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exhaslo · 6 months

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Hi!! I was wondering if you can write about Miguel x spider women. she was there in the beginning when spider society first started. They was together but something happened and they end up breaking up. She went back to her world and haven’t had no connect with him since. Few years have pass and a anomaly ends up popping up her world she gets reunited with Miguel, and they rekindle their love. Thank you ! 😊

Ohhhhhhh this sounds nice!! I can see this happening fr fr.

Warning: Fluff, mentions of sex

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Let's go back, just one more time. It felt like years, but in reality, it was only just two years ago. You were one of the first people who got created by Miguel O'Hara for the Spider Society. You became close to the futurist Spider, a little too close. You were not ashamed to admit it, you had fell in love with Miguel.

The two of you were a couple for a few months. Life was good. The two of you were happy. Hell, the sex was amazing. It was a shame that the two of you broke off. It was a hard time for the two of you. You and Miguel had a disagreement that led to a huge argument, which led to you breaking up with him.

You cried for days and refused to return to the Spider Society. The worst part about the breakup was that both of you were stubborn as hell and refused to apologize. Inside, you remained in your world and stayed away from everyone.

You had hoped that maybe one day, just maybe, you could reunite with Miguel and apologize. The only problem was that you were afraid. It had been so long. Would Miguel even remember you? Would he even accept your apology?

You didn't know.

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Present Day.

You were sitting on top of the Empire State Building, watching the city below you. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you thought about your past. You had just gotten invited to one of your friend's wedding and they had asked you to bring a date. If not, they were going to try and set you up.

"I haven't dated anyone since..."

You frowned at the thought, thinking about Miguel. Hitting your head gently, you tried to think of something else. You could ask a favor from another friend, probably.

"All units, Mystero sighted in Center Park. All units keep guard, he's not normal."

Your ears perked as you heard your walkie go off. You turned towards Central Park and gasped at the stroke of lights. This was not your Mystero. A shudder ran down your spine, knowing that other Spiders will appear soon. It had been so long, but you could not ignore this. You were Spider-Woman. You had a job to do.

As you swung towards Central Park, you started to calm down. Swinging always helped. Besides, now that you thought about it, Miguel wouldn't show up for a small anomaly like Mystero. He would send others.

"Ah! Can you not shoot your filthy webs towards me! I am TRYING to perform some magic!" Mystero cried out dramatically.

"Do it in your world," Miguel spat, using a device to trap Mystero.

"Miguel?" You whispered in shock.

Upon hearing your voice, Miguel froze. The two of your stared at each other for what felt like hours.

"So, am I just going to lay here all night or-"

"Shut up." Miguel hissed as he tossed Mystero into his dimensional portal. You watched Miguel face the portal and felt your breathing halt,

"Miguel, wait-" You reached out for him. Miguel tensed up,

"(Y/N)"

"I'm sorry," The two of you said in unison.

Your eyes widen as your grip soften against Miguel's wrist. The portal closed and Miguel finally faced you. He was much larger than before. Miguel had seriously worked out since the last time you saw him. It wasn't a bad thing, but you could sense something lingering within him.

"Want to talk while swinging around?" You offered. Miguel nodded and followed your lead,

"You've gotten thinner."

"And you've gotten buffer,"

"How have you been?" Miguel asked, breaking the moment of silence. You faced him as you swung,

"Day to day...You?" Miguel stopped on top of a nearby building, "Miguel?"

"(Y/N), I messed up, a few times. I shouldn't have blamed you for what happened that day. I realized that I can't replace what we had, I just make things worse," Miguel sighed heavily. You could hear the hurt in his tone,

"And I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. You were just trying to keep me safe. I...I'm really sorry with how we ending things. I wanted to go back...but...but I was-" You started to cry, finally breaking down.

Miguel stood in front of you, unsure if a hug was allowed. He did not deserve to hold you anymore. You were not his. Watching you cry hurt. Deactivating his mask, Miguel slowly approached you. He brought his hand to your cheek, wiping a tear away.

"I'm sorry!" You cried as you tackled him in a tight hug. Miguel's eyes soften as he wrapped his arms around you,

"I'm sorry too," Miguel whispered and held your head, "You know, after you left, no one was able to kick some sense into my stubborn head. At least not until recently." He muttered the last part. You sniffed,

"I could barely do that," You said with a low chuckle, "Hey, do you think we can...be friends again? I missed you...and the others." You asked.

Miguel smiled as he withdrew his arms from you. He fixed your hair and your mask, causing you to smile.

"Friends is a good start."

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"Sorry I had to drag you to this, but I didn't have anyone else to ask," You apologized again to Miguel. Miguel, who had to fix his suit, just hummed in response,

"It's fine. At least you didn't come up with a lame excuse like I did at the last wedding I went to."

"Oh, I have to hear that."

Miguel rolled his eyes towards you as the two of you took your seats. It had been three months since you and Miguel had became 'friends' again. It was a nice and slow start to rebuilding what you had. Every not and then one of the two of you would flirt, but it would lead to nowhere.

As the wedding continued, you found yourself dozing off. You had a long night patrolling the city. You wanted to make sure your friend had a crime free wedding. Leaning against Miguel, you slowly felt your eyes drift. Miguel wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you up.

"I told you not to stay up late," Miguel whispered in your ear. You flinched awake,

"C-Crime doesn't sleep!" You huffed back.

The two of you playfully bickered with each other until hearing everyone clap around you. Joining in, both you and Miguel resisted a laugh. You followed the crowd towards the reception, ready to eat some food and hopefully leave.

"Just a few drinks and we can do. I want to avoid my friend questioning us."

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"(Y/N)! I'm so glad you came!!! And with a date!!!" You friend squealed happily.

You just joined in on the joy, a few too many drinks in your system. Miguel was keeping a close eye on you since you rarely had fun. It was cute. You had told him not to drink too much and there you were. He just loved how cute you were.

"Sooooo, tell me about your date!" You friend begged. You laughed and sat on Miguel's lap, hugging his neck,

"Dis is Miggy~ We dated...It vas great, bestest man ever!" You slurred, nuzzling your head into his neck, "Smells so nice~"

"And she's done for the night," Miguel sighed, carrying you in place, "It was a pleasure meeting you. Perhaps next time it will be under...better circumstances."

Miguel grunted an embarrassed sigh as he carried you out of the party. You kept whining in his ear, nuzzling your head against his neck. Miguel felt his face burn as he resisted his yearn for you. You brought out his neediness.

"(Y/N), I'm taking you home, okay?" He said, looking around before opening a portal. You whined softly,

"Staaaay, I miss you Miggy. Please stay with me~"

"(Y/N)" Miguel groaned lowly as he placed you on the bed, taking your shoes off, "You wanted to stay friends...right?"

"At firsssssst," You crawled over to him, bringing your face close to his, "Can you gimme another chance? Pwease?"

Miguel looked into your eyes, seeing the want. He sighed softly, kissing your head before tucking you in. He sat against your bed, stroking you head as you started to fall asleep,

"When you wake up, we can start again. It's funny, I was going to ask you to give me another chance," Miguel chuckled lowly.

Hearing you snore, Miguel smiled softly. He laid beside you, pulling you into his embrace, missing your warmth. Miguel just missed you. He closed his eyes as his head rested against your shoulder.

"I still love you, (Y/N). I never stopped."

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Hope you enjoyed!

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allisonlol · 2 years

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hii!! can i get dazai, chuuya, tecchou when their s/o safewords during sex plsss

a/n: i got so excited when i saw this req i fr started writing instantly lol. i’ve always had an idea similar to this in the back of my mind but never got around to writing it, so thx for requesting & reminding me >:)

warnings: mentions of sexual activity (somewhat explicit), safeword usage, brief descriptions of pain and blood

(Dazai, Chuuya, Tecchou) When Their S/O Safewords

Dazai

you and dazai had been at it for awhile now, and so far everything was fine

but suddenly, dazai lifted up your legs and pressed them back against your chest, forcing you into a mating press

you gasped at the sensation of how much deeper he was able to go now, & threw your head back against the pillow

but after a minute you registered a throbbing pain in your abdomen

the ache soon turned into sharp, shooting pains that were hard to ignore and outweighed the pleasure

ur body wasn’t used to this position yet and, unable to bear it anymore, you grab onto dazai’s shoulder & frantically say your safeword

it takes a few seconds for him to register what you said

but once he realizes, his eyes go wide and he stops, face paling slightly

^although it goes unsaid, dazai hates the thought of hurting you even unintentionally so he automatically feels guilty

kind of draws in on himself and won’t look you in the eye as he asks what’s wrong

pls just let him know what happened and that you’re not badly hurt

once you explain the situation and reassure him, dazai will lowkey start making fun of you?? lightheartedly of course

says some shit like “sorry my dick is too long babe😞” boy if you don’t shut the hell up

will resume only once you’ve reassured him several times that you feel better and are willing to continue

^even then he maintains a more gentle & slower pace

Chuuya

chuuya is known as an abrasive person in general and this aggressive behavior also regards to how he acts in bed

so i can see him getting carried away at times

don’t get me misunderstood tho. chuuya is very attentive and lives in fear of hurting you so usually he’s overly cautious

today was a bit different tho; the both of you had a stressful day of dealing with mafia business & were looking for a healthy way to release frustrations

so currently, chuuya had you pinned down on his desk, but was being more aggressive than usual

the intensity & degrading words which usually turned you on were now only making u feel more tired and upset

your eyes start tearing up and you try to hold back for him, but it's only a few more minutes before you're weakly calling out the safeword

chuuya is alert to every sound you make so he instantly hears it & stops, gently helping you up and turning you around to face him

sits you down on his chair and crouches on the floor next to it so you're at eye level

his heart almost stops when he sees the tears threatening to fall from your eyes & he curses himself for not noticing

you admit that you're just feeling a little upset at his words and it's probably because of the stressful day you both had

while you give him a watery smile and insist you are fine now, chuuya is still going to really internalize his guilt. you'll notice for a few weeks after that he is much softer n passionate both with his words and in bed <33

Tecchou

honestly he's such a soft lover that it's unlikely he'd hurt you in any way during sex

^always praising you, letting you know how much he loves you and just being sweet n gentle in general

this isn't to say he doesn't have days where he's rougher but even then, he is careful

SO in order for you to actually need to safeword, i believe there would have to be a third factor

^that being an injury you'd gotten at work the other day. while nothing particularly bad, it was a light slash across your abdomen from a blade

you'd bandaged it up of course, and tecchou had asked several times if you'd still wanted to continue despite the injury (to which you'd insisted)

at first everything was fine, but after 10 minutes you registered the cut starting to sting and assumed it had reopened. since it was so minor you figured afterwards you would just patch it up again

however it only gradually got worse and even with tecchou being his usual gentle self, the pain was too much </3

BUT tecchou is so attentive that u didn't even have to safeword

^notices the tears forming in your eyes and the way you're trying to hide your wince at every inward thrust he does

stops immediately and refuses to continue, pressing a kiss on your lips every time you try to protest

you're all like "no i'm fine!!" but he just gives a pointed look towards your bandage which is starting to spot with blood

y'all not tecchou having such good dick it made you bleed- jk jk

rebandages it for you and makes a "no sex" rule until you're completely better >:0

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m-jelly · 3 days

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Another thing that popped into my mind. PE teacher Levi x art teacher reader (you can pick a different subject if you dont like the art one).

I can see that Levi is the tough PE teacher at school and known for being strict. but when students start to notice that Levi is soft around reader, the new teacher that joined the school. Also, they found out they are dating they are shocked and also ship it. Maybe like a bonus scene where levi and reader are about to kiss but got caught by a few students secretly watching them?

@kenkopanda-art <3

The wonders of teachers in love.

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, romance, teachers, falling in love, secret romance, students shipping teachers, fluff.

Students at Paradis High School/Secondary School adore their PE teacher, Levi, he is someone they can talk to and confide in but he can be strict in lessons. When a new teacher arrives to teach art, the students start to notice a change in their PE teacher and they're curious.

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@li-anne @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity

@nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

@searriously

Annie started at Levi as he talked to Connie. "Armin."

Armin stretched a little. "Yeah?"

"He's changed."

Armin frowned a bit. "Who?"

She nodded to Levi. "Mr Ackerman. He seems...softer...I liked him as a strict teacher. He is still great, but he's softer."

Armin watched Levi talk to Connie for a bit before sending him on his way. "You're right. He's changed since our new art teacher arrived."

"You're right."

Sasha slid up to the pair. "I think they're dating."

Annie hummed. "I don't know."

Armin tilted his head in thought. "I think they might be."

She turned away from watching. "I'm bored of watching him. Let's carry on the lesson."

After their lesson, Levi gave them kind parting words they went to their art lesson. A buzz was in the air as soon as they saw you. The lesson was fun and creative where they could make all sorts of things. As soon as the lesson ended and they started to leave they noticed Levi was waiting outside.

