#i want to squeeze him like a stress toy so his hair pops out

[dark-konohagakure2]

I just read your sexually abusive bf sasuke post and oml that made me feel smth. I was wondering if you could write something like that for Madara, Indra or kawaki. Please feel free to just do one of them, no need to do all unless you want to :) I hope you have a great day loves 🫶🫶

tw: noncon, abusive relationships, misogyny, age difference, breeding, dehumanization, neglect, possessiveness, emotional abuse

All characters depicted are 18+

Madara doesn't have a girlfriend or lover, he has a novelty, a womb with legs, a breeder. Nothing more nothing less. She is so far beneath him that he might as well be a superior species to her, and he treats her accordingly.

He rarely spends any time with her, having a myriad of more important things to attend to aside from humoring the worthless affections of some silly lass, but when he is around her, he isn't very pleasant to say the least, figuratively and literally keeping her at arms length unless he wants a certain something from her, that something being the only thing he ever wants from her, the only reason he keeps her around.

Being the head of the Uchiha clan, he's almost always either out on the battlefield or training himself half to death for his next battle, so Madara gets very worked up and stressed, and when he's pent up, all Madara wants to do is squeeze his favorite stress toy until she pops.

Her consent and feelings are less than irrelevant to Madara, she is his property, and that means he is allowed to do whatever he wants with her, including but not limited to filling her up with his offspring.

"Stop moving so much, you mewling quim. You're just a tool to me, and tools don't cry and struggle against their owners..."

On the rare occasion that he puts aside time for her, that time will be spend either degrading her, trying to impregnate her, or both at the same time. He'll spend hours on top of her and bullying her poor womb with with his cock, not stopping until he is absolutely certain that he's successfully knocked her up.

If Madara ever does take her out on a 'date', it'll only be after much pestering from her and for the sole purpose of showing off his property to the less fortunate men of the village. He'll keep his hands on her to make sure she doesn't wander off like a wayward child, whether it be an arm around her waist or shoulder or even a hand gripping her ass, signalling to everyone that she's Madara's bitch.

Despite his habit of showing her off, Madara doesn't let her around anybody besides himself, not even letting her near people trusted by him such as Izuna and Hashirama, it isn't because he doesn't trust them, it's because he doesn't trust her. She was a lowly stray slut before he so graciously tamed her, and once a slut always a slut.

If she ever dares to try and leave him, be it due to falling out of love or just plain old self preservation, Madara won't physically stop her at first, instead he'll attack her with his words, picking at her insecurities and keeping her in line with his words better than any fist ever could.

"You want to leave me? Fine then, go back to being an unloved little harlot, see if I care. You don't deserve all of my love and care anyway..."

Madara isn't a bad boyfriend to her at all, because he doesn't even consider himself to be her boyfriend at all, he's her handler, and she's just an unruly mutt who needs him far more than he needs her.

tw: noncon, abuse, power imbalance, master/pet, degradation, possessiveness, collars

Indra isn't as cruel as his reincarnation, but he's still very cold, and views herself as being far above a pitiful little human like her, he sees her as a pet, a pet he takes care of, but still a pathetic little kitten regardless.

He doesn't start off too bad, while he's still possessive and forceful, he still dotes on his pet in his own distant way, petting her hair and graciously forcing allowing her to sit on his lap, and he'll even gift her a lovely collar that symbolizes their strange union. Although the peace won't last very long...

When his father unexpectedly makes Asura the head of the clan instead of him like he had anticipated, Indra is enraged, believing that his dimwitted younger brother has stolen his rightful position out from under him, and he is in dire need of someone to take his anger out on.

Indra's sudden turn from coldness to red hot anger is as jarring as it is terrifying, his Sharingan glowing a bright ruby color as he holds her down, his face etched into a scowl as he forces her to bare the brunt of his fury.

"Don't resist me, stupid girl. You're my pet and it's your job to keep me happy, and I am the furthest thing from happy in this moment, so do your job, now."

After that day any semblance of fondness that Indra had for her is seemingly gone. He still keeps her around, but he no longer pats her head or acts affectionately, instead yanking on her leash harshly whenever he wants her close and forcing her to service his erection whenever the urge strikes him.

He doesn't let her out of his sight either, Indra doesn't want her to be around anyone except for him, especially not wanting her near his father or that damn Asura. She's like a consolation prize for him in a way, Asura might have gotten the position of their father's succesor, but Indra got the most perfect toy in the world.

Indra also won't be as forgiving of disobedience from her as he used to be, in the past he would simply lecture her or give her a slap on the wrist if she went against him, but now if she steps out of line his punishments will be much more swift and brutal, be it a slap across the face or a harsh face-fucking.

If she ever tries telling him that she wants to leave him, Indra will show some mirth for the first time in a while by laughing at her, although it's more of a mocking laugh than a happy one, letting her know that leaving him isn't an option for her.

"You're leaving? Oh how funny, but you seem to have forgotten something, little one. I own you, and you are never leaving me unless it's in a casket."

Indra is nothing short of cruel towards her, but the Otsutsuki doesn't see it that way, he truly believes that the way he treats her is justified because he loves her, because he owns her, and that means he can do whatever he wants with her.

tw: noncon, abuse, threats, semi-public sex, possessiveness, jealousy, victim blaming, noncon kissing

Kawaki actually makes a semblance of an effort to be an actual boyfriend, but he doesn't fully understand how to be one, he thinks that being someone's boyfriend just means having someone he can kiss and order around and nothing more, so that's how he approaches it.

He doesn't try to be mean, but she's always pushing his buttons, trying to hang out with other people that aren't him and not putting out for him, so he sees ever instance of her raising his hand or berates her as completely justified, she's being a bad girlfriend.

Despite how he acts, he doesn't hate her, but she's just so annoying and ungrateful, hardly worthy of all the love he's pouring into her, but he does love her quite a bit, but he isn't able to express those feelings without force and violence due to her tumultuous past.

His gruff disposition will give way to anger when he sees her talking to other men, Kawaki is paranoid when it comes to the people he claims to love, and seeing his girlfriend talking to other guys when she already has him just amplifies these feelings. Why does she always have to be such a bitch? Such a bad, bad girlfriend?

"Who the hell was that? Do you like him more than me? Huh?! If you really love me so much then stop being so damn cold to me and prove it for once.

Kawaki will take her right then and there. She doesn't love him enough to put out, he'll just take what he wants. Fucking is what boyfriends and girlfriends who love each other do, and he's going to fuck her extra hard so she can feel the full depth of his feelings for her.

He's incredibly rough out of both anger and inexperience, he'll try to make up for his harshness in a way by kissing her, but Kawaki is a bad kisser too, his teeth slamming against hers as he presses his lips onto her own, nearly choking her when he forces his tongue down her throat, his bad kissing just makes the entire experience worse for her rather than acting as a band aid solution to his harsh thrusts.

After their 'first time', Kawaki takes that as meaning that their relationship is good and healthy again. Couples are supposed to kiss and have sex all the time, that's the entire point, so he has no idea why she's crying. Maybe she's just shy, or maybe she's just trying to play the victim and make him feel like a bad partner.

Kawaki won't take her seriously if she says she wants to break up, dismissing her words as stupid empty threats, but if she persists, he'll get mad, threatening her with a fate worse than death if she talks like that ever again.

"What?! Leaving me?! Pssh, don't be stupid, if you talk that nonsense again then I'll just send you to the same place I sent Lord Seventh..."

Kawaki doesn't try to be a mean boyfriend, but his intentions don't match his actions in the slightest, but he still tries to justify it regardless, he's trying to be nice, but she just makes it so hard for him.

[ja3hwa]

Could you write something with san having a groping kink?

Red, Hot, And Wet.

「Word count」 : 661

-> Genre: Mature, Suggestive.

[Warnings] : Breast play. Body fluids. Humping. San is a bitch in heat. Swearing.

Note : I hope this is to your liking. ♡ I went a tiny bit overbaord, but eh. Hehe ♡♡

Okay, but Imagine San is complaining to you, almost in a begging tone, to play with your breasts. It's like he has no other thoughts but titties. Like he needed them in order to breathe.

You are sitting in bed, readying to go to sleep for the night, but very whiny San has his head in your lap groaning and huffing. His hands are clawing at the sheets, kneading them like a cat. He would be whispering things like 'please baby, just for a few minutes' or 'come on let me feel my precious babies'. God, he is obsessed with your boobs. You are a walking stress toy to him, and he needed to use you to his advantage. So when you finally agree, it's like heaven's gates had opened.

His hands grab the hem on your shirt, tugging the fabric off quickly—cause it would just be in the way if it stayed on—. His hands fit so nicely on your chest. He can see some of your soft plump fat fit between his fingers as he squeezes. Your nipples are pressed against his palm, poking him. He pinches, jiggles, and tugs on your flesh. He seems to groan and whimper more than you as if he is enjoying it more than you. Well, that may be more true than one thinks. He starts to get rougher, pinching your nipples, pulling them tightly making you gasp out. He whimpers in response.

“let me suck them.” He said it so desperately, humping the bed like a dog in heat. He feels so overstimulated as you are, if not more. You needed to feel him every, not just on your breasts but inside you. He spread your legs wider so he could fit in between them, coming face to face with your plump tits. You let him have it, grasping his hair, tugging him closer. His lips latch on your left nipple, sucking harshly, making you let out a sharp, high-pitched moan. He moaned against your skin, swirling his tongue around your nub while he flicked your other nipple with his finger. He moaned against your skin, swirling his tongue around your nub while he flicked your other nipple with his finger. You whimpered at the painful pleasure, bucking your hips against his stomach. He felt himself coming just from his mouth being on you as he keeps rutting down. The feel of his length pressed between his legs and the mattress is too much and yet not enough. With you, the intensity of his orgasms doesn’t decrease. His white seed bursts from the head of his swollen cock each time, making his thighs and belly sticky and soaked.

“S-San…” You feel the pleasure snap up your spine like an electric wire hitting water. He switched breasts, suckling on the right one, leaving the left dark red and bruised. He felt like he was going crazy as if he was going to explode from just feeling his lips around your plump boobs before pulling away with an audible pop.

“I’m sorry baby. I said five minutes but I can’t need one more. Please, okay. Let me have one more minute. Can’t help myself, baby, you feel so soft on my tongue, I just wanna―” He’s sealed his lips around your nipples again, moaning loudly with you as he clamps down on your tit. "You got me horny and humping the bed like a bitch, fuck please baby. The things I want to do to you…”

“Fuck San!” You rasp out and he lets out a whine, pulling away and sitting back on his heels, giving you the perfect view of the mess he’s made, your eyes growing wide when you see him reaching down to stroke his still hard cock. His thighs and balls glisten with his arousal as he squeezes his shaft letting some more of his cum spill down.

“I fucking love you.” He panted.

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[sensei-venus]

How does hawk react when he finds it his chubby gf has never been eat out before? Not bc she didn't want it bc bc her ex partners never cared

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He's in shock but he hides it. How did no guy want to go down on her? Is it not every guys wet dream to be smothered between thick thighs with a pretty wet pussy in their face? Because it was definitely one of his.

Their in her bedroom, her parents long gone for the next few days on a work trip.

Both of them have been dating for a while but they only recently started having sex. Mostly just fingering and handjobs, a few times they actually got down to having penetrating sex. They decided together that they wanted to try something new so Hawk brought up the idea of oral. They both agreed to try it, Hawk didn’t notice the way Reader played with her fingers out of nervousness.

Her first time giving him a blow job was interesting. Hawk let her control the situation as he watched her bob up and down on his dick. At first she could only take half of him into her mouth but after a few good try’s over a few minutes she was finally able to take him down to the base. Her puffy lips wrapped around his cock and pressed against his pelvis, her nose flat against his pubic hair. She gagged and moaned around him the whole time, sucking him down with every pass. Spit dribbled over his dick and dripped down her chin. One last thrust into her hot mouth and he busted down her throat, his hot load dripped down her throat. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit and cum connected her now raw lips to his softened cock. She kissed the head before licking the thick cum ring from his base.

That’s what lead to now.

Reader completely naked laying on the bed with her lower half dangling off the edge. Her legs where clamped shut tight. Her hands playing with her stomach as her face flushed. Hawk stood over her looking her right in the eyes with a raised brow.

“I-I uhh just have never-“

“What?”

“This is just kinda new to me I've never had anyone…..”

“No guy has ever gone down on your fat little pussy before? How?”

Reader puffed out her cheeks, she could feel herself getting hot from the slight embarrassment “I don’t know, my last boyfriend never wanted to, he said it was gross and nasty to do that to girls so we never did....I just gave him blowjobs....” a frown crossed her face at the thought of the old memories of her ex. The idea of him giving her oral was only brought up once, and it was a firm no followed by multiple verbal lashes on why it was stupid of her to even ask about it.

She never brought it up ever again.

Hawk’s hand grabbed roughly at the flesh of her big thigh, squeezing it like a stress toy. He smirked as he looked down at her, his eyes full of mischief. He bit his lip as he started to grin at her. His eyebrows going up as he talked.

“Baby I want to get between your legs and never come out. I want to drown in your pussy juice and suffocate between your thighs. It’s not nasty, being able to please a girl with your mouth is a “luxury” Princess. Let me make you feel good?”

Reader could only nod as she released her legs and let them fall open for him.

Leaning down he kissed from her face down to her neck and over her collar bone. He got lost in her tiny sounds as he kissed down her breasts and took a moment to suck at one of her nipples. Sucking until her nipple was hard and covered in his hot spit, he kissed it before moving down her belly. Sucking marks into the soft skin of her belly. One of her hands moved from his face to his shoulder as she felt him go lower down her body. At this point she couldn’t help but pant out as he worked her whole body open, the feeling of his lips against her skin was intoxicating.

Hawk finally got down between her legs. He smirked as he pulled her legs apart and threw her legs over his shoulders. He took a minute to look at her cunt, he watched as her clit twitched in need. Taking his thumbs he pulled her lower lips apart and watched as she glistened under the rooms light. Her lips where drooling, getting his fingers wet and sticky with her nectar. She jerked as he blew air onto her clit. He gave a small chuckle at her reaction until he licked a fat strip from the bottom of her hole to her clit.

She tasted even better then he had imagined in his dreams.

Her clit was hot and throbbing as he licked at it, lapping at the bud before giving it a wet suck. She yelped as her thighs wrapped around his head with every suck he made to her clit. He moaned out around her. She moaned and gasped out as she started to figure out his little game. He suckled her and traced patterns into her sensitive clit.

He unlatched from her bud to lap at her hole. She twitched and drooled at his attentive actions. He open mouth lapped at her slit. 

Slowly he started to insert his tongue into her wet heat. She locked up around him as he started to tongue fuck her tight hole open. Her cunt pushed against his tongue with every thrust, he couldn’t help but grunt out with every pass of his tongue into her pussy. She gripped at his head as he worked her over. She squealed when his nose brushed against her clit when he got his tongue as deep as he could inside of her.

She tried to cover her mouth as she rocked against her boyfriends face. She couldn’t stop her hips from jerking up to meet the thrusts of his tongue. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, she was sensitive all over and her stomach wouldn’t stop bubbling in pleasure. The pressure inside of her was building with every minute, her gut felt tight and burning hot. Tears brimming in her eyes.

“Eli I'm cumming I'm cumming! Please I can't please-” she couldn't hold back her sobs and babbling. Her mouth just couldn't stop moving as he played with her sensitive area. Her pussy almost going raw.

It was over when he stuffed three fingers into her tight cunt, roughly fingering her open. With one last moment he sucked her clit back into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could.

