a gentle touch and a flash of his smile, though it also helps that he dotes on your every want and need when he’s able and when it’s within reason.
maybe it was that want that made your heart skip a beat when the large doors of his office open and not a second later you see the familiar tips of his dark hair and your already tired legs wobble, making you miss the next step down. it hurts your arm trying to hang onto the railing at such an awkward angle and you’re forced to let go, your body tensing and instinctively wrap around your stomach to try to prepare you for the impact of the metal stairs as you fall.
wriothesleys chest tightens quickly and terribly at the sight unfolding before him. he isn’t sure how he’s able to get out the call of your name but it seems drowned out anyways against his heavy boots hitting the ground, moving as fast as he possibly can to catch you. his knees crash into the metal stairs painfully in his movements to catch you in his arms but it’s nothing compared to how it feels to have you crashing into his body, your belly pressed against his chest, your trembling hands reaching for him as soon as they can.
he’s shaking too, despite how steady he is with the pressure he uses to hold you in this awkwardly crouched stance. not enough to hurt you, never enough to hurt you, but there’s no way you’re slipping from his grasp either.
“i’ve got you,” his voice is deep, barely above a whisper and with a quiver of lingering fear that makes you burst into tears even though you try so hard to hold them back.
the worried look on his face hurts more than the brunt of the few steps your body took. it’s nothing more than a fading throb of pain compared to cords of your heart strings being pulled more than they could handle right now and it’s all your fault - if you’d just -
“i’m sorry,” you sob out, letting go of him to cover your weeping eyes. you feel him shift, keeping you in his arms with one strong arm at your back, the other under your knees, while he stands straight and easily holds you there, safe but maybe not so sound when you can’t stop crying.
“sweetheart,” you can still hear the shake of his voice through how he’s still trying to remain calm for both of you while soothing your tears when you can’t find an ounce of it in yourself. “need you to tell me you’re okay,” because if you don’t he’ll be running with you in his arms as fast as he can to sigewinne.
you nod your head, doing all you can to get the words out. “’m okay.” you mumble through your tears. your wet hands move to grip onto the lapel of his vest, holding him tighter than before and you bury yourself in the comfort of his chest, taking in the good breath you can and it's so full of wriothesley you can’t help but sink further into his hold. “.. i’m s-sorry.”
he lets out a breath of relief as he leans down to kiss your temple. his lips and minty breath are warm, a balm to your overwhelming emotions and with a gentle voice he soothes you further, walking up the steps leading to his office. “it’s okay baby.”
keeping you in his arms, he settles on the couch, letting your weary legs spread out over the cushion so he has a free hand to move the hair from your face, his tender and patient touch coaxing you to look at him once you’re ready. your eyes are puffy but still so beautiful, your breath starting to slow and returning to nearly normal at the feeling of his touch traveling from your face to your stomach, a large palm spread over the perfect curve of your baby bump.
his steady promise only calms you further, “everythings okay. we’re all okay.”
neuvillette:
after your nap on one of the many couches in the iudex office, a nap you hadn’t really expected to take when you stopped by to see neuvillette, you were surprised to wake alone. your trek here must have been more tiring than you thought since when you fell asleep you were resting on his arm and apparently hadn’t woken up when he tucked you under a blanket and put a pillow under your head.
when these items first made it here it was because of how many nights he spent sleeping in his office for a few hours in the late night before getting back to work. those nights had since stopped, especially since you found out you were pregnant, and now the comfortable blanket and pillow were more your own, these days only being used to cover your growing belly and rest your head comfortably when you inevitably fall asleep here.
but usually your husband was within reach when you awoke.
using your hands to help push yourself off the couch, you waddle towards the doors of his office, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and the moment the large doors open, sedene is at your side with a wide smile and even bigger violet eyes. after rather excitedly asking if she can do anything for you, she lets you know neuvillette left her with a message that he would be just outside if you needed anything and with a thank you and a smile you head towards the doors of the palais mermonia.
it’s not that you needed anything from him per say, you felt okay and you know most things you could have asked sedene for. you also know how busy of a man he is so maybe you should have waited for him to come back inside but he had assured you, after one tearful night in the beginning of your pregnancy, that needing him was okay too.
so you let your heart lead you to him, past the workers and visitors with only one thing on your mind; being in his arms even if it's only for a few more minutes before he has to get back to work and you take your own leave, having a few more errands to run before the day ends.
outside is warm under the bright sun, a cooling breeze keeping it from being too hot. it takes your eyes a few moments to adjust to the difference in light but you still spot the silhouette of neuvillette. many would agree he is easy to spot in a crowd but for you it was for far different reasons than just his height and his title and even now when all you could make out was the blue hue of his coat like a sparkling shell in the sand that is your blurry vision, you know it’s him and you can feel the movement of your baby at the emotions that stir within you as you take the steps towards him.
except two steps in, still trying to blink away the last of the dots of sunlight in your adjusting vision, there is no ground underneath your feet. you try to reach for the hand extended out to you though you don’t know whose it is but aren’t able to reach it in time before you begin to fall.
neuvillette doesn’t excuse himself from the conversation he had brought out here in order to allow you to sleep without disturbance before he’s moving quickly through the small crowd of people in order to get to you, his heart in his throat and even though he can move faster than most of those around him would be able to see, it doesn’t feel like fast enough when he watches you stumble.
it’s a split second, a blur of azure and white that hardly even moves the air in its wake, a blink of an eye and neuvillette has crossed the courtyard outside the palais mermonia and captured you in his arms before you can fall any further.
you can feel and hear a thundering heart beat but between the two of you, with how close you are to neuvillette, you don’t know if it’s yours or his. behind his shoulder you can see the once bright blue sky is now covered by gray clouds and when your eyes focus on the face of the beautiful man holding you, you can see why it’s suddenly turned so dark, that the storm behind his worried eyes mirrors the one that brews in the sky.
it makes you want to cry way more than the pain of your fall and before you’ve even realized it, you break out in a full blown sob, hiding your face in his chest. you can feel the world around you move, it’s like you're nearly weightless, floating through the air like you aren’t incredibly pregnant but you don’t care to pull away from your place against your beloved to look around you and before you know it, you’re being gently placed back on the couch you had been asleep on just a bit ago.
neuvillette settles on his knees in front of you and you bring your hands up to face to wipe your tears but they fall to the top of your belly instead when long slender fingers beat you to it, their gentleness and warmth on your cheek beyond comforting. you don’t even know when he had time to take his gloves off but his skin on yours is exactly what your startled heart needed to settle.
and though it is helping his own to see you calming down and feel you leaning into his touch, neuvillette has hardly been able to take a breath. it felt like it was taking all of his strength just to keep his hands steady. lavender petalled eyes shining with ethereal blue haven’t been able to tear from you and take in every inch of your skin, the curve of your baby bump that you hold in your arms, the small scrape on your hands where you tried to catch yourself that hadn’t broken your skin, your wobbly lip as you take in a deep breath, and the wet lashes that kiss his skin with every tear he wipes away.
