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[screampied]

need gojo shoving my mouth down on his cock till my eyes roll back n im struggling for air only for him to quickly pull me off n call me pathetic for not being able to take it for any longer

☆ : gojo x fem! reader

⤷ tags: oral, spit, praise, hair pulling, dirty talk, big dick gojo </3

an. me tooooooo.

“…f-fuck, take it all the way down,” he’d grumble, a hand gently yet roughly gripped on the top of your head. his touch was quite gentle. your jaw was open as he sunk himself right into your tight throat.

his warmth, it was purely appetizing—you swirled your tongue gingerly against his fat tip, tasting the sweetened pre-cum that coated there. “good girl, no teeth. jus’ just like that.”

as your knees dug into the thick wools of the carpet, you felt your own saliva trickle out of your mouth, past your chin and into your chest.

“god, mouth of yours is always so m-messy,” he hisses, taking a second to bite his lip. “how’s it taste, baby? the meal okay?”

you eagerly nod slowly, his dick prods way back against your throat and you let off a gag. “aw, there’s that weak gag reflex of yours. so cute.”

gojo’s boxers were still on, just barely, pulled down just for you—you teasingly claw near the hem as you’re taking him into your mouth.

he watches you, breath hitching every few seconds and he’s just in awe. you’re so dirty, before he grabs your head, gradually shoving your head down and he hears you let off a satisfied, “mhmm.”

“you always know how to fuckin’ take it,” he murmurs, and you grab onto his flexed thighs once he starts to smoothly thrusts his hips into your mouth—you have the lewdest expression plastered on your face, the way your eyes rolled back, just drool escaping past your lips. gojo was all the way in, fully in, and you moaned, breathing through your nose.

by this point, you could barely breathe so he pulled you off, watching the strings of spit depart from your lips.

“pft. ‘s that all you can handle?” and you could hear the rasp in his tone, the kind of rasp that had you pulsing between your pathetic legs. “do you think ya deserve more?”

“y-yes,” you whined, licking your lips, already a mess since he pulled his cock out of your mouth. you wanted more, despite your gagging and utter mishap to take him longer than you thought. he was just so thick, a few inches down your throat felt like he was fully in, stuffing your mouth with such girth — the inches, it was something you couldn’t ever get enough of. “i can go longer, promise, ‘toru.”

“if you say so,” gojo snickers, and you’re already sticking your tongue out like a dumb cock-drunk girl. he purses his lips together, swiping his swollen tip all against your tongue—giving it a few smacks just to drag out a whimper from you. “now open wide, princess.”

you do, desperately anticipating his taste. he grunts, feeling you softly lick against his frenulum. the most sensitive spot he’s at, causing gojo to grip onto your hair again, giving it a slight yank.

“f-fuck, ‘s that’s it. hold it in, relax that throat for me ‘n keep me warm, yeah..”

gojo shudders at the feeling of your plump lips ghosting against his tip, and he’s buried all the way down your throat — thick cock having you an entire mess, just filthy. the very tips of your fingernails claw down his thighs as he’s pushing your head down every few seconds.

“good girl. pathetic, but good..” he tries to crack a joke at ridiculing you but ends up moaning from how good you’re taking him. “shit…”

with his thick shaft being hidden down your throat, you feel the sudden throb of a vein that’s running down him. gojo lets off a low sexy grunt at feeling your tongue tickle against it.

“stop f-fuckin’ trying to tease me, whore,” he mumbles, stammering over his words completely. once he moves your head down further, you gag and he groans, pulling back out just to watch your spit-coated lips tremor for more.

“god, you’re so nasty,” he pants, before smiling. “that’s okay though. as long as you’re nasty just for me.”

gojo tenderly brushes a thumb against your bottom lip while staring deep into your eyes. he gawks at how you whine, opening your mouth again—a sign that you wanted more of his taste and he clicks his tongue. “greedy girl, can’t get enough can you?”

“no,” you immediately spoke, leaning in to give his mushroom-tip a soft kiss. “i need more.”

“you don’t need anything,” he utters, bringing his eyebrows together. the sudden bass in gojo’s tone, the authority, you felt your pussy twitch. he’s still got a firm grip in your hair before he says. “you want. big difference, pretty girl.”

your lip quavers, growing impatient at his stalling before you correct yourself. “o-okay, i want more. please—please.”

“fine,” he rolls his eyes, with such sass he pulls your bottom lip down briefly with his thumb before uttering. “open up again. nice ‘n wide then.”

[hedgehog-moss]

Look, friends.

Do you think this is a post about my adorable baby succulents? No. Look harder.

It's about the GIANT HOLE IN MY FENCE that I had to patch up with cardboard.

I can't blame Pampérigouste for this one; the brutish nature of the damage is not consistent with her usual modus operandi. Pampe outsmarts locks like Arsène Lupin; she doesn't charge at fences like a bull who saw a red cloth. This is Pampe Pondering A Fence Problem:

No, the damage to my fence looked a lot more mindless this time. Boorish. Boar-ish. I'm blaming a boar. A deer would have destroyed the whole thing rather than just the lower half. Note that there is not a single tuft of llama wool on the damaged wire mesh.

(Note no.2: the boar's smile was originally meant to be a tusk but it really just looks like a sardonic smile)

I brought some chicken wire to patch up the hole—but there wasn't enough of it. Then it started raining and I felt persecuted and decided to just cover the hole with cardboard and go have my morning coffee and get back to this later.

This is not an Innocent Pampe post; there is no such thing. My temporary cardboard solution lasted 8 to 10 minutes. I'm not sure exactly when she got out, but by the time I went back outside to repair the fence there was a Pampe-shaped hole in the cardboard.

(Not really; she just kind of lifted or ate a corner then wormed her way through the very small opening. I think.) (See, this is how you recognise a Pampe escape: you're not entirely clear on what went down, you just know there was a llama inside and now there is a llama outside.)

It was still raining and I didn't feel like going after her, plus it felt pointless to bring her back in her pasture before the fence was repaired, so I went in the barn to look for my tools and rummage through leftover pieces of previously-destroyed fences, hoping to find something the right size.

Then I heard Pampelune's hyena shriek, aka the llama alarm call. It was followed by:

horrified chicken screams and frantic feather noises; the soundtrack of a violent fox attack

infuriated barking from Pandolf

very loud panicked braying from Pirlouit

basically, chaos.

I ran outside just in time to see Pampe emerging from the woods at a full gallop, pursued by a bear. I didn't immediately identify the animal that was chasing her as the giant dog that he was, because he was running with a weird gait, with his legs going everywhere like he was frolicking at top speed (I now know that this dog is a puppy that has learnt to run just a few months ago, but that didn't occur to me at the time because this puppy is the size of a calf.)

Pampe was running towards the cardboard through which she had escaped and she managed to squeeze through her small corner hole again (I assume—there were trees blocking my line of sight and I only saw her again once she was in the pasture, running for her life along with the other 2 llamas + donkey.) Meanwhile, the dog didn't see the corner hole and tried to power through the cardboard much like a boar, or was carried away by his momentum and didn't brake in time; I don't know. In any case, when I reached him, he was stuck.

My large piece of cardboard was tied to the fence posts and still holding strong, but the middle was a bit soggy with rain and not too solid, so the dog's head went right through it. The rest of his body didn't.

He could have probably finished breaking the cardboard quite easily, but for some reason he instantly gave up. On life. By the time I got there the dog was half-in and half-out of the pasture and he looked defeated. Which made my piece of cardboard look like a mediaeval beheading apparatus with just a hole for the head.

I went to lock an angry Pandolf in the barn and checked on the chickens along the way (ruffled & offended but fine); I was hoping the dog would figure out how to extricate his head from the cardboard in the meantime. He did not. I tried to call him in a friendly tone (from behind) to encourage him to free his head by stepping back, but the concept of taking a couple of steps backwards in order to extract his head from the hole might as well have been advanced engineering. He clearly had no idea where his head was, where his body was, how to make the two a coherent whole again, and he started whining pitifully.

I untied the rope I had used to attach the cardboard to the fence posts, then wriggled the piece of cardboard a bit to try and free the dog's head. The dog was alarmed by the wriggling and took several steps back—but I didn't manage to hold on to the cardboard so it just moved with the dog. He clumsily ran away, taking the cardboard with him, wearing it around his neck like the world's largest cone of shame.

He immediately got stuck between two trees.

I was starting to find the situation hilarious, but the poor dog did not—he lay down and started making sad broken noises like a malfunctioning dog-robot. He didn't look very threatening but he was still a very big (and stressed) dog so I felt a bit wary of touching his head to help him, and decided to run home to get a box cutter. I figured I could easily rid him of most of the cardboard and leave him with just a soggy cardboard collar that would soon fall apart. I heard my landline phone ringing from afar and ran faster, and it was one of my nearest neighbours, the retired lady who lives on the plateau.

"I've been trying to reach you!! I saw your llama in my garden earlier, I was going to give her a little treat—" (she loves Pampe, for some reason) "—but then my dog saw her too."

I know this woman's dog—he's a tiny thing with fragile nerves who thinks the whole world is out to get him, so I asked anxiously, "Did Pampe scare your dog?" and she said "Oh no! Domino is here with me; but I have a new dog. His name is Texas."

I thought of the gigantic puppy currently sobbing in my woods, held prisoner by two trees, a self-inflicted cone of shame and his total lack of reasoning skills.

"Yes", I said. "I've met Texas."

The old lady asked worriedly if he'd scared Pampe ("Il est un peu zinzin" she said—he's a bit crazy. "I wanted to call him Rex, but then I met him and thought—Texas!!") I told her I was pleased with her dog for scaring Pampe, because she needs to learn that her pasture is her only hope for safety in this cold uncaring world and as soon as she steps out of it she returns to her lowly status as a prey animal. Then I ended the phone call because I was worried both about Texas and about the large hole in my fence. Thankfully all my animals were still terrified and hiding far, far away from Texas.

