#usually when i have them I can't breathe and J

[sirnica]

So, these are panic attacks and not low blood sugar.

Good to know.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Our Future ~ MYG JJK

⤜WORD COUNT: 2.5K

⤜PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader x Jungkook

⤜GENRE: SMUT MINORS DNI!!!! This is honestly pure smut, some fluff as well, it’s been so long since I wrote smut, I hope this is okay! Breeding kink, praise, threesome, double pen, somnophilia (CONSENTED) overstimulation, aftercare for reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

TRIGGER WARNING: Includes the mention of/act of Somnophillia between consenting parties, please don’t read if this is something you’re not comfortable with. . Double Penetration (One hole)

Your eyes glanced over at Yoongi as you drank in his appearance, trying to decide if this was the right time to have this conversation with him and Jungkook, both of their faces unreadable as you stared over at them.

"Hey, I have something I've been thinking about," You began, your voice tentative but filled with determination, it was something you'd been thinking long and hard about for a while and you knew they had as well.

All three of you had been together for almost six years now and you wanted to take the next step in your relationship, starting a family together but it was harder said than done. Jungkook and Yoongi turned to her, their eyes attentive and encouraging, they always supported you no matter what.

"I've been thinking a lot about the future, about us," You continued, nervously playing with the sleeves of your sweater trying to gather the courage as you stared over at them both. The two of them leaned closer to you, smiling encouragingly at you. 

"And I realised that I want to have a child. I want us to have a child together." Jungkook's eyes softened, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth at the thought of having a miniature version of you running around the house, it was something he'd thought about as well. Yoongi, who was normally a little laid back seemed to have a certain sparkle of excitement as he leaned forward and his eyes brightened.

"A kid? That's an amazing idea, Yn!" Your eyes widened a little as you felt something lift from your chest, the worry of them not wanting this quickly wiping from your thoughts and filled with determination to do this together. Jungkook smirked as he eyed you up, your body heating up a little at the sudden attention that you were getting from him. 

"How do you plan we do that?" Jungkook chuckled softly as he moved closer to you, your heart already racing and your palms sweating. 

"Both of you fuck a baby into me," Your voice came out huskier than usual and it didn't go unnoticed by either of them as Yoongi came to join you on the sofa, his lips already finding your neck and leaving small kisses on your exposed skin.

"Is our little princess that needy for a baby?" He smirks, his breath catching on your ear as you let out a small whine, nodding your head. You knew better than to hide what you wanted from either of them, there was no judgement between all of you, ever.

"I think that was a yes, but I can't be sure unless she uses her words," Jungkook uttered in your ear, biting down on your ear softly as you let out a strangled moan at the attention you were getting from the two of them.

"Gods, I want you both to fuck a baby into me." You plead with them both, Yoongi's hand made their way to your thighs, spreading them slowly as he trailed them higher and higher but not close enough to your aching core just yet.

"Don't stop until we're all dead on our feet." You breathed out a soft moan as Jungkook's hand landed on your other thigh and began to follow Yoongi's hand until they met. Neither of them touched you where you needed them most.

"Are you sure about that?" Yoongi whispered, his fingers gently stroking over your already-soaked underwear, smirking as he felt your hips twitch.

"P-Please." You whimper at them, your head spinning as you beg for more from them,

"Even when I'm asleep...J-Just keep going," Fucking you in your sleep, or when you were close to sleeping was something the three of you had been doing for a while and it was something you all enjoyed so it wasn't anything new to hear the request fall from your lips.

"Our girl is so needy," Yoongi whispered to Jungkook as he began kissing and sucking on your neck, your back arching a little as you whimpered at him.

"You're so wet baby and we've barely even started, yet," Jungkook whispered, his fingers slowly rubbing your clit in circles as your head rolled back against the sofa. Curse words fell from your lips as you attempted to rock your hips to gain more friction from him, but Yoongi merely held your hips in place.

"Now, now, we have all day to fuck a baby into you, we should have some fun first." Jungkook chuckled but you shook your head, 

"Need you both, now." You hiss at them, you would have loved their teasing games any other time but you were desperate tonight.

"I need you so bad," You mewled out, your hips rocking against Jungkook's fingers as he exchanged a glance at Yoongi. A silent exchange happened before they both nodded

"Bedroom," Yoongi growled out, watching in amusement as you practically sprinted up the stairs, leaving clothes in your wake making the two of them chuckle.

"We're in for a very good day." Yoongi chuckled before running up the stairs after you.

Clothes were shredded around the room, your legs wrapped around Yoongi's waist as you kissed him hungrily.

"We're going to fuck your perfect little pussy until it's bursting, princess." Yoongi chuckled deeply, his cock rubbing against your bare core as you let out a small whimper, desperately trying to roll your hips for more.

"Please," You begged, your hands finding Jungkook's cock as he kneeled beside you on the bed, your eyes locked onto him as you began pumping him slowly, twisting your wrist ever so slightly as he let out a low moan of your name.

"You're playing dirty, baby girl." Yoongi breathed in your ear before slamming into you. Your hand on Jungkook froze as you let out a strangled moan of Yoongi's name, your head thrown back against the pillows as Yoongi moaned your name out.

"Shit, princess. Did you get tighter?" He grunts, slowly pulling all of the way out of you, only to slam back in, hitting that one spot that made your head spin. Your moans filled the bedroom as you looked over at Jungkook who was roughly pumping his own dick, moans slipping from his lips as he watched you,

"You're so fucking wet, you know that?" Yoongi grinned, looking down between you as he felt your juices leak all the way down his cock, earning a groan from him as he continued to pump in and out of you.

"Are you that desperate for this, baby?" Yoongi he cooed in your ear, his thrusts only getting rougher as he fucked you, hitting your cervix with each thrust making it harder for you to keep your moans in.

"Oh god...Fuck!" You scream out as he increases his speed, reaching between you and rubbing your clit as your hips bucked up a little your walls tightening around him as you felt your orgasm fast approaching you. 

"Y-Yoongi," You cry out as you squeeze around his cock, your legs shakily heavily,

"That's it, baby," Yoongi moans as he pumps in and out of you faster, the sounds coming from you only encouraging him as he pounds into you. His fingers once again rubbed against your clit as you cried out, your eyes finding Jungkook's and you could already tell he was holding back his own orgasm, 

"F-Fuck please, please cum." You beg both of them, but Jungkook shakes his head at you only for Yoongi to increase his speed with a loud growl escaping him,

"Yoongi!" You cry out as a second orgasm washes over you, your walls tightening around him for a second time finally pushing him over the edge as he grunted loudly. His body stiffened as he pushed into you needily almost as if it was just his body taking over as he pumped into you. You could feel him filling you up as you let out a small whimper, squirming beneath him as he glanced at Jungkook.

"Your turn," He groans as Jungkook comes to kneel between your legs, his eyes finding yours as you nod letting him know it was okay. Once Yoongi pulled out of you, you whimpered at the loss but it was quickly replaced as Jungkook pushed his way into you, his head rolling back at the warmth of you.

"Shit, Yn. You feel so fucking good," He moans out, his hips slowly starting to move as you tightened around his cock, moans slipping from your lips as you look up at him. You already knew he was close since he had been masturbating beside you and you smirked, squeezing around him as he grunted.

"D-Don't...I-I won't last," He pleads needily with you but you smirked, rocking your hips up to him.

"Please, Kookie." You moan out, your head rolling back as Yoongi sucked on your tits, your walls squeezing Jungkook as he slowly pushed in and out of you, his mind reeling. He wanted to make this last but it was hard when he'd almost blown his load watching you get fucked already.

"We can go again, please." You plead, it was enough to tip him over the edge, his hips jutting as he came into you, your head rolling back again with a smile on your face.

"B-Both of you." You whimper to them as Jungkook slowly pulls out of you, watching you as you giggle over at him.

"Please." It wasn't the first time both of them had been in you at the same time but it was something that rarely happened since it took a lot out of you.

"You sure?" Jungkook whispered as he looked at you, you pulled him to lay down beside you before kneeling above him and nodding your head.

"Fuck, I'm so sure." You giggle, your voice seductive as Jungkook carefully took hold of your hips and pulls you down on top of his hard cock, fully sinking you down onto him as he lets out a grunt.

"You're so tight and warm." He whimpers needily making you giggle. Yoongi stilled you, holding your hips while he teased his tip against your entrance.

"Nice and slow, okay, princess?" Yoongi whispered as he slowly started to inch himself inside of you, your fingers curling tightly on the sheets.

"O-Okay." You hiss out, but Yoongi pulls back scared that he was hurting you but you moan out, grabbing his hips and shaking your head.

"W-Wait! Do that...D-Do that again," YOu breathe, holding perfectly still as he sinks himself back into you, your head rolling back against his shoulder.

"Fuck yes." You cry out, a smile spreading all over your face as the pleasure hits you. The feeling of both of them inside of you at once is overwhelming but not breaking you as you rock yourself a little. Jungkooks moans filling the room as he grins up at you,

"You like that, princess?" He asked, pushing into you as you arched your back, your fingers digging into Jungkook's chest softly

"More!...Oh god, please, more." You whimper, not caring how desperate you sound crying both of their names out. Yoongi rolled his hips again, smirking at you.

"Taking us both so well, princess," He whispered to you, kissing your neck softly.

"Just like you always do," The praise fell easily from his lips as you bathed in it, your hips moving a little faster in encouragement.

"Fuck, make her do that again." Jungkook pleads, Yoongi grabbed your ass as he thrust into you softly, pushing into you as Jungkook pulled out, both of them falling into a steady yet opposite rhythm of one another.

"You take us so well, princess." Yogi moans out as you clench around them both, whimpering as you cry out their names. 

"You wanna cum like this for us?" Jungkook moans out, his fingers finding your clit as he began to rub circles into it, your head practically spinning as you nodded.

"YES! God yes," You cry out, loudly, rocking faster on them both.

"Need to cum so bad." You whine out, tears rolling down your face as you feel your orgasm so close to you, the coil in your stomach winding almost too tight.

"Need it," You whimper looking at Jungkook who practically loses it at the sight of you. That was all it took as you finally came around him, your walls spasming around him as you cried out loudly.

"Fuck," Jungkook groans throwing his head back as he pours himself into you, followed quickly but Yoongi who grunted thrusting deeper into you as he spilled his own load into you. 

The three of you lay there for a second, whimpering a little as Yoongi slipped out of you, laying you down against the bed between him and Jungkook. 

"A-Again." You whispered tiredly, not wanting to give in to the tiredness already taking over your body, the boys chuckled heartily as they eyed you up.

"You sure you can handle it, baby, you look like you're about to drop to sleep." Yoongi ran his hand over your soft skin as you nodded, your eyes barely even open at this point but he smirked running his hands up your thighs.

"Please...I want it," You moan rubbing your body against his as he lets out a small growl, readying himself once again before pushing into you.

After a long night and multiple orgasms, the boys were finally spent, dropping beside you as they laughed tiredly, your eyes fluttering shut once again as you fell asleep in the middle of them.

"I'll get her a warm towel," Jungkook whispered as Yoongi stood up, the two of them getting to work on your aftercare, even if you weren't awake for it. 

They gently washed your thighs and core, being gentle enough not to wake you as you whimpered softly in your sleep, letting your thighs spread easily as they continued to clean.

"She's going to be sore in the morning, let's make sure we have some cream ready," Yoongi nodded over to the drawer where you all kept your aftercare products and Jungkook began to leave everything out for the morning.

"She needs to pee before she sleeps, we don't want to risk her getting sick," He added and Yoongi nodded, he knew his younger friend was right but the thought of waking you up tore him up inside. Sighing against his better judgement he nudged you, carefully carrying you to the bathroom so you could pee before heading back to bed.

"I don't want to know which one of us is the father," Yoongi said as he stared down at the ultrasound in your hands. It had been months of trying and trying until you were finally blessed with a small bundle of joy. None of you wanted to know who was the actual father since in your eyes both of them were.

"You both are," You giggle, even if it wasn't scientifically possible it didn't matter to you. The two of them were going to make incredible dads. Jungkook was already building a crib in the corner of the room.

"I'm going to make sure everything is ready," Jungkook said as he looked over at the two of you, smirking as he saw his whole future sat in one spot together.

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[jeannineee]

nsfw alphabet: satoru gojo

warnings: obv nsfw under the cut. Minors go away.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

listen...he's normally just as exhausted as you are after sex. but he'll absolutely clean you up and cuddle with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on himself, he's proud of his entire body, honestly. but he especially likes his abs. would not be against you riding them honestly

on you, he likes your neck. kissing it, marking it. will occasionally wrap his hand around it, just to watch your eyes roll back.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ususally cums inside you, but something about your chest does it for him too. just seeing his release painted on your skin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

this probably comes as a shock to no one, but he would not mind subbing for you; giving you the control in the bedroom.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

be for real. he's canonically not the most experienced with women, but he definitely knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

cowgirl!! he loves watching you struggle to take him, and he can thrust up into you if you start to get tired.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

while he can be serious during sex, he's usually very teasing and will crack jokes, but not to the extent of ruining the mood.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

yes the carpet matches the drapes and yes he keeps it very trimmed. he simply prefers it that way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i know a lot of people perceive him as this childish baby but satoru can be veryyyy intimate. i'm talking candles, flower petals on the bed, massages, etc. he's a lover boy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

masturbated very regularly before you, and still does it occasionally after meeting you--usually only when the two of you are away from each other for an extended period of time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

oh boy!!

orgasm control (edging and overstimulation) both ways!! sensory deprivation, temperature play, breath play, bondage, breeding. praise and a liiiitle degradation. exhibitionism. with lots of communication, he'd be down for some dom/sub dynamics in the bedroom. (again, both ways. this man is a switch.)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

literally anywhere. he has no shame. empty classroom, bathroom at a restaurant, your car, etc. he will take you anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

it doesn't take much for him, but your touch especially gets him going. resting your hand on his knee, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i can't imagine him being into sadism. he's miiiight be a bit of a masochist though. wouldn't want to hurt you in any way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's almost torn. almost. but for him, nothing beats the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

typically leans towards fast and rough, but also knows when to slow it down.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

yes yes and yes. any time, any place.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

again, yes. won't literally have sex in broad daylight, but definitely gets off on the idea that someone could catch you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

unfortunately for you (or at least unforunately for the lower half of your body) satoru has a looooot of stamina. can literally go until the sun comes up and the birds are singing.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

uh duh. mostly basic stuff like vibrators and handcuffs. but is also down to try anything you want.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he is absolutely the biggest tease and is so whiny when you give him a taste of his own medicine. you can have him begging rather easily.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he is very, very vocal. moaning, whining, whimpering. very much a talker. like almost pornographic with it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

would not mind a threesome, as long as the two of you choose the third person together.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

okay so i know with nanami i expressed the need for realistic dick sizes but i digress. satoru is a solid 8 inches and has enough girth that you need prep every time to fit him. very veiny. do with that what you will.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

see stamina.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he can fall asleep fairly quickly, and oftentimes is out before you are.

[mrsnegan]

On the edge

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Joel loves edging you. That's about it. 😅

Warnings: smut, edging, praise kink, unprotected p in v, squirting, mentions of creampie, fluff

The twitching of your legs and your rapid breathing betrays you every time. Joel smirks down at you, withdrawing from your welcoming heat, a whine falling from your lips.

"Joel, please," you try but to no avail.

This has been the fourth or fifth time he snatched your orgasm from you. Edging has been Joel's new hobby, especially within the safe walls of your new home in Jackson. Being out their with them meant keeping any satisfaction at bay or rushing things. Both of you weren't opposed to a quickie, oftentimes letting out some adrenaline and steam by Joel fucking you hard and fast against an abandoned building or a tree. But savoring each other's touches, the feeling of taking your time, drawing out all the little intimacies, it created a whole new level of closeness between you both.

"Doin' so good f'me, baby. Y'know how intense you come when I let you work for it, don't you?"

He smirks down at you, seemingly at ease despite his hard cock travelling through your wet folds, making you hiss from the pleasure.

"Yeah, shit. But...p-please make me come. Can't...can't take much more."

Your whining drives him insane, your plea not quite falling on deaf ears, but he shakes his head non the less.

"I know, baby, I know. Jus' a bit more."

Eyes closed tightly at his words, you feel him enter you again. The squelching sound of your pussy taking him in would have made you feel embarrassed with any other man, but it is him, Joel, there's not much you're embarrassed about with him. Your safe space, your haven, the reason you are still alive.

Joel drives his hips forward purposfully, the head of his cock driving into the spot that makes your whole body go wild. His strokes are pecise but gentle, prodding to edge you further. How he doesn't just spill into your tight pussy is a miracle for you.

"Fuck, like that, baby, like that," he moans above you, diving down to kiss your lips messily.

He feels you shaking again, your nails biting into the skin of his back, leaving red marks for sure.

"J-Joel," you moan, sweat coating your skin, his also, the little pearls adorning both of your bodies, glittering in the last rays of sunlight shining through the half-closed curtains.

"Y'want to come?" he asks, eyes piercing yours with an all-consuming intensity.

"Y-yes...god Joel, please, p-please let me come."

Finally, finally he seems to relent and fucks harder into you, his hands anchored to your hips, gripping your flesh without mercy. Harder, harder, harder, until one of his hands snatches between your bodies, fingers pinching your clit almost a bit too roughly, though you love it like this, this little bit of pain with your pleasure.

Your orgasm hits you with double the speed and intensity as usual. Moaning and shaking around him, you gush around his cock, so much so he has to pull out. His fingers don't leave your clit when he enters you again, roughly fucking into you just to pull out again before another gush of liquid wets his thighs and the bed.

"Fuck, baby, so good, doin' so good," he praises.

Through the haze of it all you don't hear his words, just feel your body releasing, pulling you into the bliss head first.

Joel thrusts into you a final time, chasing his own release with urgency. You have half a mind to plead him to come inside, but you know Joel better than that, he isn't one to risk it.

Groaning deeply, he pulls out, painting your lower belly and mound with his seed. For a fleeting moment you picture the feeling of him trickling down your thighs, seeping out of you, the final claim, and you feel ashamed for wanting to be so reckless. The warmth of his hands surrounding your face pulls you back into reality. He looks down at you amused, hair dissheveled, eyes hooded. You can count the lines on his forehead, the wrinkles around his eyes. Years of tiresome work, of moral voids, of fear, anger and loss. Though you are here with him, surrounded by his smell, his arms, his love.

"Everythin' ok?" he asks out of breath.

"Yeah, just...exhausted," you giggle, tired to the bone.

