#i constantly feel like a whimpering dog at the pound.

[madaracore]

[whole-circus]

can i please request nsfw headcanons with laughing jack and candy Pop ?? thanks youss 🫶🏻

Candy Pop and Laughing Jack NSWF hcs!

➥ Hiiii!! (pretty clown boys im drooling). Here you go! And again sorry that i kept you waiting!!!! >:(( Ofc please remember about safe sex always and things like that!!

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Candy Pop

Yeah he is big king, and I mean it, he is huge everywhere! Candy isnt human, so things like "average size" doesnt applicable to him, basic laws of nature doesnt exist either. Bold assumptions that he would be more than 10-12inches (25-30cm) when hard and he is thicc! Such a yummy dick and pretty too! Shape doesnt look human tho! Candy has couple of veins here and there, and is well trimmed (he just cares about his look so much, not like you can complain). Good luck with taking him - at least he can hit all your sweet spots easly. Absolute nightmare if you are virgin!

Candy is defintely a top! He just loves using his power and big posture against you! All that to make you feel completely under his control, relying only on him. Loves making absolute mess from you, the state when you cant even think properly and just moan needly his name while bouncing on his cock - he lives for that so much. There is no better view than his pet being obdient and good just for him! There is a small chance that he would let you dom him, but its one in a milion tbh - Candy just loves "taking care" for you too much!

Such a kinky and freaky beast pls!! Like bondage, spanking, BDSM, pet play, size kink, breeding, degradation!!! Sign him in, he is so willing to try anything and everything!! Boy has seen a lot so you wont suprise him anyways. When you two are having sex, he loves choosing risky places when you two could have been seen! Candy does have something from exhibicionist and get off so much from the thought that someone would see you both! Big on making you cry, he so so mean i swear! Doesn't let you cum without his persmission, says many mean things or maybe its becasue of pain? Can't wait to see you looking up at him with your teary eyes! Candy Pop is also rough partner, constantly grabbing and pulling your hair ust to look at him. Give him blowjob if you are brave enough! He knows that he is huge and wont fit into your tight throat, but will try to shove as much as he can!

VERY VOCAL!! He moans, screams, whimper,, just anything! Making so many sounds like his own life depends on it! Also great dirty talker, you are wet just from his voice! LOVES CALLING YOU HIS PET! Or things like slut, dumb fucktoy, and things like kitten or filthy dog..But he has his cutie patootie side too! Sweetie, cutie, pup, baby (tho he likes to use it when he mocks you)! HE ALSO LOVES WHEN YOU CALL HIM NAMES THAT EMPHASIZE HIS POWER OVER YOU!! Master and sir are his thing, but he is curious what can you come up with!

Loves positions like doggy, cowgirl (doesnt matter if reversed or not, he just want you do all the work!) and listen!! he is big and strong and stuff so he can actually hold you against the wall and just fuck you when he hold you (usually for quickies). Candy also loves taking you on the table/kitchen counter - anywhere like that! Will grind against your butt with his bulge, and be ready to be humped when you two sleep pacefully!

When it comes to aftercare..it is here but nothing too special. Will definitely praise you after sex, telling you how good did you do, helps you out with potential hurts you got during - otherwise he will just lay here with you, caressing your back and hair.

Laughing Jack

Another huge and inhuman cock..good luck! Jack is way more on lenght than thiccnes, but i assure that you wont complain when he will pound into you! Also, he is not a human, so we ignore there basic laws of nature - i would say he is around 8-10 inches (20-25cm) long when hard. Has cute little bush, one sensitive vein on the back and no, his dick isnt in black-white stripes.. Second virgin nightmare, but what is the worst thing that can happen?

Jack defnitely prefers to be dominant one, usually he is this sweet and soft kind of dom..but be aware of his more rougher side, just give him a bit of time! That dosnt mean that he won't be sub..gladly will become one just for you! Just keep in mind that he is bratty as hell, not obeying any of your command..looks like he needs good punishment to put him in line!

Romantic love making with all this cheesy stuff like candles and roses >> rough sex rawr. I will propably dissapoint you all freaks, but nothing too hardcore? Jack is pretty loving and sensual partner once you are together, so the thought of hurting you in any way (even if its for your pleasure) would put him off a bit. But he is open to trying new things, just nothing too kinky! Enjoys marking you in diffrent forms - biting, straching you with his sharp nails or just giving you hickeys, he loves that so much..! Please pull his hair - or let him do the same to you, it doesnt matter at this point! Huge on breeding, loves the though of getting you all full with his cum..(no worries, even if you cant be pregnant!). And when it comes to oral.. he is so amazing at giving it! Jack has such a long tongue, ready to reach all your sweet spots or wrap around your whole lenght! If you would be the one giving, he might be a bit scared because he knows well how big he is, so it might take him a bit convincing.

Much of a whimper..! Makes such a cute and needy noises i swear to god. Jack doesnt really moan, but it happens to scream your name while growling! Also dirty talking can be a bit awkward sometimes, but most of the times he is doing great job and keep you both away frm this uncomfy silence!

Doesnt really like degrading you, sex is more of love making for you both and he just want to show you his feelings! You end up being sweetheart, love, darling or little one - he is sucker for this cute petnames. When it comes to him, he is fine with being just Jack or other sweet petnames, but wont complain if you call him daddy!

Jack especially likes the positions when he can see your face and have easy access you every part of your body! So missionary (pls, you two holding hands when he slams into you!), cowgirl and pretty much enjoyes 69. Special place in his heart goes to normal sex during cuddles or to cockwarming!

AFTERCARE IS SO SWEET WITH HIM! Whatever you need, he will bring it up to you! He will glady cuddle with you to sleep after he made sure you are clean and hydrated, but is as much cool with just hugging you ad talk about small, silly things.

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[whumpsoda]

I ALMOST FELL ASLEEP BUT RAN TO YOUR BLOG TO SHARE THE IDEA THAT CAME TO ME

malak breaking one night in early captivity and having a panic attack or overall just a mental breakdown alone after a day full of conditioning. malak doesn’t trust ad not to hurt him, and he’s just so deeply terrified for days straight.

here’s the thing tho, adrastus comes in and rubs his back, whispering reassurances as malak hyperventilates and subtly charming him into a calmer state. cause like, ad loves malak and they had just spent all day trying to break his will, why not genuinely soothe the poor guy without trying to mold him for five minutes?

anyways the visuals of a pinprick figure rubbing someone’s back whispering “you’re alright love” >>

WOHEO Masterlist

This takes place about a couple days over a week of being with Ad :)

cw: brainwashing/conditioning, captivity, vampire whumper, intimate/care whumper

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Was the room spinning?

Or was it just him?

Malak gripped the flesh of his face with trembling fists, flesh growing moist from eyes pricking with tears. His teeth ground and creaked over one another as his jaw contorted in a strained frown, his lip quivering from fast, shaky breaths. He whimpered roughly, holding back rich sobs with intense effort.

He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand what his master was doing to him, what they wanted from him, or why his brain was so sourly dizzy and disconnected. 

He didn’t understand them. Did his brain understand anything anymore? Malak hated the thought of them already rendering his mind useless, melted to mush. From the constant brainwashing they susceptead him to though, such a future seemed horrifyingly near.

He choked back a strangled cry, breath hitching from the depths of his chest as he let slip a horrid, tangled moan. 

Adrastus had been messing with Malak all day. All week, for that matter. Conditioning him bit by bit, minute by minute, working to twist his defenseless concious to that of a mindless pet. 

Finally he relented, allowing the waterworks to flow.

Was he going to throw up? His stomach churned as he cried, shriveling up around his guts and making him gag. Nausea gripped his head, the aftertaste that seemingly came with constantly having to fight off the dreaded dominant clutch of vampiric hypnosis.

He just wanted to go home. He wanted his bedroom, not the one he’d been left in, with the vampires old and peeling furniture that burned his gaze. He wanted his plants, his desk and chair, his stuffed animal collection. Most of all, Malak yearned for his own bed. The one they supplied him, the one closer to a dog bed than a mattress, made him sick with disgust in terms of his strip of dignity.

Maybe…

Maybe a feeding would make him feel better. Maybe that would help. His head was always so foggy with pleasant bubbles and fuzzy wool during and after, leaving him in a cloudy daze with the biggest beaming smile. They’d whisper sweet nothings into his ears, petting him kindly while he floated through a dream-like state. He would like that. 

Wouldn’t he? 

His master liked it, he knew that. They told him he liked it. Did they make him think so? That he enjoyed it? Did he think he did, by their own accord? Did he like any of it, the captivity, the title, the sweet gifts and touches? 

Would they hurt him if he didn’t?

His throat was ripped apart by the sound of a guttural, raw wail that pounded in his melted head. Fists clenched over his tightly wound eyelids as he melted to a sobbing puddle, hiccups tightly fit between wretched whines and whimpers.

Even with such a large frame Malak retreated further into the cramped crevice that was the corner he stuck himself in, back pressed crudely up to the wall and knees knocked against his chest. 

“Oh, hello, love.” 

He hesitated, peaking his eyelids open a smidge.

A hand. In his face. Reaching toward him, slowly and cautiously, outstretched to touch him. Who was he to know if they are there to pet or to hurt him? “Love, why are you crying?”

His master. His master. He couldn’t recall when he’d begun to think of them as such. When they had first bent his mind to their will, putting him in such a degrading position. 

His master.

Malak tried to protest their touch, feebly shaking away from them, and instead of words he only managed a pitiful gurgling noise. He couldn’t tell if he meant to make such a sound or to speak words, his brain still slipping under an even heavier fog with Adrastus by his side.

“I suppose I must’ve overworked that little mind of yours, didn’t I?” They mumbled, but speaking with a tone sweet and light. Uncharacteristically so. Gentle, with a kind smile and compassionate eyes to accompany. “My apologies, dear.”

“Nngh! Nn… no…” he whined, words slurred and cracked as he wrenched his head away from their fingertips.

The attempt proved futile with him quite literally backed into a corner, stuck cramped between elegant antique dressers, proving it easy for their hands to continue their way intertwining between curls. “It’s alright, sweet. You’re alright.”

He jerked his sore, heavy head to hit the wall behind him, much lighter than he had meant to with his muscles so hard to control. “Nooo… noooo…!”

“Shh… I’m not going to hurt you, remember? There’s no need to be afraid of Master.”

Right. Right. That’s what they told him, what they beat into the walls of his mind for whoever long he’d been with them. He couldn’t remember anymore. So why didn’t it feel right? Why did his still chest tense up every dusk he awoke in the bed seated upon the floor beside them? 

“Goodness, I’m so sorry I’ve been so harsh on your adorable little head.” Their palm slipped over his cheek, sending his jaw falling slack. “Everything’s okay, love, it’s alright. I’ll be gentle, see? No more conditioning for tonight, okay? You’ve done so very well for me… you deserve a nice break.”

They gestured their way. “C’mere, baby.”

He groaned again in protest, before Adrastus grabbed his wrist and gently tugged him out of his corner. Unable to refuse, he let them pull him to their side.

With a voice low and deep, the vampire began soothing him as he pathetically whimpered and sniveled. “You’re okay, love. Everything is okay. You’re safe, and you’re loved, and you’re cared for by your master.” Swiftly subduing him, they pressed both palms to Malak’s supple back, whispering directly to his open ear.

“You trust Master right?” No. No he didn’t. But… “You trust Master. Master loves you. They would never hurt you, you believe me… don’t you?”

Did he? Their words were flipping about in his mind, creeping into each crack and crevice, starting to make sense. Starting to convince him they were right. That their words were true and genuine from the heart. The confusion was settling to acceptance, Malak providing the faintest of a nod as they spoke.

“Wonderful, just wonderful. You’re such a good boy, Malak. Master is so lucky to have you.” A pleasant sensation stirred in his mind, warmth spreading into the start of a smile. Lucky? They were luck to have him? No one had ever told him that before.

Their fingers stroked up and down his spine, nails ever so slightly tickling his skin, an action that served for the slightest of a gasp from his lips and the tiniest wriggle of his abdomen. Adrastus huffed a light chuckle.

“See, dear? Isn’t this nice? This is what Master wants. For you to feel all those little cotton candy clouds that dance around your head. For you to feel such a magical way all the time. Wouldn’t that be just magnificent?”

He groaned a yes, easy to agree with whatever incoherent words licked his ears. Adrastus trailed their fingers from his back around to his forehead, pressing their fingers to his tender temples and beginning mind melting circular motions. 

They were still speaking. Weren’t they? Malak’s vision and hearing turned blurry, fuzzing as an overwhelming sense of calm overtook him. A sense he eagerly gave in to.

It okay to give in then. To let go. He’d learned. It was going to happen wether he liked it or not, and he didn’t mind. His master only wanted what was best. They were helping him, not hurting.

He needed them.

“It’s okay, It’s okay. Everything is okay. Master will take care of you. You can relax.”

He sighed a deep breath of relief. Relax. He could relax. For the first time in forever, Malak could relax.

Ever so carefully, as their nimble fingertips continued their movement around and around his temples, Malak slumped onto his back, head resting in the vampire’s lap. With full lips parted and eyelids fluttering to a close, Adrastus continued their methods of relaxation until his body was like putty sloshing about in their hands.

“Goodnight, sweet. Master loves you.”

They leaned down, right above his drifting off frame.

“And you love Master.”

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[babylovepresley]

okay first one

e.p taking care of you when your sick

and I’m thinking like a migraine where you just have to kinda wait it out… poor little bby man would be like ah 🥺 “sweetheart, I know you’re hurting..”

or even just like reverse the roles him being sick and just wanting you there constantly. Then being like no, I don’t want to get you sick. Then where are you going I want you

emmy darling this is so adorable! domestic!elvis is my weakness, and i’m currently coming down with a cold so this’ll be extra fluffy <3

tw: slight age gap (reader is 20)

“ ya okay pumpkin?” he calls out from the dining room, with a craned neck and falling smile

it’s poker night for elvis & the mafia, and by poker night i mean it’s nearing 1am and they are still scream-talking like it’s light out

after sitting on elvis’ lap for a couple rounds and then attempting one yourself, the buzzing headache lingering in the back of your brain had moved to put pressure on your eyes. a scratchy throat also emerged, followed by little sneezes throughout; whatever cold you had was coming in and coming in fast

“i’m okay e, ‘m just not feeling too well” you whimper out, trying not to cry on the couch in front of your boyfriend and all his buddies. you can’t help it, when you’re sick you cry; and getting babied never hurt anybody….

the scraping chair causes your eyes to flutter open, slightly bothered by the bright neon lights shining above you. the boys have seemed to stop talking, or at least whisper, and you hear them packing up their things & leaving one by one with a “g’night ep! bye y/n, hope ya feel better” in some variation

you look to the right of you, and here comes elvis, strutting over and leaning down onto his knees beside you with a small crack and an “aw fuck!”

“honey .. ya got any room up there? i just fucked up my knees” he’s joking of course but he’ll do anything to make you laugh; even if it means poking fun at himself; your older man

you giggle softly, always happy to see him smile but even that hurts your head, and so you start to sniffle and slowly cry

“aw baby whas’ the matter?” elvis coos, reaching out to hold you close, holding your head to his neck. you rest there, just letting him hold you as you sniffle little tears from feeling so restless in your oncoming cold

“m-my head hurts and and my throat hurts and i i can’t stop sneezing” you manage to get out through tears…. and being squished between his shoulder and neck…

“oh well ‘m sorry honey, lemme help you ‘kay? do you wanna go up to bed or stay down here tonight baby?” you nod at the idea of staying on the couch; anything to not move right now. he starts to stand up moving to the wall to slowly bring the lights down; no trace of light besides the lawn lights softly peering in through the window

elvis returns to your side once again kneeling beside you and resting his arms on the couch, gazing over at you while softly twirling your hair “there… ‘s that better baby?”

again you nod, feeling yourself get sleepy, but never able to get there because of the pounding headache. you sneeze; a pitiful little sound, and try to get comfy under elvis’ watchful gaze

when you look up at him, he’s got the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. all sad because he hates seeing you sick, but happy cause he wants to take care of you.

“alright lil mama here’s what we’re gonna do, i’m gonna go getcha some water and your p’jamas and you’re gonna stay there all cute and still-like, okay sweetpea?” you nod, your throat hurts too much to respond

your eyes close as you hear his footsteps traveling all around the house, when they eventually land back in front of you.

he’s got his pajamas on, and he brought down your matching ones (he loves to match with his pretty girl, what can he say?)

