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[your-talos-is-problematic]

- Introduction post! -

Hi! I’m your-talos-is-problematic, or Probby if you want a shortening. This blog is primarily focused on the Elder Scrolls, but look out for other stuff including my other special interests (Baldur’s Gate and Hollow Knight).

Please send me writing prompts related to my Elder Scrolls or BG3 OCs! And if you want any extra information on them feel free to ask :D

I love receiving asks- you’re more than welcome to ask me about anything, but especially Skyrim, my OCs, or my writing! I’m YourTalosIsProblematic (no hyphens) on AO3.

Block #baldurs gate to avoid spoilers for/content about Baldur’s Gate 3 (I also tag #baldurs gate spoilers)

Stuff I’ve Written:

I Won’t Ask You to Wait - Afonya and Brelyna Maryon; 3rd Era Morrowind AU (4,116 words, 2/17 chapters)

“Aular Maryon just wants what’s best for his daughter Brelyna, and right now, that’s hiring the young Dunmer Afonya Orel as her personal guard. Afonya, who comes from the mainland, is in need of a job, and Brelyna is in need of a friend. It’s a match made in Moonshadow, but their growing bond is threatened by trouble in both the Maryon and Orel families.”

That Word Was Afonya - Afonya x Brelyna Maryon fluff (925 words)

“On a quiet night, hundreds of years after the events of Skyrim, Brelyna Maryon conducts a ritual to see her deceased wife again.”

No Rest for the Gifted - More Afonya x Brelyna (1,872 words)

“Brelyna’s always tried to keep the best interests of her classmates in mind. Tonight, an anxious Dragonborn is no exception. Especially because she’s head-over-heels for said Dragonborn.”

Tags:

Things not relating to Elder Scrolls are #not tes

Spoilery live-blogging of my playthrough of hollow knight is #posts made from the forgotten crossroads (I have beat the game, so it probably won’t be active)

Spoilerly live-blogging of Baldur’s Gate is #baldguysgayayeayeaye (also defunct for now)

My attempts at writing are sometimes under #probby conquers writers block

Stuff about my tes ocs are #switch skyrimverse, and individuals are #oc afonya #oc elia #oc eltid

Stuff relating to my Tav OC is #tilia of tragedy

Elder Scrolls OCs + Tilia under cut! They’re still very new and very in development. I’ve also written nothing about most of them. They have a lot going on in my head though!

Very detailed post about Afonya and Tilia (my Tav!) Probby don’t forget you put this link here

Picrew for first three

For fourth

Afonya/Afonya Orel/Afonya Maryon

Dunmer, She/Her, Lesbian, typically 20-23

Last Dragonborn, House Telvanni, Arch-Mage, Nightingale

Born as Afonya Orel, but dropped the last name when coming to Skyrim, then changed it to Maryon when she married Brelyna. Has distinctive white eyes due to an ancestor’s dealings with Sheogorath.

Lives in Heljarchen Hall (The Pale) with Brelyna, Lucia, and Runa. Formerly lived in Whiterun. Born on Morrowind’s mainland.

Elia

Dunmer, She/Her, Lesbian, 19-20

Afonya’s younger sister of three years, and one of her closest friends. Didn’t come to Skyrim with her originally, but Afonya paid for her passage after the end of the Civil War. Works as a servant to Thane Bryling.

Lives in Solitude, born on Morrowind’s mainland.

Eltid

Altmer, He/Him, Pansexual, lost count but around 150

Companions

Spent the first ~80 years of his life dating and looking for a husband willing to pay his sizable dowry. Joined the Thalmor after a bad breakup because it was the only other life path he had access to. Attempted to desert twice, and was successful once. Hates the Aldmeri Dominion for many reasons, including their promotion of very conservative ideas in Altmeri society and for taking both his sister and the love of his life away from him in different ways.

Lives in Jorrvaskr, but lived for three years at the Thalmor Embassy, and about thirty in Cyrodill, and spent his early life in the Summerset Isle in Alinor.

Tilia of Tragedy

Tiefling, She/Her, Lesbian, 30 (at beginning of game)

Lawful/Neutral Good, Karlach Romance

A draconic sorcerer who grew up in Elturel, Tilia is incredibly friendly, optimistic, and inquisitive. She lived with her parents until tieflings were banned from the city, after which her and her parents split up and moved to Baldur’s Gate and Waterdeep, respectively. She worked as a tailor and studied history, then the nautiloid thing happened. Post-game she lives with Gale and Karlach in Waterdeep and helps teach Gale’s students.

Less Developed OCs: Bertrana (Victoria)

Breton, She/They, Straight, 32

Dark Brotherhood

Assassin and member of the Dark Brotherhood for eleven years. Also writes a column in the local newspaper that reports on more secretive knowledge that is desired by the people of High Rock.

Tyernath Sea-Myth

Altmer, He/Him, Gay, 263

Dark Brotherhood

Altmer pirate. Joined the Dark Brotherhood after coming to Skyrim, and travels with Faendal.

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[corvimalice]

hi i'm me

you can call me mal or micolash. my pronouns are he/it

my main "fandoms" are nine inch nails and i have no mouth and i must scream. i reblog birds a lot so be wary. i also post about other stuff sometimes

my favorite bird is a hooded crow, my favorite band is angelspit, and i'm very interested in malware/cybersecurity

i'm on twitter/instagram/artfight as @corvimalice although i only really post art there. this is the only place you get to enjoy my fun insight and mechanical charm

remember: i did warn you

(video creator unknown)

#finally made a pinned post guys are you proud of me

[johnny-jhonny]

Im so normal about pnat

Benji / Benny / Johnny | 18 | any pronouns |

my main blog is transurgender, and my carrd is here <3

i also run is-johnny-jhonny-a-spectral-yet!

Tags

#(charactername)posting - posts either about that character OR that remind me OF that character (will still be using character names aswell tho) #r - reblogs #benjiart - art tag! probably won't be using this tag much though #benji reads pnat - pnat liveposting tag, mute if you think it'll be annoying <3 #grit n' queue boyo! - in the name, queue tag <3

#FINALLY MADE A PINNED POST. are you guys proud of me. #ignore the fact this is practically identical to my mains. im not creative #that carrd took me like way too long to make btw.

[why-what-no]

New Obsession

Pairing: Captain James Hook x Reader, Former Peter Pan x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Attempted Murder, Dacryphilia

Notes: guys, I finally posted something for the first time in a while! You proud of me?? Sorry for disappearing, I had so much going on irl, but I’ve got a bunch of spare time over the next while so I’m gonna try to get back into writing more often and finally getting through the last couple of requests I haven’t finished yet :):)

Summary: Having visited Neverland many times before as a child, she returned to Neverland after growing and was struck with the realization that it wasn’t what she remembered. Pan was no longer her anchor and protector, and she was forced to realize that everything on the island is a danger to her. Except for, to her surprise, the gentleman pirate whom she used to be terrified of

All around (Y/N), the pirates were reveling on the deck of the Jolly Roger, completely unaware of the way her mind was racing. Her heart heavy as the thoughts of Peter crushed her. The lost boy never stayed away from her thoughts for long, always returning with some good memories as well as the more recent terrible ones.

"Please tell me you forgive me, lost girl." His green eyes were filled with tears and his voice breaking as he held her down against the bed, dagger in his raised hand. Preparing to plunge it down into her heart, a betrayal worse than anything she had ever experienced. "I have to do this. I have to! But I couldn't live if you don't forgive me."

The heartbroken sound in his voice and look on his face made her want to forgive him; an automatic reaction that made her feel sick. Disgusted in herself and her weakness. Did she truly love that boy – any boy – so much that she could forgive him for her murder? With no explanation or attempt at redemption?

But she didn't give him a reply, and when he faltered, she ran. And now, she was with the people she had once considered her enemies. To an extent, they still were, of course. But they were also now her best hope for allies against Peter – against Pan – on this island. And there was something about the forget-me-not blue of their captain's eyes... they almost made her forget that the color green existed.

Now, those eyes were staring at her from the other side of the deck, as Hook sat in his captain's chair, gazing intensely at (Y/N) without any emotions on his face. His crew was cheering and grinning around him, but he didn't even spare them a glance.

It almost made her tense up, she wasn't used to feeling such vulnerability, pinned under the gaze of a man like Hook. She remembered him vaguely from when she was a young girl, although she had never actually interacted with him until the week she had left. He had seemed so old to her, so scary and untouchable. Peter had always encouraged her to feel that way.

Maybe that was why she felt like he was gazing into her soul. Because few people had known her that young, and the ones that did were all either her dearest allies or worst enemies. At the moment, Hook was neither. And so she didn't quite know how to feel about him. There were no boxes to put him into in her head.

But unfortunately for her sanity and dignity, there were words to explain the unsettled allure that his gaze made her feel in the pit of her stomach.

It didn’t help that he looked so… enticing. Strong and angular features, and a gracefulness in the way he moved. Everything was deliberate with him, every action purposeful and stayed in her mind for longer that it should. His pale skin stood in contrast to his long dark hair, cascading over his face and framing those hypnotic forget-me-not blue eyes. 

He stood up, drawing glances from his crew but quickly being ignored again when they recognized that he wasn't about to give any announcements. No, only (Y/N) was looking at him as he made his way towards her. Like a large cat, a mountain lion or a panther ready to pounce. To tear her apart.

But he didn't, merely stopped in front of her, leaning forward as the girl looked up into his eyes. It wasn't that he completely towered over her, but his regality, his aura of power made her feel like he did. "And are you enjoying this evening?" He asked, whispering into her ear. The sound of his voice and the warmth of his breath so close making her nearly shiver.

"Yes." She replied, taking care that her voice sounded even and calm. Trying to ignore how fast her heart was beating, how she had never felt an affect like this before. Like he was a flame that could burn her any second.

Hook's lips curved into a small smile. "Wonderful, a lady such as yourself deserves a fine celebration." His gleaming hook moved to hover against her back, keeping it at a respectful distance. But even though it wasn't touching her, she could practically feel the coolness of the metal against her clothes. It took all her control not to lean into his touch.

"Thank you." She responded, doing her utmost best not to look at him while his eyes stayed glued to her face. "Although I might go to bed soon. I've had enough excitement for the day, I think."

"Of course." Hook responded in a voice that possibly sounded almost... disappointed? "I shall give you the space to relax now, and make sure none of my pirates bother..."

"No -"

(Y/N) mentally slapped herself at her quiet outburst as Hook paused, raising an eyebrow at her.

"No?"

"I..." She could feel warmth on the back of her neck, praying that she was wasn't turning red. "You're fine. I don't mind your company. I don't... you can stay if you want."

What she really wanted was to jump into the ocean out of sheer mortification and let the mermaids drag her down to the depths. She wouldn't even try to kick or scream.

But Hook just looked surprised, beginning to smile once again.