He kisses the tip of your nose before he plops down next to you on the bed, pulling you into his still heaving chest.

"And the mess I've made?" you want to know, eyes heavy.

"I like the mess, baby. Let's clean up later," Joel responds, kissing the crown of your head.

Snorting amused and also a bit disgusted, you let him cuddle you to him tightly. His strong arms, the warmth of his body, the musky smell of sex, sweat and Joel is everything you need, everything you wished for in this harsh and unforgiving world.

[de4dlyniightshade]

oh mygod just imagine tying spencer up and edging him until he’s cryinggggg

him begging and begging to touch you and for you to let him finish

especially after a long case where he couldn’t have you to himself mghhmgghhhp need him

꩜ PAIRING: spencer reid x afab!reader

꩜ RATING: +18, mdni

꩜ WARNINGS/CONTAINS!: sub!spencer, mommy kink, edging, crying, begging, use of restraints, praise, orgasm denial, spencer cums on his own face.

© to de4dlyniightshade. no translations/reposts.

[WARNING!] - explicit sexual content! mdni!

A/N: combining two asks bcs i'm lazy and a genius💪

"p-please- please mommy" spencer whined, thrusting into nothing as his thighs trembled and arms fought against the restraints on his wrists.

"just a little more, baby, it'll be so much better if you wait" you teased, resting your hands on his tense thighs as he looked down at you with wet, pleading eyes, his bottom lip quivering and chest heaving with each breath.

"i-i can't- please mommy" he sniffled, more tears flowing down his flushed cheeks as his cock twitched against his stomach, the top a dark shade of pink, begging for release.

"you can, i know you can because you're mommy's good boy, aren't you?" you husked, a sly smile on your lips as he whined desperately before nodding.

it was true, he was your good boy, always so eager to please you, taking anything you gave him with little protest but today he was especially needy and defiant, which is why you had his hands tied behind him with his own tie since he couldn't follow rules you specifically told him, he just couldn't keep his hands off you.

"p-please- can i touch you?" he begged, almost desperately trying to free his hands to no avail, opting for looking at you with the most pleading expression he could muster, trying so hard to win you over.

"what did i say?" you reminded him as you trailed your hands up from his thighs to stroke his waist and back down again, the feeling of your hands everywhere but where he needed you making him cry harder, unable to stop the constant stream of tears down his cheeks.

"please" his voice trailed off into a long whine as he spoke, rolling his hips towards you as he did, begging you to do something, anything.

"you're making this harder than it has to be, y'know?" you tutted, raising a brow at him as he huffed. he knew you were right, he was making this whole thing longer than you intended it to be but what kind of rules would they be if you just let him get away with breaking them because he pouted nicely?

"j-just need you- m-missed you, mommy" he whimpered, pressing his thighs together as you gently caressed them.

"okay okay, mommy's gonna make you cum now, baby" you purred, smiling sweetly at him as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, your touch feather light but it didn't stop him from letting out a gasp and rolling his hips into your touch as he nodded eagerly.

usually you would stop and tell him to keep still but you knew how much he'd missed you and how badly he needed this, very obviously close to his breaking point.

you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you immediately set a fast pace, stroking him from base to tip and causing a slick sound to fill the room as you coated his length in his own precum, the sound barely audible over his loud whimpers and moans as his head fell back, back arching into you.

"good boy, baby, did so good for mommy" you praised as you continued to pump his length, purposefully bringing to his release quickly, his mind going completely blank as his cock throbbed in your hand.

spencer couldn't even muster up a warning that he was about to cum, just letting out a choked moan as he practically doubled over as he came, thick spurts of cum spilling onto his stomach and chest as you stroked him through it until he was pulling away from you.

"such a good boy" you spoke softly as you stood up to cup his cheeks, lifting his face to meet yours, your eyes immediately widening when you noticed a few unmistakable streaks of his own cum on his face, which he clearly hadn't noticed.

"made such a mess, baby" you teased as you wiped his face with your thumbs, the realisation that it wasn't tears that were running down his face making his cheeks flush bright red as he avoided your eyes.

you just giggled as you reached behind him to undo the restraints on his wrists in one swift motion, the feeling of his hands finally being free making him sigh in relief as he quickly wrapped his arms around you, pressing his cheek to your stomach as he whined.

"oh sweet boy, did such a good job" you smiled as you stroked his hair soothingly, the feeling of him smiling against you and nuzzling his face into your skin making you smile wider.

[wriothesleybear]

Nsfw alphabet for our bby Wriothesley

~a/n: Been holding off on doing this one for a while now but finally finished. I had a bad week so enjoy some smut. I think I plan to make another separate post explaining further about his kinks like I did with his favorite sex positions. Credit to @/multi-fandom-imagine for nsfw alphabet template. I did alter it a bit for my post though.

~warnings: mentions of sex, kinks, aftercare, fem!reader, MDNI!

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): ofc the king of aftercare! This man will bring you tea, massage your muscles, pamper your body with kisses (especially the bite marks, hickeys, etc.), give you a nice warm bath, and praise you with sweet words. Literally will do anything you request of him. He is a giving lover and he wants to make sure you feel loved and are taken care of (especially if it was a long love making session or a little rough).

B= Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's): Everything (cheesy, I know). Nah, but if he had to pick one, your hands. He loves the way they feel on his skin. The way they gently trace his scars (also your lips). How they cup his face when you pull him into a kiss. How they comb through his hair strands. How they rub his back when he needs the comfort after a nightmare or bad day. His favorite body part on himself is either his arms or mouth. Arms due to his strength. Mouth due to him being good with it and making you feel intense pleasure by it.

C= Cum (anything to do with cum basically): Cums lots when he does. Warm, sticky, and a bit bitter and salty. Will kiss you even with his cum in your mouth (snowballing). He thinks its hot. Will also eat you out after cumming inside you.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Even though his favorite body part of yours is your hands, his second favorite is your tits. Loves to grope them, suck on them (a lot), rest his head on them when relaxing, and even cumming on them. Although he usually cums inside you or on your stomach, when he came on your tits for the first time, the view of your fucked out expression, chest heaving while trying to catch your breath as his cum decorates your tits..fuck.. immediately made him hard again. If you asked him if you could give him a tit job, he'd just cum right on the spot. He secretly wishes you would ask him..

E= Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing): Im gonna go with the headcanon that he doesn't have much given he's been in prison most of his life and I feel like he is careful with who he gives himself to/who he trusts so it wouldn't be a surprise that he is careful with who he sleeps with. He takes that seriously and has to have a deep connection with someone before doing anything with them. So I could see him as not really experienced. He is a quick learner tho ;)

F= Favorite position: Made a whole post about it right here.

G= Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.): He's chill so a little bit of both. He wouldn't mind if you were silly in bed but usually takes it somewhat seriously because it's special when you two have sex. He is likely to tease you as well and enjoys making you smile and laugh so he's okay with it.

H= Hair (grooming habits): Average. Has a bush but keeps it trimmed for you. Matches his hair color and highlights.

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect, etc.): Mostly romantic but can get a bit rough/dirty if you want him to. It can be a combination of both.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often): He doesn't need to since he has you but of course when either you or him are busy and can't see one another for a while, he would jack off if he really needed to. Always jacks off while imagining you touching him, using memories from previous sessions, or imagining what he wants to do with you once you see each other again. He can't help getting turned on when he thinks about you and misses you.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks): Breeding, praising, squirting, pussyeating, some degradation, dirty talk, bondage, bdsm, blindfolding, edging, overstimulation, orgasm control, mutual masturbation, roleplay, cockwarming, doming and subbing, spanking, biting, snowballing.

L= Location (favorite place to do the deed): Usually in the privacy of his office or the safety of your home. Ngl, you both have done quickies in the dark corners of the fortress because you guys just couldn't wait. But he prefers his office or in your guys' home the most.

M= Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): You don't have to do much. That's how much he loves you. Especially if it's been a while since you've seen each other. Just seeing you makes him want to kiss you. When you give him that soft look with that kind, gentle smile of yours. And when you do things for him, even small things that mean a lot to him, man, he just wants to pounce on you and show you how much you mean to him.

N= No (something they wouldn't do, turnoffs): Hurting you. Yes, he'll do consensual bites, the gentle hand around the neck with light squeezing (not exactly choking per say), pounding, slight degradation, etc. but if it really hurts you, he refuses to, even if you ask him. He saves the hurting for the ring or unruly prisoners who get out of line.

O= Oral (preference in receiving or giving, skill, etc.): He likes both but really likes giving. If we're talking about my Pussydrunk!Wrio, he can cum just from eating you out and can go down on you for hours. Wouldn't mind you sucking his cock but, god, just sit on his face please. Even though he may lack in experience, man is blessed and knows how to eat pussy with little practice.

P= Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): He loves taking his time (even though it can be hard sometimes), but he has good self-control and wants to pamper you and enjoy all of you as long as he can. He will do quickies sometimes though. He can last a long time. He's got that stamina..

Q= Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Usually likes taking his time, but will do quickies if you two don't have much time and he just really needs you. So quickies are okay with him, given the circumstances.

R= Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): He's chill so he'd usually be open if you want to try something new. Unless it goes against his turnoffs.

S= Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last): Damn, strap in for a long ride. He's a boxer. Of course he's got a lot of stamina. He can't stop with just one round. At least 3 or 4, but can do more. Rounds are mostly long since he likes to take his time.

T= Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves): Wouldn't be closed to the idea of using sex toys, either for you or him. Would probably prefer on you. Just the thought of watching you come undone and lose yourself in pleasure while he holds a vibrator to your clit, making you overstimulated and squirt even (he loves making you do that).

U= Unfair (how much they like to tease): Enjoys teasing you sometimes, especially if you're busy doing something. Same goes for him. If you tease him while he's busy with paperwork, the wait will be worth it. But it does get on his nerves when you're teasing him and he's about ready to just take you, but then something comes up like a subordinate interrupts because they need his attention for something or a prisoner is acting up. He always waits for the subordinate to go on ahead and tells them that he will join them in a few, just so he can hang back and give you a few long, deep, passionate kisses while holding you close. Just a little something to keep you both satisfied in the meantime and something to look forward to later.

V= Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make): He's mostly normal volume but can be slightly loud if it feels too good and it's been a while. Especially if you like him to be more vocal, he will for you. Mostly grunts and moans. Sometimes curses, usually teases you or encourages/praises/guides you with sweet words. He just likes to hear your beautiful moans and cries so he knows how good he's making you feel. Plus it turns him on more hearing you cry in pleasure from his cock or mouth.

W= Wild card (random headcanon): Although he's usually the dominate one in bed and the one who is in control, he loves when you take the reins every once in a while. Tie him up, use his handcuffs on him, blindfold him, ride him, edge him, overstimulate him. Just take control of him and dominate him. He loves a woman in charge and a confident woman who knows what she wants.

X= X-ray (let's see what's going on in those pants): Mmm. Thick, uncut, 9' cock. A few veins covering his cock with a large one on the underside. Sensitive there and the head of his cock the most.

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive): Normal to low high. Has good self-control and is busy with work sometimes. But if it's been a while, it might be a little bit harder for him to hold back.

Z= Zzzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): He doesn't go to sleep until he makes sure you're taken care of. He also stays up a bit after you've fallen asleep, just admiring you and your beautiful features. He pats your hair or rubs your back as he smiles and holds you close. Sometimes peppers you with kisses or whispering sweet words to you even though you're probably asleep.

[funkynumaki]

Could I request something for Naib and Norton? Maybe them expecting they'll be the dom during their first time with you (just because they're seen as tough/manly and that's the role they usually took when it comes to sex before they met you) but then you turn the tables on them and top them and them surprisingly loving it?

Turning table

Summary; they're usually the one who's in charge or take the lead in sex, so what happen if they have a partner who's more dominant than them?

Characters included: Norton Campbell and Naib Subedar

Warning: Dom!reader x Sub: character(s), handjob (G), slight blood mentioned in Norton's (like just one line).

A/N: sorry for not posting, something caught up and I lost motivation. But I'm back! I can't really promise if I'll be back long though. For now I'm trying to clear my draft <3.

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|| Norton Campbell

- when you both start dating Norton always thought that he'll be the one who'll take in charge of intimate moment, credit to him it was an almost logical thinking of his. I mean, he's way bigger than you, so in his mind it's supposed to be him who's in charge, right?

- so it was a bit surprising to him when you prove him wrong. And more surprising that he ironically enjoy being in that position, even as much as sometimes he'd not like to admit.

"How is it?" You ask, looking at the man underneath you. Watching as groan and breathy moan slipped from his throat. "Fuckin-nh good..-" He manage to answer your question with little or no self control, especially in the state he's currently in. Your fingers move instinctively, teasing the tip of his dick, Tracing your nail slightly on it. "O-ohh shit-!Pl-ngh..!" His words barely coherent anymore. The prospector's back arched slighty at the sudden pace. "What's that..? You doesn't look like someone who's usually in charge right now.." You cooe in his ear, which he answer with a strangled moan. Your finger stop stimulating his tip, changing its main focus on the base. "Fuck! Ga-ahh..!" He throw his head back from the sudden pleasure that is now mainly on the base of his dick. His hand nails digging your back almost hard enough to drew blood. "Sensitive much, hm?" You chuckle as he try to suppress his noise by nipping on your neck, though it's a bit useless since his breathing is still labored. "Answer me, love. Let me hear how much you love it." You said, slightly threatening him by slowing your pace.

"Mnh..hh-! N-no-dont-fhuck!pl-ease..! I need it..-please-Ahngh! I love it-lo..veit so-much..!"

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|| Naib Subedar

- being a mercenary he is used to bring in charge, well mostly because he usually hold more power in the relationship. Trust is something important in naib's relationship, so even if he's already aware that you can switch and take in charge, he still needs sometimes to think. He trust you, just not sure at first about the idea.

- when the time arrives, it's best to be gentle with him. And let him get comfortable with being the one's bottoming. At first he thinks it feels a bit weird, but gradually enjoy it with each passing second.

You notice how he hides his slightly flushed face on the crook of your neck, trying to prevent any noise slipping out of his throat. "You okay..?" You ask, waiting for him to confirm that he's okay. Since the least that you want is accidentally hurting him when he finally show you his vulnerable side. ".. Yes.. J.. Just continue..-" Nodding at his confirmation, your hand slightly fasten its pace. "Ng-ahh-" A choked moan slipped down his tongue, his eyes trying to focus on your fingers as they wrapped around his throbbing dick. "No need to hold it, love. I want to hear you moan" You whisper in his ear, brushing a strand of his hair back. Naib let out a groan, eyes still focused on your fingers. His face still slightly flushed. Your nail trace the tip of his dick, he trashes his head back at the sudden stimulation against his tip. "Doing so good..." You cooe.

"A-ahh! Fuc-hh..please. S'good.."

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I might post my art in this acc :0

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

hi if you don't mind could you write a one shot about baji x fem reader where he is in love with her and can't confess and his friends help him with it

YES OF COURSE!

You and Baji have been friends for a year now. You appreciated him as a friend so much, he was always cheering you up, walking you to home, hanging out with you, staying by your side through hardships, comforting you and keeping assholes away from you.

What you didn't know was that he had feelings for you. But how were you supposed to know when he wasn't even confessing yet?

So he decided to do so....

The problem is, he didn't know how.

So that's how he ended up in the cafe with Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Mikey, Draken and Nahoya.

"I'm sorry, what?!" Chifuyu stood up from his sit, looking at Baji with disbelief. "You love [name]?!?"

"Keep it quiet, will you?" Baji scolded the guy, who apologised and went back to his seat. Baji seriously didn't know if he was doing right thing by asking these guys for a advice. I mean, all of them are single who probably have never experienced romantic love and will end up unmarried, expect Draken who still has to confess.

"So, you're asking us for an advice?" Mitsuya asked.

"Obviously."

"Well..." silver haired boy thought about what kind of advice he could give his friend, while Nahoya was speaking.

"Oh wow, Baji has a crush? Who could have thought. Hm, well...You should kidnap her and take her to somewhere romantic place and confess there." Nahoya proudly spoke, as if he didn't just say something concerning.

"No kidnappings." Draken strictly informed Smiley. "that won't work and plus kidnapping's a crime."

"C'mon Draken, girls like romantic things like this."

Chifuyu gave him a dirty look. "Please don't ever fall in love.."

"what did you say?!"

Mikey yawned, resting his head on the table. "Just go to her house and confess."

"Easy for you to say." Baji grumbled before looking at Mitsuya and Draken with a hope that they would give normal advice.

"Maybe ask her out to the park?" Mitsuya suggested.

"Oh that's a good idea!" Chifuyu agreed. "Have some fun with her, buy something for her and confess."

"Yea-"

"That's too boring." Nahoya said. "Just kidnap her and tell her your feelings."

"No, don't kidnap her." Mitsuya said, ignoring Smiley. "Just ask to hang out with her-"

"And stare at her until she'll ask you if something's on her face." Mikey added

"No, don't stare at her. That'll creep her out." Draken added.

"Oh and after she'll ask you that, tell her she's most beautiful girl in the world."

"That's too corny." Nahoya felt offended by Baji's rejection, mumbling something under his breath.

"spend some time with her like you usually do. Then tell her that you have to say something important to her and confess-"

"And run away." Mikey interrupted.

"No, stay where you'll be." Mitsuya corrected. "Just tell her how you feel but give her time to give you her answer."

"then run away-" Mikey interrupted again

"No, don't run away."

"Tell her you wanna start relationship."

"That'll be too fast-"

"Ask her for her hand in marriage-" Nahoya got cut off by Chifuyu

"You're rushing things, Smiley!"

"I'm giving him advice-"

"She'll give you her answer when she's ready-" Mitsuya continued explaining to Baji while Draken tried to calm Chifuyu and Nahoya down.

"Or she won't. That means she hates you-" Smiley started again

"No, that means she thinks of him as a friend-" Said Draken, but got cut off again by Nahoya again.

"No, that means she's playing hard to get-"

"no?! She doesn't wanna see his face then-" Said Mikey

"That is NOT how it wo-"

"Yes it does!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Baji yelled, grabbing everyone's attention. "I TOLD YOU ALL TO GIVE ME ADVICE ON HOW TO CONFESS MY LOVE TO [NAME], NOT TO LISTEN TO YOUR BICKERINGS! IF YOU'RE GIVING ME ADVICE THEN DO IT PROPERLY!"

"Kidnap he-"

"I'M NOT KIDNAPPING HER!"

"Baji-san..." Chifuyu looked behind Baji, trying to get the boy loser his voice.

"DON'T YOU GET IT?!"