“okay honey sit up, c’mon” he instructs while pulling your dress and clothing off to put those warm silk pjs on; had he placed them in the dryer?

there’s nothing sexual about it, just a man loving and wanting to take care of the woman he shares his life with. these little bits of intimacy come so often with elvis; hand holding, lap sitting and head kisses are his favorites

“e, i love you thank you” you scratch out, voice hoarse as he hands you a cup of water to drink from

“shhhhh… i love you too angel, but no more talkin’ okay? go on getcha rest” as he moves his hands up to your temples, softly rubbing them and relieving all tension in your head

you fall asleep like this, holding his forearm that rubs sweet circles into your temples, him staring up at you like a goddess covered in moonlight before he eventually falls asleep, still on the floor, still as close as he can be to his “sick lil baby”(he affectionately calls you this the next morning)

[zombryz]

can i please req a broly/reader smut of how you hc he’s like in bed 🕵️‍♀️ tyy

Hello anon! Thank you for this request, I am also a Broly lover <3 He is BABY (daddy) LOL

Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ^.^ 

Warnings: 18+ smut/lemon below *Please do not continue if you are under 18*

Broly HC’s - How I imagine he would be like in bed (for his first time hehe) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

*Broly can never come out and tell you how he feels about you. He secretly hopes that you can read his mind… although, if you were to read his mind, he would have to try to conceal his dirty thoughts. Like how he wants to ruthlessly pound into you while suppressing your whimpers with his rough kisses.

*You know that he is a gentle giant. You feel the need to take care of him, when he is wounded you patch him up. He doesn’t touch you unless you initiate it, poor baby doesn’t know the first thing about intimacy. When you caress him with sweet intentions his body explodes in a million little fireworks. He will stare back into your eyes with curiosity and admiration. He cannot express his emotions but he would bow down to you, worship you if you’d let him

*Broly also has a size kink. Everyone is tiny compared to him and he LOVES how both of your hands fit into his. He constantly imagines using you as his own hand and little does he know… you’d let him.

*The first time that you kissed, he grabbed the back of your neck and harshly pressed his lips against yours. He had waited so long to have you like this. He couldn’t get enough, he couldn’t help himself. The moment you pulled away slightly with a groan warning him that he had been too rough, he stopped. Even though all he wanted was to destroy you, he respected you deeply. “It’s okay, slower..slower…” you would say to him, hoping he understood what you meant. He leaned in once more, eyes heavy with lust and maybe even a hint of love. He kissed you passionately and laid you down on the cold cave floor, only you and the fire flickering in the background. He kissed down your neck, down your chest, leaving a trail of chills in their absence. All he wanted to do was rip your clothes off but didn’t know how you would react. He chose to be patient. He didn’t want to scare you… but as if you were able to read his thoughts, you grabbed his face and started kissing him harder, insisting that rough was okay now. That was all the confirmation he needed.

*That same night Broly fucked you. I mean FUCKED you. Like you have never been fucked before. He tore your clothes off of your body leaving you bare and cold on the cave floor. The sensation made your nipples hard and you were practically begging him to be inside you. He stared at your naked body in awe, making your face flush. You felt so small beneath him… You were melting at the attention that he was giving you. Not a second longer and he dipped his finger inside of you, causing you to yelp in pleasure. Broly tilted his head like a confused dog at the noise you made but his smile suggested he was into it. He continued to finger you just because he liked how velvety your walls were. You weren’t complaining either, his hands were so big that one finger was enough. This would be the first time he had ever done something like this. He was so used to aggressively using his hand and there you were such a pretty thing lying under him, ready for him. Once he got an inkling of what his instincts were trying to tell him, he pulled his pants down, positioning himself, and slid into you. He didn’t give you time to adjust which made you yelp once more. You thought his finger was big??? Yeah, well guess what is even bigger. As pretty as your moans were, he wanted to use your mouth. He kissed you roughly while he started fucking into you. He bit at your lips, even drawing blood but you loved it. He then laid his head on your chest so he could hug you tightly while fucking into you. His eyes closed and his brows clenched together in pleasure. You felt so good gripping him like that, he wasn’t going to last much longer. His rhythm was sloppy but you didn’t mind being used like this.

*Annnndddd Broly came inside you the first time. He didn’t know :\ you explained to him after that that would have resulted in a child and he looked at you questioning why that would be such a bad thing

*Does Broly also have a breeding kink…. hmmmm… Maybe?

*You two take your time learning each other's bodies.. Broly wants you. Wants all of you. He wants to have you strung up and at his disposal.. But he also loves you, although he's not sure if you love him. You’ll both eventually figure that out. Especially when the other saiyans come around and Broly gets extremely protective.

[safetycar-restart]

shels i really hope you have a nice christmas and new year despite the problems with your family, you really deserve it and i hope you get some actual rest for the holidays :))

also i have come back from the dead given the fact that it's the weekend and i finished my exams (apart from the fact that i've been so uninspired lately), so! charles! he's been looking so cute and sweet lately and he's been running around my little mind 24/7!!!

charles is a lip biter, and bites his lip constantly whether you're fucking him or cuddling with him so i just can't get the image of putting chapstick on his lips for him 😭

“come on baby, you’re taking me so well. taking mommy’s cock so well,” you’re pounding into charles from behind, whispering in his ear as he fucks his cock into your fist.

he’s quickly losing his though, nearly succumbing to the pleasure you’re giving him. his tongue has been running over hips lips for the past few minutes, wetting them enough so he can talk.

your wrist of the hand on his cock twists so your palm hovers above his tip, making it hit your hand with every thrust. charles' teeth dig into his bottom lip for the hundredth time that night, as he tries to stop himself from cumming.

using the hand not on his cock, you wrap your fingers into his hair, and tug it enough that his head lolls backwards. from this angle you two can make eye contact, and you nearly cum from the sight of your baby’s fucked out eyes.

he whimpers when he sees you, and you lean down to kiss his rough lips. he’s been biting them so much, the skin has become dry and chapped. you whisper against his lips, “you’re doing so well baby, so well. why don’t you fuck mommy’s fist until you cum?”

charles lets out a whine, and nods. you latch your mouth into his shoulder, kissing, licking, and sucking any patch of skin you can reach, while charles' head drops down again, focusing on the way your hand looks around his cock.

within a few thrusts, he’s cumming all over the towel you laid out before hand. charles is squirming into the strap on, moaning out small cries of “mommy!” when you continue your thrusts and pumps to guide him through his orgasm.

“you did so good, baby, my good boy,” you curl up in bed beside him, handing him the glass of water you prepared on the bedside table.

when he comes down from his high, you slowly pull out, massaging his thighs to calm him down when he hisses in pain. you make quick work to put the strap on to clean later, and to grab the towel, leaving the sheets spotless.

he gratefully sips on the cold water, and you can see how chapped and red his lips are. “oh baby, come here, i’ll put some chapstick on you.”

you reach over to dig through your bedside table drawers to grab your chapstick tube. turning back to him, you see he’s finished his water, and it looking at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“alright, pucker up buttercup,” you joke. he smiles, and puckers his lips enough to allow you to apply the strawberry-smelling chapstick.

“rub your lips together,” you instruct. he does, and sends you a little smile. you chuckle and toss the chapstick away, throwing the covers on top of the both of you, and kissing his head to help him fall asleep.

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OH MY GOD 📓 IS BACK FROM THE WAR!! EVERYONE REJOICE BECAUSE FINALLY 📓 HAS RETURNED TO US. This ask is so fucking goos I am obsessed and well done on finishing your exams, I'm sure you did amazing :))

So firstly, Charles loses his little mind when you fuck him from behind. It's always such an intense position for him, making him feel you so deep and hard. He falls so deep whenever you fuck him like that, head all fuzzy from how good his mommy is fucking him.

He can't help biting his lips, he really cant!! You used to try to tell him to stop doing it during scenes, because you knew his lips would be all chapped and sore afterwards, but he gets so upset when you tell him to stop because he can't help it and then he thinks he's being a bad boy.

So now you just let him, internally cringing when you see how chapped his lips are, how your sweet little baby needs to wipe his tongue over his lips just to be able to talk. But you know that he's being fucked so hard that he can't feel any pain from his lips at the moment.

His eyes are glazed and unfocused when you tug him back by his hair, completely fucked out and not able to focus on anything besides how incredibly good he's feeling. You just to have kiss his lips then, because he looks so good.

The poor thing cant even kiss you back properly, can just open his lips and let you do whatever you want, he's yours to play with.

He's so thankful when you give him permission to fuck into your hand, because he was getting so close to not being able to stop himself from doing that. He can feel you everywhere, your hand around his cock, your other hand in his hair, your strap in his ass, your body resting over his back, your breath on his shoulder. He stands no chance at lasting, cums after just a few more seconds.

He just sobs and whines "mommy..." over and over again, so overwhelmed by pleasure that he cant do anything else. You guide him through it, making sure your sweet boy has the best orgasm possible.

He collapses against you the moment his orgasm ends, leaning back and letting all his body weight rest against you because he knows that you will catch him.

You gently lower him onto the clean side of the bed, quickly getting rid of the strap and the towel on the bed so that you can get on the bed and give your good boy cuddles.

You praise him over and over, pulling him into your arms and letting him suckle on your fingers to help him calm down. He lets out little whines and hums with your fingers in his mouth, clinging to you because he just got fucked SO hard and now he needs to be looked after.

I think you have to hold the glass of water for him? You have a straw in the glass for him to suck on, but you have to hold the actual glass itself. Not only because Charles's hands are not steady enough to hold a glass yet, but also because he just got wrecked and now he needs you to look after him.

That's when you see his lips are all red and chapped. You want to get some chapstick on him immediately, but you dont because he's so sensitive at the moment and youre worried that he might react badly if you suddenly took his glass of water away.

So you want until he drinks over half of the glass, praising him and stroking his hair until he's had his full and pulls away from the straw.

Then you lean over to grab the chapstick, and he giggles so cutely when you ask him to pucker his lips. He loves when you put chapstick on him!! In fact, you often do it outside of aftercare too?

Charles loves it so much, letting you put the chapstick on and then rubbing his lips together and darting up to give you a kiss to prove that his lips are all soft before settling for a nap.

You'll give him a bath and some snacks in about an hour, but first he needs to have a nap in your arms.

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Iron God Chapter 38 [Xigon]

CW: Drug use, abuse, violence

    What pure flowers grew here once, before I knew the bones beneath.

Xigon only half-registered that he was reading the same sentence over and over again. The words unraveled into meaningless letters, and the letters became meaningless shapes on the page. With a sigh, he closed the book and leaned his head into his hands. He felt lightheaded. Nothing felt entirely real, as if he were in some lawless otherworld.

    He'd never dreamed, not once in his life. Was this what a dream was like?

you stole something precious

He jolted in his chair. The voice hadn't come from any direction he could discern. But he'd been hearing it for weeks now.

stole from me

proud of you

    Kaosaan kept going on about that. How he'd stolen something or how proud she was. He had no idea why. The Destroyer usually left him alone unless he was torpid. Then she'd constantly be whispering in his ears, trying to share her secrets with him. It took everything to tune her out.

    Kaosaan's wisdom was infinite, as was her hope. Something she knew compelled her to lay waste to reality. Xigon didn't want to know whatever it was. He feared what he'd become if he listened to her long enough.

"Please, Kaosaan," he whispered. "Spare me your curse."

blessing

A dark blotch floated across his vision. Xigon lifted his goggles up and rubbed his eyes. They stung as if they'd filled with smoke. Then a sharp pain spiked through his chest, so intense he nearly fell out of his wheelchair.

Ignoring Kaosaan, he put his goggles back on and searched around for his next dose of painkillers. He knew by now it wouldn't help — not with this specific pain — but he needed to feel in control of at least one small thing.

    Xigon found one vial of the dark amber liquid in his desk drawer, nestled among a growing collection of empty vials. His fingers trembled as he uncorked the medicine and brought it to his mouth. The bitter elixir was like honey on his tongue, every drop precious. He downed the entire dose in a second, then leaned his head back and waited for that blessed relief. He waited and waited, his eyes stinging with barely-contained tears.

The relief came slowly but surely, dulling the ever-present pain in his body enough that his mind could work with clarity. Tension swept away in waves. He closed his eyes and shivered. When the pain in his chest remained – though he had fully expected it to – a sense of betrayal filled him. He'd partaken in this sacred ritual day after day for years and years, ever since...

Ever since that day he had tried to rid himself of Qila's oppressive shadow.

How could it fail him now?

_________

[the day she claims to regret]

    Xigon knelt silent before Master Qila. Two dead armies surrounded them. He looked up at her with the thousand-yard stare of a man who'd crossed a horizon of no return. She smiled down at him. "Very good, Xigon." A wrinkled hand moved to caress his cheek. "Well done. The conflict here is finished now, thanks to you."

    He leaned ever so slightly into the warmth of her palm. Well done. Very good. Why did he crave her praise so much? Just how many lives would he take for her if it meant he'd hear those sweet words one more time?

    Qila's hand moved down to his shoulder. "I'm so proud of you."

    For a blissful instant, the warmth of her validation swept his qualms away. But only for an instant. Xigon clenched his jaw and locked eyes with his master.

    Her smile disappeared. "What's wrong?"

    He looked back down, his skin prickling with cold sweat. Then his eyes wandered around the field of corpses. Lifeless flesh. Filth. And here he was, the hunting dog, whimpering for another pat while the master feasted. His head pounded. Everything blurred.

    Was this his fate? To be Qila's weapon forever? Wiping out any who stood between her and her beloved god who brought him nothing?

    No. Xigon couldn't accept that. He glared back at Qila. His eyes flared red and then violet.

    She gripped his shoulder tighter. "What are you doing?"

    He swatted her hand away as he stood, towering over her. He snatched her in a chokehold easily as if she were a puppet, then pulled her up to glare right into her wide, panicked eyes. She clutched feebly at his hand. He only tightened his grip the more she struggled.

    The terror on her face delighted him.

    He watched her skin turn ashen as he strangled her. For whatever reason, she didn't fight back. Xigon found himself the smallest bit disappointed as she went limp. He'd somehow expected more from the hag whose shadow had hung over his head for so long.

    Her hand dropped from his. Xigon slammed her to the bloodied ground. Then her eyes flashed violet. His heart skipped a beat. She was still alive.

    Her colossal antlered shadow spread across the ground and then rose to loom over them both. Qila herself stood on shaky legs and raised her arm to direct the apparition.

Xigon tackled her back down. The apparition vanished abruptly. They rolled over corpses. Qila squirmed and screamed, then went silent as he stopped her breathing. Then her movement. Then her pulse.

Soon only her eyes remained, wide with horror as he shut her body down bit by bit. He pressed her down into the cold mud and watched that light ebb away. He could have killed her by now, but he wanted to watch her suffer just a while longer. Surely if anyone deserved it, it was Qila.

Her eyes dulled, then rolled upwards, then...

    "Be at peace, Xigon."

    Qila's eyes flared a new shade of violet. Her hand darted up and snatched him by his coat. The world flashed impossibly bright. White-hot agony. He heard two voices scream.

    The world swam back into view, but everything was blurry. His head felt full of cold sand. Harsh ringing filled his ears. His body – what little was left of it – was heavier than the whole earth. Xigon couldn't see well enough to be certain, but it seemed like a huge part of him was gone. He closed his eyes, desperate to protect himself as long as possible.

    He tried to crawl away, but there were no legs to move. So he simply lay there, breathing in short panicked gasps as his blood saturated the soil.

    Qila grabbed whatever was left of him. Her forehead pressed against his. Her tears dripped onto his cold face as he finally stopped breathing and surrendered to torpor.

    It would be the longest, most excruciating torpor of his life.

    For seven months Kaosaan would whisper in his ears, and he'd have only his nemesis's loving arms to ground him. He went straight back to needing her.

    So much for standing on his own.

_________

[the night he claims not to regret]

    you stole

The first time he heard those words from Kaosaan was soon after they'd returned to the stronghold, following Kolo's second ascension. It must have been early morning, judging by Yayaba's singing out on the ledges. On any other morning, Xigon might have teased her. Are you a lightningfisher or an itty-bitty songbird? And she might have sneered at him.

    Instead, Xigon worked silently in the dim orange light of his lantern's last sputters, preparing his enemy for the final rest. With a damp rag, he wiped the drying blood from Haode's chin. If Xigon could erase even a tiny bit of the killing's violence, it would be easier on the boys, he hoped.

    proud

He then bound the wound in dark cloth so Dakko and Ido wouldn't have to see it.

    so proud of you

_________

    Xigon's eyes snapped open with a start.

