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Helloooo~ Kanaaaa~ 👋 long time reader, first time asker~

I am here to express some love for our Shadow Monarch~ my boyfriend recently got me into the anime, and now I am obsessed~.

I can imagine him and his wifey being high school sweethearts, and being such an adorable little couple, little goofs together and so so loving together~

... 😈

I am also a sucker for dry-humping. Home alone, Jinwoo has healed (for the most part) from the last dungeon, him and future-wifey are making out on the couch~ (probably her place, unless Jinah is at school) and his hips just start rocking into hers he's so excited. But right when she moans in his ear--

He cums.

... His stamina isn't the best. He's so sorry, he doesn't know why it happened, his pants are a mess-- But she stops him with a gentle hand. "Darling~... I didn't say to stop~...😈" and he's just "😲😳🥴 okay"

He cums once more before he decides to cheat and use his fingers to make her cum in return. (A learning process, but they learn together) (And over he learns he can use his tongue? Game over, wifey, you better hope no one decides to stop by until he's done) (Fellow "Jinwoo loves eating out his wife" truther, represent ✊️)

However, post-Awakening Jinwoo? (After sobbing over him, having heard he was half-dead, you idiot, what did you do, I'm so glad you're okay, waaaaa) (because that would be so me, just loud crying) (But then kissing him all over his face because he came home like he promised he would) His stamina is starting to increase. He lasts longer and longer before finally cumming. His attitude begins to change. Not in an asshole way, he's more confident. More calm, more collected. Like he's in control of everything and everyone in the room... But he still loves her. He still had the same smile, just for her, he still knows where to kiss on her neck to make her giggle so hard she snorts, he still cooks her favorite food when she's exhausted from work (Civilian wifey FTW ✊️)

But now, instead of a cute little sub, he's a stoic top. (She's kind of relieved. Being a top every time is exhausting 😩)(At least *I* think it is) (But now he's such a top hog! 😠) (Hardly ever shares the role) (Oh, but not stoic in the bad way. He just doesn't make that cute ahegao face post third straight orgasm anymore) (She kind of misses it, she hasn't been able to get him to make it since) (Now SHE makes it 🤭)

OMG GIRLLLL THE WAY I WAS KICKING MY FEET WHEN I WAS READING THIS ASK AAAAAA YES YES YES SO CANON IN MY BOOK!!!!!

DRY HUMPING IS SO HOTTTTT BROOOOO I LOVE DRY HUMPING!!! i wrote dry humping on the deleted scene of Pillow Talk but it was with post-awakening jinwoo so reader was the one who came first LMAO BUTTTTT DRY HUMPING WITH E-RANK HUNTER JINWOO??? 😩 SO FUCKING CUTE AND HOT SIGN ME THE FUCK UPPPP

totally agree with you e-rank jinwoo would definitely cum in his pants the SECOND she went "ah, Jin, please..." in his ear LMFAOOO and i can imagine him covering his face with his hands, blushing madly because of it AAAAA HE'S SO CUTE

post-awakening jinwoo tho 😩😩😩 I came a little just by thinking about him LMFAOOO 💀 I agree with everything you said and it's SO CUTE if they've been dating since he was an e-rank so she could gradually see the changes UGH I WANT HIMMMM imagine expecting him to be all subby during sex only to have him pin your wrists above your head and hold them down with ONE HAND while he's fucking you fast and rough... GOD ME WHEN

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ybkayley · 11 months ago

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More love than one person can give

Pair: John Price + poly!141 x f!reader

CW: established relationships (with John), angst (at the begining), oral (f!recieving), fingering, group sex, unprotected PiV sex, creampie, cum play, soft and tender, unedited.

Summary: You always thought you were hard to love because you needed too much attention. Your relationship with John was the best thing that ever happened to you, but he, too, noticed that you needed more. You were terrified that he would leave you like everyone else, unable to satisfy your insatiable hunger for love, but he had a better solution.