She practical vibrated underneath him. His arms had to hold her down by her thighs with the way her lower body tried to jerk up. Hot cum and slick leaked from her hole in violent streams. He slowly worked her though her orgasm so she could enjoy the last bits of pleasure he had given get. He removed himself from her clit once she stated to whimper at his attention. He removed his finger from her gapping pussy that still twitched from her rough orgasm. He licked them clean before moving up to meet her at the head of the bed.

Her eyes where closed as she tried to catch her breath. She was practically glowing. Hawk licked his lips before smirking.

“So I think we are definitely doing that again soon, like everyday? Because I would be so cool with that.”

Reader could only give him a shaky thumbs up before letting her head fall back into the bed.

[ax-y10]

Imagine playing Geoguesser with Wilbur where reader is better than him so he gets angry and pouts like a kid, then reader told him that it's okay and they end up cuddling since he was in a bad humor😭😋

Sore loser

In which- he didn't know you were better than him at geoguessr, so he gets a little upset

A/n: I got carried away and I know this isn't exactly what you asked for but it's the best I could do. I'm super caught up with school and I just barely finished my agriculture and chemistry assessments. I love your stuff (and please respond to my messages 😂)

Headcanon info: Swearing, sad and pouty Wilbur, hurt/comfort, fluff, Geoguessr Wilbur because why not, cuddling, idk sorry

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

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He would be super cocky at the start just to annoy you and show off, but would be immediately shut down when you win 5 in a row.

He would be so confused when you win the first round and claimed it was rigged.

"THIS IS RIGGED WHAT THE HELL!" "Wilbur, darling, have another round with me and we'll see, alright?" "Okay"

You'd go easy on him in the second round to not hurt his feelings, and to give him the satisfaction.

But when the third and final round came up, you went hard mode.

Every city that popped up, you almost immediately knew where it was, with the off chance of Wilbur knowing first.

Was he pissed off? Yes. Was he angry with you? Why would he be?

He had stormed out of the room to calm himself down from the game and recollect his thoughts. You put up a tough match and you were hard to beat. He didn't know you were that good at Geoguessr. "Alright, chat. I'm going to end it here and check on Wil. Have a great day or night wherever you are and remember to take care of yourselves. Bye bye," He heard from his office, your soft voice very obviously worried about him. You walked out as soon as you finished your last sentence and found him on the couch, running his hands through his hair and messing it up even further. "Wil? What's wron-" "Can you just go to the bedroom and I'll be there soon." His words cut you off, and you swiftly moved yourself to the bedroom to get changed. You'd obviously gone way too hard on Wilbur and challenged him too much, but you also wanted to have some fun.

He wasn't going to lie but you calm him down.

When he gets stressed, you're always there will a bowl of fruit and a drink of water.

When he's angry, you welcome him with a long hug and a kiss on the cheek.

When he's upset, you're there with a comforting smile on your face and a shoulder to cry on.

when he's anxious, you're offering him your hand to squeeze on and a small fidget toy for him to play with.

He couldn't deny that you were a grounding force for him, and he felt bad leaving you on your own, and always wanted to be there with you to reciprocate the things you did for him.

Small footsteps pulled you out of your thoughts, waiting for your boyfriend to come into the room and sit on the other end of the bed and lay down, ready to watch a movie. But when he entered the room, his hair was severely messed up, his Doomed sweater crinkled and his fingers holding a pinkish shade from picking at them. He didn't sit down the other end of the bed, but he slowly laid down on your outstretched body, moving until he was comfortable, and wrapping his arms around your torso. "I'm sorry for getting so pissed. I didn't mean to get angry when you were asking me what was wrong. I feel really bad now. Can you just cuddle for a while?" He apologised. You didn't know what for, as nothing really bothered you. "Just admit I'm better at Geoguessr and then I can sleep peacefully." You joked, and he shook his head against your chest. At least he's going to get a good night sleep.

[sxnnimoon]

Seungmin x Reader

Baby has needs, what better way to get your needs met than your hot boy toy?

18+, MINORS DNFI

Stress relief comes in many different shapes, forms and ways. Yours just so happened to be your boy toys cock. What a perfect way to get through it. Better yet? The man was obsessed with you. Would do anything you asked.

It was one of those nights where you wanted to play and you knew exactly where to start.

Your texts started out innocent at first, you knew what made him weak.

“Think wisely now pup,” his voice low and enticing.

You bit your lip imaging how frustrated he must be right now, cock hard as a rock, hands coming up to run through his hair as he let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Keep this act up and it’ll be the last thing you do.” His voice cutting off, the message had ended.

You needed him. Craved him even. You knew he was out with the members but you didn’t care. You were Ridding yourself of the shirt covering your naked form, you rid yourself of the shirt covering your naked form. The cool air hitting your hot skin caused you to gasp. Hitting record, you trailed a hand down your breasts, fingers finding your folds. Letting out whine as you danced along your clit. Ending the video you pressed send. Were you being a brat? 1000% , but you couldn’t wait for what he’d release on you. Getting him worked up was what you lived for.

Looking at your phone, you took notice at the three dots appear and then disappeared. Only to reappear seconds after. You got him. A picture finally popped up. His hand holding onto his very much noticeable and no doubt sensitive bulge. Minutes felt like hours, you grew impatient and nearly took care of yourself until you heard him.

“Where the fuck are you?!” His tone filled with lust and annoyance.

The door creaked as he finally made his way into the room. The vision of you spread out, naked waiting for him was so much better in person. He let out a groan. Your eyes fell on his figure, his cock needing to be released.

He catches your gaze.

“I hate you.” He says, moving closer. “You need to be stopped.”

“That’s mean.” You pout.

“I’ll show you mean.” He grabs your chin with force. “Maybe then you’ll actually behave.”

You smirked, “I’d like to see you try.”

He titled his head as if to say, "Is that a challenge?”

Crawling toward his now seated figure, your hands ran along his thighs, gently brushing against him. Cock was the only thing on your mind and you were gonna get your fix.

“You want it?” He raised a brow.

You bit your lip, nodding your head.

“Then work for it.” He squeezed his cock.

His cold tone could easily make you cum on the spot. Your hands moved quickly to free his cock. Once free, you moaned at the sight. Pre-cum beading at the tip causes your mouth to water.

“Look at you pet, so filled with need over my cock.” His hand caressing your hair.

Not waiting for approval your mind takes over. Licking up his shaft, you feel him shudder at the sensation. Keeping the game up, you teased him. Kissing the tip, a lick here and there, a quick suck of the tip is what threw him over the edge.

“You wanna play?” Annoyance evident. “Fine, let’s play.”

Grabbing you face he pushed his cock passed your lips before fucking your face.

“You just couldn’t wait could you?” He spoke through gritted teeth. “You’re nothing but a cock starved slut.”

His thrusts began to slow. You knew he was close just by the change in moans. Letting you up for air, you gasped. Throat raw, you could still feel him.

“I’m not cumming in your mouth,” he stood up, causing you to stumble backwards. “All fours. Bed. NOW.”

You sat there fucked out not registering what he was saying.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.. hurry your ass pet or I’m walking out that door.” That was hot and you were soaked. Your pussy needed to be filled and you couldn’t wait any longer. As you got into position all he could do was stare. You looked so small and breedable in his eyes. He needed to fill you up. Running a finger down your folds, he bit his lip.

“You’re soaked pup,” he brought his finger to his lip. “All for me?”

Your whine soon turned into a squeal.

“I asked you a question,” hand caressing where it previously hit. “You better answer when spoken to.”

“All for y-” he pushed his way in with no warning. “FUCK SEUNGIE” you cried out.

He showed no mercy. His thrusts were fast and hard. The stretch was absolutely delicious, you were seeing stars.

“Fuck. Fuck. Right there baby.” You moaned.

“Take it,” he grunted. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me pup.”

“So fucking good puppy.” He threw his head back in pleasure.

Each time he spoke your pussy clench, each praise drew you closer to the edge. You started fucking him back, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. The gesture earned you multiple ass slaps.

You whimpered.

“Patience pet, you’ll get the release you need.” He cooed, “just behave.”

[ashs-pastas]

hello! can i request yandere nsfw headcannons with laughing jack and candy pop (if you wanna look into him) thank you 💜

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖔𝖕 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

[tw no privacy, lots of embarrassment for reader, jealousy and some somnophilia]

hi hi!! this is my first time writing for candy pop so i hope it’s too your liking <3 if not please tell me and i will do my best to fix it :) i also just did some laughing jack headcannons but if you would like some more feel free to send some in!!

- A switch, A teasing mean dom and a bratty sub

- There is no boundaries with them. Want to take a bath? Move over because he’s hopping in. Have to change? Oh then of course they will help you. Want to touch yourself? They are pouting and reminding you that they could touch you so much better (but they don’t mind watching you as well… until they lose their patience and decide to help you out)

- You cannot hide anything from him. He knows when you’re turned on, he knows every little kink or fetish that you have hidden away

- He has wandering hands. You could be cooking and his hands will slide up your shirt to toy with your nipples. Cuddling in bed… then his fingers will start rubbing at you over your underwear

- Sit on this man’s face please. He will revel in it and he will finally shut up. Don’t be scared to suffocate him or squeeze your thighs too tight around his head, he LOVES it

- They like to pleasure you when you’re watching movies or on your phone. Casually likes to slip their hands into your underwear and dip into your hole. They love to see how you struggle to keep your composure and bite your lip trying to suppress your moans

- If he ever catches you watching porn or reading something smutty he will tie you up and make you watch/listen as he reads what you caught with. He will be grinning the entire time and asking you, “Would you like me to do all these naughty things to you? Why didn’t you ask sooner, sweetheart?”

- If they catch you looking at anyone for a second too long on the rare times he brings you outside. Oh boy be prepared because when you get home ( if you’re lucky enough he waits till you get home) You’re getting overstimulated to the point of tears. “You think anyone can make you feel this good? Think anyone can make you this wet?” He’d smack your ass and laugh at your tears, “No way sweetie, you belong all to me… your pleasure is all mine to see.”

- He can be very masochistic. Tug on his hair, scratch and bite at him and he will only return the favor. He loves when his darling leaves marks on him <3

- They could never edge you. They would much rather overstimulate you until your body is limp and all you can think about is the pleasure they are giving you

- Expect to always be covered in love bites from head to toe. With the amount he leaves, a scarf or long pants aren’t enough to cover them up (not that he’d let you)

- Likes to receive but would rather please you. He definitely gets off on your pleasure. His cock could be hard and leaking precum in his pants but he would much rather be tending to you

- Somnophilia is one of his favorite kinks. He can’t ever keep his hands off you and he loves to touch you when you are sleeping. He likes to see how receptive your body is to him even when you are asleep

- VERY and I can’t stress this enough. VERY loud in bed. Constantly moaning and whining and dirty talking. “You seem to be enjoying yourself, You just can’t get enough of me.” or You keep saying you can’t take anymore but your pretty body is saying other wise.” and “C’mon sweetie, give me more of you.”

- Always turned on and could go for multiple rounds

[doodle-pops]

Wild, Wild Thoughts

Fingon x reader

Kintober 2023: Fantasy/Daydreaming Sex

A/N: This was manifested to me in the form of a dream as well (the earlier half of this year), unfortunately, I had never gotten to finish the dream. So, here's my chance at making it come true.

Warnings: fem!reader, fingering, fantasising in the form of daydreaming, manhandling, masturbating, voyeurism, penetrative sex

Words: 6.7k

Synopsis: Spending the entire day out with your friend leaves you with a bag of jitters and frustration as thoughts of him consume your mind. The most appropriate course of action is to fantasise and pray you don't get caught in the act.

List of Requests

You couldn’t take it any longer. All the moans you were suffocating at the back of your throat led you to become vocal tonight all because of the raven–haired ellon between your legs. Kissing his way slowly, like a snail’s pace, up your calves over your knees until his scorching breath lingered inches from your core. It was covered in a flimsy piece of material, easy to discard should he decide to use his fingers to tear, but it prevented you from experiencing his lips; or rather, it was his incessant teasing.

The coy smirk on his face responded to the look of irritation gathered upon your brows. Your lips puffy and eyes teary from the period of time you’ve been sitting, strapped to a wooden chair with him toying with you like some plaything.

“Finno, please! Don’t tease, just get on with it!” you whined, tossing your head backwards and releasing a frustrated groan.

In response to this, he inched his head closer, lips hovering just a centimetre away from your inner thigh. Poking his tongue out to moisten his parched lips, he collided with your flesh and delivered an array of kisses. A combination of bites and soothing lavish of his tongue over the area was performed. All you could do was elicit moan after moan and squeals. As sensual as his actions were, you weren’t expecting them to be ticklish.

His calloused hands then lifted to grip your thighs, holding them apart as he lavished the area in hickeys. A place where only you and him could vouch as a testament of your secretive affairs. It was his private place of worship to relieve himself whenever he was stressed, and it was you who offered yourself his temple to praise.

Squealing when his tongue got closer to your underwear, he dove straight in and kissed your clit through the soaked material. You were hoping he would remove the obtrusive clothing, unfortunately, he left it there as he continued to place nimble kisses on the area. The more he kissed, the more your underwear clung to your core and displayed your desperation in wanting him to get on with the show. But for some unknown reason, he refused to move further.

Growing tired of his endless teasing, you looked at him with irritation and shouted.

“Hey! Y/N! Hey!” Waving his hands in your face as you zoned out once more, Fingon bore a worried expression as this was the third time you repeated your daydreaming. He was believing that it was best if you two had stayed indoors and celebrated the ongoing festival instead of roaming the bustling streets of Tirion. It was too dangerous when you were stuck in your daydreaming and getting lost in the crowd behind him.

Feeling a sense of frustration seeping into your bones as your little fantasy popped, you threw an annoyed expression at your friend. As much as it wasn’t his fault, you just wanted someone to blame for your inability to continue your little, wild, fantasy. Squeezing your lips together and rotating your head to meet his worried stare, you feigned a smile—which he saw right through—and answered, “Yes, Fingon. What can I do for you?”

The painfully aggravated expression was unmistakable, and it worried him to know who or what caused your mood to change abruptly. You were perfectly fine this morning and all evening—much to his lack of awareness—so what was it that brought this change.

Pouting due to annoyance in your tone of voice, not enjoying that it was being directed to him, he lowered his voice and came closer to whisper in your ear. “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?”

His question held innocence on his end, noticing that you were perhaps irritated by the large gathering of people in public. A place of solitude and tranquillity should do the trick in calming you down and reverting your senses. All your grumpiness should go away and you will be back to normal; a few treats and desserts should also lighten you up given your affinity with associating food being a mood changer. On your end, given your little salacious dream, his proximity, the heat of his breath ghosting your neck leaving an unnoticeable shudder and his scent, you didn’t take his question innocently. It was an invitation to more sensual ideas of what he could be possibly initiating, especially when he was so close, and his eyes held innocence.

Parting your lips to respond, you were struggling to formulate a suitable answer given the rabbit hole your mind was leading you down. Various explicit visions flashed across your mind with you and him once more; him using his lips and voice to pull all the sweetest sounds from your throat, or the way they would kiss your skin and cherish you.

Slipping into another moment, you were quickly shaken out of it with a nudge to your shoulder. “Hey, are you listening?”

Unable to meet his eyes, feeling as though your mind would embarrassingly say or look at him strangely, you nodded with a hum. In an instant, you were being pulled through the crowd by his firm grip around your waist. At first, he held your hand, but when he felt you slipping behind again, he reached down to snake his arm around your waist and pulled you close to his side. Your breath was caught in your throat for you didn’t know what sound you would make if you were to release a sigh. Even if you did, would he hear it over the loud sounds of the people cheering and singing through the city?