    The pain in his chest was so extreme he nearly cried. Not only that, but he also felt as if he were suffocating. He rapidly found himself hyperventilating as he woke up. A bright, blotchy aura blocked out half his vision. He heard himself gasp for air.

    Exactly like...no. What was he thinking?

    stole from me

Xigon's hand went to the spot where the pain was most concentrated. It wasn't the strongest at his heart, but a few inches off. As he realized the significance of that spot, a pit formed in his stomach. It was where he'd stabbed –

    Just what had he stolen?

    proud

Xigon's eyes widened. His heart pounded faster. Pins and needles crawled down his spine. This couldn't be happening. How could it be?

    Kaosaan had been trying for ages to teach him her ways, and for ages he'd denied her. He should have known there was only so long before her wisdom started seeping through the cracks. He wasn't simply breaking down, no – some horrid metamorphosis had begun.

    All the torment should have ended when Kaosaan consumed Haode's soul, as she consumed all the dead. But of course it hadn't, because Kaosaan hadn't taken him.

    Xigon had.

    For the first time in possibly his entire life, he let out a bloodcurdling scream. Then he doubled over and vomited blackish fluid that still carried the hint of painkillers.

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He would always have a small fixation on you - as if he were a puppy dog and you were the owner. He would keep his eyes on you, not eye - singular. Eyes. Both of them, all the time. Making sure you are safe and not doing anything wrong.

He would grab your shoulder as you walk out of wherever your job is, chatting with you as you two desperately want to get home. Talking to you whenever he can and knowing more about you. He would ask what you're gunna do when you're out, nodding at your replies

“Need someone to walk you to your car?” "Wouldn't want a pretty lass like you alone in the dark."

He would grin after that, making your blood rush red and your lips tugging into a smile.

After you two got together it was like a dream and you were the princess, or a kitten? Couldn't tell. 

His touches were angelic with a slight evil to them, the gentle yet rough hands fiddling with your hair after your shower together. 

“Bonnie! Stop moving!" he chuckles when you squirm from being sat down too long.

Loves small relationships and long ones. Hes that kind of guy who doesn't care as long as both of you two are happy. If you wanted just 4 months and then you two break up - that was fine. If you wanted marriage? Kids? Also fine. Anything and everything for you

I feel like he would've met you somewhere not at his work. He doesn't mix romance and his job, two separate lives. He would've met you at like a cafe or a bookshop! (that you work at) The book ghost had been wanting for a while, pounded onto the desk in front of you, ready to be bought.

“Just this, please lass” his cheeky, toothy grin could make your knees weak.

♡ nsfw

It wasn't long until you two started flirting, not subtly though. Stuff like straight up asking if you're single, or chatting about how fucking pretty you are. 

The first time between you two would be thought out, prepared. He was all about making sure you were safe and comfortable. So if you weren't during sex? What the fuck was wrong with him? He would be in the middle. You wouldn't say he was rough but also wouldn't say he's gentle. As if you were Goldilocks - he was just right. "go

"Good god" he would moan the first time your pussy wrapped around him

TALKING!!!!

mf would chat so so much, constantly talking about how you feel, about how he feels, about what hes gunna do, about how you look and sound. So so chatty! Maybe you should gag him so he finally shuts up.

Switch, will die on this hill. Loves taking and giving. Loves your head bobbing below him, you edging him with a small dildo in his ass - not allowing him to come or he cannot fuck you or you won't fuck him.

puppeyyyyy kink. Whining, whimpering and growling in bed. Mewling at how good you feel. Collars around his neck with a chain in your hand, or the other way around. Either way he loves it. He loves treating you like a pup and loves being treated like a mutt!!

Prefers ass, loves the round shape and how tight your hole is. Unused and unfucked, not for long. He loves lying on your bum, he also loves slapping it when you get out of hand.

"your so tight! god how didnt I fuck here sooner"

I know I said he would've prepared everything but trust me he did! After the first date, so didn't give you long to think it out. He thought it out though, before you two even talked. He always fucks on the first date, why would you be the exception?

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○◇ BTS as Subs ◇○

Hey fools, this is how I view the BTS members as subs so enjoy. Warning, English is not my first language so bare with me. NOT PROOFREAD

(Gif credits to @sugajimin)

Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamics, litterally just read the title.

Pairings: BTS x Reader

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Namjoon

This man- THIS MAN IS THE BIGGEST SUB EVER AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE

Def the type to have a size kink

He's normally such a big dude that in reality, he just wants to feel small in the hands of his dom

LOVES when his dom makes him beg

"Want mummy/daddys cock? Beg for it."

I feel like he is the type to love getting his hair pulled

Def has a mummy/daddy kink

Probably an age kink

Wants an older partner to order him around

Voyeurism is a must for him

Make him finger himself while you watch, forcing him to come undone without your help

Loves being pegged

I feel like he would be a bit of a tease but not bratty

Just the occasional pinch of your ass when passing by

Loves getting praise too much to be a brat

But also slight degrading in a praising way? Is that makes sense?

Like "Look who's a good little slut for mummy/daddy"

Order him to hump a pillow or plushie and he will eat out of your hand

Joon seems like the type to want to hump things like a dog

Make him hump your leg while on a video call, the thought of getting caught turns him on so much oml

Mirror sex with him, make him look at himself as you fuck him/jack him off

He is for sure into public sexual acts

Like, make him walk around with a vibrator you can control with a remote in his ass, he will be silently pleading for you to turn it down

Pull him aside into a bathroom stall, leaving the door unlocked so anyone could walk in while you fuck him, however you want

He will def secretly wear a butt plug when going out just in case you decide to pull him aside

10/10 would recommended

Seokjin

Brat. Brat. Brat. Did I mention brat? Brat.

He will talk back, he will constantly tease you, he will be the biggest brat ever.

He is the sassiest boy ever

Attention whore to the max

He will bug you non stop until you give him attention, no matter what you're doing

Important meeting for work? He's by your side, poking your shoulder.

Solution? Tie him up

Make sure to gag him too otherwise he'll never shut up

Noona/Hyung kink for sure

This boy wants to be fucked good and hard. Show no mercy

He'll constantly be talking back during sex to make sure you go to your hardest

"Are y-you ev-en try-ing?"

"At le-ast put som-some ef-fort in-to i-it-"

Loud af when you fuck him

Will scream your name as loud as he can so everyone knows who's fucking him that good

And when he cums? Oh lord...

Many noise complaints from the other members and neighbors

There are times when he does want to have soft and loving sex

You'll know when that's the case

He'll be good for once and help you with anything

Praise him when this happens

It rarely happens but when it does, be soft and gentle with him

This usually happens when he is having a bad time in his life/is deep in subspace

Aftercare with the rough sex is just him whining about how you could've gone harder

However

Aftercare with soft sex, run a bubble bath and let him suck your fingers

Gets really childish when in a deep subspace

Always has a plushie with him wherever he goes, giggly about everything

Dino nuggies is always a must with him in subspace

Will ask you to make them for him after a bubble bath

Feed them to him, he loves it

J-Hope

He loves any type of sex but loves slightly rough sex

He loves it when you pound into him while he lays on his back, his head buried in pillows and plushies

He's pretty quiet in bed, he just mainly whimpers a lot and let's out some soft whines

When he orgasms, he will let put the occasional moan

Cries when getting pleasure

Tears will fall but it's not a bad thing, it just means you're doing great

Loves it when you interlock your fingers together while you ride him

Like, he's laying in his back with his head in the crook of your neck and his hands on either side of his head, your fingers laced together while you kiss his shoulder

Praise this man, he lives for it

Like it when you give him a hand job and make him lick up his mess off your fingers

Will suck your nipples when falling asleep

Aftercare is just cuddling after cleaning him up

Get him candy for when he's in subspace, will squeal and clap his hands together happily

Oh yeah, and Sprite

Love baking with you

Cracking the eggs is his job, and his job only

Will pout if you don't let him do it

He will almost never eat unless you feed him

Loves being a little spoon

HICKEYS! Give him hickeys as a reward for anything

He loves the way it feels and loves being marked up by you

Cockwarming is something he desires

Especially in subspace

He will straddle your lap and rest his head on your shoulder with your cock/strap buried inside him, his arms wrapped around your neck loosely as he just closes his eyes and relax

The amount of times you've almost been caught by the other boys constantly rises

Hobi can't help it, it's his comfort

Loves it when you run your fingers through his hair and gently scratch his scalp

He loves loves, LOVES it when you give him oral

It's his second favorite sexual activity

First being cockwarming, of course

Will steal your hoodies

Jungkook

Nervous baby

He is the type to be extremely self-conscious about being a sub

So praise is a need for him

When in subspace, he loves resting his head on your shoulder and breathing in your scent

Like Namjoon, he loves mirror sex

He is embarrassed during it, but he loves seeing your hand hold open his legs while pumping his cock slowly in your other hand

Isn't into pet play, but loves it when you call him bunny

When in subspace, he will walk around the dorm in your hoodie and briefs while holding his favorite plushie

Get him plushies, he loves them

Goes crazy if you're taller then him

Use your size to dominant him if you can, he loves feeling small

Lay him down on his stomach and straddle his waist and massage his shoulders and back, he loves it

Loves it when you're both laying on your sides, you fucking him from behind

Loves it if you wake him up like that

Cnc hello

Loves giving oral

He just loves being on his knees in front of you

It doesn't even have to be sexual, he will just kneel in front of you, chin resting on your knee while you run your fingers through his hair

Sitting on your lap is a must

Reverse cowgirl is one of his favs

Him just desperately gripping at your calves while he rides you

He's pretty quiet during sex

Letting out breathy moans and whimpers

Acts like he hates edging but secretly loves it

Slight overstimulation is a must

Making him cum four to five times is a yes

His hips jolt a lot when cumming, tiny whimpers leaving his mouth

Loves riding in general

Whether you're riding him or he's riding you

Will wrap his arms around your neck when he rises you, buring his head in your neck

Love making is his favorite

Likes the occasional rough sex when having a bad day

When that happens, bend him over a counter/table and fuck him quick and rough

Wrap your hand around his throat, but don't squeeze too much

He likes the feeling on your hand around his throat, just not the lack of ability to breath

Taehyung

Puppy

Pet play

Get this boy a collar with his name on the tag and a leash to go with it

Fav position; doggy style

When fucking him, tug at the leash

He's loud but not Seokjin loud

Not ashamed to hide his sounds

Groans a lot

Just- his deep voice groaning out in pleasure has me- 😫

Master/Mistress kink

He will bite your shoulder while you fuck him, not caring if he draws blood

You don't mind though

He absolutely LOVES sucking your cock/strap before you fuck him

He will look up at you with fake innocence in his eyes as he bovs his head up and down on your cock

Fuck his face until he's gagging so much he's desperate for air with tears streaming down his face

Choke him

Pin him against the wall and wrap your hand around his throat, it will make him hard in an instant

He is a brat sometimes just so you'll spank him

Or he'll just beg for you to spank him

His favorite thing for you to do to him? Make him crawl on his hands and knees with the collar on and the leash in your hand all day when walking around the dorm

Oh my god, this man loves it when someone walks in on him getting railed

He will make eye contact with said person and just smirk at them as he continues to groan loudly

He has definitely tried to convince you to get someone to watch you two

He is probably the type to have a Twitter account with videos of him getting fucked by you (with your permission of course) but it never shows your faces

Big in somnophilia

Loves when he wakes up to his wrists and feet being bound while you press a vibrator to his cock

Blindfold him, sensory deprivation is one of his favorites

Loves the feeling of you being on top of him

He will just randomly start humping your leg

It's just what he does

On the phone with your mum? Taehyung doesn't care, he'll just get on the floor and start going to town

Pull his hair while he rides you and he will cum right then and there

He can go as many rounds as you need, do what you want

Loves being manhandled

Hold his wrists together and pin them above his head while kissing his neck

Even with all that, when he goes into subspace, treat him gently

Big in cuddles while in subspace

Loves being a little spoon or curled up against your chest

Sucking your fingers or nipples makes him giddy

Very rarely in subspace, he will want gentle sex

His favorite position in subspace, is him laying flat on his stomach while you fuck him gently from behind while laying on top of him, interlacing your fingers with his next to his head while he turns his head to the side, letting out small groans and moans

I feel like Taehyung is they type to have a plushie of Tata that he cuddles with as well while you cuddle

Has a natural pout when in subspace

He loves doing laundry with you while in subspace

You don't get it but it's what he likes so you don't mind

I'll shut up about him now

Jimin

Needy boy

Very whiny

Definition of 🥺

"Jimin, I'm working. I can't cuddle with you right now." "But 🥺🥺🥺🥺."

Pouts when he doesn't get his way

Giggly when he does

Loves getting hickes, makes him giggle and just very happy

I see Jimin as the type to get horny from a raise of your eyebrow or just you looking him up and down

Will act bratty but one look from you will have him quiet

"Jimin, can you pass me the milk?"

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe you should get it yourself."

The 🤨 look will shut him up quick

Spanking

Pin him against the wall and spank him

Loves it when you use the whip on him

Pain slut to a limit

Spanking, biting, hair pulling, and scratching is the limit

Loves being pinned to something

Anything

Table, counter, wall, bed

Anything

Bondage is a yes

Blindfold him

He has a chastity cage on a lot

He gets turned on so easily, it has to be that way

Subspace just consists of him watching SpongeBob or Scooby-Doo with you while cuddling on the couch or dancing to the groups songs

Make him mac n cheese and he will clap happily

Your lap is his designated seat

Loves it when you pinch his cheeks

Kiss and boop his nose to get him all blushy

Sweater paws

He always hides behind them when getting flustered

Mummy/Daddy kink

Yoongi

BABY

So shy

Gets flustered easily

Becomes a stuttering mess when you compliment him

"You look really nice today, love."

*blushing mess* "Th-thank you, noona/hyung."

He just like the soft and gentle love making sex

Likes giving pleasure more then receiving

A bit picky when it comes to the sexual activity

Not super into ass play, but he won't say no

He is SO shy during sex

Embarrassed to let out any noise

Embarrassed to get naked

Afraid you'll judge him even though he knows you won't

Praise is a necessity for him

Tell him how much you love him, his body, his mind, his everything

Hand holding is something he adores

A simple gesture that means so much to him

Always be holding his hand, it means so much to him

He is good boy, so tell him

Whisper it in his ear when you have sex and he will melt

Tell him how beautiful his body is

Tell him he doesn't need to hide himself around you

It will take a while for him to open up fully, but when he does, it's magical

The sounds he makes during sex are beautiful

Nothing like the cheesy porno moans

No, they're so soft and gentle. Just small whimpers of your name that leaves him with pink cheeks

He loves taking baths together, feeling you wrap your arms around his chest while kissing the side of his neck, whispering to him about how wonderful he did and how beautiful he is

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[undead-merman]

Can I please request some bunny! Satan nsfw with a gn reader?

Thank you for all your works, I love reading them all!

Thanks. Someone else asked for the rest so here.

🐰Yandere Bunny Mammon, Leviathan, and Satan🐰 Mating Season GN - Reader NSFW

(Contains: Breeding Kink)

Mammon

Before Mating Season

Mammon is normally very unprepared for his Rut only ever noticing when it’s a day away or just as it starts. But now that you’re there he’s overprepared, much to his dismay, as his brothers tease him for it. Dozens of different kinds of healthy snacks, mineral waters, even creams for sores. He just wants to impress you even in ways like this.

He gets more moody than normal, getting angrier and more jealous of you. Yelling at anyone who even looks at you all while pulling you closer and shoving his face into you and guiding you away. He’s also extremely touchy, grabbing you playfully, smacking your ass, or even teasing your sex before backing away red faced, realizing what he did.

He’s much more forward asking you on dates and pulling you around or forcing himself into your room to spend time with you. He simply won’t leave you alone and anytime you wander off he whines and complains and practically throws himself at you. He simply monopolizes all of your time.

He steals a lot of your clothes and belongings and hides them in his room. When you need them he presents them to you with a wagging tail more like a dog than a rabbit telling you he got it for you so you don’t have to go far and push it onto you. He likes to keep one of your pillows in his hoard and hump into it while pretending it's you. He's scared to lose himself to his rut and doing something embarrassing or hurt you in some way. He thrusts into the pillow trying to elevate his building sexual frustration but it only gets him more worked up and craving you even more.

During Mating Season

When his Rut is a day or two away he gets far more aggressive with others looking at you then ever before and will drag you away and keep you locked up with him so your attention is only on him. He’ll just hold you, unwilling to let go. He nuzzles into your neck but slowly moves to more intimate spots, too lost in the feeling of you to realize his actions. He’s just begging you to love him and adore him, muttering in your skin with his eyes closed. His ears are shaking and tail is straight up.

