#;compared to a man as big as me you realize how small you are don't you

[blueberryarchive]

The One Were Jungkook;

more slasher!jk

𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨; slasher, 80s, psychological horror

𝙩𝙬; non-con, somnophilia, horror, violence, blood

(thank you to @hoseokshobagi for helping me with this big mess, I love u, shut up)

NY, 1985

The little ol' Brew House wasn't like the bar you went to with Jimin. It was so small that you could feel the sweat running down your back, the ghost of a hand or a glance behind you with every step. There was a sour smell of old, dried beer on the rustic green furniture and freshly disinfected vomit in the corner where Jungkook motioned for you to sit.

"Sit down, don't move."

You climbed onto the cracked brown leather stool, your bare thighs sticking to it like Velcro. A band was playing Iron Man on the other side and it was so uncoordinated that it matched the people sitting there: middle-aged men in blue-collar jobs, women in black leather skirts and foreign students with little money, underworld poets and their upper class girlfriends living the fantasy of muses sitting one their boyfriend's thighs while they discussed Bob Dylan and Williams Burroughs. A green and brown amalgam of sweaty skin drinking warm beer and watered down whiskey.

You couldn't help but compare both places.

Sweaty Joe's was a bar just two corners from the university, it was bathed in colored lights and posters as old as the owners of the place themselves. Red leather sofas were distributed in the corners and those, for years, have belonged to the Maroon Knights players.

This is where you met Jimin, it was your first week and you and Bobby Joe decided to have a beer, you two were new, smiled candidly at each gentleman who offered you another drink. You had never done that in the small town where you came from.

Jimin was celebrating his first winter tournament, his crimson cheekbones and his elegant smile conquered your heart, he let you sleep in his room in the trailer where he lived with his four brothers. His hands never took yours without first asking you, never looked away. You fell asleep so quickly in that bed while the little snores of the quaterback kept you stable, safe.

At dawn, you couldn't even see his face, you spent a week avoiding the hallways where he frequented until you did what your mother did to apologize to people: you baked some cookies. Unfortunately, he was on a diet but he still accepted them, his younger brother would eat them all with pleasure, you offered him a kiss and he let himself go.

That afternoon you lost your virginity behind his secong-hand orange Pontiac, white cotton panties crumpled and drooled between your teeth as Jimin held your calves. You cried so much that he forgot to moan, but your boyfriend wiped away each tear with his wet tongue and his thumbs until his cum fell thickly onto your skirt and his uniform.

The second time was different. What you don't know is that you cooking for him lit a spark, a simple breeze in a dry forest and you were the summer sun. You were going to be his wife, he promised you, with drooping eyelids and your pelvis on top of a pillow, his hands guiding your ass until they collided with his waist.

“I'm going to make you mine, I'm going to buy you a house and a huge ring. Fuck—you’re going to have to stop me at some point because I’m going to get you pregnant every time you smile at me, love. Doesn't Ms. Park have a ring to it?" He growled grabbing your hair to pull you closer to his sweaty chest.

“What is that pretty head of yours thinking about, huh?” Jungkook snapped his fingers at you, placing a long mug of beer in front of you. The second cigarette of the afternoon dangled between his fingers as he waited for you to take a drink, his eyes darting from your chest to your hair. “I saw you look at the ring on your finger.”

“My boyfriend gave it to me a month ago.” You said fixing the thin silver ring, a promise desperate to be fulfilled.

“How very” The boy laughed, choking on the smoke, you held the beer and took a long drink.

You realized that men when they exist in a cloud of promises and anonymity are more fuckable, because now seeing the metalhead in front of you, you just wanted to hit him.

“I don't understand why you keep yapping when you're not here to hear me speak.”

“I didn't want us to move on to fucking so quickly, but if you can't wait, then we'll make a little something in the alley.” Seeing your face blush he laughed again. “I'm kidding, doll. Don’t be so rigid.”

With a whistle, Jeon effortlessly caught the eye of a man nearby. His muscles were noticeably defined, and he sported a pair of square glasses that added a touch of charm. Dressed in a casual plaid shirt, his hair styled like a military man. Spotting Jeon, his face lit up with recognition, and he quickly closed the distance between you.

“Kim, I thought you weren't coming to the meeting.” Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of the man's slight tensing as his friend spoke, but without skipping a beat, his hand gently landed on his friend's shoulder.

"What do you mean?"

"You literally said-"

"No, I didn't. Gosh, give me a break."

Hoseok looked in your direction with a hint of distrust, the creases on his face sharpening with each step you took. You walked closer, his eyes traced your body from head to toe, his initial skepticism fading away the moment he reached your side. Your little shorts and Wham! t-shirt hugged your curves tightly, clinging to your tits like a sculpture of marble.

"What's this?" Hoseok pointed at you and moved his fingers up and down.

"Come, I want to introduce you to my friend. We met in…" Jungkook's smile widened as he tilted his hand. “Well, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that you have to make a place for her in the club, wouldn't you gladly have one of the sweetest pieces of meat of the whole faculty on the team, eh?”

Jungkook looked in your direction again, he knew that the way he spoke caused tremendous disgust in you and he enjoyed it. “This is Hoseok, the president of the archery club. Greet him before he hates you for some reason.”

"Shut up." Hoseok's voice cut through the air as he extended his arm to shake yours, his calloused hand brushing against your skin. His sharp eyes studied your hands intently, examining every detail. "You got weird fingers."

"Is that how you give compliments to pretty girls?"

Hoseok let out a sigh, nonchalantly plucking the cigarette from Jungkook's mouth. With a subtle gesture, he motioned for his friend to approach while bringing the cigarette to his own lips.

“If you want to fuck one of the cheerleaders, find another way, I'm not going to put her in the club, dude.” His failed attempt at whispering, which was clearly intentional, didn't escape your ears.

“Do you think I have to fuck one of you to be part of your Disney Heroe theatre team?”

Hoseok's eyebrow arched, while leaning back against the bar stool. With a confident yet subtle sway, he adjusted his posture, his pelvis shifting ever so slightly, but still managing to catch your eye. A mischievous grin formed on one side of his lips, knowing full well of the effect he had on you. “And why the hell are you looking for me if you don't need me, Barbie?"

"I'm here to let you know that I'll be waiting for you in the green area on Monday at 3, expecting you to hand me a bow and arrow," You declared, a sweet smile playing on your lips like a precious jewel shimmering beneath a cloak of innocence as you deftly snatched the cigarette from between his parted lips. "And I hope you show up with a smile that could outshine the sun and a more decent cologne."

Hoseok scoffed with raised eyebrows, clearly unimpressed by your little rebel talk as you took a drag from his stolen cigarette.

"You do realize you'll be the only woman in the group, right? The guys ain't going to like you, they tend to be very…"

"Terrified of women," Jeon chimed in, leaning against your shoulder.

"Exclusive," Hoseok added.

"They'll probably do a jerk-off circle if they see me in a skirt." You quipped, a sly smile playing on your lips.

The three of you looked at the cubicle where the a few memebers sat, all upper class kids who couldn't get into anything in their lives without Mommy opening the door for them first.

“Whatever, you're not even that hot, they'll live.”

You smiled, turning around on your stool to continue drinking your beer. “See you on Monday, four eyes.”

“Bye, Hobi-Bobby.” Jungkook rested his arm on the bar, his eyes positioned on your profile.

“Do you want to fuck now? I love women who know how to silence men, i'm already hard.”

"Why are you so fucking disgusting?"

"You're the one sitting next to me, you can go now." And he waited. You stayed there, speechless and waiting, too.

"Kim?"

"Who?"

“The dickhead called you Kim.”

“I don't know who that is, sweetheart.”

“Mm.” You nodded. You weren't too sure now. “Are you sure you're the one I talked to that night?”

"I promise you." Jungkook dragged his stool closer to your ear, the smell of nicotine and shaving cream was pleasant, manly. "Are those sugar tits as sweet as that voice of yours?"

“What time did I call you?” You ignored his nutty breath.

“Are you questioning me now?”

"Yeah."

His jaw tensed, biting the inside of his cheeks.

“I'm going to give you some advice, doll. If you want things to go well today, don't question me.”

You felt a rush cover your back, the beer felt colder on your fingers and you were more aware of his proximity. You were in his territory, you didn't know anyone there, you were screwed.

“Can you answer me just one thing and that's it?”

Jungkook moved closer and nodded, his pupils stabbing at your lips waiting for you to say something out of line so he would have an excuse to destroy you with.

“Why do people think you are weird?”

His sigh collided with your neck, a smile woven little by little; you could see stars in his eyes when he moved back. The raw desire to show you why.

He leaned close to your ear and whispered slowly, the urge to laugh drowned out by his words. Both his hands hiding his lips like a child. You swallowed as you finished listening, a long drink to finish the remaining beer.

He pulled out a new cigarette before your eyes met his again.

“So, in your room or mine?” He mumbled before lightning the tip.

“I'm- I think I'm going home.”

"Isn't your home in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania, you silly little bun'?"

The man in front of you pouted, nodding with a dejected face when he saw you stand up, the large mug of beer hitting your trembling anatomy. You wanted to vomit, to shed your own skin to pieces, to vanish, to crawl along the road back home like a mass of nerves and to sleep in your bed until you forgot what this psychopath had just hummed in your ear in the middle of the crowd.

But what did you expect? Wasn't this what you were looking for?

That's why curiosity ends up being the cruelest animal feeling. It takes you to the cheese on top of the trap, it makes you look at the sun and go blind, it makes you run through the grass until you fall at the bottom of nowhere. Voices like Jungkook's end up taking you to a seedy bar, at the mercy of God if he is even allowed in these parts.

“Come on, I'll take the bike down for you, then.”

You grabbed your backpack and walked in front of Jeon, stares like needles digging into your shorts.

Outside, his arms stretched out to take the bicycle, as light as a feather.

“I would've take you to college but-”

“I think this is where our journey ends, Jungkook.” Your voice was firm, elegant. You knew when to say goodbye.

He remained silent, one last smile as a gift. "If you say so." His hands opened dramatically to show you the road.

You raised your leg until you sat down and accelerated down the street, the sun hiding on the horizon. You didn't know if it was the wind hitting your cheeks and eyes, but you felt the cold stream go down to your neck. You wanted the road to get shorter in front of you and suddenly you were crying like a lost child, the sharp exhale stinging your lungs, you took all the alleys you recognized and the ones you didn't and you looked around at the desolate sides of New York.

Hiding from the sun your skin grew cold and the sobs turned to murmurs praying that you would return alive to the arms of Steph or Bobby Joe.

But oh, how angelic you looked with the halo of Jungkook's car headlights on your back. A honk chilled your blood until you couldn't do anything but grip the handlebars until your knuckles turned white.

“I changed my mind, I'll take you.” His breathing was jagged, he was sweating deeply, swallowing hard to hide the psychosis.

“It won't be long now and my boyfriend is waiting for me.”

“Don't worry, just load the bike and I'll drop you off at his house.”

'No' was not an answer and you knew that, no one ever said no to her and if they did no woman managed to keep her tongue to say it.

"Roger that. Thank you, Jungkook, you are a gentleman.”