Nevertheless, you remained silent, allowing yourself to become delusional about how he would feel against your body. The way his arms flexed and trembled as he tugged your limp body through the streets pushed more ideas of the things he could do.

Feeling your face being planted into the mattress and a firm hand resting upon the nape of your neck, you squealed as more force was applied to keep you immobilised while he ploughed you from behind. A quick slap to your ass landed before the sensation of his hips slapping vigorously against the back of your thighs went off. One foot was planted beside your hips while the other knelt to hold his position as he drove himself into your repeatedly.

His panting was one of the loudest sounds in the room, second to your incomprehensible gibberish. Your fingers were scrambling to latch onto something, anything as he pounded away into your heat. You didn’t care if you tore the bedsheets or ripped the headboard off, you needed support for the pounding of a lifetime he was delivering. The feeling of his balls slapping against your clit was insurmountable, and it seemed like the faster he drove himself, the more pleasure he gave to the little nub.

From your angle, it was impossible to notice what he looked like as he folded you into the mattress, but surely he appeared just as handsome as he always did. Hair cascading down his back, lips parted to release all his grunts and groans, stomach taunt, a sheen of sweat down his tone and tan body and a smile on his face. He was forever joyous whenever he was performing something he enjoyed, and you were positive he was enjoying the feeling of driving himself in and out of your obscenely wet cunt.

If it were not for the echoes of your heat squelching and running your arousal down his cock, you wouldn’t believe that you were that hungry for him as well. Yet, when his other hand slipped off your hip to reach for your clit and gave it a small pat, that’s when you knew you were done for. The slippery sensation of his fingers rubbing your clit told you of all the build of your arousal and his release. It told you how much you both desired each other.

For a brief moment, while his hips drove forward, your body began to slide forward, easing out of your arch and landing on your stomach with him moving alongside you. Not once did he slip out the entire time, continuing to press immobilise you as he placed his weight atop your body. His lips fell by your ear allowing you to hear his panting; how well you were satisfying his needs.

Fingers still wedged between your thighs and toying with your clit, you opened your mouth to release a silent scream at the rapid build–up of pressure on your end. Hands scrambling to tug on the sheets, you couldn’t wiggle out of his hold with the grip on your neck (you acted as though you hated the feeling when you loved every second of being pinned). Whining as your orgasm approached, you began chanting his name repetitively like a mantra, like it was your prayer to deliver you from the onslaughter.

Any moment and you would combust in his hold alongside him. Even he was close as his groans deepened in your ear, shooting tingling sensations to your core and forcing you to leak all over the sheets.

“You’re doing so well for me?” he murmured into your neck, sounding like a whimper. “Are you close love? I’m close too you know. I need you to come for me.”

“Uh–huh,” you whined, burying your face into the mattress.

“Good girl,” he praised. “We’re here…”

Jerking your head upwards at his remark, you were somehow conscious to pick up his unusual speech. “Huh? What did you say?”

“We’re here.”

“Y/N!” With a violent shake of your shoulders, you were jiggled back into reality with Fingon standing before you with his still concerned expression.

Lifting your hands to push his away, you darted your eyes around the room and noticed that you were back at the little cosy house he built after moving out of his parent's mansion. The fireplace was already lit, the lights were on, and there was even a pot of water bubbling away on the fireplace for tea—you suspected. All that completed the look was Fingon shaking you like some mad woman, back to life and ruining your fantasy once more. You were so close to actually orgasming for once since you started your daydreaming this morning.

With jerky movements, you stepped away from him and silently removed your coat and shoes before walking over to the sofa and making yourself comfortable. You wore a confusing expression as you stared into the crackling fire which left Fingon even more anxious. No response he got from you and now you were behaving even stranger.

Still standing before the door, he turned to observe you with furrowed brows and gnawing lips. He was contemplating that asking you to come out and enjoy the festival was probably your reason for being so distant. It was his fault for your mood changes. A bit hurt that he was the cause of your demeanour, he left you alone while he retreated into the kitchen to make you a cup of jasmine tea and plate some of the desserts he snuck off to get you this morning.

Returning with a slightly merrier pep in his step, he chose to sit across from you on the single seat and offer you the plate of cookies and cake along with your tea. Surprisingly, you took both items from his hands wordlessly, yet you offered a wry smile which unsettled him. You both sat in silence the entire time while you snacked on your treats, much to his surprise, you actually consumed. There was a small comment he wanted to make about food brightening people’s moods, but he wasn’t sure if it would be well–received with your lack of focus on him.

Your eyes were averted and fixed on the fire, attempting to replay the images of your visions and doing everything to not stare at him. There was a horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach the longer he sat opposite you and gauged your reactions. You wanted to scream, shout and yell at him that the way you were feeling was all because of him, but it would ruin the beautiful friendship you had built from scratch.

“Um, I’ll be back shortly. I’m going to change out of these clothes,” he announced, catching your attention. Mostly, he was hoping to get away from the awkward atmosphere you were creating to catch a breath of fresh air before returning to confront your mood swings. It was unbearable to stand aside and watch as you pushed him away from things he had no clue about. Was it something he said or done to you? Was it truly the invitation to leave your house and step into public with him?

Whatever it was, when he returned, he was going to sort it out whether you wanted to or not.

Watching as he dragged himself out the sofa and up the stairs, you made yourself comfortable and slunk deeper into the sofa to recreate another imagine; something to soothe the burning ache between your thighs, and most certainly not stop the gush of slick building up. The trouble you were setting yourself up for was immense and you did nothing to stop yourself. Waiting until you heard him vanish halfway up the stairs, you allowed your mind to wander, not sure where to focus or what to create. You needed to think of something fast to dissolve the ache between your legs and to stop you from rubbing them together.

There were tons of moments from today to use, there was him licking icing from a cupcake, wiping icing from around your mouth and then licking it off his fingers when you less suspected or when he was standing directly behind you; being pressed together by the crowd as everyone attempted to fit themselves in a tight place. You were able to feel the outline of his abdomen through his tunic and thin shirt. Mayhaps you could combine it all together and create one complete imagine, but that would take time, and he would be back by then.

A frustrated sigh left your lips as your options to seduce yourself into relief were vanishing at the tips of your fingers. Slouching deeper into the sofa, practically hidden from his sight if he were to march down the staircase, darting your eyes to the window, then cocking your ears to listen for his footsteps, you took the risk of lifting your dress to gather at your thighs. Your heartbeat was erratic as you slipped your hand under to press the tips of your fingers against your clothed clit, you clenched on instinct.

Pressing your thighs together and squirming on the sofa as your fingers pressed harder and rubbed the nub, you exhaled. Your eyes were shut as you attempted to conjure swift imagines to reduce some of the ache, instead, they only opened an ocean of your arousal to flow in great turbulence. The stickiness from your underwear had coated your fingertips and allowed for a smoother circulation of your clit. You didn’t miss the heat pooling in your lower abdomen as you continued. With your breathing increased, your hips joined the party and began gyrating along with the constant squeezing of your thighs.

It was easy to imagine Fingon’s fingers replacing yours and removing your underwear to rub away at your clit. The situation would be better if he decided to not tease you as he always did and remove them to display his seriousness, going straight for your release without hesitation. He would be on his knees before you, gently coaxing you to allow him to handle your pleasure and leave it in his hands. A soft kiss to your knees before moving up your thighs and stopping before the one place of solace. His larger hands would waste no time in prying your legs apart to reveal to him your temple of worship, there, his fingers would easily slip in and crook directly at your sweet spot. Desperate to get you off his hand, he would swiftly lean down to place kisses all over your lower lips, swiping his tongue through your folds.

Perhaps when you were asleep, you would build on that imagine and allow it to graduate into something larger, as for now, you would just work with the outline to quickly deal with the ache.

“So this is why you were all grumpy today?” Huh?

Snapping your eyes open, there he was, the ellon of your dreams standing before you, with his arms folded across his chest and an inquisitive smirk on his face. His tongue was prodding his cheek before it slipped out to wet his lips. You felt like he was scrutinising you under his gaze, all you could do was abruptly push your dress down and pull away your hands. The entire time he stood there inspecting you, he was silently running his eyes over your face and down your body, occasionally stopping at where your fingers were buried before returning to your face to read your embarrassed expression.

Unable to speak up, to which he beat you, you curled your legs against your thighs and looked down at your fingers twiddling. “There’s no shame in admitting that you were impatient to indulge in private activities, I would not have judged you,” he began with sympathy, “we all need our moments, but turning on me the entire day because of this—I’m not sure if I can excuse your behaviour, Y/N.”

“I–I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad…”

Kissing his teeth, he took a few steps forward until he stopped at the foot of the sofa. “Well, my feelings were hurt,” he mumbled and touched his heart—gosh, he could be such a kid at heart during the oddest moments. “But my real question is, why did you stop?”

Confoundedly blinking at him as though he sprouted five more heads, your head ticked like you were spasming. “W–W–What? What do you mean, “Why did I stop?”” you inquisitively questioned with concernment. “You walked in on me!”

Mischievously grinning at you with a low chuckle, he lifted his right hand and waved his index finger at you cunningly. Hissing at the satisfaction he was experiencing at that moment, knowing that he had you by your foot, there was nothing else but winning at this point. “Because dearie,” he began, “you were moaning my name. Gave me every reason to investigate why my lovely friend was singing my name so…enticing. Most sinfully in fact.”

He caught you off guard with that confession. You weren’t aware of his name leaving your lips, you were only thinking of his actions, not crying out for him.

Caught in his web and aware that you weren’t conscious, he sat on the handle of the sofa. “Something tells me that you had no idea you were singing for me,” he teased, clearly enjoying your facial expressions. “I’m curious to know though, what was I doing to arouse such an explicit response, Y/N?”

Flustered at his inability to drop the situation, you found it impossible to dissuade the topic of choice and vacate the room. All you could do was remain seated firmly in the spot you curled up in while he slipped off the sofa handle and strutted over to where you were cornered. A hand on the back of the sofa and the other behind your head on the armrest, his body caged you in like a prey.

Is this real–life or is it just fantasy?

“You were clearly enjoying yourself back there, so tell me, what was I doing?” His eyes sapphire eyes glittered as they shone upon your figure, focused on your face and observing every micro–change of your expression. Placing one knee upon the cushions and the other remaining on the floor, allowed him to cage you in more—and marvel at the size of his arms up close. “Or rather, tell me all the things I was doing in your mind today, while you were preoccupied and dazed.”

“Finno,” you playfully whined, letting out a squeeze of painfully embarrassing chuckles and breaking eye contact to gaze at the back of the sofa. Gnawing on your lower lip, you could feel the intensity of his gaze. The anxiousness was slowly eating you alive as you remained indecisive about your response. If you told him, what would happen, likewise, if you didn’t? “I can’t tell—Why do you want to know?” you choked out.

“Because,” he whispered and shifted his right hand to brush the back of his hand over your cheek, “who wouldn’t. Who doesn’t want to know if they’re pleasing someone right; I know I do.”

“You’re not em–embarrassed by what you caught me doing?” you asked.

Jerking his head back, he furrowed his brows. “Why should I? We all have needs that require attention, and there are those that require extra,” he lowly whispered, this time, his face came closer to yours. Lips centimetres away and an ache pooling in the pit of your stomach. How were you not blushing and kicking your feet at the proximity left you baffled. “So tell me, what was I doing to you?”

And so, the butterflies swarmed your stomach and core.

You managed to make eye contact at that moment and crumbled instantly, blurring out your fantasies without an ounce of shame and watching as the smile on his face grew till his dimples were pronounced. There was never a moment where his eyes widened or dipped, only slithering as they became darkened with lust and the desire to reenact all of them. He was profoundly intrigued by your ability to create such vivid imaginations from only a single interaction. Had he any idea of how creative you were from the start; he wouldn’t have allowed you to suffer in silence.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He gave a shake of his head as he roamed you up and down, indecisive of which scene he could reenact and make both your fantasies come true. “Mmh, your imagination is quite colourful, I don’t know where to choose from.”

Opening your mouth to reply, it caught his attention as he jutted his chin out to give you the floor. “Perhaps you can use the one where you…manhandled me?” you shyly asked as your cheeks grew warmer.

“If I recall, you’re a virgin, so that might not be the best option to use for a night between us,” he corrected.

Sitting upright and stretching your legs from out under your dress, you cocked a brow invitingly. “Says who?”

Now it was his turn to become a stuttering mess, not expecting your challenging response. While opting for something a little more leisurely as you engage with one another before the fireplace, you were desirous to increase the heat. Deciding that your response was certain, he straightened his posture and reached for the ends of his shirt to toss on the floor, followed by his trousers. He was left in nought by his nudity before your eyes, giving you a chance to properly admire whether or not reality matched your imagination.

Though he was a bit impatient to get the ball rolling, he outstretched his hand for you to take and hauled you to your feet. Swiftly, his hands spun you around to unlace your dress and dropped it to the floor in a pile at your feet. The urge to feel conscious before him was present, however, he refused to allow that to happen. Reaching for your underwear and tugging it down your legs, once off, he rose to full height and pulled you into his body. Flushed against him and able to feel every outline of his abdominal muscles and his girthy cock against your back, you shuddered.

His hands were swift to roam your front, splaying themselves against your front and cupping you delicately. From his left hand, his index slipped through your folds and ran along until he came to your slit. There was no build–up or time wasted as he entered you and groaned into your ear; with ease, another finger joined in. While his right hand was busy and his left rubbing your sweet bundle of nerves, his lips were ghosting the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings as you wriggled in his hold.

“I need you to spread your legs for me, love, just like that. Good girl,” he praised, giving a small kiss under your ear. His warm breathing was fanning your cheeks as he groaned from the softness he experienced while he fingered you. Those lips were tracing your ear like a drawing, wanting to map out its outline to perfection while he groaned about how good you felt. “Am I pleasuring you just like you fantasised?”

Crying out instead of answering the way you wanted, your head tossed backwards and knocked against his shoulder as his fingers pressed against your sweet spot. You couldn’t help but stomp your right leg on the floor as the pressure swiftly built—said a lot about how pent–up you were all day, dying for release. Fingon looked on fondly at your reaction, feeling a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the way your upcoming orgasm took you. Continuing his ministrations down below, his lips left your ear and attacked your neck in a series of vivid dark blotches. Where he didn’t kiss or suck, he nipped and nibbled.

His body swayed from side to side as he held your squirming body in his hold. Humming in satisfaction as your walls clamped around his fingers, sucking him back in whenever he attempted to escape, he grinned against your skin. To him, this moment could have stretched on for a lifetime, but given your frustration, he didn’t see the need to keep things slow–paced. Surely you would turn to him again whenever you required a hand, or your fantasies became too much, and you needed an escape route.

Shutting your eyes as the intensity in the pit of your stomach burned, you curled in on yourself, saved by Fingon whose iron grip around your waist kept you pressed against him, you chanted his name like a prayer. It sounded so holy and unholy falling from your lips at the same time, nonetheless, you sang praises for him which fuelled his pride to push on with more dedication.

“Come on love, you’re close, I can feel it. You’re almost there princess,” he encouraged, incessantly whispering against the base of your throat and planting aimless kisses every now and then now that he was finished with his artwork.