“i’m sorry..” you break the worried silence between you when his eyes meet yours. “i just..”
his thumbs caress along your cheeks in a slow back and forth motion and though he’s steadying with every passing moment, there’s a tremble to his voice that’s laced with relief and lingering worry. “you have no reason to be sorry, my dear. the most important thing is that you are okay.”
nodding your head, your hand with the small scrape comes up to cradle one of his and your fingers wrap around his palm, needing no strength at all to bring it down to your belly. his long fingers splay over your bump, taking in the feeling of you under his palms as your face leans into his other hand. “we’re both okay,” you assure him with a heartfelt smile and see the room behind him brighten in the unimpeded sunlight once more.
zhongli:
liyue was always so lovely this time of night, quiet but still with cheerful life, the lantern light shining through the streets in a warm yellow hue and even the sea seemed to settle in the moons presence with gentle crashes of waves along the harbor. you waddle along the path leading to the main entrance of the harbor from the inner city, yes waddling because you don’t know how else to describe the way your very pregnant body moves with each step.
you can’t wait to show the baby in your belly this beautiful city, their home that was built by the hands of their father and kept by the people he entrusted with it now that his life is full of another kind of duty, dedicated to you and your growing family. and you know zhongli is just as ecstatic, already telling your baby of this world in the night when he kisses your round stomach and thanks you for giving him such a gift; your shared love and what wonderful miracles came with it.
if you could, you’d hasten your step to try to meet zhongli sooner. with him being at work all day, you were more than anxious to see him. now more than ever you had been partially needy for him, much to his pleasure because he couldn’t deny the more.. dragon-like tendencies your pregnancy had brought out in him.
today was a rare one when he wasn’t able to make it home for lunch and had to work later than usual but you knew you could find him at the harbor when his office turned up empty in your impatience to be with him. you just hoped you wouldn’t be interrupting his work when you did find him.
doctor baizhu had expressed the importance of taking walks in your pregnancy but the further along you got, the more tiring that had became and today you think you’re finding your current limit. which looks to be a little more than halfway down the steps to the harbor with no railing to lean on. holding your belly with one hand, you take it one step at a time, both feet to a step before taking the next, every inhale deep and trying to keep you steady, calm.
you’re nearly to the bottom when you spot your husband's tall figure standing out amongst the people scattered around the harbor. for as human as he made this form, he stood out to you as the most beautiful among them, ethereal in a way that reminds you he is the lord of geo but more importantly nowadays, yours.
not wanting him to worry because all you really needed was a moment, you try to cover up your aching exhaustion with a smile and a wave when you feel his eyes on you and watch him turn towards you but in your fatigue and maybe even distraction of finally seeing him, you miss calculate your step and before you can try to think of what to do aside from protecting your belly, you feel the world tip in your descent down the steps.
he felt your presence, like the most precious of stones that hummed with the same beat of his heart, that had been searching for him, and as soon as you were within vision, his golden eyes were on you but he had hardly gotten a chance to take a step in your direction when you misstepped and the world slows as you fall.
the wood of the harbor groans at the sudden change in the earth below the water that shakes in a strained cry and the change of pressure in the air feels like celestia was trying to freeze time, stop anything from moving until zhongli commanded it to restart.
time didn’t stop but in a blink zhongli is kneeling on the steps with you in his arms, concrete digging into his mortal flesh but he doesn't feel it over what's coursing through his body. it wasn’t going to fix or do anything in this situation but a golden shield floats all around, blocking out the rest of the world, the eyes you know are on you but there’s only one pair you can focus on.
zhonglis pupils are thin slits that you swear are trembling, the honey flecks of his eyes glowing with godly power that steals the air from your lungs. its as if he’s trying to look through your very being to be sure you’re okay but not having ability to see past the tears in your eyes and how tightly you hold onto your stomach. you’re shaking, or he is. you really can’t tell which, maybe it was the entirety of liyue but there’s nothing you can see or hear of the world outside the shield he has around you and the rapid heartbeats you share as one.
you’re definitely shaking. you can see it in your fingers that reach for his face, soothing over his cheek as you try to push past the sob you want to break out into and find your words. you needed to calm him down before this became more of a scene, before he really did bring down harbor.
“i’m not hurt,” there is only a dull ache where your body hit the steps but you were able to keep it all away from the baby. shaking up though- yes, far more than you want to admit. you have hardly ever seen him like this but you can feel that both you and your baby are unharmed physically and once zhongli called down, so could you. “i’m okay,” you tell him and you mean it despite the fact you can feel the tears escaping your eyes without your consent. it's happened far too many times to count during your pregnancy but right now you really need it to stop. “i’m okay zhongli,” you urge.
the pain behind his eyes seems to soften, as though he might share in your tears too but the tremble around you begins to feel like it belongs to only the two of you once more. good, he’s calming down.
you aren’t sure why that makes you lose your composure even more though. perhaps now that you knew he would be okay, you could finally let go of everything you held back. or now that everything was coming back to normal, you realize the scene you’ve made all over your own mistake. whatever it was, it felt like a flood overwhelming your every emotion.
biting your bottom lip, you try to stop it’s tremble as you cling onto your husband. you can’t be bothered with how pitiful you sound right now. “please take me home..”
without a word, in a whirl of golden smoke and a matter of moments, you’re in your bedroom, the familiar scent of your home filling your nose and helping to calm your uneasy breaths. his strides are steady and long as he makes his way to the bed, sitting on the edge with you cradled in his lap, crying into his shoulder.