"Baji..." Mitsuya called him out as everyone just froze in their place.

"I want to make that time SPECIAL for HER. I want to confess to [name] properly and I want her to always remember that day because it will be special to me and I want it to be special for her too." Baji continued. "I love her so much. I have always loved her but I don't know how to say it. That's why I'm asking for a PROPER ADVICE!"

Baji looked at the guys, only to find them acting like they don't know him, fighting so hard not to laugh.

Mitsuya finally speak up. "Well...You just confessed.."

"what?" Baji looked at him with confusion before he heard the sound of familiar laughter he has loved so much and immediately turned around.

"[Name]?" He was honestly so shocked to see you. How much did you hear? Did you hear what he said? He got nervous but you just smiled at him.

"I love you too, Baji."

His eyes widen and he didn't have any time to process what you said as guys jumped on him, congratulating him.

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Okey, this was genuinely SO BAD but I couldn't really think of anything else😭I hope you still liked it tho.

[kiryoutann]

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 ::: 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀

TEMPLATE CREDIT. GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Childe is quite affectionate, if not, very affectionate.

He almost met the requirements for the five love languages—almost; the man failed in the quality time department, obviously. But he's a good lover. Opening and holding the door for you, only leaving after making sure you've reached the safety of your home, and giving gifts even on the most ordinary Monday.

"You look good in that dress, babe." "Let me see that pretty face." "Good morning, angel," and a whole bunch of other sweet nothings he said to you. Oh, how he loved to hold you on his lap, burying his nose in your sweet scent while ignoring the stack of documents that demanded his attention.

B = Babe (What would they use as pet names? Do they use them a lot?)

Definitely: doll, babe, baby, angel.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Childe is the biggest cuddle bug, and luckily doesn't have much free time for it (or else the man will forever demand it from you, as if he's eternally glued to your hip). Enjoys being the big spoon in the middle of a chilly night, naked. When you question him about how he remained alive, all he says is, "Darling, do I need to remind you where I come from?"

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Childe is quite good at cooking, but it's mostly Snezhnayan food. I always picture him in the kitchen, wearing a crimson or navy blue apron and flipping whatever is in the pan with a proud smile. Though he makes an effort to clean as much as he can, there is always a dusty spot that remains unattended. Still, he found the window and table wiping to be pretty enjoyable!

E = Emotion (How are they with showing emotion in public versus private?)

I think, by default, Childe is a pretty empty person if we put aside his dark desires and ambitions. In public, he looks like a chill guy. He is cold and full of discipline towards his subordinates. Childe is quite respectful of his fellow Harbingers and those he admires; keep a little distance and minimize conversations with some strange people (for example: Dottore). However, to his family, closest friends, and his significant other, Childe is as warm as the sun and wears his heart on his sleeve.

F = Flirt (How do they flirt? Are they smooth or awkward?)

Oh, he's a smooth flirt, alright. He knows his potential and maximizes it. Usually he squeezes three or four or more in his private time with you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Childe really gentle with his lover. God, I can't imagine the canon him being a violent person (despite his crazy hobby of wanting to fight any breathing creature within his radius). Would massage your feet if you asked. He kissed your ankles in an attempt to make sure there wasn't an inch of you left untouched by him. Treats you like a tiny little bird. Even if there is a moment where he's rough, you can bet it will, ahem, leave more pleasure than pain.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Childe loves hugs! However, I can't say he gave a warm hug. Most of the time, he does the initiating, and hugs from behind are his favorite thing to give.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Long enough for Childe to say these magical words. He had many considerations: was what he felt more than just admiration? Will his confession burden you? Anyway, despite his playful and easygoing persona, Childe didn't say these words carelessly.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

With his confident air, you'd think it would take a lot to make Childe jealous. Wrong. Whoever he considers to be stronger and more worthy than him, Childe turns into a green-eyed monster. But, there are some people who don't know their place that makes him sometimes… feel the need to emphasize his relationship with you.

In the first case, Childe might pout all day or sulk like a child. However, in the second case, he will show warning signs to the poor person by resting his hands on your hips or even a hug from behind while resting his chin on your shoulder. Oh, and that triumphant grin on his face when he knew the signal had been picked up.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Childe's kisses were of many kinds. Short kiss. Soft kiss. And kisses full of desire and longing every time he came back from a long mission or a tiring day. He likes to kiss you on the lips, knuckles, and neck. He loves receiving kisses on the lips, cheeks, head, and the tip of his nose.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

We know the answer to this one!! He is very. Very. Good. With. Children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Unfortunately, Childe is an early bird, thanks to his job. There's not much you can do in the morning when he's on a work day other than watch him leave. You figure that comes with the job and loving the man. On his days off, he will make sure to spend more time in bed with you, either by cuddling or sleeping through the entire day.

But don't expect him to be as understanding if it has to do with your job. This ginger-haired devil will try his best to keep you in his arms and weigh you down with his body in the hope you'll change your mind about coming to work today. He's super dramatic when you don't.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Childe had irregular working hours, which meant most nights he came home late and you were already asleep. However, on days where he can go home early, he makes sure to take a bath together before going to bed. He's a light sleeper, by the way! Every time you turned around and moved away from him in your sleep, he made sure to pull you close back to him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Childe had many considerations about the things he held close to his heart. There are some things about him that he fears will change your perception of him. It took him a few months into the relationship to reveal a stupid little secret, and that too was delivered and disguised as a joke. After making sure the foundation of his relationship was stronger, he would then tell the things he only dared to whisper when night fell.

P = Propose (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

At first, I thought Childe was the type of person who would propose about two or three years into a relationship. However, now that I think about it, marriage is also a very, very big thing for him. He has no problem committing, but if we're honest, marriage never crossed his mind until he met you.

It would take quite a while if he wanted to propose marriage. Because apart from the nature of his job (and the possibilities that accompany it), Childe is quite sensitive to rejection. He'll have to make sure you're also on the same boat regarding marriage before he dares present you with the ring he bought somewhere in Mond.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I don't think he's the type of lover who has the ability to remember small details about his significant other. Sure, he remembers your favorite food, your choice of flowers, and the songs you used to hum; However, he's not the type to go into too much detail.

Despite that, Childe gave you the best things he could get. So, even though he sometimes forgets things you've mentioned before, you can surrender yourself completely to him because you know, Childe will move heaven and earth for you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The night he realized he loved you, as the world turned more colorful than ever. However, if Childe fell in love with you at first sight, his favorite memory would be the first time he laid eyes on you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Childe is quite protective, but (thankfully) not so much that you feel suffocated. He is quite secretive in protecting you. Always sweep his gaze around scanning for possible dangers in every place you visit. Not to the extent of ordering his subordinates to follow you, but he can always be sure and will go to any lengths so that you don't get hurt.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Childe is a good lover. However, gestures of affection are more about big things such as giving gifts, inviting to romantic dinners, and basic things that couples usually do. As I said before, he doesn't remember small details very well; but he makes sure everything he gives you is the best.

He may have trouble remembering what kind of ring you like, but you can bet your money he'll buy the shiniest one to adorn your ring finger. His effort can be seen from the way he gives the best, the most luxurious; while small and simple things like a picnic in the park, a walk around the lake are more your thing.

U = Unique (What makes them unique as a partner?)

It's the fact that you hear how horrible he is – that he's this bloodthirsty warrior and all the gossip about how he's the Tsaritsa's weapon, and yet you only see a lovesick, little pomeranian puppy swinging his tail happily every time you look at him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

This pretty boy knows he's all that. It's so unfair how the effort Childe puts into his appearance only consists of washing his face with just water – showering – getting out of the shower with wet hair, and letting it air dry (how can his hair stay fluffy with so little care???). He only used one perfume that Tonia gave him (and mind you, he's been using it for YEARS). And... that's it. All set to take on the day.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?

He would die without you. That's enough said.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Childe did flirt here and there, but surprisingly, his only love experience was having a tiny schoolboy crush on a girl back in Snezhnaya when he was six years old. After falling into the abyss, his teenage years were filled with all the trouble he managed to cause – the fights he managed to be a part of before his father handed him over to the Fatui. Clear records of exes.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

??? I can't think of anything other than Childe doesn't like partners who are.. possessive. He was a young man who still loved traveling and exploring the world, and the thought of having a partner who intended to confine him to one place forever sounded hellish to him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Childe is either a lightsleeper or a very heavysleeper, there is no in between. On weekdays, he can jolt awake from the slight noise from the kitchen. But, he sleeps like a hibernating bear on weekend or when he has overworked himself. Childe likes to sleep on his stomach, shirtless. Snoring varies in intensity from light to moderate.

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[etfrin]

⤷❝NSFW Alphabets | Jason Todd ❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: may the world know I have a horrible crush on this man and dive into this post <3

⇢☾Pairing: Jason Todd x fem! Reader

⇢☾A/N: this was self indulgent so be aware!

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

— you'll probably have to teach him about aftercare because he never had anything long-term (just flings) after he's aware though, he will bring you water (because your throat will be sore as fuck from screaming his name), sometimes draw a bath if he was particularly rough but usually, he would just cuddle you while his cock is still buried inside of you.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

— his thighs! He has noticed the way you stare at his bulge and his thighs whenever he sits (manspreads) more often than not he has you riding his thigh.

he does like your hands the most, your hand is like a bridge for both of you to be closer. you show him so much affection with your hands, like holding his hand or pinching his cheeks, stroking his hair. He loves it.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

— he cums anywhere, you are just a blank canvas. Would cum on your thighs, boobs, face, and anywhere, he loves seeing you completely debauched and marked.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory)

— he likes it when you beg, when you can't think because of the pleasure and you're trying to push him away as tears fall from your eyes, it's his favorite thing to deny you. He denies you to cum, he denies you to stay quiet, and he loves to say no to you and hear you whine.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

— Oh, he knows what he's doing. He lies about his body count (not that one) because he doesn't want to put you off but boy, he knows what he's doing.

F= Favorite position

— Doggy style, and mating press. Loves to have you on all fours, sometimes even making you crawl to him, he's so amused when you obey and he's so close to cumming inside his pants from the sight. And mating press because it just hits the right spots of your walls, making you scream that the neighbors have given up complaining about the noise, learning to soundproof their walls instead.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

— yeah, he is goofy though only if it's before patrolling or beating someone's ass, like early in the mornings or something. he would be all giggly and whispering some jokes (with a huge amount of dark humor) while sliding into your cunt and fucking you into oblivion.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

— it isn't wild down there but he doesn't trim as regularly as he should, but he has good hygiene though, it's just hair for him.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

— he's so rough and filthy. Sometimes forgets about his strength and gets so cocky when he sees the bruises all over your body (of course he kisses them better) there are moments he's soft and gentle but it's rare (so cherish it)

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

— yeah he does. Often in the shower or some dark ass alley right after kicking some ass and he can't get home fast enough to fuck the adrenaline out with you. It doesn't happen regularly though, with enough practice he can get to his apartment fast enough that he can pin you wherever it's the closest and have you, and most of the time you both shower together more often than not so shower sex <3

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

— breath play (receiving and giving), pain kink (receiving), pulling his hair, scratching his back, biting him hard, I beg of you, he would just lose all control, whatever sanity he has will go to hell. PRAISE KINK (good boy™), he would fucking melt if you tell him how good he is, how deep his cock reaches, and how much you love it and love him. He eats up every time, it means so much to him even outside of sexual intimacy. Degradation (giving) all of the classics: slut, cumdumpster, whore etc. Dumbfication, how he loves it when you can't process all of the insults (and occasional praises of how good your pussy is to him) and the only thing you do is moan his name mindlessly. Overstimulation because of his stamina he can make you cum several times a night, often losing count after the fourth. Dacryphilia: this one goes hand in hand with overstimulation and dumbfication.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

— anywhere. ANYWHERE. He doesn't care if he gets caught, he can and will fuck you almost anywhere. An alleyway, closets, library, church, ANYWHERE, the sky's the limit for him.

M= Motivation (things that make them tick/turn-ons)

— Domestic acts. Anything like cleaning the house, cooking him meals, washing the dishes. He helps of course, and does his side of the chores but he never had the stability of domesticity before. He never thought he would and he never thought he would enjoy such simplicity in his life.

So sometimes it was just too much for him not to bend you over the kitchen counter, or the dinner table, or the couch, the pinning you on the wall near the bookshelf you were rearranging.

N= No (turn offs or absolutely won’t do)

— knife play & blood play. He doesn't want to hurt you in any sort of matter, sometimes he is rough but it doesn't mean he makes you bleed or would ever want to make you bleed.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

— he fucking loves blowjobs, change my mind. I dare you. He's so mean about it too, fucking your face without care. He gripped your head, keeping it in place as his cock hits the back of your throat with every thrust. You gag around his dick, saliva covering your chin, your eyes glossed with pleasure and tears is a bonus that makes the act so much better.

He wasn't big on giving head before. Well, that was before you, now he could spend hours between your thighs just to be a nasty tease whenever he needs to teach you a lesson. He would languidly lick your cunt without a care, it doesn't matter that your juices are staining the sheets, he's gonna be at it for hours. It gives him a sense of peace and yet again you crying because of the overstimulation (which wasn't the mission, he's just pussy drunk) and broken moans are just a plus.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

— fast af. The sex usually happens after his night activities are done so the adrenaline is still pumping through his body and he has to let out somehow… he has some serious stamina so he can last a while, sometimes you might even black out just to wake up with him still going at it.

"Sorry, baby," he gasps, his cock still splitting your body. His thrusts seems sloppier than before but it was perhaps because of how fucking wet your cunt was with both of your cum that made the glide seem so slick.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your neck. "Am close," he promised, his hips snapping fast and hard, making you unable to think, unable to protest against the overstimulation you have grown to love so much. "Just one more, baby," he lies, as his cum fills you but his cock is still hard and throbbing into your cunt.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

— Oh! He loves quickies, he's the type to sneak into your work and then take you to a closet or just a room where there is no one and have his way with you real quick before you have to head back to work, making sure his cum stays inside. There were so many times you were nearly caught, it was sheer luck that you haven't. He doesn't do it very often, only when he misses you too much, sometimes y'all don't even fuck, just make out or huddle together on the floor of the storage room of your workplace, munching on cookies you bought from the office cafeteria.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

— he would be so open to anything you want to try, and would rarely say no to you. He is very experimental.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

— well like, he's a vigilante who fights crime so like there's no limit to that stamina especially when he is frustrated or anything, expect call out of work because you won't be able to walk. He can easily last a lot of rounds.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

— he would be so game into using toys on you. Vibrators, dildos, and anything else just to be a bastard to you.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

— he's a tease, A VERY BIG TEASE. Like even when he's fucking you, sometimes he would go extra slow to make you feel his length sliding in and out of your sensitive walls before snapping his hips back into you like an animal. He's kinda mean about it, feeling delighted when you whine about him changing his pace so abruptly.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

— he isn't shy to let out his groans, mostly dirty talks, degrading you and making comments about how slutty your pussy is, taking his cock so well like it was made for it (it was) When you scratch his back or tug at his hair, he would let out a whine, praise him and he would like out a breathy moan. He is embarrassed when he realizes it but who the fuck cares?

W= Wild card (random sin canon of any sort)

– Fucked you in the training room once in the Titans Tower, not giving a fuck about the cameras that were recording everything he was doing to you. Dick lectured him for an hour straight for this behavior, did he care? No, but he did get an apartment though, so he could fuck you in his training room.

Oh, he would also take the tape that recorded everything, showing it to you with a proud look on his face.

"Look at you, such a dumb slut on my cock," he said, as moaning sounds came out of the phone. "Dick saw that, saw me fucking you good, does that get you off, Princess? Want me to fuck you in front of Dick next?"

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

— HE'S BIG AND THICK, sorry, yeah 8 inches, and he's pretty girthy, always stretching your pussy to its limits. Uncut, he was a street rat after all.

Y= Yearning (sex drive level)

— it's pretty high, he's so touch-starved, and despite the constant hugs, hand holding, and petting (i wanna play with his hair so badly) sometimes all he needs is a deeper physical connection.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

— he won't be a quick sleeper, even after it's late hours and you're sleeping soundly beside him, the urge to go out and fight would always eat him up, he loved the rush of it even with its risk but then having you in his arms, your head on his chest, he liked this even more and would force himself to get a few hours of sleep. He liked this more than another villain, another fight.

[brynn-lear]

LOCKED AND LOADED [Yandere!Wanderer x Reader]

Prompt: The world is about to end. How will you grieve when you're forced to be with a miserable man until the last second? [Dedicated To: @mixed-kester for the Alone Together Event]

Content Tags: yandere!scaramouche "fluff" oneshot (yes, there are no other parts:]), major persona 3 spoilers but you DON’T need to know the game before reading this since everything is explained, improper use of a S.E.E.S evoker /j, Scaramouche is so normal about you, UNRELIABLE NARRATOR, major character death/s–

V. Acceptance.

"Where the hell are you, (Y/n)?"

Standing near what should have been the front doors of his university was a short man with dark purple hair. He leaned precariously against them, his head tilted upward as if the sickly green moon's ominous pull was nothing to be afraid of. Gekkoukan University's nearby dorms– fraternity and sorority houses included– are not usually this silent. Instead of people, coffins were aligned perpendicular to the ground.

The wanderer glanced at his watch with mild interest. He had been waiting for a while now. Your guest hoisted himself up, circling the ground with the tip of his shoe. The baseline of his attitude had always defaulted to irritability and passive-aggressiveness. The vertically aligned hour-and-minute hands do not placate it. The timing itself makes it worse.

It's December 31st, 2009, 12 AM– the Dark Hour.

With a harsh sneer, he pocketed his hands. You usually have the door to the Velvet Room open to him whenever. What's the big deal? Were you seriously THAT mad at him? Really? He didn't do anything to warrant this "pettiness". He had never known silence as much as this moment.

You should've accounted for the hostility that proceeds on the "off-chance" he did arrive early.

His tone darkened, his bloodied hands gripping his S.E.E.S evoker tightly.

"If you don’t show up, I will cleanse the world of human emotion all by myself"

You shook from afar, afraid of how he wouldn't hesitate to make his threat a reality. He had already taken so much– you were beyond mad at him. You were terrified. Wronged. Abused. You didn't want to step into the light. Much worse, step into his shadow.

The worst thing evil can do is to turn you into one of them.

He clutched the bloodied yellow scarf in his hands tightly.

Why did this happen?

How did things END up like this?

IV. Depression.

You took a deep breath and charged forward.

You don't trust [Wanderer] ever since Ryoji told him about the impending apocalypse.