Texas actually managed to free himself before I attempted to cut the cardboard, but he still thought of me as his saviour and was very happy to follow me through the woods back to his owner's place. Before we left I propped up the cardboard against the damaged fence, and despite the hole in the middle no llamas escaped in my absence; I think the whole area still smelled like Texas and fear.

I'll admit I was initially tempted to leave Texas with his head stuck in the cardboard in a more permanent capacity in order to patch the hole in my fence with this amazing anti-Pampe Cerberus. Like this

(I know this artistic rendering makes my llamas look like frightened carrots and my donkey like a bunny but I will not be taking constructive criticism at this time)

[omitea]

𝐉𝐉𝐊! 𝐌𝐄𝐍 + 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

. ft. gojo, geto, nanami, higuruma, choso & toji.

. content. implied f! reader in nanami’s and toji’s, mention of baby bump in nanami’s, mention of breasts in toji’s. its all fluffiness and fluffy intimacy <3.

. note. i have no words. i’ve used them all for this. sigh…also geto snores. disagree? come fight me. here babes @satorisoup <3.

☆— 𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

gojo doesn’t prefer a position to sleep in. the only things that’s enough to make him fall asleep, is being in your presence. he swears he doesn’t care how you both are gonna sleep for the night, but the moment you open up your arms to invite him in— he’s ready to crush you underneath him. cold, freshly washed skin clad in pajama’s resting against your body. he sighs in content, arms lazily dangling beside yours. you don’t tease him, instead you just let him rest for the day. he stifles a yawn in the crook of your neck— and immediately tells you it’s not because of the position his in. he knows that’s a lie, but he decides to stroke his ego just a little bit before drifting off. sleeping any other way takes him a little more time than sleeping with your body underneath him. inhaling your body wash mixed with the cold air.

☆— 𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

geto loves the feeling of your plush thighs around his shoulders. he claims that they feel like soft pillows filled with the white clouds in the sky instead of the wool in your very own satin ones. he prefers to lay in this position while he’s watching tv or on his way to nap the day off. the warmth radiating of your skin and onto his, makes it harder for him to keep his eyes open. he mumbles incoherent sentences about how he’s gonna sleep for a while and asking you if you’re sure he can sleep between your legs. he always goes to point out the reasons why it will make it uncomfortable for you. one of them, is him being heavy. and you’re quick to cut him off, saying his weight is like a weighted blanket and will help you fall asleep too. but the way he rubs his big hands from your knees down to your ankles will make you soon succumb to slumber earlier than expected. although not before he places sleepy kisses to the inside of your thighs with just a turn of his head. his soft snores that soon follow and fill the room finally convinces you to let your eyes rest too.

☆— 𝐊. 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

nanami had a favorite and comfortable position to sleep in. the first time you’ve slept together in the same bed, he wanted to make sure you were well rested and assumed that being in each other’s arms, did just that. he sleeps with your back against his chest, a knee between your legs as his finger traces random patterns on your thigh. he believes the reason for this particular position, is because being this close to you, hearing your breathing— soothes him and makes him believe that you’re not going anywhere. but now, he likes to trace your growing bump instead of your thighs. soft praises muffled against your ear such as; “you’re doing such a great job, love,” or “little one’s gonna be as strong as their mama.” and he thinks you’re asleep most of the time, but you’re not. you’re just relaxing in the moment with a sleepy smile on your face while your back is currently facing him.

☆— 𝐇. 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀

higuruma really feels closer the most to you when you’re laying on his chest. his arm secure around your waist as the other comes up to cradle your head. when he feels you shivering from the cold, he doesn’t hesitate to lift the covers up— giving you more to cover than himself. his lips feel cold when they touch the skin on your forehead, but it’s nothing compared to the cold your engulfed in as of now. they feel cold yet warm, and like home. he waits for you to fall asleep, waiting for the way your eyes flutter shut and how your grip on the duvet slowly loosens. then he kisses both of your eyelids with a sleepy smile— pulling you impossibly closer before silently wishing you good night.

☆— 𝐊. 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

choso is more tired than not, which makes him take naps daily. seeing the dark circles under his eyes never fail to make your heart squeeze. he tried different types of teas, calming sounds and even trying to busy himself more to feel less energized. but none of that seemed to work. although what he did notice, was that all the times you came over to his apartment— he managed to unknowingly fall asleep. head resting on the plush of your thighs as your fingers trace the line of his jaw. maybe its the quietness between you, or the delicate way you touch him, he doesn’t know. you saw the way he immediately fell asleep on your lap each time, so you made him a promise. one that contained of him being able to call you when he was in need of sleep. red eyes laced with exhaustion was soon a sight you wouldn’t see anymore.

☆— 𝐓. 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

toji may come off as stoic and unbothered, but he’s also up to some affection. it’s not all just about what happens when you’re behind closed doors in the bedroom doing anything to please yourselves. toji is too much of a character to admit, but he loves having your bare skin against his as he holds you close— trying to escape the dark world that surrounds him even if it’s just for a few hours. a warm and calloused hand traveling under your top as his head lays on your abdomen. he manages to find your breast in his hand and just lays there. evening out his breathing as he does nothing but keeping his hand there. he refers to it as a stress ball, squeezing it playfully before letting his hand lay still again. you often play with his dark strands of hair— combing the forming knots out and nails digging into his scalp now and then to make him fall asleep faster. furrowed brows now relaxed as unconsciousness slowly overtakes his body.

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !

[withleeknow]

forgetful.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff; minho is lowkey the biggest simp wbk, unedited ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ word count: 0.9k note: first fic of 2024! don't look at me tho, at this point i just keep writing the most self-indulgent shit lol

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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minho is the type to - 15 seconds after he meets you for your weekly date night - ask you where your gloves are when he sees your reddened and shivering hands. there was a greeting kiss preceding the question, of course.

"i think we both know what the answer is," you tell him, trying to rub your hands together for warmth until he takes them and presses your cold fingers against his cheeks, before he kisses your palms.

"what’s the point of getting matching gloves if you keep forgetting yours?" he says, a light scolding tone in his voice that matches the slight frown tugging on his brows.

"it's not my fault!" you try to defend yourself. you'd raise your hands for emphasis, but he's still keeping them near his face, alternating between kisses and blowing into them to get you all nice and toasty. "i keep them by the door on purpose so i wouldn't forget to take them with me when i go out. you have to at least give me a little credit for that. i just... never actually remember to bring them."

he rolls his eyes, an act that most would find patronizing especially if minho is the one who's doing it. but when it comes to you, everything minho does is full of affection, even as he pretends to be annoyed.

"what am i going to do with you?" he mutters like a disappointed parent.

"it was your idea to get the gloves. i didn't really need them though. i have you."

"but i'm not with you all the time, baby. you need to keep yourself warm."

"well, you're here with me, aren't you? you can keep me warm now. i'll worry about cold hands later."

squishing his cheeks together, you pull him toward you for a swift peck.

despite his exasperated sigh, minho still presses his lips against each of your palms one last time, even turns them over to kiss your knuckles, before he settles on intertwining his left hand with your right one, stuffing them in his coat pocket as he pulls the both of you toward the direction of your dinner reservation.

"wait!" you exclaim, holding up your neglected hand, "what about this one? it's cold too."

he turns to look at you, his face devoid of all emotions as he assesses your so-called dilemma. then, minho lets go of you, telling you to put both your hands in your own pockets.

"come onnn," you lament, pouting at the man in front of you.

"you come on," he retorts. "just do it."

you huff childishly, watching as the breath comes out in a puff of smoke in the cold air, thinking minho is really letting you fend for warmth by yourself for the remaining 10 minutes that it takes to walk to the restaurant.

it's not like you meant to forget the gloves at home.

before you can resume walking, minho moves to stand behind you, pulling you to him, eliciting a surprised oof! from you. he shoves his hands into your pockets, intertwining your fingers once again within the confines of the fabric as he shuffles you forward, his legs on either side of yours so it's easier for you to walk. the thick coats and wool scarves that you're both wearing already make you look like a pair of clumsy bears roaming the street, but with your back pressed against his front like this, you have no doubt that by-passers must be thinking you're two cotton balls waddling in the middle of the city.

"minho!" you laugh, partially embarrassed that people are side-eyeing this strange public display of affection. "stop!"

"you wanted me to keep you warm, didn't you?"

"people are staring!"

"you said you were cold." he seems unfazed though, continuing to nudge you forward like it's the most normal thing in the world. "make up your mind."

"i take it back!"

you do your best to plant your feet firmly on the ground to keep him from moving. it works though, or at least it staggers him enough for you to wriggle out of his hold. you take a few steps away from minho, and he looks at you with unimpressed eyes.

"i take it back," you repeat. "we're only a couple blocks away. i think i'll manage."

he stares at you for a moment longer, before he reaches into his bag and pulls out a pair of gloves, identical to the matching ones that you two picked out together a few weeks ago.

"how do you have my gloves?"

"these aren't the ones at your place," he clarifies. "this is your backup pair. i went back to the store and got them because i know you never remember to take shit with you."

you don't even try to suppress the grin that tugs on your lips when he walks closer to you, taking your hands and attentively covers your skin with the wool. "so you just... keep them with you at all times now?" you ask.

"pretty much, yeah."

once he's made sure that gloves are hugging your fingers snugly, you pull him down for a kiss, your lips moving together warmly. you feel him smile against you even though he's trying to look stern.

"you love me sooo much," you simper when you break from the kiss.

minho sighs, a long one as if to say yes, unfortunately i do love you very much.