His Rut hits him like a truck and he's all over you, placing open mouth kisses all over your body and his hands grip your hips tightly, but you can feel them shaking from his excitement and arousal. All embarrassment flies out the window and he’s trapping you under his body, panting heavily the idea of filling you until you're so fucked out, then driving you insane by continuing.

He takes an extra long time to prepare you, fingering you slowly and reslishing in the moans you make, almost a revenge of sorts for being so wonderful smelling right before his Rut. As he fingers you he’s grinding on any part of your body his hips come in contact with. He cums once or twice on you shivering while looking frustrated from not being satisfied at all and just getting more worked up.

Once he’s inside you, his ears are shaking wildly and he’s grinning from ear to ear as he suddenly pounds you until your legs shake with exhaustion. He’s covering your body in hickies and bite marks, but concentrating them in areas you both know will be noticeable afterwards. Mammon just happily grunts out how everyone will see just how much you belong together.

Even during breaks he likes to stay inside and just have you warm his cock, he desperately craves to stay inside of you. The way he casually talks about you being bred by him is embarrassing but he doesn’t even seem to notice just paying attention to if you need to eat or rest. After he’s right back into fucking you full and raw.

He loves any position he can put you in so long as he’s closely pressed to you he hates when you're too far from him and tugs you back in close to him.

After Mating Season

After his rut is over and his senses go back to normal he’s hiding himself under the sheets horrified and ashamed of all the embarrassing things he said and did; but if you try to stand he’ll suddenly burst from his cocoon, telling you to sit down and he’ll do whatever you need.

He takes some convincing to let you roam free again and when you’re allowed to leave he’s extremely protective of you and doesn’t even let his brothers look at you for too long and starts yelling at them as he pulls you into his arms using his entire body as a shield. He has a nasty kick befitting a rabbit he’s not afraid to use if anyone touches you.

He’s your one and only mate and he’s extremely boastful of it he uses you to brag and is so proud to call you his and the thought of him successfully breeding you makes him glow with excitement he’s constantly pestering you over and over to let him do it again. He swears that doing it with you gives him good luck and you're an amazing lucky charm.

Leviathan

Before Mating Season

Leviathan is absolutely horrified by his Rut and is one of the ones to overly prepare for it at least a month in advance and has a small anime themed backpack to hold all of his essentials in. He packs a ton of water bottles with a fruity flavored vitamin powder. He gets easily dehydrated so packing them is a must unless he wants to pass out.

He tries to keep it a secret as long as possible. His heart wouldn’t be able to handle the embarrassment after exposure, though he really really wants to spend his Rut with you. He keeps imagining it over and over and eventually he gets too worked up and has to mastrubate to his photo collection of you.

He has a hard time looking in your eyes but can’t look away from you. He’ll stare at the back of your head, trying to keep his breathing even, but looking away when you catch him staring. He pretends not to know what you're talking about. But if anyone gets close to you he’ll hunt them down and tear them to pieces in a jealous rage

During Mating Season

When it hits he tries to stay hidden in his room drooling over some clothes he stole and whimpering your name as he sniffs it and pumps it around his painfully hard dick his head filled with nothing but you and how much he wants to see his cum overflowing inside you and dripping down your legs. Eventually he can’t take it anymore and stops hiding, seeking you out and pulling you up on his hips and carrying you home making you wrap your legs around him and him burying his nose into you rubbing his scent into you.

Expect him to apologize over and over for ignoring you and him begging for you to forgive him. He was just embarrassed he’ll apologize by licking and stroking your sex trying to make you feel so good that you forget or forgive him. Then moving your entrance and swirling his tongue around it.

He presses into you, hard, as he grips your hips with surprising strength and makes you see stars as he hits every good spot you have, and even helps you discover some new ones. Every time he cums he asks you not to spill it and he pushes as deep as he could into you.

If you pull his ears you’ll see a switch flip inside of him and he’ll shiver with every thrust pulling into you over and over. His mind just goes blank and he just wants to cum inside you as much as possible. The instinct of breeding you is the only thing on his mind after that.

Once in a while he stops for a short break, hydrating but eating like a bird the whole time he’s snuggling up with you and weakly checking his phone while nuzzling into your collarbone. Bathing with him he sinks low into the bath so only above his nose stick out of the water relaxing for a few minutes before he tries to fuck you in the bath.

After Mating Season

He buries his face in a pillow and apologizes for being so avoidant before he offers you his jacket to keep you warm as he softly rubs your sore and weak legs and wipes a cool damp cloth to clean you up. He’s shockingly not as embarrassed as he thought he would be after he just feels happy.

He’s attentive, bringing you your favorite homemade meal or snacks trying to cutely feed it to you. He claims he doesn’t want to overexert you after everything. But he just wants to take cute pictures of you getting hand fed.

After everything calms down, you find him more confident in him asking you for things especially ear scratches he’s developed an addiction to having your hands on them.

Satan

Before Mating Season

He’s had this written down and planned for a while. He knew when to pinpoint it’s start and prepared for it more and more as it came closer. He knew his emotions would be all over the place so he made sure that you knew and were properly locked inside his room with him. He’d rather avoid the clean up after. If his previous Ruts have taught him anything it’s he knows how messy he can get with dealing with annoyances. So he has you locked up so you both can get ready and stay productive until the day.

He becomes very touchy way more than before, constantly brushing up on you and scenting you before going back to whatever he was last doing. He scents you by holding your face and rubbing his palms over your cheeks and lips as well as shoving his face into the crook of your neck and nuzzling it; however, as the days go by they get more and more lewd with light pinches and/or groping.

He has everything set up like it’s going to be a week-long get away. Drinks stored in cooling containers, quick and nourishing meals prepped and a cute little “toy” to get you ready for the days ahead, though preparation is key and he reminds you of that every time you cum from it.

When he sleeps he ends up nearly chewing on your neck and shoulder and he humps you as you both sleep. He ends up ripping a lot of your clothes and the sheets as he sleeps but he doesn’t seem sorry.

During Mating Season

Satan becomes almost animalistic as he smiles at you and rips your clothes off with his teeth and one hand and suddenly palms your sex as he grinds his hard cock into your ass. He rips his own clothes off and praises your body from the crown of your head to your toes before he hauls you off to his bed.

He’s glad for the forethought of using the toy since he can’t help himself and pulls it out slowly before stuffing you back up with his dick laughing with heavy breathes as he enjoys how warm you are around him.

If you let him, he’ll bind you up, wrists, ankles, and neck, bound with leather belts as he tugs you along, using his thumbs to roughly rub your chest, making you cum over and over again until your nipples are rubbed almost swollen. He loves seeing the marks after, kissing and licking them.

Appeal to his rougher side and ask for more or even rougher treatment and he’ll completely lose his mind for you and treat you as rough as you want. He’s nearly worshiping you as you take each punishment after the last. He’s sure to kiss every mark he makes just to remind you he’s doing this in love.

He instructs you to keep every little drop he cums inside you and if you don’t he’ll be sure to spank your ass red, afterwards for any that drips out, he pushes back in with his thumb.

During breaks he’s overly sweet, kissing every mark as you rest and petting your face over and over. Pet him back and he’ll lean into it with a large blissful smile, you’ve never seen him so relaxed.

After Mating Season

He’s right back to normal after what happened but he’s now tailing you everywhere, watching over you. He makes sure that no one gives you any trouble, ready to crush, smash and rip limb from limb anyone and anything that might potentially hurt you, his brothers are included on that list of things to crush. You're his mate now and he can’t let anything happen to you.

He brings you fresh snacks, packing you lunches, and offering to take care of anything he can for you. He wants to keep you happy and in good spirits and seeing you content and taken care of makes his heart beat wildly.

He scents you even more, nuzzling you wherever he can get to and covering you with his smell. When you're alone he rests his chin on your head and just embraces you, he wasn’t a huge fan of showing affection before but when you're out of public view he’s all over you.

For at least a week he’s in a wonderful mood after spending his Rut with you, his smile dazzling and he openly admits that he’d now rather just have you in his room. You get to have a choice to stay in his room free to roam around it or you stay by Satan's side at all times. You get to pick your collar at least.

[scaramouche-bully]

THAT POST ABOUT OVERSTIM MADE ME REALIZE HOW MUCH I WANT TO DESTROY CHILDE HELP. CAN U WRITE SMTH WHERE HIS S/O USUALLY BOTTOMS BUT WANTS TO TRY TOPPING HIM AND HE JUST KEEPS TRYING TO FLUSTER HER AND TEASE HER AND SHE GETS SO ANNOYED THAT SHE JUST FUCKS HIM STUPID 💕💕

— ☆ Wrecking T*rtaglia headcanons

Includes: Childe

[ Top ] Female reader

Contains: Overstimulation, bratty sub, mind break, sub space, aphrodisiacs, anal gaping, dacryphilia, degradation, size kink, slapping, choking, cock-stepping, humiliation, rough sex, stomach bulge, multiple orgasms, masochism + sadism.

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]  

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons - Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe 🐑 [ GN ]

[ masterlist ]

Welcome to the "Bully T*rtaglia" club, we are currently taking applications (u‿ฺu✿ฺ). My original draft was sweet but then my computer crashed and I lost everything. So I'm going to channel all my anger into destroying this man (consensually, I promise the ending is soft.).

— ☆ Childe

When you bring up the idea of you topping him, he doesn't take you seriously but he's open to it. While he thinks it's cute that you want to try new things, he's so much bigger than you, and being on top is actually a lot of work compared to being a pillow princess. Are you sure you can handle it?

One of the big issues that came up during your first times was Childe's competitive nature and how fast his recovery time was. He could have came three times and then suddenly flip you on your back and fuck your brains out instead.

Even when he had the patience to be the sub, he would constantly taunt you and be an insufferable brat. Constantly disrespecting you and trying to fluster you. Always reaching down to finger fuck you even when he was stuffed full.

So the next time you brought him a drink, you decided to add something extra. Sitting patiently as he thanked you and downed the entire cup. It only took a few minutes before he began to squirm in his seat.

Childe's face was slowly growing redder and redder, soft pants breaking through the quiet office, his eyes darting to you before settling on the ground. It was amusing seeing him be so quiet rather than running his mouth off every minute. It's only when you start to walk over him in feign concern does he break out of his haze.

Stumbling over himself as he makes wild hand gestures to stop you but as soon as you round his desk, you see his cock straining against his pants, and the embarrassment flood Childe's face. Trying to laugh it off, you're just so pretty he can't help himself, but he's quickly cut off when you prop yourself up onto his desk and step on his cock.

"W-Wait-" Childe groans as his hips buck into your shoe as he grinds against it. Clutching the hand rests of his chair as he leans his head against your knee, soft keens slipping out as you run your fingers through his matted hair as he humps against you. He makes a confused noise when you suddenly tip his chin up, smile sweetly at him, before he's sprawled on the ground as you slap him.

"When did I say you could touch me?" you shot him a cruel look that sent shudders up his spine but also made his cock throb. Whatever you fed him was slowly making him lose his senses until there was just you, you, you. He whines, still on his back, when you take a seat in his chair and dig your shoe onto his dick, randomly applying pressure here and there, his pre-cum wetting his pants as he yelps at the pain. His hands flying up to lift your foot away but he catches himself as chooses to claw his fingers into the wooden flooring instead as he reaches his peak. It's so empowering seeing the man who used to fuck you stupid, whimper and cry as he cums in his pants just from you stepping on his dick.

"P-Please...ah! mm...wha?" Childe looks down confused to see that even after just orgasming, his cock is still hard. His body is so hot that if he doesn't cum again, he feels like he's going to die. He's tries to lift himself onto his elbows and unbutton his pants before you kick him in the chest and send him back down. He's disorientated from the fall when he feels you sit on his chest, cupping his face in your hands to lift him, before slamming his head down. You're almost ripping his hair out with every yank and slap you abuse him with as he yelps like a dog.

"You filthy whore. Did I say you could cum? You ungrateful brat," you spit out as Childe wails in pain, almost knocking you off when he seizes up and shakes. You don't even need to check to know he came again, "Maybe I should gag you and throw you onto the streets. Let everyone here know how much of a pig you are. Is that it what you want?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" his voice is choked up from his tears as he cries over himself. You almost feel bad but he's basically useless in this state, sniffling over himself as he apologizes over and over again. You softly coo at him as you lean over and kiss him sweetly, taking his arms and placing them on your waist as he grips onto you like a lifeline.

"There there Childe. It's alright now, we're going to teach you how to be a good boy. That's what you want right?" you whisper to him as he nods. You pull yourself up even as he grips onto your clothing to stay with him as you unclasp the buttons of his pants and free his cock. Still red and hard in your hands as if he hadn't already orgasmed twice in the span of a few minutes. He's already so wet with pre-come that you don't even need to find lube to jack him off. Ignoring his moans and screams to stop, he's still sensitive, you take him to the hilt in your mouth. Quickly pinning his hips from jerking upwards and choking you, you're the image of content as you swallow around his cock as Childe throws his head back and sobs as he cums down your throat.

“Pl-please, please, mmn- put it in me, please…” he manages to pant you, his mind melted as his eyes blink in and out of consciousness. His body is still burning hot and he can't escape the feeling of being empty. He wants to be filled with your cock, stuffed fill until he can't live without being fucked by you. You've completely ruined him.

"It seems we still have a long way to go. You really are a disappointment Childe," you sigh as you wipe away the stray cum dripping from your mouth as you reach over and feed it to him. He whines low in the throat at tasteing himself but feeling you touch him in some way is the only thing grounding him before you pull away and stand up, "Go on. Finger yourself open for me."

"W-Wha?"

"Childe. I said. Finger yourself open. I won't repeat myself again."

He quickly nods, not ready to disobey you again, as he lifts himself up to get his pants fully off. He knows what you want and it makes the fire in him burn hotter. Using his own pre-come with shaky hands, he reaches over to hold his legs up for you, and circles around his rim before dipping inside. The embarrassment of holding himself open like this and your watchful gaze almost has him cumming again but he can't. He wants to be good. He does his best to spread himself open at this awkward angle but he soon loses himself. He should feel ashamed for getting off on someone watching him but it makes him finger himself deeper and harder. He's taken out of his pleasurable moment when he feels your hand join his. Taking one hand as you spread his ass to see his loose hole. The pre-cum from his cock slowly leaking down. You're absentmindedly lacing your fingers inside him, before pulling both your hands out as you line your strap on to his rim. He didn't even notice you put it on.

"Did you know I had to fake every orgasm because you were such a sloppy fuck? Perhaps I should show you how to fuck someone properly," is the only warning he gets before you grip his hips until your fingernails draw blood, before slamming into him. He throws his head back and chokes on his screams as his cock shoots cum all over his chest.

"Who said you could come?" you spit out as you grip his cock and squeeze harshly as he screams. The overstimulation is too much, it hurts. He's desperately trying to push you away but whatever strength he built is lost. Only able to lay there and take it. He looks down to see his stomach bulge with every thrust you make, the image of you rearranging his insides sends him flying as he tries to cum again but the death grip you have on him, he just can't. He's full-on sobbing as you continue to abuse his prostate, he's going to break, you're breaking him.

"nO! P-PLEASE! STO-" he begging as you continue to pound into him. You push even further, until your cock fully inside him now, and stay there rubbing right up against his prostate. Watching amused as Childe tries to shudder to the large intrusion, the never-ending pressure on his sensitive spots makes him almost feral. You swear he has hearts in his eyes right now.

"Pleasepleaseplease-"

You pull out slowly, just until the tip is inside him, before gripping his wrists as leverage and ruthless slamming into him. Childe parts his hips in a voiceless cry as you finally break his mind and fuck him dumb. He scrambles against the floor as he tries to find anything to ground him, trying to fuck himself back on your cock as he drools all over the floor. His vision leaves him as all his senses focused on the harsh drag of your cock in him, the wet slapping noise that fills the room, and the tears that slip from his eyes down to the floor. His cock throbs with each thrust you force into his body, thighs jerking, as his tongue lolls out.

"Oh!--mh, m-more!" Childe babbles deliriously, he's being reduced to nothing but a warm hole for you to fill whenever you feel like it. Reduced from a harbinger to a whore for you to use. He feels the breath get punched out of his lungs as his abdomen stretches and burns. His hole clenching around your dick that you have to forcefully yank him down to stuff him, "Hahh, you're tearing me o-open."

