#the way he literally shuddered at the thought of playing for that long and now he's sad and disappointed in the game ending...

[kitysugar]

run ~ sunghoon x reader

ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 성훈 ] ☆ sunghoon can't help but watch his favorite little toy go absolutely crazy, you unbeknowingly give him exactly what he wants; not only your blood , but your pussy as well.

word count ; 2.6k

sunghoon x reader | heavy cnc , slight manhandling , smacking , dacryphilia , mask-kink , fingering , stalking , chasing / prey + hunter , blood consumption, slight knife play, degrading, slight praise, sadism / masochism, you live in the woods , you're also kinda dumb... sorry . not proof read. since its spooky season and I felt like sharing my thoughts.... enjoy you fucking freaks.

sunghoon kept quiet as he stalked through your house , making sure not to step on the places where your floorboard squeaked. you were fast asleep under the covers , breathing steady and your eyes fluttering as they moved behind you lids. sunghoon liked watching you sleep , it almost made him feel as if he were sane.

he'd been stalking observing you for a while , his interest peaking when he saw you working your little day job in the book store down the road.. you were oh so kind to him; helping him find everything he needed, walking around the store with him in order to find a book he had been wanting, you were just so sweet.

he caught on to the hidden compliments you threw at him whenever he would come into your book store, making him smile and blush like crazy. you would even try flirting with him a little. you started looking forward to the times sunghoon came in, the way he would talk to you made you feel like you were special, and you were honestly thinking about asking him out on a date.

he liked watching you walk to and from your job, playing with your dog when you came home, he liked how you would light a candle and read in your room before bed right after doing your skin care routine and oh how he loved watching your dainty little fingers fuck your pussy. your nails freshly manicured in your favorite color.

ever since his little, fascination with you, a side of him was unlocked that he never new about. a side of him that he hides from everyone. you know what one says though; the more you keep things bottled up, the bigger the explosion was going to be.

now here he was, watching you fast asleep in bed, as your parted lips let out breathy sighs. he wonders what you're dreaming about.

maybe you dream about him the same way he used to about you. oh he doesn't sleep anymore unless he quite literally passes out. you've consumed so much of his person that its like the two of you are one now !

his hand brushes over your soft cheek delicately, coming down to the skin of your lips as he presses his thumb down onto your bottom one, feeling your breath fan his digit. he shudders, taking in every single one of your features

that was until you started to stir awake. sunghoon curses for being in your room for too long, knowing that you normally get up at 3:30 in the morning to go pee and get a glass of water. he shuffles out of your room quickly before your eyes fling open.

you heard something.

you could have sworn it. you sit up, your eyes adjusting to the dark room before they land on your bedroom door.

it was closed.

you always close your door before you head to bed. here it was, wide fucking open. fear runs through your veins, your hand shaking as you go to lift yourself up off the bed. you slip out of bed, wary of your surroundings as you make your way around the house. sunghoon can see your figure in the dark as he hides himself behind your couch, crouching down so you couldnt see him. you walk into the kitchen, flicking on a light and turning around to observe your area.

sunghoon has a clear view of you, watching as you shakingly look around for any sign of break ins or anything. you turn around and stare at your front door.

its open.

wide fucking open.

the darkness from outside seeping into your home. you just stare at the front door, your hands folded into your chest while your eyes are as big as the sun, staring straight out of the door and into the darkness.

sunghoon chuckles at how cute you are.

maybe you shouldn't have left it unlocked

sunghoon shifts slightly, but just enough for your head to snap to his. you scream as soon as you see the masked man in the corner. you dart behind you counter within a fraction of a second and run to grab a knife. sunghoon is quick on his feet, meeting you in the kitchen and trapping you in the room. you scurry around your silverware drawer, not finding any of your sharp knives.

"what the fuck!" you scream in fear. you never touch your sharper knives unless you have to. sunghoon chuckles behind you, and you swear you can just fucking die on the spot. you spin around, the tall man stands inbetween you and the rest of the house. your eyes dart around looking for something- anything to use to defend yourself that you can reach for quicker than he can.

nothing, not a single fucking thing in sight. you suddenly get an idea; the only way out was to run turn around and run out the back door, having a small chance of survival if you were to run into the woods behind your house.

"dont be stupid.." he warns, your biggest knife sliding out from his belt loop, his fingers coming to play with the pointy end of it, twisting it in his fingers. you hesitate, your body shaking as your mind screams at you to run.

your eyes drink in his figure. the shape of his arms defined by the black shirt he's wearing and a black pair of jeans that match. under different circumstances, you would be unbelievably turned on due to the ghost face mask covering this mans face. you breathe in through your nose, holding it as your body spins around, acting before you can think.

you work fast to unlock the door, swinging it open and slamming it shut behind you within a second.

"I said dont be fucking stupid" he leaps over the counter, beginning to run after you, his long legs and toned figure gaining distance on you quickly. the light from your house disappears as you make it to the tree line, your feet beginning to scrape against the ground of the woods. your breathing is heavy as you move as you run for your life. sunghoon watching you disappear into the shadows, following in after you. he listens to your feet hitting the ground, twigs and leaves crunching under the pressure of your body weight.

you turn around to see if you had gained any distance, but scream as you see him hot on your tail. your body feels like its going to give out underneath you at any given second and your feet begin to bleed against the rough ground. tears stream down your face as they blur your vision.

you're terrified.

you grab onto a small tree and make a sharp turn, hissing as the bark cuts into your hand. sunghoon follows you, watching your every move like a hawk as he does so.

"you can't run from me, y/n" you hear him tease you. you spot another tree to make a sharp turn at, but before you can reach out to grab it, you trip on a huge tree root that's growing above the ground. you stumble, your body hitting the ground in a tumble, leaves get in your hair and you feel your nose start to bleed. before you can process what happened, you feel a hand on your throat. your eyes shoot open as the masked man now stands in front of your aching body.

his fingers press against your artery, threatening to cut off your oxygen.

"no no please, please dont hurt me" you say as he places the tip of the knife on your thigh, trailing it up your skin and under your night gown. your breath shudders under the cold metal, your arms feeling weak after you just landed on them, your full body weight crushing them in an instant.

"aww, begging already sweetheart?" he coos at you, his knife finding your clothed clit and you can't help yourself when a whimper exits your throat. your head hurts as he throws the knife to the side, his fingers coming to rub against your clothed heat instead. your hands fly up to grab his arm, attempting to push him away.

sunghoon's grip on your throat disappears, a harsh sting on your cheek making you gasp as he slaps you across the face before grabbing both your wrists in his hold and pushing them into the dirt above your head.

"stop fucking squirming and take it" his fingers pull your panties to the side as he enters two of his digits into your wet cunt, and you feel embarrassment rise to your cheeks at the squelch your wetness makes.

"you're so wet, you like it when I use your body? what a fucking whore" you squirm under his fingers, your hips grinding into his hand and your legs kick out as he pumps your pussy, his fingers curling in and out of you.

"please" tears cloud your vision again and all you want to do is disappear.

"that's right, squirm for me a little more" a sob racks out of your throat, your wetness increasing as his fingers work inside you. your walls clamp down on his digits. you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood and you can taste the iron on your tongue.

you squeal out when you feel the coil in your tummy, your back arching off the ground and your legs begin to shake. sunghoon chuckles to himself, your pussy sucks in his fingers almost as if they're begging for his cock.

he knew today was the day he was gonna use your body. the way you purposely left the door unlocked and your curtains open, the way you looked outside longly before you had gone to bed, your bedroom window being cracked as your fingers fucked your pussy pathetically. he does it better, and you knew as much.

he sees your change in demeanor, your walls flutter around his fingers and your arms buckle in his hold. he tongues his cheek before he rips his digits out of you, your orgasm being stripped away from your body and you dart your head up, a scared whine leaving your lips as you hear the buckle of his belt come undone. you begin to thrust your heels into the ground, an attempt to get away from the man once more.

he looks back up at you, shaking his head with a 'tsk' before his hand comes away from his belt to slap your puffy cunt, a squeal erupting from your mouth. he takes his belt off completely, working to undo his button and zipper. when you hear his pants shuffle, that's when you know you're all done for, but that doesn't stop you from putting up a fight.

you kick his leg, earning you a loud "fuck" from the man and your wrists slip from his grip, but before you can claw your way out from underneath him completely, he grabs you ankles and drags you against the hard ground, your body under his as you notice his hard cock sprung against his abdomen, pearly beads of precum leaking out of his pink tip.

you whine as his free hand comes to wrap around your throat once more, squeezing down and you almost lose all ability to breathe. your head feels fuzzy, but you still fight anyways. your hands grab at the mask and rip it off, your eyes widening when you see who it is.

"s-sunghoon ?" you choke out in surprise. he chuckles at your reaction, his fanged teeth on display. his fist pumps his cock as he leans over your trembling figure, his face coming down to yours as he licks the blood off your cheek, a scratch littering your face from your earlier fall.

you whine under him as he pushes his tip against your sopping hole, your pussy wet enough he was able to slide in with ease. your back arched as you curled into him, your hands coming up to grip his hair in your fingers and yanking, attempting to pull him off. he hisses under your grip and his hand lets go of your throat, earning you yet another slap across the face. just as his palm met contact with your cheek, he began to thrust his dick inside you roughly, his thrusts demanding and concentrated. you scream at the pain of the stretch, his cock splitting you open in a sting.

your hands fall from his hair, moving towards his hips to push him away

"s-stop f..f p lease ! h-hoon no !" you squeal as his tip presses up against your cervix. his thrusts dont falter at your desperate attempt to get him away from you, your pussy clenching down on his length as your moans fill the cool, autumn air. the trees hum in tune with your beautiful melody, sunghoon groaning.

"shut up and take it and I might let you live" his threat hangs in the air over your head and you whine, your hands letting go of his body, coming up to grab his biceps, one holding your legs apart and the other is digging its palm into the ground, holding him up above your frame as he fucks himself into you.

your jaw slacks open, the prettiest of whines and whimpers dance off your tongue in pleasure. sunghoon drags his lower lip inbetween his teeth, your cunt sucking him in as he graces your sweet spot with every thrust.

"please f-fuck oh my god" you beg- not having a clue in the world what for. your body is tingly and your head is light. your head turns to the side and tears roll down your cheeks, your mouth kisses sunghoons hand that holds himself up, and he can't help but laugh at your cuteness.

"god you're so fucking adorable when you cry, pretty" you hum at his words. his hips rock against yours, your hole fluttering around him like a butterfly's wing. the coil in your stomach tightens and you feel your orgasm approaching, and sunghoon can tell because you get that look in your eye as your body begins to convulse. he curses under his breath as he sits up.

he grabs your legs and forces them over his shoulders, his body pressing down on the back of your thighs as he brings your knees to the sides of your head, folding you in half. your eyes widen at the deeper angle, your hands moving towards his back as your nails dig into him.

"you still want me to stop, precious?" he looks into your eyes and you can't help the pathetic way you shake your head slowly, a hushed whine fills sunghoons ears as a protest. his thrusts pick up pace again, fucking you into the dirt beneath you.

"that's what I fucking thought" your legs feel like jelly as sunghoon presses them up against you, your orgasm from before begins to wash over you.

sunghoon snakes a hand down in between your sweaty bodies, rubbing sloppy circles on your clit and you finally feel yourself begin to spill over. with your legs wrapping around his head, you cream all over his dick with a scream, his cock hitting all the right angles.

he doesn't care. his pace doesn't let up as he fucks you through your orgasm, overstimulation beginning to make your body convulse in his hold, your pulse picking up the pace even more.

"n-no , 's too much pl-please !" your hiccuped sobs of desperation egg sunghoon on further, your clit pulsating against his fingers.

"we're not done until I say we are, understand?" you nod your head, taking his dick pathetically, your eyes begging and your mouth telling him to continue with your sounds.

"you're gonna take my cock like the pathetic little girl you are" he spits at you, venom in his tone.

you might be just as sick as he is, purposely leaving your doors unlocked knowing who was going to be barging in this late into the night.

[normal-internet-user]

STUPID CUPID

Summary: Jason is a little awkward when it comes to his feelings.

Requested: No.

Warnings: none

Fem reader!

Sometimes Jason felt cursed. He had to be after he came back. Some things were obvious, the aches and pains, the anger.

He just felt wrong.

Except when he was with you.

With you, he felt seen.

Everytime he saw you he melted. You smile, your hair, the way you held yourself... It made him weak. You made him feel so sure.

It started simply, you were just his neighbor. Some women he lived next to. Then, you started bringing him portions of whatever you cooked for dinner, claiming you'd made to much.

He always accepted, even if it wasn't something he was very fond of. You made good food, and it was this or instant ramen noodles.

After a while, he started helping you out, taking care of your pets while you were at work, fixing things the landlord took to long to get to.

He told himself it didn't matter. You'd never see him as more, but god, did he want you too.

Jason wanted to be yours, he wanted you to love him like he loved you. He scoffed at himself, the idea laughable.

You would never. You didn't think of him that way. He didn't deserve it. You.

But Jason's a man, and men are clueless. He doesn't seem to get it, and you're getting frustrated.

How many lasagna's does a guy need to get before he realizes! It's ridiculous.

You're being obvious! At least you think you are.

It's getting late, and you just finished making dinner, and you're making a portion for Jason. Neatly packed away in some of your tupperware, you make your way over to his apartment.

You knock on the door, and wait for his answer, which comes shortly.

He smiles, it's small, but it's there, and you return it.

"Chicken parmesan tonight." You say, handing over the food, "I know how much you like italian."

"Thanks." Jason says with a nod, gesturing you inside, "You're a saint, you know that? I'm starting to think you're making extra just for me."

"What? No, I just have bad portion control." You reply with a shrug, waving away the though, even though it's definitly true. You are.

Jason chuckles, watching you make yourself comfortable in his apartment, "If you say so." He mumbles.

"Besides," You remark from your comfy place on his couch, "Think of it as payment for taking care of my pets. A little homemade thank you."

Jason sits next to you, doing his best to look natural and relaxed and not give way to his urge to stare at you, "Well, either way, I appreciate it. I appreciate you." He says softly, clearing his throat.

You shoot him a smile, subtly scooting a little closer, "It's really not a problem. I like the excuse to visit."

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Jason says, glancing over at you with a small surge of confidence, "Just to see little old me?"

"Maybe." You reply with a shrug, surpressing the shudder that the nickname created.

"Are you free this weekend?" He blurts out suddenly, and he silently curses the way his heart beats out of his chest, the way his cheeks heat up and the dizziness in his head.

He waits a beat. One. Two. And now he's scrambling, god, he just ruined everything. He needs to move. Die his hair, change his name-

"Yes." You reply softly, interrupting his running thoughts, "Why, you wanna go out?"

"Maybe." He says, breathless, and smitten, his eyes glued to you as relief flodd his entire body, "Are you.. up for that?"

You nod, "Mhm." Standing up, you press a quick kiss to his cheek, "Pick me up on Friday, 3pm. We can go get dinner somewhere."

"Great." Jason gulps, a goofy grin playing at his lips, "3. Yeah. Got it. Dinner's good."

"I'll see you then." You say, with a soft laugh.

"Yeah.... see you then."

He watches you leave his apartment, and he feels like he's dreaming. You said yes. You, beautiful, gorgeous, sweet and caring- said yes. To him.

Maybe he wasn't so hopeless.

This isn't as good as the first draft 😪 tumbr didnt fucking save it, so i had to literally start over- i am so mad rn- 🤦‍♀️

[rin-eko]

New Intimacy - Caleb x Reader

Description: First time with Caleb and the morning after

Warnings/Content: some light story spoilers, nsfw themes

WC: 3.4k

Caleb, who goes manic the first time he sees you naked. Not even fully naked, just your breasts peaked with tight nipples, skin so soft but not as soft and vulnerable as your shaky eyes focused on him in the dim light of his high room in Skyhaven. His brain completely short circuits.

The dark curtains are still drawn open, giving way to the glittering city lights outside, the two of you on his bed above it all and in a position you have never been in before.

All of this, the two of you have never done before.

And it’s strange, because he’s seen you in every other way imaginable. He knows every part of you, perhaps better than you know yourself. He was there when you were ten and got a wad of bright pink bubblegum stuck in your hair, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice but still carefully and gently untangling it for you, cutting your hair neatly when the task proved impossible.

He was there when you got your first period, speaking to you in calm tones through the bathroom door as you freaked out on the other side. Always ensuring you had enough supplies, that you did nothing but relax while watching movies during those difficult times, his big, warm hands gently massaging your stomach to soothe the cramps away.