Seldom do you leave the Velvet Room. You weren't hiding in the Velvet room months before the end of the world was imminent. When April had only reached its fourth day, there was nothing you wanted more than to spend time outside. So ignominiously innocent. You did not know who [Wanderer] was and how much effect he would have on your life at the time. You were just tired of the ongoing stream of uneventfulness.

And now here you are, berating the protagonist in full.

"[Wanderer], why is Ryoji missing?! US ATTENDANTS CAN'T FIND TRACK HIM ANYWHERE!!!"

With a fistful of his university uniform, you yanked him by the collar. Your eyes were livid as you reeled your composure. This wasn't what you had in mind when you were "isekai"d into a video game. Out of any game, why did it have to be Persona 3? And out of anyone that could be a protagonist, why did it have to be HIM?!

You thought this would be a grand affair... Whatever they spun in anime back when your reality existed were pure lies. Where are the scenic views? The mountains? The grasslands? This plane of existence you're forced to sit through for eternity was far from the RPG fantasy people would hope for. No closer you could ever be to paradise.

In fact, this man is threatening to ruin said paradise.

[Wanderer] pulled your hands away forcefully. His glare was not that different from yours. "Why do you care about him so much?"

"Oh, I don't know! Maybe it's because his death means forgetting everything?!" You clenched your empty fists. "You know damn well what happens if he dies! You'll lose all the help you can get to stopping the Fall!"

Such a heavy weight on your shoulders but the protagonist doesn't care. This may be a turn-based game– but it wasn't based on you. If it was, you wouldn't be screaming your heart out at him! You wouldn't be an NPC. Hell, you'd probably be a better protagonist than him.

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed every stress out of your system.

"Listen—" You rubbed your temple. "You need to start forming bonds. Social links. Support system. Confidants. Whatever you want to call it. You were supposed to have the answer by now as to what life is for."

[Wanderer] remained silent throughout your spiels. His facial expression alone was enough to infer immense disinterest. You were mindlessly doing your job. There will be no tirade or physical aggression that can convince him that you believe in your assertions with full conviction.

"Do you want to see him?"

"Yes! Of course. Knowing you, you're—"

"Tempted to kill him because you think I want the world to end?"

"Obviously."

That's where you're wrong.

A nihilistic man can have other reasons to commit murder.

"But if he's missing, you can forget about him, right?"

"What on earth are you talking about?!"

[Wanderer] turned around. "Meet me later, you know the time."

"I'll show you where Ryoji is."

III. Bargaining.

XX/09/2009

He doesn't recall the time he was brought into this world like you had.

Puppets are malleable. Memories are easy to overwrite when your body is held together by white wood and "khemia". His past evades him.

Maybe it's better this way.

He took you to Chagall Café. Although it was your first time out in a long while, he had no qualms about ignoring your questions. He feigned deafness as you asked about the news, his college life, friends, or anything related to what was happening in 2009. And he even ignored your humble request to buy the cheapest coffee for you. Instead, he bought you a chocolate frappe.

"For Elizabeth's cutest little sibling." He said, sarcastically copying Elizabeth's tone as he sharply handed the drink. "Wouldn't want everyone's darling to get a caffeine addiction."

Thanks, asshat.

Of all his offensive behavior— he really spent more money just to insult you. You shook your head and accepted it. It's the most expensive one on the menu too. What dedication to being a hater. But before you could open your wallet, he shot your payment down.

"Just take it." He smirked. "Look at you, paying me back for treating you poorly. Are you a masochist?"

You immediately shoved your money back in. "You still bought me a free drink, so really, who's the loser here? Prick."

[Wanderer] laughed heartily before he pulled out his battered codal, which had underlined texts for provisions he deemed important. There was a momentary softness in his gaze that disappeared in an instant.

But that's the only conversation he planned on having that evening. He did mention he'll drag you out in his study session so you weren't too shocked by it. Instead, you sat and awkwardly people-watched. The world you came from and this one were identical. You got through your old 2009 just fine— it's just that Tatsumi Port Island was not a real location from your original Japan.

Your memories about the video game Persona aren't very clear since you reincarnated in the game, but the red band [Wanderer] wore on his sleeve affirmed that he is the leader of S.E.E.S. It's nice to know that someone like him has the potential to become a leader.

[Wanderer] appeared wholly immersed in his studies.

…

Maybe he wouldn't notice if you looked around—

…?!

He immediately grabbed your hand. You yelped slightly as you noticed the iron grip he had.

"Where are you going?"

Don't leave him.

He squeezed just a bit more tightly.

"W-What the— I'm just going to the bathroom." You felt a shiver down your spine as you shared his gaze. There's a dull coldness to it you couldn't quite place, as if he had been a witness to injustice, sevenfold.

You quietly sat back down. He still hasn't let go of your hand.

"Good riddance." He muttered.

"If it isn't [Wanderer]!"

You turned around, yanking your hand away.

It's Ryoji.

You stood up, gawking.

"W-Woah, are you okay?" Ryoji asked, hurriedly approaching you. While you were frozen in place, [Wanderer] looked at his empty hand, feeling your warmth escape his fingertips.

G-Good… he's still alive.

You thought [Wanderer] killed him.

[Wanderer] is the wildcard, and that's a terrifying factor to consider. He hasn't shown any interest in humanity. Knowing his past has not increased any hope on your end. Everyone else in his eyes are insignificant insects.

He has the power to end Ryoji.

He has the power to end this world.

Locked and loaded.

Ryoji's eyes softened. "Wait, I think I know a beautiful face like yours from somewhere… You must be [Wanderer]'s attendant, (Y/n), right?"

You blinked.

"Wait, how did you…"

He chuckled, taking and placing a soft kiss on your gloved hands.

"I have my ways." Ryoji winked.

"Don't touch them." [Wanderer] sneered.

Ryoji stood up straight, unfazed by his threatening tone. You took a moment to examine his appearance. He had a lot of white clothing and a big yellow scarf around his neck. Just below his left eye is a mole. On the surface, he appeared quite human, but everyone seated at this table was aware of his true nature.

He is the 13th arcana. The appraiser.

You and [Wanderer] have every right to be wary.

"I'm Ryoji Mochizuki. It's nice to be officially introduced to you, Mx. (Y/n)."

"Ryoji Mochizuki…" You tasted the syllables.

"Oh? Who knew hearing my name from your lips makes it sound so wonderful."

"C-Cut it out, you don't mean that." You said, a little flustered.

[Wanderer]'s gaze fixated on you, stewing in his concoction of envy and misery. His fists were clenched beneath the table, knuckles turning white. With narrowed eyes, he watched as you continued engaging in conversation with Ryoji. His laughter was grating his ears. He couldn't bear the sight of you engaging with another man, especially someone as flirtatious as him.

Ryoji, sensing [Wanderer]'s distress, shot him a casual glance. To top the look, he paired it with a knowing smirk. He made mental notes of the man's clenched jaw and tensed shoulders.

"You seem a little on edge, [Wanderer]. Finals coming up?" He feigned innocence.

"It's December, and I'm not on edge." He scoffed, trying not to make his gritted teeth evident. "Don't you own a calendar? Finals are in March. To think a pea-brain like you managed to transfer to Gekkan…"

"Right, right." Ryoji smiled, closing his eyes. "Then it must be my proposal you're thinking of."

You stiffened; [Wanderer] did not.

"Ryoji—"

"I know, Mx. (Y/n)." He started. "I know you're not too keen on the idea of killing me. My existence is the affirmation of the Fall. None of you— sorry, I forgot (Y/n) is from the Velvet room— I meant none of them will live till Spring… Or perhaps it's more accurate to say they'll forfeit the will to live."

…

"… I-I'm sorry." Ryoji buried his face in his yellow scarf. There's a certain tremble in his voice that truly emphasizes his sorrow. "Just as all living things die, the flow of time cannot be hindered. But there's comfort in killing me. If you do… you won't have to suffer for the coming days."

If [Wanderer] kills Ryoji, Tartarus, the Dark Hour— the burden of everyone's memories will all disappear.

But [Wanderer] can retain his.

He's not originally from this world after all…

However, should he let him live, the rest of S.E.E.S's life will continue until everyone's inevitable demise.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

[Wanderer] rolled his eyes, diverting his eyes back to his notes. "Everyone will die soon, who cares? I've heard your spiel several times already. You need to get more entertaining material."

"[Wanderer]!" You scolded him.

Your eyes widened in disbelief at [Wanderer]'s unwittingly casual jabs at the apocalypse. You wanted to ask him if he was even listening, but the truth will disappoint you. A cold sweat formed on your brow.

Ryoji's smile crooked into a hopeless one.

"You depend on (Y/n) too much."

[Wanderer] froze. "What did you say…?"

"You have a group of people around you, eager to establish a bond— eager to be friends with you. You have met Junpei, Yukari, Mitsuru, Akihiko, Fuuka, and many others– but you don't consider any of them as your friends." Ryoji shook his head. "Instead, you spend your time with just (Y/n). Never anyone else. Just them. To the point that I think it's unhealthy."

"I don't care for humans." He replied immediately.

"You're human too, [Wanderer]." Ryoji shot back. "You're made of blood, bones, and flesh."

[Wanderer] fell silent. What Ryoji said was true, and yet…

"Am I?" He laughed.

The sound was hollow and mechanical. Deprived of genuine mirth. It did not sound forced, yet his eyes were dull.

…

Perhaps he lived as a puppet for so long that the idea of being human has yet to reach him.

Ryoji shifted, uncomfortably glancing between you two. The tension was palpable despite the cafe's peaceful ambiance. Ryoji cleared his throat softly.

"I should leave…" He trailed off, voice slightly wavering. His eyes darted around, scrambling for words to say. "But, um, before I leave, I just want to say again that you need to give it some more thought, [Wanderer]... It's a big deal… Just…"

Ryoji sighed. "Remember to make your choice to spare or kill me by December 31st. I'm glad you're having fun but don't get too distracted with (Y/n). I'll be waiting."

That being said, his footsteps reverberated loudly in the otherwise still room as he turned and headed for the door. He dared to turn back as he grabbed for the doorknob and saw you two sharing a look that he couldn't determine if it was one of contemplation or displeasure. He hurried out and the cafe door shut behind him.

"Happy?" [Wanderer] bitterly asked.

You paused for a moment… then grinned.

"Tsk, what are you laughing at, worm?"

"Nothing, nothing!" You shrugged. "I just thought that for a guy with a stick up his ass, you're cute when you're jealous."

That riled [Wanderer] up in an instant.

You do not know the full extent of his envy's filth.

"I am NOT—" He stopped, realizing how counterproductive it would be. "Whatever. I don't care."

"Uhuh?"

"Shut up and finish your damn chocolate!"

II. Anger.

Before you know it, it's April.

"Seriously, you three, I'm bored as fuck! Can't I just take a stroll outside?" You yelled, waving the heavy persona compendium in the air as your sisters ignored you.

It hasn't been long since you reincarnated, so your right to go outside isn't as liberal. Given the impending threat of an apocalypse, the Velvet Room attendants are especially overprotective.

"(Y/n), dear sibling, watch your mouth! You mustn't let Igor or Nameless hear you speak so vulgarly."

Taking a good look at your new "siblings", you've noticed how almost everyone was present. Margaret sat elegantly on the sofa while Theodore & Elizabeth were doing their best to calm you down. It's almost rare to have all three in one place. The three oldest were busy-bodies who had more eccentric matters they devoted their attention to. Including rapping and dancing, though neither performances are good for your senses.

"If boredom plagues you, then you should try teasing Theodore." Elizabeth yawned. "He's easy pickings."

"Sister!" Theodore pouted. "Shouldn't (Y/n) focus on studying how fusing works? It would be a better use of their time…"

"The day (Y/n)'s new wildcard learns the value of social links might just be the day miserly politicians become generous." Elizabeth shrugged.

You paled, tugging her sleeve. "Oh fuck… Am I screwed?"

She gave you a lopsided smile. "I may be your new sibling but that does not mean I am obliged to resolve your problems, (Y/n). Learn to solve this on your own."

Theodore coughed.

"Please, stop scaring them, sister Elizabeth. It's not their fault this new guest is a cruel arbiter. I fear there will not be a second of groundless joy in store for them…"

"You're not helping me relax either! Motherfucker. Can't you two speak normally?"

"Settle down, all of you."

The four of you stood straight as Igor tilted his chin up. Though you've gotten used to his bloodshot gaze, it had a way of prickling your skin this time around. With his signature smile, he closed his eyes and snapped his fingers.

"Our guest is about to enter."

"W-Wait, RIGHT NOW?!?"

Before you could react, the room transformed into what appeared to be a large elevator. The walls were barred and creaking noises began to subtly make their presence. A floating door materialized, and soon, opened.

Dark purple hair and eyes, short frame, soft face.

"…Hmm?"

You blinked.

"Wait, no way…"

You know him.

Of course, you know him.

"Everyone, meet [Wanderer]."

You decided that you two should reintroduce yourselves and forget that the past ever happened.

For now, you had been gifted with a vital role: being the protagonist's attendant.

According to your Igor, your role is to assist your guest in fusing personas. He had chosen you specifically in advance as you are his "anima/animus figure". Initially, that job was for Elizabeth. However, your beliefs, your intuition, your emotions— they're in perfect tune with [Wanderer]. Igor expects you to facilitate their spiritual and psychological growth and implore them to interact more with others.

Which, based on that alone, sounds like this puppet just hired an unpaid therapist.

"What do you want?"

"Well…"

Since you became [Wanderer]'s attendant, you've started to have thicker skin. He will always make his crankiness known each visit. You're slightly grateful for it, for how else would you know patience otherwise? Though his personality rubs you the wrong way, his strength does have merits you cannot ignore. Even Belladona, the Velvet Room's devout singer, had sung praises for his mettle. There was one line that struck you about her song, something about him being like a puppet with a beating heart unbeknownst to himself…

Which is why you thought you might as well try to see if you could convince him to take you out sometimes.

"What, like a date?" [Wanderer] scoffed then smirked, a light blush on his face. "Are you really that desperate?"

"No, eww—" You rolled your eyes. "I meant it literally. Igor and the others wouldn't let me go outside unless I'm with someone they trust."

He looked away and covered his mouth, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"Like a child?"

"Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up." You deadpanned, your pride slightly chipped. "Like a child or whatever you want to see it, as long as it gets me out of here. I just want to see the world before it all…"

You paused.

Better not to bring it up. You're not sure if Igor told him yet.

[Wanderer] raised an eyebrow. "What's in it for me?"

You shrugged. "Is money not enough?"

He paused.

…

"You've got to be kidding me— Fine, what else do you want?"

His eyelids lowered, hissing slightly. "Evil expects evil from others, huh? I wasn't trying to think of anything more, but now that I think about it…"

"Oh, great."

"… I can take your request," he pointed at you. "But only if you join me in the library. Anywhere else, especially loud places like clubs, I'll send your ass back."

That's a no-brainer.

"Deal!"

Though you've missed the peculiar sight, [Wanderer] had a small smile on his face as you shook hands. The two of you had become nearly inseparable since then.

Worryingly, he's closer to you than other humans.

The only relationship he needed was with you.

And with what little time this world has left, you hope you could have a last cup of coffee with him…

I. Denial.

Your reality crumbled. What a START.

Your family, friends... all gone. No one was left. You convince yourself you "deserved" this punishment for smoking a life away with dreadful workloads, no matter how untrue it was. When the world burnt down, you were sent into a darkness you had not known before.

The person in charge of your reincarnation process told you that for the next few minutes, you and a selected companion will see your lives flash before your eyes in a void— and it will not necessarily be a comforting sight.

But you woke up relaxed. In an abyss filled with broken mirrors meant to depict your character to pieces, you donned a plain expression. There was not an inch of you that grieved for what was lost. Similarly, you had no care for how you were being transmigrated to another realm. Though you had grown accustomed to this isolation, humanity always struggled with silence. There was ringing on your fingers. When you unclasped your hands, you saw a pointed shard. Curiously, you clenched it. But no matter the tightness of your grip, no blood came out.

Your breath fogged up the glass. You wondered why that Memokeeper told you that you deserve to live on. You thought your life was rather unremarkable.

Makes sense. You thought to yourself. I'd rather pride myself on a boring life with integrity than an ambitious yet fraudulent one.

「Assignments. Commute. Study. Review. Assignments. Commute. Study. Review. Was that all your life was...? Then tell me, little (Y/n), why does the mirror in front of you appear distorted?」

And so, you gazed forward. Your reflection stood tall, larger than your life, and it beckoned you to come closer. This "(Y/n) (L/n)" had the opposite of a Cheshire grin- perhaps a caricature- perhaps an accurate depiction. Wearied of yourself and wearied of the sycophantic students around you. How unhappy are you to see yourself as someone like this? Are these the emotions you wish to be preserved? Is this the memory you want your world to be remembered by?

「These memories must be corrupted. Someone must be tampering with them. I do not think you lived a miserable life.」

I can't answer your questions either. But I think that reflection is who I am, because sometimes...

"I wish I had never been born at all."

Your lips were parted, but no sound came out. You resonated with those words, but they did not come from you. The voice was dark, hopeless, and alone.

When you were being sent off, you thought no one was around to greet you. There was another man. He had short hair and purple eyes- an incredibly rare sight in your world. This man seemed to be gazing at his reflection as well. You needn't know how he saw himself. The emptiness in his eyes did not differ from yours. He, too, was masking isolation as independence with an intense fragility. The dread he inflicted upon you was the closest you've ever gotten to facing your own perceived "weakness".

His memories were a mixbag. Some were filled with domestic bliss, but the anger in his heart triumphed more. He had friends but thought himself betrayed. His heart was constructed through a system of evasions, and he was a specialist in self-deception. This man knew little of emotions but had an abundance of it. It's no wonder he refused to sacrifice the artistry of his vengeance against humanity. You can sympathize with how he could not attach himself to those around him. He was burdened with malicious knowledge. Fakes. Lies. Insincerities. A class of his own.

However, he had a sin you cannot empathize with. A trait you can read that you're certain he had never noticed about himself.

He was a sickeningly beautiful man with a peculiar innocence.

He looked like a man who truly did not live in the real world.

This man did not feel real to you. He felt made-up. Fictional. His aura of flawlessness appalled you. Though you shared the same sentiments, you thought him dimensionless.

Yet this is supposedly your first meeting.

「Is it? Where have you seen him before? Can't you remember, dear (Y/n)?」

No. No, I can't.

「... What a shame. Worry no more, little (Y/n). Close your eyes. When you wake up, you will meet your new reality— new realm— new family.」

You nodded and agreed to a higher existence you did not believe in. Unlike others, you were a little bit more incapable of trusting a living soul. But there's no other choice.

