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vintagebishx · 1 year ago

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FOR THE FIRST TIME theodore nott

PAIRINGS: theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader

WARNINGS: fluff fluff fluff, use of she/her pronouns!, i used all lower caps.

SUMMARY: in which, the usual womaniser finds himself in love with a girl who doesn’t even know his name…

“ITS JUST LIKE SEEING HER,

FOR THE FIRST TIME,

AGAIN…”

“The first time you caught my eye

it was not love at first sight.

Instead a quiet curiosity was

planted in my chest and i knew

it was only a matter of time before

you sunk beneath my bones and

nurtured this deep seated familiarity

into a love so fierce that

i would question if i had

ever been in love before”.

THOSE WERE THE words that theo scribbled down in his journal as he sat in the middle of the courtyard amongst other students on the hot and surprisingly toasty day in Hogwarts. he finally dropped the pencil in his hand as his eyes averted back over to the sight before him, y/n.

theo wasn’t normally one for poetry but ever since the first time he had ever saw her, it was all he could think about.

he found himself in a never ending cycle of writing, constantly writing his feelings and thought down whenever she crossed his mind which was all the time.

it was like she had unknowingly helped him discover a part of himself that he was unaware of.

his gaze stuck to her face that was glowing due to the sun hitting her perfect caramel skin. she sat peaceful on the green grass with a big book opened in her hands, one that seemed to capture all of her attention.

his eyes then traveled down to her hands, her hands that were decorated with multiple rings and her wrists that wore a few bracelets.

she wore a sleeveless v-neck jumper on top of a long sleeved shirt as her yellow tie was tied perfectly. she wore two necklaces which hung and rested against his the tie.

he watched as the slight breeze in the air blew into her brown, perfectly curly, and volumed hair which also had a sunflower tucked into the side of her hair slightly matching her yellow, Hufflepuff tie. he wanted so badly to talk to her, to get to know her, to be near her, but he instead found himself gawking from afar and silently hoping that she would at least turn and look his way.

but wether he talked to her or not, even him just being able to look at her was enough to fuel his slight obsession with the girl.

she was special.

she was like the coffee he needed to energise him in the morning, or even the warmth he needed on a cold and gloomy day.

she was the sunshine that could light up any dark room.

with every minute he spent staring at her, he grew even more curious by the second. he wanted to know everything about her.

he wanted to know why she always wore that one bracelet, why she always seemed to read books published by the same author, why she always played with her hair while reading or even why she always came to the courtyard alone at the same time everyday and sat at the same spot too.

he was intrigued by her, she was different.

he didn’t want to say it in a corny way, but she wasn’t like all the other girls in Hogwarts. she kept to herself, had friends but never minded being alone, was always sweet to everyone, and didn’t care how others viewed her.

classic Hufflepuff.

if you had asked him a year ago today if he thought a hufflepuff would ever had him feeling this way, he probably would’ve laughed in your face. what made it worse was that he was presented with so many chances to go and talk to the girl but instead, he froze up and got lost in all of the words that he wanted to say which was nothing like him.

it was like she had casted an irreversible spell that only pulled him closer and closer to her.

“are you okay?” a voice suddenly spoke, causing him to break from his deep gaze.

he looked away from the girl and looked up which finally revealed mattheo, “oh- yeah, yeah!” he spoke as he cleared his throat and silently hoped that his slight infatuation with the girl wasn’t too obvious to his best friend.

mattheo furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at his friend who was sat alone, “really? cause if you ask me, it looks like little miss Hufflepuff has you distracted…” he spoke with a small smirk.

“what? no!” theo quickly denied as he jerked his head back at his friends’ words.

matteheo took a moment to look down at the notebook that was sat on theo’s lap as he took notice to all the words written down that he struggled to read due to how far it was, “and what is this?” he asked as he suddenly knelt down to pick up the notebook, and got back up on his feet.

a sudden feeling of panic took over theo’s body as he hadn’t told anybody about his recent passion for poetry that was fuelled due to y/n.

“the first time you caught my eye it was love at first sight,” mattheo began as he read out of theo’s notebook. theodore was quick to stand up in attempts to grab the notebook from his friends’ hand but failed as mattheo continuously swerved his attempts.

“i knew it was only a matter of time before you sunk beneath my bones?” mattheo continued with a surprised tone at what he was hearing.

he had never heard theodore speak ever so passionately before.

“into a love so fierce-” “give me that!” theo interrupted his words as he finally grabbed the notebook from him.

his cheeks were tinted with a light red pigment as a small feeling of embarrassment grew inside of his system.

“your in love?” mattheo spoke with a laugh, “your in love with a hufflepuff?” he continued.

theo rolled his eyes at his words, “can you stop?” he spoke with an irritated tone.

“she’s more than that…” he began, “she’s special, s-she’s like a breath of fresh air in a world filled with copies of each other.” he spoke, his words filled with love as he brought his gaze back to y/n.

her peaceful presence finally bringing back that safe feeling in the pit of his stomach.

mattheo just stood there with his mouth slightly agape, realisation finally taking over him. his friend wasn’t just in love, he was deeply in love.

“wow… it’s worse than i thought, your infatuated nott.” mattheo said in a shocked tone.

he took a moment to look at theo, who put his head down in defeat as his friend uncovered his hidden feelings.

there was a reason as to why he had never told his friend about his liking towards the girl and it was simply because, he wasn’t used to it.

he wasn’t used to liking somebody, at all.

he wasn’t used to constantly thinking about somebody every single moment of the day, or having your heart beat faster at not only the sight of them, but the sound of their name. he wasn’t used to only being happy if he saw a certain someone, or not being able to sleep because of somebody disrupting his thoughts. he just wasn’t used to any of it.

he thought that y/n was just another girl that he would’ve liked for at least two days then gotten over her but no, the past three weeks of non-stop thoughts about her made it clear that it was more than just a crush and that he had to talk to her.

at first he was a little mad at the innocent girl as he wanted to know if she had put a spell over him, but he realised it was all him.

he craved her.

“why don’t you go talk to her, i mean you are theodore n-” “no!” theodore quickly interrupted his friend.

just the thought of her even looking at him made his nerves come to play.

mattheo took a moment to analyse his friends’ body language before letting out a loud laugh, “there’s no way,” he began, “are you… nervous?” he laughed out.

theo rolled his eyes due to it probably being mattheo’s tenth time laughing at him.

“i-i’m not, i just don’t know what i’d say to her.” he explained himself, “since when have you had trouble talking to girls nott? your clearly nervous.” mattheo laughed a little more before stopping.

“you know what?” mattheo spoke which caused theo to listen, “your gonna go over there and just speak whatever comes to mind.” he said.

theodore’s eyes widened at his words, he wasn’t prepared to even be near the girl let alone talk to her.

“what? no i’m not-” his words were interrupted by mattheo who grabbed the boys’ arm and began pulling him towards where the girl was peacefully sat, “yes you are!” mattheo spoke, simply ignoring the boy who was trying to rebel and pull away from his strong hold.

“no i’m not, now fuck off!” theo spoke harshly as he began using his strength to try and pull away but mattheo wasn’t having it.

“yes you are!” mattheo protested as he let go of theo before giving him one final strong push, pushing him right in front of the girl and causing him to drop his notebook onto the floor.

the commotion and sudden figure blocking her from the sun was enough to make y/n finally bring her head up from her book, she looked up to find the brunette boy staring right at her which slightly had her confused.

he looked a little anxious, as if he had been scared.

an awkward smile took over the girls’ face, “um, hello…” she said hesitantly as he did come from nowhere, “can i help you or?…” she continued.

but theo just stood there, like an idiot.

what am i doing, say something. he told himself mentally as he knew how stupid he looked, this was seriously unlike him.

“uhh, i-um,” he muttered out, “no!” he finally spat out as he finally moved out of his frozen state that he was once in before.

and there it was. the usually cool, and laid-back theodore nott was not tripping over his words and struggling on how to even form a sentence.

“oh…” y/n spoke, not really knowing what to tell him as she just continued to look up at him.

her eyes left his as she began to look at the grass, noticing a random, and unfamiliar notebook beside her.

“is this yours?” she asked him before she picking it up, “um yeah.” theo nervously spoke.

just then, y/n’s eyes scanned the page that was open. she quickly realising that it was a poem, her eyes lit up as she looked back at him.

“wait, did you write this?” she asked him as she stared right at him, waiting for a response.

theo’s eyes grew wide at the fact that she looked at the poem that he had made about her, his heart beats sped up due to a little embarrassment.

“y-yeah, but i’m not really a writer so-” “are you kidding me? i love poems!” she exclaimed, interrupted his words.

she took a moment to look a with a wide smile, the smile that made him want to melt.

“why don’t you sit down?” she offered which made him become shocked, “i mean unless you don’t want to then-” “no of course i do!” he suddenly spoke before walking a little closer to her, kneeling down, and sitting right next to her on the grass.

theo turned around and took a moment to look at the girl, this was the closest he had ever been to her and definitely the longest, and the first time, he had ever talked to her.

he took a good and long look at the girl, she was even prettier when closer.

her shoulder lengthened curls captured her face perfectly as they were as healthy as ever, she had a few small brown freckles on her face which is something he had never gotten to notice until now, he also didn’t notice how high her cheekbones were either. her full straight eyebrows were what made her face even more perfect as her almond shaped eyes topped her look off. his eyes then flickered to her her full, succulent lips which were as soft as ever. to top things off, her beautiful skin glowed ever so gently as the sun bounced off her face.

she was perfect… no, ethereal.

her smell too, she smelled addictive.

her sweet vanilla, tonka bean, red berries and mandarin scent was what drew the boy crazy. it made him want to be near her forever and ever.

“do you mind if i read this?” she asked him nicely before turning around and looking him looking him right into his eyes, “uh, sure.” he spoke as he quickly got out of whatever trance he was in.

it wasn’t like she would know it was about her anyways, he thought to himself.

y/n’s eyes went down the page as she read the poem, his writing style completely had her drawn as if it were written about her.

“oh my gosh, this is so beautifully written.” she complimented as she still looked at the notebook, she couldn’t believe how well he had managed to portray his feelings onto the paper.

she turned to look at him, “i-i mean, you sunk beneath my bones and nurtured this deep seated familiarity into a love so fierce? beautiful.” she recited his words as she continued to stare at him, impressed by how poetic he was.

theo’s eyes widened at her sudden compliments, he felt his cheeks heat up.

“thank you…” he muttered as a small smile came across his face, “who is this about?” she suddenly asked him.

theodore cleared his throat, “um, p-pardon?” he nervously asked even though he had heard her perfectly, he was just caught up by her question and did not know what to say.

a smile took over the girls’ face as she let out a breathy laugh, God that smile…

“i said, who is this about? i mean it’s so deep, there has to be someone because this isn’t something you can just make up…” she explained to him, and she was right. there was somebody who had inspired him to make the poem and it was her.

but he couldn’t tell her that.

how was he meant to explain to her that he wrote her a whole love poem, and many more, that a wife’s own husband could probably never make up if he tried.

how could he explain that for the past three weeks, she had been running endlessly through his mind?

how could he explain that every time he saw her, it felt like seeing her for the first time again?

how could he explain that in a world full of chaos, she was the peace in his presence?

he felt himself choke up due to nerves, he really did not know what to say to her. he was confused. he was confused on how this girl had so much power over him without even realising.

“a girl.” he managed to finally spit out, “it’s um, it’s about this girl.” he continued.

his eyes wandered her perfectly crafted face before opening his mouth to speak some more, “there’s this one girl who is beautiful. s-she’s sweet, kind and has been stuck in my mind almost everyday.” he spoke, “but the thing is… i haven’t talked to her yet”.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows, “well if you haven’t spoken to her before, then how do you know she’s all of those things?” she questioned curiously.

“because for three weeks i’ve been sat there like an idiot gawking at her, watching her interact with others instead of being a man and attempting to talk to her.” he explained, “there’s just something about her, she’s absolutely perfect.” he rambled on.

a smile that spread on her face exposed her pearly whites to him, “sounds like your in love!” she said excitedly.

“why can’t you just try and speak to her?” she asked curiously.

theo chucked as he brought his head down before bringing back up and look at her again, “because she makes me nervous, and i never get nervous around girls.” he said.

“but she’s different… she’s not like the rest of them, she’s even better.” he said as he was now getting lost in her beautiful brown eyes that seemed to have more colour due to the sun, “s-she’s special.” he muttered as he dropped his eyes to her lips.

it took everything in him to not just take her in his arms and give her the biggest hug ever, but he stopped himself.

y/n examined the boy and his body language, it was really no secret that he was in love. she had seen many of her friends fall in love so she was pretty good at detecting when somebody was undergoing symptoms of the contagious disease of love.

just as she was about to respond to his words, a voice interrupted her words.

“y/n? y/n!” a voice spoke causing them both to turn their heads, revealing a blonde girl in hufflepuff uniform that theo had recognised from one of his classes, her name was scarlett.

“oh hi scar!” y/n exclaimed happily, her eyes lighting up as she saw her dearest friend.

“i’ve been looking for you everywhere, everyone has!” she said excitedly as she got closer to the duo sitting down on the grass.

“we need to go, it’s girls night tonight and we need to start getting ready remember?” scarlett reminded her friend which caused y/n to gasp, “oh my goodness, how could i forget?” y/n questioned herself.

she grabbed her tote bag and shoved her book in there before standing up. scarlett held her hand out, which y/n took happily and began to walk with her.

however, y/n’s movements came to a halt.

theo watched as y/n mumbled a few words to her friend before turning back around and making her way back over to him, causing him to smile a little.

“i’m so sorry, i never got your name.” she spoke, “so incredibly rude of me.” she rambled on which only caused theo to look up at her and smile due to how cute she was.

his was also slightly shaken at the fact that she really didn’t know who he was, he believed that he had made quite the reputation for himself so it shocked him.

he stood up from the ground, his tall frame now meaning that she was the one looking up at him.

“theodore, theodore nott.” he informed her, holding his hand out in hopes that she didn’t deny his request.

his nerves died down as she accepted his request and shook his hand, “i’m happy i met you theo.” she smiled. her smooth hands felt like something he had been missing his whole life.

“wait can i call you that?” she asked frantically, she didn’t want to offend somebody she had just met.

theodore smiled at how cute she was being in that moment, “of course you can… you can call me whatever you want.” he said, slightly regretting what he last said as he didn’t want to embarrass himself even though it was probably too late.

but y/n just let out a laugh. not one that was degrading, but one that made him realise that she found what he said funny which honestly calmed him down.

y/n finally let his hand go before giving him a heart warming smile and walking off as he just stood their and watch her skip over to her friend with a smile planted on his face.

“you see, now that wasn’t hard was it?” mattheo asked his friend cockily as he came out from his hiding spot behind the tree.

but theo didn’t hear him.

instead, he continued to watch the girl walk further, and further away as his stomach did somersaults.

poem made by: Lyra Wren

border creds: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

AUTHOR SPEAKS! i kind of based this off of an unpublished draft so if i post something familiar to this, it’s cause i described the character in the same way as the draft

i hope you guys enjoyed this though!!

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ram-bles · 7 months ago

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Hello! Is it okay if you can write mouthwashing headcannons of how the crew members would react to the reader randomly attacking them with kisses? If you want to stick with one person, then I was thinking, Anya? (If you want someone else, then that's okay too!)

Have a great day/afternoon/night

tulpar crew x gn!reader

smooch attack headcanons.

⚠️ pushy jimmy. everything else is chill. not proof read.

[note: sorry I've been out for long everyone! I had some stuff come up but I'm doing some progress on the things you guys send! I hope you enjoy these imagines]

[ Anya ]

🟦 giggling mess if done right

🟦 if you do it, please don't jump her.

🟦 sth like swooping in first before kissing her. small signals that it's you.

Her eyes were glued onto the shelf, searching for that one book she needed. It was usually there. Did I misplace it? Her thoughts were immediately silenced by a hand taking hers, swift yet carefully. Her body tensed up by instinct but when she realized it was you, it had her giggling as you planted soft kisses on her knuckles. You raise the book that you hid from your back while you entered. "Sorry! I was reading it earlier." "I don't mind at all, don't worry." Anya shakes her head with a smile and cups your cheek and you beam. That was one of the small signals she gave that says she's fine with this. She brushes your cheek for a moment as you lean into her touch, then you feel her carefully tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. You immediately wrap your arms around her waist and lean in for a kiss- kisses. Lots of them. You start off on her cheek, then her nose, her eyelids, her forehead, then a peck to her lips and she was softly laughing the whole time, both from the affection and how ticklish it was.

[ Curly ]

🩹 Not a fan of PDA either. you gotta do it when you both get privacy.

🩹 So you do it with every chance you get.

You spot Jimmy lingering back at the lounge without your beloved Captain? You're beelining towards the cockpit. Alone in the kitchen? You're on him. Hallways? Oh, Captai—in! Even if he scolds and chastises you for it, he loves it. He does the same anyways. One time though, you were both in the lounge reading together when you eventually got bored. You peek at your partner who was heavily invested at the article when suddenly the item gets pushed away and replaced by you on his lap. Before he could even warn you, you grabbed his face and showered him with kisses. Curly gives in and hugs you, it should be alright since no one's here, right? He'll let it slide for now. When you part, he had a stupid grin on his face. "Darling, have I ever taught you how to aim?" With a chuckle, you shake your head and you both lean in for a kiss. "How does a lesson tonight in your quarters sound, Captain?" "Perhaps we could reschedule for an earlier time. How does right now sound?" "Perfect."

[ Daisuke ]

🌺 Usually, it's him who does the guerilla attacks. It's a little game you guys play. The more of a surprise kiss streak you have, the better.

🌺 So far he's on the lead, but not for long.

You had to borrow Anya's lipstick for this. Carefully planned this siege (it only took like 10 minutes). Daisuke had just finished doing inventory, Swansea's back in utility and you're by the storage closet by the hallway and you hear familiar footsteps. In approximately 5.0224 seconds, your target is going to pass by the said storage room aka your location right now. You brace for it, nervous. You push your doubts that it was another person for now and just go for it. Slamming your partner onto the wall as he squeals, you shut the door and yank on the string to turn the light on. It was dim but you could see the look on his face and you burst out laughing. "Dude, I thought we had some psycho hiding up in here! I thought I was gonna die!" "Yeah, you will." "Fuck you mean by tha— mpFfF?!" Your lips smash against his and you could tell some of the lipstick smeared. His awkward tense pose loosens up and his hands move away from the walls to your hips as he returns it and you part as he tries not to chase after you. "Got ya' good, huh?" "Whaaaaat?" He drawls out with a voice crack, looking away. "I don't know man, you gotta do that again so we can find out." With a pffsh, you start kissing him everywhere, his beauty marks, his lips, cheeks, jaw, neck, probably even on his collar. Next thing you know, you both pop out the storage room, Swansea looking like he almost had a heart attack while he stares at the both of you in judgement. Daisuke had a lovestruck expression while his face, neck, and shirt collars were filled with lipstick marks and yours were smudged on your lips.

[ Jimmy ]

🔪 he hates it. he likes it so much he hates it.

🔪 prefers doing it himself though.

Shitty day as always. He wasn't in the mood and he can't bother you which made his day a whole lot worse. It's stupid, why was he so dependent over your attention. It should be the other way around. Once you were done with your shift, you decided to find the co-pilot. At his usual thinking spot, chewing on a toothpick. God, he needs his nicotine. You were silent, only walking towards his way, too busy with his thoughts to even notice you. Not until you plant a kiss on his cheek and his head whips to your direction, almost bumping heads. You smile and peck his lips this time. "You okay?" Were you pitying him? "Fuckin' peachy." Suddenly, you were pressed up against the wall, caged in-between his arms and you look up at him confused. He flicks the toothpick somewhere and he starts peppering your face with kisses. It was all soft at first, not until he nips at your lip before kissing you roughly. Your lips would probably bruise later on.

[ Swansea ]

🦢 this can be interpreted as romantic/familial honestly

🦢 he seems annoyed by it but in reality, he thinks it's sweet. never admitting it though.

Wake rock was softly playing in the background. You were busy cleaning up in the utility room while Swansea was repairing some wires when he suddenly flinches and cusses loudly, shaking his hand. He got grounded. Now he's grumbling over where Daisuke was when he needed him to do the work. Probably needed to release his frustrations elsewhere by light-heartedly shit talking his intern. You knew he didn't mean it. Tilting your head curiously, you moved closer, peeking over his shoulder to watch him work for a moment. And just when he moves his hands away from the box, you hug him from the side and kiss his cheek repeatedly. "Jesus! Warn a man will ya'?!" "I'm done cleaning! I'll go on break now, boss!" "Yeah, yeah." He huffs. Unbeknownst to you, he had a small smile on his face as he continued working. Seriously, who does this to their mentor? Kids these days.

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fish145 · 10 days ago

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in sickness and in health

Aemond Targaryen x Wife!Reader | Arranged marriage

summary: After Aemond gets sick, you, his wife, take it upon yourself to take care of him. And he doesn't want you to. Or does he?

warnings: some swearing, insecurities (him), PiV, fingering, sloppy make-outs, Aemond is a little mean, creampie (this is fiction, use protection), not really enemies to lovers but he doesnt really like you......at first

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Note: hello i am back. also i giggled writing this ngl

MDNI

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Aemond didn't love you. At least, not really. He knew his marriage had been nothing more than a political match, and he always did what was expected of him.

But he didn't love you.

It had been hard for you, at first. Especially the first few weeks. When you were younger, you had dreamt of a loving marriage with a handsome husband. And while your husband was handsome, your marriage was not loving.

It was late, and you were sitting on a chaise in your shared chambers. Outside it was pouring, every now and then a lightning flash drawing your attention. Aemond had left right after dinner, wanting to fly with Vhagar to ‘clear his mind’,

You believed it was just an excuse for him not to spend time with you.

And now, hours later, he was still gone. You were worried for him, worried that he might get struck by lightning, or perhaps even deadly sick from the cold wind and the heavy rain.

You sighed again, standing up and looking out of the window. It was pitch dark outside. You knew your husband was smart, deadly so, but still…

You turned quickly when you heard the door creak open, revealing him. Utterly soaked to the bone.

His long white hair was curly from the rain, and the cloak he was wearing was dripping rain onto the stone floor.

“Aemond…” you said softly, stepping a bit closer to him. But he didn't reply. He didn't even look into your direction.

He walked towards the dining table, removing his cloak and hanging it over a wooden chair.

His boots were caked in mud, his tunic and breeches clearly wet as well. He walked over to the fireplace, sitting down on the divan. You fidgeted with your hands, moving to grab a soft cloth from your nightstand.

“You’re soaked,” you said, slowly moving over to him and holding out the fabric to him, “you’ll get sick if you don't remove your wet clothes, or… or at least take a warm bath.”

He didn't accept the cloth, however, deciding the fireplace was far more interesting to look at than you.

“I am not some weakling to fall ill from the rain,” he replied, standing back up again. He turned his back to you, his hands unclasping his sword belt and hanging it off the side of another chair. “I have ridden Vhagar countless of times in worse weather than this,” he said gruffly, and you weren't sure if he was bragging or simply stating a fact. “I will not fall ill from this.”

His tone was cold and dismissive, his eye scanning his dagger for any imperfections. “Do not worry about me, wife,” he said, and the way he said the word wife so coldly made your stomach drop. “I have no need for your… attentions.”

He walked over to the cupboard, pouring a glass of wine only for himself. And he still didn't look at you.

You nodded stiffly, turning to sit back down onto the chaise.

Oh… how he hurt you. You always believed you could handle an indifferent husband. A husband who barely spoke to you, barely showed you any affection. But this? The way he spoke to you, as if you were the most annoying person he’d ever met… it hurt.

You turned your head again, seeing the way his breeches and tunic were still wet, his hair too. He would definitely get sick in the morning. And a small part of you really hoped he did.

“You could have said thank you, at least,” you said suddenly, surprising even yourself.

Aemond paused, his grip on his cup tightening ever so slightly. The only sound that filled the chamber for the longest moment was the sound of rain pattering against the window, the sound of wind howling outside.

Finally, he turned, his cold eye meeting yours.

“Thank you?” he said coldly, something close to a scowl on his face. “For what? Your unwelcome concern? Your constant meddling?”

He stepped closer, his tall frame blocking the candlelight. “I have no reason to be thankful,” he said, “you are my wife, in name only. Do not forget your place.”

His warning was clear; leave him be, or face his anger. He scoffed, turning away and walking over to the window again.

You stared at his back, barely even breathing. Then, your embarrassment turned to annoyance.

You stared at your husband, seeing his wet clothing.

Oh, he would definitely be sick come morning. And you would have fun saying ‘told you so’ as he lay in bed, unable to do anything.

You stood up, walking over to your husband. You placed a warm hand on his arm, and you could feel him tense for a moment.

“I’m going to bed,” you said softly, sweetly. “Goodnight.”

