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imaginesig · 9 months

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Dancing under the lights

Oscar Piastri x Ballerina!Reader smau

Platonic!Grid x Ballerina!Reader

These are just some insta posts that you/Oscar would make if he was dating a ballerina

yourusername

Liked by oscarpiastri, y/n_bestie, user5, and 24,097 others

yourusername: tis the season

tagged: y/n_bestie, y/n_friend

y/n_bestie I’m starting a Tchaikovsky hate club

yourusername count me in

y/n_friend1 same

user it’s been a week since Nutcracker rehearsals started and it’s already this had

user2 never underestimate the intensity of ballet

oscarpiastri stunning

yourusername aww love you oz🫶🫶

landonorris simp

landonorris can’t be that hard

yourusername says the one who goes vroom for a living

charles_leclerc 🩰🎄

maxverstappen1 Penelope can’t wait to see you!!

yourusername tell her I can’t wait to see her recital next week!!

oscarpiastri

Liked by yourusername, logansargent, landonorris, and 89,242 others

oscarpiastri: one thing about me, I’m never gonna understand the process of prepping point shoes

tagged: yourusername

yourusername it’s ok babe, I learned what a DRS is you can learn this

oscarpiastri all that money just to cut and glue and crack them up???

maxverstappen1 should I be worried!

yourusername just think when the time comes, Penelope will have me as a guide

maxverstappen1 so should I be worried??

danielriccardo I HAVE to see this process now

y/n_bestie pointe shoes aren’t for the faint of heart

user1 don’t these cost a fortune??

user2 about that yea

user3 stop she’s so pretty even when destroying shoes

yourusername

Liked by maxverstappen1, oscarpiastri, y/n_bestfriend, and 45,947 others

yourusername: My little baby angel is all grown up 🥹 I have never felt so honored as I did when she called me her idol and started this dance journey!! Beautiful Penelope I cannot wait to watch you grow and learn🩰🫶🧸

Tagged maxverstappen1, kellypiquet

oscarpiastri I think you cried more than her actual mom during this recital

charles_leclerc second to Max of course

oscarpiastri you could hear him 3 blocks away

maxverstappen1 this was a nice post celebrating P, how did we get here

yourusername Max always has to be number 1

kellypiquet she absolutely loved having your there!!! Thank you so much for coming

yourusername I adored every second of it

user1 your telling me that Penelope started dance because of y/n

user2 how did they even know each other?? Max and Oscar aren't even that close

user3 through Charles, she's a very popular ballerina and so when she posted a story dancing to one of his pieces they kept in touch-- I wouldn't be surprised if Charles drug Max out to watch her

user2 that's really sweet

user1 now you see why I'm crying over her influence on Penelope

oscarpiastri

liked by yourusername, Charles_leclerc, user1 and 46, 368 others

oscarpiastri: I've never been more in awe of someone before than I am of you. Every new production you steal the audience with your beauty and grace, can't wait to see what the rest of the season holds. To my favorite Sugar Plum fairy, I love you

tagged yourusername

yourusername aww oz 🥹 you're sweeter than all the people in the Kingdom of Sweets

y/n_bestie wow high compliment

oscarpiastri I know 😎

yourusername love ya both 💖💖

landonorris booo sap

yourusername what if you just 🤸🏻🚊

landonorris this is cyberbullying

danielriccardo ya'll see sum 🧑🏻‍🦯🙈

user1 the betrayal is unmatched

yourusername always a good day when Danny Ric is on your side

charles_leclerc beautiful production!!

yourusername number 1 ballet fan has entered the chat

maxverstappen1 Penelope hasn't stopped talking about this all weekend

user2 awww this is adorable

yourusername

liked by y/n_bestie, lilymhe, y/n_friend, and 23,938 others

yourusername: Sugar Plum Fairy, you've been a dream!! A special shoutout to @/y/n_bestie for being rock through it all, from party guests, to soldiers, to flowers and so many more 🩵🩰 It has been a wild season getting to live out my dream Nutcracker role. Let's see what else is in store...

tagged y/n_bestie, y/n_dancecompany

y/n_bestie IM LITERALY CRYING

y/n_bestie I love you so much 💖💖 its been an absolute honor to grow with you!!

yourusername my favorite Arabian sololist!! I love you much

lilymhe I will never not be impressed by you

yourusername awww I love you bby

lilymhe 😩🤭

alex_albon Oscar come get your girl

oscarpiastri 🫣

user1 stop not them dancing together since chilhood

y/n_friend the last slide 💀💀

oscarpiastri talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique

yourusername who taught him this bc I know damn well it wasn't me 🤔

landonorris @/logansargent

logansargent 🤷🏼‍♂️

charles_leclerc eagerly awaiting the spring run...

youruserame 🤫

y/n_bestie 🫢

oscarpiastri

liked by user4, mclaren, logansargent, and 97,379 others

oscarpiastri: what a season! Thank you so much Mclaren for helping me create an unforgettable rookie season-- cheers to winter break before its back to the grind 🥂🧡

tagged mclaren, yourusername

mclaren thats our rookie of the year 🏆

landonorris what a ride mate

yourusername so, so proud!!

oscarpiastri ❤️❤️

y/n_bestie she may be supportive but I'm not, why is this INCREDIBLE picture of my girl LAST

user3 get his ass girl

oscarpiastri In my defense I had to thank the job that paid me to take her on a trip

y/n_bestie you better be planning more posts

oscarpiastri pinky promise I do

youruserman did she just threaten you through instagram comments

landonorris your bf's a pussy remember

user1 my addiction can't handle winter break

user2 already started my countdown

yourusername

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yourusername: "we can leave the Christmas lights up til January"

tagged oscarpiastri, y/n_dancecompany

y/n_dancecompany new year, new routines

y/n_bestie take notes @/oscarpiastri you were the first two slides...

oscarpiastri how many stories and posts have I made of her since break started

user1 NOT HER HOLDING A GRUDGE

y/n_friend first one back to the studio I see

yourusername guilty 🫠

oscarpiastri I enjoyed our winter wonderland

yourusername I love you oz

oscarpiatri I love you too

landonorris bleh 🤢

danielriccardo you dropped this 🔴 put it back on your nose 🤡🥰

user3 who is teaching them these things??

user9 my sneaking suspicion is Logan

yourusername

liked by kellypiquet, y/n_bestie, danielriccardo, and 45,083 others

yourusername: a kiss can awaken the deepest of dreams ✨🩰🌙

tagged: y/n_dancecompany, y/n_dancepartner

user9 this is so aesthetic I could cry

yourusername I didn't come to mess around

y/n_bestie I cannot wait to put a spell on you

yourusername love my maleficent 💚

oscarpiastri come to a grand prix and you'll spend more time in bed than sleeping beauty 😉

yourusername i'd let you kiss me awake 😏

maxverstappen1 my daughter looks up to you, please stop

danielriccardo wheres Lando with his comments when you need him

landonorris im gonna drink bleach

oscarpiastri you had to summon him didnt you

kellypiquet P can't wait to play little Aurora alongside you

yourusername I wouldn't want anyone else to play little me!! 🩵🩵

oscarpiastri

liked by mclaren, y/n_bestie, landonorris, and 76,283 others

oscarpiastri: that moment when you girl has a killer opening weekend and you get a podium!! @/yourusername thank you for a beautiful week capped off with 2 big weekends. I love you more than words can tell ❤️

tagged mclaren, yourinstagram, y/n_dancecompany

yourusername awww oz I love you to the moon and back

oscarpiastri who's cutting onions

landonorris if y'all don't get married rn I swear ill fall asleep in oncoming traffic

youruserman oh 😃

oscarpiastri mate...

danielriccardo what a drastic change of attitude

y/n_bestie glad to see you've sorted out your priorities

mclaren we agree

oscarpiastri wow I don't even have admin on my side

user4 aww stop this is adorable

user8 the schedules lining up perfectly is a gift from the dance and F1 gods

user5 fr fr

yourusername

liked by oscarpiastri, y/n_bestie, y/n_dancecompany, and 101,012 others

yourusername: one thing I was never taught why how hard this goodbye is. I've called this company home since I was 4 alongside the best girl in the whole world. I learned so much about dancing, myself, and life. Taking my final bow after Sleeping Beauty I couldn't help but shed a tear- I'm sad to say goodbye to my home and my ballet family, but I'm happy to dance on and make them proud. Thank you for helping me grow and spread my wings 🩵🩰✨

tagged: y/n_bestie, y/n_dancecompany

y/n_bestie I never would've thought the hardest thing I had to do was let you chase your dreams 💖

yourusername youre not far behind 💖

oscarpiastri you are incredible, I love you so much ❤️❤️

yourusername thank you so much for all your support even when it was hard and you had your own career going on ❤️ I love you so so much

landonorris since our introduction, I've only grown more and more as a fan. You have great determination, skill, grace, work ethic, and so many more things I admire, I can't wait to see ho you grow in the next steps

yourusername aww lando, I'm so touched 🥹🧡

charles_leclerc you're going to conquer whoever comes next

yourusername Merci pour votre soutien

*thank you for your support*

charles_leclerc 💖💖

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oscarpiastri

liked by landonorris, mclaren, your username, and 23,088 others

oscarpiatri: i remember when we first met, we would spend late nights talking about our dreams-- its insane to have accomplished them together. You cheered me on throughout my F1 journey and I'm excited to see your first solo in the theatre you've always dreamed of! Break a leg my beautiful dancer ❤️

tagged: your username, newdancecompany

yourusername I'm crying in rehearsals rn

yourusername I love you so much oz ❤️

oscarpiastri I love you too love

landonorris sap

danielriccardo HE'S BACK

landonorris they still need to be endgame tho

user5 he's just like us fr

user1 "my beautiful dancer"

user2 IM CRYING

charles_leclerc the amount of times I almost spilled the surprise

yourusername the wait is almost up

oscarpiastri should I be scared?

maxverstappen1 we cannot wait!! P has been jumping off the walls for this performance

yourusername

liked by newdancecompany, oscarpiatri, y/n_bestie, and 89,283 others

yourusername: "growing often feels like breaking at first" - a farewell quote from my very first dance teacher.

Tonight I debuted with a new dance company, my second one in all my 22 years of life. Thank you so much Charles for composing a piece that speaks what I cannot. This performance is dedicated to past me, her company, her mentors, her friends, and her supporters. I chose to keep the costuming simple, seeing as I don't feel as complete without them just yet.

I cannot wait to keep growing and dancing with every part of me.

tagged: charles_leclerc, newdancesompany

y/n_dancecompany its an absolute honor to have had you, and an even bigger one to have lost you

yourusermane forever the home of my childhood

oscarpiastri I cannot wait to watch you grow, hopefully forever

yourusername definitely forever

charles_leclerc thank YOU for bringing out the emotion and life in this piece, I've been bouncing off the walls waiting to see the final product. You've made me into your number 1 fan

yourusername we make a pretty good team

oscarpiatri not to break up a sweet moment but this weekend Lelcerc is on site, Im her number 1 fan

maxverstappen1 you didn't leave one dry eye in the place!

kellypiquet i was truly moved by the art you put on stage tonight, you've got a long successful road ahead

yourusername 😭🫶🫶

landonorris you amaze me more and more every dance, best honorary little sister I could ask for

yourusername and I though you'd keep the sister thing private sap

y/n_bestie I never imagined the pain of watching you dance from the audience and not the wings, but I also never imagined the joy in my chest watching you fly like you did tonight. Remember no matter where you go and how much more famous you become, you will always be my best friend.

yourusername in all these years, the best choice I ever made was talking to the girl next to me with the pink dress 💖 I would be nowhere without you, I truly owe all my accomplishments to you and your unwavering support 🫶🫶

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caption: its you and me forever @/yourusername

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rustboxstarr · 8 months

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🖤 The babysitter doesn't leave for another hour 🖤

Summary: You and Eddie aren't ready to go home just yet

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Mom!Reader

Warnings: smut, slight handjob, fingering, P in V, semi public sex (car sex).

Wordcount: 1.7 k

A/N: This is so bad, ya'll I'm so sorry, I'm just trying so hard rn to get out of my writers block because I miss yall!!! I just can't fricking write 😭

Anyway, love yas!

Check out my other works!

“You have no idea how much I missed this” the smile you bore was adorable droopy as you stared up at your husband, eyes swimming with adoration as you hung around his arm. “Just sad it's over” he rolled his eyes softly, a small tug gracing his lips. For once you had finally managed to find a sitter and indulge in dinner and a movie all cozied up with Eddie, but the night had to come to an end at some point right?

Eddie's steps were slow as he led you out of the double doors to the car, taking care to stretch the time however he could. He didn't want this night to end, sure you both loved your kids but some time with just each other was a quality of life that was dearly missed.

You sigh in a strange mix of contentment and deflation as you sit down in the passenger seat. “Good movie though” your head rolls on your shoulders to find Eddie settling in beside you, “It was wasn’t it?” Your eyes gaze out towards the dark parking lot. Neither of you were really ready to head home and as a result you found the both of you just sat next to each other staring out the window, neither of you making a move to start the car and make your way back to the house.

“To be honest…” you whisper before finding the sharp jawline that you always loved to press your lips to, “I don’t even know what it was about” you snort as he finds your slack figure next to him. “Me neither” the chuckle that sounds about the car has your chest heating up.

“Yeah, got a bit… intense” you giggle, “To say the least” his laugh has your body fluttering as he speaks. His lips find yours as you both laugh at the fresh memory of what could only be explained as a PG 13 grope session. His nose nuzzles against yours as your eyes travel down to his watch when he runs a strong hand up and down your thigh. “You know.. the babysitter isn’t leaving for another hour” anything above a whisper wasn’t needed, he could practically hear your heartbeat in the silence of the night.

You mimic his movements as he leans back in his seat, “What do you wanna’ do?” He smiles, placing his hands on the steering wheel ready to take you wherever you want to go.

You scan the parking lot, it’s practically empty, save for a few cars on the other end. A wicked grin spreads across your face before you push yourself up on the seat and try to smoothly swing your leg over the centre console. Callused hands find your hips as you get situated in his lap, “Why don’t we take advantage of a whole kid free hour with no one to disturb? Make up for some lost time?” Your fingers dance along his neck, playing with the loose strand of curls that hangs free from his bun.

“I like how you’re thinking” his lips find yours is a soft but feverish kiss, hands squeezing your hips tight as if you were about to slip away from him. “But how about we take this to the back?” He whispers against your lips. You bite your lip in a smile and nod, eagerly clambering off of him as you open the door.

He grins wildly as he follows suit, opening the back door and with a small bow gestures you in “after you mi’lady” you giggle as you sit down and scootch your way over to the other side. You try to be patient as he scans the parking lot for any bypassers but when he’s finally made himself comfortable in the middle you all but pounce on him. Thigh swinging over his lap, attacking his lips with sloppy kisses while his hands wrap around you.

Your black satin bodycon dress has already ridden up your thighs but Eddie needs more, lips still attached to yours he forces the fabric over your ass and lets it bunch up around your waist as he grabs two hefty handfuls of your ass, pressing you down against his throbbing cock, encouraging you to roll your hips against him.

“Oh fuck” you whine softly as his zipper catches your clit which only has him forcing you down harder. It’s all a delicious mix of hot breaths and tongues as the stars shine bright in the night sky behind you.

You can’t take it anymore, the sensation of his thick cock pressing so deliciously against your heat has fiery tingles prickling around your thighs. In a hazy haste you manage to find his belt buckle below you and with a second of your fingers grazing his stomach Eddie's hands are there instantly to assist you. You kneel back to watch as he’s revealed to you. Precum dribbling from his painfully hard cock but before he gets a chance to release himself of some of the ache your hand wraps around him. Delicate hand pumping him slowly as your lips reattach.

His tongue feels like heaven against your own, he’s desperately grabbing at anything he can get his hands on before he finds what he’s looking for and sinks his fingers into the meat of your ass.

You gasp as you feel a hand move between the backs of your thighs to feel thick fingers running down your folds over your dark cotton panties.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you’re distracted from your task of giving both Eddies lips and his cock attention. He's quick to move your panties to the side and slip a finger inside your dripping cunt. Having no trouble getting a second in as you're practically gushing for him.