Life is ordinarily far from anyone's control in the first place. Why bother fighting? If following can make her fuck off, it doesn't matter.

Nothing matters.

Wait…

Is that…

Scaramouche?

Before you closed your eyes and accepted your fate, you could've sworn...

He looked at you with a crooked grin.

「Thou art I... And I am thou...

Thou hast established a new bond...

Thou shalt be blessed when creating

Personas of the Universe Arcana..."」

"Hmm. Strange… Is that truly the order of the story?"

A woman stared at you.

Not (Y/n) (L/n).

YOU.

BEHIND.

THE.

SCREEN.

She smiled wryly.

Hate might empower you for a short while, but it comes at the cost of consuming you whole. Should a shard or any surface reflect [Wanderer]'s face, he would understand what he had become. However, it's too late. He had made his choice and stomped away any remorse he could have. When all is said and done, he alone will spread the ashes. He alone will stand. A blank slate.

[Wanderer] spent his life looking for scapegoats and ended up removing his responsibility.

Betrayals?

What a sad, sad puppet.

What a poor excuse to justify an entire apocalypse.

A poor excuse of a man.

"THE ARCANA IS THE MEANS BY WHICH ALL IS REVEALED." She muttered softly. "And you have been reading your story in REVERSE. Perhaps this is the only way this world can attain SALVATION. The chronological order is not a slice of life. You did not have a disagreement and decided to start your relationship over again. Life is far more WICKED."

"Read it again, but from DENIAL to ACCEPTANCE. The proper way to GRIEVE DEATH."

With great reluctance, she took the five cards laid on the table and placed them in an upright position.

"Let's see if you'd rather ACCEPT the truth or live in DENIAL."

Mixed-Kester can now message Wanderer [prior to 12/31/2009]

[lis-likes-fics]

Your Delusion

Pairing: dark!Dream of the Endless x Reader Word Count: 4.8k words Warnings: NSFW, dubcon, somnophilia, fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, forced(?) breeding, swearing... A/N: This was to get me out of Writer's Block. Kind of worked? Dream is a bit (ridiculously) delulu in here. He's doing some mental gymnastics in here, and I applaud him cause same. Anyway, enjoy this strange, strange man.

You look so beautiful like this.

Wrapped in your sheets with your eyes so delicately closed, lips so delicately parted, breaths so delicately passed, you look like a dream. My dream.

And you shall always be mine.

No matter what you may believe.

Your rejection was a white hot burn in my chest, a clawing in my throat. The searing courses through my veins, but I know that I cannot blame you for what you had said. You meant only the best, you meant only not to worry me.

But you shouldn't need to worry. Not about such things.

When I saw you in that field, my field—Fiddler’s Green—I knew then and there that I could await our union no longer. I had to have you, I had to keep you.

You turned when you felt me near, and your eyes filled with confusion for just a moment before the recognition of my presence replaced it. You always knew it was me in the end. No matter how many dreams you dreamt.

“Dream lord,” you greeted me, with a smile so soft and true. Oh, how I love your smile.

I took slow steps across the green grasses beneath me, slowly approaching. “It has been a while since you have come here.”

I usually find you with the brothers of the First Story, or perhaps with Lucienne in the library. Other days, you would wander through other fields or amongst the waters of the Golden Rivers. But not then.

Then, you stood in the flowers of Fiddler’s Green. The very place we first met.

“How are you?” I wondered.

You glanced away. It was a shy little gesture, and a quick one at that. In no time, your eyes were back to me and it meant the world. “Better now,” you mumbled, placing your hand against a tree. “I almost forgot how beautiful this place was.”

Though I would usually acknowledge your words, I cannot help but to stare. “I have missed you.” I cannot always find time to see you with all the work I find myself caught in, but when I do, you never disappoint. It had been a couple of nights since last we saw one another, but it was a couple of nights too long.

“I missed you, too.” You said it as though you truly meant it, and that was all I needed. “How have you been doing?”

“Thinking.” I moved closer. There was still too much distance between us.

You tilted your head gently. “About?”

“Many things,” I shrugged. “But mostly you.”

You seemed almost taken aback by what I said, but you remain as kind as ever. “Me?” you chuckled—a bashful thing, really.

My eyes never left you. You're so beautiful, I mustn't ever look away. Perhaps I may lose you if I do…

“I can't keep you from my mind.” I watched as your smile faltered and your face shifted. “Every moment, I think of you.”

You tried to take a step back, but I grabbed your hands and held them within mine. I let the words spill, and I confessed what I had been holding in all this time. “You come and you go from my realm as you please. You smile and laugh as though any being could resist falling for the very thought of you. I look at you, and I know that what I feel is true.”

You looked away from me, down at our hands joined so firmly in one another. You close your eyes shut, and you squeeze them tight. “Dream, I don't think I understand.”

Then I would help you understand. You needed to know how much I need you, how much I crave you.

“I long for you,” I confessed. “Your beauty, your touch, your heart… And I can't keep from you any longer, my dear.”

I stepped even closer, the distance nearly squashed as I set my forehead against your own. “Dream,” your voice seemed so far away, so uncertain. But you mustn't feel that way.

“Be mine,” the desperation began to become clearer in my voice. “Join me as my wife and queen.” My thumb brushed the finger where your wedding ring would be placed. I would almost feel it now… “I shall protect you with my life and love you with all that I am–”

“No.”

The icy chill of your disagreement, the stern tone of your voice, it created a sour taste on my tongue that I deeply resented.

I did not break away from you, though my grip on your hands may have tightened a bit more than they should have. “What?” My voice is low, upset and full of disbelief. You pulled your hands from mine, and I knew that I had to let you or else I may have hurt you.

“Dream…” you sighed heavily, like it pained you. “I can't.”

My eyes fixed on you, and I thought you could see the sudden darkness in them. Perhaps you did, but it wasn't enough.

“Why not?”

“Look at you.” You gesture toward me, taking another few steps away to establish a distance that left me cold. Your voice was not as steady as I'm sure you hoped it would be, but it was firm nonetheless. “Look at me.”

Your hand slapped back down to your side. It was a defeated movement. Hopelessness filled you in the form of tears, and that's how I knew you cared.

“You are the King of Dreams,” you continued, “one of the Endless, the fucking—ruler of sleep and unconsciousness, who's been alive for eons.”

Your brows knitted together, and your hand reaches across your frame. “I'm some…human you've been talking to for the last year.”

I swallowed thickly, the sourness turning to a bitter agony. “Don't you love me?”

I sound pathetic asking, but I simply could not go another moment without knowing.

“Of course I love you!” you exclaimed, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. The leaves in the trees around us shook incessantly, yet there was no wind. Your voice was weaker when you spoke again. “How can I not?”

Hope filled me, if only for a moment. If you loved me so, then why do you choose to deny me your hand?

“But I can't have you,” you explained. “I'm mortal, you're Endless. I will die, and you will go on living for damn near the rest of eternity.”

If time was what concerned you, we could take it away.

“I can get you immortality.” I tried to step closer, but you stepped away.

You shook your head. “It's not mine to take.”

It was times like these where I wish you weren't so good. It was times like these where I wish you were more selfish, more possessive.

“Nonsense,” I disagreed. “If you were mine, the whole of the Dreaming would be yours.” You grunted with such frustration that my own crawled up my neck and into my teeth.

“Morpheus.” I still don't like the way you said it…with such a stern resolve, so bitter and broken. “I can't… I've heard about what happens to those who love the Endless.”

I nearly scoff. “Is that what this is about?” I shake my head.

If danger was what concerned you, I would quash the threats set against my love.

“As I said, I can protect you.”

“I'm not afraid for me,” you urged, “I'm afraid for you.” Oh, my love, you hurt me so. “You've lost so much, I can't hurt you like that.” You took tentative steps away from me, looking down and finding it so difficult to reach my gaze. “It is easier for you to let me go and move on, than to humor this ‘relationship’ and get the both of us hurt in the process.”

You looked up, despite the pain, and you moved forward to take my face in your hands. I must close my eyes to relieve the ache of you so close to me now. Oh, how deeply you cut…

“Forget about me,” you insisted, trying to smile for my sake. I could see how much it hurt you. “I know it's not fair, but it's how it has to be.” When my hands land on your waist, you drop yours from my face.

Reluctantly, you set your hands on my wrists and pulled them slowly away from you. Your voice was soft, wavery. You were trying not to cry. “I am not meant for you.” You take a deep breath in. “And you were never meant for me.”

I didn't know what to say. Though, I suppose it did not matter, for the next moment, you were gone. You left from the Dreaming, and you were lost from my sight.

But that was days ago. You have been avoiding me since.

But I've been there. At every turn, I have been there. And I know you feel me, you know that I am always there—lurking, watching, waiting.

You know it's me when you glance over your shoulder for the shadow in the corner of your eye. You know it's me in the shiver down your spine, the phantom billow of my robes as I ghost past. You know it's me in the faintest sound of breath out of sync with your own.

And I can tell that you know it's me now, in the walls of your bedroom while you lay fast asleep. You look so beautiful, soft and serene. To be in your dreams is one thing, but to watch you lost in your sleep is something else. To know that my realm has so much power, so much influence over something as perfect as you… If only I could watch you sleep forever.

Perhaps I could… but I shall not.

I don't understand how you were so sure of how deeply we did not belong, but I did know that you were wrong. Of course you're wrong.

We are meant to be together. We always were and we always will be. I am not prepared to let you go.

You worry so deeply about us, my well-being and yours if anything were to happen. But as long as there was a gap between us, we could never be together. If our eternal marriage wasn't enough to fill that, then I would just have to find something else.

Something deeper. Something more important than bands on our fingers.

And every kingdom needs its heir.

I shed my robes, the sky hidden beneath them as black as the darkest sapphires. My gentle steps are silent as I approach, the moonlight glinting on your skin now blocked by my frame.

Slowly, I sit on the bed beside you, and I cannot resist the touch of my hand against your cheek. You're so soft and sweet, especially when you lean your face into my hand. I smile, and I know you love me.

I lean down ever so slowly, and my lips press to your forehead. Your head shifts, a little keen against me. Oh, how you beg for my touch, my darling.

And I shall give it.

I remove the covers from your body, revealing you to me. Your shirt rides up your belly, exposing the soft expanse of your skin to me. I place my hand there, and hear you sigh. I slide down, my fingers caressing your skin until my hand dips below your shorts and presses to the cotton of your undergarment.

Your breath hitches when you feel my fingers against your clothed clit, brushing so gently, it's like a phantom touch. Still, you do not wake.

Spreading your legs for me, I cup your perfect little pussy in my palm and sigh. Just as I thought you'd be, warm and wet and waiting for me. I tease, stroking gently with my fingers to bring your arousal further. You squirm against my touch, but still you do not wake. You know I am here, you have no reason to fret.

I knew you loved me.

I lean down and kiss you, though you're so tired you do not kiss back. But that’s alright, you are all I need.

I pull away from you, standing once again and standing at the foot of the bed. I grab at the waistband of your shorts and pull them and your panties down your legs, pausing when you stir too much. When you no longer shift, I pull them off completely.

Oh, you are lovely.

My hands stroke the expanse of your smooth skin, and you sigh at my every touch. Your brows knit together, a far off focus in your dreamland. My fingers tease the seam of your sweet cunt once more, delving between your wetting folds to feel how hot you are around me.

You begin to stir again, but my hand to your stomach eases you. I do not want you to wake yet. Not yet. Soon.

Your walls clench around my finger, and I reward them with another. A tiny whimper slips through your lips. I massage my fingers in and out of you, deep and slow movements that coax more and more wetness from your cunt. My thumb presses to your clit, and your hips roll against me very slightly.

I can no longer control myself. I move onto my knees and hold your legs apart. I just want to taste you. And when my tongue meets the arousal seeping from your lips, a deep moan rumbles within me.

Such sweet honey you make all for me, only for me. I suckle around you, licking and sucking and tasting you with a growing enthusiasm. Your tiny whimpers are becoming moans, broken and needy as you keen into my touch. Your fists clench and unclench, your thighs try to close, your hips roll against my mouth. But I keep you steady, steady and still and open wide for me.

As I suck around your clit, I can feel you clenching around my tongue, which licks in and out of you and laps up your sweetness. You're so close, I can feel it, I can taste it. Your desperation for a release is a potent syrup on my tongue.

Your body shakes and your mewling moans fill the room when you come undone. You gasp, a pitchy, wonderful sound that makes me suck harder around your pulsing clit. You try to break away from me, but I only pull you closer, drunk on your taste and refusing to let up until I have had my fill.

It's a wonderful thing, watching you cum for me so deep in your sleep. I can see flashes of your dreams behind my eyes, skin against skin and warmth and passion and even brief images of me. I feel you tremble beneath me, shuddering and whimpering so sweetly.

I work you through your brief overstimulation, groaning around your pussy as your taste overcomes my senses. The intoxication is a precious salve to my hunger for you, but it does not last long. No, I will never not hunger for you.

And I soon shall never have to find myself starved of you either.

The next time you cum, your back arches off the bed and your mewls mix with your heavy gasp. When I hear the sound of your quickening heart and feel the tug of your slowly building consciousness, I pull apart from you.

Shh. Not yet. Sleep, my love. Soon you shall awake and see me giving you all that you desire.

I place my hand to hold your cheek, and your fluttering eyes steady once more as they seal shut in your returning slumber. And when all is right, I smile. Your slick allows my fingers to glide right through.

Perfect.

I move away, stripping the both of us until we're nothing but skin. The bed dips under my weight, and I pull your thighs over my legs.

Taking my cock in my hand, I hiss lightly. You've truly made a mess of me: hot and hard and leaking. I lean down to you, pressing my lips to the side of your face and dipping down into your neck.

“Don't worry, my love,” I whisper in your ear. “We shall be together.”

I line myself with you, and holding my breath, I thrust inside. Warmth blossoms along my body, and I shudder at the tight heat which welcomes me. “All of us.”

You whine as I push farther inside of you, going deeper and deeper until you've taken me all the way. A thick sigh heaves from my chest at the way you clench, and my hips stutter at the feeling. I pull back and thrust in once more, building a steady rhythm that grows with my passion and desperation for you.

You whimper and moan, squirming beneath me as you stir beneath the slumber I've placed you in. The images in your mind—our bodies, our lips, flashes and breaths—they mix like a cocktail that further my intoxication.

My thrusts are perhaps a bit too rushed for our first time together, but I cannot help it. You are better than I have ever imagined you'd be. I want to savor this, to take my time with you, to cherish each feeling and each taste and each sight…

But we shall have plenty of time for that in the future. Right now, I must ravage your body lying so pliant and willing for me.

I kiss your neck, taking the soft flesh between my teeth and sucking. You taste like flowers and honey, a precious taste I shall never tire of. I rut into you, listening to the sweet sounds of your slick along my cock, listening to your weak moans, your needy whimpers. I'm determined to make you cum with me as I rub your aching little clit with the pad of my thumb.

My need for you trumps everything else. I want nothing more than to bury myself as deeply inside of you as I possibly can and fill you with my love, a love that would take root within you and grow our dearest child. I hook my arms underneath your thighs and put you in the perfect position to receive it, chest to chest as I bury my face in the warm column of your throat.

“Oh, my love.” The words spill out of me as the pleasure grips my throat, and I thrust deeply inside of you. In the same thrust, your back arches off the bed and you actually shake in my arms as you cum around my cock, squeezing me so tight that I have no choice but to cum inside of you.

A rough groan tears through my throat and into your ear. As your tight pussy trembles around you, you gasp as the pleasure rips through you. I feel the harsh tug of sleep being taken from you, and you fully awake with me still buried so perfectly in your cunt.

You choke on my name, and the sound is so sweet that my hips stutter in a half-thrust that pulls a moan out of you. I smile, pulling back without pulling out and looking down at you. You're so beautiful like this, dazed from the pleasure, still coated in sleep with the confusion of it all.

“Dream,” you whisper again, your voice thick with sleep and something else. “Dream, what–?”

You don't have time to speak because I have already begun fucking inside of you again. I'm not quite done yet—I want to make certain that you shall carry my heir in your belly, certain that I shall claim you forever.

And I'm already so addicted to the feeling of your body. To be without it would be a crime.

With the relief of a release, I can focus now as I gaze down at you. My hips thrust in and out—a steady, quick, rough rhythm that has you moaning with loud and helpless sounds that are music to my ears. Your hands reach up, clenching my arms with an uncertain goal.

You struggle to speak, so driven by your lust for me that all you can do is form wordless words as I fuck you. You curse and swear, glassy eyes on me as I hold you close.

Suddenly, I pull out of you, and the most pathetic whine slips from your throat. I flip you onto your belly, spreading your legs and pushing your chest down as I enter you from behind. You welcome me, as I knew you would. My perfect girl.

“Hello, my darling,” I whisper through a groan after a particularly rough thrust. “Did you miss me?”

You mutter something of my name, and I smile.

“I missed you, too,” I say. I press my chest to your back, bringing my hand to wrap around your neck so gently. “But I shall never leave you again. And you shall never leave me.”

You try to say something but it doesn't matter. I pick up my pace, my strength. I hold you tightly and fuck into you with everything that I have. As my fingers circle your abused clit, you moan and gasp for breath as all the pleasure stacks on top of you, one right after the other.

“You're so good for me, my love,” I sigh. “You're always so good for me, as you sleep and as you wake.” Another whimper resounds.

I've longed for this moment for so long. This moment where you would be beneath me, moaning my name and welcoming me into your intimate warmth. Your body moves against me, seeking me out and shuddering under my touch as I give you everything you need. All the slick has built with the addition of my cum dripping out of you, coating me and the sheets below in white. The sounds we make together—the moans, the creaks, the smacks—it's a beautiful cacophony of sweet music. I could stay here forever, locked in this room with you and your body and your love, fucking you with all my passion and making love to you with all my heart.

Your hand reaches out to grab something, settling for the pillow, which you grip so hard, it looks as though you may tear into the fabric. The pictures in your mind have become so much more muddled. Now they're flashes of white, the vague movements of bodies and the vague sounds of groans. It's a mess, a beautiful mess of tangled thoughts and watered down cohesion.

Your moans shudder like cries when I pull another orgasm from your weak little body. As I fuck you through it, the pleasure becomes all the better as you go blinded by it.

“So perfect, my beautiful dear.” I pull out of you, and you sigh as I do, as if you think this is over. I turn you back onto your back.