“my lily,” his voice quivers but he holds you with strength and love and tenderness. “please take a breath.” a large hand smooths down your back, feeling you hiccup as you try to follow his own breaths. resting a palm on your belly, splaying long golden fingers over your bump, you feel the comfortable, anchoring weight of his forehead on yours. “i’ve got you.”
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@palespawn: i like the element of surprise.
`` half of the people who say they like the element of surprise are the last people who actually like it. `` she huffs, feigning annoyance. she couldn't quite care less about what he believed in, but the sentiment was used far too often by people who never truly meant it. she pauses to take a long, deep breath through her nose, to truly look out of the window for a second. it's like the heavy drops of precipitation have activated the world anew, awakening the dirt and the bark of the trees. she breathes in and it only feels suffocating as she gazes back at him. fareeda did try to keep the teachings she has received in mind, she really did, but sometimes it seemed like they were just mere words. she leans forward then, wicked smile on her lips. `` you like surprises? i'll give you a surprise. ``
and then she steps forward until she is a bit too close to asterion. her head leans forward, tilting slightly. `` i saw you die. `` a pause as she moves back now, the hood of her cloak still on. `` quite gruesomely so. you've acquired a terrible fate for yourself. i figured, however, since you enjoy the element of surprise so much, i should keep out the information of how you die. `` the hood is taken off as she shakes her head. `` how terrible! is it not? `` the seer's gaze is piercing and serious. and then she laughs— laughs loud enough to once more draw the attention of every other person in the room. when she loudly places her hand against the table, she cannot help but notice the way the wood quivers and recoils before springing back to where it is supposed to be. as all things do. `` you fools and your surprises. ``
#palespawn#˗ˏˋ ☼ ━━ there is no having‚ only a being‚ only a state that craves the last breath. ❪ writing. ❫#verse tbt.#dont believe a thing she says she likes to lie for fun#she's a little insane if i may
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the curse | yoon jeonghan
› pairings: yoon jeonghan x female reader › aus: demon hunter jeonghan, supernatural au, demon reader › genres: angst, smut (18+) › word count: 4.6k
› 🎧: faux – katie | kiss&tell – ethan low and gen neo
› this one shot is part of my hannieween fest/kinktober special!
› warnings after the cut! READ THEM CAREFULLY 🗣️
› warnings: smut with little plot, exhibitionism, hate fucking, switch jeonghan, switch reader, humiliation kink, breath play, dirty talk, rough fucking, impact play, sadomasochism, monster fucking, a little bit of corruption kink, creampies, degradation/praise kink, hair pulling kink, no aftercare. pet names: wicked thing, baby, baby demon (hers)
› disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂.
› author's note: as always, this is not proofread heh. i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it..... i might write more things like this in the future
the curse
YOON JEONGHAN HAD EVERYTHING A DEMON LOVED TO CURRUPT. He was not the stuffy kind that would cross to the dark side to become evil after a little persuading, no. He was cruel and dangerous.
He had all the traits you would expect from a demon hunter. You had been told all your life to be weary of his kind. But what would life be without a little fun? Corrupting Demon Hunters was delicious. Candy to the soul. If you truly had one.
Jeonghan was sitting with his friends at one of the last tables of the pub. That night, he was not engaging in conversation he was distracted. His gaze was set on you.
You concealed a smile by biting your lower lip. You knew Jeonghan kept coming back to the pub to see you prancing around the tables. There he sat, a beautiful mess, riddled with a tension that he was too blind or too naïve to comprehend.
Hunters were not like regular humans. They could sense demons from a mile away naturally, they could resist the temptations that demons offered as easily as breathing. But that did not take away from the fact that they were mortal. They had a weakness in their being that demons loved way too much.
Even if hunters and demons hated each other by nature, too. Irresistible. That is one word that you liked to use whenever Jeonghan was around. Even if he was perched on his chair, eyes on you as if you were his source of entertainment, sipping on a beer slowly.
With your back turned to him, you felt his gaze piercing your back. It set your nerves ablaze, your blood thickening under your skin, making it prickle with a thrilling sensation. You wondered if he felt the same things the longer he looked at you.
Now, Jeonghan was no fool. He only came here the nights when he was craving for fun. Other times when he is burning with need, he would just go to yours, tail between his legs. Those times were the best.
But that night you knew he was trying to come off as uninterested. That is why he had not talked to you or even made a clear invitation to walk to his table. You kept yourself away from him, letting one of your co-workers serve his friends and him.
Jeonghan drank deeply from his pint, finishing it off with a pleased exhale. He lifted two fingers at one of the other servers, ordering another. You saw it on his face now more clearly, taking the advantage that his gaze had fallen on your pretty colleague. Jeonghan was pissed.
Why was he pissed?
It had taken everything in him not to arrive at the pub that night. He had been resisting the pull he felt toward you for almost two weeks. The root of his anger did not come from the fact that he could not let more than two weeks go by without coming to see you. He has gone even longer resisting you.
No, the real root of his anger was that every night and every day, his mind was clogged with thoughts of you, like a disease eating away at his brain. Every time he blinked or took a breath you were present in there.
He hated it.
Hunters learned to resist temptation. They invested time, blood, sweat and tears to become stronger, to be lethal to demons. Greatest weapons of the underworld.
You sighed as you set your hands on the countertop of the bar, waiting. You sneaked a look over your shoulder, winking at him once you found his dark eyes on you. Jeonghan blinked away, the tips of his ears red from both the third beer making his blood heat up and, obviously, from being startled by you.
There it was again, he exhaled the taste of beer, he could taste you as he took a breath. Like a drug making his senses go dull. He hated it.
You were a thing he could not make sense of. Yoon Jeonghan was a man of strategy. In this world, he could not afford to give in to his impulses. That gets people like him killed.
But gods, giving in felt so good.
He looked again, also knowing that you kept observing him. With great reluctance, he made a gentle motion towards the back door. It was a simple move, and easy to pass up. But you knew him.