"now come on." this time he does speak aloud. "let's go before they give away our table."

because that's just the kind of person minho is. because no matter how grumpy he may appear from the outside, he's still the type to always think of you and your wellbeing and show up for you even when you don't show up for yourself. no matter how callous his facade is, he is still the type to love you quietly. tenderly. completely.

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[gimmeurtmi]

whatever u do don’t think about seungmin having his first moment alone w his newborn baby while reader is sleeping after giving birth

why would you do this to me.

“is dad ready to hold her?” the nurse asks with a bright smile.

the smile doesn’t help seungmin’s nerves, but at least the nurse isn’t judging him for his lack of confidence. you fell asleep a few minutes ago, the adrenaline and the pain and all the endorphins calming down slightly and you were out like a light.

seungmin didn’t want to leave the room, just in case you woke up and needed something. after seeing you give birth to an actual living baby seungmin thinks you’re the coolest person in the world—although he definitely thought that before—and it would be unacceptable for you to need something and not get it right away.

so seungmin stays sat in what chan called “the dad chair” that was placed at the edge of the room.

“i’m nervous,” seungmin answers the nurse, unsure exactly how to hold his baby, scared to death of hurting her in any way.

the nurse gives him a knowing look, smiling softly before she takes a step closer.

“it’s real easy, dad!” she assures him, “and babies really like that skin contact. so if you feel comfortable let’s try that!”

seungmin nods. he does not feel entirely comfortable taking his shirt off but considering she’s a nurse, the same one that saw your whole birth process, seungmin thinks a little bare chest isn’t at all interesting to her.

he situates himself that way she guides him to, back straight and legs firmly on the white tiles of the hospital room.

slowly, and with a big reassuring exclaim, the nurse places his little girl in his arms.

she’s so small. she’s so so small and delicate and seungmin wants to wrap her up in all the cotton wool in the world but then how would he be able to make her laugh?

his whole world stops when she presses her small face into his chest, moving closer to his warmth.

seungmin feels like every moment of his life has led him to right now, to her, to his little small baby and her impossibly small fingers, opening and closing slowly as she lets out the cutest little squeak seungmin has ever heard.

“what was that?” he whispers, “you love daddy?”

she opens her mouth slowly, her eyes still closed shut, and seungmin decides he’s going to let her off the hook for not answering. she’s had to make a long journey to come out and besides, he has a lifetime with her to make sure she loves her daddy as much as possible.

“seung,” he heard softly, pulling him out of his dreamy bubble.

“bubs?” he looks over at you, watching your dazed face looking around the room. “do you need anything?”

“my phone,” you make weak grabby hands towards the air.

“what do you need it for?” he asks, looking down at the bundle in his arms.

“picture, need to take a picture,” you mumble.

seungmin chuckles. “bubs, you need rest. you can take pictures of us later.”

“promise?”

“yeah, baby,” he says softly, “i’ll be holding her forever actually so all you’ll be able to do is take a picture.”

he manages to make you laugh, although it’s weak and your eyes droop shut a moment later.

“she’s mine now,” seungmin says with a grin.

you shake your head softly, too tired to retaliate but the content smile on your face is enough for seungmin.

he slowly taps his big finger against his daughter’s small one and smiles to himself as the room fills with nothing else but his two girls breathing softly.

[dear-satan]

school bathroom

professor!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!Reader summary: you fuck your lecturers in the school bathroom warning: sexual content, age gap, cock warming

A large male hand muffled the moan that escaped your lips. Your back was arched and all the weight of your body rested against the toilet where you were locked in with your unearthly handsome professor - Leon Kennedy.

"Shh, baby" Leon leaned into your ear clamping his other hand on your buttock. He was in you up to your balls and his penis was kissing your cervix making your legs feel like cotton wool. "I don't think you want anyone to hear us" He slid half out of you, drunk on the sight of your soaked pussy. He'd wanted to taste it for a long time, in fact ever since he'd seen you at your first lessons in that whore skirt. You looked so innocent then…. God, he would have fucked you in that moment in front of everyone, never mind the consequences. "You're so tight baby…" He exhaled straightening up. In one swift movement, he plunged all the way into you again, and his hand moved from your mouth to your hair, tugging at it. Under the impact of this you arched your back even further - if that was at all possible - biting your lip while holding back your whimpering.

"Mr Kennedy…" you whispered tapping your nails against the porcelain tank. If it wasn't for the fact that you were in the school loo you would have made the most pornographic sounds you could afford.

"Mr Kennedy, huh?" his movements became more aggressive, pulling your hair even further in his direction "Are we in damn lessons?" a small smile crept onto his face "Or maybe you'd like me to fuck you in front of everyone? How about that?" The hug on your bare buttocks was sure to leave bruises the next day.

You closed your eyes letting the air out through your nose. His thick penis was ruining your pussy from the inside giving you sensations you didn't even know about. You moved your trembling hand to your swollen clit, stimulating it. You wanted to feel even more, you wanted to be in heaven, to reach for the stars. "L-Leon plea-" your heart stopped for a moment as did Leon's thrusts. You both froze like rocks when two schoolgirls entered the bathroom talking and laughing out loud.

Leon let go of your hair and was immediately met with your horrified look, which only spurred him on further. He put a finger to his lips letting you know to be quiet. His pelvis hugged your ass. He simply began to fuck you suppressing his sigh, ignoring the fact that outside the cubicle you were locked in were female students who could hear you at any moment.

Tears appeared in the corners of your eyes from the onslaught of emotions. You prayed in your mind that the two girls would get out of the bathroom as soon as possible, feeling your orgasm approaching you by big steps. It was the same with Leon, by the way - his movements became sloppy and incredibly fast heralding his own high. His cock was hitting your G-spot making you accidentally press cum, which turned out to be a hit. The girls were abashed by the presence of someone else and hurriedly left the bathroom.

"H-holy shit!" you shouted, alternately moaning and sighing. "F-fucking God… Y-yes…" Leon failed to silence you. Your voice only added a cold shiver down his spine as his own cock began to pulsate releasing streaks of cum decorating your cervix. You didn't lag behind either - you howled his name like a slut, clamping down on him. Your whole body was trembling with excitement combined with fatigue and if it hadn't been for Leon's hands, you would have slid to the floor long ago.

And it was just the beginning of your day at university….

[cheollipop]

gentle

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pairing: owner!seonghwa x bunny!reader x fox!wooyoung

w.c.: 2.6k

tags: smut, fluff, hybrid au, fem reader

desperate and whiny, your heat pheromones triggered wooyoung's feral instincts, forcing seonghwa to step in and teach him how to treat you properly.

warnings: dom!seonghwa, switch!wooyoung, sub!reader, heat cycles (f), unprotected sex (👎), multiple creampies, multiple orgasms (f&m), breeding kink, use of restraints (leash and collar), nipple play, hwa is referred to as daddy a few times, brat taming (kinda, wooyoung is too eager for his own good), cum eating/swallowing, cum everywhere, so much cum, wooyoung used to be a stray so he struggles with controlling his animalistic instincts, nicknames (baby, bunny, darling; youngie; hwa, daddy), aftercare

A/N: I've had this idea in my notes for quite a while now, and I've wanted to write for this pair for just as long, so I'm really happy I finally got it done :"" happy reading!

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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A silent home was an unusual occurrence. In most cases, Seonghwa came back to a brightly-lit apartment, it’s two other occupants racking up the electricity bill in his absence. This time, however, it was pitch black, the living room illuminated by the single lamp shining through his open bedroom door. He looked around as he walked through the room, taking in the mayhem that had broken out between the four walls: a broken vase by the coffee table, water pooling over the carpet where a bundle of roses laid lifelessly; the couch cushions thrown haphazardly around the room, only a few left in their place, Tom chasing Jerry on the TV across from it. Walking further into the house, he noted the untouched food bowls by the kitchen’s entryway and finally allowed worry to flood his system. Seonghwa was used to his two hybrids’ rapid footsteps as they barrelled their bodies towards him the second he walked through the door, climbing his body and nuzzling into his clothes. He was used to empty bowls and whiny pleads for dinner. And despite their playfulness, he was used to coming home to a fairly clean apartment, perhaps being met with wide, glassy eyes in case they had broken something while he was at work.

A soft whimper slipped through his open bedroom door and Seonghwa’s legs moved on their own, panickily rushing through the doorway and halfway into the room before stopping. His eyes widened and his leather work bag slipped through limp fingers as he scanned the scene unfolding before him – the fox hybrid covering you with his body and consequently folding yours in half, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he bucked his hips into your used cunt. Seonghwa’s eyes trailed down to study where you connected, the vulgar squelch of his cum being relentlessly fucked into you, streaming out of your hole and soaking your bunny tail, the ball of fur vibrating weakly at the overstimulation.

Seonghwa had taken Wooyoung in after spotting him dragging an injured leg along the side of a busy road, nursing him back to full health and realising he had gotten too attached to the cheeky fox to let him go. You had been shy and dismissive of the curious hybrid when he first entered your home, perhaps even a little jealous when Seonghwa spent a little too much time caring for him rather than doting on you. It took the fox a few days to open up to you, and only a little over a week for you to realise that Seonghwa was right: It was hard not to love Wooyoung. It surprised Seonghwa at first when you suddenly became accepting of the other hybrid’s presence, welcoming the insistent kisses he pressed to your twitching nose and cuddling up to him on the carpet where the afternoon rays warmed the luxury wool.

After a few months of the stray fox’s move-in, Seonghwa’s surprise faded into fondness whenever he found you and Wooyoung all over each other. But this? This was unusual – Wooyoung’s tail stiff and pointed horizontally, a deep growl muffled through his gritted teeth as he ploughed his cock into you, emptying load after load into your sopping heat. You met Seonghwa’s eyes, your face turned sideways on the tear-soaked pillow, the bottom half of your face wet with a mixture of Wooyoung’s drool and your own.