“Of course, get off the bike now.” "She muttered as she snatched the iron from your hands and threw it behind her vehicle.

The trip was lethargic, the music faltered in the car with each curve until you reached a neighborhood of white houses and yellowish lights, the crickets chirped in the safe silence of a suburb. You thought about getting out when the car stopped and screaming until your lungs vomited.

But of course when you arrived the garage door was open, the car slid across the smooth concrete without a sound.

“Do you mind if I look for a few things before I take you home?” His voice sounded so carefree that you almost believed you were going back to your dorm room. You shook your head as he went down to close the garage door, the darkness consuming your hope.

Your heart began to beat blood so fast that your hands began to try to open your door, Jungkook tilted his head at the noise until he saw your reflection in the side mirror.

"Why you do that? God, you’re so stupid.” Jungkook took your hair in his hands and without much effort dragged you out of the vehicle and onto the garage floor. His hand covered your mouth, his calloused and sweaty fingers undoing the button on your Levi's until they stuck to your ankles.

“It's only once, you have to reward me for the beer you had.” His voice burned in your ear along with the beating of your heart, a light hum of your soul trying to get away from your dirty body.

“Mm-” You groaned as you felt the fabric of his jeans mold between your ass. Moving was in vain, fighting a mere fantasy.

“Just a quickie and then I'll drop you off, don't be so rigid.”

Your body was puppeteered to the living room with dim lights, curved and modern furniture that someone paid great attention to match with the upholstery and the carpet that decorated the floor.

And your body was thrown to the edge of the pink couch, the metal underneath the cloth digging into your stomach, your ass in the air as you felt cold hands remove your underwear. Why weren't you moving? Why did you let this happen to you? What was your mom doing right now? You thought of her chubby body moving around her room while organizing her dresses.

Warm spit fell onto your pussy and you closed your eyes, the last tear creating a shadow on the corrugated carpet as Jungkook slid his cock around the entrance to wet the entire area. The phone rang five, six, ten times next to you. Beep.

Hello, you are calling the sweet home of Bee, Dr. Kim and Taehyung. We are on vacation in Florida, but when we arrive we will take your message. Bye bye!

Who were the animated voices humming on the phone and why was Jungkook's voice there? You looked at the stranger loosening his grip on the sudden crackling laughter coming from the small speaker on the phone.

"Fuck." The now stranger mumbled, holding your neck with his forearm.

"You got the wrong kid, callgirl." And your eyes opened like a full moon, you looked at the closed windows of the room. “Taehyung, you have ten to hide.”

"Shit." Taehyung whimpered behind you pushing your body to the ground, instinctively you grabbed his leg causing his body to fall to the ground next to yours.

If you were going to die today, you wouldn't do it alone.

"Five, six…"

“What the fuck are you doing, you fucking whore?! I will die if he finds me.” His reddened face dragged trying to take your sudden weight and strength off of him. It was useless. Black Sabbath began to play above the house, reverberating, like thousands of wasps between the walls. “I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please. Let me go."

Taehyung's head reached the kitchen when a worn military boot stopped his movements. The muddy sole of the boot collided with Taehyung's head, making it bounce again and again and again against the wood of the kitchen. It was a hollow, wet sound, more forceful with each blow.

You leaned your body back until you collided with the sofa, your nails anchored in the carpet.

"Sorry. I'm sorry, ple-” Taehyung tried to speak until the boot took the last hit and his jaw hung from his mouth like a toy. His eyes looked back with mercy. Run, he shouted to you with his bleeding eyes, run until you die but run. A broomstick passed through his mouth until his body bounced once more.

So still.

Drool was falling from the corners from having your mouth open for so long. Why didn't you run? Is it that the boot you were looking for so long? Was the cruelty of being curious true?

An excessively tall figure passed through the kitchen frame, avoiding Taehyung's lifeless body. Black was the first thing you saw, the dirty jeans, the leather jacket tied around his waist, the Motley Crue tank top pressing against his chest and shoulders. Sweat dripped from his mullet to his tattoos.

His face, soft and covered in red. His oval nose and thin lips, eyes like a dead deer. Metal surrounding the room like the choir of fallen angels.

It was him, it was Jungkook.

“Poor little thing.” He licked his lips as he held your chin so you were looking at him. “Look at you, so afraid of that fucking-” he growled under his breath, getting down to your level.

"Please do not kill me." You cried, the air was thick, like sulfur around him.

“I didn't promise you that in the call, baby. Did you forget already?"

His hands were delicate under your armpits until he lifted you up and took your body to the furniture sitting you on top of his wide thighs. Your body looking at the turned off television, the curved reflection showed the difference in size. You were a doll on top of that beast.

“Put your foot up.” He ordered as he grabbed your knee to help you put on your Levi's with the softness of a creature in feather hands. "Stop crying."

“I can't, I'm too scared, I want to go home.”

"Pity." Jungkook sighed, taking your underwear from his jeans, wet with some chemical. His tattooed fingers took the flimsy cotton to your nose. Bitter at first and then it burned in your lungs. “Don't try to fight it, it'll be worse for you, baby. Atta girl, just let go, inhale.” His voice was serious, unharmed, like an anesthetic just like the clorophorm. There was no harm in closing your eyes if you were in the great hands of a beast, a mammoth.

"I like you girls manageable, stupid." Was the last thing you heard, a smile grazing your neck.

Your body rose without permission, abrupt. The pain was immeasurable.

“Jimin, she's up!” You heard a small voice in the corner of a familiar room, the sheets rough and thick.

The silhouette of Jimin's younger brother ran to the kitchen. The other two brothers approached the door, their blond heads peeking out. Jimin pushed them until he reached you.

“Hyung-”

“Shut the door, JP. I’m sick of you, just eat your fucking breakfast and get out of the house.” Jimin shouted, looking at his brothers out of the corner of his eye.

The slow footsteps receded and Jimin turned his attention to you.

“Love, no, don't cry. I'm here.”

His name fell from your lips desperately as you squeezed his face, consuming every detail so your body knew it was real and wouldn't squirm like a worm.

“Breathe with me, come on.”

You closed your eyes hugging your boyfriend's neck.

“Come on, I've prepared a hot bath for you in the twins' room.” You shook your head frantically without breaking away. “It's just to get the mud off your body, then we'll go back to bed.”

"Mud?"

“Minjun found you outside this morning, do you know where you were last night, who did this to you?”

You grabbed the sheets and uncovered your body, bruises covering your legs and stomach. The dried mud covering the sheets of Jimin's bed. A scream choked in your throat.

“Its okay, I can change the sheets. Don’t worry about that. Let's go champ, up.” Jimin patted your injured thigh so you would chain your legs around his abdomen. With a grunt, Jimin lifted you up and carried you to a makeshift tub of hot water.

The little beds were together on one side of the small room, a metal tub emanating sweet steam covering the walls of the room in a thin web of drops.

“Raise your arms.” Jimin kissed your neck gently, the nausea returning little by little but you just let your body melt in the arms of the only person who mattered. His eyes shone with the concern of a father, he undressed you as quickly as possible so that the bruises didn't have time to hurt. Reaching your shorts, he knelt in front of you and stared at your tired face.

“I shouldn't have gone to the bar last night.” He wavered his speech for a second as he slowly lowered the zipper.

“Shh.” Your hand fell into his messy hair, he was still wearing his pajamas, what time did Jungkook throw you in front of Jimin's trailer?

The silence became strange, different. You didn't understand Jimin's sudden furrowed eyebrows when he took off your Levi's.

“Minnie?”

“Motherf-” Jimin stood up and hit the wall hard. His body turned around until he was looking at the jeans on the floor again. “That's it, I'm calling Yoongi.”

"What? Yoongi, what for? Minnie, don't leave, please."

"Don't move!"

Your boyfriend disappeared from the room before you asked him what was happening. You sighed with a heavy heart as you walked in pain to the shots on the floor: a wide, slimy stain extended from front to back. The pants fell to the floor and you went to the mirror on the wall.

Your trembling finger curved until you felt the hole between your legs, the whitish and salty cum thread stretched from your entrance to your shocked face.

You don't remember Taehyung penetrating you. Was Jungkook such an animal that he came inside while you were passed out? How could he?

Tears gathered in your eyes as you laughed silently, the pain was unbearable around your waist and legs, pussy still numb and you could only remember the patterns on the carpet.

Cruel curiosity.

#❗slasher! jk thoughts #bts imagines #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts dark fic

[elainemorisi]

the world is so big and so old

#and so small and so novel #but like #I don't know how anybody needs religion man #I know how much my life means and matters and how much the lives of everyone I care about do #and that's been true for everyone forever and that is so much. so much #that is so vastly incomprehensibly incommunicably meaningful or weighty or whatever not-quite adjective you want to use #and yes of course one can and I do also have this realization about like your next door neighbors #and yes it is the exact same realization as about the residents of sixteenth century Aleppo #they're not the same thing and they are what I mean is that to even compare them is to miss the point y'know? #and there's always this idiot rhetorical push to somehow tie that back to yourself y'know #which is to miss the point in exactly the same way #it's not that I do or don't matter to them or they do or don't matter to me none of that is even... #obviously it's coherent as a statement but it's just utter nonsense too right #(it's transcendent and mystical damnit :P) #SO big and SO old and SO... there aren't adjectives! #meaningful is wrong full is wrong etc etc #they all imply the possibility of not-that y'know? #mysticism damnit it is the only thing #and the idiot push is obviously more than just rhetorical too #and of course in practice nobody can act on this but also like maybe in practice it's not even right right #but in theory! #in theory so many people do not even seem to grasp in theory the who even knows. the sublime greater-than-equality of all persons #it's there though man. it's the thing #that was today's weekends are for the tipsy reading of history books tagramble thanks and come again soon

[the-kr8tor]

Can I request Hobie Brown to react to his shy gn crush accidentally sitting on his lap for your fluffy Friday?

Adorable! Thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, love struck Hobie, spiderperson! Reader, FLUFF

It's Fluffy Friday! (For real this time lol)

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You're talking excitedly with Gwen, food tray in your hands, the Miguel burger sways slightly as you bounce on your feet. The can of soda clinks against the plastic tray.

"Oh! You should absolutely not skip season four even if it's dog shit." Walking backwards to face Gwen, she listens intently to your rambling. "How else are you gonna get the references they throw at you in later seasons?" You say with a cheery smile.

"Are you sure? You literally said it was shit" Gwen raises a brow questioningly.

"Duh! So you can compare how shitty it is to season 5" you turn harshly around, not looking where you're going.

"Shit! Watch out!—" Gwen tries to stop you, but it's too late. You hit a bystander waiting for their meal. You're one of the rare spider people who wasn't gifted with enhanced senses. Cursing at your crappy luck.

Your tray hits the poor guy who was unfortunate enough to be in your way. Pasta lands harshly on their red suit, coating it in bright yellow. The bun from the burger sticks to the spandex, replacing the spider logo to Miguel's mask design.

You crane your neck to apologize to the unusually tall Spider-Man, staring in horror at his scaly face, rows of sharp teeth bearing down at you as he growls angrily. His large shadow looms over you. The tray clunks loudly on the tiled floor, acting as a death bell for you.