He was there when you got drunk for the first time, pressing two fingers deep in your throat to make you gag out the poison into the toilet while holding you up and promising your pale, clammy face that he wouldn’t tell Gran. And then the next day, threatening to tell her if you didn’t do the dishes for him.

He had been there for you through quite literally everything. Growing up, you had followed him everywhere like a little duckling. Even as adults, your closeness showed in the way you only had to briefly make a gesture, or just open your mouth and Caleb was already answering you, knowing what you wanted or what you were going to say. Your closeness shows in the cadence of your voice, your speech, so similar to Caleb’s. All the slang you’ve adopted was from years of hearing it from him and naturally integrating it into your own manner of speaking without even realising it.

But he doesn’t know this part of you. He has never seen you like this, with sticky, dewy strings of arousal between the junction of your soft thighs. With small gasps and moans escaping your kiss-swollen lips, hands that were hesitant at first gripping him in ways you never had before, in places you never had before.

You’re no better than him. Not for the first time, you have to reconcile with yourself that Caleb is no longer the teasing boy from your childhood, but a full-grown man. And he’s so big… everywhere. Your eyes dip low between your bodies before quickly shooting back up… a small, sharp inhale… You demurely look to the side.

He’s so… big down there. Thick and long, even his balls heavy and swollen with semen. Beneath his navel is a short, dark trail of hair that reaches low.

And you aren’t a girl anymore. He’s thought of this moment so many times, played it in his head over and over but now he feels a brief flash of anxiety. Your most private place… while it certainly appears he’s gotten you wet enough, it’s so small…

Will he even fit?

He’s deeply researched sex and knows the anatomy of the female body but you struggled to take even his fingers…

But then a small snort somewhere between indignation, impatience and false bravado erupts in a way that is so typically you.

“Caleb, just hurry up!” you whine. “Don’t tell me you’re scared you’re gonna blow in two seconds? Well I have heard guys struggle during their first time so I won’t blame you, hehe…”

But then, when he really pushes inside you, tears immediately spring on your lower lash line. His entire body shudders, at the warmth, at your cuteness.

“Baby…” he holds the top of your head and soothes you with kisses on your lips and cheeks, fingers reaching down to circle your clitoris. You gasp into his mouth.

So big… he’s stretching you completely, going so deep his coarse pubic hair presses flush to your own.

You feel suffocated and liberated all at once. Blood rushes to your ears in rolling waves timed with his heavy thrusts.

Everything you both had been imagining for so long and now you really are split apart on him. This person who you have known your whole life. Who taught you everything you know. What love is. How deep and twisted and also beautiful it can be.

So is it screwed up or only right that you also teach each other how your bodies should come together now that you’re adults, free to do as you please? Or rather, uncaring to restrain yourselves anymore.

He groans, long and low. He was prepared to never have this. He would have waited or restrained himself forever if he had to, but now… he doesn’t know if he could go back to the way things were before. Without this warm, wet heat within you and surrounding you in something you aren’t even sure you can describe simply as sex.

…

Caleb’s home doesn’t allow for a lot of sunlight, but perhaps the sun has decided to mimic your mood because you wake to find soft, pale yellow rays casting streaks of light through his window, warming the room in patches.

Your eyes blink a few times to adjust to the light, and in response to your awake state, the man holding you tightly from behind releases a shuddering exhale. You moan, mind still in a groggy place somewhere between dreams and reality, but you hold his forearm wrapped around your waist, stroking lazily.

You both bathe in the silence for a while, somehow both happy yet nervous. You, because you’re worried he’ll go back to acting like a friend or brother in an effort to put some distance between you and protect you. After all, there were things he knew that you simply didn’t. Or perhaps he’d be walking on eggshells, afraid of messing up the newfound intimacy the two of you had discovered last night.

Him, because he worried you’d regret it. And if that was so, he wasn’t sure how to deal with that pain. If he’d be able to tuck it away and carry on confidently as usual.

You take the initiative to turn around in his embrace, chests flush against each other. His hand strokes your tailbone in small motions. Quiet. Then,

“Last night-”

“I think-”

You both pause, and then smile softly. You tuck your head to rest your forehead to his throat, tracing his bicep idly. “You first,” your voice is shy and adorable.

He inhales deeply. “I just… I just wanted to say that last night was more than I ever imagined…” he exhales in that full-chested way you love. “God, baby, it was amazing, I don’t know what to say.”

Your entire chest melts. Saliva pools in your mouth. Something tightens from your lower belly to the place between your legs.

You swallow and look up to meet his dark purple gaze. “Me… For me, too.”

“Yeah?”

You hum because anything else you say might just come out as a wanton moan.

A part of Caleb can’t believe it had actually happened after so long imagining it in the deepest, most shameful parts of his mind. But you really are beside him, your smooth, bare skin pressed to him, your hair messy with the evidence of last night, your neck littered with his love bites just like his back is with your nail scratches. He loves it.

So, so much.

He strokes the back of his finger down those love bites now, admiring his work. “Ah,” he starts sheepishly. “Ya may need to cover these up when you go out.” But you both know he doesn’t really want you to. Go out, or cover up the hickies, that is.

And as much as you complain, you don’t really mind. You like everything from him, whether it be reassurance or teasing, because you know there is nothing about yourself that could ever change his heart even fractionally.

So comforting.

You aren’t sure how to describe the night. Whether it was rough or deep or loving or painful or maybe all of it meshing together in one storm of sweat and yearning and flesh and immeasurable deep love exploding after being hidden away for so many years, just like the old time capsule you and Caleb had buried when you were kids.

You, subconsciously, living in ignorance, having long accepted him as a brother figure in your childhood. And him, always knowing, but never able to do anything about it. For fear of others, for fear of losing you, of no longer being able to protect you.

Whatever it was, it had been a long time coming.

After so long holding back, this gorgeous, talented, sought-after man is yours in every way. Even if you’ve always had him, even if words like ‘girlfriend’ or ‘partner’ or ‘soulmate’ shouldn’t matter and can’t possibly describe the depth of your bond, it still sends a shiver of delight up your spine. You definitely want that. Will greedily snatch those titles up and keep it to yourself for eternity, just as you wished to when he would have you play his pretend girlfriend all those years ago.

His huge hand reaches down and covers the whole of your most intimate area. “Your pussy sore?” His finger dips down just to very lightly brush the top of his middle finger against your entrance before coming back to rest on your pubic bone. And you wonder if you’ll ever get used to him speaking about such intimate parts of yourself in that voice you’ve adored for so long, the voice that has guided you your whole life, slightly rough with morning sleep. The same voice that used to tell you ‘Pipsqueak, breakfast is ready!’ every morning and ‘Sweet dreams, little one’ every night.

It was the same last night. You were sure your whole face was red when he had started groaning as he thrusted. Uncontrollable, delicious, deep moans causing tingles throughout your whole body all the way down to your curled toes. Grunting in exertion as he slightly shifted your positions to penetrate even deeper. You had never heard him like that. Had never thought there was a part of him you didn’t know. Even as an adult, you were inexperienced, so he was your first. And when you asked if you were his, too, he chuckled a little, a lovely rumbling sound from the depths of his chest and kissed your forehead affectionately.

“Of course, my only.”

You wanted to unravel this new side of him for the rest of your life.

But a small memory makes a crack in a barrier of your mind, emerging like a seed sprouting from the ground. You squint, trying to catch the thought.

“Actually… I think I’ve heard you moan like last night before… You were in your childhood bedroom…”

The pained, embarrassed way in which he groans and slings an arm over his eyes, laying on his back now, is your answer.

You tease him. “Wow, I guess you were really horny as a teenager. You actually spent a lot of time in you room with the door locked. Your showers were suspiciously long, too, now that I think about it… And you always used to tell me I took so long getting ready but you were actually the culprit who made Gran’s water bill shoot up!”

He peeks out from his arm, one eye glaring at you. “Fuck’s sake, you’re such a brat. Can you blame me? Going through puberty while living in the same house as you was hell. Sometimes I thought I was going to rub myself raw. I must have made more noise than I thought because one day you came innocently knocking on my bedroom door, asking if I was injured of all things.”

You giggle and let it settle in your chest that he really had felt the same way as you for as long as you have. While you always felt it deep down, having the feelings liberated and out in the open is a wonderful feeling you’ll have to get used to.

You stroke his bare chest, just below his collarbones, aware of your naked lower bodies touching and twining beneath the covers. Neither of you are used to touching each other like this and it shows in the light dusting of red on his cheekbones before he also reaches to stroke one arm up and down your bare waist in a soothing and casual manner. You can feel he wants to say something, and after another moment’s hesitation, he speaks up, voice purposefully light to try and disguise how curious he really is.

“You… never did it to the thought of me?”

Your immediate pause, accompanied by flushed cheeks, are his answer. You bury your face in his sternum, collapsing in a heap of humiliation. He chuckles. “Glad I wasn’t the only one, baby.” His head tilts slightly in thought. “Hmm… now I kind of want to see that, though.” He grins cheekily when you lightly slap his chest, satisfied with your reaction to his teasing.

You both quiet down again, enjoying being with each other like this. He strokes up and down your abdomen comfortingly and you count the freckles on his body until you’re forced to halt when his hand makes its way down… down… to your sex once more. He touches the neatly trimmed hair there and rubs it. He hums in thought.

“When you’re shaving, or trimming, here next time, let me do it.”

“Why?”

“Why not? I always used to shave the back of your legs while you sat on the edge of the bathtub. There were parts you couldn’t reach and you’d always cut yourself.”

“Believe it or not, I’ve grown up. I’ve learned how to do it safely.”

“Still,” he presses a hot kiss to your throat. “Let me.”

You don’t object because you’re sure you’ll end up liking the unique ways he dotes on you anyway, but when his fingers, long and thick, nailbeds neat and clean and cut short, travel lower to spread your lips, a small moan escapes you. Cool air touches your clit before his finger presses it lightly.

You’re breathing hard. “Caleb… what… are you… doing… ungh…”

Last night, he stayed down there for ages, memorising you. Your taste, your smell. And now, he seems just as fascinated with that secret part of you, rubbing you lightly in case you’re sore.

“I love this,” he says quietly. He gets underneath you, so your back is laying on his chest, your full weight on him. Your legs are spread wide over his, face next to his on the pillow, neck arching up when he circles your clit more firmly, hairline sticky and perspiring. Your arm naturally winds its way around the back of his neck while his other holds your waist, heated gaze full of smoke drinking you in completely. His dogtag, the same one that was hanging between you last night before he moved it out of the way to rest between his prominent shoulder blades, tinkles by your ear. You feel the cool metal against the side of your face just as one long finger enters you carefully.

You moan, unabashed, and hide your face in the crook of his neck, leaving everything to him as tension once again simmers and boils over.

…

The two of you spend the rest of the morning making love. Tenderly, closely, desperately. Your foreheads tightly press against each other, your legs tucked up, one hand around his neck while the other rests on his back as he moves between your thighs.

His gravelly voice keeps speaking to you,

“Are you sore? Is it okay? I love you, love you, love you… ah, I don’t know how to say what I feel for you…” he whispers and breathes into your mouth, face flushed and perspiring. He licks across your teeth, still raring to go even when you’re a satisfied, but very tired, slump on the bed.

He kisses and licks your closed lips, the drool at the corner of your mouth, the redness beneath your eyes. Like an animal licking and soothing its kindred, he can’t stop touching you. The sun moves through the sky but neither of you ever want to stop caressing and petting each other now that you finally fully belong to one another. It’s a level of pleasure, physical and emotional, unlike any other.

…

After spending too much time in bed and deciding neither of you wants to leave the house today, Caleb kisses your forehead and gets up from the bed, saying something about getting breakfast started even though it’s late in the day.

“You tired me out last night, pipsqueak, I’m starving.”

You watch his strong body move fluidly. As he searches for something to wear, he stretches his neck from side to side, the sound of two cracks seeming to satisfy his muscles.

He finds a pair of sweatpants and pulls them over his firm butt, remaining shirtless. He grins over his shoulder when he catches you staring and drooling at him.

He stretches his words, “Orrrrrrr, do you want some more of me?”

You grab a pillow and throw it at his face, but it stops short just before him and slumps to the ground. He laughs his way out of the room, the carefree, happy sound making your heart pulse quickly.

You take your time getting out of bed, finding a comfortable shirt of Caleb’s to throw on before sliding a pair of underwear- that you recognise as yours but have no idea why Caleb has it tucked in his draw- up your legs.  

You meet him in the kitchen, admiring his muscular back before he turns from the stove to place a steaming plate of breakfast on the counter, catching your gaze.

“Just in time, pipsqueak. Order up.” 

As he stands in front of the sink, dealing with pans and utensils, you brave coming up behind him and cuddling into his bare back, wanting one more moment of skinship before sitting to devour the food.

He freezes momentarily before his shoulder relax. He touches your hands around his waist that are resting over his stomach.

“Hm? What’s up?”

“Caleb, you know…”

“Hm?” he glances over his shoulder curiously. Rather than playful, your tone is more quiet and serious.

You take a small breath and whisper into the place between his shoulder blades.

“You are the only one for me, in any way, ever.”

He tenses.

Something you hadn’t expected from your dependable, strong and self-assured ex-adoptive brother, who was literally good at everything he did, was that he needed reassurance and was often unsure of the standing of your relationship. Of the way you regarded him.

He had always been trying to protect you, but not push too much, always trying to hold you without giving into his true desires. Always scrambling to learn everything so you’d only come to him for anything you needed.

For so many years, he had to make sure to maintain that delicate balance while you remained blissfully unaware of his internal struggles.

“That’s what you are to me,” you continue to whisper.

He turns against the counter and you go on your tiptoes to softly kiss his lips, speaking lightly against them.

“Everything. A brother, a friend, a guardian, a life partner.” He took on all the duties of these roles. Always unquestionably, always without complaint, always happily, even possessively, so you could always rely on him. So you would always know he’d be right there waiting if you turned to look. And even if you didn’t, still, he would do everything to make you happy.

Even after he had left, when he had returned and you had slowly become a part of each other’s lives again, you found yourself so easily slipping back into that role of having Caleb take care of you.

But now, you wanted to take care of him, too.

The person who you had both loved and hated, but always wanted with a desperation that made your entire body ache, your gravitational point.

[keeksandgigz]

my guy

eddie munson x fem!reader

Eddie being your personal handyman and stupidly in love.

cw: 2k words. no warnings just two kids being absolutely smitten for each other. tooth rotting fluff. teeny allusion to smut. Eddie being a flustered mess bless him. 18+ mdni

AN: this is literally the most low stakes thing i've ever written i just started cheesing at the idea of eddie cheesing at being called your guy

The sputtering of the washing machine startles you.

Huffing, you put your book down on the couch, rising from the depth of the cushions in which you had settled yourself into after finishing your chores and go assess the issue.

"Shit," the floor is wet and you shudder at the feeling of the cold soapy water getting into the bottoms of your socks as you slowly make your way to the washing machine to unplug it.

You try your best to dry the floor, wincing at the feeling of wet socks on the linoleum floor, cursing under your breath at the cold feel of the fabric against your skin.

Despite the floor being dry, your washing machine was broken, and you couldn't afford to buy a new one. Fortunately, your neighbor, Eddie had been your own personal handyman ever since you mentioned in passing that your sink was leaking a bit after moving into your place a couple months ago. The day after he was at your door, toolbox in hand. Your sink was fixed in less than a couple hours.

You knock at his front door, three precise, well timed knocks. Your mind cannot help but start counting just to see how long it will take him to open his door.

One, two, three, four, five, si--

The rattling of the door handle distracts you from your counting. Eddie's eyes are wide as they stare at you. His hair is tied in a low bun and he's fidgeting with a guitar pick in his hand. He must have been playing.

He's really quiet for a second, then clears his throat. "Oh, um. Hey, what's up?"

"Hey, nothing much? just wondering if you're busy right now" your tone always softens up with him around.

He looks around his apartment, almost as if he needed to remember if there was anything he should've been doing.

"Nope, don't think so. Why?" He leans against his doorframe, and he's cute in the way his pitch perks up, his smile expands just a bit to let a few crinkles form around his eyes.

"Well um... my washing machine broke and I can't afford to buy another one. I have a really important interview tomorrow morning and I need a clean dress shirt to wear. I thought I could get my guy to take a look at it and assess the damage?" you lightly punch your fist across his chest and he blushes a bit. You can tell by the way he starts blinking a bit faster that he's flustered.