The man offered her his hand, not his hook like he normally did when he wanted to lead her somewhere. It was surprisingly warm, and so gentle. The callouses that came from sword-work were there, but they felt more like the hands of a musician, a writer. That was the one thing that surprised her the most about Hook, he was a gentleman as much as he was a pirate. Equal parts savage and refined.

Perhaps that was what drew her towards him. She knew he could treat her better than any man she knew... and hurt her worse. He made her feel small beside him, but so important.

"Come with me." He told her, and she immediately followed. Letting him hold her hand and lead her towards the captain's quarters.

It was quiet when they got inside, the large and elegant room surprisingly soundproof. Letting go of her hand, he gestured around the room, giving her permission to look around. "Forgive me for my forwardness, but I couldn't bear the thought of forcing you to sleep in the crew's quarters during your time here. You may take my bed if you wish, I rarely use it."

"Where will you sleep?" (Y/N) asked, walking over to the large bed and sitting down on it, facing Hook.

"I have a nasty habit of falling asleep at my desk, my dear." He chuckled for a moment, before tensing up once again. "But if you would prefer to spend your nights alone, I shall disappear until you wake."

She shook her head. "No, it's alright. It's your room, Captain."

"James." He replied.

"What?"

He stepped closer. "My name is James Hook, or has Pan not told you that already?" The captain walked over to his table to pour each of them wine into glasses made from large glimmering seashells.

The lost boy hadn't told (Y/N) that. "He mostly told me stories of your rather violent pursuits. Pan very much wanted me to know that you would torture and kill me if I ever spoke to you. That you were a beast who took pleasure in the pain of others."

"Ah." James Hook said, handing her the wine. "No doubt to make sure your loyalty was to him only."

He was probably right. And (Y/N) was just disappointed that it took so long for her to realize that. So many people had attempted to do that to her in her life, to twist her reasoning and manipulate her into thinking that they were the only people she could trust. And for some reason, Peter had succeeded so easily. Perhaps it was her young age and inexperience, but at that point in her life she should have already known better. Or perhaps it was love that made her blind.

"So, you're telling me that it was all a lie? All his stories about you."

He chuckled, standing over her sitting form while taking a sip of his wine. Her hands were folded almost docilely in her lap as she looked up at him, taking in his elegant features. "The stories were true, I assume. I've done enough pillaging in my lifetime that there are any number of truthful tales for that boy-demon to share with his followers."

He paused.

"However." He smirked down at her, before reaching down to slip a finger under her chin. (Y/N) looked down and away as he did that, cheeks warm but not pushing away his touch. At her lack of pushback, he used those fingers to tilt her head upwards so that he could make sure she continued to stay captivated by his intense blue stare, using his thumb to gently stroke along her chin. She could feel how close his touch was to her lips, and she pressed her thighs together instinctually. "I would never dream of killing a precious jewel such as yourself. And thought of your torture brings me great pain." Hook said to her, almost like a whisper. She didn't reply, too caught off guard by the intimacy in his touch. As well as by the dark desire that he was instilling in her.

But for a brief moment, Hook saw her silence as discomfort. "Forgive me my forwardness." He murmured, stepping just out of reach. His hand by his side once more. A sight that felt so unbearable to (Y/N) that a rush of shame overtook her for a second. She was now she was buckling under the weight of a pirate's glance. Of his quick and gentle touches.

"It's alright." She replied, trying to reassure him that she didn't mind his ‘forwardness’. "Do you want to sit? With me?" She patted a spot beside her on the bed, displaying a forwardness of her own. Not wanting him to have to continue standing (and it was easier for her to speak when he wasn't standing over her), and not wanting him to be far from her.

His surprise at her offer morphed into a small grin as he sat down right beside her. "Thank you, dearest." He faced her while sitting, his whole body turned towards her like a moon orbiting a planet. "You are very kind."

(Y/N) doubted that. Most of her kindness was born from selfish reasons. Mainly, the selfish desire to pull him close to her and get him to make her forget about what was happening in Neverland. "Thank you... James."

He smiled as she spoke his proper name. "I can see why Pan was so immediately taken with you."

And there it was. Pan was like a dark cloud constantly following her, and with Hook's obsession in the boy, perhaps he wasn't the best person to distract her from him.

(Y/N)’s distaste of the mention of Pan's name seems to be visible on her face. "My apologies." Hook murmured, reaching forward to take her hand in his. "I should not have mentioned him to you."

"I just... I don't understand why he would do it. I loved him. He loved me."

"He's not capable of love." Hook told her gently, seemingly believing his words. "It's the price he paid for everlasting life."

"He was. He was capable. It was just... innocent love. Childhood love. And besides, he's older now, we both are. Even you've admitted that things on Neverland aren't what you thought anymore." (Y/N) felt ashamed of her outburst. Ashamed that Pan could pull those emotions out of her.

The pirate captain just looked at her, a sort of resigned look on his face that she couldn't quite decipher. "Of course." He nodded. "You may be right. I'd apologize for my impudence, but I worry that you might be tired of my apologies by now."

"You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." The girl sighed. "I just don't want to talk about Peter Pan right now."

"Then what would you wish to speak about? Anything you wish to say will be satisfactory to me."

There was something about Hook's attention, his habit of doing or saying exactly the right thing that made her trust him even less and desire him even more. "I don't know. Tell me a story? If you have any?"

He chuckled. "Many more than most people, my dear. Despite this island and it's promised youth, I'm practically an old man now." The sound of his voice was a little bit self-deprecating.

"I wouldn't say that." (Y/N) denied. Maybe he was older that the children on the island, but it wasn't like he was some decrepit old man who was losing his functions. He was... striking.

"No, no, my dear. It's true." He told her, still holding her hand gently. "Growing up is a nasty business. I'm sure you are aware of what I say. All those pesky feelings, the energy of childhood sapped away."

The girl opened her mouth but closed it again. Maybe it was his warm hand stroking hers, the glint of his hook in the candlelight, his intense blue eyes staring into hers. It felt like she had no self-control. It suddenly felt like whatever answer she gave was an important one. It could lead in any direction. And as for the direction she was secretly hoping for....

"It's not all bad." She slid closer to him. "You still have your energy, I'll bet." And all the things that he could do with that energy raced through her head. "You're the most feared and respected pirate on Neverland."

"And those feelings..." She felt like she was regaining some control as she took his hand that previously covered her and gently rested it on her thigh, keeping eye contact with him as she did. "They're not all bad." She barely breathed with nervous anticipation, waiting to see what the pirate did next.

He was certainly surprised, that much was clear on his face. But as the gleam in his eyes grew more intense, she couldn't bring herself to regret what she did.

His hand slid up her thigh, slowly. (Y/N) was pinned under his gaze as her breathing became heavier. She shivered as he skilfully undid the button to her trousers, and without thinking, she reached up to touch his face.

Never in her dreams had she thought she would ever see this man in this way. He had always been the scary pirate, the dark villain of her hero's stories. But as he leaned into her touch as she cupped his cheek, she couldn't help but pull him forward to kiss him.

He immediately reciprocated. And even more, he did exactly what she was hoping for. Taking over control of the situation and moving his hand so that it was buried into her hair, tugging her as close to him as possible.

She moaned as he pulled on her hair, grabbing at his coat for stability. Gone was the caution and gentlemanly politeness that Hook had been displaying, she could only see the dark pirate captain as he bit her lip and rested his hook against her neck.

She knew she was putting herself in danger by touching him, kissing him like this. Like Icarus soaring too close to the sun. But he already had her caught in his orbit.

"I can't say I expected this, my dear. No idea that you wanted the touch of a pirate so badly." Hook said, his breath warm against her lips. "Although I am certainly not displeased."

"I just want your touch." She replied breathlessly as he moved his mouth down to her throat, nipping at her neck and kissing along her collarbone. Pulling her hair so that she was made to tilt her head back to give him better access.

He chuckled, enjoying her honesty and desperation. "And you'll get it. All night you'll get my touch, until you beg for me to stop. Until we leave this room or you tell me to let you go... you're mine." He let go of her. "Lie down on the bed. And don't make me ask twice."

The speed in which she obeyed only made the lustful darkness in his eyes grow. As she laid down, she watched him raise himself so that he hovered over her, kneeling with his legs encasing hers. His shape of his thighs were visible through his pants, as was the growing bulge of his cock. She couldn’t help but glance at it.

“Any man who had the honour of seeing you like this would be blessed by Poseidon himself.” Hook murmured to her, running his hand along her side and grabbing at her hip, leaning over to kiss her deeply, harshly.

She watched him as he unbuttoned her shirt, leaning forward to he could remove it. (Y/N) was half naked below him, revealed and vulnerable but it only made the electric feeling in the lower part of her stomach stronger. Made her even more wet.

And Hook could tell. “But you’re not innocent at all, my love. You want me to make you beg for me, don’t you?”

She nodded as he pressed kisses along her stomach until he reached her breast. Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, licking and tugging at it with his teeth as he groped at the other.

He chuckled against her chest as she gasped at his touch. The vibration of the sound reverberating against her body, feeling like it went straight between her thighs.

She took initiative and kicked off her trousers herself. Reaching up to bury her hands in Hooks hair, pulling him into a kiss.

“I might not ever anyone take you away from me, love.” He growled as she tugged at his dark curls. “I’ll keep you all to myself.” He kept running his hand over her body, driving her wild as her touched her. Somehow intuitively knowing all the spots that could turn her on.

However, once her pants were fully gone, he immediately turned his attention to her soaked cunt. (Y/N) was grateful that there was a party on the deck above them, she wasn’t able to fully cover up her moans as James Hook pressed his face against her core.

She held on to his hair tightly, trying to gain some type of stability as his tongue pressed against her clit and into her cunt. “So wet.” He smirked. “All for me? You filthy girl.”

He added a finger only a second later, doing everything he could to remove any thoughts from her brain. Wanting pleasure to be her only sensation. There was something about her that made him go feral, wanting to make this succubus of a women moan and cry for him all night and every night.

“Please.” She begged, tears pricking at her eyes at the onslaught of satisfaction that the pirate captain was giving her. “I want you, please James.”

The sight of her tears only turned him on more, and so he submitted to her pleads. “You want me to fuck you, love? Is that right? You want me to make you come so hard that I ruin any other man for you? To make you mine?”

“Yes.” She let out a gasping sob. “Please.”

“Your wish is my command.” Hook grinned darkly, finally pressing his cock against her folds and pushing inside quickly. He wanted to spilt her open, wanted to make her go brainless for him.

She dug her nails into his back as he rocked in and out of her. He delighted in her moans, at the look on her face as he took her closer and closer to her climax.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had someone as seductive as her in his arms, couldn’t remember the last time that fucking someone felt as good as it did as he plunged his cock into this woman.