Levi looked down at the kids as they stared at him. "What?"

Jean gulped hard. "Are you here to see Miss?"

"Yes."

Historia gasped. "Really?"

He saw the sparkle in their eyes. "Yes. Teachers do talk with each other, you know."

Mikasa pushed Eren. "Eren, move."

Eren shifted. "Yeah, we should go."

Levi watched all the kids leave before slipping into your classroom. He closed the door and thought all the kids had gone, but he didn't know they were watching. "Bunny."

Sasha gasped before whispering. "See, I told you they are dating."

All of them peeked through the window and watched Levi smile at you, you started giggling and lightly touching Levi's cheek. Next thing they knew, the two of you were cuddling. They could tell the hug was not one friend's do because both of you had one hand on the other's lower back and lightly touched the other's bum.

"Hey." All of them panicked and looked at their friend Reiner. "What are you all doing?"

Flustered and embarrassed they were caught, all of them scattered from the door and parted ways. It was clear now you and Levi were an item. Levi had swooped in as soon as you joined as a teacher. Some of the guys were bummed out because of a little school crush, but they knew they never had a chance.

Eren was probably bothered the most. He respected and liked Levi as a teacher and role model, but he also had a crush on you so seeing his role model tale you romantically made him think. It made him think so much that when he went to the toilet during lessons he was just wandering the hall deep in thought.

As soon as Eren rounded the corner he came to a stop. Before Eren's eyes, Levi pinned you against the lockers making you giggle. Eren watched as Levi tilted his head a bit and moved closer to kiss you and you were leaning in as well. Right as you were about to kiss each other, an audible gasp came from someone.

Eren went bright red as Levi and you stared towards him, but it seemed the person of interest was behind him. He turned to see Sasha. "Sasha?"

She pointed. "See, I told you they were dating!"

Levi pulled from you with a strong blush on his face. He walked over with you next to him. "Tch, oi you two. why are you in the halls?"

Eren blushed more. "T-Toilet."

Levi stopped in front of him. "Alright, be on your way then. What about you?"

Sasha grinned. "Toilet also. You're such a cute couple!"

You hummed a laugh. "Thank you, Sasha, but you should go to the bathroom. Hurry up or your teacher will think you raided the kitchen again."

"Y-Yes miss."

You waved as the kids ran off. You sighed before turning to Levi. "So, Mr horny, how about we keep our make-out sessions to elsewhere, hmm?"

Levi pulled you close. "There's a private spot in the gym."

You giggled. "Perfect."

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filmbyjy · 1 year

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niki with a so who’s love language is physical touch and quality time?

a/n: bro, I live for ni-ki imagines bc it’s so cute all the time🥹 my child fr cute though :(

pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

genre: fluff but angst for the first part

synopsis: you loved spending time with ni-ki and you most definitely loved showing affection to him. you thought he loved it however, when you visited the dorm to surprise him...you overheard something. something about you.

ALL I NEED

dating ni-ki came with an issue. okay wait, two issues. one being he is an idol with tons of schedules and practically no time to laze around. this wasn't an issue that only you were facing, you were sure other idols who had non-idol partners were facing this too. however, the second issue...it was kinda sad honestly.

you loved ni-ki. you knew he loved you too and he does show how much he loves you whenever he has time. lately though, you notice ni-ki getting a little distant from you. he used to love cuddling with you whenever he got the chance to. he always facetime you before a show or schedule so that you were informed of his whereabouts.

— placing this in case read more messes up —

you were thankful he took the time to do so because it showed that he cared for you. however, it stopped the moment he got back from their Asia World Tour. at first, you thought that maybe he was just tired and so you let him be and ignored it. then as time passes by, you weren't seeing ni-ki as much. you called in for a little date knowing he had a day off but he says he is just too tired for that.

it was fine if didn't go out somewhere for any dates and so you suggested visiting their dorm. ni-ki denied it and just stopped replying you after that. the next day, since you knew they still had an off day, you decided to visit their dorms secretly. it was a surprise for him and maybe the boys too because you haven't seen them in a hot minute.

their manager lets you in since you told them about wanting to surprise the boys. as you draw closer to the living room, you heard chattering and the tv. they were most probably playing some video games since it was their off day. you also ni-ki's voice so you were ready to pop out and present them with bags of snacks.

you stopped yourself when you heard, "ni-ki, are you ignoring (name)?" jake asks.

"yeah, i just don't feel like talking to her."

"but she's your girlfriend." sunoo says.

"so? she needs to realise i have my own life. i already have to worry about practices, i don't need to worry about someone."

"won't she feel sad?" jake asks.

"i'm sure she can handle it, hyung. also, i don't like how clingy she is. she constantly checks up on me. especially during off-days. it's just tiring and want to rest."

your heart drops, you wanted to step away but you bumped into someone.

"heeseung." you whisper. his eyes widened.

"(name)." you dropped the bags and just left. their front door slamming shut. the three boys that were in the living room went to inspect the noise. they saw heeseung standing there with the bags you had left.

“oi, hyung. thanks for the snacks!” jake happily picks up the bag from the ground.

“I didn’t buy these.” heeseung says.

“then who bought it?” sunoo asks.

“(name), came by. I assumed to see ni-ki but she ran out the moment I saw her. she dropped these though.”

it didn’t click in ni-ki’s just yet but jake’s jaw drops. both sunoo and jake stared at each other and then ni-ki.

“ni-ki, I think she heard what you said.” ni-ki tenses up.

“what did he say?” heeseung tilts his head.

“i called her clingy.” ni-ki whispers. heeseung gasps.

“ni-ki, I think it’s best you go find her right now and apologise to her.”

ni-ki grabs his phone and wallet, “already thought about doing so.” he quickly bolts out of the dorms.

as for you, you were busy walking around the park. it was beautiful at night. the ducks swimming in the pond-

ah you were thinking about your boyfriend again. you sighed, did he really love you or were you really the problem? were you that clingy just like ni-ki mentioned?

you settled onto the bench and kicked a pebble that was just beneath your feet. maybe, you were just a bad girlfriend. should you distant yourself from him to give him the space he needs?

“babe.” the sound of his voice pulls you out of your trance. he walks closer and wipes the tear that stained your cheeks. you didn’t even know you were crying.

you grabbed ni-ki’s hand and pulled it away from your face. ni-ki’s heart races.

“i’m sorry about I said back then. i shouldn’t have said you were clingy, I love it when you’re clingy and you show affection. i just-”

“are you tired of me?” you looked straight into his eyes. you could tell he was shocked.

“no. never.”

“do I make you disgusted when I act all clingy?”

“(name)…”

“do I?”

“not at all.”

you nod. ni-ki pulls you into a hug.

“i’m sorry I said those things before. I let my mouth run quicker than my mind could even process what i said. I really do love your cuddles and hugs.”

“really?”

ni-ki pecks your lips, “really.” he leaves a small peck on your nose. you smiled a little. ni-ki wipes the tears that were still wet on your cheeks.

“my pretty girl.” he says. you blushed at his words and hid your face on his chest. ni-ki chuckles.

that night, ni-ki continues to let out a string of apologies along with tons of kisses and hugs. you knew that you and ni-ki could work this out because that is what being in a relationship is like.

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daisies-daydreams · 7 months

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💀 I think I’m a fiend atp. OKAY SO. Miguel O’Hara with..obviously a big girl 😭 so basically she doesn’t know the hold she has over Miguel..like..she doesn’t know what she does to him. Usually he’s so uptight and believes his word is absolute, but around her it’s like he’s a puppy. Follows every (maybe not EVERY but you get it) word and helps out when asked. He doesn’t do this with anyone else. So let’s just say he comes home heavily bruised and very tired and obvi we are concerned about him so we coddle him. He just smooshes his head between her breasts and his hands go everywhere, massaging and gripping to ease his mind. He just melts and we hold him close 🤭 PERSONALLY it can have smut but I really don’t know what the smut would be about BUT if you have an idea feel free to like write that shit down 😭😭🫶 your smut is the best ngl

Spoil You (Miguel O’Hara x F!Plus-Sized!Reader)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Plus-Sized!F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Swearing, Descriptions of Bruises/Injuries, Marshmallow Hell, Touch Starved Miguel, Oral Sex (69) Word Count: TBA

A/N: Hello hello! Thank you so much for your sweet comment about my writing. 🫶 This is a request after my own heart fr. I wasn't really sure what kind of smut to write…but who doesn’t enjoy a good meal after a hard day’s work? 🥴

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Miguel lumbered through the glowing, hexagonal portal. His whole body ached, each bone and muscle groaning as he collapsed on his couch with a heavy sigh. He winced when he felt the bruises all over his body throb and swell.

“Miguel?” you called from the bedroom. He perked his head up.

“Sí, I’m home,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. You rounded the corner, only to giggle.

“Miguel? Why are you still wearing your suit?” you asked with a bubbly voice. His heart nearly stopped when you slipped your hand into his, squeezing it a little. He hissed between gritted teeth and flinched away. Your smile fell.

“Did you get hurt?” you asked. Miguel remained silent for a few moments.

“A little bit,” he muttered. His eyes widened as you brought your hand up to cup his covered cheek.

“Miguel, let me see,” you said with a soft yet stern tone. Miguel swallowed as he shook his head.

“Bebé, it’s late. You need to get some sleep-don’t worry about me,” he tried to reassure you. You slid your thumb along his cheek and shook your head.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said with a firm nod. Miguel smiled a little at your stubbornness, though he felt guilt creep back into the space inside his chest. With a heavy exhale, he slowly let this mask fade away. Your breath audibly hitched when you saw his swollen black eye and bruised jaw. You inspected his face, carefully tilting it side to side before letting your hand fall back into his.

“Did you go get checked out?” you asked. He nodded.

“Yeah, they told me to come home and rest,” Miguel shrugged. You hummed as you gently stroked over his knuckles with your thumb.

“Well…I’m all ready for bed. Why don’t we relax together?” you suggested with a purr. Miguel cracked a wry smile as he snaked his hand around and pinched your asscheek. “Miguel!” you gasped. He chuckled before squeezing your hand and kissing your temple.

“Let’s head to the bedroom, then,” he whispered. Miguel was mesmerized by the way your body bounced as you led him to the room, your hips surely swaying side to side on purpose. You gazed at him with a soft smile before slipping onto the bed and patting your chest.

“Come on, Papi,” you giggled as you smoothed your hands over your breasts. Miguel licked his lips.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he smirked before carefully crawling on top of you. His features softened as he pressed his lips to yours, his muscles relaxing as he felt the soft warmth of your mouth. Miguel sighed as he slotted his hips over yours, smiling as he heard you squeak below him. It felt like an eternity before he pulled back. You parted your lips before he suddenly buried his face into your tits.

“Miguel!” you laughed as he shoved his nose deep into your cleavage. A low rumble rose from his chest as he nuzzled his face against your plush mounds, his greedy hands fondling your love handles. He remained between your breasts before slowly tilting his head to the side.

"I've missed you so much, cariño," he confessed. He heard your heartbeat quicken as you rested your hand over his dark, messy locks.

"I missed you, too, big bear," you smiled before kissing the crown of his head. Miguel grunted, the warmth of your plush tits making him sigh, his muscles relaxing with each breath. “Do you want to take a bath?” you asked as you brushed your hand through his hair. Miguel slowly shook his head, making you giggle when he groaned against your breasts. “Wanna just stay like this?” you inquired. He nodded as his hands remained on your waist.

You gasped when you felt his fingers brush down your upper thighs. Miguel flared his nostrils against your cleavage as his suit began to fade away. He heard your breath stutter as more and more of his skin became exposed, his naked chest resting against your stomach as he nipped at the top of your shirt.

“Mmm, muñeca,” Miguel purred as his cock twitched between his muscular thighs [doll]. You swallowed as he squeezed your waist, his pupils dilating as he swiped his tongue over the crevice between your breasts.

“M-Miguel,” you gasped as your hands found purchase on his shoulders. Miguel hissed when you accidentally squeezed a sore spot, pain instantly shooting through his upper body. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you said before withdrawing your hands. The hulking man simply pouted at your lack of touch.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Miguel smiled softly before tilting your head up. He raised one of his thick brows as he saw a familiar light in your eye.

“What’s on your mind, hermosa?” Miguel whispered as he rubbed slow, small circles on your hips. You shifted your shoulders a little, nearly squishing his lips between your tits.

“I was thinking…maybe you could lie down and let me take care of you tonight,” you murmured before tugging your shirt down. Miguel froze when he felt your breasts spill out from your clothes, your tits jiggling as they sprang free. His cock twitched as he licked his lips.

“Hm, and what did you have in mind?” he smirked. You bit your bottom lip again before shifting beneath him.