All you can focus on is the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you before you find his eyes and find him eagerly watching every twitch of your face. Your own hand starts up again and you revel in the sight of his own eyes rolling to the back of his head.

As if trying to one up you, his hand moves faster, you smirk down at him silently competing with him as you too begin pumping his cock faster.

“Shit, shit” he pants “okey okey, I’m gonna cum if we don’t stop soon” he slowly opens his eyes to find your lips tugging down and accompanying doe eyes “Isn’t that the point?” The pout is instantly replaced with a wicked smirk.

“Not just yet” he grins and pulls his fingers away from you, replacing his hand on the globe of your ass and harshly pulling you towards him. Your hand is being pushed away before you know it and you gasp loudly when you feel his tip running through your folds.

He has lined himself up with you and is pushing you down before you can even utter a word, all you can do is let out an obnoxiously loud moan as his cock stretches you open. You hear him swear loudly in the distance as you sink down.

God you should have date night more often because this was unbelievable. Eddie's thick head almost probing at your cervix, his shaft gliding so easily against your wet walls, his fingers digging into your flesh, bound to leave marks.

You were too desperate to really soak up the feeling of his thick cock pressing at your walls, instantly kneeling back up again to feel him slowly slide back into you again. A loud moan that had Eddie throbbing spilled from your lips as he watched you set a slow pace of forcing yourself up and down his cock.

But he knew that if you continued like this there was no way he wouldn't be shooting his load up into you within a matter of seconds. If even possible his fingers sunk further into your skin as he nudged you to go slightly faster. You took his hint and sped your hips up slowly, each loud groan rumbling from his chest spurring you on as you felt your wetness begin to pool at the base of his cock.

“Shit babe” Eddie huffed as you began bouncing in his lap, short, loud moans filling his ears, each getting more high pitched the faster you went until you finally found the quick pace that had your thighs burning and the leather creaking with every move. You were most definitely shaking the car right now, not making your action discreet whatsoever but you couldn't care not when his cock felt so delicious inside you.

“Fuck, yeah thats it, ride me baby. Shit, look so sexy bouncing on my dick” he groaned as his hands helped guide your movements, listening to every moan you gifted him with. “Fucking love bouncing on your dick baby” you whined as your head fell back, eyes rolled to the back of your head, solely focused on chasing your own release.

It was a scrumptious mix of loud moans, groans, incoherent babble from your fucked out husband, sloppy kisses and hands grabbing at anything and everything. You suddenly felt that familiar knot in your stomach tightening, “Shit Eddie” you breathed “Eddie I’m about to cum!” Your movements only increased in speed as his words fell on deaf ears until finally the knot snapped and you felt your cunt gush around him.

It was all a blur as your ears rang and your vision went completely white but finally you managed to regain your consciousness. Your hands found his shoulders to steady yourself as you let Eddie guide you up and down, abusing your overstimulated pussy until you felt yourself being forced down all the way, his forehead finding purchase between your tits. The head of his cock buried deep within you as a loud groan vibrated against your chest while hot spurts of cum painted your walls.

You slumped against him and it felt like forever as you tried to catch your breath again.

“Shit” he chuckled, planting a kiss to your lips. “We should probably get home” you whispered, “Yeah, we probably should” he sighed.

“I don’t wanna’ leave just yet. Can’t we just stay like this for a little?” he whispered against your lips, “Yeah” you smiled.

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lainiespicewrites · 1 year

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Coach Syverson Part 2

I really didn't think I was going to finish writing this so soon but ya'll loved the first part! and I love writing this so here it is the final part with all the good stuff! Also it's 4 am and I probably should have proof read this. but I didn't. Iwas so excited to get it posted because You guys BLEW UP the first part so THANK YOU!!!

Warnings: SMUT at the end, Oral (m and f receiving), (p in v), lots of cusring in the end , so much praising because you know he would!!

Sy was in coach mode with the team as I looked over the sign in sheet and greeted the students that were traveling to watch the game. Most of the students were loaded onto the bus now. Thank God because I was so distracted by him. There was something about seeing him like this, he was so in charge and in control. He had their full attention and he never had to work to get it. He had those boys respect the first time he walked out to the field. But he earned it too. He was such a good coach. I loved listening to the way he spoke with them.

“Alright boys,” I listened as he pulled the team into a huddle before they got on the bus next to ours. “Listen first and foremost I want y’all to go out there and pay hard. That’s what we’ve been practicing. We’ve watched their tape. These guys are a little bigger than you but that doesn’t matter. We’re faster. You come at ‘em low and fast they’re gonna go down. Matt I need your eyes on that ball at all times man! We just about lost some points last week because of misdirection and we ain’t gonna let that happen again right?”

“No, sir! I got you coach!”

“Atta boy! Derek, you keep throwing that ball like you’ve been in practice this week and we’ll be in good shape!” Derek just nodded. Sy smiled. “Alright, now boys I don’t want any messing around in the locker room. You go in, and be respectful, I want them talking about how great of character our team has just as much as they’re talking about how good we play, understood?”

“Yes coach!” The boys chanted in unison.

“Alright, load up let’s go!” The boys started cheering. I smiled. I loved watching him with them. The way he got them all fired up. And he matched their energy. He was so adorable right now. Joking around with the boys and

“Hey Miss Plummer!” right, I’m not a teenager watching my crush, I’m an adult, I have a job to do.

“Hi Caitlyn! Are you ready for the game tonight?” I smiled at her. She was all decked out with the eye under eye black and Tyler's jersey number painted on her cheek in the school colors. She and a few of the other girls made t-shirts and were wearing them to support a few of the players they were friends with.

“So ready!!” She squealed, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet. She looked over toward the buses where the team was loading the bus with their equipment, where I had been staring off earlier. “He’s so cute isn’t he?” She said, I raised an eyebrow and smirked a little.

“Are you excited to watch Tyler play?” I chuckled.

“Yeah, But I meant coach Sy, are you two finally together? He totally likes you! Everyone knows it! And you two would be so cute together!! The students talk about it all the time. I mean you’re wearing his hoodie Miss Plummer!” Wow that girl talks fast. He likes… no. But if the students see it? Am I really that blind? He bought my dinner, He brings me coffee, he called me his work wife. But I’m not his body type. These things don’t happen. Are my insecurities really that deep rooted that I can’t take the advice I give my students? But still. When I was in school I remember rumors spreading about teachers seeing each other all the time and they usually…. Well actually. Now that I think about it. They normally ended up being true. Some of them were even scandals. I shook my head.

“Slow down sweetheart,” I managed to let out a chuckle even though I kind of felt like I was having a crisis. “Coach Sy and I are friends, I’m just borrowing his sweatshirt because I didn’t have one. It’s sweet that you all care about us so much. I love that. I do. But well, that’s all it is, honey.” She nodded sadly. And looked back at the other bus and over at Sy. He caught us looking at him and smiled.

“Miss Plummer,” She sighed exasperated, like me not understanding my own love life was exhausting for her. “I don’t wanna over step but I overheard him and Mrs. Spencer talking. She came into his class at the end of the day Wednesday smiling and stuff. And like I wasn’t TRYING to eavesdrop but I heard them talk about you and I just couldn’t resist ya know? Anyway, she said she had this idea, she could back out of coming today so he could hang out with you and well…. Nevermind.” I raised an eyebrow.

“Caitlyn, what have we said about gossiping?” I said.

“Girl, It’s true though, that man’s got it bad for you Miss P.” I shook my head and smiled

“Get on the bus Caitlyn,”

“Okay fine, But when you guys get married, can I be in the wedding?” I rolled my eyes. “Guess that’s a no.” She said and stepped on the bus. I looked over one last time. Sy was double checking something on his clipboard while the boys finished up. He looked up and we made eye contact. He winked and I blushed, giving him a little wave before I followed Caitlyn on to the bus. Things took off fast when we got to the other school. Sy took the boys straight to the locker room to gear up because we got a little stuck in traffic. Myself and the two other chaperones led the students to their section in the bleachers and about 15 minutes later we were at kick off. Sy was completely in his comfort zone out there.

Our boys had the ball first. Sy had his couch voice on shouting a couple of corrections from the sidelines. The team made a good play but in the end the other boys were bigger and their defense was strong. We had to settle for three points instead of a touchdown.

The whole first quarter of the game stayed that way. The boys managed to keep the other team out of the end zone. The start of the second quarter the other team had the ball. They made a play and when one of our boys Zach Owens went to tackle the player he lost his footing. It had rained earlier in the day and the He slipped but still grabbed the player by the ankle. He got him down but he ended up at the bottom of a dog pile. Another player reached out to give Zach a hand to help him up, but he fell back immediately when he tried to stand. He was hurt.

I immediately looked to Sy, I was on the first level of the bleachers standing against the railing. I was close enough to see him curse under his breath before running onto the field. The medic followed him out. I walked out to the sideline. Sy and the medic got Zach up but he couldn’t put any pressure on his left ankle. Everyone cheered for him while they walked him off the field. Poor kid was going to be out the rest of the game.

“You’re gonna be alright man,” Sy said as they got him to the bench. “This guy’s gonna wrap that ankle and then you just chill here. Just breathe,” He clapped him on the shoulder and turned back to his place on the sidelines. The boys were starting the next play and already the other team scored a touchdown on us. I walked up to him hesitantly. He shouted something about tightening the defense. I jumped a little. I'd never been this close to him in coach mode. It was kinda hot though. What was I saying? I came up next to him brushing my shoulder against his. He looked over and his shoulders relaxed a little and he smiled when he saw it was me. “Hey Sugar,”

“Is he gonna be okay?” I asked. He nodded.

“Yeah, It’s not broken but he sprained it real good. He’s gonna be down at least a couple weeks. He’s our best tackle.” He sighed softly and his lips quirked up into a sad lopsided smile

“I know, that’s gonna kill us. But the boys can pull through. They’ve got you as a coach.” I smiled. He threw his arm around me and pulled me against his side squeezing my shoulder.

“You’re so damn sweet,” he said. I blushed and turned into his shoulder to hide my face. “You’re freezing, darling,” He ran his hand up and down my arm for a minute “shit,” he mumbled. He pulled out a 10 dollar bill from his pocket “I told ya I pay for coffee tonight, meant to give this to you earlier.” He looked down at me, his blue eyes briefly holding my gaze as he grinned.

“Logan you don’t have to do that,” I said trying to push his hand away. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

“You say that an awful lot. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to. Now quit arguing with me and take it.” He narrowed his eyes at me and nodded down at the cash in his hand. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“You know, you can be a real diva when you don’t get you’re way.” I said taking it from him.

“Are you complaining about free coffee?” He smirked and pulled me close to his side again keeping me warm.

“No,” I chuckled softly. I looked back at the bleachers watching some of my kids for a second. A few of them were a little two close for comfort. “I’d better get back up there,” I said sadly. I really liked being next to him.

“Yeah, I guess you should.” He left his arm around me a few seconds longer before he finally let me go. He was such a teddy bear sometimes. As I was making my way back to the bleachers I heard. A few of the boys on the team talking,

“OOOOH Coach you look at you,” One of them said

“That was smooth. Can you teach me how to do that?”

“You gonna be gettin some later coach.” The last one spoke. Logan’s voice was stern but still playful.

“Y’all wanna match zach on the bench next week? I won’t hesitate. Watch it! What is that an extra 3 laps to the 5 you were already running on monday Tyler?” He smirked.

“Damn Coach!! You Savage!” One of the other boys piped in.

“You wanna join him, Jake?” He mused.

“No Sir, I’m good!” He spoke quickly and I laughed to myself as I walked back up the bleachers.

I sat with the students for a while breaking up a few young couples trying to get a little too close while they were away from mom and dad. I hated to be a buzzkill but they know the rules.

Sy was back on high alert. At the start of the third quarter the boys were down by 10 points. They shouldn’t have been the refs missed and obvious penalty against the other team for shoving one of our guys. I was definitely part of the crowd that was screaming at that point. But right now Derek, our quarterback had gotten the boys down the field and they were set up for another touch down. They made the play. He threw a complete pass to tyler and they got the points! Every was cheering. With the extra kick good the boys only need one more touch down to get ahead.

The rest of the quarter went by and then only 2 minutes left in the 4th quarter. The team was still down by 3 points. The clock was running out they had 45 seconds left we had the ball but we were only at the 40 yard line. We needed a miracle. But Sy taught our boys well. Derek found an opening and through a perfect pass down the field to Matt. The whole crowd was on their feet. He Caught the pass at the 20 yard line and ran the rest of the way down the field into the end zone with 10 seconds left. We got the touch down. The student section was shaking the bleachers jumping around. The game finished and we let the kids run down to wait by the gate to make a tunnel for the team to run through. I walked down to the side lines to wait in a crowd of people to see the winning coach.

While I looked over keeping an eye on the kids while they celebrated with the team. I held my coffe close to my chest too keep me and my hands warm. I loved seeing Sy like this. This is totally where he belonged. He looked famous talking with the other coaches and people asking him about what he was working on with the team. I over heard two ladies having a conversation a few feet infront of me.

“Their coach is so handsome,” The first one said. She was tall, Thin long blonde hair. Wearing some sporty leggings the looked super expensive and the other teams spirit wear.

“Oh I know! You think he’s single?” The other said she looked similar to the other woman but a little shorter and her hair was darker.

“I don’t know I saw that lady with him earlier but, he’s gorgeous and well, I mean I don’t wanna sound rude but she seemed a little big to be his type.” The blonde said.

“No I know what you mean when I saw him with his arm around here I was like… if that’s his wife… well he could’ve done better.” My heart dropped. I knew they were talking about me. I felt like I was going to be sick. I knew it. Everything, I’d always felt, every reason I told everyone they were wrong. These two just confirmed it. Logan would never see me as anything more than a friend. My insecurities just kept bubbling to the surface the way I felt about my body and what I’d worked on for years all came rushing back. I ran right passed them missing the shocked look on their faces. They hadn’t realized I’d been so close. It didn’t matter they were right.

I didn’t hear him either. Excusing himself from the other men he’d been talking two and calling after me. I ran into the bathrooms locking the door behind me and took a deep breath. You’re not crying not here. You’re a big girl. Hold it in until you’re alone. I calmed myself down and took one last deep breath before walking back out.

Logan was leaning on the wall outside the door waiting.

“Hey Sugar, you alright? You looked like you were gonna be sick? Feeling okay?” Shit I didn’t even know he’d noticed me walk by. I nodded taking another deep breath and staring at the ground.

“Yeah, just um, felt a little off for a second.” I said. “I’ll be alright. You’d better get back to the boys.” He put his hand on my shoulder and I shrugged him off. I looked up and saw the confused look in his eyes.

“I’m meeting the boys at the bus, it’s a late night so we’re headed straight back.” he stated. “You sure you’re okay sugar, why don’t you ride back with me, I can keep an eye on ya. And the boys wanna thank their good luck charm for being here.” he smiled.

“No, I mean. No that’s sweet of them. And nice of you to offer but. It’s not fair to the others. I said I’d chaperone I can’t just leave them short like that.” I said.

“They won’t be Carol will be …”he paused and groaned.

“What do you mean Carol will be there? She couldn’t come tonight.” I was confused now.

“Damnit this isn’t how I wanted to do this. She was always going to be here. Uh she was helping me out… with…”

“Caitlyn was right,” I cut him off.

“I thought she was listening,” He chuckled and shook his head. “She told ya huh? Well cats out of the bag then, I uh,” He laughed and let out a shaky breath rubbing the back of his neck. “I really like you Darlin’, I have for a while.” He smiled sheepishly and bit his lip. My hands were shaking and all of a sudden I felt sick again. This is what I’d always wanted but I didn’t feel real. I couldn’t be here right now. Surely there was a punchline waiting there always was. This was a joke right. Those women from earlier are right around the corner somewhere recording. How could I be so stupid. I shook my head. Tears were welling up in my eyes.

“I, I have to go, they’re gonna need my help loading the buses.” I said and ran past him toward the parking lot. He called after me but I kept walking. When I got to the parking lot only one of our buses was still there. I let out a slow breath and then sighed. “God I’m a fucking idiot,” I groaned.