Whereas hunters were cold and calculated, demons were alluring and carefree. Humans repelled demons by instinct, their allure being so strong and strange that humans found demons dangerous. So they would rarely mingle.
But there were exceptions. You were one of them. Jeonghan attributed your ease of blending in the human world to your beauty. Your beautiful smile, your soft hair, your radiant skin. And your eagerness to make friends made you likable. Those things humans felt attracted to.
They did not know just how fucking deadly you were. That was Yoon Jeonghan’s reason for existing, that was why he got paid handsomely: to rid the world of creatures like you, and those he could not kill, he would make them go back into hiding in the underworld.
As soon as you got to the tight, secluded alleyway of the pub, Jeonghan pressed your back against the exit door, pinning you with his body before grabbing your face with one hand, fingers digging into your cheeks before attacking you with a chaste kiss.
You grabbed the hand squishing your cheeks and tossed it off you. “Hi there to you too,” you said.
“No time for that,” he murmured with a gruff tone, you tasted the beer on his tongue. But aside from that, you tasted him.
Demons had more senses than regular humans did. A few more than hunters too. Hunters were superhuman, stronger, faster, and smarter. Demons were all of that too, but they had something hunters did not. Demons held the power to taste souls.
“It’s been a while,” you pointed between hurried kisses, quickly becoming drunk on his tongue, his taste was like nothing else you had ever tasted before. It made your blood thicken, it numbed you, and it gave you pure and uncontainable bliss.
“How many humans have you killed since I last saw you?” he muttered in between rushed, wet kisses, grabbing your wrists to pin them above your head.
“Why, do you care about humans now?” you bit back, grabbing him by the jaw to keep kissing him
Jeonghan cared about humans. Just not too much. His care for humans did not go beyond work-related. They were a necessity.
“How many?” he growled now, inching away from your face.
“One,” you said, pronouncing the syllable as though it were a tragedy. “How many demons have you killed?”
“Three,” he replied flatly.
“Holding yourself back?” you smirked, delighted that he too had been lowering his body count out of confusion.
Usually, you would take three humans per week. They were your source of energy. But you had a rule, not to Jeonghan’s knowing. You limited yourself to humans that were corrupted by transgressing against their kind. You found their sins were too tasty to pass up.
But ever since you started this push and pull with Jeonghan, your body count has decreased in number quite tragically. From taking dozens of lives a week, you barely could take more than three now. And even if Jeonghan does not operate the same way as you do, you satiate your hunger differently.
Jeonghan kills for money, he kills for duty.
“Shut up. Don’t make me take a fourth,” he muttered darkly as he leaned over to plant a slow kiss on your lips. “I’d gladly kill you.”
At that, you laughed. “Sounds fun,” you breathed, nearly swept away by his lips trailing down your jawline. “But are we spicing things up already? We’ve only been doing this for a year…”
Now, why has Jeonghan not killed you?
“Has it been a year already?” he asked aloofly, bending his knees a little before taking your thighs in his hands, you jumping to meet him halfway.
“Time flies when you’re having a good time,” you quipped, craning your neck for him to plant wet kisses down your throat.
“So they say,” he muttered, drunk off your scent but still lucid enough to come back with witty retorts.
There were plenty of monsters in this world. Creatures far deadlier and scarier than you. Nothing, no one in this world, human or not, wanted you as much as Jeonghan did. Why would he kill you? He has everything he wants with you.
You bristled. “Someone’s coming,” you whispered, your eyes flying open.
Like a mental slap, Jeonghan came back to his senses, pulling his head back and stopping his mouth on your skin with a disgruntled sound. He eased you back onto the ground and the exit door of the pub pushed open, you grabbed his wrist, taking him down the alley and towards the path that led down the forest.
You did not escape one of your coworkers seeing you drag Jeonghan to the sea of trees. If you were a human, it would bring you terrible shame to be seen scurrying off to the forest with a man to have privacy.
But being a demon, you knew no shame. You fed off pride, greed and lust.
Jeonghan slipped his wrist off your grasp as though your touch pained him. You were arriving at a small, secluded area covered by tall and thick trees, so you turned to him, just as he used his hands to push your shoulders.
You fell back onto your ass, but you were quick enough to use your elbows as support on the ground, raising your gaze to his fascinated face.
Jeonghan had used enough strength to break human bones. He followed your body, dropping to his knees between your parting legs. “Shall we do this quickly?” he asked, grinning at your eagerness.
“Why, do you have somewhere else to go?” you arched an eyebrow. You wished your words had been laced with sarcasm.
“Would you mind if I did?” he retorted, a hand snaking to find the hem of your knit sweater, pushing it up your chest.
You wanted to say yes. After hoping for two weeks to see him, it deflated you to think Jeonghan was slipping away from you so quickly. “No, of course not,” you replied, shuddering once he gave your tank top the same treatment he did to your sweater, leaving your tits bare.
“That’s what I thought,” he sighed, dipping his head to wrap his mouth around your left nipple.
You arched your back to his lips, just as he palmed your other breast, making you moan. You had gone longer than two weeks without fucking Jeonghan, but that was in the beginnings of this relationship. If you could even call it that.
That was before fucking Jeonghan became an addiction. Demons fed on sin. You were unsure whether Jeonghan even realized that the reason why you were not feeding on human flesh was because you fed off his lust. His guilt and greed were so delicious that you did not need to reap souls.
You have missed this. But you could not bring yourself to tell him that. However, it showed in your actions, arching your back on the ground, leaves and branches creaking under you as you sank your fingers in his long hair.
Jeonghan swallowed back a sound that sounded like a purr against the plain of your breast. “Are you hungry?”
He knows. You furrowed your brow, watching him lift his head to meet your eyes. “Yes,” you admitted.
“Take your clothes off,” he orders with a breathy tone, as if kissing your skin had robbed him of voice.
You sat up, as he knelt back, taking the chest harness off. He rarely removed his weapons when he fucked you in an open space. Whenever he visited you at your apartment, he would usually just leave his knife at hand, on your bedside table or the table he fucked you on.
You stripped the knit sweater, taking the tank top off, eyeing his skin with curious eyes as he took his black shirt off. Jeonghan was lean and strong, he bore bruises and scars all over his chest and arms. Knife, bite and claw marks.