You paused for a moment, just long enough to hear him quietly mutter a ‘goodnight’ back.

You turned, walking over to your large four-poster bed where you disrobed and put on your nightgown. Aemond didn't turn to watch, simply staring outside of the window. When he had finished his wine, he decided to join you in bed. He undressed, pulling his soaked clothing off and slipping nude into bed. He lay still on his back, staring at the canopy above. And though he was quite cold, he didn't move closer to you.

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You felt awfully giddy waking up the next morning. Your husband hadn’t left for training yet, something he usually did at the crack of dawn.

He was sick, you were sure of it. He had been coughing and shivering all night.

You got up silently, rushing to your closet and putting on your most extravagant nightgown and robe you had. You’d even done your hair and squeezed your cheeks for a lovely flush.

Aemond coughed weakly, looking a lot more pale than usual. You slowly walked over to his side of the bed, holding the same cloth you had offered him the night before. You deftly wiped his brow, tutting softly.

“Oh, dear…” you said softly, “that doesn’t sound good…” Aemond just opened his one eye halfway, his temperature only a bit higher, but his entire body sore.

“I am fine,” his rough voice said, clearly not even having the energy to sound as angry with you as he wanted. He looked over at you, seeing the nightgown you were wearing. He had never seen you wear the damn thing before, not even on your wedding night.

“Do not play nursemaid, wife-” he said in a warning tone, before coughing again. “I have no need for it.”

You just hummed, your head tilting to the side a bit. “I see… shall I fetch maid Alta, then?” You watched as he clenched his jaw at the mention of the maid, the woman anything but gentle with her rough handling of things. He stayed silent.

“I didn't think so,” you hummed simply, “you’ll have to do with me.”

You stood up, grabbing another thick blanket to put on top of him. Aemond stayed silent, mad that his wife beat him. The last thing he wanted was that damned maid taking care of him with that loud voice of hers. He much preferred your gentle touch, though he’d never admit it out loud.

You moved over to the open window, closing the heavy curtains and plunging your chamber into darkness again. “My maid shall fetch the maester,” you said softly, the darkness helping his headache lessen. “In the meantime, rest.”

The heavy wool blanket felt nice around him, the warmth it gave helping the shivering lessen. He watched you move around, the extravagant nightgown billowing behind you. It looked nice, the blush on your cheeks looking lovely as you placed a cup of water on his bedside table.

He would pick you over Alta any day.

“Make sure your maid hurries,” he said with a rough voice, “so I do not need to suffer your attentions any longer.”

He tried to sound cruel, but he ended up just sounding exhausted and uncomfortable. His body hurt, his head pounded and his throat felt like sandpaper. His one eye closed, a wave of exhaustion washing over him. He tried hard to fall asleep, wanting just a small moment where he didn’t have to feel his painful body. And when he did fall asleep, his dreams were filled with odd visions, shifting between his dragon ride on Vhagar’s back, to visions of your lovely face, smiling down at him and taking care of him with soft hands.

Yet every single time, he would jolt back awake, being sent straight into a coughing fit that hurt his sore body further.

The maester established that he indeed had a cold, and the man moved to make a brew for him that would hopefully lessen his sore throat and rebuild his strength. He ordered the prince a lot of hydration, rest and warmth.

“Thank you, maester,” your soft voice said, and you moved closer to your husband. You wiped his brow again, seeing his tired eye look at you. You leaned closer, carding a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.

“Told you so…” you whispered sweetly, before exiting the chamber along with the maester, ready to take the brew with you that he’d make.

Aemond watched you leave, feeling a flicker of irritation at your words. You had told him so, but still… he couldn’t help but smile weakly at your teasing, feeling a flutter of warmth in his chest.

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After a moment, you reentered the chamber, holding a warm mug filled with the brew. It smelled quite bitter, but the maester had said it would be good for the prince.

You sat down next to him on his bed, helping him sit a bit straighter.

“Drink this,” you said softly, seeing the dark circles under his eyes, “the maester said it will help a great deal.”

He held the mug, your hand supporting it as well, and he started drinking the bitter liquid. It was awful, and he felt his head spin the slightest bit.

But you stayed close to him, making sure he was alright and that he finished the brew.

“Just a bit more,” you whispered, “then I’ll let you sleep.”

“Stop coddling me like a child,” he said with a strained voice, his words lacking his earlier bite, "I can finish the brew by my damn self.” Even as he said this, he allowed you to help him finish the mug, the warm bitter liquid soothing his throat. He handed you the empty mug, and you placed it back on his nightstand. Then. you helped him back under the warm blankets, making sure he was comfortable.

“Thank you,” he said after a moment, barely audible. You almost missed it, wanting to call him a child for the way he was acting, but his words made you hold your tongue.

“Rest,” you said instead, blowing out the two candles and plunging the bedchamber into darkness. You stood up, closing the wooden door behind you. Even though the day was young, you decided to stay inside. Just in case he needed you. And to your surprise, you didn't mind that. -------------------

You decided to go back into the bedchamber in the evening, carrying a warm, watery broth. You set it down on his nightstand, lighting a few candles. Then, you softly touched his arm, looking down at his face.

“Darling… wake up,” you said softly, seeing his one eye slowly open, "I brought you something light to eat.”

You watched him wake up slowly, groaning softly as he tried to sit up on his own. Then, you shifted to look at his eyepatch, a frown forming on your face.

“That must be giving you such a headache…” you mumbled as your hand moved towards the leather. Aemond tensed immediately, his hand coming up to grab your wrist. “Leave it,” he said, his voice still rough from his cold. “I am used to it.”

Even though you listened to his tired words, you still persisted, gently removing the leather eyepatch. Aemond clenched his fists, staring down at his lap as he was suddenly exposed. And he hated the feeling. He hated feeling so vulnerable, so exposed, in front of his wife, no less. But still, as you were sitting next to him, not saying anything, he couldn’t push you away. Your presence felt soothing, almost nice. And he didn't wish to part from it.

You grabbed the warm broth, bringing the spoon to his lips. To your surprise, he didn't complain this time that you were treating him like a child. He simply parted his lips, allowing you to feed him. The broth tasted nice, made exactly right so it wasn’t too heavy for his stomach.

You quietly looked at your husband, seeing his sapphire eye and the scarred tissue for the first time since marrying him two moons ago. You had only heard stories about it, of how frightening he looked. But now, seeing him so sick and exposed, you only wanted to take care of him, to make sure he was alright.

“The maester told me you are barely using the balm he made for your eye,” you said after a moment, breaking the silence between you two. “He said it helps with redness and… and soreness.”

Aemond’s one eye flicked over to yours, annoyance overcoming him again. How dare you speak to the maester about him? About how he takes care of his own body? It was no one's business but his.

He opened his mouth, wanting to shout at you for your disobedience as a wife, but no sound came out when you gently brought another spoonful to his lips. He sighed, deciding to just eat the broth in silence instead.

It was just… difficult. No one had cared for him in such a gentle way before, had scolded him for the way he treated his own body. And certainly no one had seen him so vulnerable.

Suddenly, the thought of you, his wife, seeing all of his scarred ugliness, filled him with a deep, unadulterated dread. He wanted to look the other way, hide his disfigurement from you, but you gently raised another spoonful of broth.

He swallowed before speaking again. “I have been taking care of myself since I was but a young boy,” he stated, "I do not need anyone’s help.”

You sighed quietly, shaking your head. This man--your own husband--had denied you a lot. The loving marriage you had always dreamt of, any sort of affection, attention, even conversations. He hadn’t even touched you after the consummation.

So you would deny him this.

You helped him finish the broth, standing up to put the bowl away on the far end table. When you returned to his side, you were holding the balm.

Aemond tensed when he saw the ointment, his single eye narrowing. “I am not a child,” he hissed lowly, a clear warning in his voice. Even though she had seen it correctly, his scar tissue a lot more red than usual and the skin feeling tight and itchy, he did not wish to be coddled. He didn't need anyone. He didn't need his wife. But even as he thought that, the thought of your gentle touch caring for him even when his visage was so incredibly flawed, was a welcome one.

He clenched his jaw, searching your face for any revulsion, but he only saw a determined look on your face.

“Keep complaining like that and I'll treat you like a damn child," you replied, catching Aemond off guard.

His wife? Swearing? That was… unexpected.

He stayed still as you swiped some of the balm on your finger, then gently applying the soothing cream to his scars. And he couldn't help but let out a shuddering, relieved sigh. It felt heavenly on his skin, soothing the angry tissue. And your touch was so soft, so gentle, it made his chest ache with something he didn't dare name.

He studied your face, seeing the concentrated look on your face. Your brows furrowed slightly, the candlelight dancing on your complexion. He allowed his gaze to trail over the bridge of your nose, following the gentle curve of your lips. You looked… lovely. He had never allowed himself to properly look at you, not wanting to either be distracted or perhaps even disappointed. But looking at you now, seeing the way you were so focused on gently caring for him, he felt an emotion bubbling up inside of him. Something he didn't dare name, even if he did not know what it was.

You pulled back, closing the lid of the balm. “There we are…” you said softly, clearly content with your own work. “Go back to sleep. I’ll bring this with me, so you don’t put it on again.”

He watched as you grabbed his eyepatch, blowing the candles out again. And Aemond felt… a lot better. The warm broth had warmed him up from the inside, having stilled his aches a bit. The balm on his eye had felt heavenly, too, relaxing the angry tissue.

He felt his lone eye slowly close, exhaustion overcoming him. But this time he felt a lot lighter, a lot better. And this time, he slept well. And he dreamt of you.

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Two more days passed just like that. You took care of your husband, feeding him and applying his balm. You wiped his brow, helped him drink and even brought his chamber pot so he didn't need to strain himself too much by having to walk to the other room. It was nice, having your presence constantly with him. Even doing the dirty work for him, you did so without complaining.

Every single time he woke up from his slumber, you were by his side, flashing him that sweet, worried smile. He had hated your constant presence at first, but now, if he woke up and didn't see you immediately, he could feel a frown forming on his face.

By the third day, he already felt a lot better. His body didn't feel as sore, his throat also feeling a lot better. His headache had disappeared completely. By the end of the day, he was strong enough to drink his water on his own. He sat upright, spotting you on a chair next to the bed, asleep with a book in your hand. Aemond stared at you for a moment, the setting sun making your skin glow in the loveliest of ways.

He reached his hand out, grabbing your arm and softly squeezing it. You slowly woke up, eyes heavy and a bit puffy from sleep. For a moment, you both just looked at each other. He watched as you sat straighter, stretching your back and straightening out your dress.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, "I didn't mean to fall asleep.” You set the book down, turning to face him more. “How are you feeling?”

Aemond watched as you stretched and straightened your dress, noticing you yourself also looked quite tired. He realised how selfless you had been these past days, clearly neglecting yourself in order to take care of him. He swallowed heavily, clearing his throat.

“Better,” he said, his voice no longer rough from his fever, but only a bit rough from disuse. “I believe the worst of it has passed.”

And he meant it. The fog in his mind had lifted, his body not as sore and feeling a lot stronger. He sat a bit straighter, wincing a bit as he used his muscles. He then looked at you again, his gaze drifting down as he saw how your chest rose and fell as you breathed, the soft swell of your breasts underneath your gown. His gaze moved further down your arm, until it rested for a moment on your ring finger, where he saw your wedding ring.

It felt strange, having been so cared for these past days.

“Thank you,” he said finally, looking back into your eyes, “for taking care of me.”

You just hummed, standing up from the chair. You looked at him, a surprisingly playful glint in your eyes. “It was in my vows,” you said, your lips curving up the slightest bit.

“I shall call for my maid. She will prepare a bath for you,” you looked around for a moment, noticing the bedsheets also needed to be changed.

“I will have a bath after you.”

Aemond was a bit caught off guard by your teasing words. It had been in your vows, he remembered the spoken words ‘in sickness and in health’ as if it were yesterday. But after the way he had treated you, he hadn't expected you to tease him.

A small smile formed on his lips, and he nodded his head. “A bath sounds wonderful,” he said, “thank you.”

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After the bath, he had put on simple linen nightclothes, lying back in bed. The bath had felt wonderful, and the clean sheets were nice as well. But he still felt exhausted.

He watched as your maid entered the chamber, moving ahead to refresh the bath for you. You entered later, wearing only a robe, clearly ready for your own bath. You looked at your husband, seeing some of the colour having returned to his face. “Was it nice?” you asked him, walking closer to him.

Aemond had already shifted underneath the warm blankets, nodding drowsily. “The warmth was most pleasant,” he replied, studying your face. Then, he softly patted the spot beside him, an almost pleading look in his eyes. “Join me,” he said quietly, “just for a moment.”

You hesitated for just a second, before making your way over to the other side of the bed.

“Alright,” you whispered, “until my bath is ready.”

Aemond watched as you hesitated for a moment, but moved to settle next to him in bed regardless. And truly, he couldn't blame your hesitation. These past moons of married life, he had never once been kind to you, never tried to initiate any closeness. He had been distant, cold, sometimes even mocking.

He looked at you as you crawled onto the bed, sitting down next to him. You weren’t quite touching him, but still sat quite close. He moved his arm behind you, not quite embracing you, but still an attempt at intimacy. And for Aemond, it was a huge step.

He looked at you for a moment, noticing the way you grew less tense, the way you allowed yourself to relax in his presence, and he felt that unfamiliar warmth bloom even more intensely in his chest.

He cleared his throat, making you look at him. “These past days…” he started slowly, trying to gather his thoughts, “you have been a true wife to me. And I am… truly grateful.”

The words felt a bit forced, a bit clumsy, but they meant a lot. You felt that same flutter in your chest as he did, a warmth blooming on your cheeks.

“You do not need to thank me,” you whispered softly. You looked at him, feeling more drawn to him than you had ever felt before. But before you could act upon those feelings, your maid entered the chamber again.

“I must bathe,” you breathed out, quickly moving away and standing up. But before you slipped away into the other chamber, you shot him a playful smile over your shoulder. And to Aemond, that meant everything.

By the time you returned from your bath, Aemond had already fallen into a deep sleep. You smiled softly, watching him for a moment.

“Goodnight,” you whispered after a moment, exiting the chamber.

You took care of your husband the following days, until all he had left was a soft cough and a little sniffle. Aemond’s mind was a lot more clear now, and while he should feel happy because of that, he actually felt quite annoyed. Because all he could think of was you.

You, his sweet wife that had cared for him so diligently. His wife that hadn't even flinched when you saw his full scar, but instead taken care of it.

And you, his beautiful wife, that he had only taken once because of his own bitterness.

He remembered the wedding night. It had been short, awkward, probably not even having felt that good for you. You had let out a few moans, most of them muffled by your own hand. But they had sounded… cute.

Aemond cleared his throat, deciding to get up and get dressed instead of remembering his consummation. He was a prince, and he definitely was not in love.

He had already put on his breeches, reaching for his tunic when you suddenly entered the chamber again.

You gasped softly when you saw him half undressed, quickly covering your flushed face with your hands. “I’m sorry!” you squeaked out, “I-I didn't know you were not dressed yet!”

Aemond didn't feel annoyed however. He felt quite pleased with your flustered reaction. He calmly slid the linen tunic over his shoulders, leaving the top open.

“Do not worry, wife,” he said simply. “In fact, I am quite… flattered by your reaction.

You slowly lowered your hands, looking at your husband. He looked good. Great, actually. He was no longer sick, and he looked fit and normal again.

You watched as he walked closer to you, his eye locked onto yours. “In fact, I am intrigued by it. By you.”

You flushed a deeper red, Aemond caging you in against the wall and him. “By me?” you asked in a whisper, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Aye… by you, my lady. By your sweetness… your innocence…” he trailed off, a hand moving up to softly touch your jaw.

You looked up at him, eyes wide. “My innocence?”

He just nodded again. He leaned even closer, his lips awfully close to yours. You could feel his warm breath, smell the scent of the salts of the bath he had taken earlier.

“I wanted to thank you,” he rumbled quietly, “for taking such great care of me this past week. I wish to… return the favor. To take care of you.”

You swallowed heavily, shaking your head. “You don't need to thank me-” you managed to whisper, your heart pounding fast in your chest.

Aemond just let out a low chuckle, moving closer.

“I want to,” he replied in a whisper, finally attaching his lips to yours.

He kissed you deeply, allowing all of the pent up longing and denied intimacy to finally pour out. He held your waist tightly, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours. He softly nipped your bottom lip, slipping his tongue inside when you gasped softly.

It was needy and sloppy, and Aemond relished in it. His hands started moving up your body, groping your soft breasts through your gown. You whined into the kiss, your back arching. Aemond groaned in reply, moving his wet kisses down your throat.

You felt his hips press into yours, a hardness pressing against your stomach.

Oh, but he felt so good.

His hands moved towards the back of your dress, undoing the clasps until the fabric fell away and pooled around your feet. Aemond growled softly when he felt your hands hold onto his tunic, and he easily picked you up, carrying you towards the grand bed.

You felt so hot, and your heart was beating so fast, yet you felt so excited. You couldn't believe your husband was undressing you, making you feel all sorts of things in the morning. It felt naughty, it felt… right.

“You are exquisite,” he breathed out, staring down at your figure splayed out underneath him. He leaned down again, kissing you deeply. You parted your lips immediately, needing him more than air. His hands slid underneath your shift, before pulling it up and off of you completely.

His hand groped your breast, pinching the nipple until it was hard and straining. He parted from the kiss, taking it into his mouth.

You moaned out, arching your back at the feeling. “O-oh, yes-!” you gasped, egging him on. He groaned at your eagerness, his cock twitching in his breeches. You were so responsive, so soft. He had never been so turned on in his life.

“You're mine,” he rumbled lowly, his hips grinding against your naked core. You moaned even louder, the drag of his thick, clothed cock against your aching clit making your head spin with pleasure.

“Do you feel that?” he panted as he looked back at your face, “do you feel how hard I am for you? How hard you make your husband’s cock?” he smirked, making you gasp out at his words. “Feel it,” he whispered the order, his dark eye meeting yours, “it's yours, after all.”

He guided your hand with his own, moving it down until it was pressed against the hard ridge of his cock in his breeches. It throbbed at your touch, and you moaned again.

“Gods,” you moaned out, his lips attaching to your collarbone, “I need you so badly.”

Aemond smirked against your skin, licking a stripe up your throat. “Tell me what you need,” he said, groaning when he felt your hand move over his cock.

“I need you,” you whined out, "I want you to make me feel good.” You swallowed heavily.

“Please.”

Aemond groaned again, leaning down to press his lips hard against yours. “Then have me.”

He undressed quickly, nearly stumbling, before crawling back on top of you.

His thick cock pressed against your stomach, spreading pre-cum over your soft skin. He groaned almost as if he was in pain, and he was sure he was going to be in pain if he didn't feel your warm, wet walls clenching around his cock soon.

His hand nearly trembled as he slid his hand down to your cunt, swiping up some of your wetness. And, fuck, you were drenched.

He groaned out, pressing his head in the crook of your neck as he slid a finger inside of your wet heat.

“By the Gods,” he panted, sliding his digit in and out of you, “you feel so good, so warm-”

You moaned out, hips writhing under his ministrations. Your nails were digging into his shoulders, moans of his name escaping your lips.

He slid a second finger inside, stretching you out in the most delicious way. And when his thumb pressed against your clit, you weren't able to form words anymore.

He thrust his fingers in and out of you, making you more and more wet. He wanted to make you come on his fingers, he really did, but he just couldn't wait any longer.

He slid his fingers out, the wet noise your cunt made making you whimper.

He reached down, grabbing his hard cock and lining it up with your sopping wet core. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, my dear wife,” he groaned softly. He teased you just for a moment with the tip, just enough for him to hear those cute, needy whines again. And then, he slid inside of you, his thick member stretching you out.

“Aemond-!” you moaned out, your head dropping back against the pillows. This was different, so different from your consummation. This was hot, and needy and it felt amazing.

“My wife,” he panted into the crook of your neck. He stayed still inside of you for a moment, allowing you to adjust. He lifted his head, pressing a needy kiss to your lips.

“You take me so well,” he panted, sliding out until his tip remained inside of you, before filling you again. You moaned out, and his strong hands guided you to wrap your thighs around his waist. And when you finally did, he started fucking into you. His rhythm was steady, deep, aimed to pleasure you as much as himself. He groaned out, kissing you as his hips slammed against yours, the bed creaking underneath you.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he rambled, probably more to himself than to you. “Gonna fill this pussy up-”

You held onto him, Aemond feeling your body tighten and coil underneath his. He moved his free hand down, rubbing harshly at your clit, wanting to make you come undone so badly.

“Come for me,” he panted against your lips, his lone eye meeting yours. “Let me fucking feel it-”

You gasped out, whining and mewling as the knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter and--

He stared deeply into your eyes, kissing you hard when you finally came--hard.

Your back arched off of the bed, your cunt clenching impossibly tight around his cock, nearly forcing him out. But he pressed himself harder against you, moaning your name as you came.

“Fuck, fuck-” he panted, slamming himself deep into you one last time, staying deep inside as he came hard, painting your insides white with his thick cum.

“Gods-” he panted, his voice nearly a whine as he was overcome with pleasure. Your nails digging into his shoulders only made his pleasure last longer, and after what felt like ages, the final waves of both of your climaxes finally ebbed.

He collapsed onto the bed beside you, holding your trembling form close. For the longest moment, neither of you talked. You just curled up against your husband, breathing in his scent.

“My princess,” he panted softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That was… amazing. You are amazing. I cannot believe how… how blind I have been.”

A soft smile formed on your lips, his words making you feel lighter than you had felt in ages. You looked up at him, seeing that same smile looking back at you. He kissed you softly, covering you with warm blankets.

“I’m just glad you see me now,” you whispered in reply.

He held you even closer.

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— 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

summary: your last night in italy, your last chance to remember this vacation forever

pairing: theo nott x reader

warning: 18+ smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), spanking, choking, dirty talk, degradation/praise, mentions of alcohol, tipsy sex, smoking, broken Italian, modern!au, muggle!au

wc: 3.9k

a/n: it’s been a long time coming!! finally officially writing for theo. inspired by honey (are u coming?) by måneskin <3

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The air of the summer night was almost chilly, but only almost – the temperatures in the south of Italy are usually high at this time of year. However, it didn’t stop you from shivering as a light breeze of wind brushed against your skin, flushed from all the alcohol you had consumed in the last couple of hours. It wasn’t even that much in quantity – it was more so the mixture between the different kinds of it creating a heady haze in your direct and peripheral vision. And now, you were standing behind the club, having come out for a breather and a brief clearance of your mind. Your friends were still inside, lost somewhere between the dancing bodies, and you didn’t care enough to let them know you were heading out.

“Scusa, signorina, ha un accendino?”

You were shaken out of the blankness of your thoughts by a deep voice coming from somewhere behind you. You didn’t know what it said, since you weren’t the assigned interpreter of the group and knew jack shit about Italian. Slowly and cautiously, you turned your head to look at the source of that profoundly attractive voice. The man was standing a bit further away, still hidden by the shadows, so you couldn’t see his face clearly.

“Ciao?”

In your dumbfounded state, it was the only thing your brain could conjure up. The sole Italian word you knew for sure and could safely produce, besides the pizza names, of course. But if you started spurring them out – that would be deathly embarrassing.

The silhouette let out a low chuckle. He took a step further, and the light of a street lamp finally let you see the face of the mysterious voice. Your mouth was slightly agape as you studied his features: cheekbones that looked sharper than they probably were, emphasized by the shadows of the night; a cap of dark curly hair, messed up by hours of dancing in the club and the breeze that was currently ruffling it; his lips, rather… full and strangely inviting.

“Shit, I thought this line would work.”

Once again, his voice pulled you right out of your reverie. You realized that he was speaking English now, and his accent made the language sound tenfold more charming than it needed to be.

“What?” you asked, immediately feeling sheepish as you said it. It wasn’t hard to notice that you’d been standing there shamelessly ogling him while he tried to converse.

The previous chuckle of his turned into a laugh. The stranger stepped even closer, so close that you could distinguish a couple moles on his face, and his eyes… they were something else entirely. You tried your best to blink away the incoming clouding of the mind – it was simply dangerous to stare into them too much.

“I asked if you had a lighter,” he explained, taking a pack of cigarettes and his own lighter out of his pocket. “This line usually works.”

He lit up the cigarette, taking quick inhales until the tip started burning orange. Then, he took a deep drag, hollowing out his cheeks and making his cheekbones appear even more prominent. You watched in awe as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, deliberately blowing it out in the opposite direction.

“But you-” you tried to say, your voice embarrasingly cracking and making you clear your throat. “You have a lighter,” you finally uttered, rubbing your throat with your fingers and swallowing a lump slowly starting to form there.

“Yeah, I know. It’s just a conversation starter,” he explained with another low chuckle. You felt like you were five and he was you kindergarten teacher, explaining the reason the sky was blue. “And it did start the conversation, no?”