Everything about her drew him in, and this obvious confirmation that she desired him as well only served to make him need her more. He grew even harder at the thought of doing this with her again. Of holding her tightly as he fucked into her whenever they wanted.

And (Y/N) could barely think that far ahead with how good Hook was making her feel. It felt as though there was nothing in her brain at all except for the thought of how his cock felt rubbing against the walls of her cunt, of hitting her g-spot as he slammed into her. His fingers rubbed her clit as he did, and she could feel her orgasm approaching.

Hook could too. “Do you want to come, my dear?” He asked her, his hook right beside her face, the glean of the lantern next to them gleaming off of it. “Have you been good enough to be allowed to come?”

She nodded quickly, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes desperately. When he told her she could come, the coil that had been building and building within her finally released, and Hook had to muffle her scream of pleasure with a kiss. If they had been alone on the island, he would have been delighted at the noises he was pulling out of her, but he didn’t want one of his pirates rushing in and interrupting them.

The look on her face as she came was more satisfying that any treasure to him, and couldn’t help but kiss her forehead and face as she caught her breath

(Y/N) collapsed against the bed as he did. “You were perfect, my darling.” James murmured to her, moving away to grab a towel to clean her up.

“So were you.” She smiled at him, relaxed as her mind began to return to her. “Although I can now understand why Pan called you a beast.”

Hook chuckled, his gaze was soft as he leaned down to kiss her. “No more talk of Pan.” He told her. “Peter Pan doesn’t need to be thought of at this moment. You… you are my new obsession.”

And he lay next to her in the bed, felt her against his side, remembered the feeling of her around his cock, those words were true to him.

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[starrysharks]

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[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Hold Me

Pairing: ftm!Leon Kennedy x cis!Male Reader

Summary: Leon's dysphoric and depressed and reader comforts him

Words: 859

Warnings: depression

Notes: I just wanna give him a hug and cuddle him until he feels better :(

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It didn't take very long for you to notice, given it wasn't some huge in-your-face statement, the little things he did just gave it away. Earlier that morning when Leon had finally woken up, it took him a little longer to get out of bed and when he finally did get up he walked hunched in on himself and put on a bigger thicker hoodie than his usual leather jacket. He took a while to get to the bathroom and when he did he hadn't bothered turning the lights on, you guessed so he wouldn't have to look at himself in the mirror.

When you’d offered him breakfast he had declined and pulled out his favorite whiskey and when you eventually took it away from him he had snapped at you and chewed you out. You knew he didn't mean the shit he said but it still hurt and you got a little mean with him in return causing him to recoil and slink back into your guys’ dark bedroom to get back in bed and wallow.

That left you sitting at the kitchen table feeling like an idiot for what you said. You look up at the door to the bedroom before sighing and getting up from the chair, you put Leon’s whiskey back and walk to the bedroom only to hesitate at the door when you hear Leon sniffling. It was very uncommon for Leon to be crying so you couldn't help but feel worried, more so when you pushed the door open to see Leon cocooned in blankets in the dark room “Lee… Baby? What’s wrong?”

You walk into the room unable to take your eyes off of the trembling lump of blankets. “Leave me alone” You have to strain to hear his muffled watery voice and when you do your heart breaks, Leon didn't deserve this. “Tell me what’s wrong baby” You try to be as patient as possible, This is the man you love the man you've been in love with for years, it literally kills you to see him like this. “Just leave me alone.”

It's not hard to hear the desperation in his voice, he needs you but he's too proud to admit it. You take a seat next to him on the edge of the bed and lay your hand on his back “I love you, Leon… Too much to let you deal with this alone” You speak from your heart, you wish that Leon could know the lengths to which you'll go for him to just be happy, It’s true, you love him so much that if you had the choice you’d probably take Leon’s pain and deal with it for him and It pains you so much to see your baby like this.

Upon hearing your words Leon finally breaks down, he sobs quietly into the pillow he's clutching. tears come to your own eyes, Leon sounds so raw and broken, he's been holding this back for years. Years of being alone, years of suffering and trauma, years of being abandoned by the people he fell for. In his eyes you were a gift from god, you were an angel, he hates that you love him of all people and he hates that you care so much and he absolutely despises how gone he is for you.

If it weren't for you Leon would've drank himself to death by now, You were his saving grace and here you come again, unraveling his pathetic form from the covers and wrapping him back up into your arms, holding him to your chest. Leon feels pathetic to say it out loud but since breaking up with his girlfriend before Raccoon City 19 long harrowing years ago he hadn't been held and even then she couldn’t compare to you.

The way he fits against your body, Leon is certain that you were made for each other, You once called him your soulmate and he had scoffed and called you a kid trying to act cool but later after you had left he had cried himself to sleep in the dark of his room because he didn't want to believe it, it was too good to be true, the way you looked at him, the way you smiled at him when you called him your soulmate, it all felt too good to be true and he was so scared.

So scared that he’d lose you because he’s so jaded and old and miserable and everyone he loves always ends up leaving him. but not you, you were so determined to love him, In the beginning, Leon had tried with all of his might to push you away but you stayed, no matter how hurtful or nasty or pathetic he acted. You stayed and you loved him unconditionally through all of it and now here you were, petting his greasy hair and rocking him back and forth as he cried pathetically into your shirt.

He vaguely recognized you talking, saying something about how good he was and how strong you think he is but the words only made him cry harder, you were his angel.

COMING UP NEXT - SEP 22

Pairing: cis!Simon Riley x Male Reader

Summary: Simon is angry and takes it out on his boyfriend

Words: 666😳

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Dessert

February Filth Fest - 6; wooyoung (food play)

group : ateez

pairing : wooyoung × reader

word count : 2.8 k

warning : mdni, explicit smut; sex (piv), food play, creampie

a/n : eeeek i really like this concept on wooyoung because you know he's just the type to not really care much about being dirty. mayhaps the dirtier the better. idk. but I'm two more posts away from completing fff ! while i don't post every day, i hope you guys have been enjoying this !

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"Welcome home, baby," Wooyoung greeted you at the front door.

Your shoes were barely off when Wooyoung swooped you on your feet and pinned you to the wall. When your back hit the hard surface, you let out a yelp that was quickly muffled by Wooyoung's mouth. "God, I miss you," he whispered against your lips with a smirk. The delightful surprise from your boyfriend made your toes curl and legs squeeze with want.

Unlike Wooyoung, you don't work in the entertainment industry meaning that you worked your regular people's job, doing regular people's things. The difference is that you get to come home to your amazing superstar boyfriend, whenever he was available that is. You loved your job and you loved coming home to your boyfriend waiting for you whenever he was available. Sure, he could be absent from time to time but the distance just made the heart grow fonder and the sex even hotter. It allowed you to adapt to changes better and appreciate his presence even more. The same goes for Wooyoung. He was always proud of his baby who worked hard to make a living. Often he offered to have you work less and just let him take care of everything but you didn't want that because you'd be bored to death at home. So while your shared apartment would oftentimes be empty, you and Wooyoung were always on top of each other. Metaphorically and physically.

"What's the occasion?" You asked as you pulled away slightly from him, "I'm not complaining about the way you greeted me but it seemed like something's up," you teased, squinting your eyes slightly at him. Wooyoung scoffed teasingly and knocked your forehead with his gently, "Can't your boyfriend be romantic and surprise you?" He teased before pecking your nose, cheeks, forehead, lips, and doing the rotation over and over again, making you giggle. "So I take it you had a great schedule?" You asked with your head tilted upwards so Wooyoung could pepper kisses down your neck. His pretty fingers easily release your buttons, successfully showing off the tops of your chest. "'It was okay, kinda ran long but I managed," he said in between kisses all over your skin. "But honestly," Wooyoung stood back up again with a teasing smirk on his face, "I wanna lick food off of your body."

Just as Wooyoung was about to dive back into kissing you, you put a hand up to his lips, preventing it from coming closer. "You didn't wash the dishes, did you?" you asked in a deadpanned tone, knowing full well that his conniving ass had his motives and was trying to use sex to distract you from the neglect of his chores. The awkward smile on his face confirmed your suspicion and your eyes rolled at that, nothing with malice but in a more 'i-fucking-knew-it' way. "I... Love you?" Wooyoung's lips pursed as he made kissy noises while trying to lean down on you but this time, you slipped away from him and into the kitchen.

Wooyoung ran after you, thinking that you were going to check the dirty sink (that wasn't even THAT dirty in the first place) and complained. But much to his surprise, you went to the fridge and took out a can of whipped cream and a bottle of caramel. The two items in your hands seemed like nothing special but for some reason, Wooyoung felt his excitement rising.

"Let's skip right to dessert," you stated, placing the two items on the kitchen counter as you promptly began undressing. Wooyoung's eyes were transfixed on each of your buttons popping off, his gaze trailed over each newly exposed expanse of your skin. It was only after your panties were exposed that Wooyoung snapped out of his trance, hands quickly working to take his shirt and sweats off before rushing to your side.

"God, how did I get this lucky?" he said with a hitch of his breath, leaning close to try to kiss you once again. But of course, you wouldn't let him. Before he could put his hands on you, you managed to flip your positions with his back now against the kitchen counter and you in front of him. "Shush," you instructed sternly, effectively making Wooyoung clam up as you reached for the can of whipped cream and uncapped the can. You positioned the nozzle of the sweet confection against Wooyoung's skin, trailing down from the side of his neck to the pecks of his chest. The cold tip made goosebumps rise on the surface of Wooyoung's skin slowly, the contrast between his warm skin and the cold item made Wooyoung involuntarily shiver at the tingly sensation it left. He was fully expecting you to squirt him with the cream but his eyes almost bulged out of its socket when you pointed the nozzle straight into your mouth and squirted the thick white cream as you moaned out to him. Wooyoung knew how your sickly twisted dirty teasing mind work, you were simulating him cumming in your mouth to rile him up and it was working wonderfully. Wooyoung could feel his cock twitching in his underwear just from seeing you devouring the white liquid that was supposed to represent his cum. You even made a point to make a mess, letting the cream drip from the corner of your mouth The ecstasy and enjoyment in your face made his head swirl with lust, thinking about if the white substance was actually his cum.