“I uh.. Sent the other bus ahead” I heard Sy say from behind me. I stood there for a second quietly and then just nodded. “Wait here, I gotta talk to the boys and then we’ll head out,” He said.

I watched him walk over. Some of the boys started to whistle and holler. I couldn’t hear Logan but he shut it down quick. The boys loaded up into the bus and gestured for me to follow. He gave me a soft smile and followed me on sitting in the seat across from mine. Other than the boys celebrating the game in the back ground it was a silent ride home. How did I screw this up so bad. He planned out this whole thing. But, somehow I still don’t believe this. My phone lit up with a text from the girls.

“How was the game? I saw you guys won!” Skyler sent. I needed them right now. I looked over at sy he was scrolling on his phone, or looking out the window, I didn’t know what to say right now. I texted the girls back.

“The game was good, But I’m an idiot.” I replied.

“How so?” Hayley texted back quickly. I poured out everything into the text. They knew why I felt he shouldn’t like me, even if I never said it. So I’m sure that was no surprise to them. I told them about what those women had said. And my little panic attack. Sy telling me how he felt and how I ran off. And when I finally clicked together that he had put this together so he could ask to take me out. And How I royally fucked it all up.

“Oh Alayna, I’m sorry. That really sucks. But have you tried talking to him about any of this.” Skyler said.

“I didn’t have the time, and I can’t, He probably already hates me now and realizes I was never worth it anyway.”

“Stop it dude! I don’t wanna hear that from you. Clearly he thinks you are. He went through all that effort because he wanted to make sure he got the right opportunity. So he would care if you told him! You need to tell him what you’re feeling. I know it’s scary but you have to.” Hayley sent back.

“She’s right Alayna, I know this is hard, but he’s not in this to hurt you, I know people have before but girl, You can’t believe for the rest of your life every man is the same. Pull him aside when you get back. You can fix this. We love you!!”

I knew they were right. But I didn’t have much time to muster up the courage to do anything. When I looked up from my phone we were pulling back up to the school. The team got off the bus. “Alright boys! Get home safe, I’ll see you Monday morning for practice,” Sy said before letting them go. I grabbed my things from the bus and headed to my car. But when I got there I noticed something wasn’t right my shoulders slumped. I’d left a light on when I was searching for a jacket. God I hope it didn’t drain my battery. I got in and tried to start it. But of course. What’s that saying. If it can go wrong it will. I got out and slammed the door shut. “Fuck!” I shouted. I couldn’t help it now the damn broke and I couldn’t help but start crying “I’m so stupid!” I kicked at tire and slammed my fist on the hood of my car. “Ow fuck!” I held my hand that was now throbbing.

“Woah, Hey, What’s going on?” Sy asked coming up behind me quicking after hearing me shouting.

“It’s nothing, I'm sorry. My… battery died. I left a light on. My car won’t start.” I hiccuped trying to control my breathing. He pulled me into his chest and hugged me.

“Okay, It’s gonna be alright. Breath. Good girl. Calm down.” He spoke softly. “Now,” he pulled away slightly to look at me in they eyes. “Do you have jumper cables?” I shook my head

“No I, had some old ones and I threw them out and never replaced them I… forgot.” he nodded. And let go leaving me against his car to go check the tool box in the back of his truck.

“Shoot. Yeah, I thought so,” He mumbled to himself, “Sorry, sugar. I left mine in my garage.” He said. I nodded. “It’ll be fine here tonight, I can take you home.” Again I just nodded. I heard him let out a deep breath. “Did I,” He paused. “Did I do something wrong? I, I just thought... Maybe I was reading it wrong. I was just sure that you felt…”

“I do,” I said cutting him off. “ I do feel the same. I just don’t understand why, you feel the way you do. I …” I didn’t know what else to say I just kept staring at the pavement.

“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I? You’re gorgeous. Shit, I’ve been flirtin’ with you since I met you. You really couldn’t see it?” I shook my head.

“No,” I said finally looking up at him. “I wanted to. I really wanted to, but I just couldn’t believe that a guy as good looking as you would find me attractive.” I said. He chuckled softly. “Don’t laugh at me!” I pouted.

“I’m not, it’s just, baby, you might just be the dumbest smart girl i’ve ever met. Seriously, that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. And I coach teenage boys!” I smiled a little. “There she is. You wanna tell me what’s goin on in that pretty little head of yours? He asked. I took a deep breath. It’s now or never.

“I was waiting to talk to you after the game, and I heard these women talking. They were talking about how handsome you are. And if you were single. One of them had said they’d seen me with you on the sidelines. She made a comment about my weight and that there was no way I would be your type. And The other girl said some things too. I felt really insecure. I already didn’t believe that you would be into me but when I heard someone else say it, it solidified it for me. And then when you told me how you felt. It felt like a joke. I felt like I was in high school again and everyone was going to gather around and start laughing. And to be honest. My experiences since then haven’t been great. I haven’t been with good guys. I just I was afraid I was going to be hurt. Honestly sometimes I don’t even know how I do this job because I can’t even take my own advice.” I looked down again. It was a relief to let it all out but if I looked him in the eye I was going to start crying again. I was already weak enough in this moment.

Sy stepped back around the car to where I was standing. He gently put his hands on my hips and pulled against him. He brought one hand up brushing the hair out of my face and resting it on my cheek. “I wish you could understand how wrong they are. I know you don’t not right now. But I’m gonna help you see yourself the way I do Sugar,” He didn’t hesitate any longer. He pressed us further against the car and leaned down pressing his lips to mine. His lips were soft and his body was warm against mine. He kissed me slowly and soft his beard tickling against my jaw. I snaked my hands around his neck pulling him closer. And I felt him smile against my lips. He pulled away slowly eyes fluttering open still holding me against him. “Baby you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that. I don’t know what other people have said to you. Or what you’ve been through. But when I tell you you’re beautiful I mean it. And when say I wanna take you home with me, it aint no joke baby. Do you trust me?” He askes staring down at me holding my face in his hands.

“I trust you Logan, so much that is scares me.” I admitted.

“I’d never hurt you like that Darlin’ that’s a promise.” I pulled him down and kissed him again. Harder this time. He groaned against my lips and squeezed my hip pulling me closer. He slid his hand into my hair holding me there as he started to gently suck on my bottom lip. We pulled away to catch our breath and had big goofy grin on his face as he leaned his forehead against mine. “I’d love to do this all night baby,” He chuckled. “But its late and its only gonna get colder out here, I need to get you home.” I blushed.

“Yeah, it’s almost midnight. We really should get going.”

He opened the passenger door of the truck for me and made sure I got in okay before he shut the door and got in on the other side. He started the truck and we pulled out of the parking lot.

“Sy?” I spoke softy.

“Yeah baby?” He looked over just for a second to let me know he was listening.

“Did you mean it, when you said you wanted to take me home with you?” I asked. He literally snorted.

“What do you think?” He smirked taking one hand of the wheel and resting it on my thigh. I could feel my heart rate speed up and I was blushing. How the hell was it so easy for him to turn me on?

“I want to.” I said. He looked like he was about to choke.

“Yeah? You don’t have to Sugar, I didn’t mean… I mean I want you to. But I don’t want you to fee like I’m pressuring you or anything. Shit I ain’t even taken you out yet. Not really.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed it softly.

“Logan, I really want to.” I said. He just smiled.

“Alright, baby.”

He drove us back to his place parking the truck in his drive way. “Right this way Darlin,” He smirked leading me up the front steps and unlocking the door. I followed him inside and he quickly shut the door behind him backing me up against it. “You really have no idea what your doing to me do you baby?” He licked his lips looking me up an down hungrily. I’d never seen him like this. The look in his eye was almost, animalistic. And it was so. Fucking. Hot. “Here I was thinking you were an innocent little thing.” He pinned my against the door holding me there in his hands. He leaned down crushing his lips against mine. This was different than the kisses we’d shared earlier , slow and sensual, this was hungry, needy. “Practically begging me to bring you home. You know how long I’ve been thinking about this? Getting you home with me? Under me? Fuck.” he breathed

He pulled me away from the wall and pulled at the bottom of his hoodie I was still wearing. I lited my arms and let him pull it over my head along with my shirt leaving them in a pile on the floor. We walked a little farther into the house. He pulled his shirt off tossing it next to us as he pulled me into his lap on the couch. I leaned back to admire his toned chest running my fingers throught the soft curls there. He slid his hand into my hair groaning into my mouth as he pulled me in for another kiss. He bit my bottom lip slowly dragging it between his teeth. He started. Peppering kisses down my jaw before leaving wet kisses along my neck.

His hands were everywhere roaming over bra squeezing my breasts, running them down my sides and around grabbing my ass. I felt his hand move around my back plaing with the clasp of my bra. “Need this off baby.” He mumbled against my chest. He managed to undo it and I let it fall tossing it to the floor. “Mm fuck yes,” He moaned dipping his head down taking one of my nipples into his mouth and teasing the other with his thumb. I moaned and rolled my hips against his. I could feel his hard cock straining aginst his jeans. He groaned against me giving the other nipple attention.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He said stood from the couch picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Sy!” I Squealed. He carried me to his bedroom setting me on his bed. He crawled on top of me. His hands were already on the waist band of my leggings.

“Is this okay,” He paused. I nodded eagerly and he chuckled. “Good girl.” He pulled them down swiftly with my panties leaving me completely bare infront of him. “Fucking beautful” he said as he starting kissng down my stomach. He nipped at my thigh leaving wet kisses there. He pushed my legs open a little further and pulled me to the end of the bed. I was completely exposed to him but I didn’t care. I trusted him completely. He met my gazed and ran his and up my thigh before brushing his fingers through my folds. I moaned as his fingers brushed across my clit “God damn baby, all this for me? Fuckin soaked. “ He smirked He pressed his thumb to my clit rubbing in rough circles.

“Fuck!” I moaned “Logan please!” I grabed his wrist the sensation already feeling overstimulating. It’s been so long.

“We’ll get there baby.” He teased. Finally he kissed down my inner thigh and brushed his tongue against my clit.

“Oh my god!” I whimpered ran my fingers over his hair as he sucked on my clit. He slid two finger inside me pumping slowly. I squirmed against him but he used his other hand to hold my hips down. God he was so strong.

“Keep still sugar. Don’t make me tell ya again,” He said before going back to work on my clit and curving his fingers in side me pumping them a little faster. I was seeing starts. I pushed his head down holding him there.

“Oh my god, don’t stop!” I moaned. I came hard around his fingers and he slid them out and licked them clean.

“Mm you taste so good baby. So fuckin’ sweet.” He stood up from the bed finally ridding himself of his jeans and boxers. His hard cock rested against his stomach. He was huge. I bit my lip and he chuckled.

“I’ll go easy on you baby,” he said as he started crawling on top of me again.

“Mm wait,” He stopped raising an eye brow. I pushed him back against the pillows and kisses his lips softly. I kissed down his chest and finally settled between his legs. I bit my lip and looked up at him innocently “Just wanna taste it,” He smirked.

“Dirty little girl ain’t ya, mm” he pulled my hair back guiding me down. I licked the length of his cock. He groaned softly. I loved the sounds he made. So deep and almost feral. I finally took the tip in my mouth and slowly started to suck him off. I took him as far as I could letting him hit the back of my throat. He growled. “That’s it baby, good girl.” I kept bobbing my head on his cock and wrapped my and around the base where I couldn’t fit him in. I felt him tug on my hair and pull me up. “That feels amazing baby but I’m not gonna last if you keep that up.”

He kissed me again and laid me down pulling leg over his shoulder. He ran the head of his cock up and down my folds getting it nice and wet. “You ready baby girl?” I nodded. He slowly pushed in. He held him self up bracing him self on one arm. He pushed in slow inch by inch letting me adjust to him. When he bottomed out he stayed there for a minute. “You okay baby?”

“Logan, it’s sweet that you’re asking but please fuck me.” He let out a low growl and pulled almost all the way snapping his hips back into me. I moaned feeling him deep inside me. He grabbed my hip pulling me closer and kept thrusting into me. He moaned as he reached between us finding my clit with his thumb. The rythem of his thrusts and hitting just the right spot had me seeing stars. I came again around him moaning his name and other obscenities falling from my lips. “That’s it good girl.” He pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. He pushed back inside of me this new angle hitting that spot over and over again but I was so sensitive.

“Come on baby, you got another one for me?” He growled against my ear.

“Mm I can’t sy, It’s too much,” He reached around rubbing my clit in cirlces with his thumb.

“One more baby, please for me?” He picked up his pace hitting that spot over and over. I Moaned pulling at the sheets beneath me.

“Fuck I’m cumming!” I moaned letting go around him

“That’s my good girl, cum on my cock.” His thrusts were becoming erratic and he stilled and groan cumming inside me. He kissed my shoulder and layed down beside me. He pulled out slowly and pulled me to lay on his chest. “Holy shit,” He breathed. He fingertips brushed up and down my back. He smiled down at me. “You’re incredible. I don’t deserve you.”

“Shut up Logan,” I blushed Hiding my face against his chest.

“I mean it, your too good for this world Darlin’,” He smiled and kissed my head. “I’m gonna marry you someday, I know I haven’t even really taken you on a date yet. But baby when you know, you know,”

“Yeah?” I smiled “I think I know what you mean.” He pulled the blankets up over us and held me for a while.

“Good, now get some rest Darlin’” He said running his fingers through my hair. I smiled snuggling up against him.

“Goodnight Sy,” I smiled.

“Goodnight sugar.”

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pupyuj · 9 months

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soft g!p yujin makes me so ruegewbshssbzjahehekanJs you know?

well yes anon! me too 🫠🫠 don’t mind the random jock!yuj sneak I HAVE A TYPE.

listen....... i am very serious about loser virgin yuj okay?? YA'LL KNOW THIS. 😤😤 but this is soft virgin loser yuj, and she's a sweetheart! your ever-so-understanding girlfriend who prioritized your comfort over her own when you both finally decided to take your relationship to the next level even though she was the inexperienced one 🥺 she'd get super flustered of the sight of your naked body but you could tell she couldn't resist her need for you when you noticed how tight her jeans had gotten... omg she would absolutely look away when you unzip her jeans and set her cock free... "t-this is a bit embarrassing... sorry if it's weird i—" a simple touch on her cock shuts her up quickly, and she covers her mouth when you start moving your hand up and down her throbbing length bcs ohh... 😵‍💫😵‍💫

firm believer than yujin wouldn't be too bad despite it being her first time,, in fact, she knew just where to touch you! kisses down your neck and whispers "is this okay?" while she slowly pulls off your panties :(( she's still very clumsy tho, but it was adorable 🤭 you'd feel her hand slowly trailing up your inner thigh before she palms your dripping core,, she wouldn't think she'd get harder than she already was but she did! yk yujin would be eager but omg her clueless ass.. 😭

"(y/n), i-i don't know h-how to..." sorry she's so baby—

"just put it in, yujin." and she'd look at you like you grew a second head 😭 she'd do it anyway! and nothing could've prepared her for how it all felt 😵‍💫 she's so big tho, it would've surprised you too :(( her head collapsing on your shoulder once her entire length was inside you omg,, poor baby already feeling so overwhelmed.. but being inside you felt so good that she starts moving on her own, hands clutching the sheets under you as she thrusts slowly while you're whimpering in her ear.. her kissing you while quickening her pace, lips moving sloppily against yours bcs she's doing her best not to lose her head in the pleasure :((

and she's so cute too 😩 whining at every little sensation she feels whether it was from her cock inside you, your kisses, or how you fondled her tits underneath her shirt 😵‍💫 yujin’s so the type to hug you as she cums inside you 😣😣 her face hidden in the crook your neck, choking out your name as she spills her seed in your cunt.. “good job, hon…” you’d say and it would make yuj hard bcs she’s sooo whipped 🤭

buuut listen… as fun as that was, you could tell that even yujin herself didn’t feel satisfied by it all—she just refused to say anything bcs she thought you’d have enough but of course not. who is she kidding?? her gasping when you roll her around so you’d be on top of her, pulling her cock out of your cunt and kissing her neck as you started to jerk her off again 😵‍💫😵‍💫 “(y/n), wha—ohh, mmhn..!” she wouldn’t resist you ofc 🤭 not when you were making her feel so good…

moving downwards so that you would be facing her cock.. licking up from the base to the tip while keeping eye contact god it was truly a miracle that yujin didn’t right then and there 🫢 “i hope your stamina’s just as good in bed as it is on the court.” you’d say, giggling as yujin looked away all flustered 🥺 as soon as you wrapped your lips around her tip tho, yujin found her eyes right into yours,, her grabbing your head, slowly guiding you up and down as her moans filled the air,, “t-tha’s more like it.. louder, baby—uumph..” don’t get her wrong—yujin loved your voice but she’d appreciate it if you used your mouth for something better at this moment 🫣

and you definitely can confirm that yujin’s just as energetic in bed like she is on the court bcs as soon as her cum hits the back of your throat (which you gratefully swallowed!), she sits up, pulls you up, and makes you sit on her cock—smiling against your shoulder as you started to ride her in the pace that she wants.. now who knew your charming and cute gf would be so daring? 🫣🫣

but then again, you’ve always been yujin’s first priority, she’d be a bad girlfriend if she didn’t make you cum tonight, right? 🤭

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that-weeb-in-ur-closet · 6 months

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"What's My Favorite?"