“You’re just going to have to trust me,” you whispered before pecking his cheek. Miguel felt warmth spread from head to toe as he slowly pushed himself up.

“Then by all means, lead the way,” he said as he made room for you to switch places. Your features brightened almost instantly as you slipped off the bed. Miguel watched with hungry eyes as you wiggled out of your clothes, revealing your curvaceous form. You glanced at him, chest rising and falling as you slung one of your legs over his sharp waist. A lump formed in his throat as you arched your back, your round, voluptuous ass shaking against his abs.

“Que lindo culo, Mami,” Miguel husked before taking two handfuls of your bum into his palms [Such a cute ass, Mommy]. You mewled as he played with your cheeks, his cock growing harder with each pull, squeeze and tug of your soft ass. He groaned as he felt you slowly rock your hips, spreading your slick against his taut lower stomach.

“Mmm, bebé, por fa-I haven’t tasted you in so long,” Miguel swallows thickly [baby, please]. You released a shaky breath as he slid his thumbs over the globes of your ass, his tongue feeling dry and cracked without the taste of your sweet nectar. “Please, cariño. Tengo sed,” he uttered with a shaky breath [honey; I’m thirsty].

“B-But Miguel, what if I-“ you moaned when he reached an arm around your waist, his hand finding your clit as on instinct. A wave of heat rushed over his body as he circled his finger around your puffy button.

“I don’t care. I’m already bruised and battered…what better way for me to go out than eating my favorite meal, hm?” Miguel hummed as he playfully pinched your clit. Even more blood rushed to his cock when he felt your pussy gush against his stomach, your slick coating his v-lines as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Papi,” you whined as Miguel circled your clit a little faster. He chuckled as your ass slid closer to his face.

“Sí conejita…give me this sweet pussy of yours while you suck my cock,” Miguel growled, his broad chest rising and falling as you ground your drooling sex against his stomach [Yes bunny]. His heart fluttered as he watched you shift on top of him, your thighs slotting around his head as you lowered your lips. He grunted against your drenched slit as you puffed a breath of hot air against his cock. Miguel slid his hands to cup your ass as he flicked his tongue out, drawing a gasp from you. He kneaded the flesh of your bum as he suddenly shoved your hips against his face, his tongue fully submerged within your folds as he moved his head side to side.

“M-Micky!” you cried out as he flattened his tongue over your labia. He smirked against your warm cunt, his wet muscle yearning to dive inside your pulsating walls. Miguel flinched when he felt your soft lips press against the head of his flush dick. He nearly hiccuped as he felt your juices flood his mouth.

Miguel closed his eyes as you wrapped your mouth around his tip, suckling on it gingerly like a lollipop. You squealed when he grabbed your ass and squeezed it harshly. You suddenly sank down on his shaft, the feeling of your wet inner cheeks stretching to accommodate his size causing him to release a loud moan. He just barely bucked his hips forward as you pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he thought as you ground your hips against his face, smearing your arousal across his chin as he slurped and lapped at your dripping sex. He opened his mouth and enveloped his lips against your pretty folds as you began to bob your head up and down his length, the tip of his heavy cock gently tapping against the back of your throat.

Both of you moaned as the lewd, wet sounds of your mixed pleasures cascaded through the small bedroom.

“So sweet,” Miguel thought as he licked a bold stripe up and down your cunt. He parted for a brief moment before diving back in as if the intoxicating taste of your pussy was more important than air itself. He relished in the way your drool dripped down his shaft with every bob of your head, your spit dribbling down to coat one of your hands at the base of his shaft.

He shivered when you moaned around his dick as he traced a plethora of quick, sloppy “I-L-Y’s” along your slit. He could feel your entrance pucker against his lips before he slowly prodded at it with the tip of his tongue.

“Mph,” you groaned, the vibrations of your little sounds of pleasure making his cock pulse between your cheeks. Miguel grinned before he let his wet muscle sink inside your juicy hole. Your lover squeezed your supple flesh as you rocked his hips against his face, your engorged clit rubbing against his chin as he pumped his tongue along your gummy walls. He couldn’t help the way his hips twitched and thrusted into your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks, the knot in his lower belly growing tighter and tighter.

“Mi corázon-sabes deliciosa,” the thought repeated like a broken record as he curled his tongue inside your delicious cunt [My heart-you taste delicious]. He moaned as he heard you gag a little, his cock now lodged inside your tight throat as he sharply thrusted into your mouth, his balls slapping up and down as you whined. He could only imagine the pretty sight of your lips straining around his girth, but the image was quickly lost when you suddenly squeezed his testicles in your warm hand.

His eyes rolled back as his hips snapped up, pleasure ripping through his exhausted body as he moaned. His cock twitched as he emptied down your throat, coating your esophagus and mouth with thick ropes of his hot, sticky cum. Everything felt so clear and fuzzy at the same time as he gently rocked his hips, his body overwhelmed with pure bliss.

Miguel sighed against your sex as he floated back down from his high. He grunted as you slowly pulled yourself off of his thick, meaty rod, his softening cock slipping past your lips as a bead of cum swelled over his slit. He squeezed your waist when you audibly swallowed his spend, the sound echoing inside his mind. He felt your smile as you kissed his lip, your tongue swiping over his slit with a small, wet kitten lick. He smirked before gently dragging his tongue along your gummy walls, savoring the grip your pussy had on his thick muscle.

“M-Miguel,” you gasped, your voice slightly hoarse as your thighs shook around his head. Miguel chuckle, the sound making your walls flutter around his tongue as he swirled, thrusted and lapped inside your hole. You cried and rolled your hips, your pussy squelching as Miguel quickened his movements.

“Papi, f-fuck!” you sobbed. Miguel groaned as he felt your soft body grind against his, your ass jiggling just above him as he devoured your cunt. He grinned against your slit before suddenly making a loud slurping sound. He patted his lips as you stiffened above him, a wave of your cum flooding his mouth as your walls gripped and convulsed around his tongue.

Miguel rubbed his hands up and down your curvy hips and ass as you rode on his face, your sweet juices coating his tastebuds as you moaned and whined above him. You rocked your hips a few more times before your walls loosened around his muscle, your thighs still shaking as you took a deep, shaky breath. Miguel pulled out with a slick “pop” before kissing your drenched cunt.

“Thank you for the delicious meal, hermosa,” your lover purred as he patted your ass. You whimpered above him before slowly turning around. Miguel felt his cheeks glow with heat when he saw your fucked out face-eyes half-lidded, lips swollen and parted. He smiled as you gently laid yourself on top of him, your breasts flush against his as he kissed the top of your head.

“Why don’t we take that bath you suggested earlier, hm?” he suggested with a whisper. You smiled against his clavicle as you shifted your gaze.

“I’d love that,” you smiled warmly.

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scenezfreak · 11 months

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ooo jeff with an inexperienced (heavily implied virgin) reader. little to no knowledge on how relationships work let alone knowledge on sex. so of course jeff is gonna use this to his advantage, teach her that it is normal for him to randomly grope at her whenever he pleases, how it’s normal for him to stuff his cock into her while she’s sleeping without her consent or knowledge because whatever she says doesn’t matter and a good doll would let him do what he wants because you want to make him happy right? you dont wanna see jeff when he gets mad do you? he only treats you roughly and with mean words because he loves you. so just go back to sleep and let him fill you up okay? he’ll clean the bloody handprints his hands left behind on your body later (no he wont) ♡

IM FR GONNA START FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

Be a good, doll

Warnings: Blood, gaslighting, virgin!reader

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

You woke up to hands roaming all over your body, you looked up and saw it was jeff. “Jeff..?” You said sleepily and rubbed your eyes. “Shh doll, it’s ok” he whispered. “What are you doing?” You gasped when you saw you were naked, bare cunt on display and blood all over you. His hands only spread more blood around your body. “I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise” he then stuffed 2 of his fingers into your cunt. You let out a whimper and your hand shot up to grip his hoodie. “T-this feels weird” you said, staring at his hand, his fingers disappearing inside of you.

He shushed you and laid you back, “Stop Jeff..” you said weakly, his fingers only sped up inside of you, “You don’t want to make me mad do you, doll?” You shook your head and he took his fingers out, unbuckling his belt, freeing his cock. “Gonna make you feel real good, yea?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he slid in slowly. You whined in pain, “wait it hur-“ you were cut off by him thrusting into you. You let out a moan and your hands gripped the sheets. Using his hands to spread the blood from his recent kill all over you, coating you in blood. He saw your worry and said, “I’ll clean it, don’t worry” he pulled out and thrusted back in.

You moaned out, your eyes rolling back as he hit the right spot inside of you. He laughed at how pathetic you looked, the sight of you covered him blood made his cock twitch inside of you as he thrusted in deeper. “Filthy little thing, you were just asking for me to fuck you while you slept.” He spat out when he leaned in close to your ear, you shook your head. “Stop- I don’t like this Jeff-“ he cut you off with a harsh thrust, his bloody hands coming up to grab your throat, squeezing hard. “But what about me? You want to make me feel good, right?” He said with a fake sad tone, still thrusting into you.

“I do want to make you feel good..” you said, moaning. “Then keep your legs open for me, whore” he continued to thrust harder, the smell from you and him smelled like iron, blood coating both of your bodies, getting it on your just washed sheets. A pressure started to build up in your core, you wrapped your bloody legs around Jeff’s hips, you giving into him so easily made him shiver with excitement. “See? You really do want this” he said with a grunt. One particular thrust made you come undone, cumming on his cock that was covered in your blood from him taking your virginity.

He laughed, “You’re fully mine now, doll, I’ll never let you leave.” He said as he came inside of you, making sure to fuck his cum deep inside of your before he started thrusting again. You were exhausted, trying to push him away. “I j’s need to use you, you can sleep, it’s ok” he hushed you and pushed your arms away and he continued thrusting. “I’m gonna use you until I can’t cum anymore.”

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #jeff the killer smut #smut

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fairyofshampgyu · 8 months

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i love himbo ! gyu so much tbh like it's brainrotting me ngl 💔

I ONLY JUST SAW THIS NOW FOR SOME REASON SORRY BUT OMFG YES HIMBO GYU 😩😩😩 I think about him all the time especially after your himbo gyu headcanons you really brainrotted me hard 😪 everything you said was so true bro ‼️No but that picture you used as your header always reminded me of frat boy himbo gyu as well like !!😩 so now i think we need to talk about himbo gyu more or I’ll explode.

Okay but also look at these pictures like he also looks like a frat boy himbo here hsfhfjdh

Anyway himbo ! gyu being so damn obvious with his crush on you whilst thinking he’s subtle but every time you’re in the room he’s staring at you like a hawk and not paying attention to a single thing his friends are saying, his friends asking him a question but he’s completely zoned out daydreaming of you lmao and yet he’s also so oblivious to your crush on him somehow when you’ve been straight out FLIRTING w him he just doesn’t seem to get it 😭

Gyu when you guys finally start dating being the clingiest bf ever he’s literally like a golden retriever or a lovesick puppy for you like he’s so down bad and once he’s finally forced you to cuddle him at the most unconventional times, he literally will not let you leave him for hours whining so loudly if you let go 🙄🙄

Complaining when you do work and never doing his own, luring you in by promising ‘study dates’ and that he will fr study this time but he won’t shut up talking about random shit and distracts you sm and asks for like 50 kisses 15 minutes into the session

ALSO HES SUCH A PERVVV and he’s such a thigh and ass man omg he will not leave them alone but bc he’s so dumb for them, you can use it to your advantage and tease him so bad 😌 like one time he’s just walking on campus and you run up to him and hug him and say hi then do a little twirl in a extremely short skirt or revealing outfit and bro has already malfunctioned and gotten hard 😪 begging you both to just skip class and go back to your dorm to which you dramatically gasp at like “you’re such a perv beomgyu omg.. !🫢😰🤨🤨 I’m just wearing a cute nice innocent outfit tf”

When that was literally your devious 😈 plan all along LMFAO TO TORTURE HIM AND GO CRAZY OVER YOU

He’s begging and pleading so bad but you force him to go to his class and he’s texting you in his class as soon as he’s in there saying he can’t focus bc all he can think of is you but he never focuses in class anyway 🙄

So you send him a few innocent pics in his lecture 🤭… maybe of your skirt ridden up a bit, plush thighs on full display and your panties

HE GOES INSANE, sending you keyboard smashes and saying he’s “fr DYING rnaBAJFKDJ<$*) STOP DONT DO THIS TO ME Y/N HSJFJ IM GOING TO DIE AND EXPLODE” he’s literally so painfully hard in his lecture lmfao but you tell him to pay attention

When his class finally ends he practically pounces on you dragging you to his dorm 😭 and now you’ll have to care of the mess you made of him, fucking your baby so dumb <3

Beomie’s got a big cock but dumb baby doesn’t know how to use it himself you have to help him :( so pretty but can’t use his pretty little head of his all the time

Call him a dumb puppy and he’ll literally whimper and cum in his pants right there he loves it sm, pull on your dumb puppy’s hair as well

Yes, he’s a bit ditzy but he’s def not dumb when it comes to eating you out though like you said, he could literally stay there forever and he’s so pussy drunk for u, pretty lips and tongue so good at fucking you and sucking your clit, big dumb pretty eyes looking up at you, he’s always begging you to sit on his face like he loves eating you out whilst you sit on his face and gripping on your plush thighs as he whimpers and whines underneath you it’s literally his favourite thing

Pretty but no brains or maybe he just puts the act on a lot more just bc he knows how much you like it and go crazy when he doesn’t know what to do and looks at you with his dumb puppy eyes, he’ll use it to his advantage as well to get what he wants, he’s still a major spoilt brat 😒

#moots <3 #tbh idk what this is 💀💀#JUST WE NEED MORE SUB HIMBO GYU #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #choi beomgyu smut #txt smut #sub beomgyu

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I Kissed the President (Part 2) | Jung Jaehyun

Summary: You're an undercover journalist digging for dirt on billionaire Jung Jaehyun. You'd do anything to get the story. Even fuck him... But what happens when he finds out you're lying?