Without thinking twice, Wooyoung reached forward to get the whipped cream off your hand so quick, you weren't able to scold him. His free hand pulled down your bra and put two dollops of whipped cream on both of your nipples. The cold liquid made you yelp slightly but it was soon changed with a moan when Wooyoun took one nipple in his mouth, licking, sucking, and tugging at it hungrily as his other hand smeared the cream around the other nipple. "I said it too quickly," Woyoung unlatched his mouth from your now clean left nipple to give you a peck on your lips, "How did I get THIS lucky?" he grinned, giving you another peck before taking your right nipple to clean off the cream he smeared. His tongue diligently cleaned off any stickiness that might cling to your skin while still teasing you by flicking your nipple with his tongue and letting his teeth scrape against the sensitive bud. "Shit," you cursed when Wooyoung let go of your nipple with a 'pop'. The cheeky grin on his lips showed that he was reciprocating your visual teasing like his usual petty self. "Sweet," he joked, darting his tongue to lick the residual sweetness off his bottom lip.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head before opening your palm for him to hand you back the can of whipped cream which Wooyoung gladly surrendered while you took the bottle of caramel. "Stay still," you instructed him, your hands moving to position his hands on the counter accordingly, opening himself up to you. When you were sure that he wouldn't move around or squirm, you began your work on the front of his body. You didn't have any specific form or shape in mind, you just squirted the liquids onto Wooyoung's body and see how it came out. While you squirted the whipped cream in a specific shape or way, you let the caramel drip from above, squeezing just enough that it formed its own line with the help of gravity. Wooyoung's heaving chest helped directed the liquid a certain way, creating abstract art against his own tanned skin. Just as the caramel was about to touch the band of his underwear, you swooped down and licked the trail. Your tongue was flat against his warm skin, eyes making intense contact with his as if in some sort of a show of dominance. Wooyoung's breath hitched the closer you got to his face and his stomach churned each time you dove back down to lick another trail. To be quite frank, you liked being able to rile him up like that, you loved how Wooyoung's chest heave so heavily to the point that it was as if his body was trying to reject the pleasure you were giving as it was becoming too much for him to handle.

It seemed for a moment that Wooyoung was stuck with just looking at you obnoxiously enjoying yourself on his body. His eyes wouldn't move away from how your tongue expertly moved to ensure no liquid was wasted, leaving saliva trails that turned cold due to the exposure to air. The way your tongue scooped the whipped cream dollops and trails was something Wooyoung hoped to never forget, he wanted that memory tattooed to his brain because that was probably one of the sexiest things you had ever done to and on him. Soon enough Wooyoung couldn't hold on much longer. He needed to have you right then and there.

Just as you licked the last trail and were about to make a new one, Wooyoung pushed you back against the dining table, catching you by utter surprise. "God, you're so sexy," Wooyoung grunted as he pressed himself onto you, allowing you to feel his clothed boner that was separated by your flimsy underwear and his. When he ground up to you, your head was sent rolling back with desire running up your spine. "Can you feel me? Can you feel what you did to me without even trying?" he smirked, taking your earlobe between his teeth to further stimulate you, his clothed cock nudging your clit with every grind he gave. "Fuck," you moaned out, grinding back to him as you widen your legs, allowing Wooyoung to push himself against you even more to the point that you were practically almost on the desk. At this point, the both of you were dry humping each other, the damp spot on your underwear was embarrassingly large but you couldn't really care especially when Wooyoung was making you feel so good. You just hoped that he couldn't really tell. Little did you know, Wooyung could definitely tell how wet you were and it boosted his ego tremendously.

"I need to be in you right now," Involuntarily, you let out a whine when Wooyoung spoke and pulled away from you briefly to pull his underwear down to his ankles. He didn't even bother taking off your underwear, opting to simply tug it to the side before breaching your hole with his thick cock. "Oh fuck," Your eyes rolled back and your hands gripped the dining table tightly when Wooyoung entered you wholly in one swift move. While you adjusted to being completely stuffed by him, Wooyoung took the chance to pour caramel syrup on your body. He mimicked your earlier work on him, squirting just enough liquid that it made trails down your chest. "Look at these sweet tits," he teased, smirking to himself thinking how genius his little pun was before his tongue darted out to collect the liquid sweet from your skin.

The fullness of Wooyoung's cock inside your cunt became more intense with Wooyoung's mouth and tongue against your chest, nibbling and flicking around as much as he liked. Wooung suddenly popped back up to be face-to-face with you, a cheeky grin on his face. Before you could as what was on his face, Wooyoung had pressed his lips back on yours, his tongue probing inside your mouth which made you realize that he had some caramel on it. You moaned at the taste as you accidentally bucked up into him, causing Wooyoung to groan from the sudden movement. Both of your tongues tangled together, sharing the sweetness of the caramel flavour which seemed to involuntarily cause your hips to start moving. Generally speaking, as people who are equally busy (Wooyoung assured that your busy and hectic schedule was just as valid and important as his. If not more), you both fucked like bunnies on heat, still trying to build a connection and relationship in a sexual context no matter how tired you were because you both were still important to each other. This, however, felt like the rare longer, passionate ones. Wooyoung has his own rhythm that he always uses and it was always quick and effective, but this time he was moving at a slower pace but he was focusing more on thrusting powerfully. Your bodies were pressed against each other tightly, you could feel Wooyoung panting against your lips and the stickiness from the remnants of whipped cream and caramel on his skin.

"(y/n), open up," Wooyoung commanded, his hand switching the caramel bottle for the whipped cream can. You obediently open your mouth widely for him and almost choked when Wooyoung squirted the thick white cream carelessly into your mouth, not caring how much he was putting in it. But it would seem like it was his whole intention as his eyes twinkled with delight when the cream dropped to your tits. Just as you thought he was about to lick them off, Wooyoung squished his body onto yours, completely smearing the sticky substance against the both of you as your lips melded together as his thrusts picked their pace. When Wooyoung pulled away momentarily, he watched as your tongue darted out to clean he remnants of the whipped cream from the corner of your lips but even then "Fuck," Wooyoung groaned, eyebrows furrowing and eyes shutting from being inside you and how you smelled even sweeter due to the whipped cream. You couldn't help but bit your bottom lip, completely affected by how Wooyoung was in absolute bliss. Without thinking twice, you took the bottle of caramel and squeezed it with the nozzle pointing to the side of Wooyung's neck. Wooyoung's eyes popped open in surprise, even more so when he saw you lean back slightly, pulling away from him to take off your dirty bra and pouring more caramel on your chest, not caring where it landed or how you were going to have to clean the place well after this.

"God, I adore you," Wooyoung growled before pushing you down on the dining table as he raised his knee up on the table, anchoring himself so he could pound into your cunt. "Fuck!" You gasped from pleasure. His cock was dragging against you deliciously, massaging your walls just right. You were honestly so glad your boyfriend was such a talented dancer because his hips were doing wonders thrusting, swivelling, and grinding up on you. "Fuck, Wooyoung, I'm close," you managed out, your cunt clenching against his cock when he brushed against your g-spot. Wooyoung sneakily sneaked a hand between your legs to rub at your clit, adding even more stimulation against him while he found his additional pleasure from both of your bodies rubbing together, his nipples tweaking with yours with every move he made.

At this point, you both were rutting against each other like animals, completely consumed with the pleasure you received from each other and the need to reach your climax. Finally, with a particularly harsh thrust from Wooyoung that almost sent you slipping even further on the dining table, you came hard. Your legs clamped against Wooyoung, trapping him in his position as your chest arched. Wooyoung tried his best to move despite your hold on him and his cock but managed to thrust some more, cumming inside you, filling you up to the brim.

"Shit, that was hot," Wooyoung hissed, pulling himself off and out of you once your muscles relaxed before helping you sit up straight. The mixture of your cum pooled on the table, along with the fallen droplets of whipped cream and caramel. Wooyoung couldn't help but collect some liquid and smeared it onto your chest. You were about to tell him to not do anything when Wooyoung flattened his tongue on you again and licked the whole thing off. You gave up and giggled at him instead, "Well, we're filthy now so might as well have shower sex," you said in a jokingly dejected manner. Wooyoung perked up, however, excited that you both were about to have a second round.

He carefully helped you, who was cringing at the realization of how sticky your body was, off the table and picked up both of your discarded clothing. Once you had all items in your hands, Wooyoung wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pecked your temple lovingly, making you crack a gentle smile at how affectionate he was being.

"Do you think we can do that again sometime?" he asked, genuinely curious whether you were into what just happened as much as he did. You simply shrugged and nodded at him. However, just as you were about to voice out your opinion, Wooyoung interjected. "Because I was thinking like what if we do it with... I don't know, barbecue sauce or something?" You smacked his chest at his ridiculous notion, "What the fuck do you think am I, spare ribs?"

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TSSM DOC OCK WITH TALL (average) S/O WHO USES HEIGHT ADVANTAGE TO FLUSTER!!

Pre and post octofication? If possible?

I wanted to request but didn’t get the confidence until you started demanding TSSM requests :)

Hope this is ok!

OH LETS FUCKING GOOOO TSSM REQUEST BABEYYY

Taller!S/O flustering TSSM Doc Ock!

character: pre and post accident TSSM Otto Octavius

note: babe don’t be nervous!! I’ve been into spider-man and tssm related shit for years now, I just never thought anybody would be interested in my work. I’d love more tssm requests!! It’s my main interest now anyways :)

anyway, request away!!! hehe :)

ALSO I love pre accident otto he’s so cute :(

last note, I wanted to add some uh, tiny, tiny TINY bits of lore between the two of you in the pre octofication, just to make it more interesting :D!

warnings: none, fluff :)

♡Otto Octavius♡

- He was always a pretty insecure man in terms of how he’d look, (and his personality too aw man) he always saw his body as something he wasn’t proud of. People under minded him for it, especially at work. Which is why he was surprised to find out you really liked him. When you had asked him out he asked multiple times with a red face, “Y-You’re joking!” or “Did someone put you up to this?”

But when you smiled at him so genuinely, shaking your head no and telling him you liked him…he felt like he was going to burst.

- When you two started dating, he found it a bit hard to make eye contact for very long. For he found that he’d get lost in your eyes, mesmerized by you completely. He was a shy man, and he never spoke his mind much when it came to how you made him feel. He was always quite flustered with you.

When you realized this, you started to use it to your advantage.

- On one occasion, he was in his office, typing away and sorting through files on his latest project. After hours of working he had finally stepped out to get a drink from the kitchen. You decided to try and stall him a little, maybe convince him to take a break. You had him backed up to a wall, hand resting beside his head, as you leaned down to his face. His cheeks are as red as tomatoes, looking at you mouth agape and eyes widened. You can’t help the smirk that forms on your face, eyes gazing at him intensely.

“Otto.”

“Y-Yes?”

You tilted your head a bit, blinking, still staring at him. The tension is killing him, your so close he can feel you breathing.

“Take a break hon, you’ve been cooped up in that desk for so long…”

He huffed, looking awkwardly at the floor. “Oh, I mustn’t…it’s I-important I finish this..” you took your hand, taking his chin to face you again. You frowned slightly, “But I miss you. Just one break, please?” He blinks, his lips quivering trying to find the voice to deny you. He swallows, “W-Well…I guess one break w-wouldn’t hurt.” He mutters. You smile at him, leaning in to kiss him, which he immediately returns. When you pull back you can see the slightly disappointed look on his face. You quickly step back with a whole different mood, grinning at him. “Great! Come sit with me, I was watching a movie.” You walk over to the couch, leaving him speechless as his heart doesn’t stop its pounding.