Pt. ONE. Pt. TWO.

Incl. Smut. Smut. Smut. Smut— uses of the words "Mama", "Pretty babe", etc. Pussy eating, praise ig?, Mommy kink, teasing, it's kinda short, maybe a part four.

Tags. Gojo x Dom!reader, Gojo smut, pussy eating, Sub!Gojo, Jjk smut, F!user, female reader obviously, NSFW!!!!! MDNI!!!!!!!!

Note from the author. I am kinda tired, but I tried kinda hard on this. Someone asked me to do it and ofc I had to, bc I love ya'll sm <3 ENJOY, BITCHEAS AND WEEBS!!!!

"Pleasure you, huh? Switching the roles... I see how it is." Gojo replied, putting his glasses back on and leaning closer to you.

"You might have to show me a few things, mamas... Pretty new to this." He lies, kissing your neck as he pulls you up and closer to the couch.

"Yeah... Like I'd ever—" "Let your body do the talking, eh?" He cuts you off with a smirk, snapping the rim of your shorts before taking them off completely. He clicks his tongue when he sees the wet spot on your panties, looking up at you with adorable puppy eyes and a grin.

"Your body's saying a lot, huh?" He giggles childishly, trying to be all sexy but failing. He digs his nose into your aching and clothed clit, before licking a stripe up and taking them off.

"Damn... looks so pretty for me..." He says, grabbing your hips while he starts to hungrily lick and suck on your sensitive bud, humming in delight when your legs start to shake and he pulls a squeal from your lips. He's a smug little bitch.

"You Luke that?" He says in a breathy way, hands groping your body desperately while he slides his tongue inside your hole, closing his eyes when you start to clench around it.

"D-d— FUCK~ 'Toru... H-hmm... P-please— Don't stop..." You moan out, grabbing his hair with one hand while the other holds you steady on the couch.

He's really good at this... He has your orgasm building fast after what feels like hours, but has only been five or ten minutes. He keeps hungrily licking and sucking, hands sliding to your thighs while he drinks every drop of liquid your cunt makes for him. And just for him.

"H-hmm… Baby~ A-A-Ah— F-f-f-fuck... I-I'm C‐cumm- -ing~" You breathlessly moan, head falling back as you close your eyes.

A sweet and milky substance squirts out and onto his face, which he gasps in happiness when it does. He keeps licking it off your skin and trying to get it off his face, giggling while he lives it off. He has a new addition.

"Wow, Mama... Why haven't you given me this before? Tastes so good, pretty babe." He mumbles into your inner thigh, which makes you want to scream and crumble away.

"You can do it again, y'know... If you want..."

"Or... You could stick it inside me..."

(Ehehehe)

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jazeswhbhaven · 2 days

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An Unsightly Guy | React | Spoilers

It's Day 7 and 8 lovelies!!! And boy do we have some great content ahead especially in day 8 lol

It seems though the momentum on this event has slowed down and I think it's mostly due to the fact that it's so drawn out and so far there's nothing really "exciting" happening.

But that seems to be the case with these events like the hype is high the first two to three days and after it's like s p l o o t.

I think if this was a Amy only event and the card had an adore mode people would be more excited about it.

But that's just my ramblings forgive me.

So we're back with Sitri being on his BS when seeing Amy at any given moment lol But before this they were just staring at each other quietly again like my favorite gif that ya'll often see.

but if i'm being honestly Sitri and I have the same brain cell here because I can't stand other's hot ass breath on me even if it doesn't smell bad because why??? are??? you this damn close???

So Amy ofc tells Sitri that he's breathing like that because he's hurt. Fair but this man don't give a shit lol

He goes over to him to access the damage I assume because it turns out even though the forest is torn up there's more angel bodies dead than devil bodies. They remained victorious.

I love how Amy's subordinates are always worried about him and it shows solidarity for their leader. But yeah Sitri also has this thing about him where he shows care for everyone else except the person he dislikes this being Amy.

That's from him being up in Hades. I swear to ya'll it is. That snooty ass attitude rubbed off so badly Sitri can't help but reflect that back into the universe

STOP

the height difference, how the sprites are close to each other, Amy being a foul mouth demon that he is...I really can't get away from my cxc ship bullshit ever when they do things like this lol

I do however like that Amy is a punk. Just mouthing off and cursing any time he can.

that's why Astra likes to provoke him too

But Sitri just simply tells him to stop bitching because the pain is proof that he's alive. So Amy takes this opportunity to one up on this moment because of what happened a few days ago

first of all, Amy is adorable. I just wanna tap his booba and tell him he's doing great.

Sitri gets pissed off though because it's the exact same thing he told him when he arrived a few days back when he had to save that devil boy from his commando unit. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had this one coming. An eye for an eye basically and Amy came and showed out.

So a couple things about this.

Remember what they said about him here, not usually being foul-mouthed and foul-tempered for a bit. You'll see where I'm getting at later.

Second. This is the pronoun thing I was referring to, which now has me thinking that maybe Sitri didn't mean "her" on day 6 and that was possibly just a mistake on the translating/writing part.

Though I am still wondering what incident caused him to be very angry back then where he had to smack himself back to reality to keep from focusing on it.

And while this little interaction is going on, the devils around them are gossiping about how Sitri and Amy always found time to fight each other even in situations like this.

But I think they forgot the part where Sitri can fucking hear them lmaooo because he was quietly stewing in annoyance by the entire thing, so much he had to think about when he and Amy first met.

So this was centuries ago, and it's wild because I'm like wait it's been that long for them holy shit my life is fleeting because to me a decade blinking by is so long.

A bit of lore about Satan btw, this was a time where he barely had an army, so it must have been he first came into power as a king. (we really need that backstory honestly) And went around scouting for willing participants even neighboring countries.

They also bring up that devils who saw him traveling around decided to join because they loved his energy.

When I think about this it's wild that Satan had to foot for his own army. This leads me to believe Gehenna was low due to the amount of deaths, or perhaps something happened with the previous king that caused this.

Either way, the babes did his thing and now he's got more than enough helping him during the battles. Picturing him recruiting folks though is cute because I imagine he's a great motivational speaker or just "hey join me btw" and it just works.

So the instructors didn't even notice Sitri because well in their defense they hadn't seen him yet. So of course they see this pretty, "slender" looking devil show up with his hair all nice and pushed back and is just like "aye so???"

He introduces himself and then that's when everyone starts acting accordingly and seeing him as a superior. But I mean that's why he was nice about it anyway because to him, they should be wary of someone they hadn't seen before and Gehenna needs that type of energy.

So now that we're in day 8 there's a few things I wanted to point out. One of them being the breadcrumb here that Hades had a fully formed solid military. That means...Leviathan is either the same age as Satan or a bit older, or he is younger than him but he's just better efficient with managing devils with his strict ass.

Sitri though see's Satan's army as an advantage. Because the Gehenna devils are flexible and free but also disciplined. That leads me to believe that it's only really fear and power that Leviathan uses to make sure that everyone in his military doesn't fuck things over. It makes sense, given Levi doesn't really have a carefree personality. There's too much trauma in there for him to break down that wall.

So while Sitri was daydreaming about his plans for leading Satan's army...someone...i think we know who fucking spits in his direction...

Now the reason he's pulling this face again is because he stepped into the spit. And I'm sitting here like ?????? I get it.

Again, like imagine just minding your business and someone just hacks a fucking loogie on the ground and you step in it. With your good shoes at that.

I'd be so disgusted like??? IRL bodily functions even my own gross me out easily so I apologize if anyone ever feels offended by me having strong opinion's about things we can't help. It's just me ya'll I live in pain constantly due to this.

Yup, it was Amy ya'll lmao big surprise.

So the reason Amy wasn't reading the room here, is because he felt like he didn't need to due to his status as a solider and being recently done with training. He was really good at what he does, so he felt anything else was not worth paying attention to.

Including spitting in the direction of your superior.

Now remember when I told ya'll to keep in mind that they said Amy wasn't usually foul mouth or foul tempered?

Then what the hell is this? Lmao

I get it, people change and well devils ain't got nothin' but time so perhaps Amy did mellow out with age and he was much younger here so that "I don't need to listen or do jack shit that ain't got to do with Satan" was very heavy. So ofcourse he'd pick a fight with everyone else.

But them expect Sitri to deal with it because he was nice to everyone?

Nah. He about that life.

He pretty much said "fuck you" without actually saying it and spat ON Amy. Mind you, Amy didn't even spit on him directly just in his walking path.

Yeah...?

That goddamn fucking smirk I'm going to lovingly kick his ass because Levi PLS

You're telling me he literally took this man, molded him into a Levi clone and sent him back out like that in Gehenna? I feel this is deliberate lmao "You sent me someone and gave me work to do so here you go here's your present <3"

Imagine all of the ass kicking Satan had to do in order to fix that attitude? Phew...I bet he was like "Again?"

now ya'll know why Cain is always on that everyone is stupid to me energy because look who he takes after?

I just find it hilarious that Sitri took that personally, because Levi would take that personally. If fact Levi wouldn't even spit on Amy back he'd just fucking hang him for being disgusting LOL

i couldn't resist.

So with Amy it was on sight, because trust, if someone spat on my face I'd be swinging too because clearly you want to disrespect me

Like ya'll think about it?

All he did was just spit on the ground and Sitri wasn't paying attention and stepped in it. He didn't spit directly on him.

small story time but it reminds me of a story i was told that i ripped up a boy's classwork in kindergarten because he tore my page on the corner as a "joke". i legit took his page and ripped it up. apparently i was on demon mode lmao

But now we're really starting to see the meat and potatoes of their dynamic. Sitri actually started it and ran with it. He saw the spit as disrespect and intentional when Amy sees it as "this dude fucking spit on me now we have beef"

So they're having this little interaction of Amy trying to punch Sitri, and because Sitri's ability to hear his heart and his muscles swell before he makes the movement he can dodge him without problem. But Amy is robust and not clumsy so he doesn't do the comical falling forward thing most of us see in cartoons.

Sitri is annoyed though because he sees the potential in Amy and his talent, he simply just doesn't like that attitude and sees it as a problem.

This is definitely Levi vibes.

So the next time Amy goes for him, he actually trips him so he falls. And it ends there.

Mannnnnnnnn this is a whole trip and a half. Like imagine if Sitri would have just simply ignored the spit and just dismissed Amy's bad attitude? I wonder if that would of even helped or if Amy would have done something to annoy Sitri later that would start the same beef regardless.

Imagine.

Centuries old beef because someone stepped in spit.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb sitri #whb amy #whb event #whb screenshots #whb spoilers #jazewhbreacts🖤

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𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: idol!minho. hurt/comfort. angry/protective!minho. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. lotss of angst. reader has long hair/fear of the salon. minho is protective in this one. reader's appt at the salon has a huge mishap. pet names (affectionately). lots of adorableness from minho.

word count: 3.7k

summary: for as long as you can remember, you've always hated going to the salon - always hated others touching your delicate hair. and now, as an adult, you want to change that... want to face your fears. but you've never had good luck, which becomes clearly apparent after your appointment at the salon.

a/n: this one goes out to all my girlies who have issues with their hair. i, myself, have very long hair and am very particular about the way that i take care of it. i hate salons lmao so i thought i'd write a quick, angsty minho hurt/comfort fic surrounding my own experiences/feelings. hope ya'll enjoy~ 🥰

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“You’ll text me when you’re done, kitten?” Your boyfriend Minho asked you, as he leaned in and pressed a tentative kiss against your forehead.

“Yeah, of course, baby.” You peered up at him, offering him an easy smile. Trying to play off your anxiety. For your shared day off, the two of you had chosen to run some errands together. Minho needed to pick up some new fitness gear he had purchased from a store near your shared apartment. And you… well, you had an appointment to get your hair cut.

But honestly, you were fucking dreading it. Ever since you were a little girl, you had always held a lot of anxiety around the concept of going to the hair salon. Since, growing up, your mother had forced you to go to get your length trimmed once every three months, and you always threw a fit during such a time. You didn’t like anyone else touching your hair - especially a strange man or woman who applied weird, smelly products to your locks afterward.

Plus, you were very particular about the length of your hair. You didn’t like to have any sort of fringe - your mother had had you try it out when you were in high school, and the continual swipe of your wispy hair had always irritated the sensitive skin on your forehead. You also didn’t like having your hair super short, and instead opted to keep it at a length that reached just a little below your hips.

It was excessive, you knew, from how downright obsessed you were with your hair and who was allowed to touch it. Then, to your surprise, Lee Minho had come into your life, and your qualms about such things somewhat dissipated. At first, you cringed whenever he’d touch your hair - even if he merely ran a few fingers through it. But, over time, with enough space given to you by him, and because he was so understanding and loving about the whole thing, you slowly started to open up to him; you slowly started to allow him such a privilege.

And ever since, you two had never looked back. It seemed like every second he could get, your boyfriend had his hands buried in your hair - whether it was in a purely romantic or sensual way. He just loved your hair… the lusciousness of it, the length, the care that you took every day to keep it clean and healthy. Minho had told you on multiple occasions that he admired your attention to your long locks, how you washed them every few days in a particular way, and how you were always researching new and improved clean-beauty products to use on your hair.

So, it came as a total surprise to him when you suddenly proclaimed that you had booked an appointment at a nearby hair salon. For a moment, he was completely thrown for one… because, his baby, wanting to get her hair touched by some random stranger? After she hadn’t been to a salon since she was a freshman in university? Well, that was just so unlike you…

You didn’t want to tell him, because you knew what he’d say, but in all honesty, you had suddenly felt motivated to go to the salon because you had seen some of your favorite hair influencers on Instagram recently get their hair trimmed. They made it look so easy - sitting there for hours, letting the stylists run their hands through their luscious locks, getting perms done and quirky, bright colours poured onto their scalps.

But you had never been like them. And for once, you wanted to change that. You wanted to face your fears of the salon, walk in there with a proud face and head held high, and get something done - even if it was just a simple trimming of your ends. Which, you kind of desperately needed anyway. And, being the ever-supportive boyfriend that he was, Minho even decided to tag along with you on the day of your appointment since it conveniently aligned with the day off that he had been looking forward to for the past few months.

It was a rarity, that you got to spend all day with your boyfriend since his schedule was always so jam-packed with photoshoots, recordings, and practices. So, you savoured the Wednesday afternoon spent with him, basking in the late-winter sunshine and clutching onto him as you traipsed through the many streets of your local neighborhood.

And for a while, you almost forgot about your appointment altogether.

But then Minho reminded you of it, and when you checked your phone, you read that it was close to three in the afternoon. You had set the appointment for three-thirty. So, in a hustle of anxiety, you yanked Minho along the side streets with you, following the GPS on your phone for directions.

The two of you stopped just outside the shop, and you noticed the bustle of people inside. It was a good sign that it was so popular and busy, right?

At your silence, you had felt a hand find yours, fingers squeezing between fingers gently. “You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, darling,” Minho had said in a soft tone, tugging on your hand a little bit so that he caught your gaze. His eyes were dancing with a myriad of emotions, the predominant one being concern. Because you didn’t have to say anything to tell him how you felt about it all. Minho might’ve been on the quieter side of things, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t know you like the back of his hand- that he couldn’t read each of your innermost emotions without you ever having to voice them. “No one’s forcing you to get your hair done.”