The sound of his voice was the catalyst you needed to give you that final push. Combining that with the focus of his fingers curling and crooking against your sweet spot while his other fingers expertly rubbed your sweet bundle of nerves, you were light. Your head was spinning, and you were mentally not on earth any longer. “FingonFingonFingon, I’m close. I’m close—”

Your cries were cut off by a loud stuttering moan as your body curled in. Stomach and thighs clenched; you were giving yourself an unnecessary workout. All you could do was flop in his arms and hope that he’d take care of the rest while you floated somewhere above the clouds now that the ache was gone. You didn’t know where were up or down, left or right, or if you still standing or being lied down. Whatever was happening, you were putting your faith and trust in the hands of Fingon to ensure that everything was sorted out thoroughly.

He watched as you lay in his arms, dazed with hazy unfocused eyes. They were resting on him, but far from noticing his face hovering over yours concerned. Sinking with you in his arms to his knees, he placed you on the floor and cuddled you against his slightly sweaty body. With your back against the cool floor, he slung your left leg over his and gave your inner thigh a massage while he waited for your recovery. His eyes flickered from your face to your chest, sensing your erratic heartbeat and dragged his fingers away from your thigh to press against your chest, he softly beamed.  

The moment his hand was placed against your chest, your eyes snapped open and darted to meet his softened gaze. There was a peaceful silence between you both as you held each other’s gaze, neither of you saying anything, just feeling each other’s energy. Propping himself on his arm, it allowed Fingon to hover and manoeuvre his hands to wherever he wished, though he kept situated on your chest to feel your erratic heartbeat. He loved the slight hitch in your breath at random times as you fought to keep your breathing under control, giving him the opportunity to experience the effect he had on you; the way you were struggling to not show him you were affected. However, he saw right through it, and it made him tittered lightly.

“So, what do you want to do after you get your breathing under control?” He was being overly prideful at that moment, what you would do to wipe it off. It might cost you your pride as well when it comes to dealing with him of all people.

“Ha, ha, how funny you jester,” you retorted with a sarcastic grin as you outstretched your hand to slap his arm. “How about you take your sneaky hand off my chest first and then we can move on to the next part of my imagination.”

Musing, he leaned closer to meet your face, pressing his forehead against yours, “I thought my hands are where they should be…” (trailing his fingers away from your chest, they returned to your left leg and hoisted it over his to pull you closer) “right here for that matter, for when I’m taking you just right.”

An inaudible gasp floated past your lips once your body collided with his. Leg left hooked in the crook of his right arm and your body partially rotated, you understood the position of choice. Different from what you were expecting since you wanted to be manhandled, but you were still grateful to be engaging in something, nonetheless. Deciding to be helpful, you shuffled your body closer until your back met his front when a perplexed look across his face. “What are doing?” he questioned.

“Don’t you want me positioned like this?” you replied, equally confounded as he was.

With a modest laugh, he shook his head and jutted his chin out to direct you. “I want you exactly as described in your fantasy, knees and arched—we’re sticking to the script princess.”

You wanted to sob at the awkwardness you felt at that moment for misreading his moves. Fortunately, your brain saved you with the opposite reaction and brought light laughter to the atmosphere, helping things to move along.

Hauling your body into the imagined position, your knees were blessed to be resting on a cushion courtesy of Fingon slipping on under. A soft, “Don’t want to hurt those knees,” fluttered throughout the air, and it aided in removing any form of anxiousness that either of you suffered. Instead of tension, there was airy laughter compared to the unholy position you were getting yourself into for him to marvel at. Still with laughter in his chest and mirth in his eyes, his gaze faltered momentarily once they flashed to your cunt  facing him.

Your folds were still shining from the aftermath of your orgasm with a bit of cream around the outer lips—from the build–up of your frustration and sinful thoughts. To imagine that this was the outcome of a supposed spoiled day, neither of you would have guessed this would be happening; you on your knees and Fingon kneeling behind you with his cock in hand, giving it a few tugs as he shuffled closer to for entry. Attempting to remember his position as recalled by you, his right foot was planted into the floor while his left hand held your hip for aligning before it switched to your neck.

Unable to waste another moment and draw things out, he slid in all the way to the base and brushed against your cervix. The way your body shuddered and curled, now he understood why his hand were to root itself on your nape which was why he did so swiftly. He was leaning over you perfectly, pressing a bit of his weight against your back to sink you into the floor deeper into a profoundly disturbing arch; your legs widened. A soft whine emitted from your throat at the feeling of being full and satisfied instead of feeding yourself your imagines.

Hands knocking against your floor, your right found purchase on the leg of the table, while your left reached out to take hold of the sofa. Your eyes shut as the immense sensation of having him slowly grind his hips and brush his tip against your cervix was a bittersweet pain. Clamping your walls around him instinctively, there was a hiss and a firm grip on your hips; fingers digging into your flesh while the grip around your neck tightened in retaliation.

“Fuck!” he yelled as a sense of confusion washed over him at your tightness. You squeezed him with a death grip. “Dammit, Y/N. Trying to kill before I start?”

You knew what to expect since he was reenacting your dream, but this was far from how sinfully delicious you expected it to taste. There was barely a moment for you to catch yourself with the rate at which he was drilling into you. No amount of gripping the table or sofa could stabilize your mental or physical state, he was pushing past the limit of no return, and the unfathomable sounds you were making were testament. No handbook or instructions could prepare you for the happiness and pleasure you were being condoned.

Allowing yourself to slip away as he took care of you, all you were left to was moan, mewl, cry out his name, squeal when he smacked your ass and gasp whenever his tip brushed against your sweet spot. Other than that, lying there and taking all that he gave was your role in this reenactment—the best part to be honest.

Feeling your insides being melted and remodelled to his liking, you smiled subconsciously causing a bit of drool to slip out past your lips and leak onto the floor. Even on the opposite end, with all the vigorous pounding he was doing, there were lewd sounds being emitted with every roll of his hips driving his cock in and out of your heat. Like your fantasy, you imagined correctly as his balls were slapping against your sensitive clit and producing the ‘pat–pat’ sounds echoing loudly in the background. Not even the fire crackling was able to drown out the sounds of yours and his moans.

For every ‘pat–pat’ his balls made in contact with your little bundle of nerves, a little flow of arousal seeped out and stained his cock, leaving a ring of cream at the base.

“Oh fuck! Eru, right there Finno—right there!” Shouting out to him that he was aiming just right and hitting the correct point, as soon as he followed the command your air was sharply cut from your lung and pushed out a loud, high–pitched whine.

A look of satisfaction followed his gesture before it turned into a smug look. He genuinely enjoyed watching as you fell apart on his cock, knowing that you thirsted, craved and even dreamed about it. You were too dangerous to be left unattended, someone as responsible and caring as him needed to keep you in check. And how generous he was to do so by becoming indulgent for his selfish purposes.

“Is your fantasy being satisfied—ngh, shit!” Being cut off as you randomly clenched around him, he threw his head backwards and yelled.

Indeed he was fulfilling your fantasy more than perfectly. Your incoherent mumbling was a testament to the fact. “Ohmygodohmygodohgod, fuck! Mmh, so good Finno!” you chanted.

With meticulous and calculated thrusts, his tip constantly knocked against your sweet spot, making you see stars. One might believe that it was true with the starry and distant look in your eyes. Slipping his hand off your neck and allowing you the opportunity to breathe properly, his hand stopped at the centre of your back and pressed against it, sending you into a fouler arch. To think it was possible, the pain was bittersweet but the new angle his cock was hitting was even better. The diabolical calculations of his thrusts surpassed all your expectations, and with another orgasm approaching, he might as well consider himself permanently engraved in your mind forever.

He was doing everything to have your insides remember him, his weight, girth, length and robustness. You doubt you could forget what it felt like to have him embedded in you, making himself comfortable and well-accommodated. However, as he continued his thrusts and you were well on the receiving end of pleasure, his high was approaching.

Dropping his right leg and pressing his weight atop yours, flattening you against the floor, his mouth was by your ear, and he was able to hear all your moans more pronounced. “Hmm, where do you want me?” he asked breathlessly as he fought to maintain a secure grip on your waist now that his perspiration had rubbed off.

With your cheeks planted against the floorboards and your eyes shut, you mumbled something along the lines of, “Wherever you want,” before refocusing on the sensation of his cock hitting spots deeper. His weight was more delicious than a fantasy.

Clenching his stomach and holding back the urge to cum right then and there, he lifted himself off just a bit and balanced on his hands. Averting his gaze to where his hips meet your ass and his cock disappeared, he groaned as the sight was becoming too much. Nothing could compare to the lovely shade of cream wrapped around the base of his cock or the way your ass jiggled with each slap of his hips. This was a sinful version of paradise, one only a few people knew about.

Unable to hold himself any longer, he pulled his strength from the depths of his soul and pulled himself out of your heat to empty his release on your ass. It was painful enough to remove himself from your warmth, wanting to cum inside, but given the situation of how…delusional you were, he refused to. Another time he would be blessed to fill you according to one of your dreams.

The deep, guttural grunt that emitted his throat was beautiful and would be replay during your lonely nights. Hunched over your back as you both panted from the aftermath, his arms were vibrating and ready to collapse. Averting his eyes to the outline of your ass under the glow of the fire, he watched as his release painted your skin, some running between your butt cheeks while the rest remained calmly on your skin.

Not able to rest on his arms for longer, a swift kiss was planted in the middle of your back before he flopped to your side, between you and the sofa to hug your upper back and bury his face into your side where your breast lie. Sleepiness was swift to overcome him, and he struggled to fight it off, knowing that you would require being cleaned before slumbering.

There was a sudden shift on your end as you turned to rest on your side, facing him with an equally sleepy expression. Reaching a hand out to cup his face, your thumb brushed his cheek, tracing where his dimple usually surfaced. “Thank you,” you murmured, unaware of whether he heard you.

Humming and muttering something under his breath, you laughed at his dazed state and shuffled closer to pull him against your chest. His head was nestled between your breasts, a leg was lazily thrown over yours and his hand was around your waist as you repositioned on your back, ignoring the mess. Running your fingers through his inky hair, he felt his head grow heavier as the seconds passed with the occasional murmuring of how he couldn’t fall asleep yet.

“I have to…clean you up,” he groggily explained while his body jerked with the intention to see his actions through.

“It’s alright, you did your part already. I’ll see about the rest,” you reassured, patting his head and lulling him to sleep, calling your adventures a night.

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[masterofdemons]

Obey Me! Characters x Pop Star! MC

Mammon Edition

A/N: Hi! I’m back with another one of these. This is Mammon’s version. I’m writing in this format to just get comfortable writing again. I hope it makes sense. For anyone who didn’t see the Lucifer version, this is how I think the Obey Me! characters would be if the MC was a pop star in the human realm. Nothing I write is beta read so I’m sorry if there is mistakes.

CW: yearning, soft mammon, soft MC? (he deserves the world), angsty a little but mostly very fluffy

Mammon is the one who visits the human realm the most out of the brothers, so he’s the one most in touch with what’s trending there. He’s familiar with MC’s music before they arrive and even has some of his favorites downloaded onto his D.D.D. He does NOT dance/sing along to their music when he’s in the shower, so don’t go thinking that he likes them or anything!

When Lucifer calls on him to look after MC, he’s dragging his feet the entire time. He already has a lot of stuff he has to deal with, and now he has to keep a human alive? However, when he sees who is waiting for him, all thoughts leave his head. He’s standing there, mouth agape, staring at them like they’re an animal in the newest zoo attraction. MC offers them a smile and a little wave, somehow rendering Mammon even more speechless. He lifts a hand up to his mouth, hoping to conceal the blush staining his cheeks.

“Lucifer, are we allowed to kidnap a celebrity?! Won’t people know if they, ya know, just, van—“ Mammon’s panicked rant was cut short when he noticed MC’s flinch. “Mammon, I obviously have taken this into account beforehand and made arrangements.” Lucifer replied with a glare. Spoiler alert: He hasn’t. He will be getting in contact with MC’s manager the second they leave the student council room.

Mammon is painfully awkward around the human. He doesn’t know how to entertain celebrities, and doesn’t know why he cares if they’re entertained or not. However, after getting to know them gradually, he realizes he was stressing for the wrong reasons. He shouldn’t be worrying on how to entertain MC, he should be worrying about his feelings for MC.

Mammon wants to be close to them. He sees how social they can be and it makes his skin crawl that someone could potentially swoop in and undermine the trust he’s built with them. The more friendships MC starts to build, the more insecure and closed off Mammon will become. Well, he tries to, anyway. MC is not having any of that.

One night, they were both watching a movie together. MC was toying with Mammon’s jacket sleeve, obviously not paying attention. “Mamms, you knew who I was when I arrived, right? Did you listen to my music?” Mammon almost shot out of his seat. His head shot toward MC, face deep red with a glare, and attempted to spit out an excuse. “Oi! Ya can’t just hit me with that outta no where!” He sighed before running a hand through his hair.

He buried his face into his hands before admitting that yes, he did listen to their music. He still listens to their music. He listens to them hum to themselves when they are doing something. He eavesdrops when they sing in the kitchen when they cook. He admits that if they’re working on music in their room at night, he will sometimes sit outside the door, cradling his head in his hand, and just listen.

He also doesn’t know why he talks so much and why he can’t shut up. His eyes went wide before glancing at MC to gauge their reaction to what just slipped out of his mouth. Before he could yell an excuse at the top of his lungs and leave, MC gave him the sweetest smile he’s ever seen. They wrap their arms around him in an embrace before squeezing him tightly.

“That makes me happy. Thank you for sharing that with me.” They reply softly before kissing him on the top of the head. Mammon’s eyes widened slightly before he burrows his face further into their chest. “S’not a big deal. I mean, ya have thousands and thousands of fans who listen to ya, right?” Mammon tried not to sound bitter or jealous. He knew their talent should be shared and wanted to support them no matter what, but he couldn’t stop the hollow feeling in his chest. The part of him that yearned to be apart of their life; to be by their side.

They hum in response, running their fingers through his soft hair. “You’re right, I do have lots of fans, but none of those fans are you. It sounds different coming from you. You don’t just see me as (Stage Name). You see me as MC.” The tone in MC’s voice caused him to raise his head and look them in the eye. They gave him a small smile. “You don’t make me feel idolized, like I’m under a microscope. You make me feel… Cherished.”

There went the last of Mammon’s resistance, if there even was any. He gently cupped MC’s cheeks, brushing his thumbs across them just to savor this moment. This rare moment where it was just the two of them, together, and no walls up if he kept it that way. They never pushed him, they never insulted him. He pressed his forehead to MC’s before letting his eyelids flutter shut.

“Just—I just want ya to be happy, sweetheart. There’s no denyin’ your talent and drive.” His voice was thick with emotion, desperate to not mess this up. “I’ll support ya no matter what. I don’t care if this is your dream, or if ya wanna quit tomorrow. I’ll always cherish—I’ll always love you.” He pressed a gentle kiss to their lips. “I’m your first man, and your biggest fan. Don’t ever forget, ya hear me?”

Mammon is a demon of his word. He’s very protective of his human, especially in the Devildom. He knows all kinds of beings want to get to know them, but they don’t get to interact with them alone. He’s always going to be there when they need him.

Mammon is constantly working extra jobs for extra money. He wants to get as much of MC’s merch/music as he can get, after all! Not only that, but when he takes MC on a date, he wants to rent out the entire place. It makes MC feel like they have more privacy, and Mammon gets them to himself.

If MC is in the human realm for his birthday for any reason, be it a show/tour or something else, Mammon is using his birthday gift request to go to the human realm. He wants to see them live any chance he gets so that he can support his human. Plus, the concerts are where the good merch is! If MC sings him Happy Birthday during their set, he may actually vaporize.