He’s flustered, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stands there wondering what the fuck just happened to him.

- He found himself in this situation many times, pinned to a wall or how your head rested on-top of his with arms wrapped around him, engulfing him in a hug.

And every single time he couldn’t help the red that’d seep to his cheeks, the racing of his heart and and the wanting to drop everything he was doing to look up at you all day.

Oh yeah, he has to look up when he talks to you. It’s adorable 😭

♡Doctor Octopus♡

- No longer has he have to suffer the neck pain of looking up at you, because now… HE HAS HIS OCTOPUS ARMS!!

- But on the rare occasion where he’s just standing like a normal guy, you always take your chance to try and fluster you like you did before. This time, he’s not so shy about his feelings.

- You’d have him pinned against a wall just like before, it was difficult to get into this position but you did.

“Hey doc.”

He smirks, “What’s this, Y/N?”

You mirror his smirk, “What ever do you mean, Doc? I’m just, having a conversation with you.”

He chuckles, shaking his head and looking up at you with tinted cheeks. “I see. My apologies, I just never considered being pinned to a wall was a way to talk to somebody.”

“Oh, so this your first time?” You snickered at your own dumb joke, he found that cute.

“No, I’m very well experienced actually.”

You laughed. You rested your other hand to the other side of his head, trapping him in as you leaned down to kiss him. He kissed you back, passionately and slow. One of his hands had cupped your cheek, the other firm against your chest as his receptors pulled you in. He felt himself melt whenever he’d kiss you, even with his newfound confidence he still never got rid of that sweet ache in his chest. When you pulled back, before you could say anything, he flipped you over.

Now you were the one pinned to he wall, his receptors lifted him slightly to be eye level with you, a hand over your head as he leaned while the other had held your chin pinched between his pointer index and his thumb. He had an obnoxious smile on his face when he saw how your face reddened, eyes wide in surprise. He chuckled, whispering in a low tone;

“What about you Y/N, is this yours?”

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Like A damn fool. E.P.

prompt ; Elvis wasn’t going to let you get away with talking disrespectful to him in front of his friends, so he teaches his lil girl a lesson.

70s!elvis x fem!reader. ( you can imagine any era but i personally had early 70s E in mind with this one. )

Warnings ; daddy kink. spanking with belt. praise kink if you squint. crying (??). possible spelling errors.

guys this is the second piece i’ve wrote thats made it out of my drafts !! i get scared posting my work so i’m proud of myself for this. hope u all enjoy babes ! <3 :P

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Elvis wasn't one to take disrespect from anyone, especially from his own girl. The second that smart mouth of yours made a comment to Elvis that he didn't like, in front of his friends, he nearly threw you over his lap and spanked you till you couldn't sit. You made him feel stupid in front of his group, so you knew the second the guys stepped foot outside, you were getting it, and getting it hard.

You heard the group of guys saying goodbye to each other as you sat in your and Elvis' bedroom upstairs by yourself. Earlier, when you pissed Elvis off, he sent you upstairs to the bedroom and told you to wait. Of course, not wanting to anger him more, you did as he told you. 

When you heard the front door slam and the house become so quiet you could hear a pin drop, your stomach turned upside down in an instant. Your leg continued bouncing up and down, and you picked at your nails. You heard the heavy, loud footsteps of Elvis as he slowly made his way upstairs. You sat at the end of the bed just where he left you and didn't move an inch, just as he requested. 

The door flung open, and there was your beloved man leaning against the door frame, looking down at you with hooded eyes; his pretty blue eyes nearly looked pitch black. You sat quietly, waiting for him to speak. "Now, that little mouth of yours is suddenly quiet, hmm?" He muttered as he began taking slow steps over to you. He stood in front of you, his stare so dark and intimidating that you looked down at your lap, avoiding his eye contact, which you knew he hated, but you truly couldn't stand the look in his eyes when he was angry, especially angry at you.

Recently, Elvis has been having a lot of angry outbursts and has been a bit on the sensitive side, which you assumed was due to stress from work and touring. Earlier, you didn't think Elvis was going to get this angry when you were just trying to crack some laughs out of the guys, which you did, but just not from Elvis. 

"Makin' me look like a damn fool out there in front of people." He used his pointer finger and hooked it under your chin to force you to face up. "Look at me when I'm talkin' to ya', little girl." He demanded, and all you could do was nod your head, scared to say something wrong. "Stand up," he mumbled, You quickly stood up, his body still towering over you due to his height. He grabbed your shoulders and swiftly spun you around. He pushed you down against the edge of the bed. Your face was now shoved into the bed, and your ass was sticking out, just how he wanted. He scrunched your dress up to your waist, and he slid your panties off.

"We remember how this goes, right, hun?" He says this as you hear him unbuckling his belt. "Yes." You answer, but it comes out muffled due to your face being against the bed. "Repeat that for me, baby." He says, You turn your face and say, "Yes, daddy!" You correct yourself. "Good." was all he said before you suddenly felt a stinging sensation on your ass, you gasped, and your body jolted up from the unexpected whip. "How 'bout you count for me?" He tells you before laying another whip from his belt on your ass.

"Two, daddy!" You yelp out, tears already brimming at the water line of your eyes. He went on and on, spank after spank. You nearly lost count at 10, but you held through knowing he would start over from one if you dared to miscount. 

"fifthteen, daddy! "I'm sorry, please!" You feel your knees buckle, nearly giving up. You gasped as you sobbed and tears streamed down your face. "You're almost done. You're bein' such a good girl." He finally praises you, and you nod your head and grip the comforter of the bed with your hands as you wait for the last of your spanking. 

"Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, daddy!" He went back to back, barely giving you time to count on time. He set the belt down on the bed; he grabbed your shoulder, pulling you up, and helped you stand up. Once you caught your balance, you turned, facing him, and wrapped your arms around him. You sniffled and pulled him closer to you; he hugged you back and placed a kiss on top of your head.

"I'm so sorry, daddy. I promise, I won't say anything mean to you anymore." You hiccuped and stumbled over your apology. He sat down, and you straddled him. You hissed as your bare ass rubbed against the rough material of his pants. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as you sniffled, "You took your punishment so well, baby. I'm proud of you." He praised you. He caressed your hair as he rocked back and forth. Your eyes fluttered close, and you found yourself dozing off in Elvis' hold.

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis smut #elvis fans #elvis x reader #elvis imagine #smut

[metfell]

<- posts about c!beeduo still in 2024

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[getoswhore]

ORIGINAL PINNED POST / MASTERLISTS

phew. . .

this is tbh a lot harder than i thought it would be ?! but what i’m trying to sob out, is that sadly, today is the day that i will be leaving this silly little blog of mine — archiving it and letting it go. . . :/

‘cause of my little time to write anymore – i got college and work to deal with, real-life issues with a busy schedule more than anything, and far more important things to handle with than some filthy porn about some supaaa hot characters (SADLY) :/ ( but don't get me wrong, i do love some good written filth ! ) + another reason is because of my lack of motivation to write now too……..

buuut don't get me wrong, to me, writing has always been such a joy and a hobby that i adored so much ! ( i’ve been writing since i was 13?? :o ) and that's a long time !! and doing something for so long has became. . . a little tiring. . . a little boring too, repetitive even. . . :/ but don't get me wrong !!! this blog has brought me so much joy and inspiration. and it's all because YOU. ALL OF Y’ALL, ALL 12K OF Y’ALL. like, y’all have made this blog so much fun and so exciting to log in and just to write or even just to talk, to just have stupid little convos about crazy little things and get horny on main about characters ( mostly over getō – aka the loml >:D ). and y'all made it so fun to write too, y'all did give me that motivation i’ve always needed because of y’alls encouragement and never-ending love and support, which lead us to multiple ( proud ) milestones !! and that appreciation towards my work has always made me more than happy ! so thank you so much !!! <33

this is why i love y’all so much, and i will dearly miss you guys, and all of our stupid little jokes and memes together :( especially all of my moots :(( i love you guys sm, y'all are srsly more than just moots, i take y'all as actual friends in my leedle phone :((( so, ( moots ) if y'all would like to stay in contact ask me for my discord !

but seriously, thank you, all of you. thanks for always being so cool and awesome, and thanks for always putting up with my insanty and crazy tots about my man suguru getō ( who y'all should always be shipping me with forever :| ) + of sooo many other cuties !!! like srsly, thank you ! thanks for being a moot, a friend, or a cool anon, or just a really awesome follower !!! <333 you are so freaking amazing and sooo hot, so please take care !!! <333 big smooches and tight hugs for you all !!

thank you all so much for the amazing memories i’ve had here !! i will miss you all so much !! and thank you for being supportive to me and this ever-growing blog, it's grown a lot and succeeded in my eyes — beyond to be honest. i’m super grateful and happy, thank you so much. <3

— bella: april 14th, 2023 !

#byeee my luvs <3 #pls take care <333 #missing this already :(

[slvtforfiction]

Straight || Karl Jacobs

☆ Karl Jacobs X Reader

☆ Fluffy :)

☆ sorry it’s short! :(

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ creds to @cafekitsune for dividers!

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Karl had invited Nick round to stream,I didn't mind this Ofcourse,we had both known Nick for upwards of 3 years and he regularly streamed with the Karl.

Me and Karl live together since we've been dating for around 3 1/2 years now,after a MrBeast video he had asked for my number and from then on we had started dating.

Karl had offered for me to join the stream but I just decided I'd sit off camera and scroll through my phone on mine and Karls bed instead.Karl didn't mind that and I just sat off camera as I scrolled through whatever pointless social media I had chosen.

Nick said hi to me and I smiled and gave him a hug when he arrived before grabbing a snack and sitting on the bed whilst Karl and Nick set up the stream.

They had put on the starting soon screen and I continued to watch them mess around for a while until they had to start.

"You sure you don't wanna join?" Karl asked me looking over at me "No, it's fine! You guys do you but this duvet is really comfy,so if you don't mind can I still sit here?" I replied "Yeah! Ofcourse" he replied and I smiled as I munched down on my snack bag.

Karl started his stream putting on his starting soon screen before running over to quickly kiss my cheek befire returning to Nick and the chat.

They continued to mess around until they had to start and immediately the chat started blowing up as they saw Nick,I giggled to myself and went back to my mindless scrolling.

Karl and Sap were just doing a chatting stream so I didn't expect much to be fair,besides from the occasional yelling at Nick attempting to steal my boyfriend there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Karl was reading his donos when reading one out loud which read 'Are you two together' signalling towards Sapnap and Karl.

It didn’t bother me that people shipped them,nor did it bother me that they would joke about Kissing each other etc.

Karl made grabby hands at me and I looked up from my phone and walked up to him saying hi to chat before he signalled for me to sit on his lap.

I accepted the offer and asked what's up "I wanted to show off my girlfriend" He replied kissing my cheek.