You smiled nervously, fumbling with your necklace. The stranger noticed your tensed up state and his expression softened from playful to friendly and approachable.

“Theo,” he said, holding out his hand. “Well, Theodore, actually, but only my mother calls me that when she’s angry,” he joked, his lips spreading in a wide smile.

You introduced yourself as well, feeling much more comfortable with his gaze warmly resting on your eyes. His hand was bigger than yours, softer than you expected and felt like a pillow. Once your palms connected, he wrapped his fingers around yours and instead of a handshake, lifted your hand to his lips to plant a kiss on its back.

Your cheeks flushed instantly at the feeling of his lips on your skin. They were so soft that a need to feel them on your mouth made itself known in the depths of your stomach. You cursed yourself for being so sensitive, but didn’t pull your hand away when his lips lingered there for a few seconds longer than necessary.

“So, bella,” he started, letting go of your hand, “what are you doing alone outside of a club at…” He glanced at his wristwatch. “…at five in the morning?”

“My friends are still inside,” you explained the ‘alone’ part, “and I just came out for a breather. Our flight is in six hours and we’re probably not going to sleep,” you added with a scoff. At that point, a sleepless night didn’t sound as enticing as it did just a day before.

“A flight?”

Theo tilted his head, taking another drag of the cigarette. You swore you were hallucinating, but you could hear a slight hint of disappointment in his voice.

“Yeah, we’re flying back home,” you replied with a sigh, also feeling disappointed for some reason. It was rather unfair, you thought, that as soon as you met a perfect picture of a man, you had to leave him behind, in a country so foreign to you.

“Damn…”

Theo let out a humorless chuckle, exhaling a plume of smoke and running his hand through his hair, letting the curls gracefully fall on his forehead afterwards. He noticed the curious glance you gave him and shook his head.

“It’s nothing, I just-”

He interrupted himself by taking a long drag of the cigarette and shoving his hand in his pocket, as if to stop it from clenching into a fist.

“I just thought I had a chance,” he finished with a white cloud billowing out of his mouth. “You know, to have your number, to take you out and all that…”

You sighed, lowering your gaze to the ground. You actually really wanted to go on a date with this handsome stranger, and life felt even more unfair than just seconds ago, now that you knew that your sudden desire was reciprocated.

“Life’s a bitch, I guess,” you breathed out, biting the inside of your cheek to stop your voice from shaking. You never knew that a simple one-minute encounter outside of a club could affect you that profoundly, yet there you were, wishing you could stay in Italy for at least a day longer.

Theo watched you intently as he kept on smoking, and silence fell between the two of you for a few minutes.

"Can we…?" his voice sounded in the silence of the night.

"Yeah," you breathed out before he could even finish the sentence. You knew exactly what he was implying, and you would probably die before you missed the chance to skip all the unnecessary steps and just outright go for it.

You could see Theo grinning and tilting his head back a little as another cloud of thick white smoke wafted above him. He threw the cigarette to the ground, crushing it with the tip of his shoe, all while his shining eyes were fixed on you, and you realized that your own lips perfectly mirrored his wide smile. Theo took a couple of steps towards you, the proximity between your bodies’ letting his warmth envelop your front. His hand hovered next to your waist while his eyes searched yours, silently asking for permission. Your nod was more than enough; you barely had time to breathe in before Theo’s lips were on yours, his hand firmly gripping your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. On instinct, your own hands ended up on his shoulders, stabilizing yourself, as your knees seemed to have a mind of their own and suddenly wanted to buckle.

Naturally, Theo tasted like cigarettes and a hint of alcohol; his scent invaded your senses with male cologne and something citrusy on top of that. His hands held you up, one of them leaving wrinkles on the thin fabric of your tank top, and the other one – caressing you flushed cheek with his thumb. You let out a soft, shaky moan when you felt his tongue gliding against yours and got a response in the form of another moan, but lower – from him. It sounded heavenly, and you found yourself wanting to pull more of this out of him.

Both of you were breathless when you mouths finally separated, a thin strip of saliva stretching out between your shiny, sloppy lips. A second later, it was cold and dripping down your chin, and Theo laughed, pressing his thumb to your skin to wipe off the mess.

"There’s a place, not far from here," he whispered, leaning in so that his lips would lightly brush against your ear.

"Whatever you say," you answered, closing your eyes and trying to gather the last bits of self-control not to jump on him right then and there. Maybe it was the previously consumed alcohol, maybe it was just him.

The corner of Theo’s mouth turned up at the sound of your voice, still a bit breathless and, undoubtedly, needy. He placed a teasing, promising kiss under your ear, eliciting a quiet but sharp breath from you, and pulled away, sliding his hand down your body, from your waist to your hand. Your fingers intertwined, and before you knew it, you were getting all but dragged along the cobbled street.

"Theo," you whined, tugging at his arm to at least slow him down a notch. "My heels!" you said, raising your voice a bit when the guy didn’t stop at all, as if he hadn’t heard you.

Theo turned his head, following your downturned finger and noticing your high-heeled sandals.

"Ah, piccola mia," he cooed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. You didn’t know what he said, but in your mind, his amused smile couldn’t have meant anything bad. In a split of a second, you were picked up, bridal style, your body pressed to Theo’s chest, your legs helplessly dangling in the air. You let out a short, surprised squeal, which made Theo bite the inside of his cheek in order to suppress a loud, hearty laugh.

"That’s much better, hm?" he murmured, observing your widened eyes with a small but cheeky smile on his face and a quirked eyebrow.

You didn’t really have any time to answer – the question was rhetorical, anyway – as he started to walk down the street, his pace a bit faster now that you weren’t slowing him down. You decided not to question and instead, wrapped your arms around his neck. Although, as you had come to notice, his arms provided just enough of a safety net.

The lobby of the hotel had high ceilings, leather couches and air conditioning, which was a nice contrast against you flushed cheeks. Theo didn’t bother lowering you to the ground when you entered, so now you were hiding your embarrassed face in the crook of his neck while the receptionist was checking you in. His cologne was filling your lungs more and more with each passing second, so at some point you couldn’t hold back anymore and started placing soft kisses on Theo’s neck and jaw. You heard the incessant tapping of his fingers against the countertop increasing in frequency and grinned into his skin, realizing that your efforts weren’t in vain at all. His relieved exhale rang out along with the clink of the keys to your room for the night.

As soon as you stepped into the elevator, Theo pressed you against the wall, swiftly grabbing the backs of your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips stole a sloppy kiss from yours before latching onto your neck and leaving a trail of saliva down to your collarbone. One of your hands ended up on his shoulder while the other one was eagerly pulling his head into your neck, craving for more of the pleasure his lips were giving you.

The high-pitched sound of the elevator arriving at your floor cut through your lust-filled haze, but Theo was far from willing to let you go even for a minute. He carried you into the corridor and looked around to spot the right number on the door. Thankfully, it wasn’t far. Theo’s pace was hurried, and his lips were stuck to your shoulder all the way, until you heard the key turning and the door opening, at last.

A sharp breath was knocked out of your lungs when Theo pressed you against the other side of door, hungrily swallowing the air coming out of you. His hands immediately went to your ass, firmly gripping the flesh over your skirt. You moaned into his mouth, already feeling the dampness between your legs starting to grow pretty rapidly. Theo smirked against your lips and sneaked a hand up your body, under your tank top. His palm pressed into your breast, his fingers closing around it and giving it a solid squeeze. His lips parted, and you whined in protest when instead of his tongue you suddenly felt just his hot, alcohol-induced breath. You desperately licked into his mouth while he panted, lost in the feeling of your tits and ass sitting so nicely in his hands.

"Cazzo, you feel so good," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse.

At the feeling of Theo’s strong hands kneading your ass and tits simultaneously you started whimpering, wrapping your arms around his neck and trying to move your hips against his, tightening your legs’ embrace around his waist.

"You’re a needy girl, huh?"

Theo pulled away ever so slightly, just enough to have a good look at his face. He chuckled, trapping his tongue between his teeth while his eyes flicked from yours down to your now swollen lips and back.

"Such a desperate, needy slut," he murmured, his hand leaving your breast and cupping your jaw, his fingertips pressing into your cheeks and making your lips form a pout. As a confirmation of his words, a whimper left your throat, and your pussy started pulsating against the front of his jeans. Your hips started grinding again, and you could barely hold in another round of pathetic sounds when you felt a hard bulge between your bodies.

"Fuck," Theo groaned, for a second feeling nothing but the delicious friction your rapid movements provided. He lowered you to the ground, pressing a quick, firm kiss against your lips before guiding you to the huge, king-sized bed. You didn’t protest; you didn’t want to, and your mind was too far gone at this point. As soon as your legs hit the edge of the bed, Theo didn’t let you fall onto it. Instead, he pressed his palms against your lower back and your stomach at the same time, bending you over in one swift movement – you barely had time to stretch out your arms to support yourself.

Theo took a step back, biting his lips as he took in the sight of you, bent over, a tight denim skirt hugging your curves, your ass high up in the air due to the high heels on your feet. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he came closer again, lifting up your skirt to pool around your waist. You breathing grew more erratic as you felt his hands on your ass, grabbing the cheeks and spreading them open. A sharp slap landing on your right asscheek was a surprise, eliciting half a squeal, half a moan from you; your arousal trickled out of your panties in one wet line, which made Theo almost ecstatic. He gave your ass another slap, relishing your moan as he kneeled behind you, your thighs receiving a smack each as a signal to spread further apart.

If he wasn’t gripping your hips at that moment, your legs would’ve given out right when his mouth was pressed against your soaked panties. A shaky whimper escaped your wide-open mouth, making Theo’s cock throb in the confines of his jeans. In other cases, he would’ve taken his time teasing you, getting his fix of your needy moans and the sweetness between your legs. However, right then he was still somewhat tipsy and painfully hard, which is why your panties were quickly moved aside and his tongue dived straight into your dripping folds. A groan made your skin pleasantly vibrate, and your moans never stopped since, only growing louder and more frequent.

Theo’s tongue lapped up the juices from your cunt, his hands firmly gripping the underside of your ass, his thumbs spreading your inner thighs by pressing into them hard enough to leave bruises. You couldn’t help it - you bent your arms and lowered yourself down to your elbows, because you felt like you’d start shaking at any given moment. And you did, as soon as Theo’s skillful lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and making each and every single nerve shoot lightning strikes of pleasure through your whole body. Your moans and whimpers grew into sobs as Theo continued greedily devouring your aching cunt. The moment he gave your ass another slap, you were done for. Without any type of warning, you came, your hands gripping the sheets so hard they could probably rip.

When Theo heard you getting lost in your orgasm, he closed his eyes and groaned, feeling his own need painfully pulsating between his legs. He stood up, towering over your bent over and already spent form. You couldn’t even turn your head to see what he was doing, but you definitely heard the sound of a zipper being undone. You didn’t have time to dwell on that, as two of Theo’s fingers ended up inside your cunt almost immediately. Your whole body jerked forward, the pain of overstimulation mixing with the pleasure of his fingers stretching out your walls. The next sound was that of a wrapper being opened, and for a quick but very empty moment Theo’s digits left your hole. You whimpered in protest, pushing your ass back in search of friction, and you found it: the tip of Theo’s cock, wrapped up in a condom, slid along your folds up to your clenching and unclenching entrance.

"Cazzo," Theo breathed out, momentarily mesmerized by the sight in front of him. "Such a good girl f’me…" he continued murmuring as he rubbed his tip in circles against your entrance, making you squirm. His hand stopped your erratic movements, grabbing your hip to keep you in place. Once he was sure you weren’t moving anymore, that same hand landed on your asscheek, causing your body to jerk forward once again. "Such a dirty slut."

With one thrust he pushed into you, his hips slamming against yours with bruising force. You let out a sharp, high-pitched scream, immediately flowing into a stuttering moan as you felt the tip of Theo’s cock hitting a sweet spot. He moaned along with you, his head thrown back as he savored the feeling of your warmth and heat squeezing his aching dick. Shameless groans left his mouth with each movement he started moving inside of you, his initially slow pace growing into deep, hard thrusts. You buried your face in the sheets, tugging at them with your hands, desperate for some kind of grounding in reality. Theo’s cock kept hitting different spots inside you that you didn’t even know you had, making your pussy drip even more and causing squelching sounds to waft through the room, along with skin loudly connecting with skin. Theo’s hands landed slaps on your ass from time to time, each squeal of yours following it causing him to groan louder.

Your second orgasm wasn’t far off from the first one – with an especially deep thrust, Theo’s cock hit something entirely uncharted inside of you, making your thighs shake and your cunt clench around him. He fucked you through your climax, barely holding on, until you finally stopped squirming so much. His hand was on the back of your neck in a second, lifting your upper body from the bed and pressing it against his firm chest.

"Feel so good, bella," he breathed into your ear, causing your completely overstimulated body to shiver. This reaction brought Theo closer to his own orgasm, and his thrusts became messier with each passing second. "Gonna come soon," he whispered, lightly squeezing your throat and circling the shell of your ear with the tip of his tongue. You whined pathetically, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your walls clenched around Theo once again.

That did it for him. With a low, raspy moan into your ear, he came, his grip on your hip and throat tightening. His twitching cock made your thighs purse together involuntarily, and your body finally went limp against his chest. Both of you stayed like that for another minute or so, stabilizing your staggered breathing. As soon as Theo felt you calming down, he carefully spun you around and lowered you onto the bed on your back.

"That was…" you breathed out, sinking into the softness of the mattress underneath you.

"Yeah," Theo followed, a satisfied smile playing on his lips when he heard you struggling for words.

You let out a breathless chuckle, propping yourself up on one arm and following Theo’s padding to the bathroom with your gaze. Once he disappeared inside for a moment, you threw yourself back onto the sheets, covering your eyes with your hands and shaking your head in disbelief.

"Me… A one-night stand in Italy…" you murmured under your breath, rubbing your temples with your fingers, as if trying to get a grasp of the situation.

"A one-night stand?"

Theo quirked an eyebrow, heading from the bathroom towards the bed, his jeans all done and zipped again. You gave him a questioning look of your own, wondering what that sly smile of his meant. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to you and, in response, turned the screen of his phone to you. You squinted, trying to see what he was trying to show you, and gave him a skeptical look when you did. He seemed puzzled for a moment before understanding washed over him – of course, how would you understand a text in Italian. He physically facepalmed and pulled the phone away, looking at the screen himself.

"It says that ‘due to inadequate weather conditions, all international flights have been postponed indefinitely," he read nonchalantly, the only thing betraying his inner workings being that same smile you saw earlier. He glanced at you, trying to gauge your reaction to the news and see if you were getting the hint.

You bit your bottom lip, furrowing your brows as you were processing the information. Then, your eyebrows went up, and you lifted your head, meeting his playful eyes with those of your own. As Theo crawled up your body, your fingers were already mindlessly tapping a message to your group chat with your friends.

#─ ꒰ 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊 ꒱ 📜 ˎˊ˗#theo nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott x you #theo nott x y/n #theo nott smut #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott smut #slytherin boys #slytherin boys smut #1k notes

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jambalaya-enthusiast · 8 months ago

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ummmm.. crew members walk in on reader masturbating headcannons …?

also i adore your writing !!

ps… no rush at all💙💙💙

CAUGHT~

CREW MEMBERS WALKING IN ON YOU MASTERBATING.

warnings: suggestive.

Curly

- freezes on the spot,is unsure of what to do next.

- gets an undeniable raging boner the second he sees you like that,your body covered in sweat, hair scattered.

- maybe it just flipped a switch in him,or maybe...just maybe....he had been waiting for something like this to happen.

- nevertheless,he enters the room,and closes it behind him, locking it.

- "my my,y/n you could've told me you were feeling frustrated! I'm always ready to help y'know?~".

Jimmy

- you just got yourself in deep trouble.

- he is simply,always on the prowl,to get you in such a compromising state.

- the moment he locked eyes with you,it's almost as if you saw a complete 360° change in a person. He had this lustful grin plastered across his face.

- shuts the door with a loud thud,and starts making his way towards you,you could feel the lust radiating off him.

- "if you're gonna be a naughty little whore,might as well let someone take advantage of it."

Swansea

- this guy is wayy too underpaid to be dealing with stuff like this.

- *deeply sighs* and turns to go out of the room.

- stops mid way,pauses and looks at you for a good long while.

- suddenly,closes the door very silently.

- "i have to admit,this kind of unprofessionalism is not really my thing,but hey can ya blame this old man for letting out some frustration?, especially since you're such a sexy little thing".

Daisuke

- 'AAAAAAHHHH' type of a guy.

- will just run away screaming.

- got an agonizingly painful boner seeing you that way.

- after that night,he avoids you like crazy,but picked up a perverted habit of creeping around your room late at night,to maybe...catch a glimpse again.

Anya

- she sees you, apologises and leaves.

- the scene is permanently plastered into her mind, she can't seem to forget it at any cost.

- wants to catch you again, or wants you to catch her again.

#jimmy mouthwashing #mouthwashing #mouthwashing jimmy #mouthwashing x reader #jimmy x reader #curly mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #curly x reader #daisuke mouthwashing #daisuke x reader #swansea x reader

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caotictimmy · 8 months ago

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Hey!!! Can you do Curly x (gn, but it's okay if you don't! Whatever you prefer writing) reader headcanons? Post or pre crash idk it's up to you! Even if you want to write a one-shot I don't mind really whatever you feel like writing it's up to you I JUST NEED CURLY CONTENT JDJDJDJJWJSBSB

Btw I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

Thank you!!! I hope your having a good day to! I’m gonna be doing pre crash Curly. I’ll probably be doing the same format I did with Daisuke. Crushing - confessing. Dating than NSFW. It will prob be more Gn but I’ll put (AFAB) when in gonna talk about more AFAB stuff. (Btw this is gonna be like what a regular trip would be for them.)

Crushing - Confession

- Kind of like love at first sight. But it’s a love at first true conversations. Lemme explain

- Yes you’ve had conversations with Curly before. But not on a personal level. Your guys first conversation was prob Like you guys were either both up going to get coffee at a late hour. So when you both see each other where the coffee machine is. You guys make small talk. Before the conversation starts get more real. Not just forced talking. The conversation flows freely. And you guys find out you have a lot more in common.

- After that moment he realizes how much you guys click together. You interest him. So except for him to come up and talk to you a lot more. He wants to get to know you better! (Totally not to remember everything you like and love to woe you)

- He’s another person who’s gonna be a bit obvious. Not as much as Daisuke though. But he’s still gonna be obvious.

- Curly definitely treats you better. Not like he doesn’t treat his crew good (jimmy doesn’t exist here.). But it’s more like picking favorites. Opening doors for you, before letting it slam shut even though Swansea was just about to walk through the door. (Curly got an ear full after that happened.).

- But the funny thing is that no one really notices that you’re getting treated better. Except for Daisuke funny enough… For another example imagine they have his surprise birthday party! He’s cutting the cake and he gives you a noticeable bigger piece of cake. Giving Daisuke a smaller piece. And let me tell you. This man was outraged. HE ASKED FOR THE BIGGEST PIECE AND CURLY GIVES HIM A SCHOOL PARTY SIZED PIECE?

- So of course he had to speak up. “Listen Curly, since I’m such a righteous man, I’ve let the favoritism towards them slide. BUT I CLEARLY ASKED FOR THE BIGGER PIECE! AND YOU GIVE THEM THE BIGGEST PIECE. I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS TREATMENT ANY LONGER!”

- To say everyone was stunned is an understatement. It was quiet for a good couples of minutes. Just standing still like the moment was paused. You then silently switched plates with Daisuke. Taking the smaller piece. He then found balanced was restored!

- “never mind Curly now I get why you favorite them.” He said looking over to you before raising his hand. “High five dude!” He said, smilingly giddily. (I love daisuke he’s so silly!)

- To say Curly was embarrassed would be an understatement. After that moment Curly knew he had to confess to you to soon. So he called you down to the cock pit. When you got there he lead you to sit in one of the chairs. Crouching before you. Holding your hands on his as he stares up at you. “You’ve made me feel emotions I’ve never truly felt before, god you mean so much to me. Will you be my partner.”, He asked.

- When you say yes he cups yours face with his hands. Leaning upwards to bring you in a passionate kiss.

Dating

- Like I said in that brief moment In Daisuke’s headcanons. This man is a die hard romantic to his core. So if you don’t mind. Curly would love to cuddle with you in bed, while watching sappy love movies. Just holding each other. God he loves you sm I’m gonna tweak up in this bitch.

- I think the affection he likes to receive is quality times and words of affirmation . And I think the affection he gives is acts of service and physical affection. Now let me cook. Guys LET.ME.COOK

-(receiving) Curly loves spending time with you. He tried to find as much time to fit you into his busy schedule. So when he finally gets to spend time with you. Omg he’s love sick!!!!!! He really doesn’t care what you guys are doing while being together. Whether that be doing or watching something together. Or maybe doing your own stuff. Your presence is so comforting. You calm him down sm.

-(receiving) He receives compliments a bit. But when you do it. It’s different. It makes his heart flutter, makes him feel like he has butterflies in his stomach all over again! He just feels so special when you compliment him!!!! Please compliment how good of a captain he is. Yes he gets praised for being a good captain. It just feels so genuine from you.

-(giving) He doesn’t care how you guys spend your quality time together. Whether that be doing or watching something together. Or just doing your guys own thing. He just loves being in your presence. You being there just makes him feel calmer, he knows he doesn’t have to keep this big stoic act in-front of you. He doesn’t mind if theirs silence or background noise. As long as he got to spend time with you.

-(giving) Curly isn’t gonna be doing big/a lot of physical affection all the time. Even though he does give you a lot of physically affection. I know I sound dumb right now stay with me. He’s more soft with his affection. Gently rubbing his thumb on your hand. Drawing shapes on your back while cuddling. Rubbing your leg when you sit next to him on the couch. Kissing a bruise you got from falling(those floors look slippery asf PROVE ME WRONG). He’s very romantic and soft with you and Curly’s just such a sweetie.

- A SUCKER for pda. Like he loves it so much. He feels bad if he has to “hide” how much he loves you away from the world! He feels so special knowing you wanted him, HIM! He’s just so sickly in love with you. He wants to show you off. Not in a trophy wife way but in a. Yeah see the drop dead gorgeous person that picked ME, yea that’s right, be jealous.

- He loves if you draw in him! From his hands to his arms. I think he finds it very relaxing and therapeutic. As long as you don’t draw anything inappropriate, he won’t care what you draw. He WILL proudly show off the drawings on his hands and arms. Like FLEX his arms. He loves them sm. Every time you draw on him, he takes a picture and keeps it in a folder on his phone.

- Loves anything you make him. Bracelets? Wears them all the time he might acually get a permanent imprint. Clothe? Try’s to find any opportunity to wear them. Art? Hung proudly in his bedroom. He appreciates anything you do for him. No matter what form affection it is.

- This man loves slinging his arm/arms around you. Arms around your waist. Arm around your shoulder. Hand on your hip. Idk why I think he likes it. But I have that spicy sense.

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (AFAB)

- Another man who would be into public/semi public sex. Y’all have DEFINITELY done it in the cockpit. Like almost everywhere. Curly and you have probably done it on the table too(you guys cleaned it afterwards don’t worry). But I think he just loves the thrill of it. You guys have almost been caught but thankfully Curly knows how to be quiet! (No shade to you Daisuke we love you)

- This man loves keeping his hands on you. Like a FIRMM grip on your hips as he’s hitting it. Gripping yours thighs. He just likes sinking his fingers in your soft flesh. Somehow just kinda grounds him in the moment. He also just loves feeling up your body.🫢

- Speaking of feeling you up. Dry humper. DRY HUMPER. I feel like this man is a tease. So this man will pin you against a wall, and just grind on you. Teasing you until you can’t take it anymore! He loves seeing a pout on your face before he gives you what you want.

- Like before, curly is a tease. He will push all your buttons. Just get you right there! Then stops. He wants to make sure when you climax. It’s better than the last time you guys had sex. It’s a GOAL for him to make you feel even better than the last time you guys slept together.

- Loves overstimulating you. Unlike Daisuke who accidentally overstimulates you. It’s Curly’s mission to get you brain dead by the end. He knows he’s making you feel good. This man won’t over do it though. Your comfort and safety is his priority! So he’ll always make sure you’re comfortable.

- Call him captain!!!!! God Curly gets so riled up when you call him captain. Teasingly calling him captain earns you a night of either overstimulation or edging. So I hope you are aloud to take sick leave, cause wooo…. You will be sore my friend

- (AFAB) Sit on his face.. OH GOOD GOLLY SIT ON HIS FACE. I imagine he’s buff. Like have you SEEN that fanart. So he can definitely take a lot of weight!( shout out my cubby AFABs i really wanna make a chubby reader FIC but idk..) BUT PLEASS, he’ll beg on his hands and knees. Like why are you keeping that tantalizing gift away from him???