"Your- your guy?" he stutters, almost as if he heard nothing else aside from that.

"Yeah, silly. My guy, like, my handyman" you smile at him, and if someone could get even more nervous, you're sure that Eddie just did, because he lets out a breathy laugh.

"Right. Your handyman guy, of course" and he shakes his head, smiling to himself a bit.

"So... can you do it?" you ask, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, no of course, sweetheart. Gimme a couple minutes and I'll be right over to you" he says smiling.

You head back to your apartment, leaving the door open for him to follow you with his toolbox, and Eddie feels like he’s lost every sense of reason when he enters and becomes surrounded by your scent.

The fabric softener you use has taken over every corner of your house, but he’s not complaining. Taking one last sniff for courage, he steps into the kitchen, where you’re sitting at, waiting for him.

“Alright, can I take a look at your washing machine?” he asks, tilting his head.

“Yeah, it’s right this way” you lead him to the laundry room, and Eddie’s suffocating. You’re everywhere.

He kneels in front of the machine and opens its door.

"What's this interview for anyway if it's got you actin' so nervous?" He says from inside the washing machine. He's fidgeting with the rubber at the opening, the hose.

"It's for this job at the school. I applied to teach at the middle school, but I'm not sure if they'll give it to me" you say, panic settling in. He's taking too long, you're done for. No clean shirt, no job.

"Nah, sweetheart, there's no reason why they shouldn't. You're incredibly smart, from all the books I've seen you read, your apartment is all books, you nerd" he starts laughing, and then stops.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to call you a nerd." He takes his head out of the washing machine. "I just- I know you're gonna do great. And if you don't maybe you can become my apprentice, would you mind passing me my flashlight?" he gives you a half smile.

Reaching for his toolbox you pass it to him.

"See? You're already perfect for the job, you're hired" he says, making you laugh. He smiles proudly to himself, and he's happy that you can't see him from inside the washing machine, because he's sure he's bursting with joy at the sound of your laughter.

"Thanks, Ed. I'll consider it." you say, and immediately after you hear a oh shit! coming from inside the machine. Concern washes over your face.

"Ed? What's wrong?" you say, as you carefully step closer towards him.

“I know what the problem is." He takes his head out again The rubber thingy that helps you close the thingy is broken” he says, like you understood what he meant.

“For a handyman you sure have your way with words” you laugh, and he doesn’t even care that he’s made a fool of himself by forgetting what the rubber gasket was called. Because he’s made you laugh.

"So how do I get this rubber thingy fixed, mr handyman?" you ask, voice still amused at how flustered he is.

"Well, I'd need to go down the hardware store and get a replacement, but it's 8PM, so I can't do anything about it now, sweetheart. Sorry" he says, and it breaks his heart to have to say no to you.

"Oh, okay." your voice sounds sad, it hurts him. "Thanks anyway, Eddie. I'll stop by the hardware store tomorrow morning before my interview if you wanna stop by in the afternoon and finish this?"

He thinks about it, about the interview. About how much you said you want the job.

"Wait, I have an idea. What if you wash your clothes in my washing machine for tonight? So you can have your shirt ready for your interview, then tomorrow I can go and get the gaskets to fix it. It's called a gasket, not rubber thingy" he says, playing with his hair.

"Ed it's fine, I can go get it" you say, trying not to blush at how gentle and kind he is "I'll take you up on your offer of using your machine, though. Thanks, Ed. You're too nice" you say, reaching for the basket of wet clothes on top of the dishwasher.

"Anytime, sweetheart. Y'know I take good care of my clientele" he says, smug smile on his lips. You giggle and fake a gasp.

"Are you cheating on me? Are you being someone else's guy?!" he laughs and goes along with it.

"Well, Mrs. Davis did ask me to fix her bathtub, after learning from someone that I fixed their sink" he said, a fake accusatory stare at you.

"You should get paid for this, Ed. You've already fixed my sink, my door hinges, helped me change my lock and now my washing machine. Soon the whole complex is gonna ask you to do their maintenance" you laugh.

"I do it out of the kindness of my heart" he says, taking a dramatic bow , then rises and leans against the washing machine. "Really, though, I don't mind doing it. I enjoy being helpful. I don't want your money, sweetheart"

"No, Eddie, I insist. I need to pay you, especially after you said you're getting the rubber thingy for me, what was it called again? A gusset?"

"Gasket" he says smiling, pointing a cheeky finger at you. Then the air becomes a bit tense, he stiffens up. You see him takes a deep breath, he's suddenly nervous which puts you on edge. Did you say something wrong? Then he speaks up again. "Tell you what, as a payment for my services, I pick you up Friday night at 7 and we have dinner. What do you say?"

Shit. You would not have pegged him for the type to be that smooth, but he had you. He liked you and he was sweet to you and he wanted to take you out to dinner. It helped that he was cute. There was no hesitation when you nodded your head yes.

"I say that's a great idea, Ed. I'll let you know how the interview goes. Should we go to your apartment?" you say. You notice the quizzical, borderline alarmed, look on his face.

"So I can wash my stuff, I mean" an awkward laugh escapes you as he motions for you to lead the way.

His apartment is the same layout as yours, but rather than books, his walls are filled with painted figurines, guitars, notebooks and DnD game sets. A true nerdy den.

"Um, the washing machine is down the hall. We have the same one, let me know if you need anything, okay?" he says, heading over to the couch, setting his toolbox down and picking up his guitar.

His laundry detergent is strong. The thought of this load of washing smelling like him makes your head spin.

After you've started the load, you head out of the laundry room and head over to the couch, where Eddie is. You swear his eyes glint a little when he sees you.

"Hey mr. handyman." you say, plopping down next to him "Keep playing, I'm just gonna watch you." You smile at him.

His face is concentrated, tongue darting out of his lips every once in a while. Cute, you think, a silly quirk that makes your mind travel to places that it should not even dare to go, you haven't even had your first date yet. God, you wanna kiss him.

He plays some aggressive guitar chords, one after the other, music sheets scattered on his knee, balancing precariously as he taps the rhythm with his head, his hair falling out of its confinements with each bob of his head.

"I hear you play sometimes." You interrupt. He raises his head, his hair has all fallen out of the bun and lays on his shoulders.

"What?" he says weakly.

"Sometimes, in the afternoon, because you're so respectful, I hear you play. And I- I just stop whatever I'm doing and listen to you and- and it's so cool. Your playing is so cool" you stop your ramble, because now he's staring at you and he's making you nervous. He's closer, and closer, and closer. And he's kissing you.

His lips are soft, albeit a bit too wet from all the times he's licked his lips to focus. His hand is on your cheek and it's big and warm and his breath is on you and you just melt into him. Soft kisses, quick kisses.

After what feels like hours, your mouth is open and you're reaching for his shirt, but he stops you, a puzzled look on your face. "Let's save this for another time, sweetheart." He says, and you can tell he's struggling to say no to you "I wanna take my time with you. Maybe after our date?" he gives you a sly smile and you think you have melted into the cushions.

"Can we cuddle, then?" you say shyly and he opens his arms for you to fall in, you take a deep breath. He's warm and smells nice.

"For a handyman you kiss really well" you say, laughing a bit. He jerks his head and quirks an eyebrow.

"How many handymen have you kissed?" his tone is dramatic and you know he's joking.

"None that I am aware of, but y'know, it could be a side job" You giggle.

"I thought I was your guy!" He says with a whine, and he makes you laugh like no man has ever made you laugh before.

“Maybe you can be my guy for real then” you say, smiling, finally holding eye contact with him.

“Yeah, I can be your guy, sweetheart.”

[gyupinkys]

POUT SOME MORE

Choi Seuncheol x fem reader

Seungcheol is not a nice man. How could he be? To run a mafia you need to be ruthless and you are no exception to that behavior. No matter how many times he fucks you and tells you he owns you, he will never mean it. Thats until he see's you being a little to friendly with Shownu.

part 2

WC: 3.6K

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, degradation, humiliation, exhibitionism, chocking, impact play, spanking, ruined orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, possessiveness, arranged marriage, knife play if you squint, basically cheol being petty and fucking you in front his friends.

There's nothing in this world you didn’t have. You grew up spoiled out of your mind. Anything you ask for daddy would run and buy. He treasured his one and only daughter, making sure she knew how much he loved her. Despite being the leader of the largest mafia in the continent he never once ignored your needs or neglected you. Your father was always there for you and would do anything for you, you loved him endlessly. But there was one thing he couldn’t give you and that was Choi Seungcheol. 

Now, you pride yourself in being a strong woman. So there's no way in hell you would ever long after a man. What do you look like being caught up, sad, and upset over a… man? Just the thought makes you shudder. You didn’t love Seungcheol, not by any means. Sure, you loved the orgasms and the way he filled you up perfectly, but you didn’t love him. He’s far from your type, he’s a womanizer whereas you love pathetic men who do anything you say. You want the treatment you received growing up to carry on into your adult life and Seungcheol is not the man to give you that. But just the thought of not having him grovel over you… beg to be in your presence irks you… 

You’re the full package so why doesn’t he want you? You try not to be too caught up on this, busying yourself with your other boy toys, but it’s always eating away at you. Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he think you’re undeserving of him? He’ll fuck you, but not want to date you? Now you’re getting worked up. This is why you cut him off, it’s not worth the stress; it’s been four months without him and you’re (going crazy) fine. You take a sip of your bloody mary and sigh. Looking around you see the man himself enter the club with his stupid posse… god, you despised him. You ignore him, “don’t let men get the best of you.” you whisper to yourself.

“Why is my dumpling so worked up?”

You immediately know who it is and smile. You love this guy.

“Hi, Shownu.” you say smiling up at him. He’s so fucking fine. You haven’t seen him in a few weeks, he just returned from overseas business.

“Are you here alone?” he ask, wrapping his hands around your waist. 

“No, Yuqi is around here somewhere.”

“Why is she always leaving you?” 

“Maybe so a tall, handsome grandpa could come and flirt with me.”

He clutches his chest. “I’m not old,” he says pouting.

“Don’t worry, you know I love an older man, and who else do I get to call daddy?” you smirk.

He groans, clutching your waist harder. “If you keep talking like this I’m gonna drag you out of here.”

You giggle.

On the other side of the club Seungcheol is fuming. His “I don’t care about you” act is backfiring. He has no claim over you and it’s his fault. He needs to maintain his big bad mafia boss act but he so badly wants to start pouting. Jeonghan senses it and nudges him. 

“Dude get it together.”

“But do you see her?” he whines. “She’s practically eye fucking him.” 

“You’re literally whining! People are gonna start looking.”

“Jeonghan you don’t get it! I literally fucked her brains out and then she cut me off!  And look at her she doesn’t even care.” he says as the whining increases. He’s two seconds away from actually stomping his foot.

“I don’t know how people buy this “alpha” act, you're actually just a little bitch.” Jeonghan says and rolls his eyes.

Seungcheol dramatically gasps. “Why would you say that to me?” 

“Why don’t you go talk to her?”

“And say what?”

“Cheol. I can’t tell you how to live your life. What will you do when I die?”

“I’ll just die with you.” he says seriously.

Jeonghan just groans and pushes Cheol towards you. 

“Keep it cool, keep it cool, keep it cool” he whispers to himself as he walks over to you.

He slides in the empty space behind you and orders a bourbon at the bar. You and Shownu turn to look at him. 

“Y/N. Shownu” he nods at both of you. 

“Hello, Seungcheol” you say with a small smile and Shownu just nods in return. You can sense an ego off about to happen and quickly make your exit. 

“Shownu, I’ll text you.” you say and get up only for Cheol to grab your shoulder. 

“And what about me?”

“What about you, Cheol?”

He doesn’t want to sound pathetic and beg. 

“You suck my dick  and say I’m yours and suddenly you’re acting like you don’t want to see me?” Nice one Seungcheol, way to fuck it up.

You raise your eyebrows at him and scoff. “Shownu will get a text because I don’t have to fake orgasms with him. He actually makes me cum.” you say with an innocent smile making Cheol scoff. 

You pat Shownu on the shoulder and walk off.

“Nice one man, maybe if you try respecting her she’ll fuck you.”

“I don’t need advice from you.” 

“You sure? 'Cause I'm the one who's gonna be deep in that pussy tonight” Shownu shrugs, walking away leaving Cheol pouting at the bar. 

“Dude, that was really bad.” Joshua says sliding next to him, making Cheol glare at him.

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You didn’t end up texting Shownu. You heard about his arranged marriage thats being planned through the grapevine and one thing you don’t do is fuck married men. You stuck to your trusty vibrator to get you through the night. As you’re about to get out of bed you get a phone call from Yuqi. You know she’s gonna be recounting her entire experience last night in full detail. With a sigh you answer.

“Y/N. What did you do to Seungcheol last night?”

“Nothing?”

“When you left the bar he started pouting and whining to that friend of his; The American one. Look, I even caught it on camera.”

You rush to open your messages to see a video of Cheol sitting at the bar with a huge pout on his face. You can’t hear what they’re saying but his friend is just sitting there laughing. You start to laugh too, he looks so pathetic. 

“I’m gonna call him. I’ll call you back.”

“Tell me what he says!”

You scroll through your contacts until you find his phone number. You never bothered to give him a contact, he’s just a quick fuck after all (no he’s not). You call him and after a few rings he answers.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Chollie.”

“Finally decided you want me?”

“I don’t know about all that. But, I think someone wants me more than they’re letting on.”

“Who?”

“I heard this guy was practically crying over the fact I turned him down. He was pouting and whining like a baby.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear anything about that.”

“Oh, I bet Cheollie.”

“Y/n. Did you just call me to try to make fun of me?”

“Me? Make fun of you? I would never. I’m just shocked that more people don’t know the “scary big bad alpha leader” is secretly a little bitch.”

“Y/N, the next time I see you, you’re really in for it.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine and you’ll leave crying.”

“We shall see, Bunny.”

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The next time you saw him you were indeed not in for it. You attended a Gala with your father which, to you, ensured Cheol would do nothing out of line. To say he was scared of your father was an understatement. To be fair everyone is scared of your father, except you. After tagging along with your dad to meet “potential husbands” you tell him you’ve had enough and would rather be shot than get married to which he rolls his eyes.

“Dad, Have you seen Choi SeungCheol?”

“Why? Do you have a crush on him? He’s a very dedicated young man I approve.”

You roll your eyes. “More like he has a crush on me.”

“Good to know. He’s probably upstairs.”

“Thanks. Text me when you’re ready to go.”

You head upstairs trying to not look like you’re searching for him. There's no sign of him or any of his rat friends which is weird. You walk to the bar trying to be mysterious but probably just looking lost and confused.

“Y/N, You look lovely.”

You turn around to see Yuta leaning against a pillar looking as dashing as ever.

“Hi, Yuta.” you say walking up to him and giving him a genuine smile.

“Are you looking for someone?”

“Seungcheol”

“Well from the stare I feel boring into my head I can assume he’s behind me.”

You giggle, a little over exaggerated if you're honest but you just want to piss Cheol off if he’s actually behind him.You’re too nervous to look behind Yuta so you keep your eyes on him.

“He’s so dramatic.”

“Are you two dating?”

“Yuta. Look at who you're talking to. I don’t date.”

“You’re right, my bad. But why are you trying to make him jealous?”

“I’m doing no such thing.”

“You can’t fool me Y/N.” he says and pulls you into his chest.

“Might as well make your lies good.” he smirks and places a kiss on your jaw making you smile.

“Thanks.” you say as you peek over Yuta’s shoulder and see Cheol get up and walk away with Jeonghan at his side.

“My work here is done” Yuta says and winks as he walks away leaving you to your own accord on the bar. 

About an hour later you receive a text from your dad telling you to meet him downstairs. To your utter shock, standing at the door is your father, Seungcheol, and Jeonghan; laughing and chatting like they’ve been friends for years. What the fuck? You rush down the stairs as they wrap up their conversation. 

“Dad?”

“Oh, Y/N, let's go, I have some paperwork to draft.” he says, winking at Cheol.

Did they make a deal or something? Jeonghan is just smiling mischievously at you, making you more concerned. 

“I’ll be seeing you real soon, Y/N” Cheol says with a smirk as he leaves.

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“Fiancé?” You feel like fainting. You feel like killing someone, anyone, you feel like killing Seungcheol.

“What do you mean we're getting married?” you say feeling your temper rise. So this is what they were talking about at the gala? A fucking arranged marriage? God, you feel like crying. 