Mammon also gets extremely happy anytime he gets to help MC make music. Mammon let out a particularly short sigh one day, causing MC to grab a piece of equipment and say, “Mamms! Let me sample that!” Now, anytime MC wants Mammon to help them with any part of their music, he is extremely happy about it. “Of course you’d want The Great Mammon to help ya!”

Photo shoots together were bound to happen. When modeling agencies Mammon works for gets wind of who is residing in the H.O.L., they hound him with requests to get them on set. Mammon notices the ways MC gradually makes their mark on the Devildom, even getting deals to appear on TV. He wonders how he got so lucky as to be by MC’s side, the scum that he is. How are they not ashamed?

“Mamms! I made us noodles!” His train of thought was interrupted when they came shuffling into his room. They were wearing the matching PJ set they picked out with Mammon last Christmas, holding one cup noodle in each hand. All he could do was stare as they settled on the couch next to him, putting their phone down on the side table. The familiar matching phone charm dangled from it, hitting the table gently with a ‘clink’.

“What’re you wearing? Go change! It’s time to watch HP!” They started peeling his jacket off of him before catching his gaze. They were frozen in place by the gentlest look they’ve ever received from anyone in their life. “Yeah, yeah. I’m goin’.” Mammon mumbled, feeling his cheeks heating up before getting up to change into his matching PJs.

It didn’t matter who MC was. It wouldn’t ever matter. Mammon would never love anyone more. If he was scum, he didn’t care, because if anything was different, they may have never met him. The only thing he couldn’t bare was if they weren’t there.

[tharkflark1]

I just woke up and I’m losing my goddamn mind

[metalbuckaroo]

Okay so I’m a sucker for protective/possessive moments with Bucky so I was thinking something like either dbf! Bucky or biker! Bucky knows the reader’s ex wasn’t great and while they are on a date or something, he sees the reader’s ex harassing her and the ex gets a little physical (nothing super serious)?? Maybe the reader goes to get them concessions or goes to the bathroom and that’s when her ex sees her and tries to like corner her and get her back?? Idk you can have fun with it I’m not picky. Also congrats on almost hitting 1k followers!! :) xx

Diner

Summary: a night meant for just Bucky and his girl doesn't go as planned

Warnings: gross, toxic ex, unwanted attention, lil angsty, lil fluffy, lil smutty, cursing.

AU: Biker!Bucky x F!Reader

AN: Since I've done so much dbf bucky the past couple days and haven't done biker bucky in a hot minute I chose biker, and this also may be a little peak into a new biker!bucky series I've been planning out for awhile.

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Gif not mine

Bucky patted at his pockets, shifting around in his seat to feel his back ones. "I forgot my wallet in the truck." He sighed, going to stand from the booth.

"I'll go get it, just sit back down." You said, giving him a soft smile. He didn't argue, just nodded and leaned back into the seat. "It's in the glove compartment."

Going to the single cab truck that was parked a few spots down from the front door of the diner, you pulled the creaky door open, the dome light flicking on to light the dark space.

Bucky kept everything but gloves in the compartment. Unopened packs of cigarettes, extra lighters, gas receipts; the gloves usually stayed on his hands or in his back pocket.

You quickly grabbed the brown leather wallet and shut the truck door, seeing the waitress walking towards the table Bucky was at through the large windows.

"Hey, you. Been awhile." You froze from the familiar voice talking behind you, not taking your hand from the door. "Hi, Jason." You mumbled, glancing at him when you went to walk back towards the entrance of the diner.

He walked closer, blocking your path and making you back towards the truck again. "How have you been? Heard you moved away but, here you are."

You cleared your throat and looked to the windows where Bucky was sat, looking down at his gloved hands. "I'm, uh, here with my boyfriend. So, if you'll just let me-"

Jason blocked you from going around him, holding his arm out so you couldn't pass. "Boyfriend? Please, hun. No other man could want you after I had you."

Your blood went cold, skin crawling from his words. "Well, you can tell him that. I'm sure he'll appreciate it." You spat, pushing pass him.

Bucky looked out just in time to see Jason grab your wrist and jerk you back towards him. The action making him push out of the booth and shove the glass door open.

"Get the fuck off, Jason." You seethed, trying to pull your arm from his bruising grip. "That's such a pretty dress, though. You never wore dresses when we were together. Let's try again." He said with faux innocence. "You never let me."

A gentle, yet grounding touch to your sides from behind eased your nerves; Bucky's gruff voice filling your ears. "I don't like people touching what's mine. Especially my girl."

Jason sneered at him, releasing your wrist. "Your girl? You let her out in a dress like that?" He scoffed. Bucky pulled you closer to his front, trying to put as much space between you and the man as he could. "Most know better than to touch or even look at her. Now, move." Bucky's voice was chillingly calm as he glowered at the shorter man.

"Must not have fucked her yet, she's ruined. All because of me." Jason said with a low chuckle. "Get in the truck, cherry." Bucky said, his tone softer towards you as he urged you to walk away. "Buck-"

The hard look he gave made you shut up and walk around to the driverside, jumping slightly when Jason was shoved into the side of the truck's bed.

You looked over you shoulder to see the much larger brunette stalking towards him, expression on his face that would make anyone with some sense slither away in cowardice. "I don't know who you think you ruined, but it's not her. I suggest you stay as far away from her as possible, she's mine and I don't share."

You scooted to the passenger side and cranked the handle to roll the window down, poking your head out to look at Bucky. "Buck, please. Can we just go somewhere else?" You pleaded, wanting out of the situation as quick as possible.

Bucky backed away, glaring at Jason for a moment before turning around. "Yeah, better listen to your whore. It's all she ever w-" Jason was cut off by a swift right hook knocking him to his knees.

"Dumb fucking bastard, that's not how you talk about a lady." Bucky spat through gritted teeth, looking down at the man who was holding his bleeding nose. "Anything but a fucking lady. Let her out in a dress like that and she'll cheat on you with the first guy who gives her a compliment."

Kneeling in front of Jason, Bucky cocked his head to the side. "I know how to take care of my girl, unlike filth like you." He spat through gritted teeth.

"Bucky Barnes, truck, now." You ordered, Bucky standing and looking at you, a softer look to his face as he made his way to his side of the truck.

"Sorry, baby." He mumbled, shoving the keys in the ignition before tugging you to the middle seat.

Tonight was suppose to be a night without club and bar talk, and jackets. Just you and Bucky, at a small diner just outside town. Now, Bucky felt like it was ruined and could tell you were still stressed by the way you fiddled with the glove on his hand.

"Want it off." You huffed, getting a nod from Bucky who took the velcro strap between his teeth and pulled it; taking his hand from the wheel just long enough to tug it off.

His warm hand went back to your thigh, thumb pressing soothing circles into the skin. "We're taking the back way home." He exhaled, his grip on the steering wheel not letting up.

You looked over at his stern expression, knowing exactly why he wanted to take the back way home. The reason making you squeeze your thighs together.

"I shouldn't have let you go get it. I'm sorry." Bucky mumbled, giving your thigh a light squeeze. "You don't have to say sorry for every little thing." You said, shaking your head at him.

His jaw clenched, the way your ex had looked at you replaying in his mind. It made his stomach churn.

The truck was suddenly pulled to the side of the dark road and jammed into park. "C'mere, wanna talk to you." He said, pulling the lever to tilt the steering wheel as high as it could go. "You can talk to me from here."

"No, I need you to listen to me fully. Come here." His tone had a demanding edge to it as you shifted around to straddle his lap.

Leaning his head back against the headrest, Bucky took a slow, deep breath, hands on the outsides of your thighs. "I don't want you listening to a damn thing he said. Got me?"

You nodded, toying with one of the buttons on his shirt. "What he says doesn't matter. I've got you, Sarge." You said softly, fingers moving to wrap around his dog tags. "Hm, that's how you wanna play?" He chuckled, hands gliding further up your thighs.

"Maybe." You shrugged. A gasp passed through your lips when the thin fabric of your underwear was ripped at the sides. "You gotta quit doing that, won't have any left."

"If you'd quit wearin' 'em, I wouldn't have to rip 'em."

You lifted your hips long enough for him to shuffle his pants down enough to free his erection, lips engulfing yours as your fingers carded into his thick hair.

Bucky's thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as he pulled away. "Want you to make yourself feel good. Alright, baby? Do whatever takes your mind off of it, I'm all yours and you're all mine." He purred, both of your chests heaving from the kiss as his metal hand lifted your hips. "Right?"

You nodded, biting back a whimper from the stretch he caused when you lowered onto him. His hand held your jaw, pulling your face closer so he could nudge your nose with his. "Say it, sugar. I wanna hear it."

You popped open the buttons on his shirt, gliding your hands up his muscular abdomen and chest before leaning to his ear. "All yours, Sarge."

A low groan pulled from his chest, you lips ghosting across his scruffy jaw. "There's my girl." He cooed, hands guiding your hips in a grind.

"So tight and wet for me. Take me so perfectly." He groaned, rolling his hips up into yours as you bounced as much as you could in the cramped space.

"Fuck, James" you panted, already feeling the pressure building in your lower stomach with each movement. "Already, cherry? I knew I was good but damn- can feel you milking me."

Bucky moved his thumb to press sloppy circles to your clit, your fingers digging into the skin of his chest as warmth took over; making him groan and snap his hips up.

You felt the muscles of his abdomen tense before he let out a low groan, rolling his hips into yours through both of your highs.

Thick arms wrapped around you and held you close, Bucky's lips brushing your shoulder and stubble scratching your skin. "I'll always take care of you, sugar."

[tteokdoroki]

waves that hurt | k.bakugou + i.midoriya.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader x izuku midoriya.

♡ word count: 3.04K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, hurt, angst and comfort.

♡ summary: dark days mean dark waves that crash across your mind, intrusive and mean the waves pull you under— but they are the helping hands that pull you up and let you breathe.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy tw for depression, intrusive thoughts and self depreciation, self doubt and low self-worth. this fic is written mostly from personal experiences and may not be accurate to how everyone feels! mentions of therapy.

♡ author’s note(s):  this is my contribution to @doinmybesthere​ ‘s mental health awareness collab, this is kinda personal to me and something i experienced recently!! i hope it can provide some comfort to anyone out there, please don’t forget to check out everyone else’s works and i hope you’re all safe ‘n well <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

“kacchan, it’s much worse this time, i really think you should come home early tonight.”

deku whispers into the phone, his marred hands rub slow and soothing circles into your back from over the duvet— you can feel his warmth, light and airy through it but he feels and sounds much further away. a million miles across a dark ocean that trickles through your thoughts, intrusive and mean, keeping you under and away from clear air.

you wouldn’t want to pull him into this, bother him with the way you drown in dark thoughts— so you pull away from your boyfriend and tuck yourself away into the sheets.

izuku doesn’t retract his hand even as you pull away, listening to katsuki grunt orders down the phone— make sure yn’s eaten, make sure yn’s had water. basic things you should be able to do on your own but can’t, paralysed by the anxiety and depression that clamps down on you like a vice and refuses to let you up so you can just breathe. you want to breathe and not feel like the world is crashing down on you, to have a second to yourself where everything seems like it’s okay.

brushing fingers over the nape of your neck, toying with the coils of your baby hairs, your boyfriend speaks, only gently. “baby,” says quietly, his weight causing the bed to dip. “katsuki will be home soon, do you want to come with me to let him in?” you shrug, a sick feeling twisting in your gut. you see the black tendrils and waves in the back of your mind, bringing forth a new batch of ugly words that force you down. are you really that much of a burden these days that katsuki has to call it quits on work for you? “how are you feeling?”

you don’t know, you don’t know how to tell him that every thought you have hurts and there’s a pain in your chest with every breath you take. “i don’t know, it’s just...bad izu…” you want to explain how you feel deep inside, but the words are trapped like balls of tar in your throat— fear that if you say something he’ll walk away.

“you don’t have to say anything, don’t force yourself to…” he speaks with a soft voice, cotton to your ears in an attempt to soothe you. you can just about feel the clean air flowing through your lungs at the sound— it tells you he loves you, no matter what and you almost believe it before sinking back under. “let’s get you some water okay? wouldn’t want kacchan scolding us would we?”

the joke hangs in the murky and heavy air for a few seconds before you muster a small smile— your green haired boyfriend lets out a tiny sigh of relief and pressed a kiss into your hairline, the affection simmers under your skin and briefly brings light to your dark mind as izuku starts leading you to the kitchen.

you’re curled up in izuku’s lap when the front door pops open with a click— signifying your other boyfriend had arrived home. you flinch, hiding yourself in the blankets keeping you warm and locking away the dark thoughts from the eyes of your lovers.

part of you hated them seeing you this way, that’s why you forced yourself to keep everything away from them— but they knew, they always did and always came to your rescue. you didn’t want them to feel like they had to look after you when the days were bad and draining and your mind took hold of everything that you felt. you didn’t need the weight of your own problems on the shoulders of two pro heroes who had enough to deal with.

in the end, you would destroy them like you did with yourself.

you can hear katsuki shedding his gear by the door, feeling his intense and heated presence flood the room and barely penetrate the barrier you created for yourself even while you lay in izuku’s arms. for as long as you’d known the two— even from back in your U.A days, bakugou had hated self-pity, of course in recent years he’d cooled down a little and spoke less on the actions of others but even still, you weren’t sure if you could handle him looking down on you for looking down on yourself and for feeling this way.

the blanket is suddenly lifted from your head, momentarily blinding you with the overwhelming light that is your boyfriend, katsuki bakugou. a twinkle of concern lines his ruby eyes and you can see traces of his charcoal eyeliner that he usually smudges underneath his mask— he’s so beautiful but you’re afraid of the twitches of worry, afraid that he’s mad at you for being the way you are.

“hey honey,” bakugou hums, crouching to your level to cup your cheeks, stress bleeding from his body when you nuzzle into him.

izuku gives you a squeeze, an encouraging one and you nod. “hi,” is all you can muster, afraid of blurting the intrusive words that crackle across your brain.

katsuki sits back on his haunches, looking between you and his boyfriend before he attempts to kick off his shoes. the room is full of a thick, ugly quietness that you know you’re responsible for— they don’t have to say anything, you know that it’s you. because when you’re like this it’s hard for bakugou and midoriya to talk, afraid that they’ll say something to set you off and you afraid that they’ll leave if they knew how you really felt. how trapped and alone you felt inside, how the twisted darkness added tones to your vibes and dragged you down with every step that you took.

they don’t need to say it because it flows from your body like a rushing river and drowns them, fills their lungs and it’s your fault for infecting them with your own bitter taste of life.

“have you eaten?” the blonde of the two boys asks, looking you dead in the eye. you want to answer, but again the viscous back from earlier starts to flood through your body. you try to take care of yourself of these days where you feel it the hardest, but it’s difficult to move and to breathe— and the drive to complete even the simplest of tasks is barely ever there.

you move to speak, caught up in the thick smog of your own brain when izuku gives your body a squeeze and shakes his head, the forest of his hair brushing against your cheek. “you’ve had water, right?” izuku has no problem answering for you. “but nothing to eat,” he whispers, keeping his voice low as if to hide his worry from you— it’s light in his tone but tremors throughout the number one’s body. you feel sick for making him feel that way.

katsuki’s gaze shifts back from his boyfriend to you, his expression unreadable because he knows how you get if they worry too much about you. you’re thankful, partly for that at least, his blank face prevents your mind from reading too deep into things and blaming yourself for things out of your own control.