“I know, babe…” Your voice had trailed off, as you squeezed his hand back and offered him what you hoped was a reassuring smile. “But, I need to do this. To prove to myself that it’s not that bad.”

He nodded, once. Then, he was tucking a few strands of your loose hair behind your ear, delicate pads of his fingers swiping across the warmth of your cheeks. “Alright, well, I’ll be waiting around until you’re done.” He gave your shoulder a tentative squeeze and flashed you a tiny smile before stepping away and letting you walk past.

You trailed up the front steps of the salon, turning back to your boyfriend just as you took hold of the front door’s handle. “Wish me luck.” You said in a breathless voice, heart beating wildly against your ribcage, anxiety constricting your throat just a little bit.

Minho gave you two thumbs up, a bright, reassuring grin spreading across his lips. “You’re gonna do great, kitten… love you.”

“Thanks, and… I love you too.” You swallowed down the restlessness that had been steadily building up inside of you, finally pushing through the salon’s front doors.

Almost immediately, you were overtaken by the strong scents of hairspray, lilac-rose shampoo, and powerful bleach. The noise was also elevated, as patrons and stylists alike chatted about life and talked about different hair techniques.

Yup, nothing had changed since your childhood.

“And… done. You can turn around now, Y/N.” Your stylist Rina said a few hours later. She was fairly nice, but you could tell that was new to the craft - probably fresh out of cosmetology school. She was quite flighty with her movements, doing quick, sharp cuts and washing your scalp pretty roughly.

The entire time she worked on you, you had your eyes screwed shut. Trying to ignore the crawling icy fingers that laced up your spine at the very feeling of this near-stranger working on your hair. But somehow - by some miraculous miracle - you had managed to make it through the entire appointment.

Slowly, you cracked your eyes open.

And your heart immediately dropped into the pit of your stomach.

Because the sight you found there left you too shocked and… and heartbroken to do anything else but just stare in utter disbelief.

The person staring back at you wasn’t you.

It fucking wasn’t.

Not with the short, above-shoulder-length hair,

Not with the thick fringe that spanned across your forehead,

Not with the layers cascading down the sides of your face.

You had asked her for just a trim - you had asked her not to cut off a lot of your length, you had asked her for no fringe. But maybe, you hadn’t. In your anxiety, maybe you hadn’t said such things and decided to leave it up to her.

But no, no, no, this wasn’t right at all and-

“What do you think of it?” Rina asked in an elated, high-pitched voice. She was beaming down at you, admiring her work through the mirror.

And at that moment, you didn’t have the heart to tell her what you felt. The people-pleaser came out from deep inside of you, and you shoved down the rising panic, swallowing the coming tears. “I-It’s great, but… I thought I asked for just a trim and no fringe?”

She waved a nonchalant hand in the air, “Yeah, but I thought you’d look so much better with this style,” she reached forward, combing a hand through your hair and pulling apart your thick layers. “See? The layers and fringe add so much more dimension to your hair… it looks amazing!”

You barely managed to hold in your sobs, deciding on nodding slowly in agreement. “Thanks, I love it…” You said in a quiet voice, but Rina still heard you nonetheless and beamed with pride.

In no time at all, you were up from your seat and paying at the front desk. The woman there admired your new look and praised you for how good it looked.

You wanted to fucking vomit inside your mouth just then, but you held it all in. Just a little bit longer, just a little bit farther, and then you could let go and give in to your despair. Into the grief of losing such a big part of yourself - after all, you had been growing your hair out to such a long length since you were a newbie in university years before, and it was a key factor in your identity.

But just like that, it was gone.

In the blink of an eye,

With just a few snips of a pair of scissors and some quick hands,

Years of care and planning and admiring… gone.

Most of all, you were dreading the thought of meeting up with your boyfriend after the appointment. But, what were you to do? Ignore him for the rest of the day - hide from him?

So, you did what you could only do at the moment, and texted him that you were ready to go. Not two minutes later, he replied with a ‘be there soon.’

You sat down on a nearby bench just outside of the still-bustling salon, basking in the silence. The sky was slowly starting to darken with night, as it was nearing dinnertime. The absence of the weight of your long hair pulled at your heartstrings, and the oddity of your hair hanging in front of your forehead left you in an odd sort of limbo state between miserableness and pain.

“Kitten… is that you?”

The voice came out breathless, meant for only you to hear. And you turned to your right to see Minho stopped in his tracks just beside you, giving you the most peculiar look. It was a mask between surprise and… worry.

“Y-Yeah, hi…” You said meekly, as he came over to you and sat down on the other side of the bench.

Minho studied your new look in quiet for a few beats, inspecting and adjusting to it all. “Wow, baby… I’m- I’m so surprised by the style, I thought you wanted just a trim.”

You turned your face away from his then, not being able to handle the way his eyes softened in the wake of his surprise. “The… the stylist said I needed a change, that this suits me better.”

“But do you like it?”

And you grew silent from his question, telling your boyfriend all he needed to know about your answer. Your entire body froze up, your heart racing in the pit of your chest at such a big change to your entire persona and aesthetic.

“Baby-”

The breakdown started then,

The tears freely flowing down your cheeks,

The emotion warming your cheeks into a rosy-red colour,

Chest pounding with your quick, rapid breaths.

Your entire body shook, as Minho pulled you against him then. He wrapped two arms around you, holding you close to him by the waist, squeezing you tight to ground you down again and bring you back to the present. Your boyfriend gently caressed a hand down the length of your short hair, whispering sweet words of love into your ear.

The two of you stayed like that for a long time, with him holding you, and you crying into his shoulder. But finally, when you had gained some semblance of control over yourself and the tears, you pulled away from his form slightly.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying… it’s not that big of a deal, it’s stupid.” You said, your voice a little shaky from all of the emotions jumbling around deep inside your stomach.

Minho tilted your chin up with a gentle finger, meeting your gaze, “First of all, you don’t have to apologize for anything, you did nothing wrong. Second, it is a big deal, darling - your hair is a huge part of your identity, and you having such a thing done to you isn’t stupid.” One of his hands found yous, and he squeezed the skin of your palm gently. “The stylist that did this to you is just downright cruel.”

And just like that, his entire demeanor shifted in front of your eyes. From one of comfort and heartbreak for you, to one of anger and appalment. His face darkened, jaw clenching tightly, pupils dilating in his rage. He was standing up from the bench in one fluid motion, so quick that you almost didn’t catch onto his coat sleeve.

You yanked at it, desperately trying to break through his daze of sudden wrath. “P-Please, Min, let’s just go home… don’t want you to make a big fuss out of it.” You said in a frantic tone, pulling and pulling at his hand. Minho rarely got mad, but when he did - people better watch out. Usually, he only got mad on the rare occasion that the two of you would fight. But sometimes, it was on your part- for something that someone had done to you, and he saw fit to ‘put them back in their place.’

Your boyfriend gave you a dark glare, but you knew that it wasn’t leveled at you. It was leveled at the person that had caused you to cry. He hated seeing you cry. It always took a year off of his life, always killed him inside to see his better half - the love of his life - in such distress. “Oh, I think this deserves a ‘big fuss.’” He said in a low voice before he was grasping for your hand and pulling you from the bench.

And before you knew it, you both were storming through the front doors of the salon, already turning heads with the loud slam of the door.

“Where’s the woman who worked on my girlfriend?” Minho shouted out across the shop, and immediately, everyone froze up from the look that was adamant on his face. Which was pure, unbitten fury. Minho was clutching onto you, an arm wrapped protectively around your waist as he held your shaking form close to his side.

Then, Rina appeared from somewhere near the back of the salon. She walked up to the two of you with hesitant footsteps. “Hello, how can I help you?” She asked, offering a tight smile that bordered on a grimace of pain.

“Were you the one who worked on my girlfriend?”

“Yes, I was-”

“Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve done to her?!” He was full-on shouting this time around, his voice raising so loud that it seemed to vibrate across the room. You could hear a pin drop just then, as all eyes were focused on you and your boyfriend. “Her hair was her identity- she’s been growing it out for eight fucking years now! And then you have the audacity to ruin all of her hard work because you ‘thought she’d look good with a different style.’”

He was downright seething, the anger seeming to pool out of him in waves of dark crimson. You were still quavering beside him, holding onto his elbow shakily, your focus on Rina as she stared on at the two of you with a jaw slacked in shock.

Her bottom lip quivered with unbidden tears, as she was at a loss for words from such an outburst. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Yeah, I’m sure you fucking didn’t,” Minho said in a deathly-low voice, the deepness of it cascading down the length of your spine and sending an icy chill racing through your veins. “She asked for a simple trim, not- this shit!” He wildly motioned to the new style of your hair, and all of your locks in their chopped glory.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” Rina was soon asking, but she directed the question towards you, guilt bringing her shoulders down low and brow furrowed with distress. “How can I fix this?”

“You can start by giving us a full refund.” Your boyfriend spoke up for you, and honestly, you were grateful for him at that moment. You were still so overwhelmed by all of the changes, and his explosion of rage sent a curveball of surprise your way.

Rina was bowing low then, mumbling another handful of apologies as she neared the front desk. Within no time at all, she had typed up something on the computer and had your info pulled up. “The appointment has been fully refunded. Once again, I am so incredibly sorry.” Rina said, coming away from the desk and giving the two of you another deep bow of apology.

“Thanks.” You managed to get out in a quiet voice, words fluttering with strain on your tongue. You turned to your boyfriend, pulling at his sleeve, “C’mon Min, let’s just go…”

He fully turned to you, assessing all of the damage - noting the shaking in your shoulders and the pink on your cheeks, and the glossiness of your eyes. He nodded in surrender, before turning back to Rina. “And I’ll have you know that we’ll never give this establishment any form of business in the future.”

Minho held you close as you shuffled out of the salon’s front doors. You could feel the stares of stylists and customers alike burning literal holes into your back as you left. It was so anxiety-inducing, you almost broke down again right there on the steps leading outside.

When you guys had walked far enough down the street that the salon was out of view, Minho suddenly stopped the two of you. Your gazes locked, as his eyes roved over your form - testing, and judging your current state.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice returning to the delicate tone that he always used on you. It was sweet and gentle, and the way that he reached up to brush a few dried tears away from your warmed cheeks only made your heart leap even more in the pit of your chest.

“Y-Yeah, I think so, just… a little shaken up, that’s all,” you peered up at him, and this time, when you smiled, the little thing was genuine. “Thank you for doing that back there… I-I never would’ve had the balls to say what I felt in front of all those people, let alone in a salon.”

Minho wrung both arms around your waist, your hips meeting together in the middle of the street. Leaning in slowly, he placed a tentative kiss against your lips. “Of course, kitten… I’ll always be here to be your voice when you can’t find the strength to speak your thoughts.” You smiled against his lips and kissed him back with a tiny giggle bubbling out of you. “By the way, I like the new look- it’s a big change, but it suits you nonetheless.”

You pulled away from him a little bit, carding a few delicate fingers through your freshly-washed, silky hair, “Really? You truly like it?” You stared up at him with big, wide eyes, utterly surprised by his admission.

“Mmhm- but don’t get me wrong, I loved your old style too. But this… this is something new, and I like it just as much.” His arms around your torso squeezed a little tighter, as he nuzzled his nose into the thick of your hair and inhaled deeply, catching the scent of peach-and-lavender shampoo that the stylist had used on you. “And you smell amazing too- so lovely and beautiful.”

Laughing softly, you roped your arms around his neck, yanking his face close to yours and gently kissing him once more, “Thanks, and… I think the new style is growing on me too.”

A bright smile cracked across Minho’s lips at your confession, “Good- I’m glad… my baby girl deserves to feel comfortable and confident in her skin, no matter what hairstyle she has.”

There you guys stood, in that empty, dark side street, late one Wednesday evening, basking in each other’s presence. Holding onto each other for dear life, melting into one another’s grasps and kisses and precious touches.

Maybe you weren’t the best at voicing your opinion in times of distress,

And maybe you still hadn’t gotten over your fear of the salon,

But at the end of the day, none of those things mattered.

What mattered most was that you had Minho always by your side - your continual support, your continual voice of reason, your continual love,

Always there, whenever you need him the most.

Fin.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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Stranger Danger! [Entry #2]

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Dark!Modern!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader [Modern AU]

WORDS: 1,578.

SUMMARY: Moving into a desolate, small-town suburb, you would think the risks of finding yourself in "peril" are close to none. And yet, how could you not have been more wrong...

WARNINGS: mentions of stalking behaviour, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, Daddy kink, breast-play, mentions of female oral receiving, mentions of male oral receiving, slight innocence kink, belly bulge, breeding kink, mentions of cock-warming/somnophilia, swearing.

A/N - okay so this looks like it'll be 3 (maybe 4 parts) LMAO. hope ya'll enjoy this little mini series xoxox

Aegon remained honest to his word, dedicated to providing nourishment, security and tender-loving care: he adored you, regardless of your distant, icy outlook towards him.

Often reminiscing the sweet sound of your soft voice, your heart-warming smile, and gentle, fleeting touches.

Eventually, the warm, friendly presence you'd met initially, began to show and a part of you felt comforted by its recurring presence.

Occasionally, Aegon would force a kiss or an embrace, either having you laying your body against his mass, or laying his head in yours, it seemed he only sought for intimacy.

He openly disclosed his ventures and having witnessed that man who entered your home, trying to elaborate on the stranger's intentions and how he would never take advantage of you. It fuelled his own anger, sensing his frustration rise, you instinctively gripped his hand tightly, pleading with Aegon, that the man meant nothing, your feelings inept towards him.

"He could never amount to the man that you are, Aeg. Could never treat me as well as you do, I can see that now."

You could not deny with ease that his beauty remained entrancing and alluring. He did care about you and it showed. Whether it had only been a few days or months you could determine, yet in the endless hours that you had to yourself you contemplated this new reality.

Aegon never struck at you with rage, never caused intentional harm, nor did he intend to according to his remarks he'd often repeat. It was quite the opposite actually...

Mayhaps, he did truly love you.

He slowly began to entrust you more so, granting you opportunities to join him atop in proper comfort. The house was modest and domesticated, occupied with furniture and accessories, it seemed habitable enough for you both, homily.

"You-You did this all for me, Aeg?"

Meekly nodding to your honest question, Aegon admitted that this house and everything with it, was all for you. Coming forth with his detailed idea of living a cosy life with you, the domesticity of coming home to you, being able to call you his wife, was all that he could envision when he first saw your face, engulfed him: his hopeful dreams eased the lingering fears in your mind and instead, cordially warmed your heart.

He bathed you softly, cooked for you, and even spoiled you with clothes and materialistic gifts of quality jewellery and pleasant fragrances. He treated you grander than most men you'd ever dated.

Aegon had even taken pride in how he presented himself to you. His hair always neatly combed back, his clothes fitted and properly buttoned and tucked. The house was always spotless, when given the chance to see.

You felt yourself slowly easing into the comfort of Aegon's romantic gestures. Engaging with his invitations, you found yourself inclined, insisting on helping him with the cooking, finding delight in hand feeding him yourself, as you begged to sit on Daddy's lap, rubbing at his distended stomach once he was full and glut of delectable meals.

You had convinced yourself that the next step would be intimacy, and that Aegon was patient enough to wait for your approval. You made your attempt to woo Aegon into allowing you to sleep with him in bed, desperate to get out of the dingy basement also.

"It gets so cold and lonely down there, Daddy. Leaving me all on my lonesome, when I would much prefer you to keep me all warm... Please, Daddy Aeg."

It did not take long for Aegon to crack, caving in to your desires without hesitation as his lilac orbs softened at your tame frame.

Holding your hand firmly in his as he guided you upstairs into the master bedroom, it was just as homely and coordinated with the furnishing of the rest of the house.

Crawling atop the bed, your hand still gripping at Aegon's he watched you intently, as you guided one hand beneath your shirt, guiding him to cup at your tender, plump breast. The other, however, ed beneath your skirt, placing his palm across your bare, moist cunt, causing his breath to hitch with utter excitement.