"I'm so sorry!" You say weakly, trembling in your suit.

The T-rex steps towards you, footsteps rumbling like little earthquakes. You instinctively walk back, eyes trained on the dinosaur, ready to swing away in case he snaps his jaws at you.

"I'm sorry! I'll get it dry cleaned, please don't eat me–" something hits the back of your knees making you fall on something sturdy. "Oof" you let out, Your back hits someone's chest, strong hands over your waist, steadying you. Craning your neck to the left, you're face to face with someone familiar.

"Falling for me now huh, lovey?" Hobie's fave is mere inches away from yours, brown eyes staring at your flustered face.

"I-uh..hmm?" You could only manage to make noise, noticing how warm his palms are against the spandex of your suit.

Hobie smirks at your reaction, turning his head to address the T-rex that's been hunting you. "Hey big man, they said sorry already. We're on the same team, yeah?"

Spider-Rex huffs out, air coming out of his nose. He drops his head down to your height, you cling tighter on Hobie's torso, much to his satisfaction.

The dinosaur nudges your legs with his snout, as if to say: you owe me dry cleaning.

"Just send me the bill" you chuckle nervously.

Spider-rex huffs one more time, hot air hitting you and Hobie, you try to hide your face on his chest, not caring if the pins on his vest poke your skin. Hobie holds the side of your face, shielding you, his head lays on your temple, piercing cold on your skin.

"Alright! They got it!" Gwen steps in between you and your scaly friend, hands on her hips.

Spider-rex finally leaves, the floor shaking as he moves. Gwen clicks her tongue, tapping her foot in annoyance.

"Fuck, you okay?" Hobie ducks his head to meet your gaze. Fingers fixing your unruly brows that must've ruffled it when the dinosaur huffed and puffed. "He's all bark and no bite. Don't worry he doesn't eat fellow spider-people, usually" he says softly while he rubs your arms comfortably.

"Usually?" You ask in a small voice, slowly realizing you're sitting on his lap. Quite comfortably if you dare add.

He chuckles, "You planning on staying here? I don't mind" Hobie plays it off as he pokes your side.

"Right, sorry" practically jumping off his lap, feet landing back on solid ground, your shyness taking over. "Was I crushing you?" You ask softly.

"Nah," he reassures you. "Come sit down with me" Hobie scooches over, giving you space to sit right next to him.

Gwen drops her tray on the table, clicking her tongue. "I'll get something for you to eat, okay" she pats your shoulder. You nod appreciatively. "Play nice, Hobie" Gwen points an accusing finger at Hobie. "Be right back"

"I'm always nice, Gwendy" He raises his hands in surrender. Hobie notices your apprehension, he gestures for you to sit down across from him this time, as to not make you uncomfortable.

You bravely choose the seat next to him, surprising you both. He smiles when you slide next to him. Your spine is unnaturally straight, muscle tensed. Bashfulness at the forefront.

Hobie wants you to relax so he decides to wordlessly offer you his tray of food. "Wanna share mine?"

A soft smile curls around your lips, affection blooming in your chest. "You sure?"

"Yeah, only if it's with you" Hobie's eyes are soft, gazing at you longingly.

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Thank you for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it ❤️

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[kilibaggins]

Promise | Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon x Reader

A/N: I've loved daryl dixon since middle school and now i feel like i should try to write him! this was not requested but i really felt like writing for him so here i am.

Summary: Ever since things started slowing down at the prison, and more people started to join the group, Daryl started... Distancing himself from you. You've had enough.

my requests are very much open just so you know! go ahead and request something just read my rules first (its linked in pinned)

Word Count: 1100

The prison has been without incident for two weeks now. A couple weeks ago a fight broke out, and before that, it had been a case of theft… Things that remind you of the old world. Small things compared to some of the big ones you've experienced.

Things seem… Nice. People are starting to flourish, people are starting to grow. You've made new friends, new fellow survivors who you share your days with. It's comforting to know that after everything you have somewhere safe to be, even if only for now.

The only thing is that… Daryl never talks to you.

See, to many people this might be normal. He's Mr. Macho. He's the one that stays secluded and isolated and never talks unless he has to but… This is different. He's always been different with you. You've always been the one who tries your best to check on him, to care for him, even when he's pushing himself away.

Even back on Hershel's farm, when he kept his tent far away, you walked out there every day to check on him and keep him company. When Andrea accidentally shot him and he seemed to be on death's door you were the one to help him through that.

Once the farm got overrun, and you all started frantically trying to find a new place to be, you two had gotten even closer. He'd watch your back, and you'd try to watch his, it was as great as a new friendship could be in a world that has ended.

But after the prison got up and running and after things calmed down he started to… Disappear. When you'd go to find him for hunts he wouldn't be there, or he'd already be gone. When you'd try to do anything with him he'd practically push you into a different group.

You have to admit, it hurts. You thought things were going well, but all of a sudden he's completely cold-shouldering you.

It's been a long day, and in your frustration, you realize that all you want is the man you had once thought of as your best friend. Daryl. You huff and climb on the long stairs of the prison up to the back where Daryl put his cell. Pretty much as far away from everyone as possible, in true Daryl fashion.

“Hey…” You say, leaning against the entranceway to the cell. The cell door is only half closed and you see he's cleaning his bow.

“What?” He asks, instead of saying hello back. You roll your eyes.

“Just wanted to talk for a minute.” You say, trying to smile at him.

“Then talk.” He says, his voice frustrated. You feel the emotion pool up in your chest.

“I just- How have you been? We haven't talked much lately, but-”

“Ya got anything important to say or are ya just here to bug me?” Daryl asks, finally looking up at you. You tear up and turn away, taking a few steps away from the cell.

“Whatever…” You say. Before you make it to the stairs though you pause. You turn around and march to the door. “You know you don't have to be such a jerk.”

“'Scuse me?” Daryl asks, his eyes piercing as he puts down his crossbow.

“You heard me. What is your problem?” You ask, angry. You're done having him ignore you like this. “All I want to do is talk to my best friend for more than ten minutes-”

“Best friend? Please, ya can't be serious.” Daryl snaps. He stands up and throws his arms out. “I ain't yer best friend. Go talk to someone else.”

“What happened to us being close, huh? You used to like being around me.” You say, your voice raising.

“I did like bein’ around ya. But things change.” Daryl says, turning around and picking up his jacket. He always has to be fidgeting with something.

“Why?” You ask, your voice breaking a bit. You cough and shake your head. “Why do things have to change? What did I do wrong?”

“Ya didn't do nothing. Just… Just go be with someone else. I got issues I gotta take care of.” He says. He isn't looking at you, head looking down at the small patch on his jacket that you added.

“… I don't want to be with someone else.” You say.

“Well, ya should!” Daryl suddenly yells. “Go be with someone actually worth somethin’.”

Your heart breaks. You finally step into his cell and walk up to him. He's purposefully avoiding eye contact with you and you reach out and touch his arm. He moves away only for a second before letting you touch him.

“Daryl… You're my best friend. I'm gonna be honest, you're probably more than that, you mean the world to me. You're who I want to be around… Don't tell me you've been pushing me away because of that.”

Daryl doesn't say anything and frowns. He looks at you before looking back down.

“Don't want ya findin' out ya wasted yer time on me,” Daryl says. You reach up and gently tuck his hair behind his ear. He flinches slightly and you frown.

“Let me make that choice, okay?” You say gently.

“But-”

“Let me make my own choices. I want to be around you. I want to talk to you and hang out with you. You're it for me, whether you want it to be romantic or platonic, I want you in my life.” You say. You reach down and straighten his shirt. “Everyone else here doesn't get what we've been through. You do. Do you want me around?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Then you’re stuck with me.” You say, smiling at him.

"M'sorry." He says, as he tries to look away to hide his smile but you catch it anyways.

“There you are.” You say, grinning.

“Stop.” He mumbles, trying to turn away again, his smile getting bigger. You grab his hands turn him back to you and smile widely at him. You love his smile. “Said stop, punk.”

You laugh and lean up to kiss his cheek. You can feel how warm it is.

“Don’t leave me, okay?” You ask, looking up at him. Your smile is gone now, and he can tell you’re serious. “Don’t push me away. Please.”

“A’right. Promise.” He says, shrugging, but he still has that genuine look in his eyes.

“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky. He rolls his eyes.

“What're ya, six?”

“Shut up and pinky promise me, Dixon.” You say, laughing. He scoffs and his pinky interlocks with yours.

“Promise.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead imagine #my fanfic #twd #thewalkingdead #daryldixon #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n

[mausinly]

Baby fever got me thinking abt ghost and kids <3

Ghost finds himself leaning against a stone wall, fiddling with the straps of his gear as he listens to the bustle of the locals. He's in a more rural part of the city, one half full of shops and restaurants and the occasional pub (of which Ghost is waiting for Gaz and Soap outside of), the other half being a neighborhood on the other side of the cobblestone wall behind him.

It was meant to be a more casual mission, gather some intel and do a bit of a stakeout. Gaz and Soap would chat with a man that has information for them, while Ghost waited outside in case there was trouble or they needed to make a quick escape. After a few hours, he quickly realized this wasn't much of a mission at all.

It was peaceful though, a breath of fresh air compared to the adrenaline and bloodshed of his usual work. He was debating on calling it all a bust and dragging his boys back to base when a small sound hit his ears.

He went silent for a moment before he heard it again, a small whisper of a voice beckoning for his attention.

Ghost lets out a sigh. "The hell...?" He looks around, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.

"Psst. Up here." A small voice calls from... above him?

Ghost looks up to see a face peering down at him from the top of the stone wall, a few meters above him. A small child, a little girl with short, red curls, peeks over the stone to look at him with big brown eyes.

The two of them just stare at each other for a few beats, observing one another warily until the girl speaks up.

"Are you a soldier?" She asks him with a surprising amount of confidence, speaking with a bluntness that only children seemed to possess.

Ghost pushes himself off of the wall to turn and look at her fully, glancing back at the pub to check for his team before looking back at her.

"Affirmative." He says simply, giving a little nod before falling back into silence.

The girl looks puzzled at the unfamiliar word, but uses her context clues to conclude that it means yes. She steps up a little more, crossing her arms over the top of the wall to look down at him better.

"My nana was a soldier... I think." The little girl says, her tone a little uncertain. "My mum said she used to fly planes and we have a picture of her with a bunch of medals."

"I've never seen a soldier in real life, though." She adds.

Ghost can't help the small chuckle that rumbles from his chest at the child's observation. "That so? Your nan sounds pretty interesting." His eyes crease as he smiles up at her from under his balaclava. "I'll let you in on a little secret... being a soldier's pretty boring a lot of the time."

The girl gives Ghost another quizzical look, blinking those big doe eyes at him. "How? Don't you get to fight bad guys and shoot big guns?"

Ghost supposes she isn't wrong. A lot of his work does include diving headfirst into enemy territory, fighting the desert sun and blowing up old "friends". He still lets out a small laugh at the girl's naivety. Ghost wonders if he'd ever been that innocent once, maybe when he was a toddler and the cruel world his father built hadn't yet beat down on him.