Word count: 2,535.

A/n: Hi there! Last night I couldn’t sleep, I was overwhelmed by bad thoughts and loneliness. My hands reached for the phone, and I wrote this, falling asleep in the process. Written in the moment, unedited (read as is at your own risk). Please, enjoy!

“It’s okay, birdie,” he purrs in your ear, cradling you in his arms. “You just need a lot of love. More than one person can give.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words. Here we go again. You need too much. You’re too clingy. You demand too much attention. You’re too much. You don’t let him breathe. He’s tired of you. He wants to leave you.

You start to cry, your shoulders shaking slightly. You wanted to take this hit like a strong girl. But this isn’t the first time.

How many were there? You’d like to say that you don’t remember, but that’s not true. You remember them all. You remember every one of them.

You remember the euphoria of the beginning of the relationship. When everything was good and your clinginess still seemed as cute, not suffocating. Remember how they gradually began to distance themselves from you, because you became too much. How anxiety covered you, how you suppressed the urge to text, to call, to meet. How you smiled and said you understood when they rescheduled or cancelled dates. When they turned their backs on you right after sex. When they sent you home without even letting you shower. When they suddenly blocked you on all social media, changed their phone numbers, one even moved.

Because you need more love than one person can give.

You loved John. You loved everyone you'd ever dated, deeply and sincerely, but John was special. You'd been together for 8 months, the longest relationship you’ve ever had. And you still hadn't felt that creeping sense of anxiety.

He was perfect. So patient with you, so gentle. He couldn't stop smiling the moment he saw you. He couldn't keep his hands off of you when you were around, he had to touch you all the time.

You were walking down the street? His hand is on the small of your back. You were sitting at a bar? His hand is on your shoulder. You were sitting on the couch at home watching TV? His hand is squeezing your thigh.

It was hard when he was away on duty. Usually you couldn't keep in touch at all. Oh, how he comforted you for hours before leaving. Wiped your tears away with his big, calloused fingers while you sat in his lap. Words of love, though not very elegant, but simple and sincere, fell from his lips in a gentle whisper, and you only sobbed softly, trying to absorb his scent and his warmth.

He showed you what it meant to be loved. Made you believe that you deserved it. And now he was going to leave you.

Because you need more love than one person can give.

His words still ring in your ears and you do not hear another word that he says.

You return to reality only when he picks you up in his arms and carries you into the living room, where, as you knew, his teammates were still watching TV. Three strong, good guys whom John invited to stay at your house for a few days, immediately after returning from deployment.

You reflexively grab the blanket off the bed, covering your nakedness, as Price stands up with you in his arms; you’ve just finished your first round of passionate lovemaking. You’re his birdie, and you’ve missed each other.

Ignoring your feeble attempts to resist, he carries you into the living room. Your guests are lounging on the couch in front of the TV. Three heads turn in your direction, and the conversation stops. Embarrassed, you hide your face in the crook of John’s neck, pulling the blanket up higher.

John sits down in the chair opposite the couch and strokes your back, saying,

“Yes, birdie, you need more love than one person can give. And I know what we can do about it. We just need more people, right? So you can get all the attention, love, and care you need.”

You can't believe your ears, your heart is pounding in your chest, your eyes wide with surprise. Is he telling you to..? With his teammates..?

“Don't be afraid, birdie. I'd trust these guys with my own life. They'll take good care of you. Johnny?”

You're still hiding your face, but you hear the sofa creak as MacTavish stands up. You hear the hollow thud of his footsteps on the floor. He stops right next to you: you can feel the heat radiating of his body.

John turns your lower half so that it's facing forward as much as possible, with your face pressed against his neck. The blanket you were covering yourself with flies off to the floor, and you're sitting completely naked in front of three men you're not in a relationship with. He runs his big, hot hands up your thighs, pressing gently, spreading your legs.

“Come on, birdie, don’t be shy.”