You look at your dad with tears in your eyes. “Dad?”

He sighs. “Y/N, You know I love you, but you need to settle down. And Cheol said you two have been dating for months. Am I so wrong to want to see my daughter marry the man she loves?” 

“What are you talking about?” you spit enraged. “I don’t even like Cheol. He’s so fucking annoying and I don’t want to settle down! Especially with him.”

Cheol walks up to you with a smooth smile. “Baby, Don’t be like that. It really hurts when you act like you don’t want me.”

You feel like killing him. Matter of fact, you will kill him. You run over to the living room center table and take out one of the many guns stashed there. Your dad quickly grabs you, probably anticipating your actions. 

“Dad I don’t want to marry him” you say as you start to cry, throwing yourself on the floor.

“Y/N. I’ve spoiled you for too long. It’s time for you to face the real world.” your dad says as he pats your shoulder. “Cheol, I’ll see you around. Take Y/N to your house, let her see her new home.”

You feel like your world is falling apart. You did wish for this, but now that you have it, it doesn't taste as sweet.

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You glare at Cheol from across the dining room table. He looks so fucking smug as he eats with his 12 fucking gremlins. God, You want to fucking break something. Why does he get to do this to you? He’s taking it too fucking far. You’re being forced to “meet his friends” like you give a fuck about any of them, but come to think of it, maybe you could use them to your advantage. 

You turn to the man on your left who has barely spoken a word to anyone but Jeonghan this entire time. “Joshua, Right?”

“That's me,” he says with a sweet smile. You see straight through him though, he’s probably awful. 

“Maybe if I met you first I wouldn’t be here. You are much cuter than Cheol.” you pout. His smile just widens and he shakes his head. “It’s a little too late unfortunately, maybe in another life.”

“I don’t see why not in this life.” you say as you run your finger across his hand resting on the table.

He looks at your hand and back at you. “Do you want him to murder me?”

“I’d rather he murder me at this point.” you sigh.

“Y/N.” Cheol growls out making you sigh more dramatically. 

“Yes, Cheollie?” you say sarcastically as ever.

“Why are you flirting with Joshua?”

“I was just wondering if he could actually make me cum. I’d love to have one last orgasm before I marry you and be bound to a life of awful sex.”

The room becomes eerily silent. You doubt anyone is even breathing. Joshua is looking like he wants to murder you but you're having the time of your life.

“Come here.” 

Your eyes widen at his tone. Woah. He’s not fucking around anymore. You get your ass up and walk around the table feeling all eyes on you. As you round the edge you gulp. 

“Take a seat.” 

You need to take a deep breath. You feel like all the air in the room is being sucked out. You sit in his lap and look in his eyes. 

“Any other request, Daddy?” you say with a smirk.

Making someone behind you choke on his drink and another clear his throat. 

Cheol’s hand flys to your throat and pulls your face towards him, forcing the little air in it out. “Don’t fucking play with me.” he spits into your ear.

“And what are you gonna do about it? Not make me cum?” you smile as his hand tightens. You can tell he’s embarrassed, not only are you embarrassing him but you're embarrassing him in front of his friends.

“Y/N. If I do remember correctly, the last time we fucked, you were crying and begging me to stop, clearly your the one who can’t handle some good dick. Two orgasms and you tap out?”

“I’ve always been told I’m a great actor.”

“Well let me refresh your memory.”

He pushes everything in front of him off the table and lays you flat on your back.

“Y/N, I try so hard. I try to be kind, to be sweet, to be the man you would want.” he says as he takes his steak knife and cuts through your top. “But it seems that's not the man you deserve. You deserve someone who will treat you like the fucking bitch you are, you just want someone to fuck you like a whore huh? You go around giving this pussy up to everyone, about time I make it mine.” 

You try to defend yourself but his hand on your throat only tightens. “Josh, Hold her hands down for me won’t you?”

Cheol looks down at you. “Since this is a community pussy, I’m sure you won’t mind if I use some help.” he smiles down at you. 

He pulls your pants off your body leaving you in just your bra and panties.

“My beautiful, Fiancé”

“Cheol Stop.” you say as you push your hips into him. You don’t even know what you want. You want to get up and stab him but you want to feel him stretch you open as his friends look. Actually you just want to piss him off. 

“Stop? I don’t think I want to.” 

“Joshua, take a good look. This is what you’re gonna get next.” you say smiling at Joshua.

One second you're smirking at Joshua and the next your cheek is on fire. Did this motherfucker just slap you? 

“Don’t look so shocked baby. You don't remember being on your knees, begging me to slap that pretty face?”

Your cheeks heat up. God, he’s humiliating you. 

“Cat got your tongue?”

He begins to harshly rub your clit over your panties, just the way you like it.. “I don’t think you want me to stop anyways. This pussy is dripping for me.”

“Are you sure it's dripping for you?”

He just chuckles. “You’re not gonna be able to fucking move tommorrow.”

 He pulls your panties off and throws them to the center of the table. “A treat for one of you.” He plays with your clit some more, pinching it and rolling it making you get closer and closer to the edge.

“I would stretch you out, but I doubt I need to. I’m sure sluts like you keep themselves nice and stretched.” You don’t even know when he unzipped his pants, let alone pulled out his dick. He rubs his tip through your folds making your eyes roll back. Youre already so fucking overstimulated, all the eyes on you, his degrading words, and the fact that you haven’t fucked anyone in weeks is killing you. 

“Beg.” he says looking into your eyes.

“No.”

“Suit yourself.” he says and tucks himself back into his pants. “And none of them are going to fuck you.”

Your eyes widen at this. Fuck. What do you want more? Your pride or dick? Ugh, and he already has you so close to an orgasm.

“Please.” you whisper.

“Did you say something?”

“Please.” you say a little louder.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Louder”

“Please fuck me Cheol!”

“Louder” he smirks, making you groan. 

“Please fuck me Cheol, I need it so fucking bad.” you frustratedly yell out

“There we go.” he says and he slides in bottoming out. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust, immediately setting a beyond brutal pace.You have a feeling he wants it to hurt. It feels like he’s in your guts, you can barely breathe. Every thrust is sending you further up the table. You can’t even grip onto anything due to Joshua’s harsh grip.

“God.” you moan out.

“Don’t call for God, he can’t help you.” he grunts as he somehow fucks you harder causing the skin on your thighs to begin to sting. “Cheol, Please.”

“Please what, Baby?”

“Please let me cum.”

“Oh, Now I can make you cum? What happened to all that talk from before?”

“Cheol, I need it so bad.”

“I don’t care. Don’t cum.”

You hate this motherfucker. Tears begin to flow from your eyes from frustration and pleasure. “Cheol Please.”

“No.”

You were never one to listen anyways. You let go and cum all over him making him stop thrusting. “You’re real bold, baby.”

A harsh slap lands directly on your clit making your back arch. He hits you again and again, ruining your post orgasm bliss. “You know what? You want to cum? Then cum.” He begins thrusting again, rubbing your clit in the way he knows you like. Moments like this you wish he didn’t know your body like the back of his hand. He thrusts straight into your g-spot making you moan loudly, coming out more as a scream. “Feel good, baby?” he smirks as you begin to cry more. 

“It feels so good.” you moan.

“Cum for me.” 

After a few more thrust you cum turning your face and looking straight into Jeonghan’s eyes. You can’t believe he’s letting all his friends watch this. Just the thought makes you cum even harder, to the point where you start squirting over his chest, making his white button down turn clear.

“Oh look at you, baby. Squirting all over me.”

How is this man still going? You feel like you’re going to pass out and you know you’re not close to done. 

“Cheol I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t take it anymore.” you breathe out. 

He just laughs at you. “I don’t care.” he says looking you dead in the eye.

He keeps up his brutal pace making you groan. “Cheol please.”

“Shut the fuck up and take it.”

You start squirming and trying to break out of Joshua’s hold.

“Don’t run, baby. Take what I give you.”

Fuck. That was hot. You clench on him, making him groan. “You like that? You like having to sit here and take it? Not having a choice but to be my personal sex toy?”

This is why you wanted him so bad. He knows how to fuck you, he knows what to say, he knows how to treat you, break you, put you in your place.

“Cheol, I’m cumming.”

He pulls out right before you tip over. Cumming over your stomach and chest. Joshua lets go of your hands and you shoot up with wide eyes. “What the fuck?”

He pulls you in for a kiss and whispers against your lips. “Next time you want to be a brat, remember this feeling.” He winks and tucks himself into his slacks. 

“I’ll see you baby, I have work to do.”

With that everyone gets up and leaves, trying to hide their hard ons and pretend they aren’t phased. When you look around for your panties you see theyre gone. You look at the guys and see your pretty pink panties sticking out of Joshua's pocket.

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Smile For The Camera

Richard Mũnoz x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 20: Filming

Summary: You ask Richard for a favour.

A/N: Please don't look at me.

Warnings: camming, gonna say dubcon because Richard misunderstands at first, kissing oral (m! receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 646

By the time Richard truly realised his misunderstanding he was in far too deep. Literally.

He’d just been trying to help a neighbour out, repay the umpteen favours you’d done for him. (The amount of times you’d watched and taken his dog out for a walk while he was at work was worth its weight in gold alone.) 

You’d been a little surprised when he’d agreed to help, going over again what you needed help with. 

“It’ll be live streamed, but just to one client.” You’d reassured him.

“No problem.” He’d refused your offer of pay and blushed a little when you gave him a hug.

He’d thought it would just be running lines, you’d spoken a little about acting with him before, and he assumed this was for a part. 

So he hadn’t batted an eye at the laptop and high end webcam already set up in the living room. 

But you kissing him senseless had made him pause. 

Camming. How the fuck had he misheard that? 

He was on his back on the sofa with his shirt unbuttoned and jeans pulled off before he even managed to voice his mistake. And then your mouth had been on him, and well… it would be rude now to interrupt wouldn’t it? 

You’d stripped slowly and straddled his hips, rocking your soaking folds against his length before you took him in hand and sank down. 

He’d swore, grabbing hold of your thighs and hips to try to keep himself together as you rocked and swirled. Utterly mesmerised with how your body moved and breasts bounced. The noises coming from your lips were practically pornographic, and even though he knew you must be playing it up for the camera he couldn’t help but get lost in it. The sensation, the tightness of your heat. How you shuddered and squeezed him. 

He clenches his jaw, trying to focus, to stave off his orgasm that was already pulling at his nerves. 

This had to be a dream, simply must be. There was no way you were really bouncing on his cock like your life depended on it, that you'd ask him for this in the first place.

Richard shifts his hips ever so slightly, moving one foot to the floor and you gasp, your eyes going wide for a second. The facade breaking. The sweet moan that escapes you is honest and true, obviously taking you by surprise. 

He groans, arching his back ever so slightly to change the angle, to hit that sweet spot again. 

You sob, rocking forward and grabbing hold of his chest to steady yourself and he rolls his hips. Long and drawn out. 

“Richard,” you whisper, too quiet for the webcam to pick up, biting your lip, your eyes screwed up. “That’s…” You whine, gasping as pleasure floods through you. 

“Good?” He bites his lip, sweat soaking into his hair, his grip on your thighs tighten.

“Yes.” You sob, nodding rapidly. 

He focuses on hitting deep, rubbing the tip of his cock over the same spot again and again and again. Holding his breath as you gasp and whine and squeeze.

“Oh!” Your moan is high pitched and shocked as you tense, your orgasm catching you off guard as it pulls you into the depths of pleasure. Your pussy flutters and pulses around his cock, squeezing and stroking and he lets out a deep groan, unable to stop himself from coming hard and spurting inside you. 

Richard pulls you down on top of him, kissing you and moaning into your mouth as you shiver and spasm. 

You kiss him back fiercely, only pulling away to breathe hard and smile. “I gotta do the money shot.” You whisper. 

He grins, “Allow me.” and helps you to ease off his cock before he hooks his fingers against your inner lips and spreads you wide for the camera. 

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"please sir" | l.sm

pair: COLLEGE professor! lee seokmin x afab! reader

summary: you fail your favourite professors class and you make a deal with him to help you pass.

warnings: porn with a tiny bit of plot, lowkey cringy, soft dom! seokmin, unprotected sex (don't do this), he cums inside, spanking, praise, oral (fem receiving), fingering, slightly inexperienced reader, pet names like good girl, baby, darling.

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this is the first time i’m posting on tumblr and i’m kinda scared but i’m pretty proud of this fic so i hope you like it :) also i was listening to crazy in love the whole time i wrote this, honestly helped me finish it

professor lee was the kindest teacher you'd ever had. he was the hot, single professor on campus everyone had a crush on. sometimes he'd even teach you things one on one if you were struggling, and he'd take time out of his day just to talk to you. his attention got to the point that your classmates swore he definitely played favourites, but you knew he had a motive behind his actions. your knowledge lead you to today, in his office, crying because you had gotten your (luckily not final) results for this term. and you just flunked professor lee's class.

you felt guilty because he'd literally tutored you at his own free will. what a waste, you thought. you hadn't meant to start crying while trying to explain yourself to the man, but the tears pricked at your eyes.

"y/n, it's alright that you failed. it's only the the second term, you have next semester to prove yourself." he tried his best to comfort you.

"i feel so hopeless, sir... i'm so sorry," you continued your rant, more tears staining your cheeks. professor lee stood up now, making his way to you.

putting a hand on your shoulder, he made you look him in the eyes. "you're not hopeless, y/n. everyone fails in life. you just have to keep on going and try harder next time, which i know you will. you're an intelligent person."

he started to wipe your tears with a tissue, and smiled so warmly your heart almost melted.

then an idea popped into your head. sure, it would embarrass you for life if he declined, but somehow you just knew he wouldn't.

"sir... what would i need to do if you changed my score before the final results come out?"

professor lee's smile dropped, and he took his hand off your shoulder. "y/n, are you trying to bribe me?"

he was putting on an act all of a sudden, you could see through him. "so what if i am? you'd do it for me, wouldn't you?"

he sighed, breaking eye contact with you and leaning backwards onto his desk and folded his arms. "what makes you think i would?"

"i'm your favourite student, mr. lee." you smiled sweetly, making him look at you again. taking in a breath, he stuttered. "i-i don't play favourites."

humming, you kept the sickly sweet smile on your face as you tried your best to plead with the man. "don't lie to your favourite student, mr. lee. you wouldn't want to upset me, would you?"

he groaned in annoyance as he put both of his hands on your shoulders. "you want to play this game, y/n?"

you nodded. "i'll do anything you want me to. as long as you keep my end of the deal, mr lee."

professor lee scoffed, but then he leaned closer to your ear, "my name is seokmin, baby."

the pet name made you shudder. "tell me what you want me to do, seokmin."

"bend over the desk for me, y/n." he ordered and you obliged. you heard his footsteps walk away from you, hearing the lock click shortly after.

his hands on your waist made you jump a little. "be a good girl for me and stay quiet, okay?" he whispered before pulling your pants down to your ankles. "now, i don't think i should reward you yet after what you just pulled."

you whined and seokmin chuckled at your state. then, he slapped your right cheek with force, making you cry out at the suddenness.

he rubbed your ass and shushed you. "not too loud, don't want people to hear how desperate you are for me, y/n."

you opened your mouth to speak, but he slapped your opposite cheek making your jaw shut tight. "what should i do with you baby?"

"use me, sir... please," you mewl. your panties were soaked at this point. as if seokmin read your mind, he dragged a finger along your clothed cunt. "so needy..."

"all for you- ah!" another slap. "no talking except for you counting the slaps, got that?" his dominant tone made you writhe under him. he slapped your ass again. "three..."

you peeked behind you. seokmin's shirt was buttoned down and open, showing off his toned chest. he then wrapped his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

"is this okay, darling?" he asked as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. when you gave your consent, he pulled them down. "so pretty..." he breathed out, seokmin made you turn around and sit on the desk facing him, before getting on his knees in front of you. when you felt his breath against your warmth, you suddenly felt insecure.

"no one's ever eaten me out before," you squeaked out, and seokmin stared up into your eyes. "i'll make you feel good, darling."

he buried his head between your thighs, his tongue licking a stripe up your folds made your eyes shut tightly. he started eating you out like a man starved.

it took everything not to moan loudly, your hand clamped over your mouth and only quiet whimpers escaping. seokmin kept eye contact with you the whole time he tongue-fucked you.

his nose bumped your clit every few seconds, and you didn't know when he slipped a finger inside of you until he started pumping.

he tore his mouth away from you for a moment, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as two of his slender fingers fucked into you. "tastes so good, exactly how i imagined..." he trailed off, his eyes now transfixed onto your cunt taking his fingers in.

the knot in your stomach was so close to breaking, soft moans getting louder and more desperate. "sir, i'm gonna-!"

then, he withdrew his fingers from you. "sorry baby, but i need to feel you cum on my cock."