"Sometimes." He says finally. "But there's also a lot of sitting—waiting for things to happen. And paperwork." He tacks on.

The girl makes a face. "Like taxes?"

Ghost nods solemnly. "Like taxes."

The girl makes a soft, long "oh" sound before they fall into silence. Ghost looks back at the pub, half hoping to see Soap and Gaz walk out and half hoping they stay inside so he can keep talking to this silly little kid.

"My names Ginny, by the way." The girl pipes up. "What's yours?"

He debates in his head for a moment. "Ghost." He says finally.

Ginny makes another face. "Ghost? Like a dead person? That's a funny name." She says bluntly. "Is it a nickname? Technically Ginny is my nickname."

Ghost listens as she rambles a little, waiting for her to finish so he can answer her questions. "Yep, like a dead person. And yes, it's kind of like a nickname."

"Do they always give you silly names in the mil-militry?" Ginny tries to ask, scrunching up her face a little as she struggles to pronounce "military".

"Sometimes." He says again. "Sometimes you choose your own, sometimes it starts as a nickname that sticks around."

"Did you choose yours?" She asks.

"No." He replies.

Before Ginny can bombard him with any more questions, a voice calls from somewhere far off, making the girl look behind her. She calls back to whoever is summoning her and turns back to Ghost.

"My mum's home, I've got to go." She says, her tone a little flat as she seems disappointed to leave.

"Alright. I'll see you around, Ginny." Ghost bids her farewell. "Be good for your folks."

"I will! Bye-bye, Ghost." The girl gives a determined nod, waving goodbye to him before stepping down and disappeared behind the other side of the wall.

Ghost stands there for God knows how long, in his own little world until Soap walks up behind him with Gaz in tow. The sargeant claps him on the shoulder about how the mission was a bust and apparently the man didn't have all the info they needed. Thankfully, he'd have what they needed at a later date. All Ghost hears is "we'll be coming back here soon".

#maus writes #should i tag this as x reader? #simon ghost riley x reader #not romantic at all but this is very much because I very much like to see ghost interact with children #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost cod mwii #oc: Ginny #we'll be meeting her mom soon #thats where the real x reader shit starts #because of course it does

[girlwithalotoffeelings]

Anymore more A/B/ O Bakugo brain rot? I too have contacted it

Sis I have plenty, I think it's contagious.

A/B/O Bakugou Katsuki

Insecurities

Bakugou, the alpha courting you, is pissed. You've have been avoiding going to the gym with him for forever and he's sick of it. You always come up with some excuse of why you can't...

"Sorry, I've gotta help my mom with something."

"I have some paperwork I'm behind on."

"I'm really tired today."

"I think I pulled something on patrol earlier."

And today, he's finally sick of it.

"I'm going to the gym, do you wanna come?" He says from the kitchen counter as he fills his water bottle.

"I'm sorry Ki I have t-" you start, not even looking up from your laptop until you hear him slam his bottle down on the counter, making water droplets fly.

"What?! What else do you have to do that's so fucking important that you can't spend two hours with me at the gym?" His hands were braced on the counter, his jaw tensed, and his shoulders squared.

You were both silent, both of you not knowing how to break the tension. You got up off the couch and walked over to him behind the counter, releasing a calming scent into the air. You heard him take a sharp inhale through his nose and exhale it, letting his shoulders relax a bit.

You slowly ran your hands up his sides under his tank top to feel his skin, coming to wrap around his waist as you lean your head against his back.

"Do you not like spending time with me?" You hear him say in a firm tone as he stares straight ahead.

"That's not it." You whisper against him in a voice smaller than normal.

He shifts, bringing you to his front so he can look at your face.

"Then what is?" He looks down at you, resting his arms on the counter behind you, effectively caging you in.

You don't look up at him; this being the only time you were less than game to make direct eye contact with the man that has been courting you for the past 6 months.

He could tell it was something serious, his usually feisty fire cracker, now looking uncertain. He leaned down more, bringing his head over your shoulder, placing the scent gland just behind his ear, right by your nose, giving you no choice but to inhale him each time you took a breath. He raised both of his hands to rub up and down your arms, trying to soothe you.

"What is it, baby?" His voice is soft, calm, and patient. A complete 180 compared to how he is with everyone else. This side of him is reserved just for you.

"I don't like being watched..." Your voice trails off. He pulls back from you just enough to look into your eyes that are now looking up at him through your lashes. He silently urges you to go on.

"When I'm working out, I don't look... pretty. I look like a drowned mole rat most of the time. My cellulite shows, I sweat profusely, I don't look good." You weren't looking at him anymore; your head turned to the side. To your surprise, you hear a deep bellowing laugh from the man in front of you. You felt strong arms wrap around you as he continued to chuckle softly under his breath.

"Baby, I dont think anyone's supposed to look good while working out. I'm sorry for laughing but, I thought it was something a lot worse, so this is kinda a relief..." He pulls back with a small smile on his lips.

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you look away from him, suddenly finding the lamp next to the couch very interesting.

"I thought that you were drifting from me..." you hear his gruff voice whisper. The declaration making you forget your shyness instantly, eyes snapping to him.

"What? Why?" Safe to say you were a little more than very concerned, what had you done to make him think that?

"I don't know," he was looking everywhere else besides your eyes, afraid he might divulge all his biggest insecurities if he wasn't careful.

"I guess I thought you realized you didn't like me as much as you thought you did. That maybe you'd..." There it was, the big seedy underbelly of his small but bountiful list of things he was less than happy with himself about "I don't know" He shook his head with a sigh letting his gaze drop down, giving up trying to put it into words.

"Katsuki, I dont just like you. I love you." You voice was gentle and calm as you spoke. His eyes snapped up to meet yours immediately. What the hell did you just say. You just said that you loved him, and he was losing his absolute shit. That was the first 'I love you'. You had said it to him. His lips slightly parted in shock as he listened to you speak.

"Yeah you get on my nerves and sometimes I wanna strangle you. You can be rude and standoff-ish, but that's what drew me to you in the first place." You lifted you hands to lock then behind his neck.

"You liked that I was rude?" He said with an amused and almost breathless scoff that turned into more of a chuckle.

"I liked that you were unapologetic. That you don't care what anyone thinks of you. You're... real. You're tenacious and determined. You know exactly what you want, and you fight to get there. You're ambitious and honest in everything you do." Your thumb have found homes at the edges of his jaw under his ears as you rub against his stubble. "And even though you are a bit mean sometimes," He's dumbstruck, completely speechless, how have you been watching him this closely all this time. He was sure that he wasnt that serious to you as you are to him. It almost brings him to tears just hearing you talk about all the things you love about him. You lean in to place a gentle ghosting kiss on his lips, that leaves him wanting so much more. "You can be soft and sweet when you really wanna be." You pull back slightly and rest your forehead against his. "And I'll go with you to the gym if it means that much to you." You chuckle lightly and run you hands through the hair on the back of his head.

"Nah, you don't have to. I don't want to you feel uncomfortable. Even though I think you look beautiful all the time." A small smile lazily graces his features as he wraps his arms around your back pulling you closer against him.

"Maybe we can workout together at home sometime?" He says into your hair, enjoying the feeling of you against him.

"I'd like that." You say into to knook of his neck.

A couple beats of silence goes by of you two just holding each other before he speaks again.

"You just said that you love me." He says pulling away slightly to look at you.

"I did, and yes, i did mean it." You were looking up unto his eyes enjoying this close intimacy that is only for you both to know about.

He moves a hand from your back to the back of your neck and pulls you in for the most amazing kiss you've ever had. It was slow and gentle but so full of passion and love. You separate but don't pull away completely, still holding each other close. "I love you, more than you know." He whispers against your lips.

You adore this side of him, the side that only the two of you know exists, the side of your relationship that only you two understand. It's out of the public eye, no pictures taken to capture the moment. It only lived on inside your shared memories together.

Gosh, all the feels for this man. I headcannon that he would crave this sort of soft intimacy from time to time. Bro istg I need me a man like this.

In any case I am back from my unintentional 3 month hiatus. I am so ready to write again, SFW and NSFW so if you would like to request my inbox is always available. And for those who have requested while I was away I'll be going through and pumping out content from there during the next few days.

May the next good dick you receive also be attached to a good man 🙏♡

#bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo mha #alpha and omega #abo dynamics #a/b/o #alpha beta omega #a/b/o verse headcanon #bakugou angst

[gh0stswh0re]

don't mind me, i'm still being a hoe for intimacy. this is an unedited, ten min dribble!! dumb stuff that didn't make it into the final fics edition

the slow, loose thrusts of his pelvis prolonging the physical and mental torture of his orgasm - the gut-wrenching tension that's been building up in his body throughout the day finally snapping - like an elastic string, releasing the heavy burden all at once when he reaches his breaking point - panting, whimpering, broken cries leaving him as words of pure sin spill from his lips.

his hand roughly grabbing ur face - his palm big and heavy, as his fingers squish ur cheeks - "you look at me when i tell you to" he never softens his grip, not even when he sees u struggling, trying to nod. to humiliate and taunt u even further, he lightly slaps ur cheek.

running his thumb over ur bottom lip - "open up for me, little dove" - quietly gasping as his mouth falls open, his eyes turning dark with lust - "what a good fucking girl"

him being physically unable to keep his mouth shut - praising, teasing, coaxing u.

running ur hands over his chest, tracing small, tiny circles over his scars - u never say a thing, never demand an answer - he tells u on his own, entangling his fingers with urs he takes ur hand in his.

adores comparing ur small size to his - how tiny ur palm is against his, how perfectly u fit in his lap, how his arms wrap around u as he rocks u back and forth - most of the time without even realizing it - he just wants to shield u, protect u from the outside world and any pain, discomfort it might bring.

the "use me as you please", but u both fail to realize that you're just getting off of each other's pleasure.

him begging u to tell him that u are his - his and his alone. despite him knowing the fact nobody could fuck u as good as he does, that he's ruined and spoiled u for anybody else, tainted ur body and soul entirely. as if you'd ever even think of letting another man touch u.

teasing him as u edge him, ruining an orgasm after an orgasm, making him a whiny, ruined mess - "what if the other guys saw you like this?" - "not so big and scary now, are you?" all he could was shake his head, nononono as u quietly hushed him, guiding him through the overwhelming pleasure, an amused smirk dancing on ur lips.

holding one another, crying in each other's arms - kissing away the tears on his face, ur thumb caressing the freckled skin of his cheek as he nuzzles his head into the warm embrace of ur hand. ur other hand slowly stroking his hair, pulling him even closer to u.

him waking up in the middle of the night - a regular routine of his; an unpleasant factor he was forced to adapt to, becoming used to the pain of it - his bloodshot eyes wide open; painful breaths wrecking his chest, stinging his ribs; his body limp as ur arms hug around him even tighter, and u subconsciously press ur entire weight against him. he listens to the muddled and incoherent whispers of ur sleepy state. suddenly, it's not so bad anymore, not as painful and excruciating as before; his bedsheets are no longer cold, his bed empty; he's no longer forced to listen to his grunts of frustration echoing off the walls, as he chokes his sobs down. he's no longer alone.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley headcanons #ghost #ghost smut #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost headcanons #ghost mw2 #cod ghost #könig smut #cod könig #könig x you #könig x reader #konig x reader #konig x you #soap x you #soap x reader #john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x you #cod #cod mw2 #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty

[onlymingyus]

ok but tell me why a part of me thinks that mingyu has a corruption kink like I know we all assume he’s a switch/sub but imagine him knowing you don’t have much experience in well said field and that raises the dom side of him and he wants to show you the ways of we’ll everything lol

Ok so...first of all, apologies for this being in my asks for a while but, corruption kink is one of my favorite things to exist when it comes to Mingyu. Let's play around with why, shall we?

cw; mingyu x f reader, teasing, dirty talk, reader smaller than mingyu, reader wearing a skirt, fingering, pet names, the insinuation of sex and big dick!gyu

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Mingyu is a gentle giant. He loves how small you can be compared to him in every single way, including your personality. The man's personality could fill a room. But, what Mingyu loved the most was how his wink could make you melt from across the room.