"You disgusting whore. Can you feel it?" you mock as you take one hand to spread his ass apart, you see his hole is red and puffy, pre-cum from his semi-hard cock leaking down where you're both connected. He shudders that you've fucked him so bad that his hole is gaping. It's when you reach over and clasp both of your hands around his neck and squeeze that he comes crashing down. Wheezing at the lack of oxygen that makes him see white, he feels so warm and content, mind filled with bliss, as he cums. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into him as his cock finally softens as he relaxes and drifts off into space before slowly losing consciousness.

--- You slowly blink awake to soft kisses being placed on your neck, Childe's lazy form cuddled up to you as you stroke his hair. He's always so clingy the morning after. "Are you feeling alright? I was a bit mean wasn't I?" you ask a bit embarrassed as memories of last night flood your mind. You know you both agreed on what your limits were but you couldn't help but feel a bit worried you may have pushed him too far. Childe props himself on his elbow to smile dumbly at you, you were perfect.

"It was alright I suppose," he chuckles when you lightly punch him in the chest, "I didn't think you would try and drug me like that. You know I could get you arrested for that. " "Ha! Good luck finding someone that will fulfill your perverted fantasies. Besides you're the one that wanted to experiment with them and don't phrase it like that either," you shake your head at him before leaning up to kiss him. When you pull away you take notice of all the bruises and marks you left on him. There's a small part of you that purrs at the claim you made but you quickly shoo it away. It's too early for that. If your back is hurting you have no idea how Childe is faring. "Here, let me get you some water and let me see your head," you offer, pulling yourself up before Childe's arm wraps around you and pulls you down to lay beside him. Placing his weight on top of you so you can't squirm away, even as you swat at his back he smothers you until you give up.

"Stay with me."

"Hah...alright. Just for a bit."

[onyxoverride]

Pussy addict zeke constantly needing to have his mouth on your pussy even tho you’re on a call with the general or warming his cock in your hole despite yall being at a gathering 😭

Like A Dog - Zeke Jaeger x Reader

◙warnings: Minors DNI 18+ only please or I’ll cry THANKS. More pussy-eating fiend Zeke, talking on the phone lowkey voyeurism, a lil degrading, mating press, dom Zeke who is a lil mean, a lil bit of objectification for flavor and dumbification, mentions of mating but not too breedy i think, one bite, one spit, some cunt slapping UUHH gets fluffy at the end

◙word count: 2.4k on accident

◙note: OO this is good. I wrote a whole thing and went to copy it to save it and accidentally hit paste. lost it all. I'm sure I looked ridiculous when I did that- red in the face and everything. I'll rewrite to the best of my abilities. Didn’t mean to write this much sorry anon ;u;

Also I’m imagining this phone, the old ones that connect to walls

“Fuck-” you card your fingers through his hair. His tongue is lapping across your cunt. Fingers digging into your thighs to keep you still and in place for him. You think this must have been a long day for him. The moment he came home from work he didn’t even let you get up to kiss him and give him a ‘welcome home.’ He pressed your hips into the couch and immediately started working on your cunt. “Zeke- I-” you can’t help but roll your hips into his mouth. You know this isn’t for you, this is for him, this is his stress-relief. 

He’s surely bruising your thighs at this point with the amount of force he’s exerting to keep you against the couch. You let out a sigh and let your head roll back onto the back of the couch. It’s useless to try to get him up from between your legs, plus it feels undeniably good. So you roll your shoulders back into the couch with no chance of escape with Zeke caging you in. 

“Seriously-” you are cut off with a moan, he knows all of your weak points and just how you tick and he’s taking advantage of it. Sucking your outer lips into his mouth noisily, it almost echoes out in the room, tonguing over your clit. He lets out a few rough groans of his own because of your grip on his hair. “Zeke- fuck-” he’s pushing his tongue into your hole that's been clenching around nothing this whole time. His beard is scratching at your sensitive inner thighs. 

“I have a call with the general soon!” He pauses to process your words. Really that's what makes him stop? But he just dives right back in without saying anything. You grasp at the back of the couch and your skirt that he so unceremoniously scrunched to the juncture of your hips. He doesn’t care. He really couldn’t care less because his first order of business is eating you out, he can care about other things later when your juices aren’t soaking his face. But the phone hanging on the wall interrupts and has you pulling at his hair hard and away from your cunt. You manage to wiggle your way out of his grasp and to the phone before it can ring for a fourth time. This is your job on the line, and you aren’t risking it for him and his stress relief. Granted working as the head of the communications department of the military wasn’t fun, occasionally Zeke would drop in and visit which made it a bit brighter for you even if he was a silent menace, slipping his hand up your skirt one too many times. 

“Good afternoon, General!” You can hear Zeke grumbling something from where you left him on the floor. You are harsh, he thinks as he rubs his head, usually, when you pull his hair it is hot but that hurt for real. The General utters a casual response as Zeke casually sits on the floor right in front of you, right under the phone, and plays with the cute socks donning your ankles. You send him a glare which he admits is scary but he is too caught up in the taste of your cunt lingering on his lips and the juices still on his face to care. Debauched is what he looks like, swollen red lips, glasses have long since been set somewhere, hair disheveled by your tugs and a lusty look settled in his eyes. He trails his hands from your ankles to your thighs, bunching up your skirt with it while you bat him away, so he retreats his hands to your knee for now. If you bend too low the rustles of your clothes will translate over the phone.

“Yes General, the department has been running smoothly as of late, though-” His hands are making their way up your legs again, gripping your thighs to pull you closer to his face. You pause for a second but continue talking to the General, you can’t stop him now because it would give away too much and you don’t want to have a conversation with the General like that right now. He situates a thigh over his shoulder as you balance on one leg, leaning some of your weight onto him so you don't fall. He’s grasping your hips in a vice again, bringing your slick cunt to his face, hiding underneath your skirt so you can’t see the smirk he’s wearing or what he is doing at all. All you can do is feel all his ministrations, his tongue circling your clit, your thighs tense and already trembling as he pulls you to be seated completely on his face. 

To be fair, you are doing quite well trying to keep your voice steady and on topic, you’re almost done with the conversation, trying to bring the General to a close about how the communications department is running and it would need to run better. But Zeke is ruthless and he is not trying to be quiet. He’s dipping his tongue into your cunt and you are tight, he should fuck you like this some time with your leg up and against the wall, it has all your muscles tensing, all of them. It would feel like a vice around his cock. And having you talking to someone else while they are unknowing of you sitting on his face like this? Hot. 

You have one hand bracing yourself against the wall while the other holds the phone, god if the General would just stop rambling for once. “Doing this on the phone with the general? Naughty.” You slap the top of his head to make him shut up. At least he is a bit muffled by your skirt. You can hear the general pause as you hold your breath, “Is something the matter, Ms. Head of Communications?” Of course, he doesn't care for your name. He must not realize that Zeke is under your skirt doing raunchy things to your cunt with his tongue. 

“Sorry General,” you look down at Zeke sitting on the floor between your legs, “just my dog is bothering me.” You can already hear Zeke complaining but instead he nibbles your outer lips as revenge for now. “Oh, you have a dog? I didn’t know that.” Zeke shoves his tongue fully in your clenching hole, it has your whole body hot and it feels like it could be steaming, you suck in a quick breath. 

“Well, I just got him, so he has to be trained. He’s being bad right now.” Trying to balance on one leg while the other presses against him is harder than you think, you are so close to falling. 

“Oh I know how that is,” the General lets out a laugh, “I’ll let you go then, it seems we covered everything.” You say your goodbyes before finally letting out a moan, you were this close to cumming on the phone with the general. “Bastard-” he is, especially with his dastardly tongue bringing you to a climax, your inner walls tense and trembling around nothing. His tongue massages over your clit one last time before you cream on his face which he slurps up in stride, not hesitating to let it all fall on his tongue as you grasp his hair through your skirt. 

Finally, Zeke comes up from under your skirt, looking even more lewd than before. “Dog?” he asks incredulously, he sounds offended which you bask in. 

“Yes. A dog. In it for nothing but your own needs, hopelessly in love with me, and horny as hell all the time.” He gives you an exasperated look like ‘seriously? I just made you cum and this is what I get?’ but his expression changes all too quick, it has your heart pounding. He stands up suddenly, surprising you a bit, shuffling backwards on trembling legs. Oh no, he’s looking at you with a predator's eyes, darkened and heady with lust. “Then I’ll do as dogs do,” he’s stalking towards you but you can’t walk quite right because of the earlier strain and end up falling gracelessly to the floor as Zeke crawls over top you. “I’ll mate.” You would have made fun of him for saying that but he’s got you trapped underneath him, arms caging you in and it’s not like you could squirm away. He’s flipping up your skirt again but this time it’s to rut the bulge of his cock through his pants against your slick cunt, wetting his whole crotch area as you gasp. He’s nuzzling his chin to your neck to kiss and lick at your nape before biting down, hard. You yelp and try to bring your hands up to pull at his hair in revenge but he catches them and pushes them against the ground. This is his way of marking you as his. 

“What did you say? Something about training me?” He’s grinding harsh against you, leaving you in whimpers underneath him. “I just gave you a wonderful orgasm just with my tongue, I think I’m plenty trained.” You must have hit a nerve because he’s spitting the word at you like it’s disgusting. “In fact, I think I deserve a reward.” His voice is sweet, slicked with mockery as he unbuckles his pants just to pull his cock out. You don’t say anything, just give him a pitiful pouty look, you’ll tell him if he is stepping too far. 

So he slaps his cock that's leaking pre on your clit, making your legs try to close, but he is quick with it, and pushes your leg out of the way to keep his torture up. The oral orgasm was satisfying but it still leaves you wanting more, “Please,” your little whimper has him looking up with a devious smirk. He stops tapping his cock against your cunt to grasp at your cheeks. His cock still resting against your cunt as he leans over your face. 

“Louder.”

You are embarrassed, heated down to your toes but you know he can keep up this type of torture until he gets what he wants. “Please, Zeke,” you squeeze through his grips on your cheeks, and that seems to satisfy him. He’s been hard in his pants since he got down on his knees to eat you out, he is still a slave to his own desires despite his strong will. 

He pushes your knees to your chest which has your lungs constricting pushing out all the air that was in them. Zeke inspects your cunt with a sadistic smile, spread open and wet, just for him, leaking down to your ass because of him. His ego stroked, he pushes into your tight ring, leaving a raspy groan hanging in the air. Fuck, you’re tight, as you moan. He’ll ignore your pleasure this time too, since you were so mean to him. You know what this is, this vulnerable position he’s put you in, jackhammering into you like a dog in heat, bruising your thighs with his calloused grip. It’s revenge. For interrupting his stress relief, for ruining his fun, for teasing him while on the phone. He lets you grasp at the loose overcoat he never bothered to take off, it only pulls you closer to him but at least you have something to hold onto. 

You can’t even moan his name out properly with how fast he’s fucking into you. Broken off whimpers turn to uncontrolled moans as he keeps your knees firm against your chest. “Hold your legs.” It’s not a question, it’s a demand that you can’t even process. “Are you stupid? All of a sudden you’re just a dumb whore for cock? I said, hold your legs.” He enunciates with a firm push against the back of your knees to jostle you. So you dig your nails into the back of your knees and keep them in a firm hold as he digs his hands into the meat of your hips as best as he can with your thighs in the way. 

It only gives him the best opportunity to use you like a cocksleeve, a little fucktoy and he makes that know through the filth he’s spitting out of his mouth. Your cunt is tight around him, the soft plush ridges inside are ruthless stimulation against his dick. He can feel you get closer and closer to orgasming, your hole clenching sporadically as he keeps thrusting deep into you, your eyes rolling back and a little bit of drool sliding down your chin as your mouth stays open with moans. He loves seeing you hopelessly depraved for him, losing all your senses as he drills into you. 

He lets spit gather in his mouth to spit down onto yours, dirty, quick, and mean, punctuated with his words “That’s what you get for letting a dog like me-” he serves a particularly hard thrust into your walls, hitting a particular patch of softness that has you moaning loud “-fuck you.” You swallow his spit brainlessly, he hits that soft patch one more time and you are gone, the overwhelming wave of an orgasm crashing down on you while he continues to use your clenching cunt to get off. You keep your knees obediently to your chest as he continues to use you, extending your orgasm through until he reaches his, pushing his cock as deep as it can go before filling your insides with his seed. 

He’s panting just as hard as you, breathing not quite catching up to him yet before he leans completely over you, elbows to each side of your face. He is savoring the foggy look in your eyes before leaving a quick kiss to your slick lips. He wiggles his hands against yours that are still holding your thighs until they let go, thighs framing his body as he leans over you, still filling you to the brim with cock and cum. He takes your hands together and kisses your knuckles as you give him a dumb giggle, exasperated. 

“You’re at least right about two things,” you quirk your brow at him, voice to hoarse to respond, “I am ‘hopelessly in love with you,” he kisses you knuckles one more time “and how did you put it? ‘Horny as hell all the time.’” You roll your eyes as you become painfully aware that you are on a wooden floor and your back is starting to hurt. If he wants to cock warm this isn’t the place to do it. 

But still you don’t feel like using your voice, so you kiss the tops of his cheeks and his forehead as you bring him down closer, to hold him and let him hold you. His weight over you is comforting, soft words contradicting what he said during the heat of the moment.

A moment of comfortable silence passes before you finally say something, rasping out of your throat but loud enough for him to hear with his head snug in your neck. “You still act like a dog.” 

He lets out an exasperated sigh until he leans back after leaving a nip at your shoulder that has you squeaking. “Then I’ll just fuck you brainless until you don’t even know what the word ‘dog’ means.” 

You give him a shy smile, and hope that is a promise. 

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 <3

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

[b0ther]

empty when you’re gone

everyone dreams of having sex with lisa minci, but you’re the one fucking her silly in the library tonight.

pairing : lisa x reader (gender neutral pronouns, amab)

rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)

type : one-shot

tags : public sex, library sex, dirty talk, praise kink, slight verbal degradation, the usage of the words “whore”, “doll”, and “slut”, hair pulling, riding, cumming inside, some spanking, some manhandling, breeding kink if u squint real hard, reader has a big dick

word count : 1,407

author's note : title from 'cheerleader' by omi. lisa pls lemme suck on ur tiddies.

( masterlist │ ask/request  │ ao3  )

There’s just something about fucking the woman everyone wants.

Miss Lisa Minci, the smartest and most endearing person in all of Monstadt, complete with a body sculpted by Venus herself. You haven’t met a man, nor woman, who hasn’t dreamt of indulging themselves in some kind of romantic endeavors with her.

She seemed like the perfect partner—smart, but knows when to hold herself back. She was also kind and thoughtful, with a little pinch of sexiness added into the bunch.

Her clumsy personality was what caught your attention first.

Sure, her thick thighs or fuckable lips were what you saw first, but the way she apologized for once messing up the return date on your book caused you to dream of hammering into her innocent face for weeks.

And her tits—archons her fucking tits.

You had always wanted to feel them fill the empty spaces between your fingers; you’ve seen the way she races down the stairs, jugs just barely contained in her slutty dress, and how she would pant and wipe her forehead, looking at you with her lackadaisical smile. You wondered how she would look like after you fuck her senseless, how heavy her breath would be.

You would think that she was doing everything on purpose.

The soft greeting she gives you whenever you enter the vicinity of the library, the way she’d push her tits together every time she leans down to help you pick a book, letting you a view of her delicious breasts and the valley between them.

You constantly thought about how it would feel to fuck her tits, watching your cock disappear between her ample chest and kissing her lips.

And you were sure that you weren’t the only one in Mondstadt with thoughts so fucking filthy about her; you were sure that dozens of others would kill just to get her to show them her tits.

But you seemed to inherit Lady Luck’s blessings, as you get to be the lucky bastard to pound into her tonight.

You felt Lisa’s warm cunt enveloping your cock as you drilled into her mercilessly, with her bare tits pressed against the table.

“Fuck,” she moaned out your name, voice shy and intimidated at the thought of being fucked silly by you on her desk in the library.

It took you a while to coax her into dirtying her own office table with her own juice that night—starting with rubbing her core through her thin panties as she sat on your lap, writhing under your strong hold. You lapped hungrily at the sweaty skin of her neck as her scent made your cock harder and harder.

As soon as she finally grinded down on your clothed dick, putting her plump ass to good use, you pulled her dress down to let the cool night air hit her massive tits.

And before you knew it, you were pummeling her tight hole, spreading her wide open with your length.

She was such a good girl, Miss Lisa Minci, always asking you to go faster and harder, adding a cute little please at the end of every sentence begging you to fuck her pretty little cunt.