My knuckles smooth gently down the side of your face as you stare up at me, your eyes glazed over. I kiss you, a deep, bruising kiss filled with all of my lust for you. It takes you a moment, but you kiss back. It's a wonderful feeling.

As our lips are joined, I join our bodies once more. You gasp into my mouth as my cock fills you once more. I trail my kisses along your jaw and back to your neck, painting you in love bites and taking you as mine.

My hips snap into you, my hands hold you tight, my lips lave along your skin. Oh, how I love you so. It shows in the way that I thrust, in the way that I sigh, in the way that I kiss, in the way that I hold you close to me. I can't let go.

A couple of stray tears slip down your cheeks, and I kiss them away. Poor thing, so full of pleasure that you're crying for it.

Without giving you much time to recover, my thumb is at your clit again. I've become utterly intoxicated with the sight of your undoing: the way you tremble and shake, the way you gasp and sigh. I love you.

And for a while, we stay like this, rocking and grinding and moaning into one another. The sight of our faces are drenched in utter bliss, and I bask in the moment. I can feel the beginnings of a second release prickling within me, and my steady thrusts begin to falter.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Your dazed eyes look up at me, your question interrupted by a moan. “Say–ah! Say what?”

“Tell me that you love me. As I love you.” I press my forehead against yours, rutting into you with all my strength as I begin to lose control. “Tell me, my darling. Tell me.”

“I…” You clench your jaw, arching your back as you struggle to speak through your pleasure. “Fuck, Dream.”

Your mouth is agape, and your eyes are closed so sweetly. But I need to hear you say it. I need it. “Say it.” My grip on your hip tightens, my thumb on your clit becomes more ruthless.

Lost in euphoria, you gasp and nearly choke on the words you give to me. “I love you.” You huff out a heavy breath, holding me tighter as your lips search for my skin. Their sloppy contact slides against me, wanting nothing more than to feel my skin against you. “I love you, Dream. Fuck, don’t stop, I love you.”

I sigh at the pleasure it gives me to hear those words on your delicate lips. “Again. Say it again.”

“I love you.” A whimpering sound mixes with a groan. “I love you, Dream.”

My fuse is running out, and with the way you tighten around me, I don’t stand a chance as my rough thrusts bring the both of us even closer to our highs. I can taste it on my tongue. The taste of your honeyed flower skin and your sweet arousal is my own personal wine.

My voice is barely a whisper in my haste. “Say it.”

“I love you, Morpheus.”

The dam breaks as I spill inside of you, shoving my cock as deep as I could possibly reach. Your gasp joins mine, and our sounds mingle with heaving breaths, your pitchy moans mixing with my deepened ones. You hold me as close as I hold you, and our lips slot together in the white noise of our ecstasy.

My hips continue their endless pursuit within you, desperate rolls thrusting within you just to make certain we’ve created our heir. For a while, I lay there on top of you, sparing you my weight but offering my warmth as I stay comfortably sheathed within you. Our gasping breaths have settled to gentle sighs, and you lay limply beneath me as you stare up at the ceiling. Contemplating.

When the time has unfortunately come to remove myself from you, I do as I adjust some hair from your face and kiss your forehead.

There was a fog in the room that I had not noticed before—not a physical one, of course. It’s beginning to clear in the aftermath of our combined pleasure. Your eyes slowly find mine, glazed still but the clearest they have been all night. Now that the blinding bliss has settled and you’ve fully awakened, there’s a clarity you’ve suddenly gained. You take in the sight of my face and I smile down at you, brushing my thumb over your cheek.

“Dream,” you mutter gently, to which I hum. “What have you done?”

My smile grows. I place a kiss to your lips, one that you seem to have trouble returning. Hooking my finger under your chin, I ensure you see me as I speak softly, a gentle hum that I know you shall hear.

“No one shall steal you from me now. Not even Death, no one. You are mine and only mine.”

Your eyes are glossy now, unshed tears gracing them that I hope to wipe away. “Dream,” you whisper, holding onto me with a tight grasp that I embrace. You look like you’ll say something, something dire and important. Instead, you close your mouth and smile, the kind of smile that must be pushed for.

“I love you,” you whisper. There’s an undertone to it that I dismiss. You’re tired, that’s all. I know you love me, and that’s all that matters.

I smile, kissing you again with all the love in my heart. My hand on your waist tightens, and I must remember that you are human. Pulling away from your lips, I brush my finger over your bottom one.

“I love you, too, my darling wife.”

Nothing can take that from us now.

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5 MINUTES - J. HUGHES

paring: Jack Hughes x fem! reader

word count:2.7k

requested? no

warnings: use of y/n.

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The music pulsed through the house, vibrating the floors and resonating with the thumping of my heart. I found myself standing at the edge of the bustling party, a plastic cup of some questionable punch in my hand. My best friend, Luke Hughes, had dragged me along, promising it would be a night to remember. And knowing Luke, he was rarely wrong about these things.

Luke and I had been close friends since childhood. Our families were intertwined in a way that only years of friendship could manage. He was the kind of guy who would make anyone feel at ease, and tonight was no exception. He had introduced me to a few of his friends, ensuring I was never left alone in the sea of unfamiliar faces.

Among those faces was Jack Hughes, Luke’s older brother. I'd known Jack for a while, but our interactions had always been brief and slightly awkward. He had a reputation for being a bit aloof and, frankly, somewhat rude. Despite this, I couldn’t help but feel a certain attraction towards him. His tall frame, tousled brown hair, and piercing blue eyes always managed to catch my attention, even when he was being his usual, standoffish self.

I looked up to see Jack standing a few feet away, a drink in hand. He glanced over at us, offering a half-hearted smile before taking a sip of his drink.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice low and slightly mocking. "Glad you could make it."

"Thanks for the invite, Jack," I replied, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

Jack just smirked and moved on, leaving me with Luke who gave me an apologetic smile.

"Don't mind him, he's just being Jack," Luke said, rolling his eyes.

I tried to brush off the encounter, reminding myself that Jack was just being his usual self. But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. I had always harbored a bit of a crush on Jack, but his consistent rudeness had made it hard to see him in a romantic light.

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As the night wore on, the energy of the party continued to escalate. I found myself joining in on a game of "5 Minutes in Heaven," a classic party game that I hadn’t played since high school. The rules were simple: a bottle was spun, and whoever it pointed to when it stopped would be your partner for the next five minutes in a closet. What happened in those five minutes was up to them.

To my surprise, when the bottle came to a halt, it was pointing directly at Jack.

"Looks like it’s our lucky night," he said with a smirk, leading me to the closet.

The door closed behind us, enveloping us in darkness. I could hear his breathing, steady and controlled, as he stood close to me.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked, trying to break the tension.

Jack chuckled softly. "Well, I guess we could just talk, or…," his voice trailed off as he leaned in to kiss me.

Taken aback, I pulled away quickly. "What the fuck, Jack? You can't do that to me."

He looked shocked, his blue eyes wide and filled with regret. "I’m sorry, Y/N, I shouldn’t have done that."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Why would you do that? Especially after being so rude to me all night?"

Jack sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I don’t know, I guess I thought it was what you wanted."

I looked at him incredulously. "You thought I wanted you to kiss me after you’ve been nothing but rude to me all night?"

"Yeah, I guess," he admitted, his voice filled with uncertainty. "I mean, the way you look at me says otherwise."

I felt a mixture of surprise and confusion. "What do you mean, the way I look at you?"

He shrugged, avoiding my gaze. "I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. But there’s something in your eyes when you look at me that made me think you might feel the same way."

I took a deep breath, trying to process what he was saying. "Jack, just because I find you attractive doesn’t mean I appreciate being treated the way you’ve treated me tonight."

He looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You think I'm attractive?”

I rolled my eyes, feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Of all the things I’ve said, that's what you focus on?" 

He looked taken aback, his blue eyes searching mine for a moment. "God, I hate you," I muttered, half-serious, half-teasing.

"Times up, you two!" Luke's voice called out. 

“Thank god” 

We stepped out of the closet, our eyes meeting briefly before we both turned away, lost in our thoughts.

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The rest of the night passed in a blur, the party slowly winding down as people began to leave. Luke approached me as I was getting ready to leave, a concerned look on his face.

"Are you okay, Y/N? You seem a bit off tonight."

"I'm fine, Luke," I replied, forcing a smile. "Just tired, I guess."

As I drove away from the party, the events of the night replayed in my mind. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of frustration, confusion, and disappointment. Jack had managed to completely turn my perception of him upside down in just five minutes, and I wasn't sure how to deal with it.

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The evening after the party, I was at at Luke's apartment watching TV when I heard a commotion outside my apartment building. Curious, I peeked through the window to see what was going on. To my surprise, I saw Jack involved in a heated argument with another guy on the street. Before I knew it, the situation escalated into a physical fight, with punches being thrown.

Feeling concerned, I quickly grabbed my keys and rushed downstairs to intervene. By the time I reached them, the fight had been broken up, but Jack looked worse for wear, his face bruised and bloodied.

"Jack! What the hell happened?" I exclaimed, rushing over to his side.

He looked up, his blue eyes clouded with anger and frustration. "It's nothing, Y/N. Just some guy who had it coming."

I frowned, not convinced by his dismissive tone. "That doesn't explain why you're all beat up. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Without waiting for his response, I grabbed his arm and led him back to the apartment he shared with Luke. He didn’t protest, allowing me to guide him inside.

Once we were inside, I guided him to the bathroom and began searching through the cabinet for first aid supplies. Jack watched me silently, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a vulnerable expression.

"Sit," I instructed, pointing to the edge of the bathtub.

He hesitated for a moment, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but eventually complied, sitting down as I began cleaning the cuts and bruises on his face. The tension in the room was palpable, the silence filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

As I gently dabbed at a cut on his cheek with a damp cloth, I felt Jack's hand reach out, grasping my wrist lightly. I looked up to find him staring at me intently, his blue eyes dark with a mixture of pain and desire.

The intimate contact sent a jolt of electricity through me, intensifying the already palpable tension in the room. I tried to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks as I continued to clean his wounds, but it was impossible to ignore the sexual tension between us.

Jack's grip on my wrist tightened slightly, his thumb caressing the back of my hand as he watched me with an intensity that left me breathless. The air between us was thick with unspoken desire, and for a moment, all the past animosity and tension seemed to fade away, leaving only the raw, undeniable attraction that had always existed between us.

Finally, I finished bandaging the last of his cuts and pulled away, breaking the intense eye contact. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stood up, trying to regain my composure.

"There, you're all patched up," I said, my voice slightly shaky.

Jack released my wrist, his fingers lingering on my skin for a moment longer than necessary before pulling away. "Thanks, Y/N," he murmured, his voice husky.

I nodded, avoiding his gaze as I gathered the first aid supplies and headed for the door. "You're welcome, Jack. Just try to be more careful in the future, okay?"

He nodded, his eyes still locked on mine. "I will."

"Y/N, wait," Jack's voice called out softly as I reached for the doorknob. I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" he asked, his eyes searching mine with a mix of vulnerability and hope.

The question took me by surprise, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words. The sexual tension between us still lingered in the air, and his request only intensified the emotions swirling inside me.

"Jack, I..." I began, struggling to find the right words. The temptation to say yes was strong, but I knew that giving in to the desire would only complicate things further.

He seemed to sense my hesitation and quickly added, "Just to make sure I'm okay. You know, in case there are any complications with the injuries."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and clear my head. "Alright, but only to make sure you're okay," I finally agreed, trying to keep my voice steady.

A grateful smile spread across Jack's face as he nodded, standing up from the edge of the bathtub. "Thank you, Y/N."

I followed him to his bedroom, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling. Jack sat down on the bed, watching me expectantly as I hesitated at the doorway.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked, my concern for him outweighing my discomfort.

He nodded, his gaze softening. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit sore."

I approached the bed cautiously, taking a seat beside him. The sexual tension from earlier still lingered, but now it was mixed with a newfound vulnerability and intimacy that left me feeling both excited and apprehensive.

As I lay down next to him, I couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his body radiating beside me. We lay there in silence for a few moments, both lost in our thoughts and the intensity of the moment.

"Thank you for staying, Y/N," Jack whispered, breaking the silence.

I turned to face him, our eyes locking once again. "You're welcome, Jack," I replied softly, the unspoken emotions between us making it difficult to find the right words.

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The next morning, I slowly woke up, the morning light filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow over the room. As I stirred, I became aware of a warm, comforting presence beside me. Turning my head slightly, I found myself face to face with Jack, our bodies pressed close together in an intimate embrace.

We were cuddling.

The memories of the previous evening came flooding back — the fight, the tension, the unspoken feelings, and the unexpected intimacy. A wave of emotions washed over me as I lay there, trying to process the significance of what had transpired between us.

Jack looked peaceful, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. The bruising and cuts from the fight were still visible on his face, but in that moment, they seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the vulnerability and tenderness that I saw in his expression.

As I lay there beside him, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of confusion, longing, and contentment. Despite the complicated history between us and the unresolved tension that still lingered, there was something undeniably comforting about waking up next to him.

I carefully shifted my position, trying not to wake him as I untangled myself from his embrace. As much as I wanted to stay wrapped in the warmth of his arms, I knew that we needed to address the elephant in the room and talk about what had happened.

I quietly got out of bed, leaving Jack to continue sleeping. I headed to the kitchen to make some coffee, needing the caffeine to help clear my head and prepare for the conversation that I knew we needed to have.

As the coffee brewed, I couldn't help but replay the events of the past twenty-four hours in my mind. The fight, the tension, the intimate moment in the bathroom, and now waking up in each other's arms — it was all a whirlwind of emotions that left me feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive about what the future held for us.

Just as I poured myself a cup of coffee, I heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, I found Jack standing in the doorway, his messy hair and sleepy eyes only adding to his disheveled appearance.

"Morning," he said softly, his voice husky from sleep.

"Morning," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady as I met his gaze.

We stood there in silence for a moment, the tension undeniable as we both struggled to find the right words to break the ice and address the situation.

Finally, Jack spoke, "About last night... and this morning... I just want you to know that I meant what I said about being more careful and controlling my temper. And I appreciate you staying to make sure I was okay."

I took a deep breath, grateful for his sincerity but still unsure about how to navigate the complicated feelings between us. "I know, Jack. And I appreciate the honesty. But we need to talk about what this means for us moving forward."

He nodded, his eyes searching mine as he took a step closer. "I agree, Y/N. Let's talk."

I took another deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. The weight of the moment was palpable, the tension between us still lingering but now mixed with a sense of urgency and determination.

"Jack, I think it's clear that there's something between us," I began, choosing my words carefully. "But we've also got a lot of unresolved issues and tension that we need to address."

He nodded, his expression serious as he listened intently.

"I'm not saying that there's no potential for us to be more than just friends, but we need to figure out how to move past our past disagreements and the way you've treated me," I continued, trying to convey my thoughts as clearly as possible.

Jack looked down, seemingly reflecting on my words. "You're right, Y/N. I know I've been a jerk, and I've got some work to do on myself. But I want to try, for us to try. I've always felt something for you, even when I was being an idiot."

“Then why were you such a jerk to me” i ask. 

ack took a deep breath, looking back up to meet my gaze. "Honestly, Y/N, it was never about you. It was always about me and my own issues. I guess I was afraid of my feelings for you, so I acted out and pushed you away instead."

I frowned, trying to understand his perspective. "That doesn't make it okay, Jack. You can't use your own issues as an excuse for treating me poorly."

He nodded, acknowledging my point. "You're right, and I'm not trying to excuse my behavior. I know I messed up, and I'm truly sorry for hurting you."

I sighed, feeling a mixture of frustration and sympathy. "Jack, if we're going to try and make this work, you need to show me through your actions that you've changed. I need to see consistent effort and respect from you."

Jack reached out, taking my hand in his. "I promise, Y/N, I'll do everything I can to make it up to you and prove that I've changed. I care about you more than you know, and I want to build something real and meaningful with you."

I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, but all I saw was genuine remorse and determination. "Alright, Jack," I said softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm willing to give you a chance, but remember, actions speak louder than words."

He nodded, a grateful smile spreading across his face. "I understand, Y/N. And I won't let you down."

As we sat there, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, I felt a renewed sense of hope and optimism.

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Dirty Alphabet - Eustass

Eustass Kid x Female Reader

*This one I got carried away cause he's my boo lol 🥵❤️‍🔥🫦*

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you're already in a relationship he will be a big snuggler but don't you dare mention it or he'll deny it. If it's a casual/ one night stand thing he'd probably see if you wanna go get drinks…or just bounce up outta there. Lol

B = Breath Play (do they like it done to them or doing the deed)

Loves choking you and knowing he's so strong he could crush your windpipe buttt he's a kinky man so he loves it if you return the favor when you're riding his cock. Your smaller hands trying to squeeze even just the smallest amount of oxygen makes him grunt and groan out curses.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Big mess maker for sure!! Wants to fill you with cum but also wants to cover you in it too. Smear that shit along with your makeup till you're a big sloppy mess that he can tease. If you swallow so be it but he loves shooting it on that pretty face of yours. Also he cums A LOT! So be prepared!

D = Dirtiest Kink (what they think is their dirtiest kink)

Wants to tag team you with Killer which you expected but the real secret is that he thought of sharing you with Law and Luffy. He doesn't know why but the thought plagues his brain. Maybe it's the fighting they've done together in Wano that drew him to the idea but he'll never admit it to you…maybe he'll tell Killer though.

E = Exhibitionist? (Do they like being watched)

Loves attention!!! Watch him all you want but don't think he'll be shy about it baby. That man will solo masturbate and talk you out of your panties in a second to join him. Also loves watching you as well.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything to showcases his strength and his big dick. Full nelson, mating press to keep you pinned down and feel his entire length. Also pronebone so you can't push him off and his big arms can cage you in how he likes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Will crack jokes but always in a teasing way as he's fucking you into the mattress. If you try to make an embarrassing joke though just expect him to scowl.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I wanna say kind of trimmed cause he looks like he manscapes but he likes having a happy trail of red hair leading to the ‘main treat’.

Idk why but I feel like if you didn't shave he'd go feral. 🤷‍♀️ Idk why lol but I think you not following the usual beauty standards would drive him literally insane lol

I = Initiation (how do they get you going? Vice versa )

He's a horn ball 24/7 so he's super handsy and if he's not touching you he'll spill pure filth no matter who's around. His crew gets a kick out of it but if they try and make comments to you best believe they'll be thrown overboard or spending their time scrubbing their own blood off the deck.