"not fair, i was so close!" you huffed. seokmin chuckled darkly, turning you around again and bending you over. another slap to your ass, "for talking back."

you had an internal battle with yourself, whether you wanted to be a brat and have him punish you more or be good and have him finally fuck you.

seokmin unbuckled his belt and you watched as his pants pooled down to his ankles. "do you want me to take you from behind or in front, y/n?"

"i wanna see you..." you murmur, embarrassment flushing your face. "of course you do darling," seokmin teased as he turned you around again.

when you made eye contact, he pulled you in for a kiss. not a quick peck, or a sloppy one, but a kiss filled with love. you felt his smile on your skin and you couldn't help but reciprocate.

when you pulled away, you could finally take a good look at the man you've been dying to fuck since the first day of his class. he was beautiful, from his pretty face to his drool-worthy abs. then, your eyes trailed further down and you saw his bulge.

you nearly salivated at the thought of his dick in your mouth, but you decided that's for another day. "i don't have a condom, are you on the pill? i'm clean." seokmin pulled you from your thoughts.

"yeah, i'm clean too," you breathed out and seokmin pulled you into another kiss as he pulled his boxers down.

you couldn't resist and your hands wrapped around his length, and seokmin let out a small gasp. smirking, you started to pump him and he turned into putty in your hands.

spreading your legs, you spit on your hand and pumped his length more before bringing the tip to your hole. "fuck me, sir."

as fast as the words left your mouth, he pushed inside. "fuck, you're so tight,"

you'd only ever had sex once before, so the feeling of having someone inside you was basically foreign. it hurt, but the pain was so worth it.

"are you okay?" seokmin asked, and you let out a small whimper as he finally entered fully inside of you. "yeah, just- wait a minute."

he stayed still until you tapped his shoulder and he started moving at a slow pace. he kept at it for a bit, but you grew impatient. "seokmin, i said use me."

he moaned at your words and picked up the pace, sounds of skin slapping and both of your noises combined filled the small office.

"want me to use you like the good girl you are, huh?" he grunted out, snaking a hand between you and started rubbing your clit. "oh fuck, wanted you for so long..."

seokmin's confession slipped your mind, too lost in the pleasure to care. his cute moans filled your ear and his thrusting started getting sloppy. "ah- baby, can i cum inside? wanna.. please," he begged.

him pathetically moaning above you turned you on so much more then you thought it would. "fuck, yes! fill me up seokmin,"

"cum on my cock baby, i know you can do it." he started rubbing at your clit faster. your legs started shaking as you tried wrapped them around his waist, pulling seokmin closer to you.

the heat radiating off both your bodies and the smell of sex was intoxicating. your moans started becoming pitchier as his thrusts reached your g-spot.

"ohmygod, i'm gonna cum!" you cried out as your legs trembled while you came undone. his name never left your lips, chanting it like a mantra as seokmin kept thrusting into you, chasing his own high.

your hands glazed over his sweat covered chest, letting him use you to release. the overstimulation from your orgasm made your breath hitch and legs feel like jelly.

"y/n, i'm close, fuck!" seokmin whimpered as he released inside you, his warmth painting your walls white. sounds of panting and the clock in the corner ticking filled your ears.

seokmin pulled out of you with a shy smile as if you hadn't just had sex, and quickly got some tissues from the box on his desk. he cleaned you up, wiping his cum and your sweat off of you. you were both quiet and you couldn't figure out what to say.

"thank you, y/n... i really liked that," seokmin spoke up, albeit rather awkwardly. now you suddenly felt embarrassed for using your teacher like this.

when you opened your mouth to speak, his lips enveloped yours. you slid a hand up his chest, and his nails digged into your waist. "i'd like to do this again," he whispered on your lips.

"seriously?" your eyes widened. you didn't expect that. seokmin giggled when he saw your reaction. "of course, i've been giving you signals all semester!"

"if you give me a good mark i'll go on a date with you," you joke.

"well, i was actually going to pass you when i reread your paper before you came into my office anyways," seokmin shrugged and your jaw dropped. "so i embarrassed myself for no reason?!"

"darling, you're the best pussy i've ever had. i don't think you embarrassed yourself." he whispers in your ear. you want to slap the smirk off of his face, but he was way too pretty to lay a finger on.

"so, that date's still on right?"

[hungharrington]

STEEB SENDING AUDIOOS

MDNI this entire blog is 18+

this…. this thought…. ok cos he’s a bit of a slut, steve knows what he’s doing already, okay? he doesn’t even need any training from you - he fucking knows that it’s all about the whines and moans and while he’s vocal in bed with you, it’s a whole nother level if he’s sending something when he’s alone— like just the thought of you listening to it wherever you are, clenching your thighs and getting all flustered, gets him all the more whimpery, rambles and rambles pouring out his mouth

he’s mean with the timing as well. you’re out with your friends, at a restaurant catching up for one of their birthdays and you hadn’t gotten to see steve the last couple days too- both of your shifts getting in the way. steve’s been that usual level of clingy when you guys spend a couple days apart, texts every couple of hours saying i miss you sweetheart >:( and i love you btw! and that oh my god it’s been literally so long since i’ve seen you i’m forgetting what you look like because he is the worlds biggest drama queen — but when it comes to dinner time, your phone buzzes in your back pocket and you fish it out innocently, figuring it’s another sappy message from your bf - and you’re half right! it is a message from your boyfriend but it’s a message that says i miss you :( followed by an voice message

you stare at it for a whole minute, a hot spark burning low in your gut— it could be that he went out with robbie and has had a couple drinks but it’s a little too early for him to be that trashed. just to be safe, you excuse yourself to the bathroom and silently curse yourself for not bringing any headphones as you slip into the empty bathroom, sliding into a stall for privacy just in case — pressing play, you hold the phone up to your ear with the volume on low and strain to listen.

for a moment it’s quiet, then you can hear some shuffling, like steve’s rearranging himself and then his low voice rasps through your speaker, “hey baby,” there’s another shuffling sound before he speaks again, voice a little breathier than usual, “know you’re out with your friends, m’sorry, just keep looking at how goddamn pretty y’look tonight— that photo you sent?” he pauses, inhaling jaggedly, and there, in the pause, you can hear a faint lewd noises and the spark in your tummy catches, burning hotter. he’s jerking off- he’s fucking sent you a voice message of him jerking off while you’re out with friends, he’s evil. “fuck,” he huffs shakily, the sticky sound of his hand on his cock getting a little louder, his pace a little faster, “i can’t stop looking at it, at how gorgeous you look tonight, just wish you were here.”

you can’t see him but your imagination gives you plenty of fuel as steve’s shuddering breathes turn a little closer to moans, a whiney noise slipping out as he thumbs over his slit, “miss you, honey, s’just miss you so much— ah” you startle, realising you’re still in public when he lets out a particular loud moan and it echoes inside your stall. you can’t bring yourself to pause it though, just turn down the volume a click — and cross your legs tightly, holding the phone closer. bastard. he knows exactly what he does to you.

“wish it was your hand, you always- mhfm- fuck, you always treat me better, treat me so good,” he whines, more and more shallow moans reverberating through your phones speaker. you swallow heavily, feeling arousal start to pool in your tummy right as steve starts to pick up the pace properly, the squelching noises louder than ever and his moans all but whimpers now, your name amongst every one— he gets all gaspy as his orgasm gets closer and closer, the noises quieter as you realise he’s dropped his phone away from his mouth, focusing on getting himself to finish- it only makes you more hungry for his noises, holding the phone close and just when you hear him whisper your name pleadingly, like he always does before he cums, the door the bathroom opens.

you jump, scared by the sudden noise, and your phone clatters to the floor— the scuffle hides the final of steve’s pitiful noises as you frantically scoop your phone off the floor and pause it, fingers tapping wildly on your screen until the noise stops. you clutch it to your chest and there’s a moment to breath when the person who’s entered calls out your name — it’s one of your friends checking if you’re alright but considering the clatter of your phone, she hazards a good guess, “god, were you on the phone to steve? you guys are the clingiest couple i’ve ever met.” and you huff an awkward laugh, “ha, something like that- hey, i’ll be right out, gimme just a sec,”

a breath of relief escapes you when her feet turns and leave back out to the restaurant and you finally peel your phone back— feeling a flush of embarrassment as you realise you’ve somehow sent a random keysmash back to steve’s message when you dropped your phone. he’s replied back, saying exactly the reaction i intended ;) and then have a good night honey :) i’ll see you soon, i love you x

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Brat taming /short ass smut/

Synopsis: You taught him that honesty isn’t optional—whether it’s a card game or in life. And after tonight, Gojo Satoru will think twice before ever cheating again.

Warning ⚠️ : smut , mdni, some graphic sexual details.(i swear this was made like a month ago and I m cringing so bad but tell me if you like this type of content 😭 I just fixed the grammer and yeah)

Pairs : gojo Satoru x reader

“Baby, do you seriously think I’d cheat… in a game of Uno?”

Gojo stared at you like you’d slapped him, hand dramatically on his chest like a heartbroken Victorian wife.

“Do you think I’d use my Six Eyes for something as trivial as Uno? Uno, baby? Uno?”

He gave you a look that screamed how dare you, his voice soaked in sarcasm so thick it made your skin crawl.

You raised a brow. He squinted one eye shut, trying (and failing) to look hurt while clearly fighting back a smug grin.

“This is the seventh time you’ve cheated this week.”

You said it flatly, not even trying to hide your irritation.

He grinned. That smug, shit-eating grin.

“Oh baby, maybe you just suck.”

You were supposed to be having the summer of your dreams.

A whole month with your long-distance boyfriend? Yes, please.

You had all these Pinterest-core fantasies in your head—beach days, road trips, hotel nights filled with love and late-night takeout.

And instead?

You were stuck playing Uno with this cheating bastard.

At first, you thought it was cute.

Then suspicious.

Then criminal.

You planned on kisses and cuddles. He planned on stacking +4s like a war criminal.

“Okay. Get up,” you said.

He blinked. “Huh?”

“I said. Get up.”

There was a shift in your tone that made his smile falter. Just a little.

And then, without warning—you shoved him. Hard.

He yelped, toppling back onto the bed in a heap. “Hey! Violence over Uno is CRAZY behavior!”

You ignored him, already making your way to the closet.

He tried to sneak off the bed. Rookie mistake.

You caught him.

Rope in hand.

“Oh hell no—baby, listen, we can TALK—”

Too late.

You straddled him, pinned him down, and tied his wrists to the bed frame with expert precision.

“Okay wait,” he laughed nervously, “this is hot and all but… we’re still mad about Uno, right? Like, that’s the plot here?”

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

“You cheated,” you whispered. “And now I’m going to show you what it feels like.”

He could break free.

You knew that.

He knew that.

But he didn’t.

Because deep down, this was exactly what he wanted.

You slid your hair to the side and bit his neck—hard.

“A-ah—okay, wow—” he hissed, his muscles tensing.

You licked the mark you left.

“Problem?”

He shook his head, eyes wide.

You took your sweet time stripping him—each layer peeled off like it was a part of the punishment. When you finally yanked off his pants and boxers, his cock sprang free, already hard, leaking, twitching with anticipation.

“Seriously?” you scoffed. “You’re this worked up over losing?”

He bit his lip. “You’re literally tying me up and stripping me,what did you expect?”

You ignored him and dragged your fingers down his thighs.

He shuddered.

You wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked. Slowly. Methodically. He let out a breathy moan, hips twitching.

“Don’t cum,” you ordered.

He laughed. “I can last longer than that, come on—”

You squeezed a little tighter.

He whined.

Minutes passed.

You edged him mercilessly.

Every time he got close, you stopped.

He bucked his hips in frustration, the ropes pulling taut.

“Baby, please-just a little more, I’ll be good, I swear—”

“Oh? You’ll behave now? How cute.”

He whimpered as you leaned in, licking a long stripe up his shaft before pulling away at the very last second.

“I’m gonna go insane,” he muttered, breathless.

You kissed the corner of his mouth.

“That’s the point.”

“Y-you think this makes us even?” he gasped as you stroked him again. “Uno doesn’t justify war crimes-”

You slapped his thigh.

He gasped again.

Shut up.

“Oh my god,are you turned on right now?”

He gave you a sheepish, cock-dazed look.

“I think I like being punished.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course you do.”

Eventually, you gave in.

(Kind of.)

You stroked him again, this time letting your thumb press down on his tip.

He moaned so loud, you were pretty sure your neighbors now knew his name.

“You gonna cum, pretty boy?”

“Y-yes—please, please, I’ll do anything—just let me—”

You let him.

His whole body arched, a broken sob of relief escaping his lips as he came hard, hips jerking, cum spilling over your hand in thick ropes.

“F-fuck… fuck, thank you…”

You licked your fingers slowly, eyes never leaving his.

But you weren’t done.

You untied him just long enough to flip him over and shove him onto his back.

And before he could even blink, you were grinding against his cock again, teasing your slick folds against his overstimulated length.

He whimpered.

“B-baby—again?”

“Oh, we’re just getting started.”

You slid down on him, slow and agonizing.

He screamed.

You moaned, clenching around him.

“F-fuck—I can’t—ah—”

“Yes you can,” you hissed, riding him hard.

You bounced on his cock like a woman on a mission—like his dick owed you money.

He was crying.

Legitimately.

Eyes wet, chest heaving, begging for mercy while simultaneously grinding up into you with reckless need.

“I—I’m sorry—I’ll never cheat again—I SWEAR-”

“You better not.”

You clenched down on him again and watched his soul leave his body.

“Y/n—baby—fuck, I’m gonna—”

You came together—again—his name a moan on your lips, his cock twitching inside you as he emptied himself with a guttural, desperate sound.

You collapsed on top of him, both of you drenched in sweat, your heartbeat matching his.

Silence.

“…so uh,” Gojo mumbled. “Wanna play Uno again?”

You grabbed a pillow and smacked him square in the face.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Fucking chuuya in moris room (the the the one with the big ass window and like, where 15 happened pls tell me yk what I mean) fucking him over moris desk while you can hear him approaching, and he’s trying to cover up his moans n shit, pls Nini understand me, I’m already struggling 🙁🙁🙁

But chuuya

Literally pls I’m so atrocious for this little slippery twink Plsplsplspls please nini, more chuuya

Brooooo 😭😭 I literally love you <33

Dom!reader x sub!chuuya

Warning: exhibition, pegging (can be read as a dick), a little manhandling, hair pulling, degrading

How did things turn out this way? Never would chuuya have guessed he’d do something this atrocious, this risky. All he remembered was agreeing to something, before you pulled him into this room. Even if he wanted to think about it, his mind was somewhere else, preoccupied and focusing on the scenario in front of him. Colourful lights shone through the huge windows of the room, lighting the room up and exposing everything. Soft pantings as well as the occasional yelp filled the huge chamber, there was almost an echo due to the size of the office.

The male arched his back, bending over the long and solid table. His hands gripping the other end of the desk, shoulders raised to his ears and torso flat on the furniture. Your hands were on his waist, holding him down. Some of your weight was on him, rendering him unable to move. There was nothing he could do in this situation, not when it was such a vulnerable and helpless position.

Chuuyas eyes rolled back when he noticed you pressing your hips against his, burying your dick even deeper inside him. His tongue hung out, droll dripping onto the table, dirtying it. “Such a perverted boy, arent you enjoying it too much?” You whispered into his ear, hands squeezing his waist gently. Another shudder coursed through his body, all those sensations were getting to him. First your delightful touch, then your beautiful voice casting spells onto him, as well as the pleasure of taking you whole.

He clenched, his entrance tightening around you while moans erupted from his throat. You pulled back before pounding into his wet and needy hole again, sending another shudder down his spine. “Aahh..! Fu-fuck..! You are the, mHmM- perverted one..- uggGh..” the male gasped, feeling the humiliating take over him. This was so inappropriate and.. embarrassing- ugh, his thoughts weren’t helping him at all. How did he even muster up the courage to do this in his boss’ room?