But you can’t! You squeeze your thighs together, squeezing his palm.

Oh, what a storm of emotions is happening in your head right now. Shock, fear, horror, anger! But the only voice in your mind that really hits you is the voice of hope. What if John is right? What if one person, even someone like John Price, is never gonna be enough for you? What if you just need more? Like not one, but four people? Four big, muscular men with the most dangerous job in the world that have probably broken each of them in their own way? What if you are the glue that puts them back together? The glue that will forge their bonds on a new level? What if they can pour enough love into the bottomless vessel of your heart to keep it constantly filled?

“Birdy, I can make that decision for you if you want,” John whispers in your ear. “One nod from you and we’ll make it look like I made you do it and forced you. Like you didn’t want it. So you could shift all the responsibility onto me. Do you want it? Nod. And I’ll do it.”

You hesitate for only ten seconds, and then nod a few times.

John smirks, and his palm immediately presses on your thighs, spreading your legs wide. He holds your hips so that you can’t bring them together, and you’re grateful to him for that. It wasn’t you who seriously wanted other men to see your most intimate parts. It wasn’t you who wanted them all to take you. To love you all together… You’re not some kind of slut. No. It was John who made you do it all, your boyfriend. He’s the villain in this story, not you.

You shudder when Johnny’s hot breath touches your pussy, still sensitive and wet from your round with John. Now you understand why Price decided to use a condom, even though you said you were on the pill.

You feel John nod as if giving permission, and the next second you can't think about anything else except the fireworks of sensations between your legs. Johnny eats you out like a man starved man. Sloppily he's making out with your cunt, gives her some chaste kisses, passionate licks and devastatingly strong sucks. His fingers find a way into your hole and you clench desperately around them, getting closer and closer to your peak embarrassingly fast.

You can't help but moan, forgetting that four pairs of eyes are watching you right now.

John massages your breasts, rolling your sensitive nipples between his fingers, and whispers dirty little things in your ear.

“Come on, honey, look at him. Johnny is trying so hard for you. Won't you at least give him a look?” John whispers. “He has such beautiful eyes, come on, look.”

And you obediently peel yourself off his neck and cast a bashful glance between your legs. The sight that opens up takes your breath away, and a shiver runs through your body.

Johnny really does have very beautiful eyes. Especially when they’re clouded with desire and pleasure. His head as a whole looks amazing, clamped between your lush thighs.

You glance at the couch, where Simon and Kyle sit not taking their eyes off you, squeezing themselves through their pants.

You cannot sit still and fidget, trying to either get away from the touches, or take control into your own hands and grind on Johnny's face yourself. Price has to hold you tight, pressing his palm on your tummy.

You moan loudly and awkwardly wave your hands, not knowing where to put them. With his free hand, John takes your palm in his and places it on Johnny's head.

“Don't be shy, birdie. Show him how good you feel. Johnny is a very strong boy, he won't break if you grab him by the hair and press him to your pussy while you cum. He'll even like it. He'll like it a lot.”

In response, Johnny only purrs contentedly, as if confirming the captain's words, increasing the pressure of his touch.

Not even a minute passes before the first wave of orgasm crushes you. You tremble and rest your palm on Johnny's forehead, who has not reduced the intensity of his caresses one bit. And only when the overstimulation is about to turn into pure pain, he finally lets you go.

You squeeze your thighs tightly and clasp Price around the neck, trying to come to your senses. He strokes your back and whispers all sorts of tenderness to you.

He whispers what a good girl you are. How smart you are for listening to him. How nicely you cumed. How proud he is of you.

“Birdy, give Johnny a kiss. He deserves a good kiss for his efforts.”

Without fully realizing who or where you are, you turn to Johnny, who, licking his lips, wet with your juices, moves closer to your face and kisses you passionately, shamelessly attacking your mouth with his tongue, leaving your own taste on your tongue. The kiss intoxicates you and you respond with fervor. When the kiss finally breaks, you go limp in John’s arms, your eyes tiredly closed.