His sweet innocent baby. He could see had you watched his teeth getting caught on his bottom lip as he watched you with a drink in his hand. Mingyu had been ready to leave that party the moment had stepped into the room.

Now here you were laid out on his bed, your skirt pooled around your waist, your panties hanging from Mingyu's wrist. You were a vision to behold and most importantly his to ruin. Mingyu watched you nibbling at your lips nervously as your eyes peeked between your legs to watch his fingers run along your inner thigh.

"Such a pretty baby for me. I'm gonna take such good care of you. Keep your legs spread for me, yeah? Let me see this pretty pussy?"

His words were so dirty but they sent a fire right to your core causing you to feel even wetter. Whining out an "Okay..." you swallow hard and drop one leg to the side making Mingyu smirk at you as he trails his fingers over your folds, ghosting them over your warmth.

"There you go. So polite. Are you my good girl?"

Mingyu watches you nod causing him to grin, that big, wide smile that makes you feel like jelly just as you feel his index finger pressing into your tight entrance.

"Oh...oh God. Yeah...yeah I can be. I wanna be for you, Mingyu."

You were saying and doing all the right things to make Mingyu feel like he was going to go insane. You didn't realize how hot you were. You had no idea how much he wanted to bury his face into your wet little pussy and lose every bit of his sanity.

"Fuck, of course, you do. You already are, baby. So damn tight. Gotta open you up for my cock, huh? Don't wanna split my cute little angel apart do I?"

Your cheeks burn, your hips lifting to roll down over Mingyu's fingers as he slips a second finger next to the first. A soft high-pitched moan escapes from your lips along with a breathy, "I--no, I please?"

Mingyu groans leaning down to press a kiss to your plush lips, rolling his hard-clothed cock against your thigh as his fingers scissor into your soft walls.

"Please what?"

Whimpering against Mingyu's lips, you only speak when his kisses move to your neck, your eyes closing to the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm building quickly.

"Please, Gyu. Fuck me."

Mingyu smirks against your neck, his teeth grazing your perfectly unmarked skin before he changes that fact leaving a deep red spot and causing you to whine his name.

"Don't you worry your sweet little head. I'll fuck you so good you won't need anyone else."

#mars.answers #anon #seventeen smut #mingyu smut #svthub #mingyu thots #mingyu x reader

[aalyssah]

Innocent

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Aftercare, Blowjob, Choking, Degradation Face Fucking, Fingering, First Time, Handjob, Humiliation, Oral (F&M Receiving), Praise, Safeword (Not used), Slapping, and maybe more. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 3,854

Summary: You catch Bucky doing "things" in his room and he shows you how to do it to yourself. (Bucky takes your virginity.)

A/N: Hope You Enjoy!

Bucky's door was halfway cracked as he did his 'activities'. Ever since you moved in months ago he's been holding back everything in his body from fucking the day out of you.

You're so small compared to him, innocent, naive, everything that he wants but you never realized it. You thought it was just his way of being friendly so when you went to visit him you heard heavy breathing, moaning, and someone calling your name.

You were confused. "Bucky, are you home?" You said knocking on the door with a tray of muffins in your hand. You've baked them as a thank you for him helping you cook dinner. "Buck?" You pushed the door open to reveal it was unlocked.

The lights were on in the living room and kitchen, the plates were still on the table it was like everything was the same after you left. "Bucky, are you here?" You tried calling a little louder than your normal quiet voice but still got no response. You turned around near the hallway and saw his bedroom door cracked with light coming from the crack.

'There he is!' You thought, making your way down the hall. As you got closer and closer to his door you heard heavy breathing and the sound of your name. You peeked through the door and saw Bucky with nothing on.

He had his phone in one hand while the other was going up and down on his private part. You didn't know what or why he was doing it but he was so lost in it that was probably why he didn't hear you. "Fuck Y/n." He moaned, speeding up faster. His eyes shot open and instantly locked onto you.

"Fuck Y/n!" He yelled, scrambling to cover himself with the blanket. "W-what are you doing here?" He nervously said trying to turn off the audio of the skin clapping and women screaming her lungs out. "I made muffins!" You said happily before retreating to the kitchen.

You grabbed the tray and brought it to him. "Blueberry! Your favorite!" You shoved a muffin in your mouth, but slightly choked from it being so big. "Slow down doll." Bucky warned you. You finished chewing and asked him, “Bucky what were you just doing before you saw me."

You saw the way his cheeks lit up red. "You don't know?" He asked, confused. You looked down at the blanket and could see the bulge from his cock. "No. Should I?" You looked at him hoping he would explain. "I-uh kind of." He knew you were innocent and a 'goody two shoes' but not knowing what masterbation is was shocking to him.

"You know what masterbating is?" The confused look on your face answered him. "It's when you sexually pleasure yourself. Have you ever done that before?" You shook your head 'no' and he felt all the blood come to his angry cock underneath the blanket that was just edged.

The fact you've never touched yourself made him want to pounce on you and take you right then and there.

"I don't know how to! Please teach me Bucky!" You pleaded, wanting to know what it's like. "D-doll I don't th-" You we're desperate to know what it feels like so you begged. "No Bucky it's okay, please show me I promise I'll listen, I'll be a good girl!" You pleaded. God you were gonna kill this man without knowing it.

He let out a groan. "Doll you don't know what you're doing to me!" He rubbed his hands over his face before looking at you. "Please." The look in your eyes was too cute to say no too.

"Doll I wanna tell you right now, once I taste you, you're mine. Another warning is I don't make love, I fuck. Are you ok with this?" He told you honestly all his thoughts and waited for your response. You were a virgin and you've been saving it for the right person.

You know Bucky. He isn't one that will cheat on you or will get you pregnant and leave you, that man loves you according to family members and friends and you trust him with your life, so giving him your virginity is something you would do a million times.

"Yes. I'm sure Bucky." You looked in his eyes and saw how they turned dark. He pounced on you, pinning you down to the bed. "You've ever let anyone fuck this hole?" He asked to rub you through your shorts. "N-no." He froze.

You just said nobody has touched you, or fucked you. You were a virgin and he was gonna take your virginity. He had to find a way to be gentle, but rough so he thought of some ideas before starting. He kissed you deeply, making you moan in embarrassment.

He picked you up so you were standing in front of him while he sat in the bed. "Take your clothes off. Nice and slow." The fact of being naked in front of Bucky made you nervous but you trusted him so you slowly took off your skirt, dropping it down to the floor. You were about to take off your panties. "No. Leave those alone." Bucky said.

You went for your shirt but struggled because you couldn't get it over your head. "B-Bucky can you h help me?" You were embarrassed because you couldn't even get a shirt over your head. "Aww you need your Daddy's help?" You were confused when he referred to himself as 'Daddy' but didn't question it. He grabbed the neck of the shirt and gently pulled it over your head.

He did the honors of unclipping your bra from the back, all while looking at you. You saw when his eyes dropped to your nipples. They were hard and perky. His hand reached to touch them causing you to moan. "God, your breasts are so beautiful, Doll. Can't wait to fuck 'em." He mumbled making you wonder why he would fuck your breast, but you hoped he would enjoy it.

He pushed you in your back and crouched down. His eyes were locked in the damp spot of our panties. "What's that Doll?" He asked to trace the patch with his finger, causing you to shudder. "I-I don't k-know." You truly didn't know why there was something wet in your panties.

"You know what that means?" You shook your head. "Your aroused." You heard of the word once when your brother and his girlfriend were in his room but left because you didn't want to eavesdrop on their conversation. Bucky's hand came to the waistband of your panties and before pulling them down he looked at you.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" You 're getting impatient kind of because he kept asking this. You didn't know why he was asking you more than 3 times. "Yes! Please hurry up!" You wanted to know how it feels. "Hey! Don't rush me. You don't make the demands around here little girl." He sternly said, slapping your inner thigh.

You let out a little yelp and obeyed. He didn't beat around the bush he just pulled them down your legs slowly. His eyes locked on to your glistening lips. His fingers ran through your folds admiring the little noises coming from you.

He stopped for a second to admire you, making you self conscious. "What is wrong?" Your tone came out nervous but Bucky was mesmerized. "N-no doll-e-everything's fine."

He licked a strip from your slit to your clit making you moan and squirm "Oh! T-that feels n-nice." It was like Bucky was eating something for the first time. He harshly tugged you down by your thighs so your pussy was at eye level and stuck his tongue in your hole.

You moaned out and covered your mouth in embarrassment. "No doll, move your hand. I wanna hear you." He said moving your hand away. He sucked on your clit and rubbed his fingers up and down your core.

He tried pushing a finger in you but you jerked back "Hey it's ok. I need to get you nice and stretch out for me." He convinced you and you spread your legs out. "Good girl." Everytime he praised you, you could feel something dripping down there.

"Awe, someone likes my praises." He teased pushing his finger in. "B-bucky It h-hurts." You tried to move his hand away but he refused. "Shh it's ok doll it won't hurt anymore if you let me do what I'm doing." He pushed deeper.

"God you're so tight around my finger." He said adding a second one. It hurts but feels good at the same time. You let out shaky moans. Bucky grabbed the lubricant off his nightstand and rubbed it inside and outside of your lips.

"W-what that?" It startled you since it was cold. "It's called lubricant, it helps reduce the pain and makes it easier for me to fuck you." You blushed when he said the last part. He pushed his fingers past your hole, sliding in easily.

He used his other hands to rub small circles on your clit. "B-Bucky." You whined. "How does it feel?" He asked speeding up a little. "G-good." You felt a weird feeling up in your stomach. "B-Bucky s-stop, t-there’s s-something-" You tried warning him. "Go ahead doll. Push." You didn't know what he meant so you pushed and felt something you never felt before.

Your back arched off the bed making Bucky hold your hips down, You saw all white, and a loud moan erupted from your throat. "B-Bucky!" You squealed trying to get away. He didn't stop. He kept rubbing your clit and even going down to suck on it.

"S-stop! B-Bucky stop!" He 'Hummed' looking up at you attempting to push him away. His lip parted away from you cunt. "You taste so sweet darling." You looked up dazed as you could see some of your cum on mixed in his beard. Bucky carefully put you on your knees, and made you face to face with his cock.