Your lips widened and closed, stuttering out a few broken moans before managing to form barely-coherent words. “I, Hwa- hnngh! I-I can’t-”

The tone of your voice – desperate and pleading – broke Seonghwa out of the trance he was in, quickly crossing over to the bed and wrapped his arms around Wooyoung to pull him away from you, earning himself a brute growl from the hybrid. Seonghwa watched as pearly ribbons painted your lower belly and mound, Wooyoung’s cock twitching as he came again, immediately standing back up and Seonghwa had to tighten his grip around him to keep him off you. Wooyoung’s gaze fixed on your fluttering hole, his tongue rolling out and drool dripping onto his lap while his eyes followed the trail of cum streaming out of your cunt and pooling over the sheets where you laid.

For a few seconds, Seonghwa did the same, but he quickly tuned out the throbbing in his work pants to tend to you. He was quick to take notice of the familiar flush coating your cheeks, your eyes glazed over and unfocused and your round tail twitching every few seconds – signs he was all too familiar with. You were in heat.

“Oh, darling,” he cooed, moving Wooyoung away from you and sitting down on the edge of the bed by your waist. He cradled your face with one palm and used the other to push your hair off your face. “Your pheromones must be affecting Youngie… Are you okay?”

Looking up at him through your lashes, you blinked a few times before nodding, your whole body tingling under Seonghwa’s touch. “I feel so full, Hwa…”

Seonghwa’s eyes moved down your body until they reached your core: your index and middle fingers spreading you open to show him Wooyoung’s cum overflowing from your fluttering hole as it clenched desperately around nothing. He managed one breathy curse before Wooyoung’s head lowered onto you to lap up his own release, a sudden cry leaving your lips as you grabbed at your owner’s sleeve. Seonghwa tore away from your grip to move the hybrid off you again, grabbing him by the back of his neck and angling his head to face him.

“Wooyoung-ah,” Seonghwa warned, steadying him with a cautionary look.

The stray turned docile at his owner’s tone, his ears falling flat against his head and his tail drooping. “B-but… ‘want bunny to have my kits. ‘Gotta make sure she’s full of Youngie’s cum…”

Swallowing the saliva pooling in his mouth, Seonghwa ignored the fully-formed tent in his pants – twitching and throbbing when his eyes flitted down to your dripping core – and relaxed his hold on Wooyoung’s neck. “You have to be gentle with her, Youngie. You can’t be that rough or she might get hurt,” he smoothed his palm over the fox’s head, lightly scratching behind his ear.

Seonghwa was too distracted admiring the soft blush tinting Wooyoung’s cheeks to notice your hand moving up his leg, inhaling sharply when you cupped his clothed bulge. They both looked down at you – nuzzling your cheek into Seonghwa’s thigh while your hand worked over the hard outline of his cock.

“Can daddy show Youngie how I should be treated?”

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Wooyoung leaned forward just enough for the leash to tug on the collar around his neck and restrict his airflow, pulling back and panting heavily before leaning forward again, lips parted and drool pooling on the sheets between his legs. He fluttered his eyes shut and welcomed the steady rhythm of skin-on-skin echoing between the four walls, knowing Seonghwa’s cock was drilling his cum into your tight cunt. He opened his eyes again to take in the sheen of sweat covering both your bodies, Seonghwa’s hips relentlessly slamming into yours. It was as though your pheromones were affecting him too despite him being human; you could tell he was barely holding on, trying to maintain a sliver of control over the situation to keep you grounded.

Having spent years with Seonghwa, nothing satiated your need to be bred like he did, grinding his cock into you in a way that sent hot waves of pleasure soaring through your body and fogging up your brain. All you could think about was Seonghwa, Seonghwa, Seonghwa – his fingers gripping the soft skin of your thighs, pushing one down onto the mattress and holding the other around his waist; his mouth periodically pressing against yours, swallowing up the soft melody you sang for him before peppering kisses all over your flushed face. Your whole body shuddered under his when he drove you into another orgasm, praise rolling off his tongue, his voice sweeter than honey while he guided you through your nth high.

“Fuck, good girl,” Seonghwa praised, brushing his palm over the side of your head and dipping down to peck the tip of your twitching nose. “More, baby?”

You nodded desperately, using the leg around his waist to push him closer and further into you.

"So desperate to be bred," he chuckled. "Wanna be fucked full of my cum, hm?"

“Please, please-”

He silenced your whines with a harsh thrust, the corners of his lips tugging upwards when your features relaxed, ecstasy flooding through your body. He looked to the side, taking notice of Wooyoung’s dick – the tip an angry red, leaking an obscene amount of precum – and how his eyes fixed on where the two of you connected, transfixed by his owner’s cock pumping his own cum into your stretched hole, pushing some out to dampen the soiled sheets under you.

Seonghwa let go of your hip to unclip the leash from Wooyoung’s collar, instead grabbing the leather and tugging the stray down to your chest. He didn’t waste a second before latching his mouth onto your perked-up nipple and sucking harshly. Trailing his lips over the slope of your breast, Wooyoung whispered against the slick skin and smiled slyly at the shiver that shook your body, “Gonna be so pretty when they’re swollen with milk.”

His hands remained behind his back – following the firm instructions Seonghwa had given him while securing his leash to the bedhead – digging them into his lower back as he resisted the urge to touch you. Instead, he licked his way back to your nipple, taking it between his teeth and biting down a little too hard, the sharp pain pulling a broken cry from your lips. Long fingers tangled in the hair at the crown of his head and tugged harshly, making Wooyoung face upwards to meet Seonghwa’s burning irises.

“What did I say earlier? Are you gonna be a good boy and listen to me?” Seonghwa growled, his other hand smoothing a thumb over your breast while he stared down the fox hybrid.

Wooyoung stuttered, mewling under Seonghwa’s stern hold, “I’ll be your good boy, I promise! Please, please, I’ll be so good-”

Seonghwa pumped his length between your pulsing walls to push out a dribble of the cum the fox had pumped you full of, scooping it up with two fingers and carrying it to Wooyoung’s open mouth. The hand still holding him up tugged at his hair to sit him up before stuffing his fingers down his throat. Seonghwa began grinding his cock into your heat at the sight – Wooyoung’s eyes glassy with unshed tears, his throat constricting around the long fingers fucking his own cum into his mouth. The older man knew he enjoyed being used like this, taking notice of how his cock twitched violently between his legs at the rough handling.

Seonghwa’s eyes moved back to you – whimpering under him and rolling your hips, seeking out more friction – but he continued making Wooyoung gag on his fingers. Once, twice, and the stray was painting your chest and belly with hot ropes of cum, moaning pathetically as he came untouched, the rough prodding of his owner’s fingers against his uvula enough to drive him over the edge.

But then you were cumming, clamping down on Seonghwa’s cock and deriving a breathy curse from his plush lips before he began pounding into you. Slipping his fingers out of Wooyoung’s hot mouth, he dug them into your hips and chased his own release. Your orgasm prolonged with Seonghwa’s relentless thrusting, you arched your back and gripped on Wooyoung’s thigh as the man on top of you drove his cockhead into your swollen gland, airy moans rolling off your tongue with the mind-numbing pleasure Seonghwa so generously gave you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted, “so perfect, the both of you, shit-”

Seonghwa was so close, a hair away from giving you what you desperately wanted. “Please, ‘want daddy’s cum,” you pleaded, the overstimulation violently shaking your legs. “wanna have hwa’s babies, please, fill me up- hnngh!”

He thought he’d cum from that, but then Wooyoung was bending at the waist, licking a stripe over your heaving belly to lap at his own release, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed it down. Seonghwa came with a throaty groan, speeding up his movements before slowing them down to grind his hips into your pulsing cunt, milking himself of every last drop and fucking it into you until it mixed with Wooyoung’s seed.

The next twenty minutes were a blur, Seonghwa guiding Wooyoung into the shower before coming back with a damp cloth, delicately running it over your body to clean you up. You asked him not to wash out the sticky mess inside you, and upon seeing your wide eyes and the trembling of your bottom lip, he couldn’t help but do as you asked. He placed feathery kisses over the clean skin, fighting the shivers shaking your figure. Whining when he got up to leave, Seonghwa raked his fingers through your hair to calm you down, waiting with you until a head of damp hair peeked through the doorway, the stray fox instantly jumping onto the bed to cuddle into your side. Secured within Wooyoung’s arms, Seonghwa detached himself from you to hop into the shower.

Wooyoung’s lips grazed over your neck, pressing into your pulse point while his fingers caressed and squeezed at your waist and hips. “I’m sorry for hurting you,” he muttered shyly, pulling at your heart strings.

Your fingers carded through his dark locks, scratching behind his ear until pleased hums vibrated against your neck. “You didn’t hurt me, Youngie, it felt good, but... could you be more gentle next time?”

Wooyoung peeled himself away from you and nodded quickly, pressing frantic, open-mouth kisses all over your face while you giggled. You spotted your owner leaning against the doorframe, a towel wrapped around his hips and fondness painted across his features as he watched his two hybrids love on each other. You reached out in his direction and made grabby hands, a grin splitting your face in half when he moved towards you with a breathy chuckle.

Tucked in between the two men, you allowed their warmth to seep into your skin, the delicate kisses planted over your shoulders, neck, and face making your body shake with giddy giggles. You knew your heat would pick up again soon, and the desperate need to be bred would take over you once again, but for now, you allowed the comfort they gave you to lull you to sleep, their steady breathing guiding you into a pleasant dream.