"See what you've done to me, how you make me feel... Daddy needs to fill me up so I can make him proud. Let me make you proud."

Aegon remained silently transfixed onto you solely: the subtle widening look of his eye however, you doubted he had expected this from you, though did not resist to pursue.

"Is Daddy proud of me? Was I a good, good girl?"

"The best girl... My sweet angel."

From that night onwards, Aegon granted you the opportunity to lay with him, soon enough you found yourselves sating each other beyond pleasure, reaching a mutual climax.

Aegon was of a substantial size, boy, girthy and thick, its length not grand though that just above average, it was enough to make you senseless beyond awareness. Painful from the first moment he buried his cock deep inside, your wet walls stretched obediently and desperately, attempting to accommodate for him.

Often you swore you could feel something moving deep within the low pit of your stomach, an evident bulge from within, as he'd ferociously hit and strike at your cervix, an invigoratingly agonising sensation coursing through your body like lightening.

Aegon often enjoyed cockwarming you whenever possible, especially during the nights. The tense and close feeling of your body pressed against his, like a vacuum. Your proximity secured to him, himself attached inside, as your walls naturally clenched around his cock. The act itself provided him a sense of security and relief, that you were there, beside him at all times.

He also relished in the idea of impregnating you: the fact that your seed with his, potent and healthy enough to procreate, to create a family of his own. He yearned for an entire litter: children at your hips, and your belly swollen with more. The mental image burnt into his mind, of you as the mother of his children, the joy it brought him.

Nonetheless, he was discretely intent that you were bound to take him soon enough: in the mean time, you would weep from the deed as pleasurable as it was, pain of his throbbing cock pulsating against your expansed walls. He would tend to you almost out of instinct.

You often also found Aegon atop of you, fucking you as you were asleep, only to wake to his larger figure on top, slow, sensual motions of thrusting himself inside. Occasionally it was his moans and grunts that roused you awake, his hot breath against your skin, he would attempt to lull you back to sleep as he carried on.

"Shh-Shh- My sweet thing, you are tired. Go back to sleep, you need to rest for tomorrow... Daddy's taking care of you, okay? Let Daddy do all the work now, Princess."

Aegon took great pride in his aftercare with you: often running a bath, cleaning you himself, changing the linen, and soothing you till you fell sound asleep, regaining your strength for the next.

During your intimacy with Aegon, he often always initiated and demanded that you ride him from atop, straddling his thighs the feeling of your bare, soaking cunt against his meaty thigh, the skin on skin friction beginning to burn.

He often proclaimed at how mesmerising your tits were, biting and massaging at them. In his after care, he cherished the moments of lathering lotion/oil onto your naked body strewed with fresh, red marks from hickeys to bite marks that he'd caused. Massaging into your skin, as he kissed at each unpleasant sore.

The way your tits would naturally bounce in haste, swaying motions as you rode from atop.

Depending on his mood for the day [if his family tried to intervene and enquire of his whereabouts, distracting him of this new-found life with you]: IF he felt generous enough, he'd often engage in devouring your pussy with his bare mouth driven by his unsettling appetite: his tongue eagerly encircling and lapping at your wetness as he held your legs widely apart, finding him breathless and fervently licking his lips of your copious ooze, pleased with himself.

One time, he'd felt so much content in seeing you attend to chores as he watched from a modest distance, seeing you play your part so effortlessly as his obedient housewife, that he spoiled you with a solid session of pussy eating, plopping you atop the kitchen counter, having his way at his "entree" he described.

However, on the off days that he'd felt downcast and hostile [mostly post confrontations with his family, returning home seething with anger], he'd demand of you to suck his cock regardless of the house, eager for a release of the tension. The notion of having you adhere and fulfil his every demand, in addition to the physical sensation of the satisfaction earned, was validating enough for Aegon.

He sought and craved validation.

Whether he wished to admit it or not, he desperately sought to vindicate himself as the only man worthy of you. The man his family dreamt of him to be, and the man he knew he could be, and the man he could offer you to be. It was all a mental fight within himself, and you sympathetically yearned for him in that sense.

Aegon only ever wanted to prove himself, and you were the grand prize for his ambitious drive.

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00belle00lovely00 · 7 months

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Well if you also have more ships headcanons, so you also have Bobby x CatNap Headcanons?

G A S P

OH MAH GAWD IM GETTING SO MANY GOOD ONES-

ALRIGHT, I got you bestie! 🫶

💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️

ALR. I WILL SAY IT. THIS SHIP SHOULD BE LITERALLY NAMED CUDDLES. DON'T ARGUE WITH ME, YA'LL KNOW IT.

Quiet sleepyhead/introvert x lovely and mushy extrovert

Catnap isn't one to go out of his house much. It is either to lay down on a tree and sleep the day away or lay down on any surface that he finds. So, he is quite fond of Bobby because she's the only one who wouldn't complain about his sleeping habits. I mean, sure, she gets quite down whenever Catnap doesn't come along to the group for something fun, but unlike people like Dogday, Kickin, or Hoppy, she would actually encourage his need for sleep as she is aware he does it for his own self-love (in some strange way).

Catnap would TOTALLY randomly slump onto the floor on purpose and act passed out for Bobby to get worried and carry him into his bed. Why, do you ask? Because she ALWAYS. And I mean, ANYWAYS give a forehead kiss before going. Earning a purr from the cat.

They are all on with PDAs. ALL the time. Every second of it. But that's just because Bobby is the one to start it and Catnap is the one to just melt into it.

She'd be pinching on his cheeks like an aunt coming to see you.

Their date? Laying on a beanbag. That's- that's it. That's all they need. A scenario you say? Well...

Craftycorn: "Um... hey Bobby? Everyone's asking where you are, we were supposed to be at Dogday's house to... oh!"

Bobby: "CrAaAaaFtYYyY... *SNIFF*... THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE... I CAN'T ESCAPE THIS... LOVELY... ADORABLE... PRISON!" *Bobby sobbed as she laid on a beanbag, Catnap lying down on her lap.

Bobby would be sending flower bouquets DAILY for Catnap. Charmingly enough it being lavender and rose buds.

Smooches on the kitty!💜❤️ mwa! mwa! mwa! SMOOCH!

Catnap was always very laidback in many times. Tired much, soft-spoken, never really got anybody or anything for that matter. But often times he would get a bit pissy about how Bobby's mushy attitude is to everyone around them. He may not be a jealous typo, not at all, but he can feel a bit detached from Bobby's love from seeing her much more active than he is. So whenever THAT happens, he gives her the ice treatment. And oh boy, ain't that TORTURE for Bobby. The ONE girl who adores hugging and loving others more than anything else in the world is being given the cold shoulder is something worth weeping for. So whenever that happens, Catnap quickly regrets it and makes it up to her by spending the night with her.

Not surprisingly enough, I always headcanon Bobby having attachment issues (which would explain the last headcanon) so whenever she is also she sends as many love letters to Catnap as she can, even though half of the time is given back due to Catnap not being good with words, it eases her to know he is at least reading it

Bobby would pretty much spoil Catnap ROTTEN! In exchange? Catnap would probs call her "little Rosie". Now, you can imagine her kicking her feet, squirming and going absolutely NUTS for that small compliment.

They both like cuddling a lot, while also watching old Disney movies.

EXTRA:

DogDay: "Catnap? Caaatnaaap? Jeez! Where is he at? I can't find him anywhere!"

Bobby: "Let me handle this, 'Day!" *Bobby stepped in, taking a deep breath before kneeling down and making a gesture with her fingers* "pspspspspspsppspspspspsppsspspsp"

*Instantly, Catnap appears.*

Kickin: "... that's disgustingly corny" Kickin added.

Bobby: "Oh, hush" *she turned to look at Kickin while scratching the back of Catnap's ear* "We all have quirks here and there, that is just what makes you the loveliest you can be"

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #catnap #smiling critters #poppy playtime 3 #bobby bearhug #bobby bearhug x catnap #my headcanons #headcanon #headcannons #STOP UNDERRATED SHIPS #They're so mushy #so corny i love it

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youaremyhome · 2 years

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Pieces of the Night: Blackhole Horizon

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, DARK. More to add. Read at your own risk.

Notes: 3k words. Ya'll i've been struggling to write only because i have so many ideas for this fic and can't control myself lol disclaimer: I know nothing of marketing/business majors

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It was easy to get access of your class schedule. Easier to switch to your class with just a smile and a last name.

The shock on your face was downright adorable the first day. He should’ve known you were the type of person to sit in the second row, a seat conveniently open beside you. By the time you recovered, the professor addressed the room, forcing you to stay put. You bolted right out of your seat once the lecture was over, giving Rafe no time to corner you. And he’s realized it was a problem to get you alone. Anywhere you went, you had friends. Whether it was new acquaintances or your roommates, you were frequently being escorted like the princess you were. Luckily for him, you knew no one in your shared class.

So, imagine his surprise come next lecture, you've completely moved seats to the back row. He pegged you as someone that followed societal rules, like the silent one in college where you usually don’t move your seat from the first lessons. It wasn’t a bother to him, he simply slipped into the seat next to you. Thus, the game of musical chairs began.

Wherever you went, Rafe followed. No matter if you came in last minute (he had an open seat ready for you since it was a full class) or if you came in early (he made it a habit to come in twenty minutes before start time), Rafe was sitting next to you by the time the professor was lecturing.

On Wednesday of the third week, Rafe comes strolling in, ready to play another round of this fun game. Except, you’re in the same seat from Monday in the fourth row. He can’t contain his victorious grin. Puffing up his chest, he eases his way into the plastic chair. Blue eyes flicking over the multitude of different pens you have at the ready, notebook open to a fresh page and there’s still five minutes to go.

“Good afternoon,” Rafe says your name pleasantly. Maybe if he goes with a softer approach today, you’ll reply. “Do you have an extra pen I can borrow?”

You have the spinning chair angled away from him as he watches your shoulders rise and then deflate down with a hard exhale. He bites at his inner check, simultaneously loving and hating how clearly you ignore him, how you get under his skin so quickly with little to no effort. He swears if you weren’t in this class, he would just skip it half the time.

The older professor drones on in a deep and gruff voice, Rafe paying more attention to the little loops of your e’s and a’s as you note take. Toward the end of the lecture, the old man makes an announcement.

“Alright. Turn to the person next to you and make a list of ethical and unethical marketing strategies in any field. That could be retail, medical, real estate, whatever. You have twenty minutes.”

You pivot in your chair to the right, away from Rafe but he snatches at your armrest and pulls. Chairs bump together with a muted clunk. Those pretty, long lashes frame your wide eyes perfectly, a tiny hiccup bubbling at your throat.

“You’re my partner,” He grumbles lowly.

Students sat close by turn their heads and watch the small commotion, a growing interest that’s been spreading in the lecture hall the last week or so. Rafe doesn’t give a shit, a possessiveness he’s only felt with you worming at his chest. His focus stays steady as you wilt under his gaze, a soft, okay, leaving your pink lips.

Pleased, he lets go and maneuvers his foot underneath the pegs, hooking his ankle to keep you rooted there. Your knee bumps with his as you shift around, flinching back and shifting again. It's cute how nervous you are. Delicate fingers clicking the pen multiple times before drawing a line down the middle of your paper, marking an ethical and unethical side.

“Let’s start with the unethical. You should be good at that, right?” You ask with honey on your tongue.

“Yeah, angel, we can start with that.” Rafe rakes his eyes over the outfit you have on today. Jeans that mold your ass and a cropped sweater that edges up as you lean over to write. “How about distraction?”

Beginning to write the line of the d, you stop. Eyebrows creased with a twisting lip as you keep your eyes down. “Like spam ads in social media?”

Rafe hums in agreement. Waits until you're done writing to add, “Ignorance.” Without questioning him this time, you press the pen to paper. Leaning in, he pretends to look at the paper when he breathes out, “Teasing me in those jeans.”

You reel back, those beautiful eyes full of fire and directly on him. You don’t miss a beat. “Forcible consumption.”

He grunts out a laugh. “Doesn’t matter when the customer is so satisfied.”

“Inappropriate, false claims,” Your voice squeaks with the amount of willpower it takes for you not to scream at him.

“Go on a date with me.” Though he outlines the way your lips shape words, his voice overlaps yours towards the end. Rafe drops his elbows to his knees, invading more of your space. A slick smile forms as heat rushes south from the expressive fear rippling on your face.

“No.” Your voice drops a notch, clipped and final as you scoot back. Long fingers curl on the bottom edge of the seat and slide you close, his right thigh slotting between yours.

“You know I only like hearing that when my dick’s in you.”

The sharp inhale accentuates the lines of your throat, and chest heaving up and Rafe wants to experience all your gasps and sounds when you’re completely naked. Memorize all the tics you have from responding to his touch, his mere presence.

Dr. Thomas breaks the tension as his voice rings out. “Once you’re done you can turn it in and go. Have a good day.”

Rafe snatches the paper before you can and flourishes your names up in the corner. Standing and slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he looks down his nose at you.

“Friday. Seven sharp.” With your frozen posture, it looks like you're invisibly tied to the chair. The mental image of you at his mercy has his dick pressing at the zipper. “Don’t be late, baby.”

Rafe ensures his voice is loud enough for the onlooking sorority girls to hear, letting the rumor mill take care of the rest. By the end of the week, everyone will know you’re off-limits. Even if you aren’t aware of it.

With a bounce in his step, Rafe turns in your work together. With only one side filled in.

🌙

When Friday evening arrives, Rafe is walking up your apartment steps right at 6:58pm. Pushing the buzzer, he adjusts his shoulders as he clears his throat. He waits for another moment before he presses the buzzer again, longer this time.

Pulling out his phone, he texts you. I’m here.

Cracking his neck to release growing tension, Rafe waits awhile more. Having expected your reluctance. He could give you time. Demonstrate how he could be patient, reasonable, kind even The past interactions with you perhaps weren’t ideal but each time you had managed to catch him off guard and derail his thoughts or plans. This time he’ll be better, he can be understanding and be good. Wants to spend time with you, pick inside of that witty mind of yours before he bends you over the closest flat surface.

His phone vibrates. I’m not.

Rage surges up his chest. “Fuck!”

Rafe spins and punches the brick wall. A welcome pain zinging up his hand to his foreman, another grunt as blood smears his knuckles. Jogging down the short stairs, he steps off to the side into an alleyway. With stiff fingers, he produces a small baggie from his pocket.

Coming into the date, being fully sober was a top priority. Not an ounce of smoke, powder, or drink had entered his bloodstream today. He wanted to be emersed in your presence, knew if he found the right spot inside that stubborn head of yours, he could be high on you alone. Now, he tilts the bag onto the juncture of his thumb and forefinger, cocaine building into a tiny lump. Sniffing sharply, he lets out a loud breath as the bitterness sticks to the back of his throat.

Scouring through social media, rage bubbles in his blood when none of your friends have posted anything, no pictures of you which means he has no idea where you are. Taking off down the street, the best course of action is to scope out the closest bars.

Only, you’re nowhere to be found. And after hours of looking for you and getting kicked out of a bar, he returns home with an odd sense of betrayal inside him.

From Friday night to Sunday morning, Rafe binges. Alcohol, weed, coke, girls, anything he can get his hands on or nose in. It masks the stinging rejection that flurries down his bones, raging with the music and causing fights. He lets out all those self-destructive impulses he struggles to hold in, and lets them have free rein throughout the weekend. Tells himself he’ll be better come Monday. For himself, for his dad. For you.

It's a struggle to wake up early Monday morning. But he’s determined to steer you towards his path once more, show you how easy or hard he can be, depending on how you play. This is a game of cat and mouse, of fish and hook. He intends to win.

Oh, but do you play dirty.

Early to lecture, Rafe reclines back in his seat as he fiddles with a pen that he’s stolen from you before. With the toxic anger seeped out of him from the weekend, he’s momentarily stunned to see you waltz in with his grey zip-up on. Lust and anger war in him the longer he stares at you. The zip-up is baggy on your frame, black leggings complete the comfy vibe you have going on. Damn you for doing the bare minimum and still getting a reaction out of his cock that twitches with delight from the thought of you covered in his scent. It doesn’t matter if no one else knows that’s his sweater, the sight makes him want to worship and devastate you all at once.