And you didn’t know where she learnt to use her words so compellingly, but it was like you were enchanted into giving her what she wants.

You leaned down onto her back, grabbing her jaws harshly to watch her expression—tongue drooled out with her eyes rolled back, your cock constantly hitting her sweet spot that she couldn’t even think of anything else.

“Fucking whore,” you grunted as she whined underneath your body. “How’re you taking my cock in so well, baby?”

You continued pounding into her as she tried to form an answer, her lewd voice strung together with debauchery in them as you straightened your body and dug your nails into her hips.

“You—“ she whimpered, fingers crushing documents under her body. “I’ve wanted—nghhh.”

“You gotta speak up, doll,” you grinned, pulling apart her asscheeks open using your thumb, watching how smoothly her folds were welcoming your cock.

She moaned out your name again, and again, and again.

You gave a coy smirk at the sight of her so helpless under your grip. “You like me taking you from behind, huh?”

She nodded her head like a dog in heat—a sense of pride grew in your chest as you managed to make the most clever person in the city your own little mindless fuckdoll.

Your fingers ran through her hair, before gripping a handful of them as you forcefully lifted her limp body to press against your chest, your other hand toying with her throbbing clit.

“Don’t—“ she whined, you felt her legs shaking. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum—“

You continued rubbing hard circles on her clit, rolling her nipple in between your fingers as you nibbled on her ear. “Cum, baby.”

Lisa opened her eyes, half-lidded to look at you as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “Cum with me,” she slurred as she felt the tip of your cock hitting her cervix.

You slowed down your thrust, exchanging your speed for power. Each one of your ramming caused a choked up sob from her mouth.

“I’ll fill you up,” you grunted, rubbing her clit harder, “fill you up with my seed, what about that?”

“Yesyesyes, fill my pussy with your cum—“ Lisa gasped, and her body immediately faltered after a massive wave of shuddering. You felt her pussy walls clamping your cock, her juice creaming your balls.

You let go of her body, letting her fall softly on the desk and worked on your orgasm, which came quickly after. You watched as Lisa twitched underneath you, her cunt hole gaping and closing as you decorated her walls with white sperm.

“Fuuuuck,” she breathed out your name, mouth open trying to catch her breath. You watched as she weakly tried to grind her ass around you, not wanting to waste a drop of your jizz.

You laughed softly, slapping her jiggly ass once before pulling your softening dick out from her pussy. She whined, cold at the sudden vacancy.

“C’mere,” you stepped backwards and let yourself fall on a chair, dick still hanging out.

Lisa meekly looked at you, still tired from her orgasm, and pushed herself from the desk. Her dress gathered on her wide hips as she stumbled to you, fingers pressing deep into your shoulder as she propped her knees on either side of you, lowering herself at your cock.

“You look like a fucking slut,” you chuckled, tugging a piece of hair behind her ear as she shut her eyes, biting down on her lips hard.

You placed your hands on her waist, feeling your dick hardening inside of her as she started to move her waist, tits jiggling at every roll.

“You fuckin’ me now?” You leaned on the back of the chair, enjoying the view.

“Mhmm,” she nodded, taking in the shape of your cock. “Sit still so— haaahhh, so I can ride you. Fuck…”

“Such a good girl,” you praised, watching your cock disappearing into her pretty cunt.

“I’ll fuck you dry,” she moaned again, lifting one hand from your shoulder to rub lazily on her clit. “Fuck you so good that you won’t forget the shape of my pussy.”

“Brave words,” you remarked, eyes not leaving her cunt as she pleasured herself, “especially from someone who was just begging for me to ram into her harder.”

Her cunt clenched at your words, causing a sudden jolt of excitement down your spine. She opened one eye, bottom lips jutting out and you almost took her on the table again right there and then.

But you held yourself back, clutching her waist in a grip so hard that it would surely leave a bruise on her pale skin.

“Don’t try to sound smart.”

Her words would have sounded like a threat if she wasn’t tightening against your length.

“Of course of course, Miss Librarian,” you gave her a smug grin, and Lisa decided to close her eyes again, pressing down harder on you.

“I’ll fuck you dry,” she said again, “so I won’t have to hear your stupid voice again.”

You shifted on your seat, fixing your position before grabbing her ass, bouncing her on your cock once. Lisa gasped, biting her bottom lips.

“I’d like to see you try.”

[spideymarvelws]

A threesome with tom × reader × Harrison when they become roommates PLEASE could you include... spanking? 😸

im sorry if this is so bad sdhvcwdhcvps the beginning is a bit shaky but i finally sat my ass down and wrong something so i hope you enjoy!

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Warnings : dom/sub undertones, spanking, mild degrading and humiliation, tom and haz being little teasing shits

Word Count : 1.8k

Roommates With Benefits

Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader x Tom Holland

“And that’s pretty much it. Oh! And you could always just put Percy’s bowl and bed next to Tessa’s. I’m sure she won’t mind, very sweet girl,” Tom smiled, pushing the tips of his fingers into the pockets of his jeans as he led you back to the kitchen.

“We’d love another dog in the house! Just be warned if you ever leave, we might not be able to let him go.” Harrison winked, blue eyes shining with the light shining into the kitchen, causing heat to quickly rise to your face.

You chuckled light heartedly, leaning against the kitchen island with your head down, avoiding the intense stairs of the two brits on your body.

Everything happened so quickly. Being kicked out of your apartment after having trouble paying ridiculous bills, seeing the ad during your job at the cafe and immediately calling the number in hopes that the offer for a roommate was still open. It wasn’t usually something you did, especially without any background checks but you were desperate and in that moment, you were ready to endure anything if it meant you would have a roof over your head. 

What you didn’t expect was a cute british voice answering the phone who was very cooperative and patient, answering all the questions you had. You called him everyday after that, using the excuse of asking more questions but ultimately you both ended up talking about anything and everything. It was an immediate connection that only intensified when you met him the next week in real life after your shift. Shaggy brown hair, soft brown eyes and a figure that made your mouth water, you didn’t expect such a sweet human to take on the looks of a model.

But he didn’t come alone, next to him was a taller but equally attractive blond brit, with clear blue eyes and a smile that made your legs weak. You were surprised how composed you kept yourself while talking to them and with a firm handshake and exchange of phone numbers, a beautiful friendship between the two was born.

At least, that’s what you tried to keep it as. Both men were naturally flirtatious, constantly complimenting you then pointing out how flustered you got like it was some inside joke. When you would meet up with them after shifts, sometimes one of them would take your hand while the other stayed attached to you to the hip, along with a lot of subtle touches that left goose bumps in their wake.

It came to the point where your coworkers gave you side eyes, dancing around the question of asking if you were dating anyone which only made you more flustered.

After a month of spending time with them, the week before your lease ended, they invited you to their flat to show you around, not so directly confirming that they wanted you as their third roommate.  

However, as you entered the house, tension started to build in the air, tension that you only noticed apparently since Tom and Harrison went on with the tour like everything they did was normal. Constant innuendoes, especially when they showed you where the bedrooms were, stretching their arms in already tight shirts, staying close by your side with small touches to your back and arm.

It kept you flustered, while your purpose being there was to find a place to stay, you couldn’t deny that the two brits were attractive, irritatingly so. After the month of getting to know them, you developed a pretty obvious crush on the two men but you were too shy to say anything, too many negative consequences filling your head.

You were happy to maintain a friendship, even if that meant keeping the constant heat on your skin in their presence.

“How do you know if Tessa’s any safer? I might just take her with me.” you teased, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Oh really?” Tom raised a brow, walking closer to you behind the kitchen counter, “I feel hurt that you’re already thinking of leaving.” he leaned on his left elbow with his ankles crossed over the other, licking his lips as he looked you up and down.

“To- to be fair... Haz was the first to suggest it.” you stuttered briefly, coughing to hide how nervous you became.

“Yeah, cut her some slack Tom.” the blond snickered, walking up to you, standing on the other side, arms crossed and muscles bulging, “Don’t want to scare her off too soon now do we?”

“Oh I don’t think we’re scaring her off Haz.” Tom raised his hand, taking your jaw between your fingers and turning your head to face him, “Are we scaring you love?”

You shook your head no, eyes wide and body frozen with the contact.

“We’re going to need words darling,” Harrison said into your ear, his breath heavy on the side of your head, his hand landing possessively on the base of your neck, “Communication is very important for us in a roommate.”

“Is it?” you squeaked, trying to process being suddenly sandwiched between the two men. They’ve never been this forward, thoughts running through your head that made you squeeze your thighs together in hopes of some relief.

Tom hummed, leaning up with his face right in front of yours, “So I’ll ask again... are you scared of us Y/n?” your name fell off his tongue like honey, sending a pang of pleasure down your stomach to your heat. You wanted nothing more than to hear it over and over again.

“N-no.” the pitch of your voice was high, enough to make you laugh if it wasn’t for the men so close to your body.

“Then why are you so tense, angel?” Harrison’s hand moved down your neck, trailing along your spine and staying in the curve of your back, right above your ass, “Anything we could do to help?”

“I could think of one thing!” Tom hummed, leaning in closer, brushing his lips along yours, “That is, if our lady allows it.”

“Only if you want to be our girl.” Harrison added, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck, “Just say the word and this never happened.”

“No!” maybe it was the sudden closeness, their hands on your body or the pet names that flowed so naturally off their tongue. Or maybe it was the build up over the past months, the fantasies than ran threw your head of this exact moment that all lead you to whimper-

“yes... please.”

...

“Ah- fuck.” Harrison groaned from behind you, his rough hands gripping your waist tighter as he pounded into you from behind, “God she feels so good around me... tightest cunt I’ve ever fucked.”

“Wait till you feel her mouth mate,” Tom grunted, tightening his hands around your head. He looked down at your face, tears falling from your eyes, spit drooling from your mouth around his hard cock, some of it falling to the sheets beneath you. Out of his years of acting and traveling, he’d never thought he’d see such a beautiful sight.

“Oh I’m planning on it,” the blond responded, moving his hips impossibly faster, fingers digging into your waist, adding to the marks all over your body, “Not tonight though, don’t think the slut could think properly after this.”

Tom laughed at his friend’s words, continuing to bob your head on his cock, alternating between slow, calculated movements and a rough, punishing pace.

The humiliation only made you more wet and desperate for relief. You were right on the edge, have been since the night’s activities began. But the men wouldn’t allow it, constantly mocking and degrading you if the thought ever crossed your mind, threatening to not touch you for the rest of the week if you came without permission.

The fact that they planned to continue after this couldn’t even cross your head, mind too far broken down into just a toy for their use, begging and mewling for anything they gave you. 

A harsh spank landed on your bum making a squeak erupt from your throat, muffled by Tom’s length. Harrison scoffed at your reaction, landing blow after blow, his hips losing rhythm as he neared his high.

“I swear she just gets wetter and wetter,” Harrison groaned, punctuating the last three words with a slap to your skin, “So fucking perfect around me I-” he groaned loudly, bending over slightly to reach deeper inside you, hitting a different angle that made you scream.

Tom was quick to pull you off his cock, one hand wrapped tightly around your hair, keeping your head up while the other moved quickly up his shaft. jerking himself off.

“Fuck, you look so pretty princess,” Tom moaned, “Ready to cum?”

You nodded enthusiastically, smiling wide as you kept your mouth open. The brunette grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up and spitting directly in your mouth, slapping the side of your face for you to swallow.

“Fucking beg for it then.” 

But before you could respond, you felt pressure directly on your clit, Harrison’s cold thumb moving circles around the nub, pushing you further and further to your orgasm. 

“Please! Please let me cum! Please Tommy!” 

But the brit only laughed, “I’m not the one you should be begging too love,” 

Tom loosened his grip of your hair only for Harrison to take over, pulling your back to his sweaty chest.

“Go ahead angel, beg so you could cum all over my cock,”

“Please... please Harrison,” you could feel the energy slowly fading from your body but your will to get off was just as strong, “Please let me cum,”

“Go ahead angel,” Haz grunted in your ear, “Fuck I’m gonna cum with you, bury my cock deep in your pussy, stuff you full,”

Without a second to lose, you let yourself go, finally  getting that release you’ve been craving for that entire night. The feeling of the blonds cum filling you up made it more intense, along with his thumb still locked in place on your clit. It was an overload of pleasure, black spots clouding your vision but you still hyper aware of everything going on.

“Open your mouth pretty girl,” you heard echo in the back of your head. Without fight, your jaw slacked open, the taste of Tom’s seed hitting your lips, spreading across your mouth.

You were in pure ecstasy. 

It took you a while to come back after such an intense moment, tangled in Tom’s arms while Harrison worked on cleaning your body, both looking down at you with admiration and awe.

“What do you think Haz? She good enough to live here?” Tom mumbled, softly petting your hair as you nudge your cheek against his chest, bathing in the attention.

The blond snickered from behind you, crawling over your body and leaning down to place a sweet kiss on your shoulder, “She could live with us for the rest of her life after that mate,” you raised your head slightly at his words, eyes wide and blown. He gently took your chin between his fingers, pressing a kiss to your puffy lips.

“Free of fucking charge.”

[whumpzone]

(masterpost)

(I wrote a very nsfw flashback from Col’s past, which can be read here. Heed the warnings and have fun)

As the days went by, Pet quickly realised that Master’s cat was a little… imperfect. He could tell from the way she sometimes bumped her head into doorframes, or table legs, that her vision wasn’t the best. She was old, by the looks of it. Old and slow, and Master clearly loved her very much.

“Hello my little Jaffa,” he murmured, scooping her up, running his fingers through her thick fur. Her eyelids sank down until she looked like she was fast asleep.

It made Pet’s chest ache. Why was Master making him watch this? Did he enjoy being cruel? Pet already knew he wasn’t here to receive affection like that, and the reminders hurt. Especially knowing Master could love his pet even if it wasn’t in perfect shape.

He still hadn’t been given any clear orders, and Pet was starting to think Master was giving him time to heal. Getting him as robust as possible before breaking him down again. The waiting was tough, and not knowing what was to come was worse. But Pet couldn’t speculate, he just couldn’t, or else he’d skirt too close to the memories he kept shut out- the ones he kept hidden, even from himself.

Master’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. “Hey, Col, want to come and sit up here with me? I have some biscuits here you might like.”

. . .

Col nodded in that quick, nervous-rabbit way of his, and stood up. He liked kneeling on the carpet, Linden had noticed. He kneaded his balled hands through it like a cat. Kneeling was fine, Linden told himself, as long as he didn’t crawl. And to the boy’s credit, he was doing very well with that.

He walked over now, at about to same speed Jaffa often walked at, trying to mitigate the impact of her frequent head bumps. Linden set her down and slowly grabbed his mug of herbal tea and the packet of biscuits, while Col watched him. Waiting for permission. Linden was starting to wonder if the boy was even able to speak, or if something in his past had rendered him mute. His past had clearly rendered him a lot of things- it was figuring out what could be healed that mattered.

“Come, you can sit here,” Linden patted the wooden chair. “If you want to. You can just get a biscuit and go back to the carpet, if you’d prefer.”

It was as if Col almost started to consider it, then thought better and forced himself into the chair, curling one foot underneath him.

“Comfortable?” Another quick nod. “Okay, good.”

Linden noticed how Col seemed to relax a little at that. Baby steps, he reminded himself. It’s okay to tell him he’s good, if that’s what he needs right now.

He sat along from him, close but hopefully not too close. He tore open the packet and handed it to Col. “Here. They taste nice. You can take one and eat it.”

He peered at it, like he expected it to bite. Then, constantly checking Linden’s face as he did so, he reached in and picked one up. Linden waited patiently, then took one for himself. As he bit into it, so did Col. Okay. This was going alright.

. . .

Master was eating one too, so they weren’t poisoned. Or maybe he had just built up a resistance. Or maybe they weren’t harmful to humans, only dogs?

None of that mattered, of course. Master had ordered him to eat. His orders were odd, they weren’t barked at him like Pet’s first owner, but that didn’t make them any less unavoidable.

It did taste good. It was sweet, nothing like the sour dog food that had sustained him for years.

Pet noticed he had dropped a small crumb onto the table and quickly licked it up gratefully. He wouldn’t dare waste food given to him. It was still weird, not eating from Master’s hand.

“You don’t- it’s okay, it’s just a crumb,” Master scolded him, and Pet ducked his head at the reprimand. Maybe it was funny watching him act like a human- Master was probably laughing at the way he wobbled on the chair, and held the biscuit in his disused hands, and fed himself. He was sure any moment now Master was going to smile and tell him how stupid he looked, what a dumb dog he was.