Genre: Smut, angst, drama

Word Count: 1.5k

Part 1 | Part 2 ❤️ | Part 3

The idea of seeing you again makes Jaehyun feel a little hot. And not just in a good way. Kind of sweaty. Nervous, almost.

You vowed to never go back to Jaehyun – but your editor said that if you couldn’t get this story, you ‘shouldn’t come back at all’.

So, three nights later, you go back to Jaehyun’s house. You’re wearing an outrageous black lace dress that ‘highlights your boobs’ (in Giselle’s words).

A full-on limousine idles in front of Jaehyun’s house.

Jaehyun slouches stylishly in the back seat, offering you a glass of champagne. “More tea, vicar?”

You can’t stop smiling.

Jaehyun’s wealth should disgust you, but it secretly impresses you. He looks offensively good in a black three-piece suit, his fringe falling into his forehead.

He treats you to a five-course meal in a skyscraper. The restaurant… is empty.

“I asked them to keep our little date quiet,” Jaehyun murmurs. “Journalists, am I right?”

You stifle a gasp. If only he knew.

A while later, you are in a designer clothing shop, resting your heads on your elbows. Your eyes burn into each other’s.

A gorgeous three thousand dollar Chanel dress lies between you – one that you made the mistake of glancing at.

“Get me to change my mind on one of my policies and the dress is yours,” he challenges.

“Easy,” you say. “Stop cutting immigration. Instead, let qualified people from abroad enter the country. The economy will boom.”

Jaehyun clears his throat uncomfortably. “Well… I hadn’t thought of that.” He eyes the dress. “If I didn’t know how sexy you would look in this dress, I would be annoyed. It is very expensive.”

Later, you and Jaehyun walk arm in arm along the banks of the Han River. Dangerously, the dress makes you feel like you are Asha… like you could do anything.

Jaehyun smiles arrogantly down at you. “Did my date impress you?” He sighs. “Why even ask? Of course, you’re impressed.”

You curl your lip. “You’re a little rich boy who showered his family’s money on me. That doesn’t take talent.”

His face hardens. “Stop calling me that.”

“What?” you say.

“A rich boy. I’m not who you think I am.” His voice drops. “My father, who you love talking about, isn’t even my father.”

Your heart speeds up. This is the story you’ve been looking for.

“What do you mean?” you ask, keeping your voice steady.

Jaehyun continues, “I’m an orphan. He picked me up from the streets when I was ten. Trust me, if he had any child of his own, they would be running the party.”

You gasp.

He smiles bitterly. “Poverty? I know it.”

You should be thrilled – this is enough to bring Jaehyun’s campaign down. But instead, all you want is for that pained look to leave his eyes.

Just then, a strange memory surfaces in your mind. You frown.

Jaehyun smiles sadly. “Now you remember.”

And then it comes back to you. Almost twenty years ago, your mum sent you to the laundrette… when you saw a boy with large brown eyes and dimples, sitting on a huge box of Ultra Clean laundry detergent, grinning at you. You gave him your last coin.

In delight, you clasp the sides of Jaehyun’s face, beaming up at him. You always wondered what that boy would be like when he grew up… how handsome he would be. You could barely believe that the boy was Jaehyun.

Jaehyun kisses you. And you like it. Far too much. You kiss him back, pulling his body as close to you as is humanly possible. He feels delicious against you. You feel his hardness against every inch of your skin.

You try to see him as the spoilt airhead the way you used to. You try to stop yourself from caring about him. But you fail – Jaehyun has changed for you. Or maybe, you two were never that different in the first place.

You pull away…

Removed from the intoxicating influence of his lips, you are confused. Jaehyun, if he likes you at all, does not like you. He likes Asha.

The thought makes you stiffen.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you walk away, hoping the chill night air will bring you clarity.

“Asha,” he calls. “Leaving so soon? That’s classy.”

But his joke does not make you laugh. You know where you have to go.

---

The office of the Daily Herald is empty.

Every time you try to write the news story that will bring Jaehyun’s campaign down, you get distracted.

You see Jaehyun’s blazing eyes as he confessed to you. You feel his lips on your lips. You remember the grin of the boy at the laundrette so many years ago. And the words won’t come.

You take a deep breath. This article will save your career. As for you and Jaehyun… well, there is no you and Jaehyun.

You plug in your headphones and, though your stomach is twisting, you begin to write.

Jaehyun Jung is the darling of the people. However, even he has his share of dirty secrets…

When you are done, you feel disgusted by your article. It’s a cheap shot. You’re not attacking Jaehyun’s policies – you’re attacking him for being working class. And, a little voice says, you’re hurting him.

You decide that you will never publish this article. If you lose your job, so be it.

When you see the time, you freak out. You need to get home.

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The next morning, you are awoken by a rapid pinging noise.

You have 7 missed calls from Giselle, followed by a message that says, TURN ON THE TV.

…is not, in fact, former President Jung’s son…

…orphan, picked up off the street…

…election campaign thrown off the rails…

The newsreader lifts up a copy of the Daily Herald – with your article front and centre.

How did they get that? You never submitted the article! You look for your laptop… then realise that you left it in the office last night.

You feel sick.

You have only one message from Jaehyun.

‘I trusted you.’

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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year

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cy i have so many ideas its crazy 😭😭

when i was in high school i hated my chemistry classes 💀💀but now when i think about it... yk in some classrooms especially where biology and chemistry classes are held there is a small room attached to them like a storeroom? where they have all the equipment and supplies ? lmao this is already so long but i just needed to describe it, it gets better i promise

so like yesterday i randomly remembered one of my chemistry classes and suddenly i thought abt soob in those glasses like you know, the black ones ..him in a doctor's coat and..the other students are in class totally unaware of what two new teachers are doing in the storeroom😋😋damn just,, making out w him all while having ur knee between his crotch?? ordering him to be quiet or else everyone will find out what a slut their new chem teacher is (he'd secretly love it, we all know the boy is a slut for degradation and humiliation)😔he'd whimper soso much he wants more and he needs more, he's so riled up,, practically drooling but the fact that he can't have u fuck the brains out of him now makes him practically cry and beg to stop,, the pleasure is too much to handle☹️☹️(u could literally swear at him😭😭i bet he'd let out a couple of moans at that😴)

PLS THIS IS SO LONG,,,i couldn't stop myself cause begging soob>> idk whats gotten into me lately but ig i have a tiny thing for exhibitionism?😩😩no but fr its so hot?

p.s. im glaad ur here for the weekend 😭😭i'll patiently wait for ur official comeback ❣️

i saw this right when i woke up...and jesus, i love you so, so much because😵‍💫😵‍💫

are you, by chance talking abt this soob?...

him in a white lab coat😵‍💫😵‍💫

okay, okay

class started 10 minutes ago. the students are confused, checking the time, emailing their two new teachers to the class, some are even straight-up leaving, muttering about a waste of time

most stay, wondering if they just forgot or got stuff in traffic or something else

completely unaware to the fact that in the little storage closet off to the side of the room...

their pretty professor is shoved up against the wall, pinned with his arms beside his head, lip tugged between his teeth, panting and whining as he grinds down on your knee.

god, he's so needy, trying to quietly beg for more, gasping at the feeling of your teeth grazing his neck

"y'know, this isn't very professional professor choi," you start, pulling away, too composed when all he can do is let out the neediest little mewl, trying to reach his high while tears form in his eyes.

"d-don't care!" he tries to pull his hands away, cup himself and get the stimulation you're just barely giving him but your grip is iron strong, smile all too teasing and all too mean. "just m-make me feel good! please, wan', wan' you to fuck me!"

you press your thigh up against him hard. "right when all of our students are just outside, huh? want them to know that their professor is in here getting fucked like a slut?"

the moan he lets out is nothing less than completely ruined and very, very loud, reverberating through the small room in a way that would've been so hot if not where you were

his hand is free suddenly, as you slap a hand over his mouth, his eyes going wide. "shut up, you slut," you hiss,

the tears fall and you can feel drool building up behind your hand, he can't help himself, his head going on overdrive, his free hand gripping the bottom of your leg, fucking himself desperately against it.

"please, please, please," he whimpers, words garbled against your hand. "more, need more!"

#inbox💌#soobin smut #sub soobin #sub!soobin #txt smut #sub txt #sub!txt #hard thoughts #txt hard thoughts #dom reader #dom!reader #d7dream<3 #ideas👀

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whxre-bxby · 1 year

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I just finished reading your fic "Cursed By Blue" (AND IM SO IN LOVE, fr marry me 💍) and i was hoping you could make a different version but with Ja and Prager?

I KNEW this was coming LMAO (let's go on a honeymoon) here you go <3

"Cursed By Blue" 2.0

f. Recom Y/N x Recom Prager x Recom Ja

(I can't find a gif of Ja) heartbreak hotel

"Cursed By Blue"1. Masterlist

Summary: The recom team is out on another mission, exploring the woods in search of Sully. However, the ladies become inconvenienced by a certain seasonal feeling they didn’t expect. It hits Y/n the hardest and it’s not long before the others understand what’s happening. While everyone fights their instincts, the only option Y/N sees available is to run.

WARNINGS: SMUT, force with consent, predator/prey, heat fucking, heat cycles, penetration, unprotected sex, breeding kink, quickie, Z-Dog absolutely destroying everyone

Word Count: 4555

We were nearing the weekend. Not that that affected us. Lyle told me it was Friday today and I was surprised because I had completely lost track of time. But it didn’t really matter what day it was because we didn’t get time off anyway. Finding Jake was our number one priority and no breaks other than sleep were allowed.

So here we were again, walking deeper into the forest of Pandora. It had just passed lunch time and we were here since early morning.

No one was tired though, not yet. We weren’t allowed to be either.

Today also happened to be warmer than usual so I wasn't wearing my usual long-sleeved attire and pants. I dressed like Walker usually did, in a sports bra and shorts. She and Z-Dog decided to wear tank tops like most of the others.

The forest grew quieter the more we distanced ourselves from the RDA base and the city. Soon, we could only hear the wind blowing between the leaves and the distant calls of animals. That and our heavy footsteps.

The Colonel and Lyle started the day off by leading us into the woods. As the hours passed by, the line mixed since everyone had a different walking pace and now it was Z-Dog and me leading at the front. Walker was close behind.

I had been excessively drinking for the last 30-45 minutes and I wasn’t sure why. Z-Dog glanced over at me when she saw me reach for another water bottle.

“That’s your third one already. Are you okay”? She asks, watching me gulp it down. I swallow most of the water and inhale sharply, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“I don’t know.” I say, gasping for air. “Maybe I’m dehydrated?”

“Don’t think so, we always drink the same amount and I’m fine.” Z-Dog says. We continue walking for a while longer in silence, thinking. Then Z reaches for her water and starts drinking it like she’s been running.

I laugh a little but seeing her drink made me feel thirsty again.

I reach for my water only to notice I have a few drops left. I down the remaining liquid and hold the bottle to my head. It seemed to be getting really warm.

Turning around, I open my mouth and want to say something to Walker only to see her finishing her own bottle of water. I look behind me fully and no one else is drinking.

“What. The. Fuck.” I say, feeling genuinely confused. Walker looks up at me with water drizzling down her chin and Z turns around.

I wheeze and Z laughs and we wait for Walker to catch up so we can walk together.

“Do you have any water left?” I ask her, knowing we at the front drank ours.

“No, that was my last bottle.” she says and I notice how heavy my breathing is becoming.

“Wait, you ran out too?” she asks and Z-Dog scoffs.

“Yeah, been drinkin’ like we ran a marathon.” she says and I nod.