Your nose is turned up to him as you primly sit, not a glance at him. Rafe takes it with stride, only taking peaks at you from the corner of his eye. He mirrors your attitude and shows no regard for you, no brushing of hands or teasing whispers. And it’s so goddamn funny how you pick up on this, on him ignoring you that for the first time, you glance at him. If he knew ignoring you would’ve gotten your attention, he would’ve done it long ago.

He keeps a straight face, feigning interest in what Professor Thomas is lecturing as he feels the nervous energy wafting off you. Clocking the bouncing of your leg, the touching of your face, and curtaining your hair to hide the side of your face. He’s never been one to recognize emotions well, a feature of his mechanism he’s detested since childhood. With you though, it’s like reading a language he’s never heard or seen before but it’s instinctual, the want to learn. The sense that it was created just for him.

When the professor declares class over, he feels your hesitation. Like you're anticipating him to say something, to look at you. Casually, he puts his blank notebook away as you finally get up and begin your quick escape until you’re stopped. Not by him this time.

The professor waves you over to the desk, calling out your last name. Rafe watches as you skip in your steps with nerves as you head over. The exchange is too quiet to hear, the line of your mouth steadily curving down the longer you stand there. After a small nod from you, you exit the room. With languid steps, he follows, keeping enough distance so you don’t catch him.

Dr. Thomas’s office resides in the building across the courtyard, third floor, conveniently tucked in a corner and by the stairs. Blunt teeth graze at his cuticles as he flattens his back against the wall, listening to your conversation from the cracked door. He’s a bit late due to taking the stairs.

“…From a reliable and respected source. I do take this very seriously.”

“B-but I haven’t!” There’s a panicked edge to your tone. “Sir, I would never plagiarize on my work. And I have no record of it –”

“Yes, well there is a first time for everything.”

“Sir, I swear on it. I would never cheat or steal someone’s work.”

“Be that as it may, I am going to let you off with a warning. Only one. Should there be a next time, I, unfortunately, must inform the dean and have him handle it from there.” A sigh from the professor. “I do have to say, I see how bright of a student you are and would hate for this to be a dark mark on your academics. This could affect your academic career, and your scholarships if you have any. Be wise in your decision-making.”

Your voice is wobbly. “Yes, sir.”

Rafe slips through the stairs door when he hears shuffling. His heart picking up speed since the confrontation, an odd weight in his stomach as he imagines your face at the news. Someone had reported you for plagiarizing your recent paper.

He didn’t realize how much of a hard-ass Dr. Thomas was and wonders if he should’ve chosen a different professor of yours.

Propped up against the brick wall, he fidgets with his gold ring. Twisting it this way and that around his finger. A couple more moments later and you’re coming out the same doors he did not long ago. Your momentum from pushing the door open generates a breeze through your hair and oh, how he wishes to bury himself in those tangles.

“Where were you?”

You whirl around on the spot, startled with a small yelp. Once you register its Rafe, the center of your face scrunches up. You open your mouth for a moment, and it seems like you change your words at the last moment. “I don’t have time to deal with you. I have bigger problems.”

Rotating on your heel, you make it two steps before he’s calling out again. “Maybe, I can help with those problems.” His steps are quiet as he slinks up behind you. “I am a very…respectable person, ya know.”

You stop dead in your tracks.

This time, Rafe’s ready for your hand when you raise it. Fingers squeeze around your fragile wrist, pulling your body close. Baring your teeth like a feral cat, your neck angled back as you struggle to gain space.

“You.” You seethe. “It was you. I should’ve fucking known.” Your other hand hits his shoulder, Rafe’s hand snapping up to restrain it. Grinding your teeth, a closed mouth squeal lets out. Fumbling with your squirming limbs, Rafe drags you to a thick oak tree. It’s only when strands of hair are sticking to your face that he sees the tears cascading down. Your voice cracks as you ask, “Why?”

A pang hits the middle of his chest, offering up his own sneer to you. Your mascara is clumping with your fat tears, your eyes reddening and still, you look so pretty. Bringing up both hands encased with your wrists, a thumb swipes the apple of your cheek catching the hot liquid on his skin, letting it soak into him.

“You know why,” Rafe answers softly.

A distressed whine climbs up your throat. “Rafe, please, just stop this – whatever it is. I don’t understand what you want from me.”

“Let me make it clear then.” Softening his hands, he strokes at your damp skin. “You. Just you.”

You scoff. “I’m not just going to be with you, Rafe. You’ve hurt me, you’ve r-” you inhale. “You’ve hurt me, a lot.”

“Don’t make me hurt you.”

“Do you know how crazy you sound? Like a freaking maniac!” You divert your attention across the courtyard. “Couldn’t you find any willing girls to get your dick wet?”

“I have.” Rafe deadpans. “Yours is just the best I’ve had. And I always get the best of what I want.”

Your shoulders slump, the tone of your voice strained yet comes out strong. “I’m not going to roll over and be your bitch to use. I don’t have to do anything for you.”

“You sure about that?” Rafe can’t help but smile, it’s not his fault that you make him laugh and his cock hard. “Cause I’m pretty sure that my dad plays golf with the dean once a month. Be such a shame for a smart mind like yours to go to waste.” Eyes glossy with your lower lip wobbling, he tuts at the fresh flood of waterworks. “You just had to make it so difficult for yourself, angel. Twisted my hand right up.”

Contrary to what you must believe, he didn’t want to go down this road with you. Wanted to give you some resemble of a choice in this. He hadn’t expected you to not care about his potential exploit of your nude photo or the bravado you showed the next day after his midnight delight. Everything you do is so unexpected for such an unassuming girl. This was the natural next step to take.

He can practically hear the gears turning behind your forehead. Quiet with shallow breaths, nose beginning to drip as well. Rafe works on his patience as you come to terms with all of this, and begins to softly rock you, wanting to soothe that wrinkled line by your eyebrow.

Abruptly, you’re burrowing your head into his chest. Weeping into his shirt, soaking it with tears and snot. Your fists gather up the fabric, pulling and pushing but you’re not struggling, only letting out emotion. Smiling, he wraps his arms around you comfortingly. This cry was different, (he gets excited knowing he could already categorize your cries), this was a grieving cry as you surrender.

He hushes you gently as you mumble. “I hate you.”

Rafe doesn’t bother responding to that. Dipping his head down to the shell of your ear. Lips grazing the thin skin. “You ready for that date now?”

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Insatiable

Finally finished the SPICY Swiss/Delia fic based on the commission I got from @floating-goblin-art which can be found here X .This started out pretty simple and then it got very self indulgent the more I wrote X3

Anyways, enjoy ya'll!

Tags: BIG breeding kink, weed use (good ol slut weed lol), p in v sex, cum eating, biting, feral!Swiss, blood drinking, lots of ghoul cuddles, missionary sex, doggy style, fingering (female receiving), oral sex (female receiving), mirror sex, nipple play, quintessence use, it's filthy but also very sweet, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink

Words: 5348

The enticing smell of quintessence, incense and weed was heavy in the air, putting Delia at ease as she laid her head in Swiss’s lap. Being around him was blissful, but moments just like this where it was just the two of them were absolutely heavenly.

It had been a long day for the both of them and when Cumulus offered to watch the kits, they gladly accepted and were quick to get back to Swiss’s room. They began watching a movie, but after smoking together, the movie was now long forgotten.

Delia smiled up at Swiss lazily as he took another drag from a joint. Fuck, he was so handsome. He had taken his shirt off the more they smoked together, making his lap all the more comfy as she nuzzled against his soft belly and kissed it every few moments. He had been complaining some about losing his abs after the kits had hatched, but Delia reassured him that he was fine and that she and the kits loved his new softness.

Swiss noticed her watching him and he smiled back at her, purple heart-shaped clouds curling from his lips as he draped his tail around her leg, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You want some more, sweetheart?” He asked, gently running his claws through her hair.

“I do,” Delia murmured, pursing her lips for him.

Swiss chuckled and brought the joint to her lips. Delia eagerly took it and held it between two fingers, taking a long drag. She felt like she could melt right into her beloved ghoul as she exhaled. Swiss breathed in some of the smoke with a purr, his head rolling back.

“Fuck, I think this is Mountain’s best batch yet,” he murmured, breathing another purple heart.

“You say that about every batch he makes, babe,” Delia giggled.

Swiss hummed in response, reaching down to grab the joint that Delia held. He seemed to move in slow motion before he went past her hand and grabbed a hold of the front of her bra. Delia giggled when his eyes went wide and he looked down at her again, giving her soft breast a squeeze.

“You missed, babe,” she chimed, biting her lip playfully.

The perplexed look in his purple eyes soon became mischievous as he gave her breast another squeeze. Delia closed her eyes in pure bliss and placed her hand over his. His hands were so warm.

“Nah, I got just what I want, sweetheart,” he purred, grabbing a hold of both of her breasts. His tail tightened around her thigh, the tip of it inching closer to the front of her panties.

Delia let out a soft moan as he continued squeezing her breasts. They had gotten all the more sensitive since having his kits. A change that Swiss adored and he always took time to get his hands on them any chance he got.

“Is…Is there anything else you want, Daddy?” Delia asked, eager to get out of the bra that she was sure would be torn to shreds in the next few moments if she didn’t ask soon.

“Just you. C’mere. I need ya closer, sweetheart,” he murmured, stopping what he was doing to motion to her with two fingers.

Delia slowly sat up, swaying to and fro drunkenly before giggling and attempting to unhook her bra. Her fingers struggled against the hooks and she looked back at Swiss for help. Before she could say a word, Swiss pulled her back into his lap, her back facing him.

“You don’t even have to say anything, baby,” Swiss purred as he unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side. Delia smiled, leaning against him as he wrapped his arms around her belly. He purred loudly, his chest rumbling against her back as he buried his face in her shoulder and took in a deep breath while slowly kneading her stomach like a giant kitten.

“You smell so good, Delia,” he murmured, planting multiple kisses along her shoulder before going up to her neck. Delia shivered in delight, arching her neck to give him more access. The ghoul eagerly kissed along her neck before giving it a playful nibble.

“Mm, I could just eat you up,” he whispered, biting a bit harder on a sensitive spot, getting another soft moan from Delia.

“You…You got the munchies, Daddy?” Delia asked, wiggling her ass against his lap and smiling when she felt him get hard beneath her.

“I sure do. I know we got snacks, but I got something far tastier right here,” Swiss growled against her neck.

“It’s me,” Delia giggled.

“Delia?”

“Yes, Swiss?”

“Turn around please.”

He had stopped kissing her neck. Curious, Delia turned around, straddling his lap now. She wrapped her arms around his neck, noticing how his eyes roamed up and down her body before locking eyes with her. The pull of his quintessence mixed with the intoxicating high made her head all the more fuzzier and eager for his love.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he purred before pulling her into a hungry kiss. Delia eagerly kissed him back, greedily taking his tongue in her mouth. Swiss moaned into her mouth, his hands going down to squeeze her ass as he grinded his hips against her.

Delia tasted a perfect blend of his aphrodisiac and the weed which filled her lungs and left her hungry for more.

“I love you,” she moaned into the kiss.

“I love ya more,” Swiss moaned back, pulling her closer into him as he deepened the kiss.

Delia was starting to feel light-headed the more she kissed him. She buried her hands into his locs, keeping him close as she gyrated her hips against his. She needed him more than anything.

She wanted to keep kissing him, but she had to pull away to take a breath with a soft gasp. Swiss chuckled darkly and gave her a quick kiss that led to him gently biting on her lower lip, drawing blood and making her squeak at the pain.

“Ah, that was hard, love,” Delia said, licking her lip and tasting blood.

“Then I’ll have to kiss it better, sweetheart,” Swiss replied, kissing her lip and licking up the blood. Delia continued wiggling her ass against his hard cock, eager to free it from his pants soon.

“Satanas, you even taste sweeter, Delia. I should knock you up again if it means making you taste and feel amazing,” Swiss purred, pulling away and licking her blood off his lips. Delia felt her cheeks grow warm at the thought of carrying more of his kits. They obviously couldn’t conceive now, but she was going to let him have his fantasy tonight if it meant being fucked silly by him.

“You absolutely should, Daddy,” she purred, touching her lip with a single finger and pulling it back to see the warm blood coating it. She gave Swiss a knowing look and there was a hungry glint in his eyes as he took her hand and slowly sucked the blood off her finger. She couldn’t help but admire how his lips looked around her finger and she quickly imagined how his lips would look around one of the other ghoul’s hard cocks.

“That’s hot,” she murmured, already feeling a warm sensation building up between her legs.

“Mm, yeah. You know I’ve had a lot of practice sucking. Pretty sure I’m the second best at it in the church. Right behind Papa,” Swiss chuckled once he was done with her finger. Delia hummed in response, thinking of other things he could be sucking on right now.

“You know, I got something for you to suck right here, Daddy,” she purred, taking his hand and placing it over the front of her wet panties. Swiss let out a rumbling purr, licking his lips before sticking a finger inside her panties. Delia shivered, holding on to him tight as he gently prodded at her slick folds with one finger and then two.

“Mm, you’re already this wet, sweetheart?” The ghoul questioned.

“I’ll always be wet for my ghoul,” Delia said.

Swiss chuckled and continued using his fingers on her. He soon got a hold of her clit and began massaging it, bringing forth an assortment of pleasant moans from Delia.

“How badly do you want me to eat you, Delia?” Swiss asked, stopping what he was doing and making Delia groan.

“More…More than anything. Please…Please eat my…my pussy…and fill it up with…everything you got,” she moaned, burying her face in his shoulder. There was silence from Swiss before a dark chuckle filled the air.

“What’s the magic word, sweetheart?”

“Please?”

“Keep going.”

“Pretty please?”

“You’re close.”

“You’re torturing me, Swiss,” Delia moaned, lightly smacking his back. His whole body rumbled as he chuckled again.

“Come on, sweetheart. You can do it,” he purred, pushing a finger into her once before quickly pulling it out. Delia grunted, biting her lip and tasting blood. She needed more.

“Please….fuck me silly, Big Daddy,” she whispered in his ear, getting another pleasant rumble from him that vibrated against her skin.

“That’s a good girl. Lay down,” Swiss ordered, pulling his fingers from her panties. They were coated with her slick and he eagerly licked his fingers clean.

Delia blushed and did as she was told. She felt like she was a part of the bed as Swiss hummed and moved to plant kisses along her stomach, making her giggle as his stubble tickled her skin. It wasn’t long before he was kissing along her thigh and rubbing his face along it like a giant kitten. She wanted more than anything to just take her panties off now, but she knew Swiss would be doing that any moment now.

“Look at that. A whole meal for me,” Swiss purred, caressing the front of her panties before planting a kiss over the fabric. Delia shivered when he ran his tongue over her panties. It was slow. Agonizingly slow, but knowing Swiss, he was going to get them off sooner than later, especially if he was high and craving her.

“All for you, Daddy,” Delia moaned, watching him with half-lidded eyes full of adoration.

The ghoul smirked and kissed the front of her panties again before slowly taking them off with his teeth. Delia felt her heart skip a beat before suddenly remembering the last time she let him do something like this.

“Don’t you dare eat them, Swiss. I like these panties,” she grumbled, gripping the sheets as she watched him like a hawk.

“But they taste like you and you have plenty of the same type. I’m sure it’s okay if I save these for later,” Swiss crowed, holding up her panties and bringing them to his nose. He inhaled her scent, moaning as his free hand went down to palm his front where there was an obvious wet spot growing.

“Satanas, I’m already leaking and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he murmured, getting another whiff of her panties before tossing them to the side.

“Well, hurry and eat your dinner, Daddy,” Delia said, spreading her legs for him and beckoning him to come closer.

Swiss gazed at her hungrily before laying in between her legs, gripping her soft thighs as he eagerly sucked on her slick pussy. Delia cried out and immediately wrapped her thighs around his head, bringing him closer. Swiss didn’t object and continued sliding his long tongue deep within her folds.

“Ah, fuck me!” She cried out, not caring if any other ghoul heard her from outside the room.

“Soon, sweetheart. Be patient,” Swiss purred, his voice muffled between her legs.