Seonghwa rubbed soothing circles over your hip, gluing himself to your back and moving the blanket to cover you and Wooyoung’s shoulders. He noticed the other’s man’s gaze snap back up, previously fixed between your legs to follow the trail of cum seeping out of your used hole. As though he was a teenager who’d been caught watching porn, he tried playing it off by pretending to be asleep, but his exhaustion took over him and his breathing slowly evened out. Seonghwa simply watched him, endeared by the hybrid’s high libido, always ready to pounce on you if you gave him the chance. Wooyoung nuzzled into your neck, his arm thrown over your waist and his fingertips brushing over the other man’s skin. Seonghwa’s own drowsiness pulled his eyelids shut, the world around him fading away and Wooyoung’s meek mumbling echoing in his head as he drifted away:

“I wonder how it feels to be so full of daddy’s cum... I bet it feels nice.”

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[astralnymphh]

veiled affections ⚝ | ellie williams

☆࿐-ˊˎ farm!ellie x fem!reader

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✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

AN: quick little smut to hold me off before i work on a bigger project/series fic!! more casual and less proofread like my last one but still pretty good ifya ask me <3

tags/cw: NSFW!! SMUT!! 18+ MDNI, usual playful bickering, one second of cuddiling, poetic ahh writing, very mild foreplay, hella dirty talk, lotsa swearing, oral (receiving) spitting, clit stim (receiving), petnames (babe, baby, good girl)

WC: 2k+

designated song: stargirl interlude - the weekend & lana del rey

synopsis; swept under your fossil gray wool blanket, a body deprived of slumber and living the effects of back-bending chores all around the farmhouse has you fatigued and yearning to supply the last ounce of energy with a bit of literature. eventually, ellie will set that book on rain check, and your fatigue, ..and her boredom. honestly, she'll definitely be the one to steal your energy instead of the book. 

radiance incarnate is what lies behind the glass pane just ahead of your bed-post. lunar light outstanding the dark night, never lacking a few stars that flecked the sky above the nocturnal forest, at least what you could perceive through a regular sized window. fusing with the comfortability of your mattress and cloaked in a warm wool blanket makes for a nice end-of-the-day reward while you immerse yourself in the realm of 'the odyssey'. ellie's not in bed. not in the room. she's presumably downstairs finishing up something, so not a clue of her coming is on your mind.

you wriggle around the soft bed altering your position to have one leg bent and the other draped over, the book upheld by the bulk of your thigh making it easier to flip through. page by page, word by word, space and time diminishes around you and is replaced by this entrancing world of mycenaean greece portraying the aegean sea. the room was dimly lit and still, minus the muted sounds of an owl and crickets chirping beyond the wooden walls. serenity lasts for a good half hour before an upsurge of hard rubber footsteps wake the floor by the bedroom door to the right of you.

"hey babe- ooh, what'cha reading?" ellie's voice grapples your focus to her profile, attired in her white shirt, grubby denim and converse that look like they've been dragged to hell.

"the odyssey." you respond as she begins to lurk closer, arms crossed.

she swipes her tongue across her lips, saying, "y'know.. savage starlight might be more.. fun to read?" in an obviously sarcastic note, creasing her brows together accompanying a brass smirk.

"to you, maybe. I actually enjoy this a lot." you cave the book over your chest, sitting like a roof, "you just don't have a mature taste."

"whadda'ya mean? comics are for everyone, and actually easy to understand." she clambers atop of your hips, descending her face upon you, "unlike the odyssey."

"pshh, the odyssey is a classic." you highlight.

"you're just mad that im right." 

you pucker a pout, slowly lifting the book between your noses till ellie knocks it down plumb on your collarbone.

"ah-uh," she intently strikes spires into your eyes with her persuasive peer, narrowing those lids in an undeniably tantalizing way, "can't ignore this now."

"you're right." you spat out and divided the space with your book again.

"c'mon.." she prys the book from your limp grasp, leaving it astray to the bed adjacent to you, "I'm here now, aren't I?" a humbly intimate whisper croaks from her toothy grin.

you banish your sight to the headboard above, pondering the words that would wisp from your lips, "I have a few pages left, babe, then we'll do whatever.."

"mmk, 'gonna lay on you though." she giggles and shuffles along the length of you, interlacing your limbs together and smushing her cheek on your stomach. her arms swathe your hips and tuck underneath your butt.

the book diverged from your fingertips finds its way back, cuddled between your thumbs and eclipses ellie's head from your vision. your pupils root back to the muster of sentences lining the page, with a certain breath gusting onto your mildly exposed midriff.

a scant minute survives before a husk is heard, "mmph- so warm.." the tip of her nose drags on your skin as she faces downward, marking an indulgent smooch to your abdomen. 

that brought a melliferous smile to draw out, instilled with admiration from her speckled kisses. it anchors your attention unwillingly when these kisses continue but you'd rather void it and tread on with reading as ellie treads on with a rampancy of taunting kisses. normally, this'd be blasé, but tonight, it's turning your tides.

ellie muffles, "wann' kiss every inch.." her nibbles subside in target of your navel, nuzzling on the pouch of your belly and biting your shorts' band, "fuck.."

"els."

"mhm?"

"what're up to?" the book slants down.

"you."

"elsies.." 

"just showin' my love.." her tone airs up and turns raspy. 

"I think it's more than that." you dig at her transparent peak in sensuality and prod her foot with yours.

ellie can't necessarily disprove this, she was blatantly horny but wanted to keep that 'under the covers' till you shared the feeling outwardly. a shameless smirk paints her mouth regardless, "y'know what I really wanna do?"

"what?"

a gnaw at her lower lip fracts the answer briefly, uttering, "I wanna eat your fucking pussy." and blunt she was, verdant eyes fastened to yours. she's so eager for you, clawing at your loins.

a shudder bolts the extent of your nerves and you clench around nothing but a throb at the contents of her question, visibly ruffled up by it, "babe.." 

"can I?"

nary a gloom of doubt inhabits your mind, the way she's laying on your body, patient to taste you revs you up like a torrent of arousal. oh my fucking goddess. it's making you go wild.

"yes.." 

"shit- m'kay, lemme just.." ellie wrinkles up the sheet in her fist, tossing it overhead till her head was obscured by it. the amber hue of her hair is subtle under the thin pearly sheet as she slithers down between the interstice of your thighs.

maybe the now carnal environment made it inconvenient to carry on with the perusal of your book, but you're elevating it back up from your sternum regardless. the vivid thought of her eating you out while you read is a bit elating, is it not?

ellie's cunning lips park at the epitome of your core, locking her biceps under your slack legs and dangling her still shoe-clad feet off the beds' brink.

"can't wait to see that beautiful fucking pussy.." her veiled voice has strings of raw ardor plucking in her throttle rippling onto your clothed entrance with a muggy pant on every word.

an unheard gulp passes through to the trench of your chest, sending out a reflex of sweet sensations to your pelvis, whimpering, "mhh- ellie.."

"shhhshhh.. i got'chu.." 

she begins to pleat your panties over themselves and slip them off your legs, whizzing them away to some lifeless nook of the tucked-in sheets.

"fuck.. shit-" ellie heaves in awe, even day after day of seeing you bare, it's so titillating to her, drool is abandoning her lips.

the paragraphs living on the pages merge into an unintelligible blob as your vision drowses and the only sensation you can detect is her breath lathering your exposed slit. an open 'ptui' is heard prior to a wet glob landing on your clit and evoking a jolt from your body.

"so sensitive.." she pokes fun at your reaction, slapping her digits down on your sappy pussy and rubbing the spit through your folds, which to much avail, juts your body again.

"fck!" you hack out a swear at each writhe and prod.

"yeah, like that?" 

the grip on your book tightens, causing it to tremor in your shaky hold.

"gonna taste so fuckin' good, mmh.." she murmurs to herself but you catch the gist since immediately after her lips envelop your clit and enlist deft torpedo laps to it.

a heap of pleasurous pricks throb in your cunt and garner a gentle mewl from your chords, whining, "gh- mhhhn.." tenderly in growing bliss.

ellie laps your clit in brisk flicks while sucking it up with noises similar to kissing resounding through the sheer fabric cascading over her head.

you observe the cover moving with every mild thrust of her head, creasing and shuffling with the halo of her hair. a hand prowls from the sheets' hem and searches for anywhere to rest, to which you beckon it to your breast.

she realizes this and gives it duo squeezes for good measure and her unemployed fingers knead the squishy flesh of your ass, all while smirking.

"mmhh~ I wanna see you.." you mumble into the whafted-shut book, knocking off the already sliding sheet with your knee to reveal a flushed ellie with her nose buried in your crotch, her pretty face poised between your thighs, stuffed in your cunt.

her irises hark this newfound horizon before her and diffuse an intense glare that shudders your soul, sinking her lips deeper into those parted folds and drinking up your sticky deluge.

her mouth disconnects with threads of saliva and slick following, "this pussy tastes s'fucking divine, you know that right?"

"y-yeah.."

"could go down n'you for breakfast, lunch n' dinner.. fuck- baby.." 

ellie retreats her keen tongue, dipping into your entrance and soaking up the lewd coating of your walls. oral sounds of her mouth practically having a make-out sesh with your puffy lips overflow the room and bounce like an echo betwixt your ears.

"ohh my godd.." your moans enhance and amplify in the sea of ebbing relief and flowing pleasure.

her pecan speckled skin tinted with rose is glazed with a sinful slick from how far she pushed her face in, a terribly arousing sight to behold when she withdraws to praise her own work.

"how's m'pretty girl doing?"

"s-so.. closee.."

"want' you to moan my name when you do, yeah?"

"o-okay.."

"I wanna know how fuckin' good I make you feel." her sharp curses stay unyielding in her expression.

"mh-mhghmm.." your throat clogs up in anticipation.

ellie pours over your bare stature one last time before gripping the back of your knees and pushing them up till your feet meet the sky.

"that's better."

her lips smash into your cunt once again and prove to be frothing with a craving for you, clenched brows and grunting into your groin intently. she explores every attainable inch like she knows it, licking up your pre-cum like it's the last fucking meal on earth.