“Simon, come here, please.”

“Yes, sir,” comes from the couch.

Simon, the behemoth of a man, scoops you up in his arms, and you reflexively wrap your legs around him, hanging on him, like koala hang on the trunk of a eucalyptus tree.

He holds you surprisingly careful, as if by accident touching your temple, wet with sweat, with his lips.

He carries you into the bedroom and lays you down on the bed, when everyone else enters the room after him.

Simon lies down next to you on the right, and Kyle lies down on the left. Together they kiss you in turns, their hands sliding over your body, exploring it, looking for your most sensitive spots. And all this, while Johnny climbs onto the bed after you, settling between your legs, and Price sitting comfortably in the chair in the corner, lighting a cigar.

Johnny was first. He mercilessly pounded into your body, constantly losing the rhythm. He was so vocal too. He puffed, whined, moaned, purred, almost howled with pleasure. He came quickly. Before he could pull out, you could already feel his hot seed leaking out of you and soaking the sheets under your ass.

Then he and Kyle switched places.

Oh, Kyle… He was in no hurry, enjoying your body as if it were an exquisite dish, served and presented exclusively for him. From your neck to your heels, he covered your body with kisses and every third one left a hickey on your skin. His hands slid after his lips, squeezing softly, stroking tenderly. You even thought that Kyle probably knew better than anyone how to give a real massage.

First, he made you cum on his fingers. And only then did he finally take you. He didn’t take a high tempo and didn’t try to forcefully fuck the soul out of you. He moved smoothly, as if even slowly, gracefully. He kept you on the edge, skillfully controlling the angle, depth and speed of his thrusts. And only when you started begging, only when tears started streaming down your cheeks - only then did he take pity on you and let you cum.

Simon was last. And you realized pretty quickly why he was last. He was the biggest. Even in your already fucked, wet from lube and cum hole, he squeezed in with difficulty. His cock stretched you to the limit. Just one more millimeter in diameter, you thought, and he would tear you in half.

“Shhh, birdie, I know, I know,” he murmured soothingly in your ear, when all you could do was whine pitifully:

“It's too big, it won't fit.”

He made it fit though. He sculpted your insides in the shape of his cock. And when he was done with you, it seemed to you that your soul left your body.

You were a mess. And a mess there was between your thighs. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your body trembled, your cunt throbbed in agony of mixed pain and pleasure. You were barely conscious at this point, a complete blabbering mess.

Two strong bodies on either side, one at your feet, three pairs of hands caressing your exhausted form, holding your legs wide apart so that John could clearly see how the mix of theirs spent flows out of your reddened swollen hole.

Price admires the view for a couple of minutes until you come to your senses, and when your breathing evens out a little, he gets up from the chair and climbs onto the bed too, moving on top of you like a predator on its prey. He catches your bitten lips with his own and drinks you greedily through a kiss.

You whine pitifully as, without breaking the kiss, he dips his hand between your legs, catching the seed that flows out of you and pushing it back inside. Sticky drops still seeping out and running down his fingers onto the sheets. Price clicks his tongue in displeasure and lowers his pants.

“Guess I have to plug you up myself.”

You whine loudly as he penetrates your body, entering you all the way to the base in one smooth motion. He sinks his full weight onto you, and you gasp softly at the force with which he presses you into the mattress.

“Atta girl,” he says, covering your shoulders and neck with kisses, his voice full of rapture. “So good for me. So good for us. So precious. You can take our love all at once, birdie. Bask in it. Take it all and be greedy for more. You will never feel lonely ever again. You have us all. We are all here just for you, you hear me? You are not too much to love, birdie. You just need more love than one person can give. And now you have four.”

You sob at his words, your weak arms wrapping around his neck as all four of them kiss you, stroke you, caress you, and hug you from all sides. In this living cocoon, tired but full, you finally fall asleep.

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