I giggled I hugged him before quickly saying good bye to chat and walking back over to snuggle under the duvet.

Later that night I woke up in pajamas and fluffy socks with Karls arm slung around my waist whilst the other held up his phone.

I rubbed my eyes before kissing his cheek."What's going on?" I asked confused on what had happened the last few hours.

"You fell asleep so after stream I got you changed and- after Nick had left obviously,and then tucked you under the comfortable duvet" He replied proud of himself.

"Thank you" I replied after kissing him then returning back to my eternal slumber.

#Spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs #sapnap x high!reader #sapnap x you #sapnap x reader #dream smp #DreamSMP

[legacyshenanigans]

Marvolo and MC AU

Being at school together part4,

Other parts are linked in pinned post under the Marvolo series.

Marvolo had no idea why he was doing this. Why was he waiting for her? Why didn't he just walk off to get his own potion ingredients? The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he was getting with himself, she intrigued him, and he hated that..

MC merrily made her way over to him, a sweet smile on her face as he leaned against the wall near the gate in his own world.

MC: You're here!

Marvolo: *Taken back by her bubbly greeting* Yes..You said you wanted to meet here..So here I am.

MC: I didn't think you actually would.

Marvolo: *small smirk* And whys that?

MC: Well..Heh, let's see, you called me a stalker.. You don't like me much..You-

Marvolo: Wait..When did I say I didnt like you?

MC couldn't help a blush from crossing hed cheeks hearing him say that. Marvolo saw it and narrowed his eye's, a playful little smile on his face.

Marvolo: First of all, you DID kinda follow me that night..Second of all, I find you odd..That doesn't mean I hate you or anything...And yet, considering I've been, well, myself, towards you, you still had the strange confidence to ask me to go ingredient picking with you..I found that, intriguing.

MC: *smiles at his words*  Well, I'm glad you don't hate me..And yes *proud silly smile* I AM odd..Thank you.

Marvolo: *confused* That wasn't a compli- *sigh* never mind..Come on then..

He began to wander off, hands in pockets as always, MC watched him for a moment, before he turned back to look at her.

Marvolo: Come on? You little weirdo *chuckles*

MC giggled and caught up beside him, as they walked together she couldn't help but keep taking glances at him, her blush still obvious on her face, she really liked him, and even she didn't really know why. She was just drawn to him. There was something about him she wanted. They reached the entrance to the forest and went inside, finding an area where most of what they needed would be around. Marvolo knelt down next to a patch of Horklumps and began examining and picking them, MC knelt down next to him and went to grab some, when Marvolos hand reached out, grabbing hers to stop her.

Marvolo: Leave those ones. They're getting old.

MC: *looks at him* How do you know? They look fine to me.

Marvolo leaned in right next to her, their faces nearly touching as both of them looked closely at the Horklumps

Marvolo: You see that grey tinge, on the edge of the cap?

MC: Oh! Yes, it's very subtle.

Marvolo: Subtle as it may be, it makes a HUGE difference in your brew when they're old. And not a good one. So leave those. There's more around, go check them out.

Marvolo turned his head to look at MC, she looked back, he was so close to her, she looked into his eyes, and started crushing on him even harder, he narrowed his eye's, MC closed her own, and leaned towards him, like she was leaning in for a kiss, Marvolo smirked, leaning in himself, when they suddenly heard a couple of guys out of nowhere, Marvolo instinctively panicked, and before his lips could plant on hers, he pushed her back into a Bush, making her yelp in confused shock.

Marvolo: Shh. Stay hidden.

He stood, looking for the voices, when two thuggy looking blokes wandered past.

Bloke1: Well well, what we got 'ere? Heh...*whips out his wand*

Marvolo: *frowns and whips out his*

Bloke2: Wait..Thats Gaunts lad...

Bloke1: *squints* Oh shit..You're right.

Marvolo: *heavier frown*

Bloke2: Sorry lad..Go about ya business.

Marvolo: And YOU, go about yours..

Marvolo watched them as they walked away, before he turned towards the bush, seeing MCs face looking up at him, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Marvolo: You can get out of there now..

MC held out her hand for help, Marvolo took a moment to realise what she wanted, he took hold of it in his, and pulled her out, she giggled as she brushed herself off.

MC: Thank you, Marvolo. *sweet smile*

Marvolo: *small curious grin as he plucks a leaf out of her hair* Dont mention it..

~

#the gaunts hc #the gaunt family #marvolo gaunt hc #marvolo gaunt #marvolo gaunt headcanon

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

i love my fans - trevor zegras

trevor zegras instagram au x f!author

fc: i tried to stick to zendaya but there weren't many pictures that could fit contextually

warnings: swearing + a confused non-nhl-fan-reader

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ynofficial: thank you to everyone who made it to the la signing in anaheim today, you're all so beautiful!! (p.s. the first two photos were from an interaction i had when this guy walked into my signing, stopped and said he was sorry but he was in the wrong place and walked back out with a crowd following him. i am very confused, but he was very polite about it all and honestly it was kind of hilarious. to them: i hope you found where you were meant to be and made it on time!) i love my fans

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fan1: omg no way that happened

fan2: you were beautiful too!

fan3: babe that's literally trevor zegras

ynofficial: who?

jamie.drysdale: trevorzegras humbling moment for you

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trevorzegras: met a lot of you today and had a lot of fun doing it ;) i love my fans but i do have to apologise for my lateness, i accidentally crashed a book signing and the author herself was incredibly understanding when i ran into her a couple of minutes ago! unfortunately she had to run and i never got her name but this was one of the two pictures i got before she left. help a guy out?

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jamie.drysdale: ynofficial

fan: not jamie doing the hard work and it going unnoticed

fan4: i feel like that's such a z thing of you to do

fan5: she's literally so fucking pretty

fan6: that's y/n l/n and i'm pretty sure you guys went to the same college at the same time

ynofficial: so this is trevor zegras? wow i get what you guys mean now

trevorzegras: i'm scared. who is 'you guys' and what did they mean?

fan7: i'm never going to recover from this

fan8: if this goes well this is one hell of a meet-cute

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ynofficial: friends in la

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fan9: effective method in shutting down the rumours i'll give you that

fan10: trev being friendzoned made me laugh

fan11: they've literally only known each other a couple of weeks slow down

fan12: why is there a pin needle in your mug?

fan13: the flowers are gorgeous!

ynofficial: a little present for myself from myself ;)

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trevorzegras: shenanigans

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fan14: trevor in his active era pop off king

fan15: it's the way every time he posts she's always in it

fan16: fr he's only active because she gives him something to post about

fan17: i know we don't ship people irl but i think i am rn

fan18: THEY MATCH EACH OTHER'S ENERGIES SO WELL

fan19: she took him on her tour??????? i'm sobbing

fan20: she looks so comfortable with him :)

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ynofficial: my time in la has been a whirlwind to say the least but this post goes out to trevorzegras and trevor zegras only. it took about three weeks for trevor to become my favourite person and now the thought of carrying on this tour without him is kind of daunting, but we move. i just wanted to say that i'm gonna miss him a lot. and that i'm starting to get the hang of this ice hockey thing.

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fan21: it's one am on a monday and you're making me cry already

fan22: STOP IT RN

fan23: idk nor do i care if they're dating but they're too cute not to be soulmates in some realm

fan24: i'm melting with the way he looked at her in the 2nd pic

fan25: wife him up immediately that man is whipped

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trevorzegras: as much as i want you to stay with me in la, i know you need to carry on being the incredible writer and human being you are. just know that you'll always be welcome to stay with me when you come back. i'm so unbelievably proud of my favourite person.

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fan26: just get married already

fan27: this is killing me

fan28: it's the way they look at each other it's sending me into cardiac arrest

fan29: she's just honestly breathtaking

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jhughes: i'm not saying anything

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trevorzegras: your favourite hooligans reunited and took NYC by storm

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fan30: THEY LOOK SO HAPPY

fan31: you can tell it's been a long 5 months for them both

jamie.drysdale: fucking finally

fan32: jamie's been through something there

fan33: please never keep them apart again

tagged: trevorzegras

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ynofficial: fuck soft launches and all that jazz. this my man

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trevorzegras: i love my fans (a whole damn lot)

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ynofficial: smug bastard

jamie.drysdale: that's what i've been trying to tell you

#trevor zegras social media au #trevor zegras x reader #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

[matryosika]

𝗕𝗲𝘁

Pairing — Jisung and reader

Wordcount — 3,233 words

Includes — Spit/drool kink, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, degradation, slight dumbification, oral sex (m. receiving), cum eating.

Author's Note — This is the first thing I write in a few months. Pretty please excuse me if my writing is a bit rusty or off, haha, I will try to do my best in the next works! It has been a while since I have been active around here, but I feel ready to be back. I hope you guys like this, and if you do, please leave an encouraging message or reply on this post! I will be more than thankful, as it would motivate me to stop procastinating! You know the drill, please excuse any mistakes, as english is not my first language.

If you enjoyed my work, please consider tipping me on my ko-fi! ☕ I would really appreciate it, with the upcoming college semester.

You couldn’t tell what was sillier. Betting on something like that? Or betting on something like that with Jisung?

From the moment his eyes shined with that spark you had grown to know well, you just knew you were in trouble.

“Actually, I take that back,” you murmured as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. “It’s pointless”.

“No,” Jisung teased you, softly tickling your body as a way to grab your attention, “repeat what you just said”.

“I- I didn’t say anything,” you barked in between laughs, both of your legs desperately trying to kick him. “Come on- don’t be childish”.

“You don’t be childish,” he spatted, the corners of his lips raising in that characteristic smirk he always had when he was up for a challenge. “Repeat what you just said and I’ll stop”. 

“Sungie-” you hysterically growled, writhing under his body as you tried to release yourself from his touch. “I was joking-”.

The struggle only lasted for about a minute or two until Jisung managed to grab both of your wrists, pinning them above your head and positioning his body on top of yours to prevent you from moving. “Now, what did you say?” 

You looked at him with a challenging look, still trying to stabilize your breath after the sudden confrontation. “I said-”. 

Jisung was looking at you with half-lidded eyes, his gaze taunting you into speaking. You knew that if you were to say a single word, he would not let you get away from the situation easily and, although you didn't really feel like starting a debate, the stubborn part of you spoke before your mind could decide otherwise. 

“I said that I can make you come faster than you can make me,” you mumbled with a proud smirk plastered on your face —the kind of smirk that Jisung always found insufferable. 

“You know you are lying,” he lowered his body to get closer to yours, so close that you could feel his breath caressing the sides of your cheek. “Admit that it isn't true and I will let it go”.

Even though he meant it, Jisung actually didn’t want to let it go. He secretly wanted you to put up a fight —a childish one at that— just so that he could prove how wrong you truly were. 