Pet drifted back to reality at the smell of something even sweeter than his treat. It was coming from the mug in Master’s hands, held securely between his fingers, each one with a painted black nail. Master noticed him staring before Pet could look away, and he cringed. Messing up as usual.

“You want a sip? It’s herbal tea. It’s hot, mind.”

Another order. Pet nodded obediently.

. . .

It was an easy mistake, and one Linden should’ve seen coming, given how out of practice Col was with his hands. Linden let go of the mug before Col had properly gripped it. Right over Linden’s lap.

Linden was aware of the burning against his thighs before he had even seen the mug drop. He jerked up, the chair clattering to the floor behind him, and Col gasped in pure horror.

“Shit, ow, ow, ow!” he cursed automatically.

Sounds beside him. Looking over, Col was already knelt with his face to the floor, trembling all over, and Linden’s thighs were burning and he really had to do something about that first-

“Woah, no, it’s okay, it’s just an accident, I have to get these trousers off, ow…” he muttered, quickly pulling his belt out and, suddenly realising he shouldn’t be getting undressed in front of Colton, scrambling upstairs.

. . .

Pet wasn’t sure if Master was still here- he had heard noises, he thought, going upstairs, but he couldn’t move. He was frozen, every instinct telling him to stay and take his punishment like a good dog.

He had hurt Master. He couldn’t stop trembling. His mouth quivered, his breaths coming out in whines. Fat heavy tears dribbled down his cheeks and onto the floorboards.

He was so bad, such a stupid insolent mutt, and bad dogs got punished, didn’t they, bad pets who can’t behave got belted and burned. Bad pets got taken upstairs to be restrained and, and-

Pet whimpered, a full-body sob that was so close to speaking he almost vomited from fear, and ground his face against the floor, trying to make the thoughts stop. That was his old life and he had a new Master now and this one might be different, he might be worse, but he couldn’t cry before it had even started and he had burned Master’s legs, burns hurt so badly and he was so, so useless that he just wanted the pain to start right now, so he could show he was sorry.

He could feel the cartilage in his nose jostling as he rolled his head. His heartbeat was pounding into his ears. He was in so much trouble, and he was so so sorry but it wasn’t enough. He wouldn’t be allowed to use his hands ever again.

A bump, at the top of the stairs. Footsteps. Coming towards him.

His thoughts went into overdrive. Master was coming and Pet had hurt him and now Master was angry. He had never seen him light up like that before, suddenly so quick and sharp and fierce. Pet’s hands skittered by his shoulders. He could feel every joint. Would they all be broken, perhaps? Burned? It would make sense to burn them. He deserved to have them burnt, even though that made him cry harder. Or maybe Master would concentrate on his thighs. Pour boiling water on them, then make him walk. Perhaps he’d peel the burning skin off and press knives to the raw flesh and make him scream. Or maybe he’d pin Pet’s hands down and bludgeon them until they didn’t even resemble hands anymore

You braindead animal. He’s not going to pick one or the other, you fucking idiot. He’s going to do them both and you’re going to thank him.

Master was stood over him, now. Looking at his unworthy dog, grovelling before him.

. . .

Linden couldn’t imagine how he would look threatening to anyone right now, in the only pair of shorts he could find, his thighs coated in cream. He’d had to roll the shorts up past his burns, and safety pinned them there.

But he knew, he knew, that didn’t matter. He knew Col wouldn’t look up from where he was cowering on his knees, sobbing audibly, and crack a smile.

The tall person in his care looked very, very small right now. He was knelt exactly where he’d dropped to the floor. No running, no backing away. Just like he’d been trained to. It made Linden feel ill. He had to take this slowly.

“Okay, okay, I’m here,” he started, keeping his voice slow and calm, knowing that his presence was Col’s worst nightmare right now. He had lost his cool earlier and he wished he could take it back, even though it was useless blaming himself. It was a shock, and a painful one. Anyone would’ve sworn. But he still felt a twist of guilt when he saw Col lock up, frozen in fear save for his persistent trembling. Linden could tell he was trying to stop himself from crying.

“Okay, you’re allowed to cry, crying is normal. Can you look up at me?”

Col did as he was told. His mouth was wobbling downwards, his nose red from being pressed against the floor. His hands were fully curled up.

Linden didn’t have a chance to say anything more before Col’s wild, terrified eyes found Linden’s belt on the table and he whimpered, holding his hands out eerily quickly, palms up, ready and unresisting.

Linden knew that if he took the belt and slashed Col’s hands with it, the boy wouldn’t fight back at all. He’d cry and moan, but he wouldn’t fight.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I’m not. I wouldn’t hurt you, ever.”

He thought about putting his hands in Col’s, gently lowering them and rubbing soft circles with his thumbs, but he shook the thought away. Who knows what he might interpret that as.

Instead, he picked up the belt, feeling Col’s eyes on him while his back was turned, and threw it upstairs.

“No belt,” he said, “I won’t belt you, I won’t hurt you at all. Your hands are safe. I’m not angry with you. It was an accident. Can you look at me?”

He complied, of course he did. His eyes were burning with regret and fear.

“See my thighs? I’ve put some cream on them, to help with the burns. It’ll make them better.”

After a few seconds, Col nodded.

“You will know that burns hurt a lot,” Col whimpered, but Linden tried not to rush his words out. “That’s why I snapped. I was surprised, but not angry. I’m not angry. You can see in my face and hear in my voice that I’m calm and I won’t hurt you. Just because you spilled some tea on me, doesn’t mean you have to hurt too. It was just an accident. And I can tell you’re sorry.”

This was the magic word, it seemed. Col nodded desperately, eyes wide, as he blinked fresh tears down his face.

“Thank you. Apology accepted. It’s okay, it’s all okay. You’re safe and I won’t hurt you. In fact-“

. . .

“…And I can tell you’re sorry.”

Pet could have fainted with relief. His body was still prickling with fear, waiting for the punishment, and Pet couldn’t yet believe Master when he said he wouldn’t hurt him. But he could definitely show he was sorry.

He nodded, trying to get it just right, trying to look eager but not careless, guilty but not too pitiful.

I am so sorry, Master. Your stupid lowly animal is so sorry, your pathetic dog is sorry and won’t ever do it again, thank you for showing your slave pet mercy.

He was definitely being prepped for something, but Pet pushed it from his mind. Master was giving him a chance and he had to show his gratitude.

“Thank you. Apology accepted. It’s okay, it’s all okay. You’re safe and I won’t hurt you. In fact-“

Master walked somewhere behind him, returning a few seconds later with Jaffa in his arms, setting her down beside him.

“Jaffa always makes me feel better,” he said. Pet had no idea what he was talking about, but he nodded anyway, then leant down to kiss Master’s feet, thanking him with his body in the way that didn’t scare him. He only managed one kiss before Master stepped away, and Pet hoped it had been enough to show that he knew his place, and he was sorry, and he would do anything to please Master. It was a lot to show in a single gesture.

“I’ll be upstairs, if you need me. You’re safe, you’re okay, I’m not angry. If you want, you can cuddle Jaffa for a bit. Okay? Okay. See you in a bit, Col.”

Pet watched Master leave, his wiry legs climbing the stairs until they vanished entirely. Jaffa rubbed her cheek along Pet’s folded legs, and he nervously reached out a hand, sinking it into her fur. His hands, that he still had. Pet felt like he was starting to understand what Master was keeping him for, but he didn’t want to accept it. Instead, he stroked Jaffa and dried his eyes, the taste of biscuit still in his mouth.

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you found me | myg (m)

⏤  Pairing: Yoongi x reader ⏤  Genre: smut, fluff ⏤  Word Count: 5.5k ⏤  Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m recieving), nightmare, 

⏤  Summary: When you found a fluffy dog during your evening outing, you didn’t realize you’d also be finding the love of your life.

- for the yoongi to my jimin @sugaflake​ and special thanks to @excusemin​ for beta-reading!

Part of my Milestone Celebration Event! Check out the other fics here.

Holly had been gone for days and Yoongi... was not okay. He’d scoured the city, put up posters, called every animal shelter and pound within a fifty mile radius. To put it simply, Yoongi was losing his damn mind. If only that stupid wild rabbit hadn’t hopped across the lawn when Yoongi had let Holly out to go to the bathroom, none of this would’ve happened. Holly usually didn’t require a leash just to use the restroom so Yoongi hadn’t been worried when he’d let him out.

He should’ve been more aware of his surroundings, because Holly’s ears had perked up, his whole body going still before he darted off, chasing the rabbit. Yoongi had tried to run after him but had quickly lost sight of him, and it didn’t help that the sun had been setting when he’d let him out and the dark chill of the night had already taken over the warm summer breeze. 

Yoongi walked the streets for hours, calling out Holly’s name with a flashlight in hand. He brought the pup’s favorite treats, favorite toy, trying to lure him out had he been hiding somewhere, but his beloved pet was nowhere to be found. Yoongi was gutted, wondering if someone had abducted Holly, if he’d been run over, if something terrible had happened to him. What if he’d fallen down the draining system and was stuck, cold and scared and alone?

Yoongi didn’t sleep that night, or the nights thereafter, laying awake and constantly checking the local Facebook community pages, the lost pet websites, and the animal shelter sites, hoping for any sign of his baby, but it seemed like any attempt at a reunion was slowly becoming futile. Running out of ideas after searching the same empty streets for the 100th time, Yoongi felt hopeless.

He drowned his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey and far too much takeout for one person, his eyes traveling over to Holly’s dog bed, his favorite toy laying untouched inside of it. His eyes drifted to the many pictures of Holly he had framed around his apartment. Yoongi hung his head, feeling like he’d lost a piece of himself and feeling useless for being unable to bring Holly home. He sighed with a shaky exhale, willing the tears not to fall. That was when his doorbell rang.

You sat at a cute little café, enjoying the cool evening air and watching the sun slowly dip down into the horizon while you nibbled on your food halfheartedly. You weren’t hungry, but you weren’t ready to go home to your quiet, empty apartment. Your roommate and best friend had just moved out, opting to move in with her boyfriend instead, and you didn’t know how to handle the silence with her gone. You’d tried inviting a few friends to dinner, but everyone had been busy, so you sat alone on the patio of the small café with your sandwich, watching the birds.

Your pleasant thoughts were interrupted when you felt something press against your leg, and looked down to see a small, brown, fluffy dog had hopped up, pressing his tiny little paws into your skin. He whimpered pathetically, giving you his best puppy eyes and licked his lips, his eyes darting to your food. His tail wagged as you picked him up and sat him in your lap, even though he was dirty, his fur beginning to mat in a few places and he was covered in dried mud.

“Omg, hi little guy!” you cooed.

The small dog panted, his tongue sticking out and he seemed thirsty so you poured some of your water into your hand and allowed him to lap it up, then gave him a bite of your grilled chicken sandwich. He seemed to inhale the small taste of chicken, then sniffed at your plate. You just scooted it closer to the edge and let him have it. You scratched his head affectionately while he ate, then found under his fluffy fur was a collar, stating his name was Holly.

You giggled at the name, thinking it was cute for a boy dog, and you were glad he had a home, if not a little disappointed. You were more than willing to take the sweet pup in, especially after he’d finished eating and licked your cheek in a thank you and cuddled up in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked his back while you looked up the address on his collar. It wasn’t far. You decided you’d walk him there, his owner was probably missing him.

You dialed the number listed on the collar to alert the owner you were on the way, but it immediately went to voicemail and you ended the call with a frown. Sighing, you stood, leaving money for the food and tip, then carried Holly down the sidewalk, using your phone to navigate you. 

Holly didn’t squirm or try to leave your grip, he was simply along for the ride, panting heavily and sniffing the air as you walked, nearing a large apartment complex with a minimalistic design that looked very fancy. You entered the front door and took the elevator to the third floor, locating apartment 3C, and knocking gently.

You heard some clattering and some grumbling before the door swung open, revealing a blonde man in sweatpants, a scowl resting on his (quite attractive) face until he looked up and saw Holly.

“HOLLY!” he screamed, grabbing the dog from you and hugging him tightly, pressing kisses all over his face while Holly barked and wagged his tail excitedly, wiggling in the man’s arms and attempting to lick his face.

“Oh my god you’re okay! Where were you?! I was going crazy, I looked everywhere!” he whined, holding the dog up to his face as if he could give him any real answers, then held him close to his chest and hugged him.

Your quiet giggle seemed to remind him that you were there and his eyes darted over to you and he engulfed you in a hug as well, Holly pressed between your chests as he held you against him. Even with Holly inbetween you, you could feel the man’s body heat and his hips pressing against yours, and sparks shot clear to your fingertips.

“Thank you so much! Oh my gosh. I have missed him so much.”

“He is a very good boy, I can see why you missed him,” you smiled after taking a step back from him, attempting to put distance between you and clear up your foggy mind.

“Oh, the reward! You probably want the reward,” he spoke more to himself than you as he looked around for something.

“Reward? No. I just wanted to return your dog,” you shrugged.

“You don’t want the reward?”

“No.”

“Then how can I repay you?”

“You don’t have to?”

He stopped searching, turning to look at you, confusion written all over his face, Holly held in his tight grip.

“You don’t want anything?”

“No?”

“Well… would you at least stay for dinner? I would really like to thank you somehow and I ordered way too much Chinese takeout to drown my sorrows,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

 “What did you order?” you peeked past him, your stomach growling at the smell.

“General Tso’s and Chicken Chow Mein,” he offered sheepishly.

“Oh that sounds so good, since someone,” you sent the dog a pointed look with a smile, “ate my chicken sandwich.”

“I’m so sorry!” Yoongi immediately apologized.

“Oh no, I gave it to him of my own free will,” you smiled reassuringly.

“Well I definitely owe you dinner now. Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?”

Yoongi set Holly down, gently patting his head before walking over to wash his hands and open the fridge, pulling out a water once you’d requested one, and walking over to you. He sat beside you on his plush couch, offering you some chopsticks and letting you pick your entrée. 

“Thank you for dinner… what’s your name?” 

You glanced over at the attractive man to your right, his ears turning pink at the tips.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m Yoongi, it’s nice to meet you,” he extended his hand out and you took it in yours, that same zing of electricity shooting through your body, and you struggled to suppress the shiver.

“Nice to meet you Yoongi, I am Y/N.”

“Thank you so much for bringing Holly home, I was going insane without him. I thought he was gone forever…” Yoongi trailed off with a sigh, “you don’t know how thankful I am for you.”

“It was my pleasure, I even got free food,” you joked, sticking your tongue out.

Yoongi seemed to relax then, laughing along with you as the two of you ate and talked.  He was actually super funny and smart, telling you all about his life, his passions, and listening when you spoke. Yoongi told you he liked to rap and produce music, and had even let you listen to a couple of his songs. They were absolutely fantastic. He was extremely talented and you had no qualms with letting him know that, enjoying the way he’d look down with his hand on the back of his neck, tips of his ears tinted pink as he mumbled his gratitude.

You found him endearing, slowly being less intimidated (though not less affected) by his gorgeous appearance, since he was so humble and approachable once you got past his steely (gorgeous) face. Holly had taken it upon himself to snuggle in between the two of you, nestled up against your thighs and using both of you for warmth. You smiled fondly, reaching down to stroke his fur at the same time Yoongi had, your hands brushing and both of you pulling away quickly, heat rising to your cheeks. You glanced away and looked up at the clock, noticing it had been hours, though it had only felt like a few minutes.

“Oh wow, it’s getting late,” you slowly stood from the couch, your gaze shifting to Yoongi, “I should probably head home. Thank you for dinner.” 

“Yeah, I should probably give this one a bath. Thank you so much for bringing him home.” 

“Of course. I’ll see you later?” 

You bit your lip and prayed you didn’t sound as hopeful and needy as you felt. You wanted to see Yoongi again. You wanted to see his cute, gummy smile, hear his melodic laugh. You liked the way you felt around Yoongi, warm and free. Yoongi nodded enthusiastically, fishing his phone from his pocket and handing it over to you. Your fingers brushed as you took it, an involuntary shiver running down your spine before you typed in your contact information and bid him a goodnight, giving Holly one last head pat before you left.

Once you’d arrived home and changed into your pajamas, you laid in your bed, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You leaned over and checked your phone, seeing a text from an unsaved number.

Unknown [9:04pm]: Hope you made it home safe?

You smiled to yourself, saving Yoongi’s number before replying.

You [9:18pm] I did, thank you for checking.

Yoongi [9:20pm] Good. I’m glad. Sweet dreams, Y/N. 