“‘m makin’ your favourite for dinner. you’ll eat it, no questions asked.” the explosive pro hero states firmly, rising from his place crouched down by your side, obviously not before thumbing over your cheeks to wipe away evidence of your dried tears. “gonna run you a bath too, damn nerd better get you upstairs and ready by the time it’s done.” deku’s chest rumbles with a light hearted chuckle beneath you, lifting the heavy weight of the air within the room— bakugou had always loved brashly, with a fiery intensity that hardly left room for the answer ‘no’, and while izuku was more tame, they balanced one another out in a way that felt more like a warm hug than a battle. they grounded you, in the best of ways.

true to his disgruntled words, your blonde headed boyfriend runs you a hot bath. you don’t miss the addition of lavender oil to the perfectly warm water, the baking soda which you’re sure he only knew to add because his mother had said it would remove the demon spawn toxins in his body. izuku is the one to help you strip, holds your hands as you kick off gross comfort clothes and folds them away, after pressing kisses to your groggy face and chin.

it’s almost funny to see the two biggest and beefiest pro heroes sit on your bathroom floor crossed legged and beside the tub— both of them taking up the majority of the room. you know for a fact that no one would believe the sight unless they saw it, but they’re there. both of them, izuku midoriya and bakugou katsuki are with you encompassed in the silence while you wash away the ugly words that plague your mind and fill the pores of your skin.

they’re still there.

even as sweet lavender water moves in soft waves over your bare body, while black ink moves in the same way across your brain— tattooing self-depreciating thoughts into every inch. you’re not worth their time, they say, you’re wasting it. because how could their precious time be put to good use if you’re taking it up, they could be saving people but instead your boyfriends are here, drowning in your own darkness.

they’re still fucking here.

when they could be out there saving the people who needed it, who were suffering out there in the world outside of your home.

and the suds against your body, the warm water sloshing over your thighs isn’t enough to get rid of the burning sensation of vile phrases printing themselves against your body and clouding every thought that you think. toxic, mean and nasty things you can’t scrub away— none of it is enough to make you feel like you deserve bakugou tenderly lathering you up with the rose scented soap his mother had sent you for christmas or the sips of cool water midoriya brings to your lips in order to prevent you from overheating in the steam of the bathroom.

deku catches the painful twist in your face, pausing his movements to study you. “whaddya need?” you need it to stop, to find something to replace the pain and doubts that fill you.

“water, hotter,” you croak quietly, tears building up in the base of your throat as katsuki catches on and flicks the tap for a stream of hot water to fill the tub. “please,”

they tell you to let them know when to stop if the heat gets too much, but the scalding water burns away any reminders of the self loathing you feel across every inch of your mind, your body and your soul. it stings at the darkness in a way that’s painfully soothing and maybe if you sink under— it could stop hurting completely. if you could slide deeper into the water, would the waves of darkness not crash so hard?

and then the damn breaks, like a tsunami the guilt and anguish you feel crashes over your body and takes control, leaving you fighting for oxygen in the form of your happiness.

everything that you’d been holding back flows freely in salty tears from tired eyes, scorching a path down the apples of your cheeks and mingling with the contents of the tub below. your boys, they don’t notice at first, how you cry and curl in on yourself until you think the world won’t notice you anymore but then just as they always do, they’re pulling you into their warmth and bubble of light— freeing you from black intrusive tendrils even if it means they have to crawl into the tub and wade their through the ocean you’ve made to set yourselves apart.

“don’t—!” you heave with an uneven voice, signs of you falling apart evident in every way. bakugou and deku pull away from you slowly, with dripping shirts and worry written across freckled faces and red eyes. they’re scared for you, hate seeing you force your feelings down and away from them. “please don’t touch me—you’ll—“

the water in the bathtub sloshes from where you retract from their touch, backing yourself up against the wall and away from your boys. “we’ll what?” izuku presses but only gently, keeping you afloat, stopping you from sinking and bakugou stays put in his place, letting the latter talk you down.

you shake your head, trying to think of the right words but it’s hard to, with the crashing waves heavy against your ears. how do you tell your lovers that everything hurts, to think and to feel, to live day by day. you don’t want to bother them with and an extra stress to their busy lives. but you can’t keep it in any longer, bursting at the seams. “you’ll drown. i-if i touch you, i’ll pull you under, you’ll drown with me and you won’t be able to breathe and all those horrible things that i think about will burn in your lungs until you give up fighting like me,” your tears and hiccups interrupt your words, but they listen. bakugou and deku, they listen and they stay.

“yn—“

“because if you do, then all that i feel will be a burden to you— i’ll break in ways that can’t be fixed and you’ll be forced to pick up the pieces and i’ll just be a burden,” you continue, not even pausing to take a breath while you continue to cry. “if you stay to pick up the pieces, you’ll be taken away from people who need you, who are worth saving, and can be helped and—“

you can’t recount how many nights, similar to this in which you wondered why and how two pro heroes could want and love you, why they dealt with your down days that sometimes outnumbered the ups— even if they’d shown you how much they cared, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as if your sadness took up their time to save someone else.

“you can be helped, yn. you don’t have to go what you’re going through alone, you’re worth the time and the effort of helping, no one deserves to suffer,” the green haired of your two boyfriends cuts through the tail ends of your words, still keeping distance until he knows it’s safe to touch you again. there is no look of condescending pity on his face, no sign to show you’ve pulled him into the dark of your mind. it’s just izuku, trying to help you pull through.

you look to katsuki hesitantly, he hasn’t said a word. “but i don’t want to be seen as...as weak, or to worry you because i can’t get out of my own head—“

“y’not fuckin’ weak, we’d never think that of you. we see you try to hide your pain, pretend things don’t get to you when they do. but fuckin’ handlin’ things on ya own can make y’stronger than any two heroes combined,” a look of anger flashes across his features, finer with age and tired with work. but bakugou isn’t angry with you, but with himself for leading you to believe that you were an extra weight on his shoulders. both of their shoulders. “yer not gonna get rid of us or scare us away, we love ya, we’re here for ya ‘n if it’s help that you need or think yer not worthy of, we’ll find some. it’s okay t’ask for help.”

maybe it’s hearing it from someone else, that your pain and your depression is valid, that you’re not an extra weight on the people you love that allows you to come up from a tar-like ocean for fresh air in your lungs, for the waves to calm and the storm raging in your mind to soothe. maybe it’s the two of your boyfriends being there for you despite the fear that you’d scare them away with not being okay that washes away some of the awful things you think.

you know that their support won’t make things go away over night, that it will take time for you to heal but for now you can keep your head above the water just long enough to breathe.

“can i touch you now? is it okay?” deku asks, feeling less distant from you than at the start of the day, but as your body shakes with the last of your tears all you manage is a nod before the number one hero is pulling you into his chest from the tub and the number two is wrapping a towel and his arms around you.

you sit sandwiched between the two, they keep you at the surface— holding you tight while you let out what you’ve been holding back. “we can get some help if y’want it, the doctors...therapy might be nerve wrackin’...scary even, but it can help and we’ll be there every single step of the fuckin’ way,” katsuki reasures you with pets to your head, rocking you back and forth on your bathroom floor, steam clinging to the air that you can finally breathe.

izuku nods along in agreement, pressing kisses to your wet hairline. “we’ll be here. you won’t be alone.”

the murkiness of the water in your mind starts to clear, but only just— their warmth starts to push through the clouds like sunshine brushing against your skin. a light to the dark that's plagued your every waking moment, the waves no longer crash and destroy but instead lap comfortingly at your painful thoughts and tame them just enough for you to have a moment of clarity.

you don’t have to be alone or millions of miles away, you deserve the hands of your loved ones that offer you help instead of pushing them away. the process of healing and things like therapy or meds will be hard sometimes, but katsuki and izuku will be here by your side, to help you manage days where darkness rolls in waves that hurt and help you breathe once again.

[pleasantanathema]

Levi Ackerman | Little Death

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Light Dom/Sub Dynamics, Authority/Power Play, Hair Pulling, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read other fanfics I’m writing to celebrate. A huge thank you to @shadowworks​ for helping me as I learned how to characterize Levi, and for being one of the best encouragers in my life. Without her, I wouldn’t still have this passion for writing. 💙

          “Oi, you going deaf?” Levi tapped his hand against your cheek in successive raps, stern but soft, enough to pull you from your fucked out trance. Your head shook no even though you couldn’t remember what words were spoken, the haze of sex and the aftershocks of orgasm clouding over you like thick smoke.

           “Then tell me what I said,” he spoke through gritted teeth, inky tendrils of black hair curling with sweat against his forehead.

           He was well aware it would be hard for you to speak, his cock stuffed so deep inside of you it was nearly bubbling out of your throat. Both of his hands found your thighs, pressing you back farther, wider. Your sweet, abused pussy sucked in around him. He admired the cream that stained his cock, your slick gushing as he gave another brutal push into your depths.

           Levi aired on the side of mercy, for once, electing to remind you of his words instead of listening to whatever nonsense you’d try to babble out for him.

          “Give me another. Feels so good when you cum on my cock.”

          “C-Captain I can’t…”

          His body curled over yours, the weight of his hips pressing between your legs as he cupped your face, thumb slipping past open lips to give you something to suck and focus on.

          “Yes you can, you’re my girl.”

           The way your darling tongue lapped at his thumb made his stomach twist.

           He knew you had more to give, he wouldn’t push you if he thought otherwise. He wanted you to drown in the sin; it’s what you deserved. Always so good, listening to every order, pledging your heart without question. And, for some reason, you’d been willing to dedicate your heart to him, to serve your precious body up on a platter whenever he asked.

           Levi didn’t deserve you, but he’d be damned if your cunt wasn’t his favorite place to bury his stress.

           A coo left your lips, soft and full and muffled by his thumb. He started to roll his hips, bursts of pleasure stemming from where your pussy was spread around him, drifting down his warmed muscles. His thrusts were painfully accurate, the kind that he knew were hitting you in just the right way to have you so full of ecstasy you’d feel like crying.

           You were so pretty like this, spread open, skin flushed, clit swollen and your fists tugging at his sheets. It was maddening, the kind of sight to make a man choke on every inhibition.

           His spit-slick thumb popped out of your mouth, petting across your cheek until your eyes fluttered open, “yeah that’s right, look at me,” he looped an arm around your back, keeping you secure on his cock as he pulled you up into his lap, “atta girl.”

           He buried his face in your tits, grunting as he started to bounce you, your knees still trying to find purchase on the mattress. He kept strong arms around your back, holding you against him, pulling you up and down as he soaked in your breathy moans. Rocking you like this kept the build of pressure in your belly, had the flames smoldering as he prepared to light them high and hot again.

           Grey eyes narrowed as he kissed at your shoulder, suddenly all too aware of the dressing mirror staring at him on the wall. His balls tightened as he watched the beautiful planes of your back move underneath his scarred hands, saw his thick, milky cock disappear into the eden of your body. He stayed mesmerized for a moment, obsessed with observing how you keened, how it looked when he took you.

           “You’re gonna cum for me again, and you’re gonna see just how fucking pretty you look when you do.”

           Levi man-handled you, had you twisting around in his lap until he could push you down on your hands and knees, a hand in your hair lifting your face up to look at him in the mirror. He took a sick delight in trying to decipher the emotions that ran across your features—shock, fear, a twist of pleasure as his cock plunged deeper into your tight pussy from behind.

           The veins in his arms came to life as he kept leverage in your hair, holding your head up to watch him, to make eye contact with him as his balls slapped against the flesh of your ass. His lips were curling, like he was holding back a smile.

          Your thighs were shaking, still wobbly from the orgasms he’d pulled from you earlier. He always claimed he lost count of what he did to you, but he never did. Tonight it was three times already, and the fourth would bring his undoing as well.

           “Look at you,” he growled, a sound that made you shiver, “little whore, my little pet, so good for me.”

           Quick fingers swirled at your clit, your mouth falling open with curses, “fuckfuckfuck, Captain Levi-ii.”

           Your poor clit was so hot and wet under his fingers, belly quivering as he started to draw out your pleasure, ready to feel you unwind and snap and die a little death.

           He pulled you back harder by your hair, had your back arching to his chest so he could put your pussy on display in the reflection. A breath hitched in your throat, he could feel it, the hand in your hair now finding refuge on your neck. His teeth nipped at your ear, side-eyeing the mirror so he could watch his messy cock get lost inside of you over and over again.

           All kinds of praise rattled around in his head. Your tits were perfect, bouncing, sweat dripping down between them. Your cunt was fucking divine, so perfect when stuffed, puffy clit so wet under persistent fingertips. The sounds that left the throat under his hand were like balm, little babbles of the syllables of his name like a cacophony of weakness and power to his ears.

           But he didn’t know how to say any of that shit, didn’t know how to praise you beyond good. So he let his body show you, lips sucking at your neck, fingers working you like a toy he was winding.

           He tipped your head forward, thumb and index fingers pressing into your cheeks and making you focus on yourself in the mirror.

           “Do it,” he sucked the command into your neck, “fucking cum, let me feel it.”

           God, he wished he could paint the picture of your orgasmic bliss into his mind forever. Your eyes were glassy, lips swollen, a long, continuous moan sounding as your cunt clenched tighter than he’d ever felt before. He knew you’d get off on the sight as well, that you’d like to see how his cock pulsed inside of you at the sight of you cumming for him again. Always so responsive, like the devil playing his fiddle.

           Levi held you as you crumpled over from exhaustion, tangling you up in his arms and letting you rest against him in his bed. He kept his cock lodged inside your warmth, not quite ready to leave the home he sculpted. You were still squeezing around him, tightening with every deep breath as you tried to bring your mind back into the world.

           Fingers wandered on their own, his hands skimming over your thighs, up your back. Something comforting, silent tells that he was there, that he had you, that he would always take care of you.

[hollyhomburg]

Color me pretty

(Bts Little space au)

Summary: When it came to the littles, the caregivers knew there was no better activity than coloring. 

Tags: SFW, implied bts x reader, pure fluff, little space, little! kookie, Little! m/c, Caregivers! bts, 

W/c: 1.5k

A/n: If you don’t like this kind of content please just skip over it and pay it no mind! this is very sweet and fluffy. this can be read alone, but i did use the characters from my other little space ask au titled ‘the peanut butter to my jelly’ it’s linked at the end of the fic!  i wrote this drabble in one sitting! 

- On the nights that Koo and the m/c are non-verbal but still feeling energetic enough to need stimulation the caregivers have a special little ritual that they like to do. 

- it’s something tucked away, always ready to have on hand when they need it, it never fails to calm an overly excited or sugar high little; the blanket made out of a special material that can be washed after it’s doodled on, painted, and made new. 

- On those special days, the caregivers bring around all their ‘messy blankets’ the fort making supplies that no one minds if they get ruined, if koo gets his apple sauce on it or if a sippie mistakenly gets it’s lid taken off. they make a nest in the living room with markers and crayons and they’re allowed to get the blanket as colorful as possible. 

- The blanket is magic in the littles eyes! filled with simple flowers that they can color in as many times as they want! All the laundry fairy (Taehyung) has to do is pop the blanket in the washer and voila! it’s all ready for more coloring! no more marker marks. 

- I just picture her and Koo stretched out on it with half of their stuffed animals for “moral support” while cartoons play in the background coloring to their hearts content. Koo gets a little younger in his headspace sometimes than the m/c though they’re pretty equal in general.

- Eventually koo just gets so small that he forgoes coloring all together, instead busying himself with sucking on the end of a marker. while the m/c just giggles with her tongue hanging out, swinging her feet, the picture of adorable concentration as she struggles to keep her pink marker inside the lines.