He was beautiful.
Past the scars and the bruises, past his skin, you saw his soul. It was a fiery, chaotic smoking light. Like a candlelight that dances erratically inside him.
Seeing his soul was intrusive. But so alluring that you did not notice he was looking at you through his heavy set of eyelashes.
“What are you waiting for?” he cocked his head to one side, showing you a mocking smirk. “Do you think I’m going to undress you?”
“You did that last time,” you said between your teeth, but you lied back, lifting your hips to skitter off your pants, kicking your boots off with efficacy.
“Last time?” he frowned pensively, pausing before he placed his shirt aside on the ground. He shook his head lightly. “That was the second to last.”
“I get them mixed,” you shrugged, lying to him with ease.
Jeonghan knew whenever demons told a lie. He had been trained to sense whenever you performed a sinful act. But since everything he did with you was sinful, it was getting harder for him to tell.
He did not take his pants off, you did not ask why. You imagined that it was because he wanted to grasp what little dignity he had left in him. Maybe he did not want to strip completely because that gave him more power over you.
You were utterly bare under him. You did not care, you relished at the sight of him growing hard under his black pants either way.
“Turn over,” he said, gently palming the side of your thigh, urging you to move. “Hands and knees.”
You obeyed him, but not before you got to see him push his pants down, getting his cock out. He was fully hard for you, his veiny shaft standing up completely, his tip reddened and leaking precum at the slit.
You got on all fours, planting your hands and knees on the dirt, bracing yourself for him.
He used his knee to move yours on the ground, spreading your legs open a few more inches. “Mm, you missed me,” he noted with a low coo, running two fingertips on your folds. “So hungry, so wet.”
“Stop teasing me,” you bit back, though you were growing hot on the cheeks.
He found you out. But there was another issue. You were feeding off his lust and greed for you. But that did not explain why he also lowered the amount of demon kills he took. Was he doing it by pure choice?
Did Jeonghan feel guilty?
“Please, just give it to me,” you urged with a whimpery tone. You hated it.
“Alright, I’ll give it to you, you needy thing,” he replied with an empty laugh.
And then his fingers left your folds, you nearly whimpered at the loss. But then his fingers were quickly replaced by his cock, gently nudging its tip against your cunt, you clenched around nothing, but he felt your entrance throbbing with his cockhead.
“Fuck,” he sighed, grabbing you by the hips.
You closed your eyes, biting back a moan as his length started sinking in on you. The feeling was delicious, it made your blood surge and dance beneath your skin. It drew a moan out of Jeonghan, bottoming out on you.
He slid a hand from your hip, caressing your skin along the line of your back to meet your shoulder. He held you in place, a hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder before starting to plow on you, his hard thrusts knocking the wind out of you.
The feeling of his cock sliding on your walls was near-euphoric, the tip nudged at your g-spot quite quickly. Jeonghan knew your body better than you, his grip on you was harsh, holding you firmly as his hips jackhammered against your ass. The sound of skin slapping against each other quickly became an echo in the forest.
“Jeonghan…” you moaned blissfully, letting the trees surrounding you that he was making you feel like this.
“Hell,” he murmured under his breath.
You muffled a moan in your mouth, fisting the leaves beneath you as if that could support you from crumbling out of sheer pleasure.
Fucking demons was rapturous. They revelled in perversion, they were the epitome of lust. It was playing with death. No one in their right mind would dare to do it, any mortal would either die or be killed trying. The pleasure was almost mind-shattering.
Jeonghan was past giving a fuck. “Where are your horns?” he muttered, thrusting his cock inside you hard and fast, he sounded out of breath.
“I’m concealing them,” you replied, equally as breathless, already toying at the edge of your release. “Thought you didn’t like them.”
“I don’t,” he grunted, letting go of your shoulder, his hand sliding to the middle of your back. “But I want to see them.”
You shuddered as his hand caressed you with a foreign gentleness. “No,” you replied.
“Come on, baby demon. Show ‘em to me,” he rasped, and you turned over your shoulder to see him.
Jeonghan was beautiful, he was tipping his head back, leaving his throat exposed to your gaze. You saw his throat bobbing when he swallowed hard, he was looking at your face, waiting for you to show him your horns.
“No,” you said, smirking devilishly at him. “I might if you ask nicely.”
“Ha. Nice try,” he sighed.
“What’s wrong, notable demon hunter lost his manners?” you gave him an empty laugh.
Jeonghan lifted his hand on your hip, landing it on your ass with a loud smack. “Stop that,” he warned darkly.
The spank was harsh, he used his raw strength to spank you every time. Your eyes stung with tears, but you gritted your teeth through it.
“I might be a demon, but I like indulging in a man with decorum,” you teased some more, enjoying the quiet flames of his soul growing enraged. You liked toying with him without him noticing it.
“Fuck,” he rasped.
Then a hand tangled in your hair, grabbing a fistful to yank you up. You squealed, but he did not stop fucking you hard and fast.
“You’re the one that needs to learn manners, not me,” he growled in your ear, his lips brushing on your earlobe. He released your hair, using his hands to palm your breasts, his fingers lingering on your nipples.
“Fuck, Jeonghan,” you moaned, arching your back for him, enjoying his cock filling your walls nicely, its tip teasing your g-spot repeatedly, unrelentingly.
“You’re close?” he asked, his tone low and raspy, tickling your senses.
You nodded eagerly, closing your eyes to savour the pleasure brimming inside you. You felt him everywhere. Not just his hands on your tits, or his hips meeting your ass, his cock stuffing you full. His touch made your blood surge, it made your chest tighten and heave.
You loved it.
“Come on me,” he mumbled lazily, removing a hand from your breast to meet your hip. His thrusts were growing sloppy, you knew he was close. “Cream all over my cock, baby.”
You hated him.
You hated that he used that word. He knew that it was a weak point for you. You had no choice, you crumbled back against him, your orgasm washing over you in fiery waves. You moaned loudly, nearly screaming but you did not care. The pleasure was so great, it had you moaning until you had no voice, no breath.
Jeonghan followed, dropping his forehead on your shoulder, dumping his load inside you with sloppy thrusts. He had stopped caring long ago about the consequences that might bring. And you had as well.