"If you need air, tap my thigh doll." He warned. "What do you me-" Before you could finish your sentence, Bucky shoved his cock in your mouth, making you choke. "God this is better than I imagined!" He moaned out pushing you further.

So he's been thinking about this but, the only thing you could think about was how his cock was down your throat till the point you couldn't breath. You tap on his thigh fast and hard till you hear smacking and even tried pushing his hips off but nothing worked. He finally pulled away with a groan.

"God that was good!" He said out of breath. "Bucky l I thought you said you'll be g-gentle." You said on your butt looking up at him. "But I also did tell you that I fuck doll. You need to be a good girl and listen." You felt your cheeks burn from his praises.

"Do you want to try it again or is it too much?" He looked at you with concern while asking you. "Y-yeah j-just calm down." You said getting back on your knees. "Calm down? Doll it's hard to calm down when your mouth feels like heaven, now come on!" He didn't waste any time before pulling you by your hair to take his cock in your mouth.

You slowly swallowed him whole and leaned further into him as he pushed you. You felt Bucky grab your hand and place it in his cock. He guided it up and down while your spit dripped on the carpet and over your hand. You were blushing furiously because of the noises he was making above you.

"God, you're so good at this doll." He praised you.

You've never done any sexual things before but as long as you made Bucky happy, you were happy. You were proud of yourself when he would praise you. It was like he didn't know what he was saying because you could hear him mumbling under his breath.

You started gagging hard as your head moved up and down and you felt like you were gonna throw up but it didn't stop you. You wanted to make him proud so you didn't tap his thigh yet. "Ugh! Doll imma bout to cum!"

You didn't know what he meant by sounding so broken. His voice was dying out and he kind of sounded like he did when you caught him 'masterbating?'

Suddenly his speed picked up as he spread his legs further, and he placed both of his hands on each side of your face and thrusted in your mouth hard. The tip of his cock hit your uvula rapidly and you kept choking. The sudden switch made you surprised because you weren't ready. His groans and moans grew louder almost like a bear.

Your vision was turning blurry and you could barely hear anything. "I'm cumming Doll!" With one last hard thrust he pushed your face so far until it hit his pubic hair and came. You felt some liquid shoot down your throat. There was so much, you couldn't even swallow it all.

He groaned a little when he let go leaving you to fall against the bed. You were breathing heavily, struggling to swallow the mysterious liquid while looking up at him. Scary thoughts took over Bucky as he saw you state. Mouth open, Heavy breathing, His cum in your shirt and thigh, and You're teary eyes looking at him.

He's always wished to have you looking at him like that. "Make sure you swallow it all. Can't waste anything." He said cupping your cheek. Your cheeks were stuffed and you took your time swallowing it, even coughing at one point. "B-bucky...W-what was that?" You asked him. It tasted good to you.

"That's my cum Doll." He told you even though he knew you didn't understand. "Cum?" He loved how innocent you were and he was waiting for the near future to corrupt your mind and make you his little cock slut. "You did so good, Doll, but now it's time to get to the good stuff."

He smiled and looked down at you while picking you up from under your armpits and out you in the bed. He placed you on your back and came between your legs. "One last chance Y/n. We could stop and go watch movies or we can do this right now." You thought for a moment.

Every man that you've been on a date with would constantly stare at you breast or try to touch your ass (which Bucky was there to protect you) and that made you realize. Bucky didn't like you for your boys. He liked you because of your personality. You trusted this man with your life so you can trust him with your virginity.

"Yes I'm 1000% sure." You said smiling. Bucky smiled back at you seeing the trust you had in him. He took hold of his cock and smacked it on your push a few times causing *smacking* noises to be heard around the room. He circled your whole and pushed in slowly, letting you feel everything.

"B-Buck-1-" He didn't even enter you all the way and you couldn't form a sentence. It hurt so bad. You look down to only dee he didn't even make it past the tip. "Fuck, your tight. D-do you want to stop?" His eyes looked in your eyes as he held concern.

"N-no j-just give me time." He respected your wishes and stayed still. Even though it took him everything to not pound into you when he would feel you clench around him, trying to take deep breaths he still was patient. "I think I'm ready." The moment Bucky heard that he pushed another inch.

"God doll, I'm not even all the way in and I feel you!" Bucky said with a little discomfort on his face. He's never felt something so tight before. In his past he's never been with a virgin so that is probably why. He finally pushed in all the way, releasing a loud groan while you yelped in pain.

"B-Bucky l-it hur-rts." You told him breathing in and out. "Hey it's ok. You did it. I'm all the way in." He smiled and pushed your hair back. "I'm going to move. Ok?" You nodded your head. "Words doll." "Yes." He gently held your hand as he thrusted into.

His hips agonizingly moved at a pace that was too slow for him. He wanted nothing more than to pound you till you lose your voice. "Doll I'm going to speed up." You barely adjusted to this pace. How were you gonna be ready for a faster pace?

His hips snapped to your thigh causing one smack. You jolted forward and let out a scream. "Bucky!" You moaned out, hands squeezing his hard. The sound of hearing you moan HIS NAME turned him on so much. He wanted to hear it again.

His hips connected to your thighs repeatedly as you got louder and clenched around him. "God doll your pussy is sucking my cock in. I knew you were a cock whore." You didn't know what any of that stuff meant but you thought it was hot by the way his voice sounded.

He lifted your legs up to his shoulders to reach deeper causing you to scream. "T-to d-deep B-" You couldn't even finish your sentence before he pounded back into you. Your mouth was open as nothing came out but drool. "Aw look at you, drooling alll over yourself."

His finger traced the drool from your neck back to your mouth. You were so tight around him he didn't know how to handle you. He hit a spot that made you scream. "B-BUC-CKY!" He smiled the moment he heard.

He grabbed you by the throat causing you to shut up and let out little whimpers. "Was that your spot?" He smiled looking focused on finding that spot. He hit around aimlessly trying to find it and laughed when he found it causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

"Right There?" He squeezed on your throat harder. Your hand instantly wrapped around his wrist trying to loosen his hold on you. "You look like such a slut right now. How would you like it if I show your dad?" Since Bucky's family is close with yours, he could show your dad anything. "N-n-n" You literally had no words.

You mumbled and babbled everything you tried saying. You felt the same feeling you did before and remembered what Bucky said. 'Push.' You pushed and saw white. You could feel your body shaking and hear far laughter from Bucky. As you came down from your high you felt a harsh slap on your cheek. (Face)

"Don't you ever cum before me. You hear me?!" He sounded mad and his hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him in the eyes. "Y-yes I'm s-sorry." You felt bad. You thought you were doing good but that threw your mood down.

You thought you were done but then got lifted in the air. He placed you on your needs and hands. "You look so good right now." You heard Bucky praise from behind you. You wondered what he was about to do until you felt the tip of his cock nudge at your entrance again.

He pushed in with both of hands spreading out his cheeks. He watched your pussy swallow him whole. "Fuck." He muttered pulling out before pushing in. He kept repeating. He was fascinated by the way your virgin cunt reacted to his cock.

"Safeword?" You had no clue what a Safeword was but judging by 'Word' brought in it you said a random word. "Steak?" He let all his body weight drop on you. His arm hooked around your neck, pulling you up to meet him.

"Tell me when you need to cum." Using his feet, he lifted his body up and dropped back down pushing deeper and left a smack echo around the room. As his thrusts got harder, the clapping got louder. "F feel g-gooood." You stretched out. You could now understand why Bucky liked this so much.

"You gonna cum? Huh?" He asked me to go faster. "I-I" He knew what you wanted to say but wanted to hear you say it. "What's that?" Bucky was so close to cumming and if you didn't say it he would cum in you and leave you edged. "I-I c-cum." Since he was at a different angle he hit your sweet spot many times.

"Go ahead doll. Cum." Hr didn't have to tell you twice.

You squeezed so hard you felt like you were in labor. Eyes closed, moans and screams leaving your mouth as you came. Your body became limp and drool got all over the bedsheets. Bucky was looking for his release, so he wasted no time. You cried and whimpered at the overstimulation. "I'm gonna cum in you doll." He grunted.

With one last hard thrust he froze. Liquid spilled inside you and his body went flat. You were getting crushed by him but you didn't care. This was the best day of your life. "Doll I promise you...This isn't the last time we will do that." He said, taking deep pauses in between. He rose high before cunning down for the final time, making sure he emptied all his cum.

He got to the end of the bed and watched as the mixture of his and your cum dropped out of your pussy. His finger swiped through which made you jump and brought it to his mouth. He could taste you because you were so sweet. "I knew you were a cum slut."

All of the filthy words that came out his mouth didn't offend you, in fact it turned you on.

You heard the door open and silence filled the room. You also heard water running from the bathroom and him walking back to you. He bent down and started cleaning you up and praising you. "You did so good for me."

Since it was your first time he didn't want to move too fast and sleep with you so he grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt and put them on you. He got Tylenol and Ice Water and sat it on the nightstand. "Good night doll." He kissed your head before leaving the room.

He took a shower before changing and sleeping on the couch. He was glad you trusted him and he could be your first.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky fluff #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes and reader #sebastian stan #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel smut

[sh0tanzz]

hii can u do sohee as bf?

SOHEE AS YOUR BF based on astrology ~

reminder: this is for fun and astrology is smth I study for a hobby, these are all inferences based off of observations and not exact fact unless I knew him myself !!

Scorpio Sun: The stereotype that scorpios suns are secretive is so played out they're just technically shy imo im sorry LMFAOOO. Once a scorpio fully trusts you or has something they genuinely want to tell you they just keep GOING. And the same probably applies to him especially since his Mercury is in Sag. In the beginning he might seem hard to crack or not one to spare many details but once he's sure of you and you two are officially together and solidified oh he's a plain open book. Ofc he's not gonna pour every aspect of his heart out but being secretive really won't be an issue. He has an aspect of sun and uranus so he won't really act in ways that aren't true to him, his freedom, or expression so he'd practice authenticity even within the relationship so you better be in it for the real him !!

Libra Moon: Similar to Wonbin he'd be pretty considerate and would weigh pros and cons before doing anything to ensure fairness. His chart makes up of placements centered around truth, fairness and morals so ngl being equal+in balance is something he'd want for the relationship. Sometimes there's a tendency for Libra moons to end up complacent or non argumentative to keep the peace but I think it wouldn't be as severe considering his sag placements. Rather than being complacent he'd be pretty passive, he'd be willing to engage in trivial debates and significant convos but wouldn't break his neck to prove his point or show that he's right unless it was absolutely necessary. His moon is sextile his venus so emotional balance is crucial so he'd avoid constant disturbances in the relationship so you two remain in harmony; downside he might become TOO passive and too invested in harmony to where needed conflicts are dismissed or he doesn't express himself fully.