“I’ll ask the others.” I say before turning around and seeing Mansk behind me.

“Can I have some of your water?” I ask, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. Compared to us, Mansk is not sweating at all. He’s wearing his usual long-sleeved jacket over his tank top.

The man glances up at me and his eyebrows furrow for a split second before he nods and hands one of his bottles over.

“You ran out already?” he asks while I open it and drink about half.

I wipe my mouth again, closing my eyes for a second and nodding. “Yeah.” I breathe out. “Thanks.” I say, handing it back to him.

“Y’ alright?” he asks again taking the bottle back and I nod, not thinking much of it. Mansk doesn’t seem convinced.

Ja overheard our conversation and sped up his walk to catch up to us. When Mansk noticed his presence he seemed a little relieved.

“Is she okay?” he asks his colleague. Ja was the medic of the group so he would know. He took a glance at me and also thought of what I suggested.

“Did you drink enough?” he asks me and I nod.

“Yeah, I drank all my water and some of Mansk’s.” I scoff, wiping sweat from my forehead again.

Ja presses the back of his hand against my cheek and then my forehead.

“Shit, you’re burning up.” he said, scanning over me.

I was feeling extremely warm. My skin felt like it was burning and my clothes suddenly felt tight and restrictive.

In front of us, Z-Dog and Walker are discussing something.

Ja felt up my arm and checked my pulse while we were walking and Mansk stayed on my other side in case I was in fact not okay.

“Yeah, somethin’s definitely not right.” Ja announces to us, not quite sure how to help me. Mansk has his eyebrows furrowed, examining my behaviour.

“They have it too.” I say, pointing at Z-Dog and Walker who now turn around. Walker is grimacing a little and Z looks worried.

Mansk’s and Ja’s heads look up at them and they notice that they are breathing heavily and sweating just like me. Ja also takes note of the empty bottles in their hands.

“Everthin’ okay up there?” the Colonel calls. It seems as though the others have noticed the small commotion and the medical check-up.

Ja turns around, rubbing the back of his head.

“Uh- no sir not really.” he calls back, stopping in his tracks to wait for Quaritch so that he can explain. Mansk and I keep walking and he watches me intently as I break out into a type of pant. My ears are pinned back and my tail is wildly flicking around behind me. My eyelids also happen to suddenly grow heavy and I keep them half-lidded.

What snaps me out of my haze is Z calling my name.

“Hey, Y/N come over here for a sec.” she says, turning around. Walker is running her hand down her face in what looks like frustration.

I nod, jogging over and leaving Mansk behind. He’s still watching me, trying to make sense of what’s happening.

Neither Z nor Walker looks like they feel like joking around anymore.

“Have you read the manual?” she asks and it takes me a few seconds to realise she means the Na’vi Body data.

“Yeah, of course, we had to.” I say, trying to play it cool. She raises an eyebrow and I sigh.

“I stopped once I reached the shit about plants. It got boring.” I say and she nods, knowing damn well she didn’t read further than that either.

“Walker read it, and it said somethin’ ‘bout a heat cycle.” Z says and I glance at Walker.

“Yeah… we’re not dehydrated. I remember the symptoms. It’s happening right now.” Walker says, scanning my reddened face.

“Does it burn?” Z asks and my ears perk forward for once, being relieved from the tense strain I kept them in the past half hour.

“Everything burns.” I say.

“You know what I mean.” she adds and I groan in frustration too.

“Yeah.” I mumble. I can’t deny the heat that’s been forming between my legs. I tried ignoring it but it grew worse.

“Do you feel, like-” Z says, gasping for air herself. “...uncontrollably horny?” she asks with a light laugh and Walker smirks.

I have no shame admitting anything in front of them so I chuckle and answer. “More like painfully horny.”

They laugh a little, struggling to even out their breathing.

“We need to distance ourselves from them.” Walker says, glancing over her shoulder. “Especially you Y/N you seem to have it bad.” she chuckles, motioning to my panting self. “Otherwise we’re done for and this squad will no longer be as professional.”

My eyes widen. “Wait- you’re joking right? It’ll go away like tomorrow. How would they know about this if we don’t tell them?” I ask and Walker opens her mouth to answer but before she can, my answer is handed to me differently.

“You smell that?” someone says behind us. My heart stops pounding for a second. Right our new senses have us picking up more.

“These cursed blue bitches.” I swear and Z breathily laughs, seeming to know how screwed we are. She’s passed the stage of denial and is now accepting our fate.

We turn around and notice that Lyle was talking to Prager. Prager nodded and they stopped walking. Mansk had also stopped in his tracks, turning to them. Behind them, Ja, Quaritch, Brown, Lopez and the remaining team catch up and everyone comes to a halt.

Quaritch walks between them and deeply inhales. He looks around, noticing how his soldiers are smelling what he is too.

I feel my heart slowly drop and I hold on to Z-Dog for some comfort. All three of us are watching them, dreading their reaction.

“What is it?” Lopez asks.

“No idea, but it’s fuckin’ great.” Lyle chuckles and my breath catches in my throat.

It seems to affect them too. As Lyle inhales, his own tail is swishing around behind him and his muscles flex. He’s growing restless and the recom’s are looking at their Colonel for an answer or instructions.

My heart seems to stop beating when I see Ja turn to me. Prager’s gaze meets mine as well and it’s so intimidating which is unlike both of them. They’re watching my every movement and I take a step back, my grip on Z’s arm tightening.

“Oh fuck.” I whisper while barely moving my lips. I feel a little hazy again and start leaning against Z-Dog. She sighs looking more pissed than worried and catches me, trying to keep me upright.

The soldiers follow Ja’s, Prager’s and the Colonel’s eyes and notice us standing a bit further away.

“It ain’t dehydration, I can tell ya that.” Quaritch says, referring to Ja’s hypothesis of what might be happening. Seems like he read the manual too.

The stupid excitement in my stomach has grown so big it’s making me feel sick. And all their eyes on us have me more nervous.

"Do we kill them or ourselves?" Walker asks, not liking any of this.

“Can we leave?” I whisper to Z and she nods, staring down the others as if they would move when she looks away.

“Yeah, come on.” she says, guiding me forwards. I take a wobbly step, almost stumbling.

Walking won’t do it. I have so much adrenaline coursing through my veins I want to run away.

I glance back, noticing everyone’s tense poses. Their eyes follow our every move, making them seem almost predatory. My only instinct now is to run.

Z gives me a push and my legs take off. I start running and hear Walker and Z-Dog do the same behind me. There’s a commotion happening behind them and the next time I glance behind me, everyone is chasing after us.

It was a miserable escape attempt, to be honest. We were already so out of breath compared to them, we really didn’t make it far.

Z caught up to me because she was not affected by the heat as much as me.

Within the next few seconds, I was tackled to the ground, luckily hitting the soft grass. I fall with a shriek and when I look up I see Z-Dog made it a little further but she’s down now too.

I felt bodyweight on my back and a hand wrapped around the back of my neck. I couldn’t move. Z-Dog could and the man that pushed her was getting a beating right now. She wasn’t having any of it.

I cry out, feeling uncomfortable in this position. My chest was pressed into the ground and I was struggling to breathe.

The feeling and the effects of the scent the recom’s picked up had everyone acting on their primal instincts. Most common sense was gone as their new bodies seemed to be overpowered by the will of nature.

The scent had the soldiers feel just as worked up as the heat cycle did. Instinctively, they ran after the ‘potential mate’ they felt most attracted to because that was Eywa’s will.

I couldn’t say anything, I felt completely overwhelmed and somehow, submitting to him felt like the right thing to do. My right mind would never let this happen but I couldn’t think of anything else but finding some relief in this agonising feeling. My body longed for this.

“Shh- it’s alright.” A voice from above me cooed. “Just stop movin’.”

My eyes shoot wide open and I recognise that it’s Ja. His hands found mine, and he held them together behind my back while leaning forward and speaking close to my ear.

Another pair of heavy footsteps come to a halt close to me and I see how a weapon is thrown to the ground on my left.

Ja is straddling me, keeping a knee on my lower back to pin me down while he removes the heavy medical equipment from his back.

I whine and struggle beneath him again but this time his hand catches my jaw, holding my face still and making me look forwards. He leans down, pressing his face against the side of my head.

“I know how to help you, princess. Quit the movin’.” he told me, almost snarling his words.

Next to us I hear a shout of pain and see how Z-Dog has fought a man to the ground. At least she was going to be fine. Ja turns my head away from her, not wanting me to get any ideas from her.

“Fuck- we really doin’ this?” Another person says and I realise Prager is here too.

“Shut up and help me out here.” Ja replies, growing restless and impatient.

The shouting in the distance is increasing and I hear Walker and Z-Dog just demolishing things while the Colonel is yelling and getting angry that equipment is being destroyed.

Both Prager and Ja’s head’s shoot over to the commotion and they exchange looks.

A gunshot suddenly makes me flinch and I want to turn my head to see what the actual fuck is happening but Ja doesn’t let me.

Without hesitating another second, Ja moves off of me and both men hurl me to my feet, quickly dragging me behind a tree. I’m being pulled backwards so I finally get a small glimpse of the action and I notice that something has been set on fire. Looking at what I think are Z-Dog and Walker, I notice how they’ve put the fire between themselves and the others. There was too much going on.

Suddenly I was being pushed down again and I landed on my knees. Prager and Ja had pulled me away from the others just enough to get some type of privacy.

The last thing either of the men wanted was one of the others interfering with you.

I move forwards, staying on my knees but leaning against one of my arms that I now placed on the ground. My free one wrapped around my middle section and I continued to pant. The sensations I felt were so odd. My body seemed to be buzzing and I was overwhelmed.

Prager and Ja were hastily removing their vests and other equipment, knowing they didn’t have all day and they were not going to waste this opportunity.

Footsteps jog over to me and Ja lands on his knees in front of me. I look up and see that his torso is bare. With the current state I’m in I can’t help but stare.

He smirks, cupping my flushed cheek and making me look up at his face.

“That’s right baby, you’ll get what you want.” he said. Since he was a medic, he had to know everything about the Na’vi body and he knew very well what I needed now.

My eyes widen at his words as I can only imagine what he means. He chuckles and looks at his friend.

“Ain’t that right, Prager?”

“Fuckin’ right.” Prager answers and moments later I hear a thud on the ground behind me. He too dropped to his knees and I heard him unbuckling his belt. Ja swiped a strand of hair from my face, brushing it back before smiling. We locked eyes again and he mirrored Prager’s actions, opening and removing his belt with one hand, making me swallow nervously.

“You want this, don’t you baby?” Ja asked, making sure he and Prager were good to go. I nod, letting out another impatient whine while my fingers tug at the waistband of his pants.

Ja chuckles, nodding at Prager before opening his pants. I watch with parted lips, not even noticing the drool leaking down the side of my mouth.

Hands are around my waist and my own pants are being tugged down my legs. Prager pulls them off, throwing them to the side and rubbing over all of the newly exposed skin. He rested his hand on my ass, squeezing the flesh before pulling my panties to the side. His hand wrapped around my tail, lifting it into the air so that my wet cunt was exposed to him.

I shiver when the cool breeze hits my hot skin. Prager hums approvingly, tracing his fingers around my core before sliding his thumb through my folds.

“Y/N?” Prager says from behind me and I look over my shoulder, seeing he discarded his pants. “Ready?” he asks, wanting to make sure I was still okay.

I nod my head, breathily saying ‘yes’ because I was out of breath. To make it clear to him I push my hips back, pressing them right up against him. I feel his bare thighs press up against the back of mine and his now free dick is resting between my ass cheeks.

“Fuckin’ hell…” he curses under his breath and Ja scoffs, wanting some attention too.

I face forwards again, looking up at Ja who pulled his pants halfway down his thighs, revealing his own length to me. My eyes grow wide and I look at him to make sure I can touch him.

He tangles his fingers into the hair on the back of my head, edging me closer to him until my hot breath is hitting his skin.

My tail wraps around Prager’s slim waist, pulling him further into me to encourage him to finally do something. He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Ja’s eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are slightly parted as he watches me and I take the hint. I open my mouth and stick out my saliva-covered tongue, licking around the base of his throbbing erection. His body shudders in excitement while he inhales sharply, tucking in his bottom lip between his teeth.

I smile at him before moving my tongue further up his dick until I reached his tip. It’s where he’s the most sensitive. It’s also the area I will devote most of my attention to.

Prager pulled his hips back a bit, his right hand tightly gripping my waist while his left lined up his pulsing cock with my hole.

Slowly, he pushed his hips forward, watching with lust-darkened eyes how the head of his dick was being engulfed by me.

I close my eyes and moan while keeping my lips attached to Ja’s length. His breathing stuttered unevenly as he felt the vibrations soar through him and then he let his head fall back once my lips wrapped around his tip.