- Yes I’ve been saying he can be a freak.(guys I promise I’m trying to be original 😭🙏) But I definitely think he’s More into romantic, soft sex. He likes to take his time. Kissing up and down your body. He wants to make sure you feel loved, and that he’s not just using you for your body. He is a sucker for you.

- He loves watching your face when he’s pleasuring you. No matter what he’s doing or where. He wants to know your getting pleased! That’s how he figured out what you liked and didn’t like fast. He kept his eyes trained on your face. He truly is a giver!

Authors note: GUYS I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. IVE BEEN HAVIBD SIRE AFFECTS FROM MY PLAN B. Like dude I’ve been bed ridden for the past two days. But I’m feeling better and it’s the weekend. So more requests are on the way!

#mouthwashing smut #mouthwash #mouthwash smut #mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #mouthwashing x reader #mouthwash game #mouthwash x reader #captin curly #curly x reader #curly smut

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yoyomomiko · 7 months ago

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Hello so I have a Daisuke x reader request if you don't mind! I loved the make out story you did and so if you don't mind Daisuke and reader making out an Daisuke bitting HARD on reader skin like this 😨 hard so hard that the EVERYONE could notice it and how it go to that point like if you don't mind

You don't have to do! If you don't want! Have a nice day!

Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader

Warnings: BITING; marking; hickeys, SUGGESTIVE (kinda nsfw, so mdni I guess??), cringe, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

(A/N): I had a little bit too much fun writing this😨 THIS IS SO GROSS AND CRINGE WHAT DO I DO😣 Btw I like, haven't posted a fic in so long lol, I'm really sorry and all, I'm a bit late🤠 -> m.list

Daisuke's hands were both on opposite sides of your head, your legs wrapped around his waist and hands thrown loosely over his shoulders.

His lips were pressed to yours in a deep, heated kiss. He gently bit your bottom lip, as if asking for you to open your mouth. You let out a soft gasp and slowly parted your lips, his tongue immediately finding its way inside and twirling around with your own.

After a few moments, he pulled away, panting. You were breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down as you stared at him, watching him gaze back at you with love filling his eyes. You adored the way his hair fell down and over his face most of the time when he was looking down at you, when you were in the same exact position as you were in right now.

Daisuke smiled at you, his face burying into your neck as he started leaving soft kisses down to your shoulder. You chuckled at the ticklish sensation, with the way his lips barely hovered onto your skin, lightly pressing kisses. One of his hands went to hold onto your waist, the other supporting him.

His gentle kisses slowly turned to sucking, earning whines from you. He left a few faint red marks on your shoulders that would surely fade away in a few hours, luckily not too visible.

Daisuke trailed his kisses to your jaw, your hands tangling in his hair. All of the sudden, he bit down on your neck, digging his teeth into your skin and drawing out a yelp from you as you pulled on his hair. He gently licked the mark, sucking to soothe the pain.

Daisuke pulled back as he chuckled, staring down at you with nothing but joy in his eyes. He admired his work, eyes scanning over the faint red splotches, until he came upon the one he just gave you a few seconds prior. It slowly turned into a dark purple spot, right on your upper neck, on display to anybody passing by.

"Sorry." He smiled at you, to wich you raised a brow in confusion.

"You might need to cover that up." He added, nuzzling his face into your neck as you slowly came to the realization that yes, he did leave a noticeable mark.

"I thought we talked about where you place your kisses." You sighed out, fighting a smile at his stupidity.

"We did?"

You shook your head, knowing it was pointless. Just how would you walk around the ship now?

...

You thought you were slick enough.

You pulled your uniform collar a bit higher, covering over the mark perfectly.

What you didn't know, was that if you even tilted your head slightly, it would be completely evident.

...

CURLY

You were hurrying out of Daisuke's room, hoping not to be seen by others, scanning the area and making sure no one was there.

You fixed up your hair a bit, pulling the collar of your uniform higher.

Your shoes tapped on the floor, rushing through the hallways. You weren't even looking up ahead, eyes glued to your feet.

You raised your head just in time to prevent yourself from crashing into your captain, forcing your legs to stop abruptly.

You smiled nervously, looking at him and giving a short nod as a greeting, to wich he reciprocated.

Although his eyes seemed to linger on you for a while longer, his brows furrowing as he studied you.

"You okay?" He asked, his expression one of curiosity and hesitance.

"Yeah... Why wouldn't I be?" You replied, your brow arching in confusion.

"No reason... Carry on." He nodded, giving an unsure smile as he walked away, leaving you dumbstruck.

...

It HAD to have been a hickey. He knew it too well. He was aware of how one looked like... But that mark specifically looked more like teeth marks to him. As if someone bit down onto you.

Curly was a bit perplexed. He didn't remember there being a rule against relationships among the crew... But then again, who was it?

His suspicion was aimed at Daisuke, since you two are in close age range and always hang out together.

JIMMY

Your feet dragged on the floor lazily, humming to yourself on your way to meet Anya.

Just then, you saw Jimmy walking towards your direction. You didn't like Jimmy.

You almost rolled your eyes, but you gave a quick wave so he doesn't think you're an asshole.

He gave a nod back, before stopping briefly to look at you. He stared you down, eyes going wide and a frown forming on his lips.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked in disgust, studying you.

You raised a brow as you tilted your head to the side in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

He sighed and shook his head, looking straight ahead again.

"Nevermind... slut." He mumbled the last part, chuckling as he walked away.

You swore you heard him insult you, but you just didn't hear him well enough, therefore there was no evidence.

...

He knew DAMN WELL.

Fingers pointed proudly at Daisuke.

Jimmy always had a feeling you two were a bit TOO close, not co-workers type of close, neither friends type of close.

He just didn't expect the dumbass to have a chance, let alone manage to get into your pants.

ANYA

After all of those uncomfortable encounters and awkward situations, you finally stopped in front of the medical room, where Anya was currently working.

Before you could enter, Anya herself came out of the room, a bit surprised to see you there as she flinched, before smiling quickly.

"Oh, you scared me..." She spoke, her eyes studying your face before they stopped at a specific spot.

Her brows furrowed a little, seeming concerned.

"Are you alright?" She asked, thinking it was maybe a rash, or possibly even allergies.

"Hm? Why wouldn't I be?" You questioned, squinting your eyes at her.

Everybody's been acting weird today...

Anya's eyes widened for a brief second as she took a closer look, her lips parting before they shut closed. She felt a weird burning feeling through her chest, and her mind just fogged up. Did something bad happen to you?

But you seemed happy... Maybe a little tense, but happy nonetheless. She thought back to all the times she's caught you and Daisuke in each other's rooms, brushing it off as just "friends talk", or all the times she's seen you two chatting a bit too smug in the hallways, also every single time she's heard you two flirt with each other. The corners of her mouth were fighting for life, trying to hold back a smile.

"No, nevermind, I think you should check up on that." She suggested, patting your shoulder and walking past you.

"Wait, I wanted to tell you something!"

"Check up on Daisuke while you're at it..." She whispered to herself, letting out a quiet giggle.

Your brows raised, lips forming a thin line. Just what the hell was going on?

...

It was hard to believe that YOU would actually do such a thing. She just couldn't think of her friend doing stuff like this.

She knew all too well it was Daisuke.

Another thing is that she was incredibly shocked at the fact that Daisuke managed to leave such a mark on you, she pondered for a while and came to the conclusion that it must've hurt like hell.

SWANSEA

You felt weird, getting scanned by your crew members' eyes and maybe even judged by some.

So why not try and find Daisuke, pretty much the only person who know how to comfort you best?

Of course, he'd be with Swansea.

You opened the door, but your boyfriend wasn't there, only the same grumpy man.

"What do you want?" Swansea asked, before turning to look at you.

"Just looking for Daisuke." You replied, taking a quick glance around the room.

"Are you okay?" He asked, squinting his eyes at you.

"Everyone's been asking me that, I don't get it!" You didn't bother responding, your brows furrowing as you started getting a bit irritated.

"Pull up your collar or something. Damn animals..." He muttered that last part, going back to his work as you stood there in utter shock.

So that's what was wrong.

...

Swansea already knew it. All too well.

Daisuke was just praising you so much, talking his ear off, mentioning every single detail you had.

Since the airhead can't keep secrets too well, he managed to accidentally spill it out one day.

But it wasn't like Swansea didn't know, he's caught you two together a couple of times, he just never talked about it.

...

You felt your cheeks heat up as you tugged harshly on your collar to pull it up, wanting the ship to crash right at this moment.

Screw you Daisuke. Screw your boyfriend for embarrassing you in front of everyone.

★yoyomiko ★miko

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i-get-obsessed-fast · 2 months ago

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hello! can i just say your fics are so amazingly written and make me feel really fluffy inside <33

i was wondering if you could write a spencer reid x new bau reader? reader is a new hire at the bau and always has her hair up in a cute new hairstyle everyday because she has curly hair and if she were to have it out, it would just get in the way in the field. so, when she is invited to rossis house for the first time for a dinner, she finally wears it out for the first time in front of them. spencer, seeinf her hair for the first time like this, malfunctions and goes speechless for a bit. very fluffy and self indulgent

thank you so much if you end of writing it!!!!

Yay thank you so much! I'm glad they make you feel that way!<3 and LOVE this request!

Curl Pattern | S. Reid

It had been six months since you joined the Behavioral Analysis Unit, and while it had been nothing short of stressful, in a strange way, you’d come to love it. Not only what you do but the members on the team.

They had welcomed you with open arms from day one, and over time, they’d grown from colleagues to genuine friends.

“Hey! Love your hair.” Emily said as you entered the roundtable room, plopping down in your usual chair.

“Thank you.” You replied, grinning. She always made it a point to compliment the various updos you’d show up to work with.

JJ leaned in, squinting playfully. “You know, your hair always looks amazing when it’s up, but why don’t you ever wear it down?”

You shrugged. “It’s a hassle, and would probably just get in the way.”

JJ nodded, understanding, just as Garcia swept into the room, her voice commanding everyone’s attention.

“We’ve got a case, angels.” She said, her tone more serious than usual.

Los Angeles. The case was ugly. You guys ended up staying for days, combing through evidence and following dead-end leads, until the end came suddenly…and at a cost.

“Damn.” Morgan muttered, the weight in his voice matching what everyone was feeling.

You all stood there silently as officer jones body was carried away in a bag. He had saved your guys team by stepping in at the last second.

It hit you then: This job isn’t just high stakes. It truly is life and death. Every time you pack up and answer a call, it could be the last.

The ride to the airport was quiet. You sat in the back, leaning your head gently against Spencer’s shoulder, something you guys always did, while you held onto Emily’s hand on the other side of you.

No one spoke, and that silence was louder than anything.

When you boarded the jet, you instinctively took the seat beside Spencer. He gave you a small smile, and you offered one back, grateful for the quiet comfort he always managed to give without even trying.

Across from you, Hotch and Rossi spoke in low voices, going over the final details of the case. You leaned back, closing your eyes, hoping for a few minutes of rest, but your mind was too restless.

Back in Virginia, you all returned to the office just long enough to grab your belongings.

As you all waited by the elevator, Rossi turned to address the group.

“Before everyone runs off, I’ve been thinking.” He said, his voice warm but firm. “We see each other in the worst circumstances. Maybe it’s time we try to be together in better ones. So, I’d like to host a dinner. Tomorrow night, eight o’clock. Bring your families, your partners, hell bring your pet. Let’s appreciate the lives we fight to protect.”

Everyone nodded, some smiling, others still to drained do more than murmur their agreement.

“I’ll be there.” You said softly, stepping away from the group. “I’m taking the stairs.”

“Goodnight.” JJ said. A chorus of goodbyes followed.

“Uh- I’ll walk with you.” Spencer said suddenly, falling into step beside you. You looked up, a little surprised, but smiled. “You don’t have to.”

“I know.” he said simply, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat.

“So… What’s wrong with the elevator?” He asked, after a beat, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“Didn’t feel like waiting. I’m exhausted.” You replied with a shrug. “Yeah, me too.” He said quietly, then hesitated. “You will be a Rossi’s tomorrow, right?”

You glanced at him. “Yeah. You?”

He nodded quickly. “Yes. I mean, I wouldn’t miss it. It’ll be nice to be together…outside of work.”

You smiled at that. “Are you bringing anyone?”

He shook his head. “No. Just me.”

“Same.”

When you reached the last floor, he moved ahead to open the door for you. “Here.” He said softly.

“Thank you.” You replied, brushing past him with a smile.

He didn’t stop there, he walked you to your car. “Uh, drive safe.” He said, his voice a little quieter now.

“You too, Reid.”

You slid into your car and glanced up at him one last time before pulling away. He stood there for a moment, watching you go, hands still in his pockets, eyes soft.

౨ৎ

You arrived at Rossi’s exactly at eight, nerves buzzing under your skin. It was silly, maybe, how much you’d overthought this, your first time at his home, the outfit you debated over a dozen times, and most of all your hair.

You rarely wore it down, it was easier to just keep it up and out of the way, at work and sometimes even outside. Today though, tonight was the night you decided to let it be free and you were a bit nervous.

You walked up to the front door, glancing at the cars in the driveway. Everyone else was already inside. You rang the doorbell.

Rossi opened it up almost immediately with his signature warmth, already holding a glass of wine. “There she is!” He beamed, pulling you into a quick hug before hanging off the glass. “Come in, come in!”

You smiled, stepping into his home. It was beautiful.

Elegant, cozy, timeless. Just like him.

Following the sound of laughter, you made your way into the kitchen. The moment you walked in, the room went just a touch quieter.

“Okay, wow.” Emily said, setting her wine glass down dramatically. “Your hair! It’s gorgeous.”

Your cheeks burned. “I figured I’d let it down tonight. Special occasion.”

“You need to let it down always.” Penelope gasps, walking over to gently fluff a curl. “It’s so pretty, I’m obsessed!”

JJ grinned from her place on the island. “Seriously, you look amazing.”

“You guys are sweet.” You smiled.

You move through the group, greeting everyone, but your steps slowed when your eyes landed on Spencer.

He was standing, frozen in place like someone had hit pause on him. His wine glass was in one hand, and the other was in his pocket like always.

“H-hey.” He stammered as you reached him. “Hi.” You replied with a smile, leaning in for a gentle hug. He barely moved, still staring at you.

His gaze flicked to your curls, and he blinked. “I-I love your hair. I mean, not that I didn’t like it before, but it’s-um-it’s just-” he trailed off, visibly malfunctioning.

You tried not to giggle. “Thank you, I let it free tonight.”

He nodded a little too fast. “Good decision. A great decision. Everyone loves it. I-I love it. I mean, yeah.” He looked like he wanted to curl into himself.

You looked down shyly, smiling to yourself.

The night carried on with soft music, clinking glasses, and the kind of comfort only you guys could create.

You and Spencer eventually found yourselves with the little kids watching as Spencer showed them a magic trick then watched as they slowly lost interest and start playing tag instead.

Henry shouted something and ran off with Jack close behind, leaving the two of you now alone, while the others were caught up in Rossi’s wine-tasting tangents.

It was quiet for a moment. You glanced at Spencer, who was already looking at you. Again.

His voice came out all at once, like he’d been holding it in. “Did you know that the shape of your hair follicle determines curl pattern? Curly hair follicle are more oval, which causes the strand to curl at an angle, creating the spiral-”

He stopped himself mid-ramble, his eyes going wide. “N-not that I’m analyzing your hair or anything, I wasn’t, well, I kind of was, but not in a weird way. It’s just, you know, science. And- uh- it’s… lovely. Really lovely.”

You laughed softly, warmth blooming in your chest. “Spencer, are you nerding out over my hair?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly flustered but unable to stop smiling. “Maybe a little. It’s just… scientifically interesting. And aesthetically… breathtaking. On you.”

You bit back a grin. “That’s the nerdiest and sweetest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

He ducked his head, the tips of his ears glowing pink. “Well… I’m kind of full of those.”

You leaned your shoulder gently into his, your voice playful. “Guess I’ll have to wear my hair down more often, huh?”

Spencer nodded, almost too quickly again, still blushing. “I-I wouldn’t mind that. At all.”

And for the rest of the night, every time you caught him looking your way, his smile was just a little softer than usual, and his stare more meaningful and filled with something more…

Hope you enjoyed @athenxt !! Thank you sm for your request<3 had sm fun writing this.

I’m going to get to the rest of the requests soon!! So if you’ve sent one in recently I promise they will be out! I’ve just been in a slump, unfortunately, but thank you all! <3

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witchywithwhiskey · 1 month ago

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ok so i'm still thinking about the concept of ✨sugar daddy dr. jack abbot✨ but i had some thots (maybe i'll write something longer idk we'll see) 18+ content ahead!

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who pays you extremely well to always be available for when he calls—and he always calls at weird times of the night. you don't mind so much, though, because you're a night owl, and he pays you well enough.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who calls you to come to the hospital sometimes, then sneaks you into a supply closet or an empty room and bangs you against the wall. your hands pressed up against some shelves or the wall, his arm wrapped around the front of your throat, holding you in place while he takes out all his frustration from the night on your tight hole. and all you can do is make soft little 'uh uh uh' noises while he hisses furious, filthy words in your ear.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who calls you when he needs help winding down from a tough night shift. he sits on his couch, the police scanner crackling softly in the corner, while you kneel between his spread thighs, taking your sweet time worshipping his cock. nuzzling his bulge through his pants, pressing soft kisses along the growing shaft before taking him out. then you lavish him with your tongue, tracing the veins and swirling around the tip, trailing back down to suck on his balls. by the time you finally take him in your mouth and work his length as deep as you can take him, jack's shoulders are relaxed and his head is reclined against the back of the couch. he lays a heavy, comforting hand to the crown of your head and guides you to the speed he likes most.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who likes seeing you in pretty pinks, soft purples and pastel blues. so much of his life has been spent in a monotony of earthen camouflage and drab, solid-colored scrubs that he likes seeing you in floral dresses and other pretty clothes, your makeup done to highlight your beautiful face and bright eyes. if he had his way, you'd be clad in nothing but lace and flowers and ribbons—all the prettiest things on the prettiest girl, and all for him.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who doesn't like to go shopping, but he'll take you if you ask (so you don't ask him too often). but he wants to see every single thing you try on. he'll sit in the dressing room, thick arms crossed over his broad chest, his eyes devouring your body while you parade around in pretty dresses with flirty skirts, giving a twirl and teasing him with a sneak peek of your panties. he'll be patient, taking you to all the stores you want, but when he gets you home, he's bending you over the nearest available surface before you can do more than drop all the bags full of all the clothes he bought you, sliding inside you and making you cry out, "thank you, dr. abbot!" until he's satisfied.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who loves eating you out so much, he'll do it for hours. at first, your body would writhe and squirm beneath his strong, calloused hands, fighting the pleasure he offered with his lips and his tongue. he'd pin you to the bed, devouring your cunt like a starved man, wringing one orgasm after another out of you, until you're a limp, sated mess. but he wouldn't stop. when you'd reach for him, weakly trying to push him away, he'd lace his fingers with yours, holding your hands hostage while he kept right on eating you, a glint in his brown eyes and a raspy, "c'mon, baby, you can give me another, can't you?" murmured from between your thighs. you'd huff and whine, your fingers twisting in his curly silver hair when he freed your hand to plunge two fingers into your dripping pussy. he'd pull at least another orgasm from you, making you come until your legs are shaking and you're sobbing your pleasure for him.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who isn't the type to buy you flashy gifts, or take you on exotic vacations, but he takes care of you in other ways. he buys you a new phone or laptop when you complain about yours acting up. he keeps his home stocked with all your favorite snacks and drinks, and he'll cook for you when you don't want to—though he likes having you sit on the counter while he does, because he wants you close. he's slowly filled his home with more blankets and throw pillows, because he's noticed that you like to snuggle and be comfortable, and he wants you to be comfortable when you're with him.

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who has a bit of a breeding kink, and gets off on the idea of knocking you up—even if he'd never, ever do that without your permission or while your relationship is what it is. but he loves fucking you raw, pressing his cock deep inside you, until the tip is right against your cervix and spilling his seed into your womb, a part of him desperately wishing it would take. he'd murmur in your ear about making you a mommy, how he'd take care of you while your belly grew with his child and how he'd be the best damn daddy a kid could ever have. it would be enough for you to start thinking there could be more between you and your sugar daddy...

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot who takes you as his date to the hospital's annual fundraiser. all the doctors and nurses get dolled up, bring their partners, and have to make nice with donors at the behest of Gloria. Jack doesn't mind it too much, he's happy enough to talk about his background as an army medic, and the ways the donors' money could help the hospital, particularly the ER. but he finds it so much more enjoyable with you on his arm, looking prettier than he's ever seen you, charming his colleagues and the donors with kind smiles and friendly chatter. all night, Jack gets ribbed by the others, asking him when he's going to put a ring on your finger and wife you up. and when the comments make you laugh, shooting him teasing, secret smiles, instead of making you uncomfortable, he starts to think maybe he should do something about making your relationship more permanent...

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tddyhyck · 2 months ago

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Tuesday [ l. dh ]

pairings ⇢ bf!hyuck x reader x mark x jeno x jaemin x jisung

warnings ⇢ 18+ free use, common hole, urinal, mind break, pet names: pup(py), papa, oppa, baby, mean names: too long to list, lowkey stockholm syndrome, shibari, all the bodily fluids, hairy bush, toys, body writing as humiliation, dumbifiction, odd relationship dynamics, nipple clamps, various sex toys, breeding, implied sterilization???, smell kink, bathroom sex, bukkake, watersports (piss drinking, golden showers, pissing inside), cum, spit, and piss as lube, edging, overstimulation, mentioned - object insertion, pussy inspection

word count ⇢ 13.7k

a/n ⇢ this is utterly filthy hehe i forgot to add the link to the pic that inspired this!! not sure the original source i reversed image searched and picked the oldest but alas ANYWAYS ,,

masterlist - ao3 - inspo image

the familiar sound of the alarm breaks the silence of the room and fills your tummy with excitement. you sit on stained sheets looking at hyuck still snuggled up in his covers. reaching over and petting his face softly, as his eyes flutter open.

“what a good view,” he sighs, looking up at your waiting eyes. stretching from his nap, he reaches around for his phone, turning the alarm off. “are you excited?”

“unhuh, i love Tuesday,” you grin bouncing on your knees making the bed creak. he pulls you to him squeezing you to his chest ass in the air and you breath deeply his musk filling your nose. it felt like a lifetime between now and last Tuesday.

“you’re so soft. how about we cancel and i just sleep some more and you get to be my pillow,” he holds you closer.

“oppaaaa,” you whine, kicking your legs in defiance. “it’s Tuesday, we can’t skip Tuesday.”

“i guess you’re right. they wouldn’t be too happy huh?” he tips your chin reaching to kiss your cheek. he pulls you on top of him tugging at the shirt you wear. one of his, stained a strange yellow color. he drags a hand from your face down your chest pressing the fabric over you. tensing as his hand soothes over the bulge in your tummy.

“such a good listener,” he comments, poking at the tight skin. you whimper leaning over grabbing his arms for support. “what’s wrong pup?”

“just,” you sigh, shaking your head, gathering yourself. “so full. been waiting all day.”

“yeah? drinking all your glasses?” he squints looking at the white board beside his computer. your name with tally marks beside it one for each of the glasses of water you’ve had. you nod bouncing on him, liking the way his soft cock mushes against your covered center.

“i even had one more,” grinning holding up a finger. he raises his eyebrows at you.

“hmmm, you must have to go really bad huh?” he asks, both hands soothing your tummy now. soft pressure against your bursting bladder makes you tense again.

“oppa, please, i want to hold it more, it feels so good,” you whimper, head hanging down as your hand rubs over your cunt trying to keep everything in.

“you’re so gross,” his familiar comment makes your heart swell and face heat. “such a filthy little head for such a pretty girl.” he pokes at your forehead.

“just so,” you can’t fully describe how it feels. the push against your bladder, the tickle it makes you feel between your legs. he watches you try to explain the feeling going on in your tummy and between your legs, but your head is mushy.

“i know,” he knows all too well. you still have a hand rubbing over your panties soft circles you don’t realize you're making. he lifts your shirt to watch you, a large wet spot already making the fabric transparent. he rubs over your panties a bow at your waist curly hairs peeking out.

“what have you been doing while i was sleeping?”

“just watching you,” you sigh. “played some, but i kept getting stuck in the water and it made it so hard so i had to turn it off. finished drinking all my water. made some snacks for you.”

“what else?”

“even rode my toy like you asked. but i didn’t cum i promise.” holding out a pinky he takes it with his own. leaning over him you grab your phone scrolling to the video you took just 15 minutes ago. he reaches for it, turning the volume up and watching.

you sit shyly hearing yourself whine and your pussy squelch as he smiles at the screen. watching your toes curling around the base as you ride the cock made just like his a silicone copy for you to stuff yourself with.

you’d been so shaky trying to hold back your bladder and your orgasm as you leaned over your face pressed to the seat of hyuck’s sticky gaming chair. the smell of old release filling your nose making you drool into the fabric.