“You wicked little thing,” he panted, not quite stopping his thrusts yet. “What have you done to me?”
You gave him no reply, instead, you felt him growing hard inside you, pushing his cum back in. He kept fucking you slowly, as if with each thrust he was giving into you again.
What have you done to me, the words echo in your head, making your pulse quicken. No matter how many times he has said this to you, or many other things equally as hurtful. It never failed to break you.
You used a hand to push his hips off, not caring that his cum slid down your thigh the minute you turned to face him, letting your body fall back onto the ground, bringing Jeonghan with you.
He gasped in surprise, but quickly recovered, positioning his arms around you, framing your head. “Round two?”
“Unless you have somewhere to go,” you smirked.
“I wish,” he replied, though you heard how numbly he sounded. “I wish I could stop wanting this,” he groaned, starting to thrust his hard cock inside you again.
“Careful,” you whispered, the smirk erasing from your face. “I know when you’re lying, hunter.”
His gaze darkened. “You’re not telling me to be careful,” he said. “You’re forgetting that I could kill you.”
“The fact that you haven’t tells me otherwise,” you said, though your tone waned as his thrusts started to become more powerful, you pushed your knees back, letting him drive his cock deeper inside you, drawing out a long moan from you.
A hand clutched your throat firmly, his fingers pressing on your windpipe strongly. You choked, grabbing his wrist to no end, because you let him strangle you.
“Why the fuck would I?” he growled, his face mere inches from yours. “You have the perfect little pussy, the perfect tits, perfect ass… I can’t afford to lose you.”
You blinked your watery eyes, your heart palpitating frantically, your chest constricting at the lack of air.
But you loved seeing that fire in his eyes, loved feeling the guilt pulsating in his veins. He smelled of fear, anguish, greed and lust. He wanted you, he hated you.
“You thought yourself to be special,” he gritted, pushing his cock relentlessly inside you, his fingers choking the life out of you. “You’re nothing to me. Nothing.”
Your lips curled in a smile at the way his body responded upon uttering that sentence. You closed your eyes, nearing the edge of another climax, which you let sweep through you, dancing in your veins.
You cherished the feeling of him inside you, fucking his first load back into you, only to then have it spilled out with each slam of his hips against yours.
“There she is,” he whispered, his dark eyes glinting.
The pleasure was so brutal, you did not realize you had stopped concealing your horns. His fingers stopped pressing on your throat, but his hand lingered there. You looked at him while his gaze coasted at the sight of the black horns that curved back from the crown of your head.
“Don’t,” he muttered when they faded out of his view.
You exhaled, bringing your horns back.
“Wings too,” he whispered.
Even if you could smell the shame coursing through him, you also removed the concealment from your wings, showing how they had been tucked beneath your body the whole time.
Jeonghan slid a hand to your side, caressing your skin before brushing a knuckle on one of your black wings. You shuddered, hard, arching your back and pressing your tits against his chest.
“Jeonghan,” you mewled, closing your eyes under the thrill of having his touch on you.
“Does this make you come?” he asked a hint of playfulness in his tone making you open your eyes to his wide smile.
“Do it again,” you breathed.
At that, he obediently ran the back of two fingers along the soft membranous skin of your wings, the euphoric feeling bringing out a cry from you. “Yes,” you replied to his question.
Though he did not need verbal confirmation from you, your walls clamped around his cock, making him moan too. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “Such a wicked little thing,” he smiled. “Go ahead, demon. Come again.”
Your cheeks grew hot at the derogatory manner he called you. But you did not follow his command exactly.
Jeonghan switched his hand, propping his weight to the other to touch your neglected wing. He sent you a curious glance, right before using the back of his knuckles to brush your wing.
The touch was so light, so tender against your skin that it sent you to another orgasm. It was so brutal that it brought tears to your eyes, it was so euphoric that it made you scream, your mind going blank.
Jeonghan looked at you, completely mesmerized. “Gods,” he groaned, thrusting his hips sloppily on you, giving you his second load. You shuddered, feeling the ropes of hot cum filling you up.
He moved his hand from your wing, his touch gentle and light as he searched your eyes, cupping your cheek before he gave you a surprisingly sweet kiss. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, looking at you the same way he always did before he said goodbye.
Jeonghan hated this. Jeonghan loved this. Hated it. Loved it.
“I hate you,” he said, his voice reducing to a mere whisper.
It was sickening, it made your stomach churn, but it was not enough to make you wish you were something else. Deep down, you knew that Jeonghan would not want you had you been human.
You gave him a hollow laugh. “I hate you more,” you said, though your tone was devoid of all venom.
Then, the familiar pulsating feeling came. It only happened once in a while. It overwhelmed you with something you both welcomed and rejected. It was like a tight hand gripping your very soul. Jeonghan felt it too, you felt his body tensing up, still connected to yours.
Here it comes. You braced yourself.
Jeonghan retreated, slowly. He used his hand on your lower abdomen to push himself from you, grunting slightly as his cock slid out of your walls. With a heaviness that made his limbs clumsy, he gathered himself, standing up in front of you.
He tucked himself back in, picking up the rest of his things, with a perplexed look. It always happened like this.
He slowly turned his back on you, staggering against a tree, using a hand on it for support, he started panting in panic. You saw his back rise and fall just as you sat up on the ground, wrapping your wings around you protectively.
“Jeonghan, don’t go…” you said, sobs starting to coil in your throat.
But he did not look back.
The pulsating feeling gripped you harder this time, and that was enough to make you choke back a sob. Jeonghan grunted too, resuming to walk away disjointedly until he disappeared in the crowd of trees.
You wondered if this would be the last time you saw him. You wondered if the next time he saw you would be when he finally killed you.
There are plenty of monsters in this world, and plenty of mysteries too. You might be a mystery to Jeonghan, but he was not to you. Finally, you wondered if he suspected that the reason why he could not kill you was the same as why he could get enough of you.
You were what smouldered the fire within him. You were the peace to his chaos. The bond he could never break not even in death, his soulmate.