I sucked on it, keeping my ears perked forward to catch every noise he made. He cursed while looking up at the sky, before watching me work my way down him.

I swirled my tongue around his tip and then pushed myself further down. He already hit the back of my mouth but I decided to not stop there because I only had half of him in my mouth.

His fingers tightened in my hair but he didn’t push me down further. Ja let me go at my own pace, he just needed to grab onto something to keep him grounded.

Prager had now pushed all the way in and it immediately felt good. I was finally full. My eyes fluttered closed as I spread my legs further apart for him, arching my back to see if he could go deeper.

He was hypnotised by my inviting movements and realised how my desperate attempts for more made him even harder.

Luckily, Prager didn’t keep me waiting and soon found a steady pace.

I was being nudged forwards with each thrust of Prager’s hips and thereby moved my head up and down Ja’s dick. I inhaled deeply through my nose, closing my eyes to concentrate as I pushed my head down further down him.

Ja’s eyes turned from watching me half-closed to being unable to look away. He was surprised by how much of him you were able to take and it made his dick twitch in your mouth. Fuck, how did he only realise now how perfect you were?

Prager’s hips snap forward more suddenly this time, rocking me further forward so that my nose hits Ja’s abdomen while his dick is down my throat. Ja’s mouth is hanging open and he moans once he bottoms out.

“Holy shit-” he curses through clenched teeth as he fights his body and tries his absolute best not to spill just yet. “Didn’t know you could take it all.” he breathes out, trying to calm his panting. I hum in response, pulling back before pushing down all the way again. Ja’s muscles flex as his body floods with waves of pleasure.

Prager is pulling my hips back against his now, every time he thrusts into me and with my further spread legs, he hits my sweet spot at a new angle, managing to plunge himself deeper into me.

I moan around Ja, going weak in the arms for a second and he curses.

“Shit. Whatever you’re doin’ Prager-” he groans, clenching his eyes closed. “Don’t stop.”

Prager nods with a grin, relishing in the feeling of your warm walls tightly hugging him. He also takes note of the slick slowly running down your thighs. The sight turned him on so much he couldn’t wait to cum deep inside you. The way you started rocking into him indicated you were close so he was glad he wouldn’t have to restrain himself for too long.

Ja was so close to losing it, shivering and groaning every time your face pressed against his lower stomach.

I decided to take it up a notch and hollowed my cheeks around him each time I pushed forward. This way I was creating a strong suction, not letting his dick escape my mouth when I pulled back. His tip always stayed in my mouth.

Suddenly Ja whimpered, making my ears shoot forward.

He threw his head back moaning “Fuck, fuck fuck-” and couldn’t stop his hand from pushing your head down him as far as possible. His hips bucked forwards and he stilled while his entire body tensed and he released his load deep down your throat.

The way you hollowed your cheeks made him cum instantly, loving the feeling of how you sucked him dry.

Prager’s huffing turned into groans and growls as he dug his fingertips into my hips, rutting into me like there was no tomorrow.

I swallow all of Ja’s cum and he releases my hair, sitting back on his knees and breathing heavily. I gently pull back from him, letting out a small cough before licking away any remaining cum on his dick. He watched me with soft eyes, almost falling in love at the sight.

Prager moans, letting his head hang down for a second as he leans over my back and wraps both arms around my waist. His head is resting in the crook of my neck while his chest is pressed up against my back and his hips continue their brutal pace. Our skin slaps against each other and I know my ass is going to be red or at least a shade of purple by the time we are done.

I’m finally so close to my own high that I curl my fingers in the grass, pushing my ass further into the air so that he can access my cunt better.

Prager doesn’t stop ploughing into me and continues the bruising pace while the sweat on our bodies mixes.

“Prager-” I moan, closing my eyes. “I’m so- close.”

His deep voice growls into my ear when he hears the words, making him speed up his thrusts even more.

“Cum for us. C’mon.” he breathes, encouraging me as he feels his own high near him.

I cry out and suddenly I’m pushed over the edge. My pussy clenches around Prager’s dick as he rides out my orgasm which leaves my arms and legs shaking.

His hips stutter and once I’ve come down from my high, he bites down into my shoulder and buries himself as deep into me as possible. His cum shoots into me, filling me up while my now sensitive pussy throbs around him.

His hot breath coming from his nose is fanning against my shoulder which he gently releases from his bite. Prager looks down at it, not quite sure why he felt the need to do that.

“You okay?” he whispers, nuzzling his face into my neck and awaiting a response.

I nod, inhaling deeply. “Yeah. Much better.”

Ja chuckles and Prager smiles before pushing himself off of me and gently pulling out.

He leans back, examining how his semen is drizzling out of my cum stuffed cunt.

“That’s stayin’ there.” He said, fingering it back in with his fingers. I gasp, biting down on my teeth. Ja rubs my attacked shoulder, wiping some blood away with his thumb in an attempt to soothe me a little while Prager puts my panties on, making sure most of his cum was still inside me.

They dressed me first which I appreciated, helping me back into my pants before they clothed themselves. While they were getting dressed I just lay on the forest floor, going over what just happened.

At least I was no longer burning up. I was sure it would come back but it was solved for now.

They walk over to me, gently but effortlessly heaving me to my feet and both of them chuckle when my legs tremble.

“Don’t worry, we got you.” Prager said, wrapping an arm around my waist and helping me walk again.

When we returned to the others, the ground was a mess. The fire had been put out but a soldier which Z had probably hit was sitting on the ground with a cooling blue pack over their eye. Seems like Fike got the worst beating.

They were all sitting on the ground and the Colonel was walking by them, making them fix all the equipment that had been broken.

We were glad not to be a part of that and managed to rejoin them without raising suspicion. Everyone was distracted so they didn’t notice me struggling to stand and Ja and Prager refusing to leave my side.

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megistusdiary · 2 years

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I need to-I LITERALLY NEED TO read something about rough Zhongli, I am tired of seeing soft Zhongli when he is literally Morax

okay but like...mean zhongli fulfills my massive size kink fr. even in his "human" form he's like 6'1 so imagine his morax form 👀 also i feel like he tries to be gentle with his lover, but he would definitely go feral bc that man is touch starved. i just know it.

warnings: dom!zhongli and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

rough sex, size kink!!, manhandling, penetration (sub!receiving), asphyxiation, dacryphilia, degradation & praise, riding, mating press 😏, you call him 'sir,' overstim

zhongli hovered over you as you laid on your back on his bed. it was massive to accommodate his larger size when he grew tired of his mortal form.

your eyes were clouded with desperation as you stared up at him. his hair, now pulled from its ponytail, cascaded freely down his shoulders. the ends tickled your bare skin lightly as his expression remained cold.

tears were building in your eyes from frustration as he refused to touch you where you wanted it. you whined and begged for him, writhing under his stony gaze.

fingertips teased their way up your thigh and then back down. trailing up your sides, stopping just below your breasts before instead sliding around your throat.

he effectively silenced your pitiful cries as he leaned down next to your ear. "do not forget your place, little human. you take what i give you and you thank me for it. do you understand?"

you nodded, face warm as your breathing was controlled. his hands were large as they splayed across your skin before he pulled you up and onto his lap. you shrunk down when you realized how small you were compared to him.

"i trust that you prepared yourself earlier like i instructed?" he asked you, piercing eyes meeting yours as he tilted your head up.

"yes, sir." you answered him as he nodded once, pushing you back from his lap. he waited for you to take the hint as he leaned against the headboard.

your hands were shaky when they reached his belt, undoing the fabric and pulling his cock out. your eyes were comically wide when you saw just how big he really was.

as if he read your mind, he scoffed, grabbing your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze. "don't look so surprised, dear. you've taken me before, and rest assured, your body was made for this. for me."

you shivered at his tone, feeling him pull you back over his lap. his fingers wandered down to your pussy, rubbing over your lips and playing with your clit as you gasped. your hips wiggled over the pads of his fingertips, biting at your lips to hold in your whines.

he removed his fingers, wiping them on the bedsheets before positioning you over his cock. you gulped as you felt the head kiss your opening as you looked up at him nervously.

"s-sir, i don't know if-"

growing impatient, zhongli pulled you down, forcing you to take his dick in. you let out a loud cry of his name, writhing against his iron grip.

he let out a low moan at the feeling of your tightness around him. you always squeezed him so well, body too small to take something like him. oh, how cute it was.

he gave you little time to adjust before he controlled the pace, picking you up and dropping you repeatedly to have you ride him. tears leaked down your cheeks at his pace, barely able to keep up with him.

his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at your face, currently contorted with pleasure. your hands were braced on his shoulders, body shaking against him.

"are you enjoying yourself, little one?" he asked, voice low and sultry as he adjusted his hips. he was hitting your spot expertly with every thrust, causing you to tremble and cry for him.

"yes, fuck, oh- sir, please." you babbled as he smirked, increasing the pace as he felt you tighten even more around him. it became like a vice grip around his cock as you came, vision going white. he hummed, seemingly pleased as your eyes were shut tight, tears escaping still.

he suddenly changed your position, pushing you onto your back and moving over you. giving you no time to adjust, he pushed back into your still spasming cunt as you gasped.

"wait- i'm still! i just came!" you complained, though he was having none of it. he shut you up again, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing carefully.

"i thought you had learned by now? you devoted yourself to me. now i will have all of you." he released your throat and folded your legs up, pressing them to your chest as you pouted, feeling exposed.

you couldn't help but shake as he fucked you even harder. now that you were under him, though, you had nowhere to wiggle away to. you were stuck taking everything he gave you. the sensations were all too much on your poor, overstimulated pussy. zhongli paid no mind to your mortal limits however, expecting you to keep up with him.

he pressed your thighs down harder against you, smirking as you cried out, voice airy. his grip would surely leave bruises on your thighs. it was too much all at once as he continued to abuse your sweet spot. the slight patch of hair on his lower pelvis rubbed against your clit, making you twitch on the bed.

his stamina greatly outpaced yours as he continued to pound into you, fucking you through another orgasm. the sounds of your pussy were downright lewd, and you would've been ashamed if you had not been so thoroughly fucked out.

zhongli loved you like this. eyes hazy and teary, lips parted with moans spilling out, hands gripping at the bedsheets desperately. he loved his sweet little human. but he loved it more when she was broken just for him <3

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin zhongli #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli #✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚#💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚

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anapotatowriter · 1 month

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Hi there! I saw your requests were open and I absolutely adore your writing.

I am officially back in my Edmund Pevensie era (sorry Five Hargreeves, LOL). Do you mind writing something based on Save The Last Dance For Me by Michael Bublé?

Save the last dance for me

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

A/N: HI DARLING BESTIE! THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST, I REALLY LOVED DELVING INTO SOME TROPES I COULDN'T FIT IN MY PREVIOUS WORKS! I really loved this song, and gained random inspiration from a Bridgerton clip- Did I get up in the middle of the night, and write this whole thing under 3 hours until 2:34 in the morning? Yes, yes I did. Did I do this when I am meant to be studying for my finals? No comment. I hope you like this story. If you don’t, feel free to message me, and I’ll make whatever changes you would like! Also, bonus points to people who can get the different references I have made in this fic~

Summary: Edmund Pevensie is from Narnia. Y/N L/N is from Terenbithia. They are supposed to be enemies, but are they really?

Contains: Fluff basically, a little, teensy-weensy bit of angst, some political rivalry that I *really* didn't explore, a secret relationship, some use of fan language that I think is inferrable??? and a bit of jealousyyyyy! Also, my writing is trash in this fr fr.

Requested: Yes

Now you can dance every dance with the guy

Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight

And you can smile every smile for the man

Who held your hand beneath the pale moonlight

“We now announce Queen Y/N L/N, Queen of Terebinthia!”

I stepped out from behind the double doors that announced the entry of each royal guest arriving at Cair Paravel. Light applause rang out as I stepped down the stairs, a smirk gracing my face. Four distinct members in the room didn’t bother hiding the subtle displeasure on their faces—the kings and queens of Narnia, enemies of the Terebinthian courts, and thus my enemies. My dark green dress was sewn just to contrast the yellow, red, purple, and blue of the royal members of Narnia, reflecting the political tensions between the two kingdoms. The black lace fan that hung off my wrist reflected the age-old Narnian diamonds, another symbol to rub salt in the wound. My eyes, however, wandered to the younger king, whose silver crown glinting in the candlelight was rivalled only by the sharp flicker in his caramel-brown eyes.