Sagittarius Mercury: So...blunt LMFAOO. Honestly Sohee probably says crazy stuff or is more sassy behind closed doors he has sm mercury aspects even some with pluto and mars. He might be conflicted sometimes, has moments of being super blunt and even saying stuff without thinking and then his libra moon brings him back into peaceful mode and he's like "uuuhm my bad". Probably likes fake arguing or small debates. Makes fun of you most definitely but compared to Eunseok it'd be easy for him to apologize if he realized it was too far or hurt you. Instead of yelling he might talk pretty fast and "word vomit" whenever he's dealing with big emotions or anger (especially with his mercury square mars) and due to this he might go quiet during arguments (if they ever even happen) because he knows when dealing with his outbursts he could say the wrong thing or be hurtful when not meaning to. Likes to be playful and even a bit nonserious and childish in convos and tries to make things lighthearted.

Sagittarius Venus: Sigh omg a bestfriend and boyfriend in one quite LITERALLY. Sag Venus has a hard time settling down because they value their freedom and life path so much and they don't really get into -serious- relationships unless they're genuinely enamored with you and can see you fitting into their expanding life. So once he's with you and realizes he's actually in love with you and it's beyond just flirting and pining he's essentially all in. Freedom will be evident in the relationship and there may not be a super specific power dynamic laid out outside of the cheesy "look at how my gf takes care of me.”. He wouldn't abandon his career for the relationship but wouldn't completely abandon the relationship as a whole either but just know there'd be an attempt to split both. He'd be loving and wouldn't be too restricting, flirts via jokes quite literally he would end up being the funniest man you know especially with that sag mercury on top. He values optimism and change and would implement that into the relationship as well.

Pisces Mars: His Sag Venus paired with his mars could show that he'd be ok with someone being the initiator or taking the lead but would still be ok with wanting your attention and doing things to get it (not in a toxic way ofc) . Like he'd want to impress you with unconventionally/casual romantic things or "best friend dates" that soon lead to more. Aw man he's probably a friends to lovers trope type of man like anton :((. Tbh him having a Sag Venus + Pisces Mars such a chill relationship like I said earlier it'd be just like dating your friend.

#kpop astrology #riize #riize fluff #riize imagines #riize reactions #riize smut #riize x reader #sungchan #eunseok #riize anton #riize sohee #riizenet #riize scenarios #riize astrology #riize masterlist #lee sohee #sohee x reader #briize #riize sungchan #riize shotaro #riize wonbin #riize seunghan #riize soft hours #riize soft thoughts #riize hard hours #riize hard thoughts #wonbin x reader #seunghan x reader #nct #love 119

[cowgurrrl]

Sam

Author’s note: Inspired by @pomegranatevampire’s amazing drawing of Ellie and a puppy and written with permission from the original artist 🩷 dedicated to my childhood dogs who passed away a year ago next month whose love and dedication taught me more about life than anything else (PS please listen to Sam by Strugill Simpson I LOVE IT)

Summary: "he heard them as they walked past say 'too big, too old, too damaged'. so still he waited, patiently, for someone to accept the things he could not change. for someone to stop and say 'i choose you.'" - zeppelin moon aka Joel and Ellie adopt a dog [1.2k]

Warnings: talk of nightmares, PTSD, brief mention of addiction recovery, puppy fluff :-)

"No. Absolutely not." Joel says within a millisecond of seeing Ellie with the mutt at the back door. It's not a particularly big dog. He's small enough for Ellie to hold him but big enough that she has to use both arms and balance him on a hip to keep him steady. Even then, it wouldn't matter how big or small it is because he's perfectly content in the girl's arms. 

"I didn't even say anything!" She whines, and Joel shakes his head.

"Don't matter. The answer's still no."

"Look at his little face! You can't say no to that face!" Ellie says, grabbing the dog's nose and turning his face toward Joel in a show of big, sad eyes from both of them. The dog, which Joel now realizes is more a puppy than anything else, is surprisingly calm when Ellie grabs him. No growling or biting. He didn't even flinch. It's impressive that such a feral thing wouldn't react negatively to her.  

There isn't an abundance of dogs in Jackson. Most of them are used for work, joining on patrols, and whatnot, but every so often, some dogs fail out of the training. Sometimes, they're adopted by families in Jackson, and other times, they're left to their own devices to roam the town. Everyone does their part to take care of them by giving them food and belly rubs when they want them, but for the most part, they keep to themselves. This heap of brown, black, grey, and white fur, however, is practically melting at any form of attention he can get. Even Joel's hardened glare. 

"Please, Joel, let me stay," Ellie says in a goofy voice, moving the dog's head like he's the one who's talking, and Joel rolls his eyes. Goddammit. If he loved this girl less, he would be able to stand his ground and force the canine back out to the porch. But he can't, and he doesn't.

"One night. He can stay for one night, but then he's gotta go back out." He relents, and Ellie looks like she could explode with glee. She puts the dog down and opens the back door, letting the puppy rush over to Joel in a tidal wave of excited squeals and slobber. If he thought Ellie was excited, it was nothing compared to the animal half in his lap and licking his face. 

"Laika! Get off Joel, you psycho!" Ellie shouts before physically picking up the dog and putting him back on the floor. 

"You already named him?" Joel asks, and Ellie smiles sheepishly. "What kinda name is Laika anyway?"

"Laika was the first animal in space. She was a mutt they found on the streets of Russia and thought she'd be a good fit." 

"Why?"

"They thought because she was a stray, she could withstand space conditions. I don't know how true it was, though, 'cause they never brought her back." 

"So, you named him after a dead Russian dog stuck in space forever?"

"No, I named him after one of the greatest heroes to ever live. Get it together, old man." Ellie says matter-of-factly before snapping her fingers and running up the stairs with Laika on her heels. 

That night, Ellie feeds, walks, and makes a makeshift bed for Laika on her floor out of blankets and a pillow from the downstairs couch. Laika is quiet as he adjusts to going from living outside full time to being waited on hand and foot by Ellie, but he greets her with tail wags and affectionate licks when she gets close enough. When Joel peeks his head into her room after she's fallen asleep, he sees that Laika has forgone the homemade bed and has instead crawled into bed with Ellie. He's sitting at the edge of it, staring at the door, when Joel comes in, and he swore he heard the dog growling before he realized it was Joel. Not that he wants the dog to be violent or reactive, but it's good to know that he's protective over his little girl. Laika: Once an explorer of space (and Jackson), now a protector of Ellie. 

Of course, Laika ends up staying for longer than just one night. Joel and Ellie take him to the vet in town to make sure he's healthy and has everything he needs. After a few shots, Laika is given a perfect bill of health and sent on his way. They go to the store together and buy a food bowl, a bed, and a rope that Joel ties to make a tug-of-war toy for him. He may not have wanted the dog at first, but he still deserves some toys, right?

It isn't until winter that Joel realizes just how important Laika is to Ellie. Winter is hard for both of them. Memories of that first winter spent together haunt their days and nights and make it hard to breathe, let alone sleep. One night, Ellie wakes up crying so loud that Joel hears from down the hallway, and he quickly rushes to her aid. However, when he gets there, he sees Laika tucked under Ellie's chin, putting a comforting weight in her lap and distracting her from the panic seizing her by the shoulders. Joel tip toes in, not wanting to disturb the peace, and Ellie catches sight of him.

"You alright, kiddo?" He asks, and she nods.

"Laika helped." She says simply. He smiles and sits with them until she's soothed enough to go back to sleep. Even in sleep, Laika stays nearby, snuggling into her chest and sighing contentedly every once in a while. That image of them cuddling in bed seals the deal for Joel. He'll give Laika the best life possible if it means he makes Ellie happy. 

Joel gradually warms up to the dog as he grows into his too-big paws and personality. He feeds him scraps of food from the dinner table and finds quality sticks from the yard to throw him during their sunset backyard time together as a family. On late-night patrols, Laika is the first one to greet him with excited sniffs and licks. Laika is also shockingly good at reading Joel's emotions too. When the weight of grief gets too much, or he feels himself teetering between sobriety and relapse, Laika will nudge his leg with his nose and distract him from distressing thoughts. Joel learns to enjoy Laika's company and vice versa. 

If Joel is downstairs playing guitar or woodworking while Ellie's asleep, Laika will walk down there and sit at his feet just so he has some company. Joel often rewards him with ear scratches and a kind word or two. "You're a good dog, ain't ya?" He'll ask, and Laika will perk up as if to say, "Who? Me?" "I know Ellie tells ya that all the time, but I thought you oughta know I think you're pretty cool, too." Laika's tail always thumps against the floor when Joel talks to him like that, and Joel always gets a weird sense of pride in his chest, knowing he made the dog happy. "Yeah. You're a good boy." Then, after a quick kiss to the head and a belly rub, he'll nudge Laika with his foot. "Now go on and get your girl." With that, Laika walks back up the stairs and takes his sentinel position at the foot of Ellie's bed. 

And only once he knows that both of his humans are happy and safe will Laika lay down his soft head and dream secret dreams of smiling faces and sticks thrown through a green field. 

#the last of us series #the last of us fic #the last of us fluff #joel miller fluff #joel miller and ellie williams #ellie and joel #joel tlou #ellie tlou #joel the last of us #ellie the last of us #the last of us

[ginnsbaker]

shattered (drabble)

Summary: Yelena learns about you moving on for good through a phone call.

Word count: 1.3K | A/N: Set in the ILGOSS universe, this one was suggested by @canvascoloredin; not sure if this counts as drabble, but there's really no other context here than Yelena finding out you're getting married to Wanda.

A direct sequel also to Rivers and Roads Til I Reach You

Masterlist

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She finds out about it right in the middle of a casual hookup.

Yelena’s small apartment located in a rural section of Leeds is quiet, lit only by the yellow light of the street lamp outside her window. She'd brought him home from the bar—dark hair, sharp jaw, and a wit that kept up with hers. Names hadn't mattered; their chemistry spoke for itself. But as they are tangled on the couch, fervently exploring one another, her cell phone begins to ring persistently from the coffee table.

At first, she tries to ignore it, her lips not leaving his for more than a breath. But when it starts ringing for the third time in a row, she groans in frustration, pulling away.

“Sorry,” she pants, “Just... give me a second.”

Expecting perhaps a miscall, the name flashing on the screen siphons the breath from her lungs. Natasha. Immediate and family, requiring her attention even amidst the haze of…whatever it is she’s been doing with these strangers for the past few years. Apologies form a tight lump in her throat as she delicately extricates herself from the man’s grasp, scooping up the phone with a trembling hand. 

“Nat?”

Whatever she's expecting, it isn't a ghost from six years past being thrust back into her present. An abyss opens up beneath her, swallowing the words she might have formed in reply. The man, mere feet away, dissolves into nothing—because he’s nothing. Compared to you, he means nothing. None of them ever mattered to her as much as you did—still do. Even if her connection to you has been silent, a chapter she’d folded neatly away into a corner of her mind, trying to erase the memory of tears staining long-distance calls to New York.

“Yelena are you there?”

It takes two more seconds for Yelena to collect herself. “Y-Yes…”

“I said Y/N’s getting married,” Natasha says.

The numbness that enveloped her shatters suddenly by a biting sensation at her earlobe. The man, perhaps thinking the call isn’t of importance, tries to recapture her attention by nibbling at her. In an unexpected, almost involuntary reaction, Yelena pushes violently against his chest. The force sends him stumbling off the bed, surprise coloring his widened eyes.