- Occasionally one of the caregivers will come in to check on them. And they’d come pet over their heads and koo and the m/c just excitedly gesture to the mess they’ve made! their brains too cottony to make many words other than “flower! made’ pink!!!” koo in his little sing song voice going “flower flower flower~” 

- And whichever caregiver who is on “baby duty” will praise them, today it’s yoongi who takes a second to sit, each of the littles tucked under an arm. yoongi leaning in close and tracing his finger along their pretty lines. “you guys got so far today! almost all of them are filled!” he loves how puffed up both of your chests get at the praise. 

- He can almost tell how far down they were when they first started coloring. on the outside border the flowers are carefully patterned, but the ones just under where you where sitting are full of wilds scribbles. Yoongi reminds himself to take a picture before they wash it, wanting to save a memory of today. 

- “Oh did you make this for us little ones? I bet Joonie’s going to love it you know how much he loves nature! and you even gave each of them little stems.”

- And of course, eventually they find the m/c and koo are asleep in their little puddle of markers. Maybe the m/c has a little bit of purple splotch on her cheek. After they wake them up to put them to bed she whines softly when they clean it off her cheek “oh you poor fussy baby, don’t worry it will only take a second” her cute pout demanding a kiss for every rub.

- Eventually she presses into bed and koo kisses the faintly red spot on her face. his kiss a little wet and open mouthed but so innocent it makes the caregivers bookending them on either side coo. it’s as much of a sorry as koo can articulate right now. his mind feels like marshmellows and stuffed animals, like a too squeezed juice pouch and an empty packet of fruit snacks. totally devoid of big scary thoughts. 

- The caregivers are glad they made the decision to throw out all and every permanent marker in the house after the last little incident when Koo decided that people were a viable canvas. I think their whole house would be full of little doodles from the two littles. When they get big they always blush and say that they don’t need to pin them to every available surface. But the caregivers just shush them because they honestly love their drawings. 

-To the caregivers, their collection of drawings is a representation of the love they have for their two youngest. A mark of a healthy relationship- that they can give love in a way that matters to the two of them. Maybe jimin gets a tattoo of one of their flowers, a little purple one for koo and a pink one for the m/c on his hip at once point. 

- Maybe one day the m/c has what they affectionately call a ‘tiny day’ where she’s small and can’t seem to snap out of it. she tries valiantly, but after that catch her pouting down at her coffee and staring wistfully at her stuffy on the bed they tell her it’s okay. she can be small today and they’ll handle all of the big thoughts. 

- Of course they can’t stay home because they have a track due soon, and alas they are adults, so certain things have to be accounted for. There have been many times that the m/c has had to pretend to be at least a little big in public, luckily for the caregivers their littles are always remarkably well behaved. 

- They treat it as a game, today, bunny is a secret agent and cannot be discovered by anyone, sent to protect the princess. Nothing can happen to her as long as bunny’s there. But no one can see bunny- or else his powers are nullified. It does the trick. They love to see her nodd seriously when Tae weaves the story for her. it makes their heart hurt when they catch her talking to the bunny. “i gots you.” it makes it so hard to seperate from her for the day. 

- Seokjin packs up a day bag and gets her in the comfiest clothes possible and she spends the whole day quietly coloring in the corner of Joonie’s studio with her favorite bunny stuffie in her lap. She’s always careful to tuck him under her blanket and hide him whenever someone comes knocking, pretending to tap away on Namjoon’s tablet, but luckily no one pays her much mind, used to her presence. 

- When the noise and the stimulation gets too much for her namjoon puts her in a pair of noise canceling headphones that play soft nature sounds and pretty soon when he turns around to check on her he finds she’s nodded off in his couch. And he gets up to fix the blanket around her before he goes back to work for a few more hours. 

- She’s still asleep when the others finish up and decide to pry joonie away from work (a feat in itself) and when the others softly knock at the door she gets up, all bleary-eyed and honestly half-asleep rubbing at her eyes with a closed fist. almost tripping in happiness when she sees jungkook. hitting into his chest with a little ooof, almost tripping to get out of her blanket. So excited to see him- her favorite playmate “Koo play now!? koo get tiny!!!??” 

- Already the stress is weighing on Jungkook’s shoulders, his eyes getting all misty when he sees her bunny and the blanket and just wants to regress so bad. He starts to help her clean up the day bag but seokjin and Namjoon ease him away from it.

-  “You’ve got to watch her for us Kookie, can you do that? can you be a good boy?” by now they know how to softly nudge Jungkook into his headspace and it does the trick, lets him have a task before he can truly let go. they end up giggling softly with their foreheads pressed up against each other, telling stupid little jokes that are no doubt from jin and playing with each others hands. 

- On the ride Home, they both hold onto one of bunnies ears in the backseat of their car. Their heads loling by the time they pull into their safe underground parking garage ready for some snuggles and probably a nice relaxing bath for kookie because he hates feeling sweaty from practice when he’s little. He Just wants to sit and play with some bubbles and bath toys while someone runs shampoo through his hair, the soft-smelling kind that's meant for babies.

- Inevitably Koo always looks up from his bubble bath and points at himself and says “baby?” Hobi nods sagely while smoothing his hair into a goofy mohawk, “baby” he agrees.  

- But that’s not exactly true- the better term would be ‘their babies’

~Fin~ 

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[liches-covered-in-lich]

What have I been praying to all this time for Elyden and/or/+ Miraak pls!

Ohhhohohoho it's been a while since I really wrote~! (same here Fire, same...) Prompts based off this post!

Also note this ain't going to be the best quality as I take too long to edit and I want this out </3

------------------ "I'll just tend to today's chores and let the 'good' lord worry about tomorrow." Elyden huffed out both in his very obvious enthusiasm for the day ahead and to get the hair out of his eyes way. He patted Miraak's shoulder and slivered past him to get a rag to soak up the dust that loved their kitchen's shelves. Miraak raised a brow as he paused his automatic scrubbing of a worn bowl that had seen better days. But he really refused to rid of it, it was a good bowl and it was easy to fix up the cracks each time the glue faded away. Elyden gave up trying to get a new soup bowl for the man after a few stubborn looks. "It's not the smartest to just leave everything up to fate, especially with chores. We got a schedule to adhere too, it's more efficient."

"I am master of my own fate, remember?" The elf teased with a quick shit-eating smirk as he wiped the warded books off any stray hairs. Miraak shifted uncomfortably at the sight, he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. Elyden paused before he was about to clean out the stove, especially as yesterday Miraak burnt some meat onto the metal gratings somehow. "I didn't know you still get nervous when I leave you alone."

Giving a grunt as his immediate answer, Miraak ignored his pruning fingers and continued on washing the dishes. He didn't like that the soap bubbles' shines looked directly at him. "It will take more than a few years for me to 'get over it'. I'm sure it's likewise for you about-"

"Yeah." A curse popped through as a vase was nearly topped over in Elyden's rushed cleaning. "You know you could come with me if you want? I'm certain whatever you remember from Ahzidal's teachings would be an invaluable insight to us."

"No, I have no interest in listening to you and other enchanters talk about magical laws." That came out a bit too harshly in Miraak's opinion, but he knew that Elyden didn't find it offensive. Before the mood got too oppressive for him, Miraak peaked over his shoulder and gave a small wink. "And I don't think your peers would feel comfortable with you parading me as your 'boy toy'."

Elyden's concerned expression shifted into a loud bark of a laugh that Miraak was so addicted to even if it hurt his ears at times. "I think I'd be banned again if we pull that stunt!"

"Again?"

"Long story."

"Hm." Miraak gently placed the dishes on the drying rack and ringed out the wet towel he used to mostly soak up the water. He noticed that his hands showed more veins than usual, he was showing signs of aging again. Listening to the familiar shuffles of Elyden's clothes as the man got closer, Miraak tried to hide his hands in a towel to pretend to dry them.

Arms wrapped around his waist and a scruffy, yet soft, chin rested on Miraak's shoulder. A light kiss was attempted against his neck but his braid was in the way that Elyden spat out. Miraak smiled and held onto the worn hands around his stomach.

"Should I call a friend over to keep you company while I'm gone?" Elyden asked as he instead gave a small peck to Miraak's cheeks, he was smiling against his skin.

"I can do it myself, I don't want to give you more stress. I'll be fine." Miraak's hold on Elyden's hands tightened, rubbing his thumb over the old burn marks and callouses that were basically ingrained into his memory at this point. The various textures calmed him for some reason.

"...Alright..." With a sigh, Elyden gave a small squeeze in his hug before beginning to slip away. Miraak held back a whine as his heart jumped in his throat. "You can always Shout for my name if anything." Elyden reassured with a smile, his eyes crinkling more into a genuine smile before taking a clean rag off the sink and walking out of the room to finish dusting.

Miraak opened his mouth to say something but Elyden already closed the bedroom's door behind him somewhere in the house. The shelves' books hummed and the golden shines of the leather imprints turned into a sickly green. But he knew they were warded, so Miraak forced his back on the shelves and focused on tending to the dried herbs that hung over him.

[goonification]

san/seonghwa/wooyoung

established!woosan playing with their favourite toy, seonghwa 

(this is technically mostly sanhwa bc wooyoung likes to watch but he’s very much ateez present, don’t worry)

“Wow, Sannie look! He’s already hard.” 

Seonghwa already was on his knees in front of San when Wooyoung pointed shamelessly at the growing bulge in Seonghwa’s boxers. It was the only article of clothing left to hide just how turned on he was. His thighs tightened and his hands dropped with shame as he tried to hide the obvious outline of hard cock in his underwear. 

Wooyoung was casually cross-legged on the sidelines, as if he was merely watching them play video games and waiting his turn for the controller rather than about to witness his boyfriend get head from their mutual friend and occasional plaything. Wooyoung laughed loudly at Seonghwa's efforts. He was doing a terrible job at hiding the obvious. 

“Aw, you’re right.” San peered down past Seonghwa’s blushing face and chest to gawk at the tenting folds of Seonghwa’s boxers. “Well, Hyung is just going to have to wait now, isn’t he?”

Cheeks rosy, Seonghwa nodded politely. His body slowly started to decompress as he eased into the feeling of being on display for them. 

High off the prospect of getting his dick sucked while his boyfriend watched, a sleazy smirk was glued to San’s face. His t-shirt was only partially off, tucked behind his neck lazily and still attached to him at the sleeves. Seeing as he was otherwise fully dressed, it was obvious he was only trying to show off his abs with the impractical stunt. Wooyoung liked him best when he was cocky and San wasn’t one to deny his boyfriend a worthwhile show.

“It’s okay.” Wooyoung looked equally as cocky as he comforted Seonghwa, “San’s probably hard under there too.”

“Yeah?” Seonghwa spoke in barely a whisper, eyes innocent and wide as he redirected his attention directly in front of him to the in-seam of San’s jeans. The unforgiving fabric was tighter than usual. There was a gap between his body and the waist of his baggy pants that usually wasn’t there as they lifted away from his stomach.

Mindlessly, Seonghwa licked his lips before realizing how obvious he was being.

“Someone’s eager.” Wooyoung quipped through the drawl of his horny daze.

“Whenever you’re ready.” San looked down at Seonghwa’s desperation and threaded a strong hand through his hair for encouragement. “You know how much I like it when you unwrap me all by yourself.”

Shaky hands popped open the button of San’s pants. The sound of his fly being unzipped sent butterflies loose in the depths of Seonghwa’s stomach; the otherwise inconspicuous sound of a zipper was downright filthy given the context.

Next, Seonghwa pulled down on San’s belt loops with enough force for the fabric to clear the resistance of his bulge and leave San in only a loose pair of boxers.

They shared a warm exchange as Seonghwa peered up at San with already-damp eyes, savouring the last moment as himself before he was reduced to nothing but a hole for San to use. San pushed the hair out of Seonghwa’s face, preparing him for what was about to come.

Brain foggy, Seonghwa was thinking hard to decide how he would remove the last layer, trying to ignore the background noise of fabric shifting followed by soft moans. Wooyoung never was keen on patience. 

“C’mon Hyung, you know San doesn’t like to be teased.” Wooyoung grunted out a warning, breath already wavering as he pleasured himself beneath his waistband.

“I’m pretty sure you just want to see my cock.” San wasted no time putting Wooyoung in his place, to which he simply groaned with pleasure at the insult.

San was interrupted from reveling in his boyfriend’s crudeness when he felt the chill of cold air across his cock. Seonghwa was carefully lifting the elastic waist of his boxer up and over the member before letting it pool at San’s legs.

All three of their breaths slowed down as they took in their own unique perspective on the scene. Seonghwa was face to head with San’s thick cock, veiny and already sticky at the tip for him. It wasn’t quite unfamiliar but the sight was still fresh and pleasantly shocking enough that it knocked the air right out of his lungs.

San’s ego was stroked to completion as he watched his Hyung’s reaction to his dick, breath hitching and eyes locked on to the head, leaking at the promise of Seonghwa’s soft lips soon to be wrapped around it.

Lastly, Wooyoung accompanied the sight of his boyfriend’s hard cock, inches away from a needy Seonghwa’s parted lips, with a greedy squeeze to his own aching balls, reminding himself of just how much he liked to watch.

His whiny voice impatiently cut through the tension in the room like a dull knife begging to be sharpened. “Go on. Don’t leave him waiting.” 

“Shhh, Wooyoung.” San saw Seonghwa’s eyes glaze with panic and scolded his greedy boyfriend. “I want him to think for himself.”

“But you’re dripping.” Wooyoung winced when a weighty drop of San’s precum succumbed to gravity and hit the floor. To him it was a thoughtless waste.

“Hyung knows what he’s doing.” San tsked. He glared daggers at Wooyoung. “Do you want to be blindfolded? Because I’ll do it.”

The threat was plausible and hit him where it hurt. He loved watching almost as much as he loved being in the centre of the action. Wooyoung quickly shook his head no and made a zipping motion across his lips. The thought of having to get off from sounds and smell alone was torture. He would be quiet for now.

Well, as quiet as his body would let him be as he continued pleasuring himself.

Meanwhile, hot breath against San’s dick became hotter with each shallow puff from Seonghwa’s lungs.

“Can I?” Seonghwa looked up longingly at San, waiting for permission he knew he already had. He was stalling. His heart was racing and he wasn’t sure why. 

“Of course, baby boy.” San cupped Seonghwa’s face. He softly swiped his thumb over one of his Hyung’s cheekbones, caressing the soft skin there. San couldn’t help imagining how pretty he would look with cheeks hollowed out and taking his dick, however, he kept his filthy thoughts to himself. Seonghwa needed support first. “You can set the pace, okay?”

Seonghwa nodded, happy with the compromise. San’s hand on his cheek was a gentle comfort that he didn’t want to give up quite yet. Easing into the blowjob, Seonghwa went in tongue first instead, sliding it out of his mouth and creeping the wet muscle towards San’s cock. Even though he knew it was coming, when the wetness finally came into contact with San’s cockhole, flicking at the divot, his muscles jumped into a flex and his hands dropped to his side.

Wooyoung was ecstatic. The sight of San’s full body tensing with pleasure was something he was rarely privy to a secondhand view of. It really let him drink in every individual muscle of his boyfriend’s sculpted body. All his favourite memories of skin-on-skin came flooding back, hindsight guiding his hand up and down his own shaft furiously. He wouldn’t last long like this, but needy and pathetic was his style. It suited him.

With Seonghwa’s mouth still free to express emotion, a small smile crept onto his face. Both boys were moaning, music to Seonghwa’s ears and he was the composer. However, he wouldn’t let himself get too cocky. His power trip had a clear expiration date. Not that he minded; he preferred the stress-free alternative to shot calling.