I stayed as far away from the four monarchs as possible, mingling with the population of royalty surrounding us all, a ruse to put up for the family. “Queen Y/N,” said a voice behind me. I turned to meet the eyes of the prince of Archenland, his blonde hair hiding the gold crown he donned. Prince Orlando’s eyes roved over my appearance, a breathless gasp escaping as he said, “Queen Y/N, I simply must have your first dance.” “It would be an honour, Your Highness,” I responded, curtsying slightly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. I opened the fan in my hand with a light flick, bringing it up to my chest and fluttering it, bringing the prince’s attention to the diamonds that adorned my neck and the lace of the fan. My eyes flickered beyond Prince Orlando’s shoulder, meeting the similarly entranced eyes of King Edmund. A secret smile graced my face as the fan “slipped” out of my hand and onto the floor. The eyes of King Edmund and Prince Orlando followed its path, the King stepping forward only slightly before resuming an indifferent posture. I glanced down at the fallen fan, my lips parting slightly in mock surprise. The prince bent on his knee to pick up the fan, just as Edmund’s jaw clenched subtly as he stared at us. Orlando held up the fan to me, my eyes flitting away coyly before meeting his again.

I held my wrist out to the prince, making him gulp slightly when I slowly removed the lace gloves that adorned my hand. He widened the fan’s strap and fit it around my wrist, his fingers brushing against the recently uncovered skin. But my eyes were focused on Edmund, who watched the fluttering glove as if it had done him a personal disservice. His vision flitted to my wrist, and then to my eyes. He gazed in my direction with extreme focus, making my hand tremble slightly as I replaced the gloves on my hand. Orlando offered his hand to me, which I accepted, and joined the dance floor. Moments later, the brunette king joined the throng of dancers with a partner of his own. I smirked as I curtsied, taking hold of the prince’s hands. The prince, whose blue eyes met mine eagerly, pulled me in closer with his grip on my waist. I gripped his shoulder subtly, before manoeuvring into a spin and out of his arms. The moonlight filtered through the windows of Cair Paravel, casting a light blue hue along with the orange from the candles. Despite the dim lights of the ballroom, I could feel the pair of eyes belonging to Edmund boring into me, making goose bumps rise on every inch of my skin.

Baby, don't you know I love you so

Can't you feel it when we touch

I will never, never let you go

I love you oh, so much

You can dance, go and carry on

I glanced at Edmund for a moment, who was already staring back with an unrivalled intensity. A drop in the music signalled a switch in partners. My hands immediately left those of the prince, seeking their return to the place of comfort. Home, home, home. Warmth, comfort, and callouses which marked my heart, my hips, my body, my love. I twirled over to the man next to me, Edmund immediately taking hold of me as my dress whipped around me. His fingers dipped tantalising low on my waist, just far enough from being deemed scandalous. The warmth of his palm cut straight through the layers of satin, silk and net that adorned my dress as if they didn’t exist. His hand grasped mine firmly, intertwining our fingers as a means of saying, “I will never let you go.” The moonlight littered over his freckled cheeks, the adoration in his eyes making my heart thud pathetically against my chest. The world around me seemed to disappear as I gazed into his eyes when light applause around us broke me out of my reverie. The music had stopped, indicating the end of the dance. The fan that hung off my wrist was clasped in my hand again. I manoeuvred the fan and swiped the open fan along my cheek. He chuckled under his breath, glancing away quickly before looking back and bowing. As his face dipped just near my ear, he whispered, “I love you too, Y/N… I love you oh so much.” I smiled cheekily at Edmund, curtsying in response before walking back to Prince Orlando for another dance without a glance back.

'Til the night is gone

And it's time to go

If he asks if you're all alone

Can he walk you home, you must tell him no

“Are you going to be travelling home alone, Queen Y/N?” asked Orlando, his eyes flickering with concern. “You need not worry yourself, Prince Orlando. I can do just fine myself,” I replied, smiling. “I can drop you home, Queen Y/N if that would be safer or more comfortable for you.” “No, Prince Orlando. I appreciate your offer and kindness, but I will be fine,” I replied, sharper than intended. He nodded his head in understanding, bowing deeply one last time. He took my hand and grazed his lips against my gloved knuckles before walking out of the ballroom. I caught the eye of Edmund, who was conversing with one of the foreign dignitaries. As if sensing my gaze, his eyes shifted to meet mine. I took my fan into my right hand, placing it in front of my face for a few moments. His eyes glinted in recognition as I walked away, an invitation to follow me. I stalked through the halls of Cair Paravel, which I had crossed through multiple times in the cover of darkness and shadows. I finally emerged through the trap door into the Cair Paravel Gardens, the lingering scent of something citrus infiltrating my senses. As I admired the view, the scent of the gardens was drowned by the smell of coffee and old books. Before I could turn around, Edmund wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into the warmth of his chest. A sudden chill raced down my spine as King Edmund's arms enveloped me, the temperature from the cool gardens contrasting against the warmth of his embrace, making me shiver slightly. “Hello Darling,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb the tranquillity of the gardens. Snippets of music still drifted from the ballroom, but the incessant chattering of crowds was silenced. And there we stood, hidden by the hedges and wisteria-festooned walls of the gardens.

'Cause don't forget who's taking you home

And in whose arms you're gonna be

Save the last dance for me

Oh, I know that the music's fine

Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun

Laugh and sing, but while we're apart

Don't give your heart to anyone

And don't forget who's taking you home

And in whose arms you're gonna be

So darling, save the last dance for me

“So, are we going to do anything, or just stand around? Because I must admit darling, I am getting rather bored,” I murmured. I could feel the way the corners of Edmund’s lips upturned against the joining between my neck and shoulder. “Maybe I should have taken up Prince Orlando’s offer of taking me home,” I said jokingly. Edmund chuckled lightly, before abruptly spinning me around and gripping me so I faced him. “Don’t forget who’s taking you home, darling. Would be a dam shame to miss out on me for some prince of Archenland,” he quipped. “You might have danced with Prince Orlando, but I'm the one whose arms you’re going to be in tonight.” “May I have the honour of your last dance, Queen Y/N?” asked Edmund as a new song began to play in the background. I chewed lightly on my lower lip, feigning contemplation as I said, “Oh I don’t know. I mean, the music’s fine, but I have already had my fun for the day, I think.” I placed the handle of my closed fan against my lips and pretended to think, watching as Edmund’s eyes tracked the shape of my lips. “Ask your question out loud instead of through your fan, and maybe I’ll agree,” responded Edmund, quirking his eyebrow. I looked away from his gaze and murmured a small, “Kiss me… please.” Before I could finish the last word, his lips pressed against mine softly, the tension leaving my shoulders almost immediately. His hands moved to my gloved ones, tugging at the fingers of the glove gently before pulling the gloves off. His hands traced the newly exposed skin, moving up my arms before placing one on my waist and holding the other one. I shivered at the contact with the skin of his palm, the hardened scars from battles finding their home in my hands. He pulled me into a slow dance, slowly, slowly, slowly tugging my heart to his. “Don’t ever give your heart to anyone else,” he said in my ear, a trace of insecurity running through his words. “I will always save my last dance for you, Edmund Pevensie,” I said in reply, holding on to him like it was my last day.

So darling, save the last dance for me

Oh baby, won't you save the last dance for me

Ooh, you make a promise

That you'll save the last dance for me

Save the last dance

The very last dance

For me

“Darling, save the last dance for me?” asked Edmund, holding his grip over my light blue gown that matched his outfit. “You have asked the same thing at every ball the last 5 years, and my answers never change, darling. I promise that I’ll save the last dance for you,” I replied, kissing him softly on the cheek. As he moved away from me to make his entrance into the ballroom and greet the royalty visiting our home, his sleeve caught on the black fan that dangled from my wrist. He lifted his wrist to his eye level, bringing mine up in the process. Instead of separating the fan from the button on his sleeve, he removed the fan from my wrist, leaving it bare. The diamonds on the fan, once a symbol of the enmity between two lands, showed the union between them. He opened the fan and brushed it against his cheek before walking away, a smile on his face as he glanced back one last time. “I love you, too,” I said to no one, the ring on my hand glistening in its position up high. I shook myself out of my reverie as the person at the doors declared, “We now announce Queen Y/N Pevensie, Wife of King Edmund of Narnia, and Queen of Terebinthia!”

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Tyler x reader where reader has actually been killing everyone as a Hyde and manipulated everyone into thinking it was Tyler. Tyler figures out it was really her and fucking rails her as revenge - @serrinaisdying (didnt know how to answer it twice lmfao) but here u go babe

.... i told u i was on it 🥂

Revenge is Best Served Rough | tyler galpin

SMUT OBVI

i am so fucking sorry for that cheesy ass title oh my god

warnings // mean!tyler, struggle for dominance lmao, dark!reader, dark!tyler, a teeny tiny smack across readers face, choking, missionary bc tyler likes to know you're looking at him as he fucks you, degrading, unprotected sex (would not reccomend), dirty talk (my fav), mention of past... encounters w xavier bc hes on my mind, p in v fr, spitting in readers mouth, biting

Her door slammed shut, causing her to jump, a gasp escaping her as she turned on her bed to acknowledge the sound.

Her eyes widened at what she saw.

"Tyler, aren't you supposed to be in a cell right about now?"

He tried his best not to laugh at her casual ask, "Not like you have any reason to fear me so why does it matter?"

"Wednesday says you're dangerous... That you're the one killing people." She scooted towards her headboard in an effort to put distance between them.

He smiled, "You're the prettiest little fucking liar there ever were."

The falsified fear in her eyes no longer lingered, her fingers releasing the grip she has on her duvet. The jig was fucking up.

"You think I'm pretty?" She grinned, patting at her bed, "Come sit, we clearly need to talk."

"Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"That happened before we even met, now don't be a rude guest. Sit down."

His arms crossed, but he sat. He refused to take his eyes off of her. Answers were in order.

"Why me?"

"You're mom of course. She was like me. You will be too. You havent been awoken yet. Your mother died but for some reason it didn't trigger you. You'll be transformed one day, and when you are, all that extra strength and anger and hunger will amplify and you'll be just like me. I blamed you because it made sense."

His eyes narrowed, "You blamed me for no good reason! I haven't done anything yet!"

"Yet. And I blamed you because you're young and clueless and weak."

Her head cracked the headboard as his hand grasped around her neck, closing her airways and leaving her choking on the air she couldn't call in. It made her stomach turn, and his head spin.

"You call that weak? Looks to me like you're in no position to speak." He laughed under his breath. Pun intended, he supposed.

Her own fingers twisted around his wrist, pressing her nails into his skin, cutting and digging. It called a hiss out of his teeth, but made him falter just enough to catch a breath as his grip loosened.

He was wild. Eyes black, hair messed and teeth bared. His lips were swollen, bitten to a raw point that she assumed was from Wednesdays torture methods just a few hours prior.

He looked like he wanted to rip her apart limb by limb and fuck, she hadn't been this turned on since her and Xavi snuck around secret library last semester.

"Oh? So the psycho bitch doesn't shut up unless she wants to be fucked then?"

He's closer to tranforming than she thought if he can smell her already.

She opened her mouth to speak, having his hand come across her cheek.

"Not one more word."

His hands groped at her, tearing away at her top as his lips attacked hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Kisses, bites, tore down her neck as she wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs, tugging his already hard cock against her core, bucking against him. The groan he let out was enough to let her relax. He at least wouldn't be a real threat to her safety until after he finished.

She'd worry about that after he fucked her senseless then. Priorities.

"Why do you kill?" He worked off her jeans.

She laughed, "I'm not allowed to talk."

He halted his motions, grabbing her by the chin, "Open." She obeyed.

She always thought if someone spit in her mouth she'd hate it. She fought the shame off of the fact it was actually the hottest thing she'd ever experienced. She swallowed with a smile on her face.

"Now, if you can open your mouth to be a slut you can open it to talk." He glared down at her, thumb running over her cheek in a manner much too soft for the mood of their situation.

"I kill because it's fun." she grasped at his shoulders and forced her weight over, straddling him as he fell under her.

"I kill because it feels good," her own mouth found his collarbones, tugging the skin between her teeth and nipping just hard enough he whined, hips bucking involuntarily.

"And i kill because they taste of their fear is amazing," her tongue ran across his neck, "not as good as you taste though."

He lifted his hips to press against her center and her eyes fluttered as he repeated the motion, bringing his hands to her hips. He used all that extra strength to force her down against him and he didn't let up until she finally gasped and lost the straightened posture she'd taken on top of him.

Lost in the feel of him against her, she hadn't noticed when he grabbed at her wrists and rolled her right back under him. Not until he stopped his attack on her lower half.

She whined before she could stop herself.

"Tyler so help-" his mouth covered hers.

"Let's try the quiet route again, yeah?"

His fingers crept into her panties, pulling them down her legs as she wiggled under him. She was desperate for friction he refused to currently give her.

"You're unbelievable. Getting me arrested to letting me use you like a goddamn toy."

He bit his way up her thighs, onto her stomach, "and I meant it when I said you were a pretty liar."

He tugged her bra down, exposing her breasts to the cold of the room and to his view.

"I think it's just because I like seeing your mascara run when you cry. Even if it's fake, those little tears of yours are just so precious you know?"