You definitely had sweet dreams, filled with the sweetest smile and the most musical laugh you’d ever heard

Months went by and Yoongi had slowly become your best friend. You’d begun hanging out sporadically, but the more you got to know each other, the more time you spent together, (and the more the butterflies in your stomach began to swirl around any time the man smiled your way), until you were at Yoongi’s apartment more often than your own. You’d even left a toothbrush and a change of clothes there, as the two of you often got distracted and didn’t notice the time, having too much fun together, and Yoongi would encourage you to just sleep on the couch. 

You’d spend those nights with Holly cuddled up to your side, keeping you warm while you talked and joked with Yoongi about anything and nothing at all, which only served for your heart to continue to constrict from how deeply you had begun to feel for the sweet man.

As per usual, Yoongi was participating in some playful banter with you whilst the two of you continued to ignore the serial killer documentary you’d put on.

“I swear, that’s what I always called them growing up!” 

“Y/N, I have literally never heard that before in my entire life. Never in my 28 years of existing have I heard someone call a walk-in clinic a doc in a box,” Yoongi scoffed incredulously. 

“Well, that’s what my mom called them, what my grandma called them. Doc in a box, stop and rob, hairdryer cops-”

“What the fuck is a hairdryer cop?!”

“You know, the ones on the motorcycles? Their helmets look like the hairdryer caps at the salon!”

Yoongi leaned forward, placing the back of his hand on your forehead with a concerned look in his eyes.

“Are you sick? Do you have a fever? You’re clearly hallucinating.”

“Oh fuck off, Min. You’re just jealous you didn’t get to call gas stations stop and robs,” you huffed, shoving him away from irritation and also to put some distance between the beautiful man and your racing heart.

“Why would I ever want to?”

“Don’t be so mainstream, Yoongi,” you teased with a wink, causing him to roll his eyes and catch sight of the clock on the wall.

“Oh crap, it’s midnight,” Yoongi gasped.

“Ugh, I have work tomorrow,” you whined.

“Stay here tonight, I’ll drive you in the morning,” he shrugged.

You leaned over and wrapped your arms around him, knocking him off balance and sending him backwards on the couch, and squished his cheeks between your hands.

“Thank you, you’re the best!”

“Yeah, yeah, now get off me,” he playfully shoved you away and stood, fixing his sweater.

“Goodnight, Yoongiiiiiiiii.” 

“Goodnight, pain in my rear,” he winked at your feigned offense before walking down the hallway to his bedroom.

You snuggled up to Holly on the couch, listening to the soft whir of the air conditioner, and slowly fell asleep, warm and content. That was… until the nightmare started. 

You walked into Yoongi’s apartment uninvited, as usual, having become so accustomed to being there that you didn’t even knock anymore. You had his favorite pizza in hand as you leaned down to pet Holly, who let out a hostile growl when you got too close, baring his teeth and backing away from you. You watched him quizzically, wondering why the typically affectionate animal had become so angry.

You shrugged it off and set the pizza down on the counter, walking down the hall towards Yoongi’s bedroom and giving a quick courtesy knock before entering. You stopped dead in your tracks when your eyes landed on Yoongi’s bare backside as he pistoned his hips in and out of some woman you’d never seen before, her high pitched moans so loud you wondered how you hadn’t heard them before you entered.

You tried to shut the door before they saw you but Yoongi whipped around, fire in his eyes that were directed right at you, making you feel about two inches tall. You apologized profusely, backing up with your hands in the air before shutting the door and bolting down the hallway, attempting to flee his apartment as quickly as possible. Holly darted out in front of you, barking ferociously as though you were some sort of threat, an intruder.

“What the hell, Y/N?! Why would you come barging into my house like that?”

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I thought we could do pizza night like usual, I didn’t know you had company,” you floundered, stumbling over your words as Yoongi glared at you from his space by the couch, his shorts haphazardly thrown on his body.

“You don’t fucking live here, you’re not my girlfriend, you’re nothing to me! I’m so sick of you coming around whenever you feel like it. Thanks for bringing my dog home, but he’s safe now. I don’t need you anymore,” Yoongi seethed, getting right up in your face.

“But… but you’re my best friend…” you whimpered.

Yoongi let out a harsh, condescending laugh.

“Best friend?! You’re not my best friend, you're nothing. I was bored and you were there, but now I don’t need entertainment. You can go. For good.”

“Yoongi…”

“You’re so fucking pathetic. Can’t you just leave? I don’t want you here,” he hissed, pointing towards the door, “get the fuck out.”

“Yoongi, please-”

“Just stay away from me, you freak!”

You woke up gasping for air and clutched Holly close to your chest, him giving a quiet, frightened yip at your unexpected action. You stroked his head softly, your whole body shivering as you tried your best to shake off the fear that seemed to chill you straight through to your bones. You took deep breaths, turned the light on, and drank a glass of water but nothing was putting you at ease. 

You glanced down the hallway towards Yoongi’s room, wondering if he’d be annoyed if you woke him up. You slowly tip-toed your way towards his bedroom door and cracked it open slowly, attempting to make minimal amounts of noise. The light from the hallway barely illuminated the room but it was enough for you to see Yoongi’s sleeping form, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. You smiled to yourself. 

You didn’t want to disturb him, and you wanted to go back to the couch, you really did. But you just couldn’t shake the images of the fire in his eyes. You needed to know Yoongi was okay, that he didn’t really hate you. You snuck into the room, sitting gently on the edge of Yoongi’s bed. You watched his chest rise and fall for a moment, your gaze shifting to his serene face.

Before you could think better of it, you reached out and gently stroked the side of his cheek, letting the tip of your finger run along his smooth skin and feel its warmth. Yoongi’s eyelashes fluttered, but he didn’t move. Still, you froze, waiting for him to settle before you continued. You brushed his hair out of his eyes gently, and nearly screamed when a hand softly wrapped around your own. You glanced down and saw Yoongi’s eyes open, though fluttering with the strain to remain that way.

“Y/N?” he asked groggily.

“Hey, sorry, I uh… couldn’t sleep,” you trailed off, looking away and willing your voice not to crack.

But it did. Yoongi slowly shuffled into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his fists before placing his attention on you. He watched the way your shoulders slumped and you avoided eye contact, taking slow, shaky breaths.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid,” you sighed, twirling your fingers around each other.

“It’s not if it’s got you this worked up. Come on, talk to me,” he urged, placing a hand on your back and rubbing soothing patterns.

You could feel the warmth of his skin soaking through your shirt and your body relaxed from the slightest touch from him. You sighed and turned to face him, biting your lip nervously.

“I had a dream that you… that something really bad… and I just… I tried not to be a baby about it, I mean I’m not a child, I can handle a bad dream, but it just felt so real and I…” you choked on your words, a single tear slipping from your burning eyes.

Yoongi pulled you into his body wordlessly, allowing you to fall apart on his shoulder. He held you close, though that was seemingly unnecessary given the way you were clinging onto him for dear life, as though he’d disappear if you let go.You were certain that if either of you pulled away, for even a moment, that you would fall apart and be nothing but debris stuck in the carpet of Yoongi’s bedroom.

Yoongi let you cry, slowly rocking your body back and forth along with his to soothe you, rubbing gentle shapes into your back, stroking your hair, and humming softly until you went lax in his hold, your body weight pressing into his chest. Your deep, even breathing told him you’d fallen asleep, likely exhausted from the toll your emotional breakdown had taken on your body. Yoongi slowly maneuvered you so that you were laying beside him, careful not to wake you. He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you flush against him, if only to make you feel safe. At least, that's what he told himself.

Waking up without Holly tucked into your arms felt strange, but waking up next to Yoongi felt… right. Yoongi still had an arm wrapped around you, and you were snuggled into his warm chest. You felt safe, happy. You sighed with content and flipped over before you snuggled closer to him, your head resting against his chest. Yoongi groaned sleepily, turning onto his back and pulling you with him so that you could lay on his chest more comfortably.

Yoongi didn’t open his eyes, but his voice came out low and a little rough and entirely too enticing when he asked you, “How are you feeling?” 

“Better, thank you. I’m sorry about last night, I don’t know what came over me,” you sighed, fiddling with a stray thread on his shirt.

“Don’t apologize, you were scared and needed comfort. There’s nothing wrong with that. I will always keep you safe, Y/N. Now that you’re awake and calm… do you want to talk about it? You seemed really upset.”

You sighed, sitting up and facing Yoongi, who also sat up, his eyes meeting yours with a soft look, quiet and patient, waiting for you to speak.

“I just… I had this terrifying dream that something awful had happened to you and it felt so real.. And I just couldn’t stop picturing it, losing you, and I can’t lose you, Yoongi. You’re my best friend, my rock, you’re everything to me. You are where I go when I’m sad, when I’m scared, when I’m happy. You’re my favorite person in the entire world and I can’t imagine a world without you in it. I don’t want to imagine a world without you in it, and I don’t think I could survive one. I just…” you trailed off with a sigh, hanging your head and willing the tears forming not to fall.

“You’re always there, to comfort me, to celebrate with me, and I love doing those things for you too. I guess it just smacked me in the face with how important you really are to me and how much I appreciate you and need you in my life.”

Yoongi’s face softened even more at your words, and he reached out to wipe away the stray tear that had escaped your watering eyes.

“I promise, I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he grinned when you giggled at his attempt at a joke, “and I feel the same way. I’m so glad you’re in my life, Y/N. You’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for. I didn’t realize there was a missing piece in my life until you showed up. You didn’t just find Holly that day, you found me too. I didn’t even know I was lost.”

You were at a loss for words, watching Yoongi’s eyes swim with an emotion you couldn’t name, neither of you daring to look away, seemingly caught in a trace, bound by the spell of each other’s presence. Without realizing it, or maybe it was subconscious, you’d both begun to lean closer like magnets. Your souls drawn to each other, no longer able to fight the connection, the pull to be closer. 

Yoongi’s eyes flickered to your lips in a silent plea for permission, and you gave the faintest of nods, closing the gap yourself and pressing your lips to his in a soft, tentative kiss. His soft, sweet lips pressed against your own felt like coming home, and you couldn’t get enough. You shifted closer, putting more pressure on the kiss and Yoongi wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into his lap.

The kiss deepened, the two of you working together to explore each other, hands roaming, tongues dancing, hearts beating in sync. You pulled away, barely a hair away and rested your forehead on his, your breathing shallow and labored.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I think I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You are so beautiful, so kind, so perfect.”

“I love you too, Yoongi. So, so much.” 

Yoongi’s smile could’ve lit up the entire sky, his eyes shone with so much joy and adoration that you almost wanted to be sick, in the best way. Yoongi ran tender fingertips up and down the expanse of your arm slowly, his eyes locked on yours, your breaths mingling as neither of you moved away. You were certain if you put any space between the two of you that you would simply melt into a pile of goo on his plush carpet. 

The silence was comfortable, safe. Being in Yoongi’s arms was like coming home from war, finally feeling peace wash through your body as you spot your safe haven on the horizon after being gone for so long, constantly searching for a place to belong. You belonged with Yoongi, tucked up in his tiny apartment with his arms wrapped securely around you while you watched the sun begin to filter through the curtains covering the windows.

“Yoongi?”

“Hmmm?” 

You leaned in again, capturing his lips in another kiss, this one slightly more urgent. You worked your lips against his own, letting your tongue roam his mouth, and pressing your body closer to his. You wanted him. You wanted to show him how much you loved him. How much you craved him. Your fingers danced up his shirt, feeling his warm skin against your palms, and you lifted the hem just a bit, just enough to get your point across, sending a questioning look his way.

Yoongi assisted you in removing his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside while your eyes raked over his newly exposed flesh. Of course you’d seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not for your eyes alone. Your lips attached themselves to Yoongi’s neck, kissing your way down and along his collarbone. You gently pressed him into the mattress, hovering above him and allowing your lips to travel farther down, ghosting across his pert nipples as you continued your journey. 

Yoongi sucked in a shaky breath that had you smiling to yourself, a feeling of victory washing over you, especially once you reached the hem of his sweats, your lips and tongue dancing along the skin just above them. Yoongi groaned, squirming underneath your teasing. You looked up at him, finger tucked under the waistband as you waited for his permission.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N? We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready-”

“I want this. I want you. If you want me,” you bit your lip in an attempt to hide your nerves.

“I want you. So badly.”

Your heart soared at the confession, and you swiftly freed him of his sweats and boxers, letting his thick, leaking member to spring free of its confines. Your mouth watered at the sight of his swollen head, and you leaned down to lick the precum free of it, causing a strangled noise to erupt from Yoongi. The sound was music to your ears, sending electricity straight down to your core, enticing you to take Yoongi’s length into your warm mouth.

Yoongi threw his head back when you wrapped your lips around his member, slowly pushing your head down to take more of him into your wet warmth. Your name tumbled from his lips in soft whimpers, almost like a prayer. You worked your mouth along his cock, twirling your tongue around the tip each time you moved your head back, attempting to take him deeper each time until his head hit the back of your throat, making sure to hollow your cheeks while you sucked the life out of the man falling apart beneath you.

Yoongi was almost embarrassed how quickly he reached his high under your ministrations, your skillful mouth and tongue bringing him close to the edge in nearly record time. The fact that he hadn’t had sex since he’d met you probably played a role in it, not interested in anyone but you since he saw your kind eyes and bright smile.  

“Y/N...close,” he groaned out.

You kept working his length, reaching up to cup his balls and massage them gently, and that sent Yoongi over the edge, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat with a cry of your name, and you swallowed every last drop he gave you before climbing back up his body and pressing a kiss to his lips, parted with his shuddering breaths.

“Holy shit,” he managed to say between his panting, “that was amazing.”

“Mmm.. I’m glad you liked it,” you giggled, trailing your nail gently over his chest, grazing his nipple once more, causing him to shiver.

“Allow me to repay the favor,” he smirked, flipping you over so you were now on your back.

“As lovely as that sounds, I really just want you to fuck me.”

“Don’t I need to prep you first, baby?”

“Mmm.. no. I’m ready. I’m so wet for you, want you so bad, Yoongi...” you trailed off, biting your lip seductively and leading his hand down to your core to feel the juices flowing there.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” he whispered in awe.

“For you. Please, Yoongi.”

Yoongi wasted no more time, dexterous fingers ridding you of all clothing as quickly as he could, his naked body hovering over yours once more, skin to skin as he began to kiss along the swell of your breasts before taking a pebbled bud into his mouth, sucking gently and barely scraping his teeth along it while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Your desperate whimpers fueled him on as he lined his member up with your core, giving you one last questioning look, but sliding inside your drenched heat when you sent him a reassuring smile, nodding slightly while tangling your fingers in his bed-head. 

Yoongi’s cock had felt large in your mouth, but you were in no way prepared for the delicious sting it would bring upon stretching out your walls, filling you up so perfectly that you swore you might actually faint. Yoongi let you adjust to his size before he started moving, pulling out until just the tip rest inside your inviting hole before plunging back in and building up a rhythm. 

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Yoongi grunted as he worked his shaft in and out of your pussy, hitting all the right spots every time. 

“Me too,” you admitted breathlessly, clawing at his back to try and ground yourself, “love you Yoongi.”

“I love you, baby girl, so so much.”

A few more deep, precise thrusts had you digging your nails into the skin of his shoulder blades, clinging to him as though you’d float away if you didn’t.

“Yoongi!” you moaned, back arching up and your chest meeting his.

“Close, baby? You gonna cum for me? Let go for me,” he encouraged, coaxing you off the edge with a softly spoken “come on, be my good girl.”

You climaxed with a cry of his name, clutching onto his quivering body as he came with you, painting your walls white with warm spurts of cum, filling you up again in a different, but oh so wonderful way. Your body shook as you came down from your high, hiding your face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck as he held you close.

Moments passed in a comfortable silence before Yoongi forced himself to part from you, watching with rapt attention as his seed seeped from your battered hole when he pulled his softening member out. He licked his lips at the sight, before picking you up bridal style in his arms, ignoring your shriek of surprise. 

“Where are we going?” you asked, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck and snuggling into his embrace.

“We’re going to run a bath, get you all cleaned up. You do have work today, remember?”

“Oh. Ugh.”

“You know… you could… just call in… spend the day in bed with me…”

“Mmm.. that sounds amazing.” 

You called into work, using one of your personal days and took a relaxing bath tucked into Yoongi’s embrace while he tenderly ran the loofah along your back and arms, and possibly across some more erogenous zones a few times as well, which earned him a halfhearted swat from you. After drying off and putting on one of his larger t shirts, you spent the day snuggled up on the couch with Yoongi and Holly, watching movies, eating snacks, and basking in the beginning of forever with your best friend.