An especially rough trust pulled him out of his day dream, followed by a high pitched whimpers, “mhMM-aAAHHHhhnGn..!! Y/n..!” He gasped out your name, back arching even more now. The thought of doing this in the office of someone else was scary, het also arousing, he couldn’t deny that aspect.

Though he felt his heart dropping when he heard something from beneath the door, it sounded like voices. Not just one, but multiple. For a split second, he felt the world stopping. As if fate was playing a cruel game. When that second passed, all that filled his senses were immense pleasure provided by none other than you. Your dick kept hitting all his sweet spots, rendering him to a mess who can’t even think straight.

“Ah.. y/n..! So-someone, mhHHmnggh, is commMMIINngG..!” You paused a little too, caught off guard by his comment. Though instead of stopping, you leaned down and said, “then you just have to finish soon, chuuya, or else I won’t stop.” His eyes widened, were you serious..? It would make such a bad look and awkward if mori were to see him in such a state. What if Elise is with him too? How can you be so irresponsible!

What he didn’t know was that mori had a last second meeting today, you made sure that nothing will disrupt your alone time with your lover. There was no need to tell him yet though, maybe if he was getting really desperate. Instead to slowing down, you speed up. Both hands now grabbing his arms and holding him behind him tightly. “Remember what I told you, chuuya~ you wouldn’t want rumours to spread no?”

“Ah.. no, you are so-mHHMNngHhhh, meannnn..!” Hair stuck to his pretty and blushed face. Tears started rolling down his face when you pulled on his hair. Even though it was humiliating and shameful to the core, he just couldn’t not enjoy it. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth while he accepted your challenge. Nodding his head slightly as he mumbled, “keep going..! I luvve it..<3”

[mypoisonedvine]

you could do a drabble about Jonathan Crane...a continuation about a drabble that he helps his patient with his sexual health problems, but now instead of observing he participates 👀 and Reader doesn't want to but does want to 🫠 I love your content, I'm so happy you're back.💜

seems like a perfect continuation to this c: HOW did it turn out so long lmaoooo 18+ ONLY OF COURSE

length: nearly 2k

warnings: noncon/heavy dubcon, abuse of power/manipulation, medical kink, praise kink, pain kink (at least on his part lol)

"How will I know when I'm ready?" you asked hesitantly. "For... sex?"

He smiled, very very slightly, and did that annoying therapist thing where he answered your question with a question. "What do you think are signs that you're ready for that step?"

You sighed, noticing how he'd flipped it back on you (he explained before why he did that-- because his job was to guide you to personal growth rather than just tell you what to do-- but you still wished sometimes it could be more simple) and tried to think about how to answer his question. "I guess... desire, would be a good sign."

"It would certainly help," he laughed lightly. "It's hard to feel much pleasure during something that feels like a chore. Have you?"

"Hm?"

"Have you experienced any desire for or interest in sex lately?" he asked.

Suddenly feeling a bit flushed, you looked away from him and rubbed the back of your neck. "O-oh, uh... I-- I guess that depends on what you consider--"

"So you have," he interrupted, smirking a bit, and you glanced at him before looking down at the floor with a nervous laugh. "I suspected as much."

"Because I brought it up today?" you assumed.

"No, for quite some time," he responded. "Weeks ago."

You blinked quickly, wondering how he could've noticed something like that. "Oh, did I... say something?"

"It's what you don't say," he explained, looking at you with a bit more darkness in his eyes. "It's what goes without saying."

You knew that he knew, but you weren't strong enough to admit it yet. "Wh-what do you mean, Dr. Crane?" you asked, playing dumb and hoping helplessly that it would work.

He sighed and shut his notebook, setting it aside and tilting his head a bit as he looked at you. "What do you think I'm referring to?" he asked.

You scoffed, seeing an opportunity to change the subject. "You know I can't stand it when you do that... you should just answer my questions," you decided.

"Yes, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he smirked. "Simply being told what to do."

You shuddered at the way his voice changed... and his stare, too, it seemed to rake over you. Even though you weren't sure if he was really asking, you found yourself nodding.

"Say it, out loud," he insisted.

"I want you to... to tell me what to do..." you mumbled nervously, "Dr. Crane..."

He smiled, wider than probably you'd ever seen on him and your gaze followed him as he stood up. "I'm glad you've finally admitted it," he said softly, stepping closer to you until his form towered over you as you sat on the couch-- your heart beat faster as you arched your neck to look up at him, swallowing thickly. "Dilated eyes, elevated heartrate, tightly crossed legs-- yes, I noticed all the signs of desire in you. You want me to help you with your aversion, yes?"

"Well, of course, but--"

He leaned down and held your chin softly in his hand, making your words fail into a whimper. "I think you'll experience much faster progress this way," he explained. "You'll do as you're told?"

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your ears, but you nodded slightly; you couldn't exactly say 'no' now, could you?

And he wasn't wrong-- you'd thought about this, with him. But not literally this. You just thought he was attractive, and though he was the one who told you to touch yourself daily at home to desensitize your mind and increase your libido, you never admitted in your self-reports that you were usually thinking about him.

But you weren't thinking about him as your doctor. You were thinking about him as some other person, who just happened to look like that. And though, in your mind, he always took charge... this felt strange in all the wrong ways.

He didn't quite force you down, he just guided you-- but it wasn't gentle, either. It ended up with you laying back on his couch, the decorative throw pillows supporting your back and keeping you half-upright as Dr. Crane slotted himself between your legs, running his hands over your body through your clothes.

He hummed a little, staring down at you in this greedy, voracious way that was totally unfamiliar. You whimpered a little when his hands groped your breasts through your shirt. "Don't worry," he offered, as if it were that simple. "I told you to stimulate yourself like this each night... did you?"

"Yes," you breathed, "but, um... not so... not exactly like that."

"Show me, then."

Your hands were shaking as they took the place of his, and you thoughtlessly bit your lip as you squeezed yourself a little slower, a little gentler-- you both sighed when your fingers pinched your nipples slightly through your clothes.

He reached down to your waist, sliding his hands up under your shirt. His touch on your bare skin was... unexpected, to say the least. His hands were warm, which was a relief, but you still felt shivers run all over you as his fingers delicately moved up your sides. Under your shirt and bra, he cupped your breasts as your own hands fell away. "Like this?" he mimicked your touches, only without the barriers; and even though it made your stomach flip, you couldn't deny that what he was doing felt better than it ever had when you did it to yourself.

Not wanting to admit that to him, though, you just bit your lip harder and nodded.

Just when you started to get somewhat comfortable with-- or at least used to-- what he was doing, he pushed up your clothes to your collarbones, exposing your chest to his lascivious gaze.

"O-oh," you blurted out at the rush of cool air, at the way he stared down at you with an open, hungry mouth-- which he then suddenly latched onto one of your hardened nipples. "Oh!" you whimpered, hips rocking up against him unintentionally when he suckled hard at the sensitive bud.

He wasn't subtle about it, or all that gentle, but it wasn't too much. Thought it was certainly much more intense than you expected.

He hummed against your skin, and you continued to shake uncontrollably beneath him; it was a raw and aggressive sort of pleasure, his tongue and teeth constantly stimulating you, each movement making your pussy clench inside. He'd always told you to be slow and careful with yourself, to even tease and edge yourself if you could... apparently he didn't practice what he preached.

Apparently he didn't need to. You could tell that you were soaking your panties already. Your head was spinning; how the fuck was this actually happening?!

His mouth moved to your other nipple, his fingers tweaking the one still slick from his thorough treatment. He tilted his head, and you regretted glancing down to look at him latched into you like that. This was your doctor, your psychiatrist... you knew it was wrong, you weren't that naive. But you were apparently too stupid to figure out how to stop this.

When he broke away, he grinned up at you. "You're so sensitive here," he purred, "what other places have you found, hm? Those little spots that make your toes curl?"

It must have been a rhetorical question, because he was already pushing your skirt up to your waist. You shivered, feeling that familiar anxiety swell in your chest, but you tried to keep it down. Even if this wasn't at all how you imagined it, you did want to be done with this, to finally say you were able to move past your fear. Maybe this was just as good as any other way-- to just get it over with.

But you had to take a deep, shaky breath when his fingers hooked into your panties... gently pulling them down your thighs-- or in this case, up your thighs, since your legs were forced up and apart by his body between them.

He purred at the sight of you-- or maybe just when he saw how wet you were, but he got the feeling he already knew.

"Very good," he praised, and you sucked in a sharp breath. "You look ready."

Your eyes went wide as he sat himself back a bit, his hands hastily working on his belt and fly; you didn't want to watch him do this, but you couldn't seem to look away.

If your eyes were already wide, then they must have nearly popped out when he opened his trousers and pulled his cock out.

"I-it's too--" you blurted out instantly, scooting back on the couch a bit, recoiling away. "Dr. Crane, you're too--"

"What?" he asked innocently, though it was terribly unconvincing.

"It's too big," you whispered, and he laughed lowly.

"Don't worry about that," he sighed as he leaned down over you again, sliding himself between your slick lips with a groan. "You-- fuck-- you won't have any trouble. My god, you're soaking me already..."

He seemed pretty distracted, and wholly unbothered with your hesitance. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, but you couldn't seem to soothe-- especially not when he guided his head right up to your entrance. "W-wait," you stammered suddenly, moving your hips back, "I'm not-- I'm not ready."

"I think it's time for me to make that decision for you," he said firmly. "If you never challenge yourself, you'll never overcome this."

"But I'm not--!" you began, cut off by his hand covering your mouth. There was a ferocity in his glare as he watched your face, studying the changes in your expression carefully as he penetrated you.

As you had feared, his size was an issue. Even dripping wet, you had to stretch to accommodate him... it had been years since you took anything bigger than your own two fingers. He'd had you buy a relatively thin, 'ergonomic' (as the packaging stated) vibrator to insert in yourself at home, but you'd gotten too nervous and couldn't get it in past the first inch. He told you it was all in the mind, and you thought he was right at the time, but this felt physically impossible. And it just kept going.

You whined, nearly screamed, behind his hand, and he groaned in your ear with hot and heavy breaths.

"You can take it," he assured, sliding in deeper, "you can take my cock. It's going to fit... one way or another."

You sighed with relief when his hips were flush with yours; you were shaking, a thin layer of cold sweat all over you like you'd gone through some awful thing. But it wasn't over-- it had only just begun.

"Fuck," he grunted, starting to pull back and push into you all over again. "I know it hurts now... but you'll get used to it."

At first, you thought he meant just now-- that your body would relax and adjust, which it did eventually. But that wasn't what he meant, exactly. He meant something much more long-term, if not permanent; he meant that soon enough, you would be all too comfortable being his to use.

[veritas-scribblings]

complex - @jegulus-microfic - words: 856 [explicit / NSFW]

[warnings: breath-play | inspired by @lexithwrites's post]

They are good at this, James thinks. It’s like they were made for this, to fit together perfectly. Mirror images of one another. James is warm and open and bright like the sun where Regulus is distant and closed and shines in the dark. James is quick to love, exposed for the world to see where Regulus takes his time to let others in.

So James loved Regulus quickly and fiercely. He knew long before Regulus did. Gave his heart up without hesitation. Regulus was slower to love, James thinks. Surveyed the area for signs of potential danger. Sent his friends in after to double check. He gave his heart up reluctantly, hesitant to trust James with something so delicate and precious.

But when Regulus loves, he loves eternally. And now that James has his love, James fears nothing. He does not fear losing Regulus’s love, no, though sometimes he does fear losing Regulus himself.

They are in sync in many ways. They echo each other perfectly. Because they were made for this. To complement each other in life. To fit together perfectly in bed.

Regulus likes to be on top, because he likes the control of it all. Likes controlling the pace and the rhythm and the depth. Like’s torturing James with it. Likes pleasuring James with it. Likes giving James access to the entirety of himself so James can tend to his pleasure or watch as Regulus tends to it. And James loves it too.

Merlin, Morgana both, does James love it too.

Regulus uses James’s chest for leverage and support, one hand planted firmly so he can grind his hips, rock back and forth in a way that is winding the coil of tension inside James tighter and tighter and tighter. Regulus’s head is thrown back, exposing the perfect, pale length of his neck. He works his hand between his legs in time to his thrusts. Rubs his swollen, hard arousal between his fingers. He’s biting his lip, moaning, the rhythm he has established faltering and stuttering.

And James can’t help but whimper, because he can see it building in the way Regulus’s breathing has quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly, in the way his brow is furrowed and the way his eyes flutter shut.

Regulus arches and then pitches forwards onto James, hips bucking unevenly, convulsing, crying out. His orgasm is long, and it’s an intense one that squeezes every rational thought out of him. And when he lands on James, his arm is thrown forwards and ends up pressed against James’s windpipe all but crushing it.

Regulus, James realises, is in absolutely no state of mind to notice what he’s doing.

For a moment, James can’t breathe. He panics. There is a part of his brain that completely spirals out of control, thinks that Regulus’s orgasm may last forever and that it will quite literally kill James. And maybe that is not the worst way to go, with Regulus orgasming on James’s cock.

But the panic subsides and soon James is overcome by a heady, dizzy rush. He cannot breathe, no, but for now that’s okay because he feels light, like he’s floating. Like he’s flying. And he’s so very aware of the sensations in his own body: the pleasure and bliss and euphoria shooting through him, lighting up his nerves, setting flame to his skin. He can feel Regulus coming still, the twitches in his body, the feeling of Regulus so-very-wet and warm and clenching around him. So fierce and tight at first, and then gentler, fluttering. Regulus moans, hot and breathy and rumbling against James’s neck.

‘James.’

When the air rushes back into James’s lungs, the world is spinning beneath him and he thinks that he might be spinning with it.

‘James.’

James blinks, groans, shudders. Thinks closecloseclose and ohgod and sogood and doitagainplease.

Regulus has picked himself up, his hands now planted on James’s chest. He grins down at James. There is devious wickedness in his expression as he begins to roll his hips and rock intently on James’s cock, drawing shaky desperate moans out of James.

‘Jamie,’ Regulus murmurs. He raises an eyebrow. They are on the same page, James realises. Of course they are. They are always so in sync.

James nods, a whine caught in his throat, his hands raising to find Regulus’s sides and hold him. Pulling back slightly, Regulus grins and begins a brutal pace.

‘Fuck,’ James gasps, writhing beneath him, barely able to string a coherent thought together. So close to losing his mind. ‘Fuck, Reg, I can’t…I’ll…’

‘Yeah,’ Regulus breathes. He leans forwards, a hand fluttering to James’s throat where he holds him very, very gently. Questioning. ‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ James echos, gasping, whimpering, mirroring Regulus who has not slowed the pace of his thrusts. He grips the bedsheets, fisting them in anticipation.

And with a grin, Regulus squeezes.

And James’s mind spirals, overcome with the light, heady, dizzy rush.

And everything whites out.

[sexhaver]

Wait hold on I actually would love to hear your thoughts on melina being an aspect of marika, because that was the conclusion I drew when i first played, and I mostly just see people doing the gloam-eyed queen theorizing

Your seamster, Boc... I see him crying, from time to time. I think he misses his mother. He wants someone to tell him he's beautiful. Does being born of a mother... Mean one behaves in such a manner?

she was not "born of a mother" in the traditional sense

The Erdtree...is close. Only a little further till the foot of the Erdtree, and the accord is fulfilled. It takes me back. I was born at the foot of the Erdtree. Where mother gave me my purpose. Though now, everything is lost to me. I...have to ascertain for myself. The reason for which I live, burned and bodiless.

my interpretation here is that she was born at the foot of the Erdtree in the same way Millicent and her sisters were born from scarlet aeonia blooms

Me, I'm searching for my purpose given to me by my mother inside the Erdtree long ago, for the reason that I yet live, burned and bodyless.

her mother is inside the Erdtree, and there is literally only one person that could possibly be describing. why is this even up for debate

You were unable to enter the Erdtree, no? Prevented by the mantle of barbs. The thorns are impenetrable. A husk of the Erdtree's being; that spurns all that exists without. The only way to stand before the Elden Ring...and become the Elden Lord...is to pass the thorns. My purpose serves to aid in that very act.

every alter ego born of a demigod/god (i.e. Millicent &co, St. Trina, Radagon) has some kind of driving purpose informed by the emotion or trait they embody. Millicent is Malenia's pride that she had to abandon in order to bloom the first time, and so she refuses to bloom and dies as a human. St. Trina is Miquella's capacity for love, and views mercy killing Miquella as an extension of that love. Radagon is Marika's loyalty to the Golden Order and does (gestures at the entirety of The Shattering and Liurnia in general). Melina is Marika's drive to execute her last contingency plan, whatever that may be, and that involves burning the thorns.

okay now for some spicy conjecture. we get this dialogue from Melina specifically after speaking to Shabriri:

There is something I'd like to say. My purpose was given to me by my mother. But now, I act of my own volition. I have set my heart upon the world that I would have. Regardless of my mother's designs. I won't allow anyone to speak ill of that. Not even you.