His lips closed over her nipple, pulling, the warm contrast made her sigh. Her relief was short lived as his teeth began to tug at her.

"Fuck!" she squealed, hands finding his hair and tugging right back.

"Thought I said to shut the hell up?"

"Either fuck me or kill me Galpin, choose fast or I'm choosing for us."

His eyes rolled as he ripped his pants down, taking his cock in his hand as he leaned over her.

He was bigger than expected, and thicker too. Butterflies stormed her stomach as he eyed her, looking feral.

He entered her with a single quick thrust, fucking into her with ease.

He didn't go slow and he didn't care to. She was hardly complaining. The sting was unimaginable compared to the feel of him pulling at that spot inside of her that had her clawing at his back.

It made her eyes roll as his hand refound her neck, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.

"God you're such a slut. Squeezing down on me like you need it."

She couldn't force out a snarky reply. Not when she could feel him in her stomach. She thought she might die when she saw him pushing against her, the print just visible as he fucked her.

He could see the bruises forming from the bites he'd ravaged her with, and the sight of the red staining the cheek he'd struck and he hated to admit it made his blood warm like a fire.

"Faster," she cried, eyes watering at the brutality of each thrust.

He slowed, putting more weight behind each slow drag as he pressed a hand down where his cock pushed against her pelvis.

"Can't have you calling the shots," he teased, noting her annoyance at ignoring her request.

Her stomach clenched as she forced her walls in on him, making him whine against her neck.

"Keep that up and you won't cum at all."

She huffed, bucking her hips, "Please, I'll be good, I'll tell them all the truth, please!"

"You? Be good?" he pierced each word with a thrust hard enough to make her head spin.

"I promise!" she sobbed, feeling the tightening in her core as her legs shook around him.

"So pretty when you beg too, hmm?" He ran his fingers across her clit, feather light with each touch as he pounded into her like she was less of a person and more of a toy.

She fought to keep her eyes on him as he gazed down at her, a smile gracing his lips just as he pressed harder against the bundle of nerves keeping her in tact.

"Tyler!" she yelled, teeth tearing into her bottom lip as she let go.

She saw stars, moaning and crying as it crashed down on her. It drove him crazy to watch her fall apart, driving him to pump harder, fuck her through each and every wave as it hit her.

His own composure began to break as he felt the build start to break. His hands tightened around her waist, pressing hard into her as he came, head falling back as she seemed to suck out every last drop he forced out.

He fell to her side as they caught their breath, staring at the cieling.

Before she could fully calm down, her phone was held over her face.

"You promised."

#smut #tyler galpin smut #xavier thorpe #wednesday #tyler galpin #netflix #wednesday smut #rough smut #biting #enemies to lovers #choked while fucked

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fourstarsoutofnine · 11 months

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Psst hey..

*slides over request*

Four with a s/o who always manages to injure themselves.

Going for a walk? Scraped knee.

Hunting? Managed to stab self in the hand.

Now imagine an actual fight... Oh dear, what could go wrong?

A/n:this Ask had me cracking up fr—bc I’m like this. I always end up with random bruises, i fell the other day and got one of those carpet burns bc I was trying to scare my dad by hiding in a box and when I stood I fell onto the carpet😭 so I feel this one 100%. My dear anon, so much could go wrong…. I cranked this out in one go, this one was freaking awesome to write!😈 enjoy!

Four with a clumsy s/o!(hurt/comfort. Major angst.)

Warnings:mentions of injuries(scrapes, typical violence and wounds, hunting knife stab), depictions of the traveler removing a knife from your hand. You and four have a fight. Helicopter boyfriend Four.

First hurt/comfort/angst fic! Let’s see how this goes! It’s longer than usual; i got carried away and had a whole lot of fun writing it. Also the definition of the phrase “goose egg” is a bump on the head

You’ve no doubt heard the term helicopter parent. Those parents who hover over their child’s every action, checking behind them to make sure something is either done right or done safely. That’s the smith, with you—only he’s your boyfriend, and you’re just incredibly clumsy, much to your own dismay. You do your best, you truly do, but despite being the charm on this chain of links—you’re not the lucky one. Not by a long shot.

You always manage to get yourself in the most peculiar of predicaments by doing even the slightest of things. Despite watching where you’re going as you all travel, you somehow manage to fall every single time. You scrape your knees, your elbows—heck, when you first joined, the chain was curious about if you were a Link yourself, or at least a hero of sorts with how many scars you have. You had to explain to them that no, you were just ordinary, but very, very clumsy.

When you and the smith began ‘courting,’ as he calls it, he wasn’t all too overprotective. Sure he worried about you, but he wasn’t overbearing. He just hated seeing you hurt. He’d help you with minor wounds, putting bandages on it and you had to insist that no, you didn’t need the traveler’s magic to heal you. You were fine. It was hard to convince him of that, but eventually he got it through.

Now, when you went hunting.. That was another story.

You and the champion went hunting for stags in his Hyrule, and it seemed he knew where every incredible spot to hunt was. As if he had a map of Hyrule memorized—he didn’t even have it marked on his slate. You were around upper Zora’s Domain, where it seemed tons of stags were. He shot one with a bow and nailed it, the both of you whooping and hollering with wide smiles. He shieldsurfed down and you ran after, yelling curses at him still with a smile, as you weren’t truly mad at all, just being playful. You got to the fallen stag and knelt by it.

“You know how to clean it, don’t you?” The champion asked.

“Yeah, yeah! You just—“ you went to begin but miss and hit your hand instead. You gasp, eyes filling with tears.

“Hylia!!” The Champion shouted and lifted you, completely abandoning the provisions. He’d come back for them later, you were top priority always. Oh by the three, the smith was gonna have his head on a stick… he took out his slate and teleported the both of you to the domain, where the others were waiting. He ran up the stairs and to the little inn, where sidon had taken to entertaining the chain with the story of how he helped the champion conquer Vah Ruta.

“Traveler!!” He shouted. Everyone looked up, the traveler’s head snatching up at his nickname. They saw him place you down. You were holding your hand carefully, blood dripping onto the wet floor of the domain, mixing with the natural water there. You were sobbing as quietly as you could. His eyes went wide and he ran up, the smith doing the same not even a millisecond after him.

“Y/n?! What happened?! How did—“ the smith started bombarding you with questions

“Smith i Need you To back up—“ the traveler put his arm out to keep him back as to not further overwhelm

“That’s my partner! I can’t back up!!”

“You will try.” He turned to him. “They are overwhelmed and in a large amount of pain. The last thing they need is for you to overwhelm them further by shouting questions in their face. I’m trying to heal them; it won’t take too long, now please step back and wait quietly.” He turned again and took your hand into his. The champion put his arms around you gently to support your weight in case your knees buckled during the removal of the knife. “Okay,” the traveler started. He turned his head and pointed. “I need that wooden spoon please.”

The vet got it for him, the traveler thanking him and turning to you again. “Bite this.” He said and held it out to you. You bit down and he let go.

“Im Going to count to three. This isn’t going to feel good at all, but as soon as it’s out, I’ll heal you and it’ll be over before you know it. Pain is only temporary… one… two… three.” He said and pulled the knife out of your hand. You bit down harder and cried. The smith couldn’t take it. He held his mouth, tears welling in his eyes, the color of them changed rapidly between blue, green, violet and red over and over. Not a single color knew how to handle this—but vio took over and took him away from the scene, over to the vet, who let the smith hug him tight. They both had seen countless unimaginable horrors, but this was hard to watch. However as the traveler said, it was over in a matter of seconds and his magic took hold of your hand, the muscle and tissue reforming and a scar in the shape of a slit was formed, brighter than the skin around it. Your sob slowed into small hics as you dropped the spoon from your mouth and looked over your hand, flipping it from the back to the palm. You pulled the traveler in and hugged him tight.

“Thank you, traveler…”

“Of course..” he hugged you back in tight, warm hug. He wore a sad smile. “I’m just relieved you’re alright now…”

The smith came up beside the two of you silently, tears in his eyes. You turned and yanked him into a hug. He sniffled and hugged you back. “Please be more careful, dove…” he cried with a wavering voice. “Please. You worry me more than anything in any universe. I don’t know what I’d do if something even worse happened to you. I’d be sick, and completely beside myself…”

“Im sorry, Link…” you replied quietly near his ear. “I just wanted to help the champion, but I guess I should’ve let him handle the knife as well and I—“

“It’s okay.. It’s okay… I’m just so glad you’re no longer hurt…” he pulled up the newly scarred hand and kissed both sides of your hand, right where the scars are. It melted you and you smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead. It was a sweet sentiment, but that event sent him into overdrive. He became a helicopter—not that any of you really knew what that was. I suppose you could call him a backpack boyfriend if you wanted to fit the times more. Put simply, he hovered over you like every move you’d make would cause something, which was a drastic over exaggeration, even for you. He stuck by your side constantly, and in moments he couldn’t, he made the traveler watch over you, which he did with a quiet apology after seeing how upset you were at the notion. This went on for a while before you decided you’d had it. You were not some toddler that needed to be constantly monitored. Today, you’d lead him away and speak to him in private. At camp, you were braiding some vines together to make a little basket and the smith was sitting beside you, watching with interest.

“…Link…” you said quietly without tearing your eyes away from your work.

“Yes, my dove?” He leaned over on your shoulder, smiling softly as he watched you. You set your basket-in-progress down between your stretched out legs. “I need to talk to you about something.” You notice the other Links’ ears perk up and their heads turn slightly to try to inconspicuously eavesdrop. “..alone..” you said quietly and stood. He agreed with a concerned and confused look on his face as he followed you, pointing out every little branch and rock in your way. That was the final straw. “I am not a TODDLER, LINK!” You snapped and whipped around to him. “I don’t need a constant babysitter!!!”

He looked shocked. Shocked, frightened, and a bit hurt. “I—“

“I know I’m not the most careful person in the world, but am old enough to take care of myself!!! I have before! I was doing it before I met you lot!”

“I—I know, but—“

“Then stop sheltering me! I can’t live life in a bubble!” You stormed off.

“Y—y/n Wait—“

“Don’t follow me!!” You stomped into the woods, grumbling to yourself. You walked a while, ranting to yourself when you noticed it turning dark. You’d since cleared your head and of course were going to apologize to your boyfriend for yelling at him, and give this thing a nice, healthy talk…. If you could find your way back… you looked to the sky to try to find the smoke from the fire they built, but to your horror.. you saw a bright red moon rising… what was it that the champion said again about his Hyrule? ‘Every week a blood moon rises in my world, resurrecting the slain monsters to allow them to torment Hyrule once again.’

…Oh Sweet Hylia won’t you have mercy just this once..?

You climbed up a tree and saw the smoke signal, lighting up. You climb back down and take off running. However, unfortunately on brand for you, you trip and fall face first into the back of the scariest silver moblin to ever cross paths with you. You heard it’s mighty roar and scramble back, your own back meeting with an adjacent tree. Your only thought before the moblin hit you over the head was an apology to your precious, worried Link. You blacked out. Luckily for you, though, the chain heard the roar as well and came running to your rescue. The smith was freaking out. He scooped you up first without a second thought. His friends could hold their own as a team of eight.

“Smith! You and the traveler take them back to camp and get them well!! We don’t know how long they’ve been knocked out!!”

“Yes sir!!!” Team of seven. The smith and the traveler sprinted back as fast as they carefully could, laying you down and propping your head up on a backpack as the traveler examines your head. No bleeding that he can see, but a very large goose egg on your head. He once again used his magic to heal you as he often did, but he was able to get the swelling to go down. The two waited and waited for you to wake, the traveler saying you needed rest but it shouldn’t be all too long. It was around two hours later that you woke, the rest of the chain had returned and were laughing and telling stories around the fire. The smith stayed by you, his hands holding one of yours. You groaned and sat up.

“Y/n..!” He said quietly.

“Eugh, what happened..? Link..?” Tears welled in your eyes and you pulled him into a hug. “I’m so sorry..! I didn’t mean it—I just—get overwhelmed and snap at people and I’m so sorry! I love you so much—“

You heard him laugh and sniffle. “No.. y/n, I was in the wrong… of course you can take care of yourself. You being upset was warranted by my behavior. I’m not your shadow, I don’t need to always follow your every step just because I’m worried… I’ll back up… watch from behind…” he laughed again, nudging you.

That made you smile. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.” The two of you shared a kiss and the champion brought bowls over for you two to eat. You both accept them gratefully and sit together, eating. His head lays on your shoulder as he does so. He might be right up on you like your shadow, but in this context you don’t mind. And you certainly don’t mind the love he gives you with each kiss, nor do you mind each butterfly added to your stomach every time he says he loves you…

You were clumsy, but you did one thing right. And that was wind up with him..

#four linked universe x reader #four x reader #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu four #linkeduniverse

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