“We don’t know that,” you breathed, feeling tense by the position you two were in. “I’ve made you come a lot of times and you’ve made me come just as much, but we don’t really know who gets there faster”. 

“Of course that’s you,” he replied with no hesitation. “Sometimes all it takes me is a few words to have you coming undone with just my fingers,”. 

You felt the skin on your face getting hotter as Jisung's smirk grew prouder, showing you just how much he knew your weak spots —dirty talk. 

“Alright, enough,” you murmured, feeling embarrassed by how turned on you were with very little. You pushed him off of you and straightened your body on the bed. “I don’t know what I said that, I just wanted to tease you a little bit”. 

“You are just saying that because you know I am right,” he protested. “But it worries me that you actually think that”. 

“It worries you?” you scoffed.

“Mhm,” Jisung hummed. “Because if you really think you can make me come faster than I can make you come, then that means you are underestimating me”. 

You threw him a pillow across the bed, to which he didn't bother to catch. “Well, you can’t be the best at everything”. 

You knew you were signing your sentence right then and there, but you didn’t care. Of course, it didn't fully dawn on you until you caught a glimpse of his tongue poking his cheek, and that rivalry gaze he always had whenever someone doubted him or his abilities. 

“Are you sure about that?”

When you met Jisung, and during one of those midnight conversations that were oblivious to inhibitions, you confessed to him that no man had ever made you come before. At the time, and even though you and him were just roommates and not roommates with benefits, he made it his personal goal to be the first to make you come. 

Ever since then, it was safe to say that out of all the men you had been intimate with, Jisung was, by far, the best one.

“Don’t you have classes tomorrow morning?” you asked in an attempt to avoid his question knowing well that any answer given could start a dispute. 

“That’s not relevant,” he murmured, nonchalantly.

“You are willing to lose hours of sleep over this?,” you queried, “If I were you, I would've gone to bed already”.

“And going to sleep knowing that you think that highly of yourself?” he taunted, letting out a small scoff while his hand reached out to caress your bare legs. 

“You are so fucking stubborn,” you snarled under your breath once you felt goosebumps because of his touch. “You are not going to let it go, are you?”

“I think you know me well enough to know that I love challenges,” Jisung whispered, slowly dragging his hand from your leg to your inner thigh. “And I love them even more if they involve you”.

That was true —you knew Jisung well. If you had to describe him with one adjective, you would go with competitive; it wasn’t a negative trait at all, if anything, that quality made him excel in every aspect of his life. But when it came to you, that competitiveness was always intensified. It wasn’t that Jisung wanted to compete with you all the time though;  it was that he wanted to compete with everyone to prove to you that no one was as good as him. That situation wasn’t that different. 

“So?”

“So let me prove to you that I am right,” he murmured, shifting his position on the bed to get closer to you. “Let me prove to you that I am the best in making you come. Time-wise”. 

“Now I really can’t go to bed either, knowing you think this highly of yourself,” you sneered, only to realize that every single one of your words and actions were, unconsciously, aiming to make Jisung eager.

“Should I prove you wrong, then?” he purred, his lips getting dangerously close to your ear while his hand continued to slide in between your thighs. “Should I take my time with you —edging you for hours on end until I get tired of hearing how bad you want to come?”.

It was almost pathetic how much power Jisung had over you. Even with just a faint touch and a few words from him, your heart was already racing and your cheeks were burning; of course, you were too embarrassed to admit that, although he could notice it well.

“But edging wouldn’t prove anything here,” he continued, clearly without expecting an answer from you. “You think I can’t make you come fast enough, and edging you would only prove your statement right”. 

“So what is it going to be?” you queried, feeling his touch getting closer to where you needed him the most. “Will you get back at me for teasing you, or will you make me come just to boost your ego?” 

“Making you come doesn't boost my ego a lot,” Jisung murmured, leaving a trail of wet pecks from your earlobe to the crook of your neck. "But getting you this wet without doing anything surely does".

You didn't have to see him to know that the corners of his lips were raised in a taunting smirk. 

“You are insufferable,” you held back a whimper when you felt his lips nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Mhm,” he hummed, dragging your shorts off of your body. “And you are too proud”.

Slowly, he took off your pajama bottoms along with your panties and blouse, leaving you completely exposed.

“See?” he scoffed, guiding two of his fingers to your dripping cunt, “nothing boosts my ego like this”. 

Jisung kneeled right in front of your body with his hips facing you, placing one hand between your thighs while the other caressed your hair. He didn't need to give you an order for your hands to lower his pajama sweatpants, freeing his throbbing cock.

“Someone’s hungry?” he joked, hissing once he felt your hand wrapping around his dick.

“Shut up,” you quietly murmured, fearing that if you were to raise your voice, it would crack. 

At first, his touch wasn't too intense. It seemed as if he was teasing you, caressing you without putting any pressure on your clit or thrusting his fingers inside your warm pussy —but it was just enough to have you holding back a few moans and whimpers already.

Your body wasn't too sensitive nor too responsive, but it was when it came to Jisung. One word, one provocative gaze or even one innocent touch from him, and you were already clenching around thin air; knowing you well, it wasn’t going to take him much to prove to you how wrong you were. 

“How long do you think it will take me?” he asked, slowly slipping two of his fingers inside. “Two minutes? Two and a half?”

You let out a loud sigh —mixed with a faint whimper— once you felt your walls clenching around his digits, and Jisung couldn’t help but smile. “Perhaps one?” 

Once his fingers started to acquire a pace, your hand stroked his length equally to the thrusts of his digits. It was  pretty much like team work, he satisfied you and you satisfied him —however, it was the competitiveness and stubbornness that made it a challenge.

“And how long do you think it would take me?” you queried with an attempt of a firm voice in between whimpers. “Two, three?”

Jisung let out a small scoff, swallowing hard once he saw your lips approaching his length.

“Perhaps I can make it in one, too,” with that being said, you guided his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, losing the rhythm he previously had acquired on his fingers.

“You drive me crazy,” Jisung muttered through gritted teeth, repressing every single sound that could escape through his lips. “You really make me want to fuck your mouth just so that you can stop talking”. 

“Mhm?” you hummed around his dick, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.

That, instead of further weakening his pace, only gave him a bright idea.

“Mhm,” he assured, opening his eyes to look down on you. “And you would like that too, wouldn’t you?”

You continued bopping your head on his cock, just as much as the pleasure he was providing you allowed you to. At times, his digits felt so overwhelming inside you that you lost your grip on the moment, drooling around his dick like a mindless mess —that only got worse once he started to open his mouth.

“Because that’s what good, pretty, obedient sluts like,” Jisung taunted, smiling once he got what he was looking for —feeling your walls clenching and your body reacting to his words exactly the way he wanted them to. “And you are the prettiest slut, aren’t you?”

Your eyes started to tear up as you forced your head down on his cock, part of it even reaching your throat; if he chose to use your weakness against you, you were determined to do the same. You took as much of him as you could, filling your mouth with his cock until saliva started to run down your chin and into your chest —something he definitely couldn’t resist. 

“Fuck, you look so filthy like this,” Jisung grunted, thrusting his fingers even deeper just for the sake of hearing you moaning against his cock. “With your legs spread and your mouth drooling like the dumb slut you are”. 

You didn't think it was possible, but you were getting wetter and wetter at each word that left Jisung's lips —it was that impressive that you were sure your bedsheets were already a mess, and the fact that Jisung was spitting on your cunt didn't help at all.

“You have no idea how much I am holding myself back from fucking your mouth,” he hissed, giving you one of those provocative gazes that made you clench your cunt tighter around him, “but first-”.

With the palm of his hand, he applied pleasure to your clit while his fingers kept on fucking your tight hole. Instinctively, both of your legs tried to close shut around his wrist, but Jisung didn’t allow it. 

“Already?” he cockily muttered, increasing the roughness of his ministrations. 

You knew you were going to lose, but you no longer cared —all you wanted was to come, and it was painfully obvious.

“Jisung-” you whispered, weakly stroking his length. There was a string of saliva mixed with precum connecting your lips to his cock, and he couldn’t help but throb at the sight. “Fuck, Jisung-”.

“Tell me, baby,” he taunted, smiling while chewing on his bottom lip to prevent him from being too loud. 

“Ji-'' there was no point in acting proud anymore, especially when your orgasm was just a few seconds away. If it wasn’t obvious from your soaking pussy and the way your walls aggressively tightened around Jisung’s digits, your inability to suck him off properly, your curling toes and the fact that you could barely keep your eyes open were selling you out. 

But, contrary to your belief, Jisung wasn't that far from his climax either —the way you teased him and the way your body reacted to his touch every time was enough for him to lose his sanity. However, you were too into your own world that you didn’t notice when his cock started twitching inside your grip. 

“I am going to come,” you panted, feeling a couple of tears gathering at the corners of your eyes; you knew you were doomed, but the stubborn part of you was still trying to resist the orgasm. 

“Go on,” Jisung groaned, holding your head against his dick. 

You were too overwhelmed to take his cock into your mouth, so all you could do was to brush the tip of his cock against your wet lips while occasionally licking it and smearing your drool along its length. For some reason, the sight made Jisung ten times harder —you looked desperate both to come and to keep on sucking him off, even though your mind was far gone to complete such a simple task. That was what made him hard, the amount of power he had over you.

“Don’t hold back,” he added, almost losing its composure in between. He knew you were about to come, but so was he —you were good at postponing your climax, as he had trained you by edging you, but he was completely clueless on how to do that. “Be a good slut and show me how good I am making you feel”.

There it was again, the signal that his words held a lot more power than he thought. You arched your back and gripped his cock harder, making Jisung buck his hips unconsciously against your hand. 

“Your cunt is dripping wet,” he cooed with broken words, suppressing his orgasm as much as he could. “It would be so easy to push my cock inside, inch by inch”.

“Jisung-” you gasped, moving your hand frantically against his erection. 

“And a good slut like you would take it all, wouldn’t you?” Jisung asked with a hitching breath. “You are always so eager to have your holes filled, I am even impressed to know that two of my fingers are enough for someone as desperate as you”.

You arched your back again, increasing the movements on your wrist. Jisung’s words, combined with his touch, were driving you to the edge and you just couldn’t fight your climax any longer.

“Look at me when I am using you,” he demanded, using the hand that was once holding your head against his cock to lift your face up, “just so you won’t forget who is really the only one who can make you feel this good”.

“Fuck-,” you whined, grinding your hips against his fingers even harder. Your toes were curled and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, even with the effort you were putting into maintaining eye contact with him. “I- can’t-”.

“Just like that,” Jisung growled, feeling your walls spasming around his digits. “Keep on going”.

You arched your back at the sinful noises that were leaving his lips, which were only prolonging your orgasm further —wave after wave of pleasure were washing up over your body.

“Oh, God-” you breathed, just as you approached the highest point of your climax. Your whole body writhed under him, gripping the bed sheets with one of your hands while the other held the base of his cock tight, still with your lips sloppily brushing against the tip of it. 