J = Jealous (how do they get when jealous )

It's Kidd…he's territorial. I can totally see him getting jealous and storming off somewhere. But if you've been together a long time he's not asking questions just grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to punish you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation Kink! He loves the both of you being fucked out beyond the point of words, shaking and drooling from round after round.

Corruption Kink! If you're a good girl, best believe he wants to change that. Wants to turn you into a horny ticking time bomb, literally desires to turn that shy exterior into a handsy sex machine just like him.

Glasses glasses glasses!!! If you wear glasses it makes you look nerdy/sweet which plays into his corruption Kink and now he can't help but picture what they'll look like covered in his cum. (Totally self indulgent but IDC it's my page lol)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. This man has no shame when it comes to sex on his ship, hell he'll even fuck you in an alley way. Weirdly doesn't like you being seen though so he'll pick positions that he can cover you with his big body. Even covering your mouth so no one can hear the sweet sounds you make for him only.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He's always horny but loves when you get just as handsy as him though. If you do try flirting he'll make you work for it just to see how far and bold you get.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Can't really think of anything this man won't do tbh lol 🤣 He's a freaky freak.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves fucking your face but loves eating pussy, it's his favorite meal. Ask him and he'll be honest.🥵 So sit on his face and then you both can devour each other.

P = Pace (rough and fast, slow and soft)

Depends on his mood. He's always rough but sometimes he'll fuck you slow with deep mind numbing thrusts till you're begging for him. Yet other times he'll fuck you fast and hard till you're shaking and drunk on his cock.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes yes yes. Whenever and however many he can get from you he's down.

R = Rope (shibari, bondage? Do they like it?)

Yup whether giving or receiving that man is down. He's a big boy who can take you whipping him or even slapping him across the face while he's tied up. But won't go as hard on you as you can go on him. He knows his strength but won't push yours unless you beg of course.

S = Sharing? (Are they willing to share you?)

Depends on who it is. If it's Killer, absolutely lol If he's having a captains talk with Law and Luffy and they just so happen to mention you he'll freak out in a feral lust but ultimately it's up to you of course.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He makes his own of course. He's a craftsman with many skills and desires so of course he'll come up with something.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The meanest 🥵 teasing you till you're pouting and begging for relief

V = Voyeur (do they like to watch)

Yup yup! He'll even join you in giving him a show lol

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If you wear heels, step on him! Not in a submissive way but more in a, “I'm strong those pointy heels won't do shit” type of way. It's like a play on a pain fetish and heel/foot fetish. The feeling of your heels scratching at his shoulders make his groans so much raspier. Will also kiss along your ankles when you wear them telling you how hot they look.

If your feet end up hurting while you walk he'll just toss you over his shoulder before you can even think of removing them.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick baby~ heavy dick and veiny with big breeding balls 🤷‍♀️ just saying the man cums alot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always on go!!!!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

His brain can be pretty active so it takes him a minute tbh but he'll cuddle you to sleep and fall out shortly after.

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Promises

Part 1 | Part 2 | more coming soon

“I make no promises, I can't do golden rings, but I'll give you everything tonight”

Pairing: Mafia Leader!Jaehyun x female reader (cafe owner)

Genre: Friends to lovers au, fluff, smut and angst

Warnings: gun and violence mention, blood mention, stalking, unprotected sex, slight choking kink, slight impregnation kink, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, overstimulation

Word Count: 6.5k

((A/N: this is a short fic series inspired by the song “Promises” by Calvin Harris & Sam Smith. It's been some time! Y/N is now a bakery shop owner! I hope you enjoy this short series, I believe there will be four parts. If you're a jujutsu kaisen fan, the Geto version will be added to our ao3 :)))

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[2 Months Later]

It’s 10:30 PM, the chairs are up and you’ve just about finished mopping the floor. Jaehyun sighs and leans back into the driver’s seat of his car. He’d been watching you every night since he left. He couldn’t stand to not be near you, or to not make sure you were out of harm's way once you left work and walked home at late hours.

If he hadn’t messed up that night, if he hadn’t been vulnerable with you and given into his heart's desires life a selfish, touch-starved man, he would still have a friend. He could keep you company when you closed the bakery, and talk to you about everything. Just like the days before that night.

You lock the front door with your keys, and start your journey home. 

You sigh, dragging your hand bag over your shoulders and buttoning your coat. “Well, at least there’s no rain tonight.” Your eyes and legs are tired, and all you want to do is climb into bed and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate, maybe you’ll watch a movie. You put your headphones in and fix your hands into the coat pockets

You’re about halfway into your 25 minute walk when Jaehyun notices two men following you. As usual, he drives slowly, and without his headlights on the dark road so you don’t suspect being followed. The two men walked out of an alleyway as if they were waiting for you to pass them. Jaehyun’s brows furrow. He knew you couldn’t hear their steps because you were listening to music, but how couldn’t you feel their presence?

“Shit.” He grumbles, knowing that he will have to make himself known if he is about to stop these men.

2 minutes later and they still huddle together while walking behind you, however, you bop your head to a new song just released by your favorite k-pop group.

“Oooo I’ll have to add this one.” You say to yourself, adding the song to your Bakery’s playlist on Spotify. By the time you look back up, you see a car swerve right in front of you.

“Holy-“

“Get in!” Jaehyun unlocks the door of his coupe, which is now perpendicular to the sidewalk, blocking you in with no choice but to get in.

Your look of shock turns into one of disdain. You take your headphones out. “You’ve got some nerve.”

You walk in front of the car and flash both middle fingers before continuing home.

Jaehyun curses under his breath, swerving the car back into the street to drive beside you.

“Listen, let’s talk about it, okay? You just need to get in right now, I’ll take you home.”

“I don’t even know who you are.” You roll your eyes.

“Y/n! Stop fucking around! Get in!”

“Hey hey hey…no need to get aggressive, man…she said she’s not interested.” A strange voice says from behind you.

Before you can turn around to see his face, he drapes a heavy arm over your shoulders to stop you from walking any longer.

“Leave her alone…she told you to get lost.” Another man speaks, your eyes widen.

“You alright, sweetheart?” They turn to you, your heart begins to race as you get an immense feeling of dread.

Jaehyun quickly puts the car in park and jumps out. He walks towards them as they pull you back. “Get off of her.”

You reach out for him with pleading eyes. “J-“ you start, but you feel something circular pressing into the small of your back.

“Oh no, we’re saving her from you, she’ll be perfectly fine once you’re gone.” The man chuckles.

“Tell him to get lost or we’ll put a hole in you.” The other whispers into your ear.

You gasp and look back up at Jaehyun.

“Fuck off dude, you’re a creep. Isn’t he, sweetheart?” He presses it in more.

“I-I’m fine, just go away!” You look at Jaehyun in hopes that he will listen, one wrong move and it could be either of you with a new bloody hole to model.

Jaehyun lowers his hand and nods. “Okay.” He walks away and jumps back into the car. You feel a sense of relief, but it's short-lived as you are now subject to whatever these men want to do with you. You feel disappointment and despair. Did Jaehyun really give up on you that easily? Could he really abandon you in this moment when you needed him the most?

The men drag you back into a dark alleyway.

“Please! Leave me alone! Don’t kill me!” You beg for your life in hopes that they will just leave you alone, that they’ll have a sudden change of mind. But deep down you know they’ve been planning, they’ve finally caught a victim and don’t plan on stopping now.

They only laugh and tie your hands together behind you while you sob and plead.

“Quiet down, sweetie, you’ll live but only if you shut the hell up.”

One of the men says before throwing you into the brick wall. You grunt as you feel your back collide with the rough surface.

The man is about to say something else when you hear a sharp, high-pitched noise echo into the night. You shut your eyes, flinching when you feel blood splatter across your face.

When you open them you see the body of one of the men laid out right in front of you, a small hole in his forehead gushing out blood as his blank eyes stare at you. You scream, and the other man grabs your coat, yanking you in front of him before pressing a gun to your temple.

“Who the fuck is there?! I’ll shoot her right now!” He looks around anxiously.

The alleyway is completely dark, you can’t see anyone, but the man backs away thinking that the shot came from the right side.

He stumbles over his friend's body, releasing his tight grip on you in the process. You take it as your chance to run away. He tries to run after you, “Hey you bitch!, get back-“

Before he can finish, another shot goes off. The man lets out a blood curdling scream and drops to the ground. You quickly turn around, panting as you see his shadow finally come to light.

Jaehyun.

Your dark-haired savior walks slowly towards the crying man with a sniper gun in his hand. He lugs it around like it's nothing, but based on the length, noise, and precise shots, you know it’s heavy. You swallow hard as you watch his menacingly large figure create an engulfing shadow over the man.

As he walks under a street light that the man has dragged himself to, you see a completely unfamiliar look on Jaehyun’s face. He’s angry, no.. he’s outraged, and the dark glare in his eyes makes your heart race. Is it because he’s hot, or is it because he’s terrifying? You’re not sure.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t give the man a chance to beg. He cocks his gun and shoots his other kneecap. The man places both hands over it and cries out while laying on his back.

“No!! Please don’t! I’m sorry, we weren’t gonna hurt her!” The man cries out when he sees the grim face of Jaehyun looking down on him as he crawls away.

Jaehyun cocks his sniper gun again.

You finally snap out of your daze and run towards him. “No stop! Don't do this!” You yell out.

Jaehyun doesn’t respond to neither you nor him, he only aims for the crying man’s crotch area. He shoots him again and cocks his gun. The man struggles to back away from him as he aims it at his head. 

Jaehyun is so furious, not a word escapes him, he only feels rage and sees red. 

But just as he’s about to pull the trigger again, you jump onto the ground in between the gun and the man.

“Jaehyun! Stop! Please, he’s learned his lesson.” You pant, your arms till aching as they are tied behind your back.

“Move.” Jaehyun’s tone is dark, you don’t even recognize him.

You swallow hard, hoping you can get through to him. “Jaehyun..it’s not worth it, the police are gonna be here any second now, just leave.”

“I said move. I’m gonna blow his head off.”

“No! I won’t allow you to! This ends now.”

Jaehyun’s voice raises. “They put their hands on you! They were going to hurt you! They deserve nothing but pain!” 

“Yes! I agree, but you’ve done enough! Get out of here!”

Suddenly, police sirens start to get louder, it's as if someone called them after hearing the shots.

“Jaehyun..help me, please.” You look up with wide eyes, and finally, Jaehyun snaps out of it.

He finally puts his gun by his side and leans down to help you up. 

He looks back at the man and kicks his head hard, leaving him crotchless and bleeding out on the dirty ground alone.

The two of you run back to Jaehyun’s car.

 He helps you into the passenger seat before jumping in and speeding away.

“Jaehyun, what the hell! You–you just killed someone.” You cry as he drives maniacally to your place.

“Are you okay?” He ignores your panic.

“Okay? Okay?! No I’m not fucking okay, Jaehyun, I just witnessed a murder! There’s- there’s blood all over me!” 

Once at a stop light, he takes his pocket knife out and cuts your zip ties. 

“Are you hurt?” He asks as he examines your soft face and body.

You sigh and look into his worried eyes. Damn it, why did he have to look at you like you’re his world? “I’m..listen I’m fine, but what you did was not okay, you just killed-“

“It’s what I do y/n.” He says lowly, calmly, but with a scary tone. The light turns green and he continues driving. The street lights illuminate his sharp features and you feel your heart drop. The man you had a deep longing for lived to kill, and killed to live, that’s the reality of it. He had no regrets whatsoever after taking a human life.

This was normal for him.

His fist tightens around the steering wheel. Your eyes catch a glimpse of the thick veins in his arms. “If something happened to you..I couldn’t live with myself..I’m sorry you had to see that, but it was necessary.”

He looks at you then quickly looks away, hiding how his eyes started to fill with water. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way. You’re just trying to get home after a long day of work. What if he wasn’t there to save you? What if he lost you? And he realizes once again why you two could never date. You’re nowhere near ready to see him for who he truly is.

You take a deep breath and relax into your seat, resting your elbow on the door. Your fingers shakily press against your temple as you look out of the window . “Jaehyun..you can’t protect me from the world..you can’t just hover around and follow me everywhere.”

“Why the hell not?” His nose scrunches.

You flick your head towards him. “Because you’re not my boyfriend! You yourself said you regretted ever meeting me, you never wanted to see me again, and yet, here you are swooping in like fucking Batman!”

Jaehyun clenches his jaw and abruptly parks his car outside of your apartment building. 

“I mean nothing to you..you should start acting like I don’t.” You look down at the floor and say sternly.

He sighs. “Y/n..I—didn’t..” he stumbles over his words as you sit there in silence.

You look back up at him, and he wants to hug you, he wants to hold you and get lost in your beautiful eyes. He takes a moment to breathe in your scent, still fresh and pretty after a long day at work. 

“What?” You watch him as he stares.

He sighs and looks out of the window. “You can get out now.”

You purse your lips and nod, tears threatening to escape. “...the next time I see you outside of my job, I’m going to call the police.” All this time, you knew he was watching. 

Jaehyun turns back to you with a puzzled expression. Night after night, you’d seen his black sports car parked a few feet away from the bakery. You knew he was there, and you never approached him about it. 

You look into his eyes before opening the door and stepping out. Jaehyun doesn’t protest as you slam the door and head inside.

Once he sees your apartment light turn on, he drives away, angry at himself once again. What if someone saw him with you? What if they knew he had a weakness and knew where that said weakness lived?

He lays in his bed after taking a hot shower and falls asleep quickly. 

“Jaehyun..”

“Hnnn..” His eyes struggle to open.

“Jaehyun..baby.”

“Yes…hmmm.”

“Need you..” 

Jaehyun hears your soft voice and feels your warmth. He opens his heavy eyes to see that he’s back in his car. This time he’s in the backseat with you beside him. 

“Y/n..” He rubs his thumb over your cheek to check if you’re really there. You lean in and look into his eyes before kissing him deeply while closing your eyes. 

 Jaehyun turns his head and groans into your mouth as his tongue traces over your smooth lips. Cherry. The same cherry balm he tasted when kissed your lips the first time. 

The hunger in his chest grows, he grabs you by the waist and brings onto his lap, your arms still tied behind you as you moan. He handles you like it’s nothing, pushing your skirt up your hips and to your waist before pulling you down harder onto him. 

He releases your lips finally, a string of spit dropping down your chin as you whimper. He pulls his pocket knife out and quickly cuts the fabric of your underwear, a move that has your skin riddled with goosebumps in no time.

He looks at the knife, thinking about how he should also cut your zip ties, but also thinking of how he doesn’t really want to. Something about you being bound, restricted, and doomed to ride him until you swelled with his offspring made everything hotter to him.

He looks up at you while brushing his fingers over your opening. It's silky with your essence, already building just from your kiss. You throw your head back and start to grind onto them as he teases you. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, gazing up at your angelic face. He swears he’s already in heaven.

His fingers finally enter you, a high-pitched moan escaping you once you feel them stretching you out. 

“I-I’m ready!” You move faster, finding it hard to hold back as you’re so wound up already.

He pulls his fingers out and wraps his arm around you to guide you down onto him. “Good girl…almost there.” He whispers while watching you take him in.

The sight is so satisfying, he doesn’t know if he’ll last all night. You gasp once his tip kisses your sweet spot, but you continue to move up and down like you did with his fingers.

You move easily, your essence and his pre cum being all the lubricant you need to fit him inside repeatedly. He groans, rubbing his large hands along your thighs.

“So—good, I can’t” You struggle to move steadily with your arms tied behind you, you’re close, but getting weaker. You close your eyes as tears escape.

He tilts your chin, forcing you to open your eyes and look down at him. “Don’t slow down, baby, you want me to fill you up right? Well, keep going.” He chokes you slightly as you whimper. 

“Yes..please cum with me..” 

He could see your breasts bouncing under your button down dress shirt from work, he could see them pop open one by one as you bounced faster. And your pussy, so warm, so tight around him. He can feel his tip twitch as you clench around him, threatening to coat your walls at any moment now.

“Oh my.. GodI!” Your head falls back. Sweat runs down into the crevice of your breasts. He grabs your waist with both hands, taking over to slam you down onto him at a faster pace. He thrusts into you aggressively, chasing after a high that he knows he’ll remember well after tonight.

If you thought you could drop him after this, you’d be so wrong. He’d never been happier, never been hungrier, never been more anxious to fuck someone into oblivion like this. He could keep going if you let him. He’d have to recover quickly just so he can do it all over again in minutes, it would be difficult, but it’s not impossible.. He had to do it for you.

“Cum for me, baby, I know you want to....yes good girl, so tight for me.” He pants, his voice is gravelly.

“Jaehyun!” You cried out one final time before his eyes flew open. 

No. 

Jaehyun looks up at his ceiling and feels his bed under him. It’s wet with his sweat.

His chest is heaving and his dick is painfully hard, sticking straight into the sheet above him. “Shit. It felt so real.” 

He closes his eyes and rounds his fist around his dick to relieve himself, still imagining you clenching around him so beautifully while in his car.

He groans and wipes his forehead once he’s done. “This is gonna be hard.” He knows he should respect your wishes to not see him again, but deep down he knows he will have to. He knows he’s in too deep, and letting go is impossible at this point.

[One Month Later]

Jaehyun tries to let you go, he doesn’t watch you anymore..well, not every night at least.

He told himself he was getting better, and if “getting better” included installing a tracking device on your cell phone to follow you instead of watching you outside work, then yes, yes he was “getting better.”

A guy in his gang that acted as a hacker sent a virus to your phone through a text message pretending to be a K-pop album sale link. And just as he expected, you got too excited and clicked it without thinking. By the time you realized it was a scam, it was too late. He was in. You shrugged your shoulders and went about your day like nothing happened.

He didn’t track you every day but just knowing that he could when he wanted to was enough for him.

He had just welcomed a shipment with his guys, when he decided to take a break and check on you. His brows furrow when he notices you’ve stopped by a particular place between home and work once again. What could this place be? A new friend? Or.. a new man? No, you wouldn’t do that to him..or would you?

He jumps into his car and tells his guys to finish everything up before speeding away.

When he gets to his apartment, he looks the address up and finds that it’s an apartment building that belongs to a wealthy banker.

He bites his lip as he contemplates what on Earth you could want with a banker.

He relaxes into his computer chair and shrugs it off. He shouldn’t be intruding like this, it isn’t right. He’ll let you handle whatever it is you’re doing. It must be important and necessary. So he doesn’t let it bother him…that is until one day when you have a date with the man.