"oh- fuck!" you wail out, webbing your fingers in her frizzed up locks by habit.

her inhuman speeds catch you out of the blue, binding her tastebuds with your natural taste and delighted in every millisecond of it. she hoists onto her knees and hovers over your bottom half, wriggling her tongue over your entire opening and sending that abused clit into overdrive.

"el-ell.. ellie! i can't fucki- ah!" a high squeak blazes from your gullet.

she blurts out, "cum on m'fuckin' face." submerged in your folds.

"els.. mh!"

it's the end for you when she starts purposefully moaning on your bud, finally ushering your climax to dull your senses and numbfuck your consciousness. your reality is painted with a globe of starlight just by the heavenly feeling of it.

"good girl..-fck, there there..." ellies gingerly tone conflicts with her devilish play, drinking up the breach of cum gushing from your orgasm.

"oof.. jeez.." you recline your legs once her hands flee, huffing your way down from the celestial heavens.

ellie clambers up and collapses next to you, a smug and prideful visage staring back at your profile. 

"did ya finish those pages?"

"erm, no." 

she butts off a laugh, "eh, well.." her palm advances your bangs, hooking them behind the conch of your ear, "ended up having more fun, yeah?'

"i- yeah.. I guess.."

"you guess?"

"coulda been a lot better."

"whaaaat?" she mimicked an offended countenance.

"like it's nothing to write home about-"

"u're just trynna rile me up!"

"what if I am?" you boldy tease, tutting your skull side-to-side.

and that's ellie's one weakness, teasing. her brows hike, hollering "ohhh- I see how it is!" and rolls on top of you and thrusts her pelvis down with clear intention, "c'mere-"

"fhmm--" her willowy finger seals your lips, heeding the provocation you've cast into her mind.

"you're on."

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[wreckedandpolemic]

okay first your writing is AMAZING!! second - for a request, white and gold with #5 and #144 please?

sleepy - matty healy

(mdni) in which you just let your boyfriend take care of you. part of the white and gold universe. 964 words.

You’re exhausted when you finally make it to Matty’s place, the long drive back from your university stressful and overwhelming. It’s worth it, though, to be back in Matty’s arms, his heart thudding steady and familiar where his chest presses against yours. “So happy you’re here, angel,” Matty murmurs into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. “So glad I get you all to myself.”

“All yours,” you mumble, teetering precariously on the edge of sleep, swaying unsteadily on your feet when he pulls back.

Matty laughs fondly, steadying you with a hand at your waist. “Go sit down, darling. Dinner’s almost ready,” he promises. You yawn all the way through dinner, dozing off on his shoulder when you curl up to watch a movie. “D’you wanna go to bed, love?” Matty asks softly, and you nod, letting him carry you bridal style up the stairs and set you gently on the bed. “Don’t fall asleep just yet, angel. Won’t be comfy like that.”

He undresses you tenderly, analogous from the usual frantic, lust-filled way he takes your clothes off, but he can’t hold back his choked-off little gasp at the sight of your red lace underwear. “D’you like it?” you murmur, faint traces of heat flickering to life in your belly at the way his gaze roves over your body. “Dressed up all pretty for you. M’sorry I’m too tired to let you enjoy it,” you pout.

“Oh, princess, I’m enjoying it plenty, trust me,” he chuckles, fingers skating adoringly over your skin. “So pretty, baby.” You squirm needily under his touch, hips rocking unconsciously upwards. “Oh, not too tired, hm, angel?”

You giggle. “S’okay, I don’t need it. It’ll be better in the morning, anyway. Can get you off too.” Matty presses a finger to your lips, shushing you gently.

“Don’t need you to, baby. Just wanna get you all fucked-out and happy for be before you go to sleep, okay? Lay back and let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll do the work. Let Daddy make you feel good.”

You nod, letting your eyes flutter closed as Matty drags your panties down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder to the floor. Your legs jolt as his lips meet your core, heat coiling in your belly. He laps at you slowly, indulgently, the slow pace exactly what your body needs. “Thank you for letting me do this. Missed this sweet cunt so much, baby. Couldn’t wait to get my hands on you again,” he murmurs, kissing your thighs softly, reverently.

“I love you,” you whimper, threading a hand loosely into Matty’s curls as he buries his tongue in your cunt. You clench around him, his fingers digging into your thighs as he moans into your cunt, the vibration buzzing gloriously up your spine. Pleasure drips slowly down your insides, thick and sticky in your lungs. Your hips grind down against his face, soft moans tumbling from your lips.

“Love you too, princess,” Matty promises, licking broad, flat stripes over your cunt. Your head is hazy, stuffed with cotton wool, your thoughts silenced by tiredness that has your eyelids drooping and bliss that soaks deep into your bones. Matty brings his fingers up to circle over your clit, pleasure sparking under your skin and kissing its way up your body, winding up your spine and buzzing at the base of your skull. “My sweet girl,” he praises, kissing your clit and sliding two fingers into you, your cunt full so fast you choke on a gasp. “So fucking pretty. Such a good girl.”

The praise slides gorgeously around your brain, sickly-sweet in the back of your throat as Matty thrusts his fingers in and out of you, slow and deep and fucking delicious. You don’t think you’ve ever been so relaxed, practically melting into a puddle that drips out over Matty’s lips and chin. “Feels s’good, Daddy,” you slur out, body limp with ecstasy. “Always make me feel so good.”

Matty smirks up at you, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot inside you, sucking on your clit in the same moment. Your body wracks with shudders, your orgasm taking you by surprise as you writhe against his tongue. He covers your thighs and cunt in soft, sweet kisses, worshipping your skin and letting you ride out the aftershocks before he slides his fingers out of you. “My pretty baby,” he murmurs, wiping his fingers on his sheets and crawling up the bed to lay next to you, still fully dressed. He pulls you in for a kiss, the taste of you sweet on his tongue. Carefully, he unhooks your bra and pulls one of his seemingly ubiquitous band tees over your head, smoothing your hair and kissing your forehead softly. “There you go, darling. Can go to sleep now. Thank you for lettin’ me make you feel good, angel.”

“B-But what about you?” you murmur, reaching down to palm his hardness through his jeans.

“We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now,” Matty promises, pulling his own shirt off and kicking out of his jeans. He curls up next to you on the bed, tracing idle patterns in your skin as you mull over the words. “Go to sleep, darling. I can see you thinkin’, stop it. Don’t have to think if you don’t wanna when you’re with me, remember?”

You tuck yourself into his arms, resting your head against his chest as sleep threatens to overwhelm you. “Can fuck me in the morning if you want,” you murmur sleepily. “Even if m’still asleep. Wanna be good f’you.”

Matty rubs slow, soothing circles into your hip with one thumb, lulling you into dreams. “Always good for me, baby. Always my sweet girl. I love you, angel.”

[vampiretendencies]

request; hii ! i absolutely adore your writing and was wondering if you could possibly do “move your blanket, i wanna lay down on your lap.” + lying on the couch on top of eachother, one combing their fingers through the other’s hair as they watch a movie with jj maybank please?

pairing; jj x fem!reader

warnings; fluff

authors note; ofc i can, thank you for requesting, happy valentine’s day !!! requests are open

list of prompts in honor of valentine’s day

JJ was enticed by what was in front of him.

Hot Summer Nights— a movie based primarily on drug deals and romance, both topics that intrigued JJ. All while muggy air, trapped its way into chateau, John B holed up in his room and JJ couldn’t stop peering into the TV screen.

You watched him aimlessly, from the island in the kitchen. Throwing away the remainder of what was left of the Pogues half eaten pizza.

Chin perched on your hand, you were fascinated by the satisfaction on JJ’s face.

Pacing over, you stand directly in front of the TV earning a huff from JJ. He’s cozily entrapped in a wool blanket, legs criss-crossed— his shirtless figure pausing the movie whilst smirking mischievously at you.

“Want some lovin’ don’t you, baby?”

“Mhm. Move your blanket, I wanna lay down on your lap.”

JJ, without hesitation, threw the blanket over his shoulder. Reading you like a book, his lap spreads wider in preparation for you.

“Wanted me this long, you should’ve just asked.”

“Didn’t wanna interrupt your movie, J.”

Your body inclines, crawling into the couch, doing so lowly— as he’d pressed play again. Helping you lie your head pleasingly in his lap. Hand on your shoulder, roaming where it desired but not where it could reach.

And suddenly JJ was disappointed.

He’d found himself trapped, due to the fact that he no longer gave a fuck about the movie. His only care is the passion and devotion he longed to give the lady in his lap.

“Not close enough.”

JJ complained, skin crawling to prod and knead your flesh how he’d yearned. You hummed in response, awaiting JJ actions.

Few pillows fell to the floor, whilst he swiveled his body straight to lay narrowly onto the couch— pulling you upward to perfectly align with him.

Against eachother, bodies squished lovingly against each others. Not an inch had been moved and the rest of the movie went unwatched. The tresses in front of him abandoned and he was tranced to come into contact with them.

“My pretty girl.”

A reminder to himself that he had all he wanted right at his fingertips.