“my girl,” he coos sliding his finger under your moving hand curling it to tickle your clit.

“didn’t even wake you up or anything,” you swell with pride. you wonder how long the video is, you don’t even remember. the push of the tip hitting your bladder made you sit fully on the toy grinding needy hips for more.

you could feel his soft cock growing against you not even realizing you relax into the touch but not before your eyes shoot open whining as you remember your full bladder.

“mmmm what is it?” you don’t respond, moving your hips and pushing your clit against his lazy finger. his chubby cock rubs against your thigh, you want to touch him, have him in your mouth while he tells you to let go all you’ve been holding but it’s Tuesday.

“c'mon pretty, we've gotta get you all set up huh?” he pulls away tossing your phone to the side as the video still plays and you slide off of him not before he can lay a slap on your ass.

you follow him obediently and he walks down the hall and opens the bathroom, not the one in your shared room but the one beside the kitchen. the door creaks open, its only use happening on Tuesday. the floor is cold and the same tools are on the counter, shelves still full with things.

“now or later?” he looks at you. you already know what he’s asking.

“can i have it twice?” you pout up at him. eyes big and lips bigger reaching to tug at his shirt. he really can’t resist.

“since you had extra water i guess you deserve a little reward.” you scramble to your knees the moment he agrees, excitement on your face.

“such an eager puppy. been waiting for it?” you nod, opening your mouth greedily. “how do you want your treat?”

“can i hold you please,” you bounce on your knees, hand reaching for his shorts. he nods, hand cupping your cheek and you snuggle into his touch. you slither up the leg of his shorts, usually you’d pull them down but you want to be a little different. he cocks a brow at you watching you push the fabric up bunching around his soft cock.

you can’t resist pushing your face to him breathing deeply to smell him. nosing at his balls you can’t help when your mouth drops open and your tongue slides over them.

“hey hey, don’t get distracted.” he corrects you by slapping your cheek. you straighten your back pulling away. you think you could live in his crotch breathing his smell in all hours of the day.

“sorry, oppa,” you apologize sweetly and his face softens. you tug at his soft cock pulling the foreskin back exposing the chubby head. you lean in licking your lips before kissing the tip. sticking your tongue out swirling under the foreskin greedily collecting the taste. he sighs when your lips wrap around the tip like a straw. he moans and you feel his hot piss start to dribble into your mouth.

mouth vibrating around his tip when you whine at the taste. so bitter and familiar, filling your mouth quickly you swallow as more follows refilling your waiting hole. his hand rubs over your face pushing at your filling cheeks.

you pull away catching your breath letting the still flowing piss hit your chest in hot streams. more yellow stains start to form as he releases more and more and more. you lean back in, mouth open tongue flat accepting it all like a good little piss girl.

“fuck,” he groans as the stream slows. still holding his chub in your hand letting the dribbles hit your tongue before swallowing. you pull him in your mouth again sucking and licking up the last of his liquid. you whine when it’s all gone missing the flavor already. he pulls your hair pulling you off of his soft cock tongue still trying to lap.

“so greedy, still wanting more. don’t worry little pissy girl you’ll have some soon,” he leans over you pushing his own tongue into your mouth tasting the bitterness on your tongue. you moan at the thought soon you will have all the piss you can take.

“let’s get you ready,” you let go of his cock and he holds your arms lifting you to your feet. he feels so safe.

“let’s put your shirt here,” he lifts the wet shirt off of your skin. the fabric sticks, making your tits bounce as he pulls it over your head. he puts it on the floor in front of the toilet so it can collect all the things.

your toes wiggle in the now cooling piss that escaped your mouth. you want to be really gross and put your face to the floor and lick it all up. but hyuck said you don’t get to clean the floor until after Tuesday.

“what’s got you so sticky?” he pulls the waistband of your panties away peeking at the slick sticking to your bush.

“you know,” you don’t want to tell him everything you’ve been thinking about. he spits into your open panties before slapping them back on your skin, patting over his spit to mix with your slick.

“do i?” he grins at you.

“keep thinking about last Tuesday. so many of your friends came,” you whimper at the memory.

“awww do you want more or less?” he tugs your panties down and you step out, feet pattering in the puddle.

“mmmm,” you think as he shoves your panties into his pocket.

“depends on who. i like-“ you pause, nervous to admit it.

“no secrets tell me baby,” he holds your hips pulling you closer.

“sometimes i like it more when it’s your friends. you know people i know. but sometimes i just like when they’re people i've never even met. it’s more i dunno.” you ramble and he nods at you.

“what about this Tuesday? what mood are you in,” he tilts his head at you waiting for your answer. you lean into him sticky tits pressing to his shirt.

“your friends,” you sigh into his neck.

“you’re in for a treat then.” he pulls you away kissing your nose making your scrunch your face. “you even did your hair, didn't you?”

you nod shyly, turning away as your face warms. he twirls a pigtail around his finger.

“gonna try something different tonight okay?” you nod. “need a yes or no okay.”

“yes please,” you grin at him. he pats your head before sitting you onto the cold toilet seat, the temperature sends a little shiver over the backs of your thighs.

“let me see you,” he bends down and you spread your legs wide you hold your thighs as he peaks at your cunt.

“so wet.” he hisses, sliding a finger between your folds. you wiggle your butt trying to get closer to his touch. “such a pretty cunt.” his fingers continue spreading your lips to look at your waiting hole. he could just shove his fingers in you right now, you’re already open for him.

“oppa,” he looks up at you. “you’re getting distracted.” repeating his words from earlier makes him smile.

“sorry,” he pulls away, licking his fingers before standing back up. he grabs the stained rope from the counter.

“hold your arms up, baby. “you do as he says, dropping your thighs so you straddle the seat. the position makes you too comfortable, the muscle memory hitting you and you squeeze your legs together. he giggles at you and it makes your tummy flip. grabbing your hands gently as he wraps the rope around your wrists.

“i think you’re going to like this position,” he says absentmindedly, focusing all his attention on the way the rope binds your wrists together. “so pretty and exposed.” your legs squeeze together tighter the push on your bladder not going away.

“don’t leak baby,” he can already read your mind, see the way you tense and squirm. the rope is rough but soft from overuse. usually he keeps your arms pressed against your thighs and your knees bent. but the arms over your head make you wonder.

“legs up baby,” you try to open your legs and lift them but the position presses against your bladder. tightening your muscles as your piss pushes and pushes and pushes. he holds your legs open shifting your ass nearer to the edge of the toilet seat.

settling his knees on your dirty shirt, face to your sticky cunt he begins wrapping your legs. thighs tightening as the rope binds around them, squeezing your skin. you get a little giddy thinking of the burns on your skin after it’s all over. your heart swells more watching all the work he is putting in, he loves you so much and takes such good care of you.

“i love you,” you mumble dumbly. he smirks, still focusing on his work.

“what’s got you spilling your guts?” he reaches a hand to pat your head.

“just love you so much. oppa takes such good care of me. makes me pretty and happy and still likes my loose cunt.”

“mmmm but you’re already so pretty for me,” you whine at his comment, heart growing in your chest.

“love you,” you repeat, head soft and mushy with the feelings for him.

“i love you, pretty baby,” he leans in, kissing your thigh sweetly before moving lower to wrap your ankles. you keep repeating i love you’s as you watch him. head growing dumber as he fixes you up.

“now baby, listen to me,” you look up at him trying to focus. “if you wiggle or move your wrists too much it’s gonna get really tight.” you nod up at him ‘no wrist wiggling, check’.

“and if you tug a lot,” he pauses wanking the rope behind your wrist making your legs fold pushing your tummy. “like that, your legs are going to bend even more. then you’ll start dribbling and we don’t want you leaking just yet.” you shake you head agreeing with him, even though you want to leak so bad.

“got it, no wiggling or tugging.”

“good girl.” he stands looping the rope over the hook he’d put behind the toilet just for Tuesdays.

“so excited aren’t you? thinking about all the cocks plowing through you tonight. want to guess how many you might get?” this was a little game he loved to play with you the closer you were to the right amount the more orgasms you’d receive through the week. the farther away the more water you had to drink on next Tuesday.

“mmmm maybe,” you paused thinking, running through a list of people. you know what’s going to happen but that doesn’t stop the desire forming your tummy. “three.”

“are you cheating? checking my phone or something?” you shake your head as he slaps your clit, and make your wrists wiggle, tightening the rope. “my pretty girl’s just a good guesser.”

“is it really three? did i get it?”

“hmm we’ll have to wait and see. you know i can’t tell you until after baby.” he grabs the jingling bells from the counter. he said he got the bells so he can hear how hard you’re getting pounded.

using a finger he pinches your nipple hardening the bud in his fingers. the clamp squeezes you as it jingles. reaching for the other nipple pinching it rubbing a nail over the bud making you whine. attaching the other clamp and he starts tightening it.

the pinch runs straight to your pussy, tightening and tightening as it jingles. you keep telling him you should just get them pierced but he said there’s no fun in that.

he runs a hand down your chest inspecting his work, his perfect girl exposed and spread out on her throne. fingers trailing from your pigtails down to your sticky hair that covered your pussy.

hyuck told you he liked the way his cum looked when he painted you down there. but he still bent you over the tub and shaved down the lips and your pucker. the smooth razor tickling your skin as he groomed you. made you his pretty doll.

“now let’s inspect that little cunt,” he gets back down level with your spread pussy. “such a pretty hole.” his fingers tug at your folds so he can see inside.

“let’s make sure you’re ready.” you nod, bells jingling. he uses a finger to open you up but it’s way too easy, no resistance and it’s not enough for you. the toy you’d rode stretched you, made you loose and sloppy.

“we’re just ruining your hole aren’t we?” cunt stretched from all the Tuesdays. he grins, adding a second finger from his other hand pushing inside of you to get a glimpse of your walls. he leans closer spitting inside of you making you moan. pulling his fingers out patting your cunt making sticky sounds as he does.

he looks at the shelf on the wall. toys of all shapes and sizes are starting to pile on top of each other. the lower shelf had less, common, toys. cans and bottles, markers, a bag of ping pong balls, various vegetables he replenished that morning just for you, and your favorite, a toy water gun.

you watch him rummage for something before he grabs the strawberry plug from the top shelf. he said you were so sweet so he had to get you something to match.

you feel giddy wondering what he’s going to do to you. you see his once soft cock now bobbing under his shorts. was it you making him so excited? were you pleasing him?

“since i gave you all my piss now and you get it later,” he pauses sitting the plug on the counter. “i’m gonna fuck you now and later. prep you for them and get you when you’re all soppy and loose.” you whimper at the thought watching him intently.

“how’s your tummy?” he asks, pushing on your flesh and you moan out forgetting about the pulse against your bladder but now it comes shooting back.

“gonna,” you whine, tensing as tightly as you can.

“why don’t i have a taste, let me give you a little break.” he leans in, lips closing around your clit. the pleasure immediate as the tip of his tongue flicks over your clit and your little tiny hole begging for release.

“you stop when i slap your thigh.”

“yes, oppa. i stop when oppa hits me.” you nod.

“like this.” he slaps harshly on your flesh. you nod again this time your head bobbing resting against your arms. waiting for him to latch onto you again, hot breath closing in on you. his hand pushes your legs back pushing them against your tummy.

whining as you relax into his tongue softly flicking ready to drink you. you don’t know you’ve started until he moans against you. hot piss filling his mouth as his tongue flicks over your hole sucking every spurt from you.

“oh god,” you whine, head lolling back as he sucks all of you up. it feels so good so relaxed, the flick of his tongue on your clit pulls you closer to a different release but the hand slapping your thigh pulls you back.

focusing as you tighten your muscles again stopping the flow from filling his mouth. he swallows it all, not a drop spilling into the water below, tongue collecting every drip from you.

“such a good listener,” he says, pulling away from where you want him most.

“now let’s decorate you.” he grabs a marker that’s seen all of you inside and out. only your oppa gets to use the pink marker. his friends have to use plain black.

he uncaps it, eyes grazing your body, deciding on his artwork. leaning in he draws a heart around your pussy the marker dragging softly on your skin. smiling at his handy work before moving his hand drawing a heart under your left breast filling it in with the pink ink.

you wonder what he’s going to write as he pulls the skin of your thigh taut. marker sliding across your flesh you think hard at the touches of the felt tip. it’s only four letters and he moves to the other thigh writing six more. you look down trying to reverse the image in your mind.

“you’re thinking too hard again. c - o - c - k -space- s - l - e - e - v - e.” he spells it out for you. he grins as you sound it out. “one more.” he leans back in, hand dragging over your coarse bush. writing stacked letters right above the hair.

F - R - E - E

U - S - E

he leans back admiring his designs, capping the marker tossing it on the counter. before pulling his shorts up the same way you did earlier, hard cock exposed. your mouth waters for the second time.

“you know you can’t go again until everyone is done. need you to be my good piss pup and hold it okay?” you nod as his cock pushes against your sticky hole. the tip filling you easily, before sliding into your heat.

“oppa,” you moan as he bottoms out. you really are still so tight he just wants to tease you, he’d need to have you ran through so many more times. the thought of his girl, moldable to his cock getting fucked and filled with every dick he could find made him go harder. gripping the rope over your head he uses it as leverage thrusting into you fast and hard.

you know he won’t let you cum. fingers ignore your clit only tightening around the rope as you swing into him. harsh thrusts hit your cervix making him moan watching your connection, the sticky slick gathering on his thighs.

“just a little hole for me,” he groans, speeding up just trying to cum not caring about your orgasm. just using you like a toy.

“wonder how loose your sloppy cunt’s gonna be after you get ran through.” you moan, squeezing around him the thoughts filling your airhead. you clench your fist focusing on tensing your muscles to keep your piss and orgasm away, it works for a little bit.

“getting too sloppy baby,” he slaps your tit, bells jingling loudly. tugging on the chain, your nipples already sore and squished. but he’s so close and the look on your face is priceless. mouth hanging open eyes glassy and dumb. just a dumb little toy.

“fuck,” he groans pulling out and squeezing his cock before pushing forcefully into your ass. you cry as the flared tip fills you up without warning. jerking his cock with a loud groan filling you with his cum.

“take it like a good little cum dumb,” he fucks his hot seed into you. moaning at the stretch as he pulls out his hand reaching for the plug and quickly shoving it past your rim. you groan at the sting his hot seed locked into you.

“keep that warm for me,” he thrums his fingers over the base, making it vibrate. he pulls away, letting his shorts cover his softening cock. your pussy is already swollen and drooling onto the base of the plug, a site for horny eyes.

“gonna be good for our guests?” he asks, petting your face softly. leaning into his touch you mewl, cheek mushing into his palm. “if you get too loud.” he holds up your gag and you nod again. you’re always too loud, but he says the neighbors like it. you wonder if they’ve ever come over.

he pulls away, dropping the gag onto the counter before turning around. setting up his camera, the tripods and cameras stay in the bathroom, angle already perfected to get all of your holes.

you sit watching admiring his practiced fingers clicking and connecting things you don’t even understand. you think he lets it stream on the tv but you aren’t really sure where else it goes.

before he leaves on Thursday he plays them back for you so you can see. he whispers in your ear while he touches you. you can already feel yourself melting into his touch hands molding to your skin as he shows you how good you were.

“already so dumb and we haven’t even started,” his hand on your chin pulls you from your dreamy state. whimpering as he looks you over one last time. a knock on the door draws his hand from you and makes your tummy flip, eyes wide and ready for whatever is going to happen.

“right on time. now be good and don’t you piss. i’ll stop it all.” you almost beg him not to but he’s already leaving shutting the door behind him. leaving you all alone with your head spinning and voices through the wall.

you always wonder what they do, hyuck and his friends on the other side of the closed door. you wish they’d open the door but the element of surprise feels too good. do they watch tv, eat the snacks you prepared, maybe even play a game.

you hear laughter and voices, but you can’t pick anything out specifically and you groan curiosity pounding in your head. you sit up as straight as you can when the handle jiggles but then it stops. they love doing this watching you get all excited but pulling away. it’s like when hyuck edges you for hours and hours and makes you cry.

the door swings open and you stare up. it’s jaemin. oh you love jaemin so much. he grins at you sweetly as he shuts the door.

“hi pretty girl,” he walks to you, his bulky frame standing over you. “look at you all spread out aren’t you?” you nod at him trying to sit up but the wiggling makes things tighter. right hyuck said that earlier.

“has your oppa already stretched you princess?”

“unhuh, but you’re so big,” you whimper. remembering the first time jaemin shoved his cock in you. so thick so heavy and you felt like crying. hyuck laughed at you watching the way your cunt could barely take it. jaemin made your belly bulge now you felt sweaty the thought of leaking because of his cock.

“am i?” he cocks his head at you squeezing your cheeks making your mouth open. you let your tongue hang out knowing he would spit down your throat.

“pretty little pigtails today.” he reaches for them, tugging your head back. you whine your neck pressed awkwardly against the rope behind you.

“mmm i think i like this position.” he releases your hair dragging a hand lower tugging on the chain connecting your nipples making you whine.

“want to be open for you.” you whimper as his hand creeps lower tracing the words hyuck had written.

“is this true, free use?” he questions condescending tone spilling with every word and you love it.

“unhuh. just a hole. want to make you happy, make you feel good.” you babble.

“your oppa still making you grow your hair?” you nod in response. “still shaved here though,” his fingers spread, making a v shape trailing over the heart shape. jaemin loves teasing you making you beg for him to fuck you.

“aww and you're all plugged up, what are you keeping in there,” he tugs at the slick covered base making you keen the stretch of your sore rim around the toy.

“cum. oppa, his cum,” you babble spit starting to pool in your mouth and spill over your lips.

“what a good oppa, but you won’t get pregnant back there baby,” he slaps the base of the toy. jaemin loves breeding too. likes telling you about how he’s going to fill you with babies. hyuck said you couldn’t have babies though. which was good because you were too stupid and irresponsible.

“will you get me pregnant?” you ask innocently.

“but you’re my friend's toy.” he groans, shoving a finger in your slippery hole. “can’t do that to your oppa.” he says, adding a second beside the first. you whimper watching his wrist flick and fill you.

“won’t tell him,” you whine as his thumb pushes against your clit. still sensitive from hyuck sucking the piss from you.

“oh he will notice. big round belly,” he rubs over your filled tummy bladder already swelling again. “you’d look so swollen even more than when you have my cock in you or when you're full of piss.” you moan at his words, the thought filling your stupid head. his hand pushes a little and you jolt tightening the ropes again.

“awww are you all full now?” blinking up at you with that smirk that makes you want to do anything for him. you nod whining when he pushes again.

“can’t. trouble.”

“oh we don’t want that, do we?” his fingers continue curling into your sweet spot before he adds a third. you shake your head against the rope pigtails whipping your face.

“hmmm i’ll have to be careful then won’t i?”

“more,” your spit bubbles when you say it. he obliges adding a fourth finger but you want him, his dick filling your greedy cunt.

“cock.” more spit spills and he grins at you. dumb and stupid and begging for him.

“why didn’t you just say,” pulling his fingers out, wiping them on your thigh. he unzips his jeans and your cunt dribbles with slick, a thick drop hitting the water with a plop. pulling his cock out, too big and heavy it hangs between his legs. he holds the base shaking it in his fist.

“which do you want first, princess?” your mind races decided between his hot cum or hot piss like a menu.

“cum want cum. want it in my hole. so empty now,” you whimper. he grins at you watching you try to wiggle closer but groaning when it pulls your legs tighter.

he moves closer closing the gap thumb pushing on your clit as he pushes roughly into you. groaning softly while you’re crying out at the stretch. stinging as he settles inside you.

“so fucking tight. you know my little toy at home isn’t as tight as you are? i think i’ve ruined her holes now, she’s all loose,” you whimper. thinking of jaemin’s girlfriend, you call her Friday, that’s her special day. you wonder what her cunt looks like is it stretched from all his poundings.

squeezing around him as he starts to slide in and out. such a pretty girl probably hiding a stretched hole under her panties just like you.

pushing into you hitting your bladder and sweet spot with every thrust making you dizzy with pleasure. he lingers deep inside you knowing the nudge of his cock against your full tummy is pushing you over the edge.

“bet you’re so full huh? holding all day for us,” he groans when you clench at his words, thumb circling your clit slowly.

“so full,” you whine, eyes lazy as he rocks into you. he peaks at the shelf beside you deciding what special treat you might get. you don’t see what he grabs but you hear it the familiar buzz filling the sticky room. hips bucking when he presses the vibrating egg to you clit. jaemin loves this toy, loves the way you squeeze around him when the buzzing starts and stops.

“wonder if i could fit this in here,” he pulls out long strings connecting you. he shoves the egg deep inside of you whimpering as the buzzing fills your walls. he thrusts into you before you can even collect yourself the egg hitting your cervix.

“unnnnn,” you groan out the tip of his cock pushing the toy deeper and deeper, vibrating his member in you.

“fuck, now you’re like a real toy. charged up and buzzing around my cock,” he groans, grabbing the rope on your thighs pulling you to him. you whimper more and more slick puddling out of you making lewd squelches fill the room. the sound alone could make you cum.

reaching under his cock he tugs the string of the egg pulling and pulling making it squeeze beneath his dick. your walls stretch as he tries to pull it out without removing his cock. the stretch and buzz sending shockwaves through you. he groans when the egg shimmies under the base of his length and he jolts into you. you feel your mind going mushy only thinking of dick dick dick. heavy cocks filling you making you feel so good.

“awww are you getting stupid?” he coos moving a hand from the rope to tug at your lips spit dripping onto your chest. you try nod but aren’t sure if you did the only feeling being the fill of his cock inside you.

“gonna take my cum baby? gonna make a baby with it?” he groans, getting sloppier. you whimper wanting to fill up with his seed growing your belly for him.

“gonna fuck a baby in your little cunnie make you a little breeding bitch.” he moans as you squeeze around him the words filling you even more than his member. he pulls the egg out letting it rattle on the floor using both hands to push on your tummy hard and fast thrusts.

“no no,” you moan, swollen bladder trying and then leaking.

“i won’t tell baby,” he moans hot dribbles coating his cock before you can stop. you cry thinking of hyuck coming in and pulling jaemin off of you as you piss and piss without any relief. you tighten hard and fast stopping the stream but breaking jaemin his load shooting deep and hot inside of you.

“shit baby,” he groans, pushing his seed deeper. “gonna make you a dumb little mommy.” his thrusts slow but he keeps filling you with his load seeming to never end. your bladder is still full but you can relax a little when his hands no longer press against you. whimpering sadly when he pulls out his cock almost white from all the cum.

you let your tongue hang out hoping he will give you a taste of something. he circles his fingers around his cock gathering all the slick before putting his hand to your mouth. lapping quickly collecting all of your mixed juices savoring the taste. he leans down spreading your cunt watching the cum try to spill out but he doesn’t let it. grabbing a different plug, a clear one to stuff inside of you, keeping you full.

“gonna let me give you a shower?” you nod stupidly, mouth still hanging open waiting for his treat. he bends his knees letting his sticky cock lay on your tummy right over the words hyuck had written. the size is shocking, wondering how you can fit all of that inside of you. the tip practically reaching your ribs.

“tell me you want it.”

“piss please. what your juice please, daddy. want it.” he grits his teeth at your words letting hot liquid spread over your belly. you whimper watching the stream grow and puddle in your belly button.

“so warm.” you whine as the liquid starts to drip below you. it makes you sad the thought of losing all his precious piss to the toilet water. what a shame.

“you’re so disgusting.” he moves his hips rubbing his leaking cock against you. “little piss slut. love being a nasty bitch.” you moan clenching around your plugs. his stream slows trickling down your sides and into the water before he stops.

standing up he grabs his heavy member standing over you he brings it to your lips. moaning around him the bitter piss and his salty cum filling your mouth. whimpering, he spurts one final time down your throat before pulling away. watching him with a satisfied brain dead look.

“fucking gross girl,” he coos twirling your pigtail. he grabs the rattling egg turning it off quickly. you smile at him stupidly as he reaches for the black marker from the counter exchanging it with the egg. he uncaps it tapping the tip on his chin as he decides what to write. hand hovering over your collarbones as he writes in pretty swirly letters. pulling away he admires his work before doodling beside hyuck’s lettering. drawing a crude dick, tip towards your cunt with small drops spilling on you.

“i think that suits you.” he tosses the marker the same way hyuck did before tucking himself back into his pants.

“daddy,” you whimper.

“be good for the others they’ve been waiting all week for you.” he grins, slapping your cunt. your eyes squeeze and when you open them you're alone again.

whining you kick your feet, ankles dangling as you look in the camera. hoping someone notices your need, your emptiness, your want. the door pushes opened and you hear laughing as jisung gets shoved inside. oh sweet jisung, just a precious boy. he’s so soft with you like you’re fragile.

his head is down as he shakes his hair out of his face awkwardly shuffling over to you.