He watched you go out with the banker that aged you by at least 15 years. You wore a gorgeous red silk dress and did your hair up. Your skin looked immaculate and your smile shone brightly in the dim lighting of the restaurant. He watched from outside, holding himself back from marching in there and crashing the date. If Mr. Bank thought he was gonna get lucky tonight, he was very wrong.

You smile and laugh with him so much, Jaehyun can’t take it any more. He drives away.

A few hours later, you enter your apartment and kick your heels off. You shimmy your coat off before walking into the kitchen to get yourself some water. 

“Where were you?” A deep voice asks from the shadows of your kitchen.

You jump up and walk backwards. “WHO-“

Jaehyun steps out with arms crossed and knitted brows. His hair is styled back to reveal his forehead, and grey shadow rests under both eyes like he hasn’t slept in days.

He still looks handsome though, his black T-shirt clinging onto his toned biceps.

“Jesus Christ!! Jaehyun WHAT THE HELL?” You quickly turn the light switch on then turn to your handbag, fumbling around for your pepper spray.

“It’s 3 fucking A.M. and you’re just now getting home.” He tilts his head, confused as to why you act like he’s intruding.

Your mouth falls open, the audacity of this man.

“Are you crazy? That’s it, I’m calling the police.” You reach for your cell phone in your bag, but as you search for it, Jaehyun walks up to you and grabs your wrist.

He quickly places your hand behind your back and backs you into the wall.

Your eyes widen as he towers over you. 

“Answer the question first.” He grumbles, looking down on you like you’re some kind of criminal that’s been caught stealing.

You shake your head and gasp. “I don’t have to answer to you! I’m a grown woman!”

Jaehyun smirks as his eyes trace downward, floating from your lips to your neck and finally to your pronounced cleavage.

“This is a really nice dress, y/n, did he like it?” His eyes are filled with fire and jealousy. He looks almost disgusted as he thinks about you giving your body to someone else.

Your eyebrows raise. “You’re still following me? You’re insane!” You struggle to pull your hand away, but you pound against his chest with your other hand. He quickly grabs it by the wrist and places it above your head, like it’s nothing. His neck cranes down to get closer to your face.

“Let me go!” you yell. 

He shakes his head. “Not until you answer me.”

“Somebody help me!”

He can’t help but chuckle. “Even if someone comes, do you really think they can help you? Do you want to watch another person die, y/n?”

You swallow hard, and even though he is frightening at this moment, you feel hot and lustful with the amount of power he has over you.

“What’s your problem? First, you say you regret meeting me, and now, you’re following me every day! I can't keep doing this! So what if I moved on? Yeah I fucked another man, now what? You gonna kill me?”

Jaehyun flips you around so he’s pressed against your back and you’re pressed in with both hands held by him.

You grunt as your cheek hits the wall.

Jaehyun leans into your ear and whispers. “Mr. Bank loves that cheap cologne on his dresser. I see him use it every day. But it’s funny because I don’t smell it on you. And that’s how I know you’re lying.”

Chills run up your spine.

“W-we took a shower together, did you forget that I like doing it that way?” You smirk. Jaehyun’s grip tightens as he becomes even more infuriated.

You were lying, but you liked to see him get riled up, maybe just maybe, he’d leave you alone so you could forget about him, so you didn’t have to touch yourself to the thought of him, so you didn’t have to look at the empty chair in your bakery in hopes of seeing him there one night.

“You’re intent on pushing my buttons..even with you pressed up against the wall..even with your hands behind your back. Aren’t you afraid of how bad it’ll get for you?” 

You chuckle. “Are you threatening me because I just had the best sex of my life?”

Jaehyun picks you up off of the wall and lays you down onto the counter face first with a hard push.

“The best huh?” He flips the bottom of your dress up to expose your ass in your thong. He then taps two fingers against your clothed folds, you jump slightly at the unexpected contact. “And yet..your panties are still intact and you’re walking just fine.” 

He continues to rub his fingers against you, pressing them in just barely. You whimper quietly. “Your skin is cold. Your thighs are dry and you’re reacting to my simple touch. You smell like you did the first time like grapefruit and berries..seems to me you’re just as untouched as the Virgin Mary.” 

Jaehyun whispers so deeply, you can’t help but grow wet. Damn it, he really knew you like the back of his hand.

“And if it was the best, why were you able to go back to your place? Why didn’t you just sleep there in hopes for round two?” He still drags his fingers in and out, teasing his digits along your opening by pushing them in slowly.

“Unlike you, he begged me to stay tonight but I told him “no, I have to be at work in the morning.” You let out, you try to have a sturdy voice as you slowly unreel from his long fingers.

“Please, y/n, the more you lie, the longer this will take. You’re not the whore you claim to be..” he whispers against the back of your neck, giving you chills once more, but you shake them off and speak strongly.

“You don’t know me! I did unimaginable things with him tonight!” You wiggle to try to escape him, but the strong 6-foot something man doesn’t budge.

“Oh is that so? Show me.” He leans back and presses your wrists down with one hand while unbuckling his belt with the other. He then ties your hands behind your back with it and steps back. He sits at your dining table and waits for you to walk over.

“I’d need my hands, Jaehyun.” You roll your eyes.

“Come on y/n, see how much you can do without them..” he taps his thigh.

You sigh and walk over to him. Why did he have this control over you? What if he just ends up leaving again?

“I shouldn’t do anything for you, you’re cruel.” 

Jaehyun’s low eyes trace over your body in the red silk dress as you walk over to him. “But are you doing anything for me, per se? No baby, you’re gonna use me to satisfy yourself after a disappointing date.”

His hands can’t help but find your waist. He forces you down onto his thigh but doesn’t do anything other than look into your wide eyes.

You look onto his neck and broad shoulders, you smell his simple and fresh cologne. You wish you could run your hands through his full head of hair and intertwine your fingers on it as you go dizzy.

He lets your waist go. “Or...you can just sit here and tell me you hate me. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, you know that.”

Your mouth falls open as you look at his lips.

“Go on..I’m listening.” He leans back and tilts his head slightly, looking down onto you with those low bedroom eyes. His gaze makes you tremble.

You’re so turned on from his touch, you continue moving against his thigh. He’d gotten you this far, why not finish it?

“I hate you because you won’t leave me alone. You send mixed signals. One day you want me, the next day you say it’s unrealistic to be with me. Make up your damn mind.” The friction of his thigh against your opening makes you light headed, but you push on.

“Before we do this again..I need to know what the hell you want from me, do you want me in your life or not?!”

“Y/n..of course I want you in my life...it’s just not safe for you..”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’ll be fine.”

He shakes his head. “I answered your question, you should answer mine..why are you home so late? What business do you have with that man?” He clenches his thigh and the sudden action makes you moan and shut your eyes tightly, you move faster.

“Jaehyun...it’s none of your business.”

He knew you were trying to get close to the bank manager so you could get another loan for your business, you needed to make improvements in the kitchen, decorations, flooring etc. and the money you made wasn’t cutting it. You figured that if you could find the right man to seduce, maybe you could get what you needed quickly.

Jaehyun knew this because he had seen the Google searches on your phone that went from “how to get a loan.” to “how to best seduce a man.” Hence, the red silk dress you wore, the glam hair, the intoxicating perfume that was quickly seducing even him as well, the high heels you wore to bring out your curves, and of course, the bra that made your cleavage noticeable to even the stars above.

“..let me protect you..and I’ll give you everything you need.” He kisses your neck and whispers into your ear while bringing one of your straps down your arm. He starts to kiss your shoulder.

You move faster on his thigh, swiveling your hips as his grip becomes tighter. “..that’s easier said than done..I want...I need to be completely yours, I don’t need a bodyguard.” You whimper and moan as he sucks your neck. Sweat builds onto your forehead.

“I don’t need your protection, I need your love.” You say breathily before finally releasing on his thigh. You rest your head on his shoulder, trembling while feeling your legs weaken.

He looks into your wet eyes and caresses your cheek while zipping down your dress with his other hand.

He then yanks your dress down to reveal your hard nubs. His hands cup your breasts, massaging them before tracing his thumbs over the peaks. “So beautiful, and only for me.”

He sucks them one by one, caressing them with one hand as the other grips your thigh, hard, so hard you know you’ll be sore for days. You groan in pain from his fingertips pressing in deep, and if your hands weren’t tied behind your back, you would’ve pushed him away.

He doesn’t let up, guiding your body forward and backward so you continue to leak all over his sweatpants. “Jaehyun!” You cry out in sensitivity, you cum again easily but he doesn’t stop. He won’t let you go, he continues to flick his tongue against your breasts. Your back arches, your clit is stimulated once more by his thigh, but it isn’t enough. 

He lifts you up easily and lays you down onto the table. He wants to make use of his time with you while you are bound, so he slowly drags your thong down your legs before throwing it to the side.

“Stay still..” he commands as your legs wiggle in an effort to get away from him. You whimper as he presses his fingers and thumbs into your thighs to spread you further apart.

He licks and sucks your clit as his fingers dive in deep. Your entrance, already sopping but welcoming him nonetheless. Your back arches again. “Jaehyun!” You cry out as you watch him devour you. His dark eyes lock with yours as he groans.

The tip of his tongue traces over your sweet spot as you throw your head back. You cum again, struggling to break out of his belt and grab his hair. He doesn’t stop, licking up everything that escapes as tears escape your eyes.

“Please.. I can’t- slower.” You plead, but he doesn’t care. He wraps his arms around your legs to keep them open and fixed around his head.

“Mmmm you taste so good, baby, and you’re all mine.” He chuckles then flattens his tongue against you.

He wants to make up for all the time he’d lost with you, he wants to consume you forever, to taste what he’s been craving all his life. He eats you out until you’re begging him to stop. Your wrists are tired of fighting against his belt, you try to kick his shoulders away again, but he simply smirks and grips your ankles tightly. 

“Don’t disobey me like that again, sweetheart.” His eyes dark and threatening as he looks up through his lashes.

You can’t stop moaning as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches, threatening to snap completely.

He finally finishes when he’s had enough. He stands up from the chair, flipping your body over and lifting one of your legs over the table. He pushes the waistband of his pants down, releasing his hard member and grabs your waist. He runs his cock against your slit, parting it slightly with the head to gather your slick. 

“Gonna be a good girl for me right? Gonna follow my orders and cum when I tell you to?” He asks lowly.

“Yes! Yes..Jaehyun..I need-“

He pulls you into him, your ass shakes as you moan. The angle created by one leg lifted drives you crazy as he pushes himself deeper and deeper. You can’t stop yourself from clenching.

“Fuck..so good..cum with me, don’t let anything escape..I wanna see you hold it in for me..”

He buries himself in deep with each stroke, allowing you to feel every judge and vein as he runs his dick against your velvety walls. The table shakes with each thrust, he groans when he feels you clenching again. He moves faster, pressing his hand into the small of your back to keep you still. 

“Yes, don’t..stop!” You release onto him and chant his name as he moves in and out slowly.

“That’s it..such a good girl for me..” he rubs your clit to coax another orgasm out of you despite you being sensitive. 

You can feel his abs on your back, you can’t take anymore. You open your hands and try to push him away. He pushes in deep to make you squirm. “Give me one more, okay..you’re my slut tonight, gonna do whatever I say, right?”

“Jaehyun!” Your hands fail to apply any pressure.

He chuckles. “Are you disobeying me? Tsk tsk..you act like you can’t take it, yet you’re gripping me like it’s yours..”

He rubs his fingers in circles with more force and you can feel your essence dripping down your legs continuously now.

He thrusts faster and harder, the entire table moves as he pounds you like there’s no tomorrow. “Cum with me..cum with me right now..I’m gonna fill you up so you don’t forget who owns this pussy. so full..so warm, you’ll never give it to anyone else, that’s a fucking order, understand?..”

You can’t think clearly, you become dizzy. 

Jaehyun grabs your waist tightly to slam your ass against his pelvis and reaches his other hand around your throat to choke you. “Y/n! Do you understand?!” 

You struggle to breathe,  but nod and cum again. ”y-yes! Yes, oh my god!”

A loud groan leaves him while his movement stutters. He collapses on top of you as he empties himself finally.

After a few minutes, he sits back into the chair, turns you around and brings your limp body onto his lap as you pant. He holds you close by wrapping you in his arms, tracing his fingers delicately against your spine. 

“Jaehyun..just let me love you..please.” You rest your head onto his shoulder.

He does love you, everything about you makes him ache, you make him soft and remind him that he has a heart. He’d let his mind wander too many times, he let himself think of a world where the two of you could live together, have a few pets, get married, have kids..all sorts of “regular” things.

But love? Jaehyun is left speechless, he doesn’t know what to say, but he also doesn’t want to break your heart again. He was beyond worried for you. He unbuckles his belt from your wrists and helps you up.

He stands the both of you up then sits you back down. He looks down at you as you wait for his answer with pleading, wet eyes.

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” He fixes his pants.

You stand up on wobbly legs, take his head into your hands and kiss him hard. “You don’t have to be sorry, just give us a chance.” You say once you break the kiss.

He kisses you back before pulling away “I can’t.” 

Your mouth falls open in shock. “What exactly am I to you? Just a quick fuck and nothing else? Just tell me!” You turn away from him.

He feels his heart break again. “No! No..you’re much more than that..it’s-“

You turn back to him. “What? What the hell is it, Jaehyun?”

“I-I don’t know, I have to go.” He can’t look into your eyes anymore.

“No..don’t.” You grab his hand and tug him back. “Not again.”

“Y/n..I’m ....” he closes his eyes and shakes his head, keeping you from seeing the tears in his eyes. Why was he getting emotional?

The truth was Jaehyun had heard those exact words before. 

“no..don’t” 

It was the last thing his mom said to him. He was 16 and hell bent on doing his own thing. He ran away from home and decided to live a life of crime. He was stupid and broke her heart in the process, leaving her to die at home alone a few months later. At 12 years old, he had made a promise to protect and care for her when his father abandoned the two of them to take care of his other family.

Jaehyun needed to make more money and by the time he was 16, his friend offered an opportunity to make more money than he could ever imagine. It’s what he needed to do for himself and his mom, or at least that’s what he thought at the time. He didn’t know that all his mom wanted was for him to be safe and to grow up as a hardworking man she could be proud of. He disappointed her..and he feared he’d disappoint you too one day.

You sigh and let him go. “I don’t hate you Jaehyun, I just don’t understand you..”

He turns away from you to not show weakness once again. “I wish I understood myself, I wish I didn’t hurt you.” He leaves, slamming the door shut as you sink down into the chair.

[20-th-centurygirl]

nsfw alphabet

daniel ricciardo x reader

navigation masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

smothers you in kisses, runs a bath for both of you and refuses to stop cuddling you !!!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favourite body part on him is his thigh bc of his tattoo. he loves the way you always stare and drool over it and his head spins when you ride it 🤭

i think he's more of an ass man but honestly i think he loves your boobs and ass equally?? he can't really decide because he loves every part of his girl equallly

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he's soo kinky my mind won't be changed. loves finishing inside you bc he feels like it's a way of making you know you're his and no other man will ever get to experience that with you

but he also loves finishing on your face. he just thinks you look so so beautiful with his cum on your face

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's into risky sex and i think he secretly loves the idea of you being caught? like he'll take you back to his drivers room after every race, good or bad, to fuck you and he secretly wants someone to walk in and see how lucky he is to have you as his girlfriend and see how good you treat him

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he knows exactly what he's doing ! hands mouth dick he knows how to use them all and make you see stars everytime

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves abit of doggy because he can take control and he loves it when you ride him because you get tired quickly and it makes him soo cocky knowing you need his help.

but i think his favourite is missionary. it's basic but it always makes him feel close to you, being able to stare right into your eyes and hear every little breath hitch and whimper you make

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he'll smile at you because let's be honest when does this man not smile but i don't think he's super jokey with you. he likes to keep it serious because he's worshipping you and he needs you to know how much you adore him. he's always cracking jokes after sex though

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i don't think he's fully shaved just bc he has a beard but i also don't think it's super crazy down there. he keeps it trimmed and neat

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

so so romantic it's ridiculous. he's apart from you for so long and always rushed so he really savours having the time to love on you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn't really do it when he's with you but he's away for so long so he'll usually call you 🤭

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i am convinced this man is the kinkiest man ever idc ! loves sex in risky places so that whoever sees you can see just how lucky he is to have you. but he's also super careful because he knows that it could ruin your career and he doesn't want to embarass you either

is also the biggest tease ever, 100% has got you those vibrating panties to wear during a dinner with the other drivers. he wants you to beg and definitely gets turned on if you cry, also into overstimulating you.

and i think he'd secretly be into you taking control? like he's normally the dominant one in your relationship so he loves it when you're in charge but he won't ask you to do that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

likes fucking you in his drivers room and also likes fucking you in the back of his car but his favourite place will always be your bed because its yours.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

honestly anything but he goes crazy whenever you're at his races cheering him on. knowing you're there just to support him, how proud you are of him and your competitive streak coming out has him feeling lightheaded

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that makes you even the slightest bit uncomfortable or hurts you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he has a pussy eating nose idc. that man could spend hours buried between your legs making you go dizzy. he loves how quickly he can make you fall apart.

but he also loves it when you suck him off. he goes crazy when he sees you struggling to fully take him in the mouth. waking up to you giving him head (with consent ofc) is his favourite

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on his mood. normally he's fast but there's also times, especially when he's tired, feeling low or just missing you where he's super slow and loving

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

will always go down on you before a race 'for good luck' then have a quickie just after a race before taking you back to your hotel and fucking you properly

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and no? idk how to explain it :( he loves the thrill of having sex in a place where he can get caught, but he's also super careful bc he knows being caught can ruin his reputation and ruin yours. he's not into being risky in a place where the general public can catch you, but he'll take risks if the person that might catch you is someone you both know if that makes sense??

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

on days where he's got you all to himself and nothing to do he could literally go all day. his stamina is higher than yours, he has to take breaks because you need them

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

loves using them on you when he's fucking you to tease and overstimulate you. also likes them because he knows you're still able to feel good even if he's away. don't think he's massively into using them on himself but he wouldn't say no either

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's awful. he knows he has the power so he always drags it out and teases you. he wants you to beg for him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he can be either super loud, i'm talking loud moans and grunts or he'll stay quiet to focus on you and the noises you're making

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he's super into lingerie so when he's away he'll buy you new sets and get you to model them for him when he gets back 🤭

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he gives off big dick energy. little over average in length but he's girthy 🤭

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

also depends. he's either all over you or he's happy to just relax and spend time with you doing something else. i think generally it's quite high though

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he likes to stay up and just talk nonsense with you after sex. loves just holding onto you, gently stroking your back and arms talking about the most random stuff ever