[jymwahuwu]

i loved your jing yuan rq of him texting you and spamming you constantly 😭 it’s got such a nasty hold on my heart rn

like imagine you’re trying to get work done and your phone goes off every 5 seconds because he wants your attention and tries to distract you from whatever you’re doing so you’ll text him back

he usually sends you wholesome things, but once in a while he’ll send you a shirtless pic, or a pic of him in the mirror with his sweatpants sagging just a little bit to show you his boxers n’ waist

he also loves texting you like any regular husband would. constantly asking you how you’re feeling, complimenting you, trying to lure you into fucking him, and trying to make plans with you. just general domestic things

with the phone s*x though???? oh MAN he 100% will call you saying he has an emergency and when you answer his facetime call it’s him just jerking it and suddenly you can’t hang up and he’s laughing about how flustered you are. cue you throwing the phone and him going, “hey don’t throw me :((“

Thanks for the amazing idea! He'll definitely do it lmao but you won't be fooled a second time right?

related content: yan! jing yuan keeps spamming you and calling you yan! jing yuan visits your home

TW: yandere, harassment, masturbation, (implied) non-con, breaking into a home, hacking

Jing Yuan is really being your "boyfriend" and keeps sending you messages no matter what you're doing. He likes to text you like a normal couple, complimenting you, telling you about his work, sending videos of his cute lion mimi playing with balls of wool and rolling on the floor. Or send you some explicit messages to entice you to have sex with him.

If you tell him you are doing something, Jing Yuan will reply you: okkk :;(∩´﹏`∩);: i won't bother you. A minute later, you get a new message saying he read an article about dating places, and apparently there are different dating fads for people on every planet these days. You don't want to reply at all, but suddenly there are some noises outside the window.

There is a Xianzhou style spaceship flying outside your home window, and a new message tells you that he has booked a restaurant 2 light-years away and is now coming to pick you up.

It's like there's a big "?" over your head. You are petrified.

And facetime call! One night, the general keeps sending you messages telling you that there is an emergency. He has to discuss it with you via video call. You ignore it, but feel a little guilty - what if it's true? He might need your help with something…

"…Your inside is so nice… so soft…" Jing Yuan's long white hair is hanging on his shoulders. His hands are moving up and down, panting and moaning your name. "Oh? Hey baby, I didn't expect it to be connected. You miss me too, don't you?"

"Stop, you- what are you doing…" You frantically checked the button to hang up the phone, but it disappeared. He giggles, urging you to spread your legs now and touch yourself gently. You can only throw the phone aside and allow him to see the ceiling of your house. "Hey don't throw me :(("

This gave the general an idea. You don't believe him now, but Jing Yuan can modify your home communication system so that you can communicate with your boyfriend. He will be able to walk freely in your home as a hologram and give you loving company at all times. You must be feeling lonely at home, right? Before Jing Yuan visits your home, presses your legs to your chest and starts thrusting, holograms can give you some comfort.

[keeksandgigz]

hiii keeks! saw that we could share our thoughts about witchy and eddie soo i wanted to share that i’ve been thinking all day about eddie making witchy squirt with the rose quartz dildo lolololol🫠

goddamn y’all love that rose quartz dildo down omg 🫣

this can be read as a pt. 2 for this post

this is for @reidsbtch specifically cause that was her idea 🤭

this is strictly 18+ minors DNI please

“Witchy, can I ask you a question?” he says out of nowhere, as you’re reading your book on the couch. Your head lifts, and you can sense the wicked twinkle in his eyes.

“What is it?” you ask, closing the book you weren’t really reading, just using it as a cover up to ogle at your boyfriend while he played guitar next to you.

“Y’know how you complained about the dildo I got you not being uhhh” his cheeks tinge pink, as he looks into an indiscernible place on your living room wall, like the answer was going to be on the pink wallpaper of your house.

“Big enough?” you finish the sentence for him, he purses his lips and nods.

“Why didn’t you use your magic to make it bigger, or uh- curved or something?” he asks, a frog trapped in his throat as he everything he says comes out like a half- croak, maybe a side effect of when he turned himself into a frog on accident.

“Oh, no I did. I just made it look like your dick” you say, a shrug of your shoulders makes the purple shawl you were wearing fall off of them, nonchalant, like you were telling him your grocery list.

Eddie’s eyes bug out of his sockets at that. The thought of you using a dildo shaped like his dick? He nearly bursts in his pants at that.

“You uh- uh you what?” he stammers, a crimson red tinges his pale cheeks, blinking quickly at his goddess of a girlfriend who just so happens to be an actual witch and his dream come true? He really is so, so lucky.

“Yeah, I just- y’know did my magic thing” you say, a dramatic movement of your hands follow it “Do you know wanna see it?”

He blinks at you, slowly “Do I wanna- Do I- Fuck, witchy of course I wanna fucking see it” he mumbles, as you stand up, guiding him to your room.

You open the mahogany dresser in front of your bed, rummaging through piles of silk and wool, taking out what seems to be Eddie’s dick in crystal form. Veins and everything.

“Holy shit, witchy, you’re a fucking freak. Jesus Christ” he hisses, feeling his cock stir under his zipper, fighting the urge to toss you on the bed and use it on you.

“Have- have you used it yet?” he breathes, his hands finding purchase in his pockets, fighting himself from acting upon all the dirty thoughts he’s been currently having.

“Oh, I was waiting to use it with you” you say as you throw yourself onto the bed, blushing slightly at the darkened stare your boyfriend gives you, hair fanned out around your head and spreading you legs for him.

“Fuck, witchy, you can’t say shit like that” he rubs a hand over his eyes as he inches towards you. You blink up at him, bottom lip caught in between your teeth.

His hands run up your legs, bunching your long skirt up your calves, then your knees, then your thighs.

“Are you gonna use it on me, Eddie?” you mumble against the skin of his cheek, breath already heaving at the feeling of his calloused hands on your skin, creeping up the inside of your thigh.

“Witchy, God, you have no idea what i’m gonna do to you” he whispers as he undoes the buttons of your shirt, kissing your arm up to your wrist.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. I’m the only one who can bring you to your knees, am I right?” he bites down on your neck and you let out a weak “yes” as you arch into him.

“You don’t have to be so strong and powerful all the time, huh? Are you gonna let me take care of you?” he asks, hands hooking on the sides of your panties, sliding them off your legs.

You squirm under him, handing him the rose quartz.

“You get so fucking wet, witchy, and I barely did anything” he snickers, kneeling at the foot of the bed, nestling himself between your legs.

He probes your entrance with the crystal, as you whimper under him, with the cold surface coming into contact with the heat radiating in between your legs.

“Put it in, please” you whine, arching your hips into him.

“Such good manners, witchy” he smiles wickedly at you, letting the toy enter you. A loud moan you’ve been holding in your throat escapes you as he pumps the quartz in and out of you.

“Big stretch, baby, huh?” his cocky smirk is the only thing you can see in the dark room.

“Yes, so- so big” you pant out as he reaches a hand on your stomach to feel the quartz go in and out of you, slightly putting pressure there as he drives himself forward, tongue darting out to lick at our clit.

An animalistic noise falls out of you as you begin to grind yourself on him.

“You’re so dirty, witchy. Using your magic for something so, so, filthy? What would your coven say, hm?” he proceeds to give you another lick, making you jolt in pleasure.

“Would they say how much of a slut you are, my lovely witchy? Because no matter how much you try to hide it, you really are just a witchy slut” he drives the crystal in further, making you wail in pleasure.

“God, Eddie- fuck” you thrash on your mattress “right there, there there there” a chant falling out of your lips, his head between your thighs as he keeps on drawing moans and wails from you, it’s never felt this good before.

The coil feels weird in your tummy, like a pooling sensation that is making its way down, down, down. You fist and paw at your sheets and at Eddie’s hair as you search for purchase somewhere, anywhere.

His tongue keeps lapping at you, humming and slurping sounds filling the room as he keeps driving the crystal in.

“Ed-Ed I feel- mmm weird” you stutter, almost unable to get the sentence out along moans and whines.

“C’mon, witchy. You close?” he asks, placing a kiss on the seam of your thigh.

“huh ‘mclose” you mumble, as you let yourself be taken over by the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.

“You gonna cum f’me? Go on, baby, let go, I got you” he mumbles against the skin of your tummy as the coil in your tummy violently snaps, and your vision goes white. Eddie lets himself be soaked. Hair, face, arms, shirt, nothing is saved.

It takes you a couple minutes to come back to him, seeing white spots. You feel the wetness of the sheets under you and gasp.

“It’s alright, witchy, I gotcha. That was really hot, baby” he mumbles, scooping you in his arms, as you tremble from the aftershocks.

“I uh- I didn’t know I could do that” you mumble.

“Witchy, I think you’re magical” he whispers, putting his nose to yours, making you chuckle.

You try to stand up, but he won’t let you.

“No, witchy. Stay here, I’ll run you a milk bath and while you do that I’ll wash your sheets, sounds good?” he asks, kissing the tip of your nose.

You just hum, as he lays you down and disappears into the bathroom.

Your body really does love him.

[talaok]

I just had the worst and saddest possible day ever and all I wished was someone here, just to hug me under my cold covers. Can you please make something up with pedro and reader please?

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: I'm so sorry love, and I know your bad day was like two weeks ago, but perhaps you can keep this for another time you're feeling down.

You were cold.

You were so cold your feet were gonna freeze any moment now and fall onto the floor.

It didn't matter that wool covered every inch of your body, or that you were still dressed in your outside clothes, because the window was open, and as much as you longed to close it, you felt as if the second you moved from the fetal position you felt so comfortable in, the whole world would come crashing down.

And you didn't feel like having the word crash down. Not today.

All your energy had already been drained by the shitshow of a day you had to endure, and holding the word up with your bare hands was low on the list of things you wanted to be doing right now.

The second on the list you were already doing, lying in bed while hiding under the covers, but the first, the first one only one person could help you with, and he had yet to come home from work.

"I'm home"

For a fleeting moment, you wondered if you were a witch capable of summoning people just by thinking of them.

Your own greeting was muffled by the blanket covering your mouth.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

If you were a witch, Pedro was a mind-reader himself... although it mustn't been that hard to figure out something was wrong by the image in front of him.

The mattress shifted underneath his weight and before you knew it he was kneeling beside you, gently stoaking your cheek.