“hi,” you look up at him.

“uh hey,” he mumbles, looking you over. it’s always awkward at the start with ji, taking a bit to warm him up. or really him to warm up to the idea of what he’s partaking in.

“missed you,” you pout. it had been awhile since you’d seen him maybe a month or more you weren’t sure all the days ran together.

“really?” he perks up.

“unhuh, where did you go away to?” you whimper. his hand slides over your ankle fingers tracing the rope.

“was busy, was working you know,” he mutters, hand going higher up your thigh making you tingle.

“oh okay,” you ignore the fact that he doesn’t have a real job.

“you look so pretty today,” making you grin. “little pigtails and makeup.” he rubs your face, thumbing the smudged mascara on your cheeks.

“oppa even decorated me,” you smile looking down at your still wet tummy, letters smudged.

“i see, and who wrote this?” his fingers trail the cursive jaemin had added.

“jaemin. what does it say?”

“piss slut,” he’s so casual about it. “your oppa told me he was growing your hair out. sent me some pictures.” you whimper at the thought of jisung’s phone full of photos of your hairy pussy.

“did you like it?” you hiccup.

“thought about how pretty it would look when i cover it in cum,” he says, making you whine. ideas of him jerking off onto your sloppy cunt. his fingers twist the sticky hair pulling and tugging harshly.

jisung didn’t usually fuck you, usually he’d come in with a cock hard and red and rub over your clit until he came. you didn’t mind you were a toy for his pleasure after all.

“mmm look at you,” he gets on his knees peaking into your cunt trying to get a glimpse of the white liquid inside of you. “maybe i should add some to you?” you can see gears moving in his head as he contemplates. taking time to dance a finger over your clit as he thinks.

he stands quickly shuffling his pants down and pulling his cock out. jisung and jaemin are around the same length but jisung is skinnier just like their bodies. he leans against you rubbing his cock over your clit pushing into your hair. you moan at the drag of his length over your swollen bud. pulling away he reaches down pulling the plug out quickly shoving himself in to replace your emptiness.

“fuck,” he groans hot cum surrounding his cock. he doesn’t know what to do with the plug so he just looks at you before shoving it in your mouth. you moan at the stretch of your lips. jaemin’s cum sliding on your tongue.

he hisses as he thrusts into you, cum forming a ring around his cock with each move of his hips. he won’t last long you think, he never does. that doesn’t stop you from savoring the drag of his cock the head bumping your cervix again. your walls pulsing around him squishing cum over his length.

you can’t speak only moan around the plastic in your mouth the taste of jaemin wearing off as it slides down your throat. jisung grabs at your thighs using the rope to pull you against him, meeting his quick thrusts.

groaning as his pelvis smacks against your clit and his balls heavy and sticky as they meet your ass. you can feel him getting sloppier almost ready to cum, his hair sticking to his forehead.

“gonna fucking.” he hisses looking at your begging eyes. he yanks the plug from your mouth and spit bubbles out as you whine. his shaky hand moves the plug ready to shove back in so you can keep all the goodies.

“shit,” he whines shooting hot into you, shakily pulling out of you and shoving the toy haphazardly into your abused cunt. he continues jerking himself letting the rest of his cum spill onto your pussy, painting your bush like he wanted. you can’t help but ogle at the way his cum continues spilling in slow streaks over you.

“fucking hot,” he mumbles rubbing his cock against your coarse hair. he’s still hard, rock solid against your pelvis. he shakes his head standing back up trying to fix his cock in his jeans. but the bulge is so prominent he just leaves them unzipped bulging in his underwear. you want him to fuck you some more until his cock is dry and spent. you want him to feel good.

he looks around the counter trying to find the marker jaemin had thrown earlier. he lifts it like a prize before looking back to you. he already knows what he wants to write so he doesn’t hesitate. uncapping the pen with a shaky hand pressing to your tummy. with small letters he writes cumdump right on your thigh he adds a heart and arrow pointing to your hole. he stands up awkwardly rubbing his hands together laying the marker on the counter.

“thanks,” he says, rubbing his neck as he turns to leave.

when he opens the door, jeno's already waiting like a line forming at a stadium for the bathrooms. jeno looks at jisung and eyes the bulge in his pants.

“is she too loose for your little cock?” he teases flicking jisung’s cock. jisung whines holding a hand over himself as he tries to sneak past jeno. you see eyes peering around his shoulders watching you. your heart grows all the affection for you and what you’re good at. jeno enters slamming the door behind him.

“hi puppy,” he his voice instantly softer, his sweet grin filling his face. jeno is so lovely. attentive and affectionate, soft and kind, but also so hard and thick and strong.

“papa,” you draw, maybe even dribble a little over your plug like a dumb puppy seeing its favorite person.

“miss me baby? not even been a week.” he smiles down at you petting your head sweetly. jeno was over just yesterday, was it yesterday you aren’t sure. he’d held you on the couch so your oppa could inspect your cunt. soft big hands on your thighs while hyuck fingered at your opening. peering in and taking close up pictures of your walls. using a special camera so you could see your cunnie on the tv.

your papa held you and praised you over and over making your feel soft while your gummy walls were explored. then he’d lifted you, shoving his cock into you while your oppa watched and rubbed himself. the camera was long discarded as he watched hot breath and fast on your cunt.

you liked when your oppa and papa made you pretty together. your papa, soft and sweet and your oppa, mean and rough. papa filled you up so much. you still felt the ache in your thighs.

“just like you so much,” you admit.

“aren’t you so sweet? do you think about me when i’m away?” you nod shyly face warming. you really do, even when hyuck’s inside of you. maybe even earlier when you fucked yourself open for him. thinking of pressing your face into jeno’s balls while he held your head and praised you for doing as you were told.

“what do you think about?” you felt shy even though you had told him before. even told hyuck and hyuck shared the same affections you felt.

inviting jeno over for dinner or a movie or your special time. having jeno come watch you when hyuck had to leave. watching his pet when he couldn’t. making sure you got fucked and played with so you didn’t get bored. hyuck didn’t want your cunt to rest, he said if you didn’t cum enough your brain would start working too much. he didn’t want your head to hurt, he loved you so much.

“just you know,” he caressed your cheek, thumb collecting spit and putting it in your mouth.

“tell me, puppy.” jeno got to call you your special nickname too. hyuck told you it was reserved for him and papa only.

“unnnn,” you whine when his finger circles your clit. “you, and mmm. think about papa, ma-making me pretty,” you whimper. he watches you, warm eyes staring into you. only hyuck could make you pretty, but jeno was so special. hyuck teased you about it, made you tell him all about it while he played with you. hyuck even let you call jeno papa or oppa. everyone else was daddy or mister or something like that. but jeno was, your papa.

“want your papa to make you pretty?” you nod your head filling with mush all over again. making you pretty was when hyuck fucked you stupid. made you empty headed and dumb for him. a drooly, pissy, toy he played with.

“has your oppa even made you cum?” he tilts a head circling his finger faster over your clit. you shake your head, eyes squeezing together, release drawing closer. relaxing your muscles to his touch.

“so mean,” he turns, looking into the camera. “how about your papa makes you cum? does that sound good?” you nod no words able to form.

“papa will even let you dribble a little. i know you’ve been such a good pup, holding all day. having all your glasses. your oppa even told me you had extra.” you nod his praise filling up your tummy. his fingers rub faster and you feel the relief so close to you like you can taste it or touch it.

“you can let go. just a little bit for papa, cum for me puppy.” you moan head lolling back as you cum, hot spurts of piss spilling. “good puppy get it all out.” he rubs his fingers, spraying your piss everywhere, opening his mouth to collect what he can the rest staining his shirt or landing in the water.

“stop,” he instructs but his fingers still attack your sensitive clit. tightening again you stop the stream a little dribble spilling out over the plug. leaning his head in he collects the leftovers and what cum is on your cunt. standing up he squeezes your mouth open, spitting the fluid into your mouth hot on your tongue.

you can’t help but moan at the taste. his fingers slow as you swallow before patting your clit.

“that feels better right?” you nod lazily trying to spread your legs wider for him. “look at all your pretty words.” his fingers trace the messages left on you. you wish he had a special marker just for him. maybe purple or blue.

“piss slut,” he reads, hand racking down your chest. drawing a heart with his finger over the heart on you. “free use.” his hand pushes on your tummy still full and needy. he grins as he moves lower. “cumdump. is that true?” you nod. “hmmm,” he investigates, tugging your flesh to see the words. “cocksleeve,” he whispers, thumbs brushing your inner thighs.

“you’ve been doing so good,” he says, spreading your cunt watching it swallow around the plug.

“been watching you get played with,” he continues pulling at your thighs to spread you. “such a good toy. makes papa hard watching his pup get filled up.”

“papa,” you whimper, eyes watering.

“papa will fill you up too, don't worry puppy. i know your little cunnie is needy and needs more doesn’t it?” stupidly bobbing your head. your papa is right you do have a needy cunnie that needs more wants more.

“papa can i taste you,” he tilts his head up pausing his inspection of your swollen cunt.

“sweet little piss pup,” he coos standing over you pushing your legs back farther with his own.

he unbuckles his belt pulling the leather from the loops. brushing your pigtails away and moving your head so he can wrap the belt around your spit covered neck. he tightens it to the special loop he made just for you. his hands are soft and sweet as he brushes your skin and tightens the leather making your throat squeeze.

he unbuttons his slacks pulling his chubby cock out. jeno is shorter than jisung and jaemin but he’s so thick. cock fat and heavy. you liked to think of him when hyuck put a soda can in you. the stretch similar to him but not as warm and heavy, only when hyuck would fill it with his pee did it get a little warm or heavy.

he pulled the waistband lower, letting his balls hang heavy under him. he knew you loved them. loves the slap on your chin as he fucked your face lips aching at the stretch.

you whined mouth watering as he held himself leaning into you one hand on the wall as his cock found your lips.

“want it all in here puppy?” his tip prodded your lips.

“wanna drink it all. wan it in my tummy.” you whimpered tongue sliding over the tip.

“don’t spill any puppy,” he pushes into your waiting mouth. and you try to swallow around him, lips already stretched with just the head.

“let’s fill up that tummy,” he pats at your bulging belly. moaning when you begin to taste him. your cheeks puffing up as he empties into them. he releases the hand from his cock letting you do the work. lewdly slurping and swallowing in quick succession, bitter yellow pouring down your throat so fast you can barely taste every drop.

“good pup,” he whispers, holding your pigtails pulling you somehow closer. moaning when your lips stretch around him. he pokes your cheek watching you hurry and swallow so none spills out. his legs pressed into your harder making your muscles ache the stretch more than you were used to.

maybe your oppa was right to stretch you more. he said good toys were flexible so you had to do your classes, bending over, touching your toes, he wanted to work you until you could get your legs behind your head.

you gulp and swallow and gulp some more drinking him in.

“you’re gonna suck me dry, puppy,” he coos as the stream slows taking your final swallows, already missing the fill of your cheeks. you keep him in your mouth, tongue flicking the tip of his cock tasting the last little drops.

you keep swirling your tongue around him trying your best to keep his heavy cock in your mouth. he groans almost growling, tugging both of your pigtails to force his cock deeper. moaning around him at the stretch. shoving himself deeper but you can barely take half of. you swear you’d been practicing, hyuck even got a big toy just for your mouth.

“tiny little mouth,” he mumbles a thumb trying to pull at your stretched lips. you feel tears welling as he pushes deeper and deeper. your teeth slightly dragging over his length, jaw not going wider. he thrusts into your mouth gagging you and the tears spring.

“aww is it too much pup?” thumbing at your wet eyes, mascara smearing more. you want to shake your head beg him to fuck your throat until it can take his length with ease. he pulls out spit spilling and covering his cock. bubbles spilling onto your chest.

“let’s see,” he holds your chin tugging your lips open peeking down your throat. “doing so good for papa.”

he steps away, your legs falling slightly. you miss him already. the warmth of him pressing to you.

“want you,” you whimper opening your fist but you can’t reach out for him.

“you have me,” he whispers, rubbing your face again. he grabs your hand lacing your fingers together, making you melt.

“no papa,” you search for the words. “want you down there.”

“hmmm where?” he teases. hand roaming down. “here?” touching your chin you shake your head. “maybe here?” he drags his hand lower, squeezing your breast. you shake your head again pouting.

“what am i missing?” he questions, grabbing the belt and tugging.

“papa, down there,” you stare up at him.

“here?” fingers dancing over the plug still stopping up hyuck’s cum in you.

“nuhh, my pussy, my cunt, my hole, cunnie. in me. want you,” you crack huffing at him. he just smiles softly.

“oh why didn’t you just say that puppy? you want me here?” tapping against the clear silicone stuffed inside of you. you nod eagerly.

“did they get you all stretched for papa?”

“unhuh can take you, been practicing so good,” you whimper.

“how do you practice?” biting your lip thinking to your practice.

“oppa makes me- he got me a big big big toy. oppa makes me sit on it while he plays games.” you babble. “makes me dribble cause it pushes on me inside.” you sound stupid only thinking about his cock filling you up.

your tummy felt hot when hyuck made you sit on the toy. he told you it was your pretend papa for when you needed to practice. sitting you on the floor in front of his chair while he played his games and talked to his friends, you buried the toy deep inside of your cunnie, belly bulging as you grinned against it. small puddle forming under you, piss and drool spilling from your holes.

your oppa would pick on you, call you stupid pissy puppy but it made your brain heavy face shoved in his crotch smelling his piss soaked shorts. his foot rubbed against you using his toes to push against your tummy making you spill and spill more gripping yourself to stop the flow but it just soaked into the carpet. it was just another wet spot littering the space beneath his desk.

“poor piddly puppy.” he pouts tugging at the plug keeping the mixed cum inside of you. “papa, needs to get you some puppy pads for all those dribbles.”

“please,” you whine, he tugs the toy out slowly before pushing it back in. cum squishing around the base.

“remember no more leaking, pup. papa’s gonna push your insides too but you can’t make a mess okay.” you nod as he holds his cock tugging the toy out using his tip to collect any spills before pushing into you. you’re always prepared for the stretch but it shocks you again. hot and heavy as he slides in cum sloshing in you.

thick so thick and big and so heavy and full

“still such a tight little pussy,” he groans. fat cock filling you up fucking used cum deeper into you.

“papa’s so,” you babble as he thrusts into you.

“dumb puppy,” tugging your pigtail again. thrusting slow and deep, making you keen. thankful he let you dribble earlier but the push of him against your bladder makes your eyes shake.

“full,” you mumble spit dripping from your swollen lips.

“what’s that pup?” he groans, pushing into your sticky walls.

“full, puppy so full papa,” babbling as his thrusts speed up. he tugs at the belt wrapping it around his wrist using it to pull your cunt to him. slamming heavy balls against the plug in your ass. your brain is broken just jeno and his cock and the fullness of your whole body. cunt, ass, bladder, all filled to the brim.

“look pup,” you open your eyes blinking up at him following the direction of his eyes. your tummy bulging with each deep thrust.

“little bladder bulging while papa fucks you. i’d fuck the piss out of you pup but your oppa would kill me,” he groans. jeno had a tendency to fuck the piss out of you. remembering the first time you finally took him all embarrassed when you started spilling over his tummy. but he just fucked you harder grinning as hyuck watched you.

“wanna go on your cock,” whimpering, wishing hyuck would open the door telling you to let go.

“i know, puppy. papa wants your little pissy cunt to let go.” he spreads your pussy, fingers rubbing your clit again. “bet you're already full again with papa’s piss.” you whine feeling the liquid slosh inside of you.

“hold it for papa,” he fucks you harder belt tugging on the belt around your throat as he pulls you into him. “can’t even make puppy cum or you’ll make a mess.” he pouts but doesn’t stop rubbing your clit bringing you closer.

“papa, ‘s gonna.” his fingers dragging you to release before he pulls away so you don’t make a mess. you groan pussy fluttering, but he just smiles back at you.

“papa’s gonna fill up his puppy’s cunnie,” he moans as you clench again, tightening the hold on your piss.

“want papa’s cum. want papa to make me have babies,” you whimper. he lets go of the belt lacing your fingers again making you purr brain melting at the affection.

“want to be even more swollen, puppy? gonna have little pups for papa,” you moan loudly at the words.

“want papa to stretch my tummy,” you beg, holding his hand tighter.

“fuck, nasty puppy,” he moans sloppily fucking into you. “gonna take all papa can give you?”

“want papa,” he groans, thrusting a deeply hot seed filling your sloppy cunt.

“nasty pup wanting papa’s babies,” he groans, slowing but still unloading cum into you.

“just want all of papa,” you babble. he rubs a thumb over your hand before releasing it reaching for the slimy plug on the counter. he pulls out slowly before roughly shoving the toy back into you. patting the base before pulling away. his cock is still so heavy hanging over his balls.

“so you want all of me?” you nod you really do. wishing he stayed beside you in the bed sandwiched between him and your oppa. sitting in his lap while your oppa played games so you weren’t so lonely at least your hand made good company for now. jealous thoughts crept in sometimes wondering if he had a toy. you wanted to be his only toy.

“such a good pup for papa. so good,” the praise melted into you like hot lava. his hand held your face sweetly as you nuzzled closer.

“now pup,” he gets eye level to talk to you. “papa’s gonna go, but papa’s gonna be here when you get done okay. papa’s gonna watch you, not much longer now and you can get all that piss out.” you nod into his warm palm, his other hand soothes your belly. so soft and safe and strong.

“miss you pa,” you mutter, he reaches up, unclasping his belt, sliding it from around your neck easily.

“i know puppy, i’ll miss you. but i’ll be so close.” throwing a thumb in the direction of the door. “be a good puppy and get all filled up okay.”

he pulls away, but grabs the marker. you watch as his hands soothe over your skin soft and tender. he starts with little hearts drawing sweet and pretty designs over you.

“hmmm,” he looks you over, deciding. the marker goes to your inner thigh writing ‘papa’s’ then switching to the right thigh and writing ‘puppy’. it makes you hot and warm and mushy in your head.

“papa’s good puppy, aren't you?”

“papa’s puppy,” you agree. he leans over you kissing your lips softly.

“i’ll miss you,” he pulls away, lingering before opening the door and slipping away.

you pout to yourself already missing his warmth the room growing cold now. the need to go comes in waves as you wait, muscles sore and tired from being bent and folded up. you want more though. head empty save for thoughts of cocks filling you molding your holes to their shape. if you weren’t plugged up you’d be dripping. thoughts of heavy cocks filling you soothes the ache in your muscles.

“oppa,” you call looking into the camera beside your head. “more.” you stare lazily into the lens pleading eyes, listening for anything but you just hear voices not able to make out words.

the door swings open and mark stands before you. you feel giddy. something about mark made you feel sneakier and dirtier. he was in seminary, studying the word and praying before participating in these activities. the idea of his school finding out about this made you tingle.

“fuck,” he groans looking you over. “you think you have some room for more?”

“always have room for mark,” you grin at him.

“i don’t have much time.” your face shifts into a pout at his words.

“gotta go to mass,” he coughs. your tummy flips, he’s come to fuck you before going to confess all of his sins. does he tell his priest about you?

“you don’t have to just, maybe, just.” you pause trying to come up with an idea. he’s pulling his cock out hard and pleading for something. “use my mouth.”

“jen stretched you good huh?” he leaned closer pushing his legs against you the same way your papa had. he’s leaner legs not as hot against your skin. thumbing over your swollen lips dragging them open.

“want cock,” you parrot like a little robot. he laughs at you coming closer, hands on the wall leaning over you, the tip pushing into your mouth.

“fuck,” he hisses as you take him swallowing easily around his length. jeno’s length but not the same meaty thickness. a nice good size especially for your little mouth. he thrusts into your hole spit spilling from your lips when he pulls back. you moan as he hits your throat holding back a gag as he continues. you need to make him feel good, make him cum.

“shit, just like that,” he moans into his palm, grinding into you his pelvis hitting your nose with ease. he doesn’t move keeping his cock deep in your mouth and you start to choke around him. he pulls out sloppily, spit spilling over his cock before you can even catch your breath he’s pushing in again. lips stretching around him as he drags slow and steady inside you.

“gonna make me cum,” he whines, thrusts fast and sloppy into your throat. he slips out pulling away jerking at his cock, a finger tickling at his own nipple over his shirt.

“holy fuck.” he groans thrusting into his fist. you eagerly watch the slide of his hand over his spit covered cock so delicious.

“cum on me mark. want it all over me please,” you whine. you wish you could do the work, hold his cock in your hands and have him spill over your fingers. the door swings open, slamming it behind him.

“fuck,” mark whines so close. watching intently as hyuck grins at you from behind mark his fingers sneaking around to pinch marks nipples.

“what the- shitt,” he moans, white cum spurting onto your tits catching on the chain. you watch as your boyfriend teases mark’s nipples and somehow you grow wetter. hyuck whispers in mark’s ear.

“filthy piss baby,” he hisses, cum painting your tummy and chest a pretty little mess. you whine tongue hanging out hoping to catch a measly drop.

“dude what the fuck,” he tries to turn to hyuck but he grabs him pushing mark back against your legs.

“awww hyung, i thought you liked it.” hyuck says, grabbing mark’s cock making him hiss.

“bro what the fuck,” he tries squirming away but hyuck holds his cock tight flattening his other hand rubbing his palm over the tip fast and hard. mark whines melting into hyuck. you’ve watch this game they’ve played many times. mark trying to push hyuck away but eventually caving from the pleasure.

the scene in front of you makes you want to touch yourself. hyuck swirling mark’s cock in hot circles making the older boy cry into his hand.

“she wanted you to make a mess, hyung. so you better fucking make a mess,” hyuck growls, he’s practically humping mark. mark's tummy is tensing and he lets out a loud whimper as clear liquid pulses out of his cock spilling onto your tummy.

“oh my god,” you whine watching it cover you in messy spurts. hyuck slows his hand before tugging on mark’s cock making him wince.

“good boy,” he pats his back, releasing his hold on him.

“you’re such a freak,” he turns, pushing hyuck away.

“you still didn’t do everything she asked.” hyuck pushes mark back to you forcing him to face you again. “c’mon you can do it. i told you what would happen if you didn’t.”

hyuck grabs mark’s cock again, aiming it at you. your mind only thinking about what hyuck would do if mark didn’t do what he said. it makes you clench your filled pussy.

“look she’s waiting,” hyuck said, shaking mark’s cock. hot stream hitting your tummy before you even realize mark’s pissing. moaning as it hits your tits with hyuck’s help.

“what do u say to her?” mark whines.

“little piss bitch. you like it when you get covered in my piss,” he whimpers. your mouth still hanging open and hyuck aims to hit your tongue and you swallow greedily letting it spill over your lips.

“can’t deny that little face,” hyuck coos watching you lick your lips.

mark stares at you eyes wide while hyuck holds his cock piss slowing to a dribble then stopping. hyuck shakes mark’s cock the last drops hitting your cunt sliding down over the base of your toy.

“now,” hyuck pauses, tucking mark back into his jeans. “go repent.” he pats mark’s ass and mark’s face burns as he quickly leaves. the door stays open while hyuck stands in front of you.

“aren’t you so pretty,” he coos, rubbing your sticky cheek. “room for one more?” you nod staring up at him, failing to notice the group forming at the doorway.

“didn’t even have to gag you. i think all those cocks in your mouth helped.” he pulls his hard cock from his shorts lowering the elastic until his balls hang.

“unhuh,” you agree, mind spilling out of your ears as you watch him come closer.

“been stretched so much i think you’ll take me good.” he tugs the plug from your ass making you cry as his cum spills out onto his cock. you whine clenching, missing the fullness but he doesn’t make you wait, shoving into you quickly. you hiss at the stretch, his cock pushing past your tight rim with practiced ease.

“oppa,” you whimper, cum squelching inside of you as he fills you up. it squeezes out of your tight hole, spilling out of you around his cock.

“took so much cum so well,” he moans, he tugs at the plug stretching your cunt, squishing cum around the silicone. “fuck so slippery.”

you can’t pull your eyes from where he enters you cum covering his cock, sticking to his legs as he slams into you.

jisung peers from the doorway and you see them, jaemin, jeno, and jisung watching as hyuck pounds his own cum from your hole. whining when you make eye contact clenching tightly around hyuck.

“so gross, you want them to watch?” he motions them closer and they pile in heads all down watching the way you swallow hyuck’s cock.

“such a greedy slut,” jaemin moans, his fist jerking over his cock.

“love being a little toy for us to use,” hyuck says, slamming into you.

“takes it so well doesn’t she?” jeno says with his heavy cock in his hands.

“so disgusting,” jisung adds, rubbing his fingers over the tip of his cock. they encircle you, surround you with dick just like you like.

“gotta go,” the pressure on your bladder is too much as hyuck hits it hard with each trust.

“aww gonna piss? “ jaemin perks, you nod your eyes fluttering trying to hold back but it’s harder and harder.