› author's note: i've done it! i finally write a fic that's under 10k words!!! aaaaaaaa
i've got nothing to say. i just want jeonghan to split me open with his cock in the middle of a forest
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prompt. @heliador. “ come and help me. ”
she drops the pen in her hand. fareeda's been writing again. usually that sentence wouldn't have mattered to her, since she's known for using her free time to write articles for everyone to read. this time, however, it is not the case. this time, she was dreaming again. she was overflowing with the intensity of the open wound in her head. “ my, my. where is all this demanding coming from? ” her head tilts as she says this. fareeda stares at hana and she can feel her eyes still glowing [ not as intense, but the voice is still haunting every bit of her body ]. she can still feel her mind in the other realm as her eyes try to fight to come back to reality.
in the very moment, she wonders how it looks like for others: when there's another vision etched at the back of her throat and no one can hear the screeching that she somehow has to turn into words. “ go on, i can hear you. if you can hear yourself, of course. ” her inauthentic sayings are the only way she can tell people she's fine. or, at least pretend to be. although she can barely keep her head straight to think of something better.
she doesn't speak for a second and then blinks. again and again and again. until all she can see is a blur and then a clear image of the hekau in front of her.
“ so? ” there are no maps in hana's hand, no sacred objects that she holds. her clothes do not carry any weapons other than her usual whip. it's as if fareeda knows nothing and everything at once. a joy from the bottom of her heart. she's delighted after all, excited even. something different was happening here. and then she states the obvious, just to get a response out of her: “ where are aalia and seif? the three of you are usually together when it's related to the usual stuff. ”
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kinktober | drowsy desires - m.v.

day 8 - sleepy sex | kinktober masterlist
summary: after an exhausting day, max arrives home late and slips into bed beside you. his touches stir something deeper within you, leading to a slow encounter under the covers.
WARNINGS: 18+ content, half-asleep sex. that's basically it.
w.c. 1.5k
a/n: last post for the week! this post feels rly weak, so sorry about that. having a hard time writing currently! next week will be the last week, so see you all then! let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.
the bedroom was quiet, the only light coming from the moon peeking through the half-closed curtains. the house was still, save for the occasional sound of the wind against the windows. you were halfway between sleep and wakefulness, floating in a pleasant haze when you felt the bed dip slightly beside you.
max had finally come home.
even in your drowsy state, you could sense the weight of his day clinging to him. the exhaustion radiated from every breath he took, each slow and deep as he slipped under the covers. he tried to be careful, not wanting to disturb you, but the moment his arm slipped around your waist, instinctively pulling you into him, your body stirred at his touch. his familiar warmth wrapped around you, and you sighed contentedly, nestling into him without opening your eyes.
max’s lips brushed your shoulder in a light, almost unconscious kiss. he was barely awake himself, just a tangle of weariness and longing, craving the comfort of being close to you. his fingers traced along your waist, drawing lazy, soothing circles on your skin. the movement was calming, lulling you both into a state of relaxed intimacy.
you turned in his arms, feeling the quiet pull of drowsiness still heavy in your limbs, and opened your eyes just enough to see the soft silhouette of his face. his eyes were half-lidded, the lines of fatigue etched clearly in his features. despite that, he gave you a small, sleepy smile, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.
“hi, schajte,” he whispered, voice gravelly from the day and from sleep. it was a murmur, barely audible above the rustle of sheets, but it felt like everything in the quiet of the night.
“hi maxie,” you whispered back, your voice a soft hum as your eyes fluttered closed again, lost in the warmth of his touch.
he leaned in, his lips brushing over yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. there was no urgency, no rush—just the simple need to feel you, to be close to you after a day that had kept him away. the kiss deepened gradually, max’s tongue brushing lightly against your bottom lip, tasting the softness there. you sighed into it, your body responding instinctively, shifting closer until your chests were pressed together, your legs tangling beneath the covers.
max’s hand slipped down from your cheek, his fingers trailing along the curve of your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone before resting at your waist. he held you like this for a moment, as if grounding himself in the feel of you, the familiarity of your body against his. it was as if touching you was the only thing he needed to unwind completely, to let go of the stress that still clung to him.
“missed you,” he mumbled softly, lips brushing your ear as he spoke. his words were heavy with sleep, almost slurred, but you felt their weight, their sincerity.
“i missed you too,” you whispered back, feeling the words drift into the darkness between you both. your hand slid over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.
max’s lips continued their gentle exploration, trailing featherlight kisses down the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. the touches were slow, almost absentminded, but they stirred something deeper within you, a quiet desire that simmered just beneath the surface. you shifted slightly, the movement instinctual, a silent invitation for more.
you felt the low hum of his voice against your skin as he sighed softly, his breath hot against your collarbone. max’s hand slid down your side, his fingers brushing over the curve of your hip before slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. his touch was warm and soothing, a gentle reminder of how much he craved this closeness after a long day.
he leaned down, his lips tracing a path along your shoulder, then lower, pressing lazy kisses to the bare skin he found beneath the fabric of your shirt. your breathing grew heavier, the quiet tension between you both thickening in the dimly lit room. you could feel his exhaustion mixing with his desire, creating a heady combination of soft need and overwhelming intimacy.
“max,” you whimpered, a hint of breathlessness in your voice, not needing to say anything more. he knew what you meant, what you were asking for without asking.
he shifted slightly, his hand sliding down to your thigh, lifting it to rest over his hip. the simple movement brought you closer, your bodies aligning naturally under the covers. max’s breathing was uneven, a soft exhale escaping him as he nestled his hips against yours, his arousal evident even in his drowsy state. it was a quiet, subtle acknowledgment of what you both wanted—needed—after the long day.
max’s lips found yours again, and this time the kiss was deeper, a little hungrier, but still slow and tender. you melted into him, sighing softly as your fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close. his hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers brushing over your core, and you let out a quiet gasp at the touch, the warmth of his skin against yours sending a shiver of anticipation through you.
he took his time, his fingers moving with a patient, deliberate rhythm, coaxing soft whimpers from your lips. you could feel the weight of sleep still heavy on your limbs, but it only made everything feel more intimate, more raw. there was no rush, no urgency—just the quiet connection between you both, built from the exhaustion of the day and the need to be close to each other.