"'m cold" you mumbled, not turning around to meet his worried glare.

"why didn't you close the window?" he spoke softly, as if he were afraid of breaking you.

"I was too tired"

"Oh baby" he cooed, his other hand caressing your shoulder through the blanket now "What happened?"

You shifted slightly closer to him, longing for his warmth, before turning your head to look up at him.

"had a bad day" you tried to shrug as if you hadn't cried on your way home from work.

"I'm sorry" he said honestly, looking into your eyes like he wanted to dive into your mind and take away everything that was bothering you,

because he did want to do that.

"You want to talk about it?"

You slowly shook your head

"Alright," he nodded "you want me to close the window?"

You shook your head again

"What can I do then angel?"

"Get under the covers with me?"

"Whatever you want, sweetheart" he smiled, wasting no time before obliging.

Now you turned toward him completely, immediately clinging to him.

His arms wrapped around you, as your legs wrapped around him.

It was like an intricate game of twisters, except you were far more comfortable, and you suspected twister wouldn't make your heart swell like Pedro did.

You rested your head on his chest, and he placed his chin on top of yours, inhaling your scent as he had yearned to do all day.

you lost yourself in his own scent and the feel of his sweet yet strong embrace, and in only a minute, your worries were out the window, and you didn't feel even a tiny bit cold.

The man was like a walking heater.

"better?" he asked

"much better" you felt yourself smile

[imsofuckingdonewiththisgoddamn]

When Our Stars Cross Paths; VI Treech x Mentor!Reader 🌲Treech’s POV🌲

Pairing: Treech x Mentor!Reader

Word Count: 1.64k

Warnings: Cursing

Sweet Angels🪻: @nemesii @mrsyixingunicorn10 @chmpgneprblem @thxmiss @storiesofmyhead @valdezsttuff @nekee-lilac02 @shykittycat @aceofspades190 @holymotherfxrkingshirtballs @lostmoongoddess24 @nothing2113 @gracethg @primroseluna @multi-fandom-quote-chaos @cdragons @boreddemigodd @yazissupercool @baby-ditzzy

🎬Mood boards🎬

******************Treech’s POV*****************

He was about to throw up.

It had now been five hours that Treech had been stuck in this train, and the lingering stench of stale animal manure combined with the periodic shaking of the car was more than enough to make the boy nauseous.

He slowly slid down to the floor searching for some for of relief, legs aching for rest after the prolonged period of standing. It made him feel less vulnerable, standing. Treech didn’t have the faintest clue as to why, maybe it was his height that he felt gave him an advantage. Whatever the reason, whenever he had felt intimidated or threatened he usually found himself refusing to rest for hours on end, not realizing the toll it took on his body until he finally sat down. The air in the car was thick and humid and Treech soon found himself shifting to remove his wool coat, before remembering was this car was previously used for. He would rather suffer the sweltering heat than ruin what could very well be his only form of protection.

Protection.

A scoff escaped his mouth before he could stop it, causing Lamina to look up from where she had buried her face into her knees, hiding in the corner of the car. Her auburn hair was beginning to frizz and tears stained her cheeks as they spilled from her puffy eyes. She was young, at only fifteen she was too young to be condemned to this.

They all were.

The pair had known each other back home. Lamina often babysitting Treech’s younger sister, Hazel when him and his pa were working in the forests and his ma was running errands. The ginger girl had always been quite timid, only exchanging a few brief words every now and then with him, and even then her voice always remained soft and gentle, barely above a whisper. Hazel adored her though, always returning home from their escapades with friendship bracelets adorning her wrists and flower crowns in her golden hair. And Treech loved nothing more than to see his baby sister happy. He had always held a soft spot in his heart for all the women in his life, Hazel, his ma, even Lamina had grown to be a surrogate little sister in his eyes. Which was why it was devastating to hear her name echoed out during the Reapings. He remembered how she had failed to hold back her tears as she was marched onto the rickety wooden platform, peacekeepers unnecessarily close to the poor girl only scaring her further. He had been so caught up in his immediate dread at Lamina’s named being picked that he barely noticed that the boy’s name was being selected.

“Treech Laurier.”

Shock couldn’t even begin to describe how he felt in those first few moments. He was eighteen and as it was his last year in the Reapings, Treech hadn’t thought himself as likely to be picked. An eerie silence fell across the male enclosure as his classmates and neighbors turned to face him, all wearing identical pitying faces. Realizing that peacekeepers would approach if he didn’t start moving, he maneuvered through the rows of teen boys and into the aisle of the town square. He felt a gloved hand push into his back, a peacekeeper, incase he decided to make a run for it. But Treech did none of that, slowly marching towards the platform where Lamina and the mayor stood, it took everything in him to keep the tears from escaping his eyes as he turned to see cameras pointed at him from every angle. Like a fucking animal. He ascended the stairs of the platform, eyes casted on the ground and the mayor mumbled out a quick speech, only glancing up once prompted to shake Lamina’s hand. As he peered into the already swollen eyes of the young girl, Treech knew he would do anything in his power to protect her, even if it came at his own demise. However as he was coming to peace with this newfound promise, peacekeepers tugged at their arms dragging them away from the crowds of citizens just as quickly as they were reaped. The District seven pair were then escorted out of the town square, two peacekeepers crowding both of them on either side. Treech finally allowed the tears to flow from his eyes no longer caring if he appeared weak, and after a few minutes of trudging along the dirts roads of their district, they came to a dilapidated train, the tracks it stood on rusted over from a year of no use. The peacekeepers ushered the pair into one of the cars, nudging the butts of their rifles into their backs as they did so. The metal door slammed behind the two and before their eyes could adjust to the sudden darkness, they were moving, albeit rather slowly. The first few hours were torture, Lamina’s sobs only further cementing the realization of their likely imminent deaths, nearly bringing the older boy to tears for the second time that day. Eventually Lamina’s sobs and shaky breaths died down to whimpers and moans, and as he stood against the metal wall, Treech racked his brain for anything, any memory or thought that would draw his attention away from the train car, and the Hunger Games, and the poor miserable girl sitting a few feet away from him. So he started listing things, at first mumbling the names of his family members under his breath, each murmur bringing a new fond memory to the boy’s head. It didn’t take long for this list to extend to his friends, boys he had grown up with and laughed alongside during the long work days in the forests; subsequently places entered the whispered mantra, his secret spot in the woods down by the lake, his house, even his old school. Nearly two hours went by like this as Treech carried on with this spiraling list, continuing to name everything and everyone he wanted to come back to when a high pitched whistling, followed by a screech that of metal on metal shook the boys out of his thoughts.

They were coming to a stop.

Treech was quick to stand up, not wanting to be caught in a vulnerable position when the doors opened. He could hear people from outside on the platform, peacekeepers barking orders and tributes groaning as they disembarked, disoriented and confused. He pressed his ear against the metal of the car, attempting to survey his surroundings without actually seeing them. But beyond the booming commands of soldiers and the trembling voices of young tributes, he also heard a girl too. She couldn’t have stood too far away from his car, and her voice didn’t carry any hints of fear or aggression, so she didn’t fall into the two categories of people he had listened to previously. From what the tall boy could make out, she seemed to be having a friendly chat with someone a few feet away from the train. It was beyond Treech who she would feel comfortable enough to talk with like that, the peacekeepers back home weren’t notorious for being welcoming, and although he hadn’t met any of the other tributes yet, he doubted any of them would be in the mood to carry a lighthearted conversation. As the voice gradually got closer and closer, Treech found himself listening for it more and more, disregarding his previous mission of ease dropping on the people outside in favor of tracking the captivating sound.

Her voice sounded like sunshine.

Too busy being drawn in by the captivating words, Treech barely had time to register the metal door of the car screeching open as he fell into the wall, nearly falling directly out onto the platform. He brought his hands to his forehead, groaning at the collision that was sure to leave a bruise. He turned away from the wall and towards Lamina, who had started to peer out into the train station before swiftly retracting her head. She was too scared to go first, and she was definitely more likely to hurt herself on the jump down, with the entrance to the train car being around five feet above the platform. Big brother instincts taking over, Treech quickly made his way over to the now open doorway, eyes roaming across the vast train station—he was listen for or rather looking for the girl with the enchanting voice. Failing to see anyone who could’ve possibly been his mystery girl, he heaved himself onto the platform. He then turned back to face Lamina, offering her his hand, trying to convince the younger girl to trust him enough to exit the shadows of the car and to jump onto the platform. After a few seconds passed the redheaded girl emerged from the corner of the train, meekly taking his hand in her own as she hopped onto the platform, falling into his chest as she did so. Treech let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the stench free, albeit polluted air. Lamina seemed to be more at ease too, her sniffles becoming fewer and farther between as she took in her surroundings; fear slowly melting from her face as she caught glimpse of the other younger tributes, some even younger than her. However that all came crashing down when something or someone startled the girl enough to shrink away into the material of his jacket, a small petrified whimper escaping her lips.

Lamina cowered behind him, her frail hands clutching onto his coat as she peered from behind his back. For a split second, Treech became concerned that a fight had broken out between the peacekeepers and tributes and quickly moved closer to his partner in an attempt at protection, but when he turned around to see who was Frightening the young girl so badly, he found himself standing face to face with the owner of the enrapturing voice.

“Hi, You must be Treech! i’m Y/N, your mentor!”

A/N

IM SO SO SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES. IVE BEEN STUDYING FOR EXAMS ALL WEEK AND THIS HONESTLY SLIPPED MY MIND. I PROMISE TO BE BACK ON THE GRIND. And I know this is really short, but as I continue to write this story I wanted to create small filler chapters where you get to learn more about Treech and his relationships with everyone bc I feel like that really isnt showcased in a lot of fics. Chapter seven is in the works right now and i’ll have is released by Friday!!!

XOXO