“gonna piss on your oppa’s cock?” hyuck groans.

“is gonna,” you whine squeezing around your oppa. “please.”

“mmm i dunno.” you whimper at him as jaemin’s hand pushes down on your tummy, his evil smile right in your face.

“what do you think?” looking over to jeno. he leans down closer to you, his thumb pushing on your clit, rubbing at the bud.

“she’s been such a good puppy, she needs to make a mess,” he says softly.

“i guess, are you gonna listen to your papa?” jeno’s pet name falling from hyuck’s lips make you tingle with want. you nod making yourself dizzy, hands all over you, holes full.

“let go for us little pup,” jeno says and you can’t hold it anymore relaxing quickly letting hot piss spill from you. jeno’s thumb spraying it over hyuck’s tummy, his shirt turning yellow.

you melt into the feeling bladder releasing as your orgasm rolls over you. pleasure from everything all of your thoughts fall away. hips bucking into hyuck as you shiver, piss still spraying hard and fast you couldn’t stop if you wanted to. hyuck moans at the way your sticky hole flutters around him pulling him in.

“fuck,” he groans pouring more cum into your ass. “such a good cumdump.”

“so much piss,” jisung mutters, the hand on his cock fast and sloppy. you whimper at his words embarrassed but pleased.

“ it’s - ‘s too much,” you whine, wiggling trying to escape from jeno’s thumb and hyuck’s cock still filling you. the pleasure sending shockwaves through you. hyuck slows his hips as your piss dribbles down over his cock.

“such a good puppy,” jeno coos at you.

“god you're so soft with her, why don’t you just marry her,” hyuck rolls his eyes, but a grin tugs at his lips, staying inside of you.

“how can you be mean to this sweet thing?” jeno rubs your cheek with his piss covered fingers. you mewl nuzzling into his sticky palm.

“easy,” he says, tugging the chain making your squeal. jisung groans, making the boys turn their heads to see him pumping his cock frantically.

“gooner,” jaemin says flicking jisung’s chest.

“you know what? i really have to piss,” hyuck says, turning back to you.

“in me,” you mumble into jeno’s hand.

“you heard her,” jeno uses his other hand to tug on hyuck’s hair making him whimper. he keeps his eyes on jeno, staring as he commands the room. hyuck whines again hot piss filling you up and bubbling in you. his moves his hips letting it gush out of the tight hole.

“open,” hyuck does as jeno says mouth wide when jeno spits into it making you whimper. your tummy is hot and bubbly as you fill.

“fuck,” jisung groans, leaning closer so he can cost you in his cum.

“mmmm,” you love the feeling hot jizz pooling on your tummy as pee is fucked into you.

“she’s so nasty,” jaemin comments looking between your legs, where hyuck’s piss dribbles out and into the water. reaching again for his cock jerking himself over your leg.

hyuck finishes filling you but jeno keeps a hold on his hair as he pulls out. a gush of yellow before hot sticky fluids glob out of your sloppy rim plopping into the water.

“look at that,” jeno says leaning over hyuck’s chubby cock pulling his hands from your face and his hair he spreads your cheeks watching as the cum spills out of you. leaning even closer you feel his breath before he spits on your hole.

“god you really are just a dump huh? how do you even fit all that inside,” jaemin moans again as his hand speeds up.

“toy,” you bubble. “stretched me.”

“yeah your oppa’s too small to do that,” jeno smirks at your boyfriend

“fuck you.”

“mmm you wish.”

“shut up i’m about to cum,” jaemin growls. you moan again your boys bickering makes you drippy. hyuck spreads your legs, making room for more cum to shoot over jisung’s puddle growing in your bush.

“messy puppy,” jeno coos at you, dragging his fingers from your ass collecting the fluids before bringing it to your lips. you moan taking his fingers into your mouth easily whimpering at the salty bitterness the taste means they care for you. he fucks his fingers into your mouth pushing them deeper making you gag around them.

“can i,” jisung interrupts, raising a hand. “uh piss on you?” you nod eagerly watching hyuck stand and make room for jisung.

“you know you don’t have to ask?” he says grinning as jisung steps in front of you, his face red.

“i think i could go too.” jaemin grins, holding his cock aiming it at you. “jen,” he asks, nodding at jeno’s heavy cock.

“not yet,” you pout, wanting him to make you messier. his fingers slide from your mouth holding your chin sweetly, calming you down. you’re too focused on your papa to see the piss start dribbling out of jisung.

“she likes it when you piss on her clit,” jaemin says reaching to grab jisung’s cock and aim their streams at your swollen bud. you whined loudly watching it splatter on you, the hard waterfall hitting you in just the right way.

“moreee,” you groan, the hot streams vibrating you so close to another orgasm.

“fucking disgusting. are you really gonna cum because they’re pissing on your cunt?” hyuck teases. you squirm trying to grind against the liquid.

“gross girl,” jaemin says as he moves closer to you, his tip getting sprinkled on. his hand slowly moves on jisung’s cock and he’s already getting hard again. whimpering when jeno shoves his fingers in you fucking the last of oppa’s cum out of you

“gonnna,” you groan out back arching as you release again. piss still streams on your clit but it was jeno’s fingers shoving inside of you that sent you to the edge. he keeps going his digits fucking the liquid that spill on his palm into your sopping stretched rim.

“shit, ji’s already hard again,” jaemin announces, piss stream slowing to a dribble as he still jerks jisung’s in his fist. the boys all look at the movement, watching in glee as his cock grows stiff once more. jeno’s fingers help you come down slowly before pulling out cum spilling alongside them. you whimper when he rubs his sticky fingers over your swollen and used up pussy.

“sorry, i -“ jisung whimpers when jaemin speeds up.

“do you even have anything left?” hyuck teases reaching around to pinch the boy's nipples, making jisung cry and his face go red. you watch the slide of jaemin’s hand over jisung’s cock, the scene makes you clench causing another glob of cum to spill out of you. you can’t help it.

“aww even our dumb puppy likes it.” jeno coos flattening his fingers to rub your clit hard and fast before pulling away only to slap it. you arch into him rope tugging on your skin. when you look back, jeno has his hand next to jaemin’s spreading all your juices over jisung.

“fuckkkk,” he mewls, pulling his lip between his teeth, hips thrusting into their hands.

“let her have it,” hyuck mumbles into jisung’s neck.

“yeah ji, cum for your hyungsss,” jaemin coos. and jisung loses it legs shaking as he moans our eyes closed tight when clear starts spurting from him. you whine when it hits you coating your tummy and pussy all over again. watching his slit spill it over jaemin’s fist while jeno pumps the base.

“so pretty,” you whimper.

“yeah she likes watching boys touch each other. makes her little cunt wet,” hyuck says pinching jisung’s nipples once more before releasing him letting him crumple on the cool floor.

“aww you get off to anything don’t you,” jaemin says, petting your face with his hand still coated in jisung’s leftover cum. you nod into the touch savoring the warm sticky feeling against your cheek.

“i would show off some more but i’m spent,” hyuck says, eyeing jeno who has yet to cum for a second time. jaemin nods in agreement pulling his hand away but admiring you.

“i guess i could give our puppy some more,” jeno draws, making you perk up.

“pleasse, papa,” you beg kicking your ankles.

“we can still watch,” jaemin grins, peeking at the bulge in his friend's pants. he licks his lips not so subtly when jeno pulls himself out, cock heavy.

“and still touch,” hyuck slithers a hand over to jeno’s ass pushing him towards you.

“you know,” he continues tapping his chin with a finger, before tugging jeno away and bending down. “this little hole is still full. maybe you could use it.”

jeno eyes the base of the plug still in your pussy. the tempting tight warmth he craves.

“papa please,” you whimper. the thought of him stretching your pussy one more time makes your whole body warm. he smiles at you before grabbing hyuck and pushing him back easily. moving between your legs, hands over your inner thighs.

“show us how you stretch her cunt won’t you jeno?” jaemin asks squatting to get eye level with your hole.

“pa,” you repeat babbling stupidly so cock drunk to even make anymore words.

“sweet stupid puppy, gonna fuck you now. you’re gonna be good and take papa’s cock?” he soothes a hand over your inner thigh before tugging at the plug the cum spills out easily before he can push in letting it drip onto his cock.

“unhuh,” you can’t say much, just whine and moan when the head pushes into you filling your used cunt easily. sloppy wet squelching fills the room as he fucks into you.

“fuck,” jaemin says watching the way your pussy swallow all of jeno’s fat cock.

“jen we wanted a show,” hyuck says from behind tugging at his pants, letting them poop with his boxers on the floor. you can’t see what’s happening behind jeno just hear hyuck giggling. his hands spreading jeno’s cheeks so he can peek at his asshole. watching the swing of his balls against you, from between his legs. jeno doesn’t flinch just keeps fucking you full and full and full.

“i think she wants it harder,” jaemin grins and you nod. he moves behind jeno stepping behind hyuck before he grips his hips pushing him somehow harder and faster into you. your mouth just hands open spit drooling as your mind grows dumber and dumber just cock on your brain.

“fuck,” jeno groans, hyucks hand grabbing his balls squeezing them.

“cum papa, won’t you cum for your puppy,” he teases, watching from between jeno’s legs as his cock disappears and reappears more cum covering it each time.

jeno moans out fucking his hips deep into you making your hiccup. you whimper as his tip hits your cervix, cum spilling. jaemin keeps his hands on jeno’s hips pushing him as hard as he can into you.

“breed your stupid little pup,” he groans into jeno’s neck. you moan at the words the thought of jeno’s seed making a bay in you swelling you up all for him. jeno soaks in your heat for a moment catching his breath before pulling out slowly letting the cum drip from you. not totally sure who it all belongs to at this point.

“good puppy,” he puts leaning to kiss your cheek then your lips still open as you drool from them. you whimper lapping at his lips. cum still coming out in globs.

when he pulls away he joins the pile of boys on the floor in front of you. all red faced and sleepy looking at you still open and pretty for them.

“she’s still gonna be spilling cum for another day,” jaemin laughs. jisung shakes his head, still eyeing the way it piddles from you.

“you know hyuck doesn’t care if she pisses on his bed, he's not going to care if she gets cum in the sheets,” jeno smiles, remembering when he’d sat on that same bed with hyuck watching you clutch yourself to keep from pissing. but hyuck pushed his feet into your tummy, making you spill and spill until you cried. sitting in the puddle before hyuck made you touch yourself while they watched. you’d been so good, so obedient, and so embarrassed.

“she likes the smell,” he beams at you and you nod.

“she’s disgusting,” jaemin says, laughing at the pout on your face.

“she can’t help it,” hyuck pouts back at you. “i broke her so long ago she doesn’t even remember what it’s like to not be disgusting.”

jaemin stands up first walking over to you before patting your thigh.

“see you next Tuesday, make sure to stretch your little cunnie for me,” he grins before waving to the boys and leaving the room.

“he’s my ride,” jisung shuffles up awkwardly waving as he leaves quickly following jaemin.

“and then there were three.” hyuck says.

“did you get all brain dead, puppy,” jeno pulls himself up walking to you. you babble a response.

“wanna stay over?” hyuck nudges jeno’s shoulder.

“if you don’t mind an alarm, i gotta work tomorrow.”

“nope our dumb girl will sleep through anything. you’ll have to wake her up with a drink though,” they grin at you expectantly. the ideas for the early morning are already filling their heads as your empties even more.

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omg haiii :3 #1 i just found your account and i love your works! the way you write is just… mwahmwahmwah. besides that! i’d love it if u could do a jinx x reader where reader is lowkey oblivious but jinx is super obvious with how much she wants to fuck… and when she finally gets to hit she degrades and dumbifies reader… orrrr am i just thirsty 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

♱ fantasy. ♱

oh girl this is sexy trust, WE IS THIRSTY TEW!! also thank you, you’re so sweet!! i’m glad you enjoy my works :))

syp. the first time jinx set her glowy shimmer-charged eyes on you, she knew she had to have you—and she always gets what she wants. no matter that you were friends and you were oblivious to her constantly undressing you with her eyes, fighting her urges to completely ruin, defile, and destroy you. you’d come to realize soon enough.

cw: nsfw content!!, dom!jinx plotting on that p***y (lol), sub!reader (i'm a switch!jinx truther but let me cook...), a lot of degrading + dumbification, cursing, dirty talk, some praise, teasing, mocking, she forces you to take it!!, mentions of oral/fingering/gun-play, strap-on sex, hair-pulling, pet names (toots, hon, babe, baby, bunny, etc?), possessiveness, nastiness galore (lord forgive me!), reader’s past sex life is purposefully written to be vague, + prob more

wc: 4.2k!!

jinx’s fantasies involving you started a month ago when she was off roaming the rowdy streets of the undercity for a market sale. well, before it. she had begrudgingly taken up silco’s orders to keep tabs on the shipment coming in and out before the market opened to the public. for what? ‘who freakin’ knows?!’ she thought.

in retrospect, jinx was never an overly sexual person. she understood what it was, why people participated in it, and her own sexual preferences but she’d never devoted much time to finding someone to fuck or to fuck her for that matter. she's fucked before, but that was it. plunging her long, slender fingers into her own cunt while reading a racy scene in a shitty romance novel was enough to get her rocks off. she figured something was missing but she brushed it off.

her mind was… elsewhere most of the time.

(a month ago...)

lost in her thoughts, per usual, jinx doesn’t see you standing in all your beautiful glory. she walks right past you, eyes darting along everything she can see to accurately take in the information silco wants her to report back to him. she's still preoccupied with the inner workings of her mind and not too much with the zaunite public.

well, that's bound to change one way or another.

suddenly, she's stopping dead in her tracks. something's changed. the air feels charged, full of opportunity and something else. curly lines, shapes, and colorful graphics fill her vision—overwhelming but she feels as though she can really see clearly for the first time.

her nostrils catch a whiff of something… sweet. inviting. like freshly baked cookies although it's almost incomparable to how truly delectable the scent is. she's taken by surprise at the smell of something so good, good enough to eat, to devour. she’s never smelt anything or anyone so delicious. it intrigued her beyond belief, she knew that whatever it was, she was going to have that thing.

that’s when in her own self-induced frenzy she'd caused by frantically turning and thrashing around to look for where the smell led her, she sees you for the first time. as radiant as ever.

everything's in slow motion.

you're leaning up against a metal post and speaking to a market vendor, your voice as sweet as ever chatting to them about ‘who the fuck cares’. your smile is the brightest she’d ever seen living in a place full of drug addicts, violence, and poverty like you’ve never been subjected to zaun in your entire life.

she watches as you flip your hair to one side, hips swaying and fingers twiddling against your satchel. she watches you so intently, that she can see your eyes blinking slowly, she can count your individual eyelashes and remember the number for the rest of her life.

to say the least, jinx is enamored by the sight of you, let alone your smell. images of how good you'd look naked, and what your skin would feel like against hers cloud her vision, creating the perfect first impression of you in her mind. she looks further at you, specifically your ass and the jeans hugging it perfectly as well as the curve of your hips. the veins in your neck travel further down beneath your shirt and she can't help but wonder what your chest would look like.

bare.

before this moment, she'd never thought of somebody in such a vulgar light; it put her in a state of shock. she let her mind wander even farther off into jinx-landia and she imagines what it would feel like to slide her fingers into your pussy and press the pads of them onto your g-spot. she wants to know what it feels like to feel you get wetter and wetter and what it feels like to make out with your pussy—to push your own juices into your mouth and kiss you dumb. she thinks about testing how deep your cunt could get—how pretty your ass would look riding a cock, tits bouncing in the air.

controlling herself was something jinx always had problems with, so she isn't surprised when she is unable to stop herself from approaching you. her feet seem to be dragging themselves towards you like some sort of magnetic force.

“hiya, toots,” spills from her lips before she can even stop and think about what she's doing.

you pause your conversation with whomever you're speaking to, looking over in her direction to find her staring intently at you. confused and a little petrified, you stand up straighter, as you aren't expecting silco’s adoptive daughter to be staring you down at the beginning of some random ass tuesday morning.

“uhm, hey,” you respond, sounding more like a question rather than a greeting in return.

‘this is gonna be so much fun,’ jinx’s eyes light up and she lets her lips curl up in a friendly smirk, running through ways in her mind how exactly she’d ruin your body, mark you up, and claim you for herself.

because no matter what, nobody else is ever getting a piece of you now that she's sought you out.

no fuckin’ way.

…

somewhere in the present, there’s an idea—a certain narrative established between you and jinx.

you’re friends. good ones.

you don't know what else would explain the obvious liking jinx has taken to you. what else would explain the way she’s always touching you, looking after you, and asking you personal questions? questions so personal they have your eyes widening and gripping the edges of your clothes.

"have you ever, y'know, done it before? had sex?"

"what sorta stuff you into? like, sex stuff."

"you ever touch yourself? what feels the best? just trying to see if i could learn somethin' interesting for myself."

you never answer, often opting to lower your head in silence. how could you? it was wildly inappropriate and quite frankly, jinx made you shy. maybe it's because she's so pretty, and bold, and has a waist so small and touchable that you just want to-

no! 'why does she care so much?' you ask yourself frequently. no friend has ever been so crass...

duh! she gives a shit because she wants to fuck your brains out 'n then maybe cuddle you a bit! but you don't know that...

jinx follows you around too, insisting you need protecting since "you're too pretty 'n perfect" to not have protection.

one day, she started walking you to your god-awful job and never stopped. her excuse was, "can't have anyone takin' advantage of ya so early in the morning, princess. janna knows they'd try with a face 'n a body like that...whew", she whistled to herself.

needless to say, she kept your life interesting. she always seems to find you, no matter where you are. like she can sense your presence anywhere. you figure she doesn't have many people to talk to, everyone's scared of her being silco's daughter and all. but, you don't have anyone either; no parents or friends. no girlfriend.

well that makes two of you. sort of.

you both are currently smushed together on her sofa in her hideout making bracelets—snacks, craft supplies, and sleepover galore surrounding you. earlier on in the day, jinx had swung by your apartment (how she found out where you lived, you had no clue) and invited you over for a sleepover for the first time. you were surprised she was trusting you enough to let you see where she retreats at night and where she spends most of her time eating, sleeping, plotting; scheming.

she has a knack for making you feel special; like it’s just you two in the world and nothing else matters.

she makes you feel alive.

you’re shaken out of your thoughts by a grinning jinx. yes, physically shaken. both of her palms are placed on your shoulders, gripping them tight and looking into your eyes almost as a way to silently ask if you’re having as much fun as her. heat transfers from her usually cold hands to your skin which has you internally reeling. you’re wearing a tank top, comfortable enough with her to show a little something extra, “whatcha thinkin’ about, hon?”

you smile back at her, “nothing.”

you swear you see her eyes flicker down to your chest for a split second but you ignore it. her eyes move quick due to the shimmer, ‘you’re seeing shit, girl’ claims the angel on your shoulder.

“hmm, you’re lying.”

“am not!” you counter.

“are too,” she doubles back.

“whatever.” you finalize, emphasizing the ‘ever’. you’re not interested in arguing with her any further or giving her the satisfaction of proving her right.

you focus on the friendship bracelet you’re creating for her, determined to make it as pretty as you can for her. you want her to wear it—like it. love it, even. it fills you with a sick satisfaction knowing that soon you’d be wearing each other's creations, way more than it would if you just saw her as a friend. you see her pause her movements out of the corner of your eye but you keep going.

the faint sound of her own bracelet dropping to the couch cushion causes your head to rise up, looking at her in slight confusion. you’re not shocked to realize that she’s already looking at you.

“’m bored,” jinx replies blankly, pouting cutely.

“and grass is green. what else is new? you’re always bored, girl,” you playfully nudge her arm.

“well… grass has more of a grey hue down here so-“

the funny but slightly depressing joke nearly flew over your head but the knowing smirk on her face clued you in on her shenanigans.

you gasp in disbelief and nudge her arm a little harder now, fighting to stifle your laugh under your breath, “ha ha. very funny.”

“yeah, toots. i’m extremely hilarious,” she holds her head up high and crosses her arms above her chest.

she pauses, “let’s play somethin’.

she faces you fully now, right knee switching from resting next to your left to mirroring both of your knees, parallel to you. she scoots closer, and by now you know her calculating personality. you know that whatever she’s up to, has to be mischievous.

“ever hear of truth or dare?”

you roll your eyes, “of course i have!”

“then, you know the rules… right?”

“yes, jinx. i know how to play,” you rebuttal.

maybe you should’ve known her attention span wouldn’t last long while bracelet making. even if the speaker blared her favorite music at her gadget station, filling the space with a comfortable ambiance.

she smiles widely, “then let’s fuckin’ play!

“it’ll be so. much. fun,” she gets closer to your face with each word to emphasize her point, biting her lip and giving you intense eye contact. sexually charged eye contact. but again, you don't realize.

“fine. fine! but you’re going first. you're better at this sorta thing.”

she leans back to give you more space, just enough space to where it's socially acceptable to still be incredibly close to your friend. she's clapping her manicured hands together as her smile grows bigger and her shoulders tense with excitement.

"truth or dare?!" she asks in a televised over-dramatic fashion.

"truth."

'too easy' she thought. although, 'this is good,' her thoughts linger further. she figures she should start you off easy.

jinx has now stopped her clapping to put a finger on her chin in a thinking motion, obviously pretending to conjure up an interesting question that she's probably already picked out in her head.

"hmm...have you ever had a boyfriend?" she asks confidently, putting emphasis on the 'boy' part of "boyfriend" in a mocking manner; like how a sibling or family member would tease you about a crush.

your eyes widen, already caught off-guard by her first question.

"uhm... no. i-i don't really like boys like that."

she licks her lower lip and smiles once again, unbeknownst to you because you've just confirmed that she actually has a chance to win you over. although, she had her suspicions when she first met you.

"ever had a girlfriend?" she questions further, a serious, eerie edge to her voice appearing at the thought of you ever even romantically touching another girl. hell, in any way, shape, or form.

blinking rapidly, you shut her down quickly, "what, no! never really got the… chance to."

initially, you were going to tease her by mentioning that she was only allowed to ask one question but, you couldn't help but shake the feeling that she wasn't going down without an answer from you.

"awesome, good to know! your turn."

"okay. truth or da-"

"dare," she cuts you off delightedly.

you file through your mind to give her something entertaining to do but you find absolutely nothing, your mind blank like always the very moment you get around her. jinx makes you feel like you don't have to live your life thinking so hard. it's peaceful.

"damn, you are bad at this game," she snorts.

"hey, i can't help it. you've gotta help me here."

she raises a brow, "i mean, you could ask me t'do basically anything. y'know i'd do it," she slowly cocks her head to the side, still gazing deep into your irises. her braids follow the movement of her head.

"make it nasty."

"what the hell am i supposed to do? tell you to take off your clothes?!"

she doesn't waver, "yeah. yeah, that's a good one. do it."

you gulp, throat now dryer than ever and your fingers hurt from tightly grasping the fabric of your sleep shorts, 'here goes nothing.'

"u-uh... i dare you to t-take off your shirt," you order weakly.

jinx doesn't even let you finish your sentence before she's crossing her arms in front of her to tug the tiny, thin tank top off of her body, you follow her hands and you watch her chuck it on the floor carelessly. you look back up at her only to realize that,

she isn’t fucking wearing a bra.

you gasp in shock and secret arousal, eyes darting to the spot below you as you avoid looking at her soft, perky chest any longer, not wanting to over-step or make her uncomfortable.

"hey, you're startin' to hurt my feelings, babe. gave you that idea for a reason. makes shit more... interesting."

you look up to meet her eyes and for the nth time, you see her staring right back at you, gaze charged with something more than usual. you may have been oblivious, but you weren't dumb, something was definitely going on here. something that friends shouldn't do alone.

but you can't stop. it's turning you on.

the game continues on for many rounds after that, you and jinx switching back and forth from truth and dare, learning more and more about each other as time passes by. you start to get the hang of her outlandish questions, answering them shyly but not as reluctant as before. something you'd never get used to was the hypnotizing way her tits bounced with each slight movement, entrancing you. you learn that she's had sex once before and that she likes rope play and getting her hair pulled.

she also mentions other personal traits of hers that make your head spin, "y'know when i get wet, i get reeeally wet. like water wet."

needless to say, you know more than you should. she seemed to not mind telling you these things either, almost excited to clue you in.

"truth or dare, baby?"

"truth," you choose once more, the pet name affecting your better judgment and the seductive tinge to her voice causing the wetness already present in your underwear to leak through to your shorts.

jinx doesn't attempt to pretend to think of a question, "tell me, toots. what turns you on? what gets ya goin'?"

"what do you mean? like some sort of a kink?"

"yeah, like a kink."

embarrassment falls over your face like a dam breaking. you have to lie. this was getting too up close and personal for your own good and the only thing that could save what's left of your dignity is a lie.