max shifted slightly, his fingers guiding himself to you, and you held your breath, feeling the anticipation build. he pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he slowly pushed into you, a quiet, shared exhale escaping both of you as he filled you completely. the sensation was almost overwhelming in its simplicity, the slow, steady rhythm he set making every nerve in your body come alive.
you sighed softly, your fingers tightening slightly in his hair as you arched into him, the movement instinctive, seeking more of that delicious closeness. max’s hand settled on your hip, holding you firmly as he moved with a gentle, deliberate rhythm, each thrust slow and deep. there was no rush, no urgency—just the steady, comforting connection between you both, the quiet intimacy that came from knowing each other so deeply.
the room was filled with the soft sounds of your breathing, the quiet rustle of sheets as max continued his slow, deliberate movements. you could feel the tension building within you, a slow, simmering heat that spread through your body with each gentle thrust. max’s forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed, his breaths coming out in soft, uneven huffs as he held you close, his body completely in tune with yours.
you were both half-lost in the haze of sleep, but the sensations were all-consuming, every touch and movement heightened by the drowsy intimacy between you. max’s hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a tender caress, and you turned your head slightly to kiss his palm, your breathing growing heavier as the pressure continued to build.
“feels so good,” he mumbled, his voice rough and barely audible, as if he was speaking more to himself than to you. the words sent a shiver down your spine, and you arched into him, needing more of that slow, steady connection.
the heat continued to build, slow and steady, until you could feel the tension starting to unravel, the pleasure washing over you in gentle waves. max groaned softly, his grip on your hip tightening as he felt you tighten around him, his movements becoming a little less controlled as he chased his own release.
with one final, deep thrust, you both fell apart together, the quiet intimacy of the moment making everything feel more intense, more real. max held you close, his breathing heavy and uneven as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body trembling slightly with the aftershocks.
for a long moment, neither of you moved, your bodies still tangled beneath the covers, your breathing slowly evening out as the exhaustion of the day finally caught up with you both. max pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, his touch grounding you in the lingering warmth of the moment.
“love you,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. “so much.” you smiled sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “love you too,” fell from your lips as you felt max squeeze you tighter.
and with that, the quiet rhythm of your breathing lulled you both back into a peaceful, shared sleep, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s embrace.
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Hello, I hope you have a good day/night and everything is okay. I was wondering... If you could write something with Joaquin and fem!reader having painful period. And Joaquin comes up to something to make the pain go away and get her to relax, something unconventional 😏 ya know, some 🐱eating, etc... Basically SMUT, but fluff. It's okay if you don't feel like writing it, it's just a suggestion. BTW I love your work ❤️
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about this; wc: 618, pairing: joaquin torres x f!reader contents: NSFW/MINORS DNI/SMUT, oral sex (f!receiving), period pain, caretaker!joaquin, an: pwp basically but make it fluffy!!!! bc at the end of the day joaquin’s a simp. i hope you like this 🫶🏾
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You’ve spent most of the day curled up under blankets. Your cramps are relentless, the weight of them sitting heavy in your lower belly.
You’ve tried all your usual remedies—heat packs, medication, tea, even lying still in the dark—but nothing seems to help.
Joaquin notices because of course he does. He’s been watching you, the way you wince every time you shift, the way your body seems to recoil with the ache.
“Hey,” he says softly, his hand brushing over your hair. “Puedo ayudarte?”
You lift your gaze to meet his, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. You know what he’s suggesting— he’s offered before but you’ve been to shy. There’s part of you that wants it, craving the comfort and pleasure. But the other part? That part feels too exposed, too vulnerable. You feel self-conscious, unsure of yourself in this state.
“Joaquin, estás seguro?” You ask shyly. “I… I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
He smiles, tender and understanding, and leans down to kiss your forehead. “No te preocupes, mi amor,” he murmurs, his voice low and reassuring. “I want to help you feel better.”
You hesitate, unsure if you’re ready to let go of the tension in your body, to let him in so intimately when you feel this delicate. But Joaquin just keeps gazing at you like you’re the only thing in the world.
Slowly, his fingers brush down the side of your neck, warm and soothing, until they reach your hips. He guides you gently, lifting your legs and easing them apart with care.
“This okay?”
“Yeah,” You can’t help the soft breath that catches in your throat, but Joaquin’s gaze never wavers. He doesn’t rush—just keeps that soft, steady eye contact, his hands moving with a slow, confident rhythm.
When his lips finally find the sensitive skin between your thighs, you nearly flinch, the vulnerability of it making your skin heat. But Joaquin’s hands are there, cupping your body, holding you in place as he kisses you softly, slowly, the warm pressure of his mouth making the ache in your lower abdomen fade with each delicate stroke.
You exhale shakily as his tongue moves slowly against you, gentle and soft, just enough to tease, but never too much. His rhythm is slow, deliberate, as though he’s savoring each movement, each sound you make. You feel him press his mouth a little deeper, his lips curving against you in the most tender way, and the pain from your period begins to fade into something else—something much warmer, more comforting. His hands slide under your thighs, his thumbs gently massaging your sensitive skin as his mouth works against you, his breath hot against your skin.
The sensation builds, the ache inside you slowly being replaced by a new kind of tension, one that’s softer, sweeter, more pleasurable. You can’t help but arch into him, your fingers gripping at the sheets as your body relaxes under his touch. As his lips move with purpose, his tongue pressing just right, you relax completely, a soft moan leaving you.
“Shh,” Joaquin murmurs softly, pulling back to check in with you, his forehead resting against yours, eyes searching yours. “You okay?”
You nod, breathless and a little dazed, as the last of the cramps melt away. You’ve forgotten entirely about the pain, now only focused on the warmth of him between your legs and the way his touch makes you feel so incredibly safe.
He continues to kiss you, slow and steady, giving you just enough to keep you in that space between relief and bliss until it peaks. It’s a delicate orgasm, one that spreads calmly throughout your limbs. After a few more moments, he finally pulls back, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he smiles at you, tender and content.
“How was that?” He asks, mouth turned up into a smirk.
“Good,” you breathe, falling back more firmly against the pillows.
He makes his way up to lay beside you, pulling you close. “Good. I’ll always be here, hmm? Always happy to take care of you.”
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