Delia could hear his tail thumping excitedly against the bed, something he often did whenever he ate her out. He was always so eager like a puppy whenever he got the chance to be between her legs. It was absolutely adorable.

Swiss began giving her clit attention by sucking on it. His quintessence took ahold of her again, making her feel like she was melting right into the bed. All she could feel was his hot tongue ravaging her mixed with his claws gently digging into her flesh. She looked up at the ceiling and she swore she saw stars when she felt herself inching ever so close to orgasm. Swiss hit a sweet spot when he pushed a finger into her while sucking right on her clit and she felt like she was going to burst with pleasure.

“Guh…Don’t…Don’t stop! Right…Right there!” she stammered, her thighs quivering around Swiss’s head as she tightened her grip on him.

Swiss smiled against her pussy as he continued pleasuring her. Delia’s moans got louder the closer she got until her orgasm finally washed over her. She cried out his name as she arched her back and spilled herself into Swiss’s mouth who eagerly lapped up every drop of her. Delia sighed, her mouth still hanging open as she loosened her legs from around his head and relaxed back into the bed once her orgasm ran its course on her.

“So sweet,” Swiss moaned, gazing up at her lovingly as he continued licking at her pussy. Delia smiled, eager to kiss him and taste herself on his tongue.

“Get over here and kiss me, Daddy,” she purred, holding out her arms to him.

“Say no more, sweetheart,” the ghoul purred, giving her pussy one last sloppy kiss before crawling into her open arms.

His purrs rumbled through his chest, making the bed vibrate as he pulled her into another kiss. Delia closed her eyes in pure bliss when she felt her sweetness on his tongue when he pushed it into her mouth. The ghoul deepened the kiss, holding her tightly against his chest and even wrapping his tail around her middle. There was no escaping him now.

“So good,” Swiss moaned into the kiss, reaching down to cup her breasts. Delia felt lightheaded now. This was perfect. Beyond perfect.

Moments passed and Delia pulled away to breathe and lick her lips. She smiled at her beloved and giggled drunkenly as he kissed her along her neck.

“You know, I was thinking about what we could name our future kits, Delia,” Swiss said, pulling away from her neck and sitting up.

“Oh? What were you thinking of, love?” Delia replied, eyeing his sweatpants and seeing the tip of his cock peeking out from the top. Swiss noticed where she was looking and he smiled that all-too-familiar smile as he made quick work of taking them off, freeing his cock. Delia laid back and spread her legs for him, eager to have him inside her.

“We name them after different cheeses. Just think about it. It’ll be perfect,” he said with an excited glimmer in his eyes.

Delia paused, her legs still spread wide as she looked up at him in surprise. There were quite a lot of different cheeses out there. Cheese was a cute name, but would the other cheese names out there be good fits for her future kits?

“That…isn’t a bad idea, but what names did you have in mind, Swiss?” She asked.

“Ahh, there’s so many, sweetheart. I really like Brie, Cheddar and Feta. They’d be perfect names and there’s plenty more too,” Swiss said, grabbing her buttery soft hips and bringing her closer to him. Those names weren’t bad, but names weren’t important right now as Swiss knelt, pressing his cock against her wet pussy.

“We can talk more about that later. You have to knock me up first, Daddy,” Delia purred.

“With pleasure, Delia,” Swiss purred back, gently digging his claws into her hips as he slowly pushed his full length into her. Delia gasped, gazing up at him in awe as he filled every inch of her. He was already so wet and so fucking hot. Swiss groaned, closing his eyes in concentration as he thrusted again and again, going deeper with each move.

“Delia…You’re…You’re like a fuckin’ slide,” he moaned, his tail wrapped around her thigh, squeezing it with each thrust.

“Well, you are the master of foreplay, Daddy. You always do such an amazing job,” Delia cooed, reaching up to caress his cheek. Swiss smiled, turning to kiss her palm before playfully nibbling at it, winking at her as he continued slamming into her with more intensity.

Delia couldn’t think straight now as her cries of pleasure got louder by the second. With each hard thrust, Swiss filled her head with his quintessence, making her all the more needy and lightheaded. She needed him all over.

“Swiss…I need…Ah…I need you…Fuck…I need all of you on me. You’re so far away and…and I wanna look at you and…and kiss you,” she moaned, her cheeks growing warm at suggesting the missionary position. Swiss slowed down, chittering down at her in confusion.

“What do you want me to do, Delia?” He asked.

“Just smother me, Daddy. I want to be pinned under you,” she begged.

Swiss was silent for a moment before a mischievous smirk formed on his lips.

“What’s the magic word, Delia?” He asked, moving to hover just inches over her. The ghoul cocked his head to the side, a knowing look in his eyes. He really wasn’t making this easy for her.

“Please…smother me, Daddy. Pretty please with a…a cherry on top,” she murmured.

“Good girl,” Swiss purred, pinning her to the bed with ease. Delia grunted at the sudden weight on top of her, but she quickly adjusted and kissed Swiss’s cheek.

“You like that, Delia?” He asked while pushing himself into her again.

“Fuck…yes,” Delia moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding on tight. The ghoul hummed in response before his expression turned to bliss, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out as he picked up the pace. He let out a sound that was a mix between a growl and a moan, his eyes going from purple to red before staying that glowing purple Delia loved so dearly. Purple smoke began pouring from his open mouth and Delia eagerly breathed it in.

“I love you, Swiss. I…fucking love you!” She cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into another heated kiss. The ghoul’s tongue ravaged her mouth once again as he relentlessly pounded into her. He hissed into the kiss, sending shivers running down Delia’s spine. It was terrifying but also so fucking hot.

“Delia…Mine,” Swiss moaned into the kiss.

“Yours,” Delia moaned back, tears of pleasure welling up in her eyes when he began hitting her sweet spot.

Swiss’s grip on her hips tightened as his thrusts became all the more frantic and uneven. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but they had all night. The ghoul’s body trembled against hers as he pulled away from the kiss and buried his face in her shoulder, his sharp teeth pressed against her skin.

“I…I need to bite you, Delia,” he murmured, licking at her shoulder. Delia already felt a numbness where he licked her and she prepped herself for what was to come next.

“You can bite me, Swiss,” she said, reaching up and petting the top of his head. The ghoul hissed and bit into her shoulder. Delia flinched once when she felt his sharp teeth on her, but it quickly turned to pleasure as the satisfying numbness and his quintessence replaced the pain.

“Swiss,” she moaned, the weight of her world crushing her beautifully as she felt another orgasm quickly approaching.

The ghoul moaned into her shoulder before he finally came. He slowly pumped her full of his hot seed, holding on to her tight as if his life depended on it. Delia continued running her fingers through his locs as he filled her up, more tears of pleasure welling up in her eyes as she came again with a cry. She clenched around him, her juices squirting from around his cock and making the warmth between them all the more intense.

Swiss was panting when he stopped thrusting into her and pulled away from her shoulder. His mouth was bloody, some of it dripping onto Delia’s chest as he breathed heavily over her. He was beautiful. Delia couldn’t take her eyes off of him as she stared up at him, breathless. She took a deep breath and let out a sigh before smiling at him lovingly. Swiss was still panting before he smirked and rested his head on her chest, nuzzling her breasts and licking up the blood that stained them.

“Amazing,” Delia whispered, petting the space between his horns as he continued licking her breasts.

Swiss purred, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace, his cock still buried deep inside her. The ghoul lazily moved his hips, slowly fucking her. Delia closed her eyes, loving all the attention he was getting.

“Gotta make sure it all stays inside you, sweetheart,” Swiss murmured, flashing a bloody smile at her before lapping up at her numb and tingly shoulder.

“Of course. You do what you need to do, love. We have all night so you have plenty of tries to knock me up,” Delia replied.

“Perfect,” the ghoul purred, still licking her wounded shoulder.

Delia laid there, loving the weight that pinned her to the bed. She was sleepy, but some snacks and a drink would surely wake her up and have her ready for more rounds with her beloved.

Swiss was still licking at her shoulder, purring loudly. Delia tried to get a look at the damage, but she couldn't see much with his head in the way.

“Did you…Did you bite too hard, Swiss?” She asked.

“It’s not bad. You just…taste so good and…I’m getting hungry,” Swiss replied, pulling away from her shoulder and licking his lips clean. Delia felt a jolt of fear in her heart which she quickly pushed away. Fear made humans all the more delectable to ghouls, but Swiss would never try to harm her like that.

“Well, do you need a snack, love?” She asked, gesturing to the nightstand that held an assortment of snacks. Swiss looked over at the snacks and then back to her before he chuckled and laid his head back on her chest.

“I’ll be fine, sweetheart. That small amount of blood will hold me over for a bit,” he said before he pulled out of her and moved to lay beside her. Delia cuddled close to him, her fear melting away when she felt his fingers replace his cock. They massaged her slick pussy, pushing his seed deeper into her. Delia got a look at her shoulder and saw the bite mark that was already nearly healed. The bleeding had stopped, but it was definitely going to leave a mark that she was going to display with pride.

“There we go. All of that hot cheese is all up in there,” Swiss crowed, pulling his fingers out of her. Delia burst into a fit of giggles, her cheeks going red. The cheese puns were going to be nonstop, especially when he got her pregnant again.

“You like that, Delia?” He asked.

“I thought it was pretty cheesy, but I love it,” Delia giggled before kissing all over his face. The ghoul hummed in content, his tail thumping against the bed once again.

Delia kissed him, relishing in the wonderful taste of her blood mixed with their combined love. It was simply intoxicating. Seconds passed and Swiss pulled away from the kiss to give her breasts attention once again. Delia bit her lip as he groped and licked at them, taking extra care to suck on her swollen nipples. She instinctively held his head close to her chest, letting him take his time.

“How are you so perfect, Delia?” Swiss moaned, looking up at her in adoration, his large hands still cupping her breasts. He was hard again, his cock pressed against her legs.

“I don’t know. I guess I just am,” Delia giggled.

“Well, you just need to see how perfect you are, Delia. You see that mirror over there?” Swiss asked, using his tail to point across the room. Delia looked to where he was pointing and saw the mirror that stood across from the bed. It was placed against the wall, showing the two of them perfectly.

“I…I see it,” Delia said, her whole body growing warm as she realized what he probably had in mind.

“I wanna fuck you from behind so you can see just how amazing you are in the mirror,” Swiss purred, sitting up on the bed and patting the spot in front of him. Delia would have refused something like that in the past, but now, she adored the idea.

“That sounds amazing, love,” she chimed, sitting up and crawling over to sit in front of him. She grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it in front of her to help with propping herself up.

“Just look at you now, Delia. You’ve always been beautiful, but you’re fucking stunning right now,” Swiss cooed, sitting behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle, giving her stomach a loving squeeze. Delia smiled at what she saw and placed her hands over his. They were so tiny in comparison to the ghouls.

“It won’t be long now until you’re full of my kits. You’ll be even more beautiful then and I’ll be all over ya,” Swiss said, his reflection eyeing her neck hungrily. Delia smirked and tilted her head, giving him access to her neck.

The ghoul chittered softly, kissing and licking along her neck before playfully nibbling at it, making Delia giggle. Her giggles stopped when Swiss growled and tightened his grip on her, pressing his hard cock against her back.

“Gotta knock you up again, Delia. Right now,” he growled in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe.

“O…Okay…Daddy. Take…Take me,” Delia stammered, shivering when she felt one hand on her back. It gave one gentle push and she knew what to do as she leaned forward in the doggy position. She watched the mirror as Swiss got in position behind her, gripping her ass and spreading her pussy open before sliding himself in with ease. Her reflection reacted instantly, her mouth opening beautifully and her back arching just for him.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, blissed out as she watched Swiss’s face change from concentration to pure pleasure as he pounded into her.

“Look at you, Delia. Don’t ever take your eyes off the mirror,” Swiss grumbled as he filled every inch of her with his hard cock. Delia tried to keep her eyes on the mirror, but the ghoul was relentless, making it all the more difficult to focus.

“It…It’s hard,” she whimpered, slowly lowering her head onto the pillow below her. She suddenly felt his quintessence take a hold of her and she looked at herself in the mirror. Swiss leaned over her, his right hand cupping her chin and keeping her head still. His left hand was planted over hers, holding it lovingly.

“I can help you, sweetheart,” he moaned in her ear.

Delia smiled back at herself drunkenly, loving every bit of how they looked together. With each hard thrust, Delia felt his soft stomach pressed against her ass and she noticed a bulge forming in her stomach each time he pushed his full length into her. His tail wrapped around her thigh again, the tip of it gently prodding at her ass but not going any further.

Delia’s eyes went to how her breasts jiggled to and fro each time Swiss fucked her. Swiss noticed where her gaze was and he let go of her chin to grab ahold of her right breast, giving it a squeeze.

“Ah! Swiss!” Delia moaned when he pinched her nipple between two claws.

“More?”

“Y…Yes.”

The ghoul continued fucking and pinching her, sending her quickly over the edge. She couldn’t stay up any longer now with the large ghoul on top of her.

“Swiss…I gotta lay down…but you can keep fucking me like this,” she murmured before dropping onto the bed. Swiss’s cock slid out of her with a wet pop when she dropped. The ghoul paused, chittering at the new position before he smirked and brought over another pillow.

“I can prop you up with this, sweetheart. Just raise your hips for me,” he said.

Delia nodded and raised her hips, letting the ghoul slip the pillow under her. Her hips were now elevated and she could still lay comfortably on the bed.

“Better?” Swiss asked, giving her ass a nice squeeze as she grabbed the pillow in front of her and rested her chest on it.

“Much better, Daddy,” Delia murmured, wiggling her ass for him. The ghoul chuckled and gave her ass one slap before making quick work of mounting her again.

Swiss pressed his body against hers, pounding her into the bed. Delia bit into the pillow, more tears welling up in her eyes as she watched her reflection. Swiss had his hands planted around her shoulders, trapping her beneath him and enveloping her with his body. She had never felt safer. No one was going to harm her as long as he and his pack members were around.

Delia smiled, pleasure washing over her like a tsunami with each hard thrust from Swiss. She was meant to be here with him. Being with her beloved ghoul was her destiny and she would gladly let him knock her up over and over again.

“Delia,” Swiss moaned, his hips and arms trembling as he tried to keep a steady pace.

“Give it to me, Daddy,” Delia moaned back, gripping the pillow beneath her.

The ghoul bit down on her shoulder once more, blood trickling from his lips and onto the bed. Delia let out a soft cry at the brief pain before she felt the numbness take over when he brushed his tongue over her skin. Swiss squeezed his eyes shut as he pushed with all his might into her, hitting her core and then spilling himself into her again with a muffled growl. He looked absolutely primal as he opened his now-red eyes and glared into the mirror hungrily as he filled her to the brim with his hot cum. Delia could only smile back at him and he did the same, smiling around her skin and spilling more of her blood that he greedily lapped up.

He stopped moving his hips, keeping himself buried deep within her as he relaxed around her, his arms now spread out before him. Delia rested her head comfortably on the pillow, loving the way he had her pinned beneath him. His rumbling purrs felt amazing against her back.

“You didn’t cum, sweetheart,” Swiss murmured once he was done licking at her now-healed wound. He was right, but he could easily make up for it in any way he wanted. The night was still young.

“It’s okay, Swiss. We have all night and I’m sure you’ll make me cum again in no time while also filling me with a litter or two,” Delia chimed, winking at him playfully before taking his right hand and kissing each of his knuckles.

“You’re absolutely right, baby,” Swiss replied, kissing the top of her head before resting his head on her shoulder with a content sigh. He closed his eyes, grinning like a love-struck idiot as he rubbed his cheek against hers, his stubble tickling her once more. Delia wanted to recharge with snacks and water, but she wanted to stay like this for a little longer.

“I love you, Swiss,” she whispered, holding his hand. The ghoul enveloped her hand in his, a sleepy smile on his lips while his eyes stayed closed.

“I love you more, Delia,” he whispered back, pecking her on the cheek.

They laid like that in silence until a deep rumble from both of their stomachs filled the air. Swiss chirped, opening his eyes in surprise and looking at Delia before the two of them burst into laughter.

“Munchies,” they said in unison.

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