"i-i don't know..."

so much for a lie.

her unhappiness with your answer is expressed when you see her narrowing her eyes at you. she leans in close, nose brushing yours and you can feel her warm breath on your face, "i know you're lying," she says real sing-songy-like. she's teasing you, and enjoying it.

her slender finger points in your face, “no fair! showed you my tits, toots! play by the rules."

"okay! okay! god, this is so fucking embarrassing-"

"c'mon..," she urges you on, eager to learn more about your sexual side and what takes you cream. she desired to know what made your pussy wet before she stuffed you full. but again, you don't know that.

"i-um. i read something onc-,”

she cuts you off once again, “don’t got all day!”

you sigh, “okay! i like getting called names. mean ones,” you blurt out quickly—sick of her antics.

“and i think i like it…rougher?”

her seemingly continuous stare falters for a split second before a bubbly laugh escapes her throat, smiling bigger and better than she has all day.

“oh, yeah? you like it… rough? you like getting treated like you’re nothin’?” she laughs out incredulously and somehow she’s gotten closer to you, lips almost close enough to graze yours.

“jinx… i- what are you-“

“what if we… played somethin’ else? somethin’ a little more worth our while.”

she figures, ‘ay, i’ve waited long enough…i need her'.

“like what?” you inquire even though you're no longer oblivious, catching on to what she means by “somethin’ else.” you feign innocence.

you feel a calculating hand travel up your leg, they’re slightly sweaty and cold which makes a shiver crawl down your spine. your chest visibly quickens, eyebrows furrowing, and eyes glossy with desire. jinx, still maintaining eye contact with you, remains calm although internally jumping for joy as she's finally got you where she wanted you the moment she laid eyes on you.

"how wet are ya right now, toots? you look like you're 'bout to cream your fuckin' pants!"

you audibly gasp, and she continues,

"i bet you're just drippin' down there... this whole time i've been sittin' here thinkin' you're being tortured answering all my questions, but, the entire time you've been gettin' off to it, haven't ya?!"

a single tear gathers in your eye out of complete and utter embarrassment. despite that, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't fucking love it.

her hand stops at the edge of your top, fiddling softly with it, "you can tell me to stop, baby! but, i have a feeling you don't want that," she whispers against your lips. you feel her tug the bottom of your tank top tighter, balling it in her clammy fist.

"dont! d-dont stop."

and just like that, a switch flips in her head. she's grabbing the back of your neck and smushing her lips against yours, capturing them in a searing kiss that has your lips aching. as soon as you feel her tongue attempt to break into your mouth, you let her in.

you initially jump in surprise but quickly sink into the kiss once you get used to the overwhelming contrast between her cold hands clutching your waist and her warm lips pressed on your lips. soon, she's basically drooling into your mouth, tongue trailing over every detail of the inside of your mouth as if she's trying to memorize the space. it's disgusting, really. but, it makes your cunt sloppy.

jinx breaks the kiss to pull your top over your head. she throws it on top of hers. the same one she abandoned long ago at the start of the game. it creates a small heap on the floor of her cozy abode.

"fuckin' whore," she laughs.

you moan, biting your lip softly as a seductive tactic to keep her kissing you.

"wooow!!" she drags out humorously, pressing her hand against your throat and tightening slowly with each word that comes out of her mouth, "you really are a slut. you like when i'm mean, slut?"

you nod, words seemingly impossible to form at this point.

she tightens her hold on you, bringing your neck closer so her mouth resides next to your ear, "if you don't speak up, i'm gonna make it hurt. 's gonna hurt so bad, bunny. gonna torture you. ‘n i know it’s our first time and all! don’t wanna have to scare ya just yet!"

unable to stop rambling, she continues, "hmm... maybe i'll shove the biggest fucking cock i have into your tight cunt... no prep! betcha you'd take it so well. hell, you'd probably like it! you're nasty like that."

"maybe i'll stuff my gun in there...with the bullets inside."

"please, jinx. fuck me.”

she just smiles, “i thought you’d never ask.”

…

you swear you see your life flash before your eyes because of how hard jinx is pounding your poor, abused cunt into the couch cushion. she has you face down—ass up with your hands held together behind your back by her own hands. your face rests on the couch arm, halfway visible to her so she can marvel at your eyes rolling to the back of your head and crossing achingly.

her own eyes roll at the sight of you in such a lewd state, “fuck, toots! you’re takin’ this cock so good. suckin’ me in your pussy like a good little cockslut. mmph. jus' swallowing it whole, fuck!!"

her pace is fast but calculated; and planned. as always. she’s roughly rolling her hips into yours to produce the addictive whore-ish moans to spill from your mouth. she’s also focused on watching her cock disappear in you, your cunt swallowing her cock like it was supposed to be there. the open space is filled with creamy cunt sounds and skin-slapping noises.

“holy fuckin’ shit, hear that? ya hear that pussy creaming ‘round my dick? she’s talkin’ to me, baby!”

you speak, remembering her resentment towards you not responding to her, “y-yes! i-i do, jinxie.”

“yeah?! you think she’s tryin’ to tell me how much she loves me? how much she loves when i split her open on my dick?” she reaches below your stomach to slap at your clit right where the balls on the faux cock meet your skin and you shudder in pleasure.

“fucking love your dick, ‘s so good, s-shit!”

it’s like her mouth won’t stop. she’s relentless—bullying you with her words as well as her cock. jinx pulls you up by your hair so your upper body mirrors hers. she slows her pace to thrust deeper and harder in you, damn near knocking the wind out of you. that causes to you choke on your breath, and your mouth is open as far as it can go.

“h-hah! aww… ‘s just sooo good, isn’t it?"

"see what happens when you’re good for me? good lil’ whores get good dick, ‘n i love givin’ it to ya, hon.”

you’re uncontrollably moaning, voice echoing loudly as you beg her for more—to wreck you.

“more! m-more please!”

“more?!“ she removes her hand from your head to dig her nails into your hips so she can get deeper, so she can open you up.

“you. want. fuckin’. more?!” she slams into your pussy with each word.

your pussy is drooling with your arousal and the shared sweat between you and jinx. you can feel it squelching down your legs with every thrust and throaty laugh she lets out at your pathetic form.

“god, you should see yourself. such’a perfect slut.”

with every word you feel your pussy quiver, getting closer and closer to cumming around her cock. when you curl your toes and inch off of her to prevent yourself from orgasming a whopping 3 minutes in she’s not having it, quickening her pace but keeping her almost-painful thrusts deep.

“nope! gonna take it all. ya asked for it, toots! you begged me to stick my dick in you. so take all of it.”

“b-but ‘m gonna cum! don't wanna yet! oh my god, p-please!!” you beg her for the slightest bit of mercy.

uncaring, she leans down next to the side of your head, lowering her voice, “you’re gonna fuckin’ cum, ‘n you’re gonna cum telling me whose pussy this is. who’s is it, babe?”

“who’s feedin’ this cunt good dick?!”

“you, you! only you.”

“yeah, ‘s me. cum, toots. soak me—get me wet.”

and that was it, “fuck! ‘m cumming!”

you release a soul-crushing moan and triggered by your sudden high, you grip the edges of the couch arm and fuck your ass back on her to deepen her thrusts if that’s even possible. wetness squirts from your cunt and everywhere around you, soaking the entire space below you including jinx’s lower half. the last thing you remember before you pass the fuck out is the hazy, content look on her face and incoherent mumbles that probably consisted of,

“that was way better than a fuckin’ fantasy.”

…

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drabble dump 2 | joaquín torres x reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Summary: Two more drabbles inspired by some headcanons: Joaquin and how much you love his curly hair and Joaquin holding your handbag for you. Warnings: I don't think there is anything. Word Count: 745 A/N: I'm finally home from my trip 🎉 But I had a diverted flight late last night so my 45 minute flight home ended up being almost 4 hours of travel in the end, so I'm feeling extremely exhausted today – hence posting another small little drabble collection tonight. I have received so many requests from you all this weekend and I cannot wait to start writing them now that I'm home 💗 Thank you for all the love on my fics I posted while I was away.

Curly hair.

Every time Joaquin washed his hair, you loved getting to see his curls come out in full force again. He never did anything to style them, usually leaving his hair as it was or putting some kind of mousse or gel in it to tame it a little. But curly haired Joaquin was your favourite out of all of his looks.

It might’ve had something to do with the fact that he was also almost completely naked, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and that his hair was still a little wet, dripping water onto his chest as he walked out of the bathroom and back into your bedroom.

From your spot, sitting in bed and scrolling on your phone, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. “Damn, my man looks good right now,” you said, meeting your eyes as he grabbed a towel and started to dry his hair a little.

Joaquin laughed, shaking his head. “Just right now?”

“Hmmm,” you pretended to think on it for a minute. “You do always look good, but you look especially good right now… you should wear your hair curly more often, baby. It suits you so much.”

He put the towel down over his shoulder and turned around to look at you again, raising his eyebrows. “You think so? Or is it just because I’m shirtless, freshly showered and wearing nothing but a towel that makes you think that?”

You smiled to yourself as he walked closer to your side of the bed and sat down on the edge of it so he was closer to you. You reached forward to touch the curls, even though they were still wet.

“I mean, that certainly has something to do with it, but it’s not the only reason I love when your hair is all curly,” you admitted. “I’m just saying, maybe you should look into how to style it and keep the curls in longer. I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to you doing that…”

Joaquin chuckled to himself. “Okay, angel. I’ll take your word for it.”

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Joaquin holding your handbag for you.

One of the many things you loved about Joaquin was that he never thought twice about things that you asked of him. He was so head over heels in love with you that he would do anything for you – holding your handbag was like second nature to him.

“Baby,” you pulled him aside as the two of you started to walk out of the restaurant.

You’d come out to dinner with your co-worker and their partner, a double date, and realised you needed to use the bathroom before you left. It was going to be at least another half hour before you got home.

Joaquin looked at you, a little bit of worry in his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom, will you wait for me here?”

He nodded and you started to walk away before he realised you were still holding your handbag. He didn’t hesitate before hurrying after you. “Angel, give me your bag.”

You turned around upon hearing his voice. “Oh, you wanna hold it? I can just take it in there with me, I don’t mind.”

Joaquin stared at you and held out a hand for you to place the bag into. He didn’t need to say anything for you to give in and take the bag off your shoulder before placing it in his hand. He walked back over to where your co-worker was waiting while you were in the bathroom, slinging the bag over his shoulder as he did.

There wasn’t a single moment that he cared about the fact that he was an adult man, well dressed in one of his nicest suits with your handbag over his shoulder. All he cared about was that you could go to the bathroom without worrying where to leave your bag and that everything inside of it was safe.

Even when someone walked past him and gave him a strange look, he didn’t blink.

When you rejoined them a few minutes later, you tried to remove the bag from Joaquin’s shoulder but he shook his head. “I can carry it till we get to the car, angel,” he said, reaching down with his other hand to take yours as you followed your friends out of the restaurant.

You don’t know if you could love him any more if you tried.

#joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x you #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #captain america brave new world #falcon

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Girrrrl pls write more mouth washing headcannons like you just did 🙏🙏 truly you are a good writer and I enjoy your posts (I saw your intro and happy belated birthday!!)

thank you so much anonny!! so sweet :) i honestly love you for this request bc that means i can ramble on and on and be super unserious 👅 i'll section this off into two, nsfw and sfw!! (adding the read more link bc this is long!)

(reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns)

୨⎯ sfw ⎯ ୧

anya ۶ৎ

strikes me heavily as the "stay at home and rot" typa gal

and she's so real for that!!!

dates w her would definitely consist of little picnics, sitting by the lake and having deep talks, stargazing, pottery, library dates, all that good stuff >0<

she's totally slavic

i can't exactly put my finger on it but she gives russian/polish

will def give you nicknames in her one of those! (im not listing any bc im gonna be so embarrassed if i butcher my own language 😭)

if you're good at it, she loves when you braid her hair or do it up in fancy styles, she'll wear it for literally the rest of the day

LOVES seeing you all dressed up

like if you have a job that requires you to dress formally, and you walk out that bathroom with a dress shirt and slacks on??? ur gonna be a little late for work

she makes GREAT pasta dishes

vodka pasta, shrimp/chicken alfredo, mac n cheese, lasagna, gnocchi, YUMM

likes baking as well, but isnt very good

the most impressive thing she's ever made was chocolate chunk cookies that had literal pockets of gooey chocolate

can you tell im hungry

she's toned asl

loves the gym!

i feel like she dresses modestly for the most part in public but at home she'll wear crop tops and teeny shorts

definitely the type of person to give great advice but never use it

likes your voice, will say whatever to get you to talk (even better if you're someone who just talks and talks and talks) (me)

very comforting to talk to

WOULD NEVER JUDGE YOU OMG

you almost ran someone over? we've all been there!!

you actually ran someone over? why were they jaywalking??!

they died on the spot? ...get the boat.

i feel like she displays all of the love languages

but her main one would be words of affection i think

calls you love, dear, darling, all that sappy mush

wife!!!!!

curly ۶ৎ

ever since i've read what the devs said abt him liking snow sports i genuinely cannot stop imagining this guy skiing or snowboarding w you LMAO

but besides his love for that, he likes summery sports as well!!

like surfing, volleyball, badminton, tennis, golf, etc

dont take this in a weird way but i rlly just see him as the sugar daddy type

like yes he's your significant other BUT he's a good-looking man who looks a bit older, so if you look a lot younger than him then yeah ppl are gonna raise an eyebrow

but they have the right to bc every time you two go out he buys you something expensiveee

showers you in jewelery

he loves the beach!! (same)

definitely the type to massage sunscreen on you EWWWW (im kicking my feet)

he likes to give you massages in general, those strong ass hands be at WORK!!!!

my friend said he looks german and i can't get it out my mind, pls gimme opinions bc i totally agree 😭

sosososo nice and friendly and caring

loves taking you out on cruises, swanky resorts, michelin-star restaurants, the works

and if you like to workout he takes you on gym dates

my favourite

sometimes when he doesn't feel like going he'll just use you as a weight lol

likes randomly lifting you up

loves to listen to you ramble while he's cooking

good at cooking!!

calls you darling, princess, baby, beautiful

gentleman!!!

daisuke ۶ৎ

dream gen z bf

has a skincare routine he does with you every night

and if you arent there with him in person he'll facetime/video call you so he can "make sure you're doing all the right steps"

(he just wants to admire your LETHAL face card)

pothead >0<

this man takes you on dates GALORE

the arcade, thrifting, the mall, walmart (if they in walmart together they fucking RAW /ref), go karts, amusement parks, the beach, more i can't think of

likes when you do his makeup/give him a full glam makeover, it's so fun to him

lots of piercings

you HAVE to have a good relationship with his parents (saw this somewhere on ao3!)

has HUNDREDS of pictures of you in his gallery

has pics of you sleeping, cooking, walking, eating, watching tv, doing work, drinking, just existing

the type of mf to take like a thousand pictures of himself if you leave your phone around him

his love language is 100% physical touch and sending sappy ass tiktoks/instagram reels/everything else

LIVES ON SOCIAL MEDIA

he totally has like a fashion acct and it's just him trying on clothes and giving reviews

he has an impressive following!!

omg speaking of fashion, THIS MAN.

he's not like wisdom kaye level (one of his biggest inspos) but he can DRESSS

he'd totally judge you for wearing like socks and sandals or something utterly unacceptable

"girl. take those ripped skinny jeans OFF."

kinda like swansea is, i can see him being a sneakerhead (no i am not projecting)

calls you babe, dude, pretty girl if he's feeling freaky

jimmy ۶ৎ

he's such a pos i need him so fucking bad

he tries to clean up for you

shaves more, wears cheap cologne, tries to keep his home as clean as possible (which...isn't very clean)

is EXTREMELY dependent on you, esp if you're well off

loves getting high with you

off of VARIOUS substances 😭

mostly powder or acid but you two will shoot up from time to time

you've bailed him out of jail several times

committing crime dates!!! like

oh and yk eating out (at mcdonalds off the dollar menu), road trips (in his rusty ass truck), facetime/videocalls (his phone is so fucked up, his internet is horrible, and his camera quality is disgusting) whatever

hes so pathetic but he loves you so so so much

even if he doesn't display it like a normal person

his love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation

because that's all he can afford

very jealous, the two of you got into an argument once bc he thought you were looking at curly

tries to keep him away from you as much as possible

dont hate me for this but he definitely abuses his partners

psychologically, physical, verbally, sexually

but i dont care we love you jimmy!!

tbh most of the headcanons i have for him are nsfw, hence why this list is so short

im sorry!!!

swansea ۶ৎ

now THIS is a sugar daddy

(he's not technically bc you don't use him for money) (you better not.)

anyway!!!

he absolutely LOVES to take you out on fancy dates

likes travelling!!!

i can see him being a big fan of italy, germany, thailand, the bahamas

(psa: guys once before you die you HAVE to go to the bahamas omg its so freaking lovely and the locals are very very sweet :) )

oh he definitely enjoys a leisurely game of golf

he's such a sweetheart like he'll make you breakfast in bed and cook you a romantic candle-lit dinner and give you back massages and urghh

gives THE most insightful advice

actually super smart, will help you with any college work you have

his strong suits are math and science!

very good at cooking, devs themselves said he makes a mean paella!

i can see him being rlly good at cooking cultural food

like dont let this man make butter chicken or pad thai 👅 it will be GONE.

he admires you very often! you're so beautiful!! yes you!!!

he really likes it when you cuddle him

like aww imagine he's just watching something on his macbook and then here you come curling up next to him

AWWW I LOVE HIM

he's not super affectionate himself but if he notices it makes you happy then he'll try to show you that he loves you more physically

his love language is gift giving/quality time

having long talks with you is a must, especially when you are tuckered and all snuggled in your bed, and the tv's on but you aren't paying attention to the plotless show because you're too focused on listening to each others life stories, revealing little bits of lessons you've learned and why the way you are

ily swansea

୨⎯ nsfw ⎯ ୧

anya ۶ৎ

very gentle

unless she's like super into it then she'll start gripping your thighs or tonguing you down more intensely

she def watches porn when you aren't around and imagines the actors are you and her

but only the amateur lesbian type. that produced shit makes her cringe and uncomfortable

lots of toys!!1!=1

has the softest cutest moans

isn't particularly loud in bed, the loudest you'll get from her is a long, shaky whimper

loves giving head!!!

she literally has a fucking waterpark like she gets SO wet

not the easiest to turn on, which is why sex is uber intimate and precious to and with her

she's very sensitive and he orgasms are intense

also doesn't have the best stamina, will go literally two rounds before she's knocked tf out

PILLOW TALK

ughh she can't keep her lips off of you

even when you two aren't making love she's always kissing you somewhere

do NOT let her get a hold of a strap-on.

her stroke game is so freaking good like where does she get the experience??!

she likes your tits, her hands are always on them even in non-sexual situations

no matter their shape and size, she thinks they were sculpted by the gods

she thinks you were sculpted by the gods!!!

if you're super loud in bed then you're in luck bc she can't get enough!! she cant!!

she only initiates if you two are laying down, she'll wrap her arm around you and kiss your jaw

then she'll ask "is this okay?"

HELL YEA

curly ۶ৎ

oh man

he's 100% the type to put you in the most absurd positions

one i think about him doing all the time is like he'll be standing and he'll be drilling into you while you're UPSIDE DOWN

he's such a gentle giant, if you like it rough you'll have to beg him to stop being so nice

makes the hottest noises when you give him head

aughh he'd totally shut his eyes and keep a hand tangled in your hair and curse under his breath and buck his hips

when he initiates, it's always by lovingly running his big hands up and down your waist and pressing tender kisses to your neck while he whispers "i love you" and "so beautiful" in your ear

ooh that'll do it!!

you trying to initiate though? literally just kiss his neck and all of a sudden you're on your back

you call him "grant" when things start to get hot

like imagine moaning "curly"

doesnt watch any porn whatsoever

if he's horny and alone he'll just pleasure himself thinking about you

very very romantic, don't let this man find out it's valentine's day or your birthday or ANY holiday for that matter

like yk those tiktoks where someone is showing off a hotel room that their spouse decorated all romantically for their birthday, and then it cuts to the morning after and everything is all messed up after a few rounds?

YEAH THATS CURLY

for the love of god PLEASE SIT ON HIS FACE

likes risky/public sex

definitely part of the mile high club

loves fucking you in the kitchen

he seems like the type to grope you

but in a 'husbandly' way

like before he leaves for work he'll kiss you and smack your rear

or while you're cooking dinner he'll just squeeze your tits/ass

he loves ur ass!! i see him as an ass man

LMAO ASS MAN

good stamina, can go a FEW rounds

he will ALWAYS let you come first. no exceptions except for when you're sucking him off

he's so fucking good at giving head it's genuinely unbelievable

he likes his nipples played with

guys i NEED you to hear me out on this, he'd eat your ass/he likes anal

BUT LIKE ONLY IF YOU WANTED

but c'monnn don't tell me he wouldn't spit on it and get it real wet before slipping it in

daisuke ۶ৎ

THE freak of mouthwashing

canonically he's always horny lol

other ppl say he'd be a virgin but i cant see it 😭 he been to all those parties and he looks that good, are you sure he didn't get him some?!

watched a shit ton of porn before you two got together

and lemme tell you

HE DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE

big ass, petite, goth, ebony, asian, latina, blonde, brunette, bbw, interracial, WHATEVER.

enough of that

he's soooo noisy and sensitive like it doesn't make ANY sense

ESPECIALLY from head like he'll be gripping the bed/couch and moaning like a girl into the air and his thighs will be twitching and-

loves to edge himself

like if you're sucking him off and he's close, he'll tug your head off of him and take a breather before letting you do your thing again

LOVES recording you

literally i can see him downloading snapchat for the sole purpose of the 'my eyes only' feature

he's absolutely down for anything you wanna do

he would let you peg him tbh

gives super sloppy head

like it's not bad but he's just so eager and excited to please you that he gets kinda carried away

his tongue piercing feels so good

he noticed how much you loved it so he bought a vibrating one

literally wants sex like everyday and his stamina is insane

GENUINELY he can go all night

worships tf outta you

he is so obsessed w you and loves you so much like pls ride his face

dry humping is a lost art and he is bringing it BACK

he's like a fucking dog he's so noisy and messy and sloppy and horny and ugh

i love him so much he's literally me

jimmy ۶ৎ

extremely rough

like hardcore shit

he will actually choke you until you pass out and then fuck your unconscious body

same with whenever you go down on him, he hold you there until he feels your body go limp and then fuck your face

he loves getting head so fucking much

he has lots of...philias

i REFUSE to name any of them pls

intense groper

complete disregards the idea of consent

he's gonna take what he wants, whenever he wants it

and im okay w that!! 😻

wakes you up with head every morning

has a super high sex drive

the littlest, stupidest things turn him on

you spilled water on yourself? he's hard. you burnt your hand from super hot tap water and yelped? he's hard. he sees you cry? he's hard.

his stroke game is actually insane

if his goal was to make you finish (it's typically not) he'd succeed in a very short amount of time

he likes anal and he doesn't care if you like it either

ugh he doesn't even lube you up correctly

he just spits on it and goes on

he loves when you mark him up

leaves insane hickeys like that mf will look like you got SOCKED

he totally bites...just look at him

has sickkkk fantasies and expects you to mold yourself to all of them

likes torturing you for no reason whatsoever

he has a bunch of whips and paddles

something i always imagine him doing is coming home from a long day of work, pulling down his pants the minute that he sees you, and just going at it

swansea ۶ৎ

he would spank you

just to get that out the way

like if you're pissing him off he'll tell you to bend over his lap and he'll strike your ass until it's flushed red and tears are streaming down your face

but it's okay because then he'll kiss you all over and fuck you oh so nicely after

he's kind of but not really the brat tamer type

ehhh

as i said before: pussy slapping, face slapping, clit pinching GALORE >0<

kinda mean

like a mixture of praise and degradation

he likes when you spread your legs wide for him

sex drive is not high whatsoever

i mean he's like 50

neither is his stamina 😣 but he gives it to you super good

he usually just lets you ride his thigh or has a snack between your legs

he's so good at fingering

like imagine just sitting on his lap writhing around while two thick fingers are plunging into you and two more are rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit

loves kissing you during the act, he knows it makes you feel good

loveeess seeing you squirt/cream

he loves your moans as well, they're so cute to him and they're letting him know that he's doing a good job pleasuring his baby

he honestly believes that his job as your partner is to please you as much as possible

and he does that

girthy as FUCK

doesn't make a lot of noise

but when he's close he'll grunt quite a bit

another position i imagine he likes is one where you're lying on your side and your leg is in the air, and he has a grip on it while he fucks the shit outta you ahhh

after the deed you two will lay down and simply make out while his hands roam your body

that's how it starts sometimes too!!!

#mouthwashing #anya x reader #curly x reader #daisuke x reader #jimmy x reader #swansea x reader #anya smut #curly smut #daisuke smut #jimmy smut #swansea smut #i love exclamation points!!!#goingdownondaisuke ۶ৎ

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