It wasn’t long before Seonghwa finished cleaning all the streaks of San’s precum. He punctuated his methodic lapping at San’s head by sloppily wrapping his tongue around the shaft to assure that he got all the hard to reach places.

“Jesus.” San whispered.

Seonghwa pulled back, leaving San’s damp cock at the mercy of the cold room and Wooyoung’s greedy sightlines. “Good?”

“Very.” San was out of breath, speaking in bursts. He wouldn’t dare beg, but he was clearly desperate. He grabbed his cock at the base and positioned it perpendicular to Seonghwa’s lips. “Need your mouth...”

De-stressed and prepped to be used, Seonghwa was satisfied knowing his fun was over. There was already a fresh bead of precum forming on San’s tip, putting Seonghwa’s previous efforts to waste. To both Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s surprise, instead of taking his mouth as promised, San pressed the creamy head against Seonghwa’s lips. Eyes locked with Seonghwa, San messily dragged thick streaks of white across the puckered lips as Wooyoung watched in awe at the sloppiness of the scene.

Finally, San centered his cock to rest in the small gap between Seonghwa’s slicked up pout. “Open up.”

Wanting to be good, Seonghwa listened. Not giving him time to adjust, each millimeter that Seonghwa opened his jaw was just an invitation for San to push himself further inside the wet hole. He slid in with ease, using his own precum as lube and taking his mouth inch by inch, only pausing when he felt Seonghwa’s throat convulse with a small choke. 

Wooyoung, dick still in hand, rolled his eyes. “I could’ve taken you like that easy.” He was clearly enamoured by the sight of tears in Seonghwa’s eyes, an unavoidable physical response to him being filled all at once. Wooyoung continued, adding insult to injury. “Warm up is for pussies.”

San ignored the rude comment from his boyfriend, more worried about Seonghwa. “You okay?” He checked in, hoping he hadn’t damaged his favourite toy.

“Mmhm.” Seonghwa moaned loudly and affirmatively around the cock, shaking it with deep vibrations. San tensed up again at the quick and unexpected feeling, only to damn near collapse when Seonghwa swallowed around him, sucking him several inches deeper into his mouth in the process.

“God, you’re so good at that.” San complimented, forgetting how positively Seonghwa reacts to praise.

His words only inspired the older boy to work even harder, bobbing his head furiously. The pace he was setting would be brutal if San dared to comply to it, and Seonghwa had no signs of slowing down in sight. Each movement of his head brought San’s dick closer to the back of his throat, tongue fighting against the speed of his slippery movements to wrap around the shaft when possible.

“Sannie, please, just fuck him.” Whiny and equally as desperate, Wooyoung had already coated himself in spit, preparing to stroke himself to compilation any minute now. He wanted the show that he was promised if he was going to risk blowing his load. “Look how badly he wants you.”

Seonghwa dragged nails over San’s hips, squeezing the flesh to co-sign what Wooyoung said. He did want San. He wanted San to fuck him stupid. Yet, San merely stood there as he got pleasured, hands on the crown of Seonghwa’s head, body frozen and too worried about Seonghwa to move. 

And that’s why Wooyoung was there.

“Hyung, look here.” Wooyoung cooed, voice dripping with theatrics. Seonghwa did as he was told, shimmery eyes glancing over as he slowed his pace on San’s cock to focus up on Wooyoung.

With this new cause now seeming far more important than Wooyoung’s pleasure, the pumps around his cock had slowed as well, intentional squeezes to show off his veins now that he had Seonghwa’s attention. Wooyoung let out a quiet laugh, probably at him. “Now there’s our good boy. So good at listening and following directions, aren’t you?” Seonghwa’s eyes lit up at the praise, excess drool escaping down his chin from the gaps around San’s cock. 

San was also quiet, listening politely to Wooyoung and continuing to be pleasured from below. He was eager to hear the pitch.

“Aw, so messy. You’re even dripping through your shorts.” Wooyoung used his free hand to shamelessly point, redirecting everyone’s attention to the damp stain on Seonghwa’s boxers. “Take those off, will you? I bet you’ll feel much more comfortable.”

Whimpering sadly as San’s cock had to pop free from his lip’s grasp, Seonghwa complied, shuffling the boxers off his knees and leaving him comfortably exposed.

“Better?”

“Better.” Seonghwa croaked, his throat sore. His head was spinning, averting his attention between all three of their cocks, before finally focusing on San’s again.

“Wow…” San looked past his own dick to gawk at the newly visible one. It was bright red, sore from neglect. He nearly felt bad before remembering that Seonghwa was enjoying this. It was exactly what he signed up for.

Still, Seonghwa’s puppy dog eyes were too much for San, he folded with sympathy within seconds of the sight. “You can touch yourself if you want.”

“Really?” Seonghwa whimpered.

Whatever soft and gentle treatment San was about to pamper him with was cut off by Wooyoung’s simpler answer. “Just make sure you’ve earned it.” 

With determination, Seonghwa nodded. First, he wrapped a hand around his own cock, gasping at the contact of his palm’s soft skin. His pretty moans were quickly muffled though as he willingly suckled on the tip of San’s dick. His tongue slid over every crevice between parted lips but it was clear neither his mouth or hand would be moving until San took control.

“You idiot, don’t just stand there. You told him to set the pace and he did. Don’t disappoint us.” Wooyoung continued to redirect the scene in the direction of his ideal fantasy. “Give our good boy the face fucking he deserves.” Greedy as he was, the interruption was the final push necessary to give San the reassurance that he wouldn’t break their poor toy.

Much like before, he pushed himself inside the cavern between Seonghwa’s swollen lips, filling the hole inch by inch. However, this time, there was no resistance until he bottomed out, sharp breaths from Seonghwa’s nose puffing against his abdomen.

Their toy was finally ready to be thoroughly used.

San’s hips pulled back only to snap forward again, filling Seonghwa’s throat with his shaft and subsequently drowning him with hot precum.

Seonghwa only groaned with pleasure, giving slow strokes to his own hard cock in tandem with San’s hesitant movements.

He fucked him again. And again. And again, before deciding that Seonghwa really could take it. He would take it, regardless of his capabilities. Their Hyung was beyond determined to be used that night. Used until San was fucking him at that relentless speed he was desperately begging for. Seonghwa didn’t want time to catch his breath; he wanted San.

Wooyoung eyed the thick liquid dripping from Seonghwa’s cock as it was thrust into his creamy fist with each of San’s movements. Seonghwa’s pale body was being jerked around to his advantage, not even needing to move his wrist to fuck himself in time with San’s thrusts. Wooyoung’s voice was shaky. “See Sannie, he loves it! He’s getting close already.”

San grunted, appreciative of the description that made his imagination go wild. “Fuck, I am too.” His body ached from repeatedly slamming his cock down Seonghwa’s eager throat, the boy somehow still finding time to swallow around him on the way in and out. San threw his head back, exposing a neck full of fading purple and red. “Won’t be much longer.” 

“Oh! On his face, please?” Wooyoung begged, clearly getting close himself as well. “I want to see your load so badly. I want to see you all over that pretty face of his.”

San nodded, more than happy to oblige the request. He redirected his attention to Seonghwa, blissed out and hardly paying attention to the world around him. He needed to come back to reality first. “I’m so fucking close. God.” It took all San’s focus to give the simple task. “Cum with me, baby. You can manage that, can’t you?” It was hardly a question. The three boys had mere seconds left of pride before they’d all have to choose where they wanted to empty their loads.

Seonghwa couldn’t answer with words but his eyes, fluttering up at San with both pride of his journey and need for conclusion, said all he needed to know. Seonghwa allowed his jaw to go slack and his neck to fall limp, head only being held upright by large, gentle hands as San fucked the mouth relentlessly, hips on fire and balls tighter than ever. 

Right until they weren’t.

With a flash of white, San’s vision went blank, just enough coherence left to fulfill the request of pulling out of Seonghwa’s mouth with a whine, thick and creamy strands still connected to his lips, and blow the rest of his load all over Seonghwa’s tolerant face.

Just as he was told, Seonghwa came with him, holding himself hostage on the edge right until the first gulp of hot cum hit the back of his throat and the second ended up on his cheek. He shook his cock vigorously, making sure every last drop had been milked as San just kept finishing over and over for what felt like forever, covering Seonghwa with a trophy of his hard work.

Ironically, Wooyoung came last, cock intentionally directed up his own body as he spurted ropes of white all over his chest and stomach for no reason other than giving himself a show. While it was only seconds later than the others, he was stubborn, refusing to let himself go without that visual he wanted so badly of Seonghwa’s face, soft cheeks and puffy lips coated in streaks of his boyfriend’s hot load and stripping him of all dignity. He happily licked his own fingers clean of excess while admiring his boys, both satisfied and happy.

While it would usually be considered a waste to see San’s cum anywhere other than in one of his own holes, Wooyoung figured Seonghwa’s lips were free real-estate for a taste. Breaking the barriers of his fantasy, he crawled over and claimed Seonghwa’s mouth with a kiss, much gentler than usual for Wooyoung. Seonghwa, still not sure exactly what was going on, melted right into the feeling of cold lips notching against his own, wet and salty with yet another familiar flavour mixing in to accompany San’s taste.

Barely recovering from his pleasure, San broke out in a beaming smile when his eyes opened to two pretty boys on their knees, sloppily kissing next to his satisfied cock and sharing his taste. 

Wooyoung pulled back first, admiring the deer-in-headlights look on Seonghwa’s face. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up so we can ruin you all over again.”

[bloodyhell-lucifer]

Accident | Tony Stark

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!reader

Summary: Few months ago you were attacked at night when you were going back home from a girls evening by a group of some men who tried to beat you down just because you were girlfriend of the one and only iron man. Tony on the right time got the signal by Jarvis that you are in danger and saved you. Now you want to go out with your friends again. It would be the first time since the accident and Tony is worried and being overprotective. Some way he got irritated by your behaviour.

Warnings: slight angst, reader being involved in an attack, language, fluff at the end

Notes: I had that idea in my head for so long so I decided that I’ll write something from it and there it is! My first Tony imagine. Tell me what you think and also follow me if you like my works, I’ll post more of it xx love you guys

You were on your way to Tony’s lab to announce him that you were leaving soon. Your friend invited you to her birthday party so you finally decided to move on and go. It’s been like six months since your last party that ended you being scared and frightened from going out from your home and elsewhere without Tony himself. That awful night you were going home alone because you’ve had an argument with Tony and you told him that he is not your babysitter and that you can handle going home without him especially driving late at night just to pick you home so you two can go back home together. You were fool yourself for not calling the cab to drive you because it was summer so you decided to take a walk. If you could you would like to forget that and remove that memory, but what’s done it’s done you thought. You should live forward. You tap the code to Tony’s lab and you saw him sitting back to you, in front of his computer, making some improvements to Jarvis. Tony was dressed casually, black jeans and dark green hoodie hugged his toned chest. He sense your presence without turning around checking who it is.

“Hi baby” he said turning back to you, a big smile on his face.

“Hi Tony” small smile appeared on your face as well. You came closer and you were standing in front of him.

“What’s on that beautiful mind of your babygirl? I see it in your eyes that something is bothering you” Tony placed his hands on your hips and urged you to sit down on his lap. You did as he pleased, your hands going around his neck so you could play with small hair on his neck.

“Y/F/N invited me to girls meet up and I think it’s right time to go out finally” you spoke avoiding his gaze, because you already knew he wasn’t going to like that idea and you were right from the start.

“You are not going anywhere. Not for know. You know how it ended the last time you went out when we argued.” His lips were in the firm line, brows clenched and visibly vein popped up on Tony’s forehead. He clenched his squeeze over your hips.

“I know that you are worried but I don’t wanna sit in this house forever, not be able to seeing my friends. You are not my father Tony.” You got up from his lap and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You know that friends could come over in anytime to see you. You don’t have to go out to actually see them.” He turned around in his seat and got back to his computer, starting to ignoring you.

“But I want to go, I know that, that night I was fucking stupid for not calling the cab and going home safely but know surely I won’t repeat that.” You insisted, getting irritated.

“For fuck’s sake Y/N! You ain’t going anywhere and that’s the end of the conversation. I don’t fuckin’ like the idea of you going to your friend’s house to girls meeting and at the end of the day suddenly nobody wants to drive you home or take care of you when they sure know that we had a argument but on the other hand even when we are fighting with each other, on every day and every hour you can call me and I will come and get you home because that’s what I’ll do to keep you safe and it doesn’t depends on our little fights.” He yelled, his fist coming in contact with the table, face turning red. You flinched because of the sudden movement he did. He faced you again and now he was so close to you that he was towering over you and you could smell his perfumes.

“I want to have fun again. I was and I still am a little frightened because of what happened but I won’t move forward sitting in this house forever. I know that you are worried and being protective but I want my life back. I’m siting here for over six months and I want to know the world again.” You sighed, looking at your feet because Tony’s gaze was to intimidating to look him into the eyes.

“You accidentally survived. I don’t want to lose you to some pricks coming after you because they don’t like me. To that day I’m blaming myself because I was a fuckin’ idiot for not coming for you and driving you back home. It could’ve end so much worse then it did Y/N. I love you and I’m not ready to lose you.” He grabbed you by your waist with firm grip and you decided to look at him. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were looking into yours with serious doubt. On his forehead appeared a few wrinkles.

“I’ll stay. I don’t want you to be worried and stressed because of me. I’ am so pathetic. I don’t want to cause you any problems.” You placed your left hand on his cheek, feeling his light stubble under your palm.

“You don’t cause any problems, doll and I’am so fuckin sure you’re not pathetic. You’re the smartest woman I’ve ever known and od course beautiful as hell and mine as well” Tony’s grip tightened on your hips and know he was smiling to you like a child that received its favourite toy. His hands came to your checks, squeezing them lightly. “Look at me darling. I love you and I’ll protect you, no matter what” His gaze was so pure and on the other hand confident that his eyes were like saying its truth on their own, no words needed.

“I love you too and I’m sorry.” You grabbed him by his neck and let him hug you. Tony’s hands come tightly on your back, bringing you closer to him so he could put his chin on your head.

“I don’t even know now why I was so mad at you on the other evening. You’re walking cuteness and goddess in one. I can’t be mad at you for long.” The man said, placing a delicate kiss on your head.

“Guess there is two of us.” you laughed softly, hugged him tighter and making Tony laugh a little as well.

“We’ll do this. I’ll drive you to that house where you girls have meeting. Then you’ll call me later and I’ll pick you up and we will get home together. What about that?” He asked, looking at you.

“Oh are you sure? I mean I can stay, really.” you said disbelieving that what he said seconds ago.

“I’m sure. You are right that I can’t imprisoning you in that house. You should live your life and have fun, but in the safe way. I know you would do the same for me.” He wrapped one arm around you, leading to the exit of his lab.

“Of course I would” you were shocked of sudden change of Tony’s mind.

“Now go get dressed, put on some make up, all that all girls shit and I’ll Waite for you in the garage and I’ll drive you there” He opened the door for you, leering you go first.

“I love you. Seriously. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You added, grabbing him by his neck connecting your lips in a needy kiss. His hands immediately went to your hair, tugging them slowly, making your whimper. The kiss was rough, but also loving.

“See you in couple minutes” Tony said, winking to you, admiring your flesh.

He was the man of your dreams and you wouldn’t do anything to broke his trust, even if it meant staying a bit longer at home. You loved him and you would do anything to make him happy and feel loved.