All-Knowing Armor description:

Armor set with countless eyes and ears. Worn by Gideon Ofnir, the All-Knowing. Knowledge begins with the recognition of one's ignorance. The realization that the search for knowledge is unending. But when Gideon glimpsed into the will of Queen Marika, he shuddered in fear. At the end that should not be.

Marika wants us to become the Lord of Frenzy Flame

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

Love Won't Save Us

A/N: Sorry this took so long!

Warnings: Angst & I did not proof read

Word Count: 1.3k

Request: I saw you’re taking Cassian requests 👀 May I please get “ Don’t you see that there are people who care about you? That I care about?” + “I can’t lose you again! Please, don’t make me lose you again.” with lots of angst please and thank you!

Thump thump.

Thump thump. 

Thump thump.  

An endless rhythm of your heart as it pounded through your ears. You were cornered. You thought you had been playing this smart - thought out every possible scenario - everything that could go wrong. Still, you ended up here. 

Your leg was screaming at you. It had been grazed by a blaster shot. Gritting your teeth you tried your best to shift your weight on it. You didn’t have time to dress it - you didn’t have time to do anything but lean against the literal and metaphorical wall that you were pinned against.

Imperial troopers were beginning to close in on you. You took a steadying breath checking your blaster. Your thoughts veering towards Cassian. 

Cassian. 

You should have listened - been less stubborn. Instead you were here. 

You wanted to save him. That’s all you had wanted to do. Save him from what was about to happen to you. You blink roughly as tears start to form in your eyes. Your mind reeling to the last conversation you had with him. That is how he would remember you. Angry, bitter, careless. Maker, the look on his face. 

Your breath left your lungs as a blast threw you against a wall. You let out a shuddering gasp. 

There was only one last word you wanted to speak as blood came dripping out of your mouth. 

“Cass-” 

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“When were you planning on telling me?” 

You didn’t need to look up to know Cassian was standing behind you, agitation dripping out of his voice. 

“I wasn’t”, you said simply as you finished putting on your boots. 

You could hear Cassian let out a huff as you turned around. His eyebrows were furrowed, arms crossed. He looked more annoyed and stressed than you had ever seen him. 

“You can’t do this,” he gritted out. “It’s a suicide mission. Let me-” 

“No.” The word left your mouth firmly. You stood your ground, your eyes not wavering from his. “I have to do this alone. It’s the only way.” 

“No- it’s not.” Cassian took a step towards you, but you took a step back. You may as well have slapped him from the expression on his face. 

“It is.” You swallowed down the lump in your throat. “Mon Mothma asked specifically because I am capable. I am expendable. And you, Cassian? You’re not. They need you.” 

“What? What are you talking about? You can’t believe that.” Cassian’s voice grew heated with every word. “Don’t you know? There are people here who care about you.” 

“They’ll get over it.” You shrugged off, trying to make your way to the door. Cassian blocked your path standing directly in front of you. 

“How can you say these things?” He was grabbing your shoulders now, his fingers digging into them so harshly you were sure you would bruise. You could only stare at him dumbly. “You matter,” he took a breath, “you matter to me.” 

You weren’t sure what to say. You could only stare at him, his brown eyes meeting yours in a desperate plea. 

“Please,” he whispered, “don’t do this alone. We can do this together.” His hands left your shoulders and now cradled your face softly. His thumbs running along your cheeks. “I need you. I -” 

You stilled his hands and removed them from your face. “You’ll be okay, Cassian. Whatever it is you think you feel for me will pass. It’s fleeting.” You passed him towards the door. 

“I love you.” 

You paused in front of the door. 

“I love you. That won’t pass.” 

You fought every urge to turn around. Tears had already begun to fall. You swallowed, “I don’t love you.”

“You don’t mean that.” 

“Love won’t save us”, you replied. You turned your head to the side, eyes downcast, “Goodbye, Cassian.” 

You walked through the door, feeling it close behind you. You wouldn't break - not now. You had to see this through. 

You briskly walked through the halls of the base, rounding the corner you ran into Mon Mothma. 

“Lieutenant,” her expression was soft, full of concern. “Are you sure you want to go this alone? I’m sure Andor would be more than willing to join you. I still think the two of you would be able to get the job done.” 

“No, thank you.” You smiled at her the best you could. 

She nodded back. “Good luck, Lieutenant.” 

You waited until you could hear her footsteps drift away, before you let out a shaky breath. 

“I was not aware Cassian was supposed to join you on the mission.” 

Your eyes widened. 

“K-2, you can’t tell him.” You said desperately. Your eyes turning towards the droid. 

“You have a higher success rate if Cassian joins you. You only have a likelihood of 15.25% of success without-” 

“No. No he can’t come and you can’t tell him.” The droid merely looked at you. “You want to keep him safe right? That’s all I want. You can’t tell him - he can never know. Promise me, K-2.”

“I-”

“Promise me.” 

“Very well. Cassian will not know.” 

“Thank you,” you let out a shaky breath. “Keep him safe for me, will you?” 

“You are awfully demanding today.” 

You tried your best to not roll your eyes at the droid. 

“But I will look after him.” 

“Goodbye, K-2.” You didn’t wait for a reply before walking off. You headed towards the direction of your ship. You only needed to get much imperial codes. Something you had done countless times before. This time felt different. You knew it. It was why you had to do this alone. 

It was selfish and stupid, but you couldn’t lose him. You loved Cassian. You would keep him safe, even if it killed you. 

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Smoke filled your lungs as you struggled to drag yourself towards cover. Blood coated your mouth, but you wouldn’t give up. If this was really it, you wouldn’t go down without a fight. You blaster had been flung from your hands but you could see it just ahead. 

You let out a grunt as you narrowly escaped being hit with a blaster. Reaching out, your fingers grazed your blaster. Desperately, you reached for it as the sound of troopers grew nearer. 

Grabbing hold of your blaster, you flipped onto your back and fired away. You managed to hit two imperial troopers, still more troopers began to file in. 

Gritting your teeth, you prepared yourself. 

Through the smoke you could see the troopers turn around, distracted by something. Yelling and blaster fire surrounded the area until it became eerily quiet. 

Your arm was shaking from pain as you held your blaster up. You couldn’t see anything. 

A tall figure came closer to you, you gripped your blaster tightly. 

You let out a ragged breath, your eyes growing wide. 

“You promised-” you choked out. 

K-2SO stood clearly in front of you, Cassian running behind him to you. 

“You asked me to protect Cassian. By saving you, I save him.” 

You were left dumbstruck. Cassian slides down next to you, his eyes searching your body for your worst injuries. 

“Cassian,” you started, but the fierceness in his gaze stopped you.  

“You lied to me,” he bit out. 

“I did,” you hissed as his hands checked your leg wound. 

“We were supposed to come together.” 

“We were,” you breathed out. 

“You love me.” 

Your eyes met his, his brown eyes filled with worry. “I do. I love you, Cassian.” 

He pulled you close to him, holding you tightly as if you might disappear. “I can’t lose you,” his voice broke. 

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, “I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.” 

“We do this together,” he said firmly. “We get through this together.” 

 You could feel Cassian let out a small laugh. “I guess love did save you.” 

For now, you thought. You held onto Cassian and the thought of being together. That had to be enough for now.

[stardustvanfleet]

Backstage Baby (Jake Kiszka x Groupie!Reader)

SMUT. 18+ ONLY! MDNI!!!!!

PAIRING: Jake Kiszka x F!Reader

WORDS: 4k

WARNINGS: Dom!Jake. BASICALLY PWP. rough unprotected sex, edging, daddy kink, light choking (blink and you’ll miss it), mix of praise and degradation, nicknames (baby, princess, good girl, slut), my obsession with jake’s silver medallion, ending with flirtatious fluffy aftercare.

A/N: i’ve been writing band rpf for years, but this is my first gvf fic! ever since seeing them in boston on 9/15, i have literally been walking around in a daze, daydreaming about going backstage with jake……. and this is the result lmfao. title inspired by B-Side Baby by Adam Ant. i’m always looking for more gvf friends to discuss ideas with….. and also just cry and lose my mind with LMAO. anyway— i hope you enjoy! XO, li

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No matter how many times you saw Jake up there, he still made you breathless.

That furrowed concentration on his brow as his expert fingers flew across the strings… his hair falling across his shoulders… the way he would rock and grind against his guitar, glowing under the lights as sweat dripped down his forehead, his chest bare and slick from perspiration…

You didn’t really ever plan on becoming a groupie. The effect that Jake had on you had been intense enough long before you started following Greta Van Fleet around the country, before you’d even once thought you’d ever be in a room with him smaller than a stadium. But you hadn’t expected anything like the way things had actually gone. They had always said real life was stranger than fiction, but you had never thought its twists and turns could be this earth-shattering.

It had started with the eye contact. The first few times it happened, you couldn’t be sure if you were imagining things, your head perhaps fuzzy from the thrill of numerous front-row nights in a row… but when Jake crouched down and leaned towards you mid-solo, his eyes meeting yours with a jolt of electricity, a wicked smirk on his face, you realized with a heart-stopping shudder that no, you hadn’t been imagining his eyes on you.

Those looks would intensify as the tour continued. He’d always somehow find you in the front row, letting his cool and confident gaze rest on you as he played, just long enough to leave you squeezing your thighs together involuntarily. One night, you had been approached by a stagehand, who simply passed you a note with directions to an afterparty, and even though the note had no signature, something deep down told you exactly who it had been from.

That was your first night with Jake, and you had left the next morning with aching legs that felt like jelly. Since then, every night had been fucking cinematic.

Tonight was no exception. It had been damn near impossible to take your eyes off of Jake before you’d even had any opportunity to speak to him, but now, knowing exactly what he was able to do to your body, how fucking incredible he could make you feel… seeing him like that onstage made you positively throb throughout the show, taking all of your energy just to keep your composure.

As the concert winded down, you slipped out of the pit up front, making your way to the backstage entrance. The security guards, who recognized you by now— still an odd feeling — let you in. You headed towards where you now knew the band would be coming down once they left the stage, your heart already pounding with anticipation, heat already beginning to pool between your thighs. You took a deep breath, tugging on the hem of your top, which you had intentionally chosen due to its short length: you loved the way it highlighted the curves of your waist and hips, and hoped Jake would too.

And, as always, once they emerged, it seemed as though everything was happening at once– pulling out earpieces, handing off instruments and passing equipment along – but your eyes were only on Jake, and, you realized with a shudder that wracked your entire body, his were on you.

Once his guitar had been handed off, Jake wasted no time in heading right towards you, grabbing your wrist, and leading you down the hall. He didn’t need to say anything; you knew exactly where he was taking you, and you instantly felt a wave of overwhelming desire wash over your every inch. It was truly absurd how little he had to do to turn you on.

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He pulled you into his dressing room, and immediately pushed your back up against the closing door. Jake’s large hands pinned your shoulders against it, a soft clicking sound occurring as the door locked automatically. His lips collided sloppily with yours, kissing you with a hunger that sent your head spinning, sparks of heat igniting deep within your core.

When he finally pulled back, grazing your bottom lip with his teeth as he did so, a shiver went down your spine, and it took you far longer than intended to regain composure and open your eyes. When you did, his heavy-lidded dark eyes were on you, pupils blown wide with desire. The dominance behind his expression was enough to cause an involuntary whimper to escape you, the sound of which brought out a smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“So needy today… What a dirty girl,” he said, his tone dripping with authority, making your knees immediately weaken. His eyes never left yours as he continued teasing, knowing by now what it did to you. He leaned in, making sure you got his next few words right in your ear. “You wanna get fucked tonight? Hm?” His voice was low and seductive, leaving one hand on your shoulder to keep you pinned to the wall, while his other one stroked first down your arm, then back up, your skin lighting up under his touch. As his body pressed up against yours, you could feel him, rock-hard and throbbing against your thigh, the sensation almost overwhelming as you found yourself nodding your head as hard as you could, already difficult to find the words.

That wasn’t enough, though, not for Jake. The hand that had been stroking up and down your bare arms moved abruptly to your jaw, holding it firmly in place so his gaze was locked on yours. “I asked you a question, princess.” Your lower lip trembled desperately as Jake tilted his head ever so slightly, his expression and tone just the right amount of patronizing as his hips began to roll at a slow but steady pace against you, breathing out, “You want this cock?”

“Yes, fuck,” you managed, already feeling lightheaded at just his words and close proximity.

“There you go,” he chuckled condescendingly at the sound of you using your words for the first time. He continued to rock up against your thigh, letting the hand on your jaw slide to your throat, but not lingering there too long, not giving you yet what he knew you wanted— just staying long enough to drag his long fingers down the sensitive skin of your neck, as if examining every inch of you. What a fucking tease.

“Jake, please,” you found yourself begging, taking your free hand and gripping the lapel of his black jacket— all he was wearing over his tanned, sweaty torso, which had been making your head spin all night— “I’m so fucking hot for you. So fucking wet for you. I want you so bad, please…”

The sound of your desperation made a low sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl rumble in Jake’s throat, and if your panties weren’t soaked through already, that alone would have been enough to get you there.

Your begging had satisfied him, for now. Jake finally released his grip, freeing you from your position pinned up against the door, only to lead you over to the white leather couch in the corner of the room. Before having you sit, however, there were two things that needed to be done. First of all, he shrugged his black jacket off from his shoulders, throwing it to the floor behind him, leaving him standing before you in nothing but those sinfully tight pants and that silver necklace that drove you wild. Through your lightheadedness, you could tell how horny he was, too— his pants left almost nothing to the imagination, and the sight of the achingly large bulge straining against the tight black fabric was making your head swim, to say nothing of the heat between your thighs.

That was when he lowered himself just enough that his lips were in line with the top button of your jeans, and you felt all breath leave your body as he looked wickedly up at you. Going slowly enough to make you squirm, but not so slowly that you’d protest, Jake unzipped your bell bottoms. His gaze never left yours as he pulled them down your legs, revealing inch after inch of your skin to him, his tongue flicking out across his own bottom lip hungrily as he watched himself undress you— this gorgeous present, all his to unwrap.

As you had anticipated, your light pink panties were so soaked they had been rendered essentially useless as a means of covering you up, and the feeling of Jake’s eyes devouring the sight of your pussy through them were only making you wetter.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out, his eyes glancing up to meet yours for a moment before looking right back down at the burning heat between your legs. After a second or two of him just looking intently— as if committing the sight to memory— he spoke, saying, “Drives me fucking crazy…” as one of his hands found its way to the inside of your calf, stroking slowly up, further and further, “...how fucking wet you get for me, before I’ve even touched you. Goddamn.”

“Jake, please,” you begged again, your voice cracking a bit as you spread your legs to give him easier access to your inner thigh, his long fingers stroking and massaging you only centimeters from where you needed his touch the most. “I need your fingers… I need them… please.”

Your final “please” had such an undertone of neediness, desperation, it must’ve been exactly what Jake had been looking for-– and immediately, your eyes rolled back into your head as his long middle finger began to stroke deliciously up and down your clothed slit. He started at your entrance to gather your wetness through your panties, then slid upwards and flattened his fingertip out, letting the pad of the digit trace tight circles over your throbbing clit. Immediately upon the contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, you cried out, clapping a hand over your own mouth as you, in a cloud of arousal, watched Jake play with your pussy from his position between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours as he kept up his steady, rhythmic circular motions.

Time seemed to stop for what could have been seconds or minutes as Jake massaged your clit and teased your entrance through your dripping panties, and it was only when your eyes were watering and whimpers were falling from your lips that he pulled his hand back, the loss of contact making you let out an involuntary whine.

But once his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties, you realized he wasn’t teasing any longer— he was escalating. The thought made you shudder as he tugged the soaked scrap of fabric down your legs, Jake’s face flushed with heat, that gorgeous hair of his falling across his shoulders and sticking to his forehead.

Once your panties were off, he tossed them to the side, standing up and leaving you trembling on the leather couch as his hands moved down to his own waistband, his eyes meeting yours and his tongue once again swiping across his bottom lip hungrily. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he moved to pull his pants down— which, at this point, were pornographically tight— and, Jesus Christ, he looked angelic as they came off. His skin was glowing with sweat, and warm light from the dressing room’s lamps was glinting off the silver medallion around his neck. When he took his cock out, you let out yet another involuntary whimper.