And it was then, when Jisung could feel his fingers getting coated with your fluids and your warm saliva teasing the tip of his cock, where he couldn’t hold back any longer. 

When you reached your orgasm, Jisung did too.

With a loud groan, he squirted his hot cum on your chest, lips and part of your face. Neither you or him cared about the messiness of it all, in fact, you both liked it a lot. So even after reaching both of your orgasms you teased his softening cock with your lips, licking it along with the remains of his cum.

“Don’t do that,” Jisung hissed, softly caressing your swollen clit. 

“Afraid you might come again?” you queried with a mocking smile.

“Aren’t you embarrassed?” he asked you with shortness of breath, licking his lips at the sight of his semen all over your face. “You were so bold just a few minutes ago, yet you were the one who came first”. 

“Maybe,” you murmured, dragging your fingers close to your lips so you could collect some of his arousal and lick it. “It was a silly bet, yet I ended up having one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had”.

“Mh, is that so?” Jisung asked, repeating your action and collecting some of his own arousal from your breasts. He then guided his digits, which were coated with your fluids and his cum, to your mouth, making you suck on them clean. “Perhaps we should bet more often”.

“As if we don’t fuck enough already,” you scoffed, his voice being somewhat muffled by his fingers inside your mouth. 

“I know we do, but I don’t even want to think of you underestimating what I can do,” he mumbled, caressing your hair as he was still kneeling right next to you. “So if betting silly things is what will take for you to realize I am the one who knows how to pleasure your body best, then that's what we are going to do”.

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[After Office Hours] - [SKZ Yang Jeongin x M!Reader]

“Push 1 mil of epi. Charge to 120, clear!”

“You’re under arrest for attempted homicide!”

“Fire Department! Call out!”

“5,6,7,8 Music Start!”

The profession that we chose will always be the rollercoaster in our life. Be it an artist, a singer, a writer, a firefighter, a police and many more others. Each and every personnel in this world go through their own way. This was a story of two doctors, successful in their own sectors, one a cardiologist, the other a neurologist. Both worked in the same hospital, under the same boss, nothing really special except for the fact, they can never be in the same room.

Their names are Yang JeongIn and F/N M/N. Yang JeongIn was a child prodigy, following after his father footstep. He skipped a few grades, got himself into Harvard and on his way to medical school. He graduated successfully with flying colours and one would be proud of where he stood.

F/N M/N on the other hand came from the Guryong slum, a place where has long been seen as symbol of the gap between the rich and the poor in South Korea. M/N wasn’t born wealthy but, he did made it though blood, sweat and tears to where he is right now.

M/N and JeongIn met years ago, on their first year of resident. They hated each other’s gut, so much that they won’t stand a minute in a trauma room alone without killing each other. There was once when the two fought with an open patient on the operating table, almost causing a death because they didn’t realise the patient SATS were dropping in the midst of their argument. Every since then, the entire hospital knew never to put them on one case unless it was a life and death situation.

“Dr Kwan, you might want to write the following. I need an hourly Neuro check for bed 42, Mdm Lee. Make sure the post ops reports are updated by the end of the night and also, for bed 35, once the glucose level is on a standard level, you may proceed to remove the drip.” Dr Yang JeongIn, commanded his intern as they walked down the busy hallways of the hospital.

“Yes sir. It will done and dusted,” Dr Kwan, the intern saluted the doctor before parting ways.

“So, Dr Yang, it’s Friday night. TGIF. Wanna go to the club?” Kim SeungMin, a fellow doctor, asked the other as they stood beside each other at the nurse station.

JeongIn huffed and rolled his eyes, “it’s Friday, yes, TGIF but tomorrow is also my day off for the week. So I would like to drink champagne in bed as I fall asleep for the rest of the night peacefully.”

“Boooooringggg.” SeungMin pretended to yawn. “Anyways, wanna hear some gossips?”

“We are doctors, Hyung. Surgeons, not high schoolers, do we really have to gossip?”

SeungMin giggled and link an arm across JeongIn’s shoulder, “this time, yes. It’s about Dr F/N. I heard he is seeing Dr Adams, the intern.”

JeongIn quickly turned his head to the other, “what?” As much as he wanted to keep his composure, he couldn’t help but got his interest attracted.

“I was walking by the intern’s locker room and Dr Adams was announcing to the others about having pinned to the door by Dr F/N and he said, I quote ‘he’s a beast’.” SeungMin whispered.

“Who’s a beast?” Dr F/N M/N grinned as he popped beside his rival, JeongIn, passing some case files to the nurse.

“That’s my queue to leave. See ya around JeongIn.” SeungMin quickly turned to leave the two.

“Hi, Dr Yang.” M/N greeted the other, trying to ignore the fact that he could see steam rising above his head.

“Interns? Really?!” JeongIn glared at the other before smacking a case file to M/N’s chest before pushing pass the latter, bumping their shoulder hard that M/N swore it was going to drop off. M/N watches as JeongIn walks away.

“Seriously? Just a minute. A minute of you guys standing beside each other and you already wanna have each others throat?” Staff Nurse Lee MinHo shook his head appearing beside M/N.

“I said, ‘Hi’ and all he replied me was ‘Interns? Really?!’. I am confused because hell I don’t even know who the hell are the interns around here. I barely walk around the hallways during office hours and hell, I barely speak to anyone except you guys.” M/N ranted, “I said ‘Hi, Dr Yang’, I greeted him but, he looked like he was a sauna. He was FUMING.”

“One day, I just might lock the both of you in a room. Who knows you guys might just come out with little M/N’s and JeongIn’s.”

“Soon.” M/N muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.” M/N smiled, “I am officially off shift. It’s already after office hours for me but, I’ll be in the on-call room so, Hyung, please don’t let anyone enter it.”

“You know, it’s after office hours already so, you can go home,” MinHo said.

“TGIF Hyung. I’m waiting for my date.” M/N reasoned and walked away.

“Date?” MinHo asked in confusion, “wait, did you say date?!”

Meanwhile, in the Emergency Room, Yang JeongIn stared into the case file mindlessly. SeungMin’s words was roaming around his head about M/N and the intern. It couldn’t be through right? M/N wouldn’t date an intern. M/N barely walks around the hospital how could he know Dr Adams in the first place?

“Earth to Dr Yang,” Staff Nurse Han JiSung, waved his hand around in front of the doctor. “Shouldn’t you be off shift already? It’s 8pm.”

JeongIn looked to the clock and silently cursed. He was late, very late. The doctor quickly whipped out his phone seeing a few text messages from a certain someone.

‘I swear I don’t understand what you just said’

‘I beg you to explain to me please’

‘I love you, only you okay?’

‘I’ll be waiting.’

‘Where are you? Caught up on a case?’

‘Im at the lobby.’

‘Im still here.’

‘Love?’

“I need a doctor here!” A nurse called out as she pushed a middle aged man on a wheelchair into the ER. The Man was restrained to it as he yelled, struggling to break free.

“Trauma three.” JeongIn beckoned the nurse as he ran to them.

“Alex McAlester. Aged 35, the taxi driver drove him here when he started to experience nauseous and dizziness whilst on his way to the airport. He became delirious and aggressive after so.” The Nurse explained.

“Sir, my name is Yang JeongIn, I’m a doctor here, I’m going to help you but, you need to calm down.” JeongIn said. The man looked at him confused, despite the angered expression that he had. “I’m going to remove your restraints so, calm down. You are in good hands.”

JeongIn proceeded to untie one of the restraints off the man. At first the man was calmed, until JeongIn proceeded to remove the second restraints was when hell broke loose. Everything happened so fast. One second he saw the man grabbing the metal IV stand aiming towards him and the next, he was pulled back into someone’s embrace.

“No. One. Touches. My. Husband.”

As if the time had stopped, JeongIn felt his heart pounding against his chest. He looked up to see none other than his husband, F/N M/N hugging him so tightly, almost knocking the breath out of him with one hand, while the other had stopped the IV pole aimed to him.

“Get security.” M/N told the Nurse as Dr Seo ChangBin, one of their colleague and himself went to restraint the patient onto the bed again. JeongIn felt heat rushing to his cheeks as he exited the room.

“Did I just see what I just saw?” Staff Nurse MinHo eyes widened, “did he just said husband and saved you from that man like some sort of fairytale?” He scooted over to JeongIn. “You are the date?”

“What date?”

“M/N ended shift like hours ago but, insisted to be in the on-call room then he mentioned that he was waiting for his date. Now that whatever happened in front of happened, it means you are the date.” MinHo simply explained. “Are you okay?”

“I’m o—, Woah.” JeongIn was cut off when M/N exited the room, cupping his face and scanned through his body.

“Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Are you okay?”

“Im feim if yum stophw squshming maaai faceeuuu,” JeongIn mumbled.

“Oh thank goodness you are okay. My heart stopped for a second.” M/N sighed in relieve, “love, you didn’t reply my text, I got worried so I just had to come down here to find you.”

“Love?” MinHo smirked.

“We agreed to announce to the chief first.” JeongIn pouted.

“I know but, well, you can’t blame me. It’s after office hours and technically both of us are off duty.” M/N said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I promise I am. Thank you for saving me.” JeongIn added, “I am mad at you actually. There’s rumours going around that you’re sleeping with Dr Adams.”

“Oh that!” MinHo interjected, “no no Dr Yang. You got it all wrong. The Dr Adams was referring to was the doctor who has the same name as Dr F/N. His a peds doctor. Not your man. Hell, I doubt half the hospital has knows what F/N even looked like. He barely spent his time outside of the OR.”

M/N chuckled, “and so now, we know. Are you still mad?”

“I’m Sorry,” JeongIn muttered feeling so flustered to jump into conclusion.

“It’s okay love.” M/N smiled, planting a quick kiss to JeongIn’s forehead.

“So, anyone wanna explain what is going on with this?” MinHo flailing his hand to the two of them, “just a few hours ago, or at least for as long as you’ve been here, the two of you are on each other throat. I thought one day you might really kill each other.”

“M/N and I are married. We have been for awhile now. The whole rivalry, hating thing is just a norm to us.” JeongIn explained.

“Thus, work is work. Love is love. To which why we invented our ‘after office hours’ rule.” M/N added.

“Why wasn’t I invited? I’m hurt.” MinHo gasped dramatically.

“Cause we hated each other so much and it’s fun to see all of you suffer when you are under our service.”

MinHo rolled his eyes “You guys are an evil couple.”

“We know.” M/N grinned as he links an arm across his husband’s shoulders, planting a kiss to JeongIn’s head. “Shall we go? I planned a date for us.“

“Okay sweetie.” JeongIn tiptoed to kiss M/N’s cheek.

“Disgustingly sweet.” MinHo fake gagged causing the two doctors to laugh wholeheartedly.

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