Hard and thick, the tip already glistening with his arousal, just the sight of it made your mouth water. He wrapped his hand around his length, beginning to pump it up and down just slightly as he lowered himself onto the couch next to you, watching with blown-out pupils as you pulled your crop top over your head, revealing to Jake that you hadn’t worn a bra underneath it, your tits bouncing free. The realization made him growl under his breath between strokes of his cock, groaning, “Fuck… you do that for me?” Your nod made him groan all over again, rasping out, “Mmmm… you’re such a dirty girl… C’mere.”

The simple command was all you needed, giving into your desire and practically pushing yourself against his slick, toned body. The feeling of his hot skin against yours alone made you moan out loud as Jake’s hands found your hips, pulling you into his lap. Once you were straddling him, you were so close to his cock that you felt entirely lightheaded, knowing that if you rocked forward, your clit would get the most incredible friction rubbing up against his length…

But you didn’t have to do anything yourself. Before you could organize your thoughts, Jake was kissing you again, messy and filthy, his tongue and teeth everywhere, his mouth moving sloppily from your lips to your neck and back again, and suddenly you hadn’t any thoughts left at all beyond Jake, his hands, his body, and the feeling of his cold silver medallion pressing up against the skin of your breasts— grazing your nipple, making you gasp into his mouth, eliciting a dark chuckle form the man beneath you.

One of his hands took yours and guided it to his cock, and when your fingers wrapped around the velvety skin of his length the both of you shuddered in unison. Jake’s mouth immediately dropped open from the pleasure, murmuring another, “Fuck, princess,” his other hand slipping between your legs to start toying with your clit again. It didn’t take long for your legs to start to tremble. You were aching for him to fill you up.

You both worked each other like this for a minute or two, eyes growing more half-lidded and cheeks flushing ever pinker as you built up to the main event. Finally, after what seemed an achingly long time, Jake finally spoke, words coming in between his heavy panting that was making your whole body tremble.

“You want it, baby? You want this cock right now? You want Daddy to fuck you like the cute little slut you are?”

You moaned so desperately you hardly recognized your own voice. He always knew exactly when to bring things up a notch, and how. You were nodding your head before you could even speak, finally finding the words to beg, “Please, Daddy. I need it, I need your cock,” staring at him with lust-blown doe eyes.

Jake let out a true growl this time, and sat back further, spreading his legs wide, his cock thick and hard and waiting, your wetness all over his thigh from where you had been straddling him. When he spoke again, his voice was low and authoritative. “Then sit on this fucking dick.”

The sound that left your lips in response to his words was something beyond desperation. With trembling thighs, you positioned yourself over Jake as he gave his cock another couple strokes, lining himself up at your entrance, and saying lowly, hotly, “Look at me.”

You obliged without even having to think, and with your eyes on each other, taking in every little change in expression, you started lowering yourself onto him. Slowly but surely, you felt every single inch of his hard cock stretching you out, and as you took all of him as deep as possible, you made sure to keep your eyes right on his as your mouth fell open. He loved to see what he was doing to you.

He only waited a moment, giving you enough time to grab onto his shoulders for leverage, but not enough time to catch your breath, before his hands found your hips. His fingernails dug into your skin, something sexy, dangerous, and dark in his eyes that you instantly recognized. Oh. There would be no working slowly into things tonight. Tonight, Jake was entirely in control.

Roughly, quickly, he lifted you by the hips, before pushing you right back down onto his cock, making you cry out in ecstasy. It was only a moment before he lifted you right back up again, then shoving you back down onto him, giving you no rest from the sudden and overwhelming pleasure. His sense of timing, perfected from years of playing guitar, was more obvious than ever as he started to build up a rhythm that was dizzying in its relentless repetition. The way he was filling you up felt so fucking good, and it only intensified when Jake began to fuck up into you while pressing you down onto him, getting deeper and deeper with every thrust. You couldn’t hold back anymore, starting to moan out his name as he fucked you.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Jake groaned out, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead onto his chest, “Such a good girl… taking my cock so fucking well. Goddamn. So fuckin’ filthy.”

“Fuck, fuck, thank you, Daddy,” you were moaning, broken sounds falling nonstop from your lips as Jake slammed his cock into you, but when your eyes threatened to roll back into your head, he once again took your jaw in his large hand, forcing your gaze to stay on his.

“I told you to keep your fucking eyes on me when I fuck you.”

You whimpered, biting your lip, Jake’s relentless pounding hitting you right where it felt the best, the angle at which he was fucking you giving him perfect access to your sweet spot.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, fuck, fuck, don’t stop!” you begged, the combination of his cock filling you up and that low, sexy voice of his right in your ear completely emptying your mind of any other thoughts besides how fucking good he was making you feel.

Jake was speeding up now, and it was getting harder and harder for you to keep your eyes on him with the pleasure building so intensely within you. You knew you were close, and his labored gasps and breathless growls made it clear that he wasn’t far behind.

“Fuck, baby… that perfect pussy… she’s gripping me so fuckin’ tight,” he was groaning against you, and you were nodding desperately and moaning out obscenities, tears forming in your eyes from the unyielding ecstasy. One of your arms was still around his shoulders, while the other had a white-knuckled grip on his silver necklace as you rolled your hips in time with his thrusts.

He must’ve been able to tell you were close by the way your thighs began to shake, the way your moans turned into desperate, tiny whimpers, because you didn’t even have to say a word before Jake sucked his pointer and middle fingers into his mouth, getting them nice and slick before lowering them to trace tight circles onto your clit.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was all so much; so deliciously overstimulating— Jake’s cock deep in your pussy, his fingers working your clit just right, his dark eyes looking at you so intently that even the act of him simply watching you as you fell apart felt so fantastically filthy and sinful.

“Does my little slut wanna cum?” Jake growled through gritted teeth, still thrusting up into you as he managed one of those patronizing smirks that drove you wild, “Not yet. Not until I say so.”

You let out a desperate whine, whimpering weakly, “Jake— fuck, please, Daddy.” Every word took all of your focus and energy to stammer out, with Jake surrounding what felt like every inch of your body, from his cock pumping in and out of you, to his fingers on your clit, and the heat of his skin against yours.

“Be a good girl now,” he continued between grunts, fucking you deep and hard, his lust-blown eyes never once leaving yours, “I’m gonna count down. Then… and only then… you cum on my fucking cock.”

You managed to make the only sound you could— a whimper that sounded so pathetic and slutty you hardly recognized your own voice. Trying to find words now would be hopeless. It was all so much. It felt so fucking good. Tears began to spill from your eyes as Jake’s thick cock slammed against your g-spot over and over again, in perfect time with his calloused fingers relentlessly circling your clit.

He chuckled condescendingly. You could tell— he knew you were too fucked out to answer him.

“Here we go, princess… five…”

You were trembling, moments away from the edge, utilizing every bit of energy you had left to hold off the orgasm that threatened to overtake you any second.

“Four… three…”

You could barely breathe. Every sensation, every feeling, was layered on top of one other. The pressure on your clit. Jake’s eyes, watching you unravel. The feeling of his cock swelling inside of you as he pounded into your cunt. His other hand still gripping your hip for leverage, surely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingerprints.

“Two…”

He leaned right in, giving you a look so fucking intense and hungry that you felt yourself go lightheaded, that heat building, building… so close, so fucking close… he just had to say…

“One. Cum for me. Fucking cum.”

The moment the command left his lips, it was all over. The white-hot coil within you snapped, and your body was overtaken with bliss, shaking uncontrollably as you clenched down onto him, the feeling of your release all around him making Jake groan out a pornographic, “Oh, fuck.”

He kept up his pace as he fucked you and worked your clit through your orgasm, repeatedly biting his lower lip in concentration as he groaned out, “That’s it, baby, give it to me, soak my fucking cock.” The pleasure was dizzying, damn near overwhelming, and through your haze it was impossible to tell for just how long he helped prolong your climax while chasing his own.

With a delicious moan and a string of obscenities, Jake pulled out of your cunt just in time, thrusting into his hand and covering your stomach in his cum. Even through your post-orgasmic haze, the sight of him cumming all over you was so incredibly filthy you found yourself whimpering all over again, watching him through glazed-over eyes as he rode out his high.

When you both finally collapsed onto each other, panting, covered in sweat and cum, Jake groaned out a breathless, “Holy fuck,” before taking his hand and running it through your hair. There was a tenderness in his gaze and a softness in his tone as he asked, “Are you okay, baby?”

You nodded, slowly but surely coming back down to Earth. When you managed a dazed grin, he chuckled a little, smirking affectionately. He leaned in to press a kiss to your lips— this one far more gentle, but no less passionate. When Jake pulled back, he breathed out, “That was so fucking hot, baby… goddamn. You’re something else.”

You felt a blush creep up in your cheeks as he stroked your hair, then your back, his tender touches grounding you as you caught your breath against his chest. It was only after a good long while, once the stickiness on your stomachs became too much to bear, that he helped you to your feet, your thighs already feeling a familiar ache, knees still wobbling a bit. By now, you had found your words, and you thanked him, giggling shyly despite yourself.

He wrapped a plush towel around you, cleaning you up as best as he could, grabbing another towel for himself. It was after this, though, that he spoke.

“Come back to the hotel with me tonight.”

His words took you by surprise. Yes, you’d been to his hotel rooms before— but generally, you’d head there in order to fuck, not after it already had taken place. He must’ve been able to read your expression, because he continued, “I wanna take care of you, baby. It’s the least I can do… there’s a jacuzzi, we can get a nice bath going for you… and there’s a king-sized bed…”

And… you were blushing again. Of course.

You chewed on your bottom lip with nervous excitement, your heart already starting to beat faster. “Jake… that sounds perfect.” He smiled at you, looking utterly radiant, and you felt butterflies in your stomach all over again as he put his arm around you. “C’mon, gorgeous… let’s get you some of my clothes to put on. I’ve got a sweatshirt in here somewhere…”

As you melted into his touch, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. The night was only just beginning.

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A/N: thank you so so much for reading!! i would absolutely love to hear your thoughts either in the notes or through tumblr DMs. my ask box is always open for filthy thoughts, and i’m always looking for more gvf friends to discuss with 🥰 i’m also starting a taglist for any new fics i post, so be sure to let me know if you want to be added! XO, li

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

The history of the colour turquise

Uma stands at the command bridge of her ship, idly playing with the charms on her teal jacket, and thinking about nothing, until her mind drifts away, to the day she had decided to step from her mother’s colours and claim her own.

It had been a long ago: Back when Uma still wore her mother’s colours, and her wild hair tucked under a bandana instead of a pirate hat. Back when they used to run with Mal and Jay, she and Harry.

They were thick as thieves, the four of them, always getting into some sort of trouble – that was the way of the Isle in general, but the Isle’s criminals didn’t take kindly to tiny Villain brats running under their feet. Which is, of course, exactly what they were doing.

Well, that, and pickpocketing.

Figures.

They were good at it, too, always managing to slip off into the Isle’s shadows and away until they could giggle over their treasures together.

(The Facilier shadow witches were barely old enough to toddle back then, she thinks.)

Of course, they would lose the things soon, distracted by something else, little as they were, or to their parents, which Uma still shudders about to this day. The Villains were a lot of things, but caring parents, they were not.

Occasionally, Harriet would join in for a while, to get out of the port like her and Harry, or to steal the trinkets from Harry – siblings love at its finest. They still do that, the Hook siblings, Uma knows, except now CJ is in the mix, which just makes things all the more interesting.

Uma would know: she had watched Harry retrieve a pair of her earrings that somehow found its way up to the belltower of Frollo’s church.

She is pretty sure Claudine was involved, one way or another.

But either way, back then, it was a day like any other, on the Isle: Dark and overcast, with the vague forecast of imminent death. Uma was wearing a black leather jacket, liberated from some poor soul or another that drowned in the port, and in turn, the jacket was drowning her. Not literally, of course, Uma could not drown, but still. The crudely drawn octopus which Mal sprayed on a few days back did barely anything to make the jacket feel hers; they were unwanted kids leading stolen lives, even back then.

Uma thinks they always knew it.

They were playing in the cemetery that day, but eventually had gotten bored of playing tag in between the graves, or hide-and-seek: They fit into the darkness like they were born into it, but they knew each other's tells too well.

Mal always tended to hide near the rose bushes, and Jay loved getting high up. And Harry, well, Harry rarely got out of her sight, really, even in those games. She almost smiles, remembering that.

But they’ve left the graveyard, for better or worse, it was far too close to the school anyway – It was before Dr Facilier snapped and forced Captain Hook to establish another school, if he wants his kids to have education: Exact words were „Nope. One of your kids is enough. I’m glad you appreciate education, but I’M NOT DEALING WITH THAT.“ End quote.

The Hook siblings always did have a way of getting into people’s heads.

So, to the marketplace it was: Harry and Jay raced ahead, while Uma and Mal went down through the Isle’s dark alleys, their black and purple blending in almost perfectly.

Uma is not really sure what went on that day: She thinks maybe Mal wanted to check on Maddy, or maybe she had wanted to walk by the Queen of Hearts’ vacant front of a salon – never used – to marvel at the fascinating remains of Wonderland.

But either way, they were headed to the market, just – a bit later, you know. Fashionably late.

Late enough that when they arrived, the marketplace was in chaos. Uma despised it, a chaos that she hadn’t caused, but maybe, she thought, Harry and Jay just didn’t wait for them and had some fun. That’d be acceptable.

Except, that was not what happened: Mal had scaled a stand selling scarves and whatanot, to the immense exasperation of the shopkeep that neither of the girls really cared about. Uma remembers snapping at the woman – all but throwing a tantrum, in retrospect – and trailing her hands around the bright fabricks as she waited for Mal to say if she had seen the boys.

She had not, in the end, and Uma had long since decided it was another thing she could hold against the fae. The few extra moments it’d take her to find Harry that day.

She had heard him before she had seen him, yelling her name. She saw him then, in the crowd, looking utterly frantic and lost: she yelled back at him, kept hoping he’s see her: He looked around, but his eyes: She had grown familiar with that look since.

He wasn’t seeing much in that moment.

But still, she had kept hoping, little as she were, that he’d notice her as she weaved through the crowd.

He didn’t, of course he didn‘t.

Finally, she got through to him, tapped his shoulder to startle him into noticing her.

„Uma–“

She didn’t have time to reply before he wrapped himself around her in a hug and held on for dear life. (She had few bruises from that day, but if they came from Harry, she never held it against him.)

„Let’s go out of here,“ she said and practically dragged him away, until they reached a semi-deserted alley. Still, she didn’t let go of his hand.

„Are you– Are you okay?“ she stuttered, knowing she shouldn’t ask that question, shouldn’t look like she cares.

Well, fuck that pretense.

He had tears in his eyes then, the irises wide in – terror? Panic? And Uma had tried to forget that expression few times.

She is not sure what he answered, after all the years, but she knows he had turned the question immediately back at her, and then: „I couldn’t see you there. I couldn‘t find you–“

„I was right there,“ she lied back then.

She was not, not for a while, and then, she was too late. He wouldn’t notice her, just another small body, another figure clad in black in a sea of them. Of course he couldn’t find her there.

„I’m right there,“ she repeated. She’d like to believe she had hugged him at this point, but, memory is a good liar.

They went back to the port without bothering to say bye to Mal and Jay that day, and quickly after, Uma disappeared into the centre proper again.

She had gone shopping: bright teal shawl and a jacket, that went against everything she was ever taught: Don’t be seen. Hide. Work from the shadows.

But – Harry would never not see her in the crowd again, and for Uma, that is what matters, even after all these years.

Not the ugly fight she had with Mal over it – they fight the way only unwanted daughters of Villains could, and both came out bloody – but this.

The way Harry says her name, the way he calls her his Captain.

She smiles at that.

„What’s so funny, my northern star?“ her first mate asks.

This.

This was worth throwing the security of her mother’s colours away.

His northern star – he had given her that nickname a while ago, claiming she always gave him direction, purpose: he had been terribly sappy that night. But Uma didn’t mind. She would gladly do that for him, had done since they were kids.

„Nothing,“ she says, still unable to stop smiling.

„If you say so–“ He doesn’t look like he believes her, and so, she draws him in for a kiss: Maybe to change his mind, maybe just because she can