“Hey! What the hell?” He exclaims, humiliation etching across his face. For a second, Yelena's gaze flits to him, seeing but not really registering his indignation. The burning gravity of the revelation about you consumes all her thoughts.

His anger brews as he hastily gathers his belongings. He shoots her one last incensed look before storming out of her apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Yelena just stands there, phone still pressed to her ear.

There’s silence on the other end of the line before Natasha's voice filters through, softer now, even though she has no idea of the impact of what she’s just revealed. “Lena, are you okay?”

But how can she be?

“When?”

“When what?” Natasha responds, genuinely puzzled by the abrupt question.

It’s then that Yelena realizes how deep into her own world she's drifted. She clears her throat, the words forming barely above a whisper, “When are Y/N and her fiancé getting married?”

There's a pause, and Yelena can almost picture Natasha's brow furrowed in mild confusion. “Lena,” Natasha finally begins gently, “I was asking when you’re coming home. You should be here for the big moments, don't you think?”

Home. A term that has morphed and twisted in meaning for Yelena over the years, especially since you became part of her past. And even in its twisted meaning, she still envisions home as being exclusively you and her sister.

Yelena swallows hard. “I don’t know, Natasha. I haven’t thought about home in a long time.”

“But you should think about it. You've missed so much, and we've missed you,” Natasha persists, her voice threading through the line with an edge of vulnerability that's rare for her.

“Nat, I—”

“And don’t you think it’s time to tell me?” Natasha asks, exasperatedly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Natasha snorts, the sound failing to get a rise out of Yelena, who continues to stay quiet.

“Come on, Yelena,” Natasha presses. “You think I wouldn’t notice? Ever since you left for the UK, every time Y/N comes up in conversation, you shut down. Why do you do that? Why won't you talk about what happened?”

Yelena grips the phone tighter, feeling as if she's been cornered. She hasn’t ever really talked about it, not with anyone. Because doing so would mean facing the fact that she chose to leave you behind. And now you’re planning to live the rest of your life with someone else.

“I just...” Yelena starts, her voice trembling. “It's in the past, Natasha. What’s the point in bringing it up now?”

“Because,” Natasha says. “It’s clear it still affects you. And maybe if you talked about it, let it out, you'd feel better. Holding onto it hasn’t done you any favors.”

Yelena sighs. “Fine. But you have to promise me you won’t say a thing to Y/N.”

When all has been said, her story ends just as it did when it actually happened: with tear tracks on her cheeks, trouble breathing, her hands shaking, and her eyes swollen and red.

Natasha doesn't say anything the entire time she's pouring her heart out, with only her steady breathing confirming her presence on the other line.

“I’m sorry,” Yelena whispers, her voice choked up, “I didn’t mean to unload all of this on you.”

“I love you,” Natasha says softly, filling the silence. “And I want you to come home, to be with us. But now that I’ve heard everything… I understand if you can’t. I understand if it's too much.”

“Does it get better?”

“I… I don’t know. Maybe. It has to.”

The call ends abruptly, with neither of them saying another word. The phone slips from her hand, landing with a muffled thud on the carpet below. Her gaze lifts, scanning the surroundings of her apartment—her sanctuary. A place she had built from the ground up when everything else in her life seemed to be crumbling. The well-kept shelves, the carefully selected art pieces, the sofa that had cradled her through many solitary evenings.

And yet, despite the comfort her sanctuary has provided, it has never been able to shield her entirely from the bouts of loneliness that creep in, often in the stillness of the night. Now, as she stands in the center of it, Yelena realizes that those earlier moments of isolation were mere ripples compared to the tsunami engulfing her now.

She wraps her arms around herself, wandering to the window, and peering into the night. After this, she doesn’t know if she’ll ever find the strength in her to come home. She’s deluded herself into believing that when she comes back, you’d still be there waiting for her. Those dreams of returning to a world where you'd be waiting for her, where everything would magically revert to the way it was, now seem like fantasies. Perhaps they always were. She had crafted them as a lifeline, a comforting illusion to help her cope with the loneliness and the consequences of the decisions she’s made.

But tonight, reality has shattered that illusion. She’s been strong for so long, building barriers and facades, and in this moment, the façade wavers. Had she known that the last ‘I love you’ spoken between you would truly be the last, would she have said more? Fought harder? Stayed?

She’s left with the bitter acknowledgment that sometimes love stories, no matter how epic, don’t always have the resolution we crave. Sometimes they simply end, fading away in the unsaid and undone.

She lingers by the window a while longer, lost in her heartache, before finally turning away. 

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x you #yelena belova #yelena belova fanfiction #marvel #marvel wlw #my fics #my writing #IFISS #ILGOSS #natasha romanoff #angst #yelena x reader #yelena x female reader #ilgoss oneshot #ilgoss drabble

[joesheistyy]

scruff

You normally loved a man with a beard, but with Joe, it was probably the worst thing that could adorn his face.

"Joe, don't you think you should shave your beard before the game on Sunday?" you asked in hopes that he would oblige.

"Nah, I think it's cool," he stated, continuing the work he did on his computer.

You rolled your eyes. Your goal before the end of the week was to get him to shave that monstrosity off.

You and Joe continued throughout your no-football day activities. As you both were getting ready for bed, you pushed Joe's charged razor toward him. "But babe, I like it," he whined as he scooted the razor back to its original spot.

"Joe you have GOT to get rid of that thing. It's giving pre-pubescent boy," you laughed. He looked slightly offended.

"Y/n, I'm not getting rid of it," he said with a more stern tone.

"Joe, I didn't mean to upset you," you stated, setting your toothbrush down.

"I know, but I'm just trying to look more grown," he said, embarrassment showing in his eyes.

He left for the bed, you soon followed after. The bedside lamp illuminated his skin, or at least what skin wasn't covered by hair.

"Baby, why are you trying to look more grown?" you asked, grabbing his arm and turning to face him.

"Cause everyone else looks so grown and big and tough and I've got a baby face," he replied, still with a little sadness in his eyes.

"Who do you mean by everyone else?" you questioned, scooting closer to lay a kiss on his forehead.

"Everyone in the NFL. I look like a child compared to them," he pouted, looking down to meet your eyes.

"Joe, I don't think you realize how many people swoon over you on the daily. You don't have to look grown to be powerful. Hell, look at all your stats. You did all that without this beard look you're trying out," you said to him, seeing a small proud smile spread across his lips."

"AND, you look older than Ja'marr by a few years. I mean, he still looks like a baby. Look at how goofy he looks with facial hair," that earned a chuckle out of Joe. "Babe, it's your face and I don't want to force or gaslight you into shaving it, but I say you're more powerful without it," you said, giving his temple a small kiss.

"You know, you're right babe. It's not quite a full swing football season look. Maybe I'll give it a shot over the summer," he said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"You are so handsome and oh so manly no matter what you're wearing on your face or body. I love you Joseph. I seriously can't get enough of you," you snuggled into his chest.

"I love you too babe, thanks for telling me the truth about my pre-pubescent beard. I can always rely on you to tell me how it is. I love you, y/n. The beard will go first thing in the morning," Joe says, pulling you in to a tight hug, making sure to trap you under his chin and tickle your face with his beard.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fic #joe burrow oneshot #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe shiesty #bengals quarterback #bengals #cincinatti bengals #nfl #nfl imagine #scruffy Joe

[cyrusthedragon]

Gentleman

Teen And Up Audience

Let's talk about Simon Riley being a gentleman for you but not the way we usually think about gentlemen.

Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley / f!Reader

Tags: domestic fluff, no "Ghost", established relationship, married couple, playful bullying, newborn children, Simon Riley being BIG and SOFT (and bullied), husband material

Please, comment if you liked it, it means a lot to me!

Notes:

Reader is from a rich family, but still joined the military

Reader and Simon serve(d) together

Simon Riley without his mask

AO3

Stand up so you can sit down; take off your outer clothes; pull up a chair for you; kiss the back of your hand; do not raise voice at you; if you walk on the sidewalk, then stand by the road; make sure you feel comfortable when you go out; if you bend over to pick up something under the table, then cover the corner of the table with his hand; lay his head on your shoulder just because; make two cups of tea anyway; try to say when he feels uncomfortable (not just swallow it cuz he don't wanna bother you! mister it's-not-that-deep); talk with you when something is wrong; when you look good — say out loud that you look good; ask if you need some help and actually help you, massage your tired feet.

Yeah, he doesn't really know about the etiquette and other stuff, but he knows exactly how to cherish you, trying so hard to give you that normal life he knows you deserve, even though he's so dumb that he didn't really understand you do not need 'normal life', you're as battle-scarred as he is, you just need life with him. Civilian or not, you don't give a damn about it, maybe he didn't know how to use that god-awful melon spoon, but it's okay as long as he is happy, cuz the melon spoon never was so necessary. You just love watching him, so clumsy with small and delicate things, that you can't help but just stay silent and admire how he's trying to deal with that nappy for your tiny little newborn baby daughter, who literally can completely fit in two his palms.

He was big compared to normal guy, was huge compared to you, and now he's damn giant compared to your daughter.

"Fatherhood suits you," you said, looking at him from the threshold, and laughed when he literally shuddered. The man on purpose lowered his guard down, 'cause he felt himself safe with you. Both of you, now.

"The hell are you tolkin' about... Help me instead, I can't understand how this shit works.." grumpy, messy, baby powder on his cheek, brows furrowed. If Johnny saw him right now, he'd definitely shit his pants from how scary Simon looked at that poor nappy, like it, idk, killed his beloved puppy. But as how scary it was for everyone esle, as much it was funny for you; you couldn't resist your laugh coming out, trying to hide your face with your palm, when he looked at you as severely as physically possible.

And blushed.

"Shut up."

You smiled at him widely, coming closer: "I said nothing, baby." but that wasn't true. Technically, that wasn't a lie, too. You said a lot of things, but not with words. "You can't handle one diaper?"

"I didn't say I can't handle it, dammit," he groaned, focussing on swaddling the baby who couldn't stop giggling and twitching from side to side; you rested your elbow on his shoulder, and he theatrically sighed, looking at his daughter: "Rocket fuel in your veins..." and, stooping to kiss her on her belly, added: "Just like your mother."

"I don't get it, are you bullying her?" before he realized it, you pucked girl up. She giggled, sucking on her own petit fingers, moving her legs. "You're bullying my daughter, Simon?"

"Oh goodness, love..." he clicked, you cackled, holding baby closer and moving two steps away from him, "you wanna start a fight now?"

"I don't", but considering how you smiled and looked at your daughter's very pleased reaction, you obviously wanted this: "Do you?"

"I don't," he answered, "but if you're going to continue whatever you're doing, I'm-"

"You what?" and you moved the child in your arms accompanied by her contented laughter, so Simon could see it:

You sly thing.

He can't do with you anything when you're holding the baby.

"What, you swallowed your tongue, darling?" your footsteps were coming closer to the living room, and he followed at your heels, looking almost the same as on the military, about to scold one of his soldiers. "Love..." almost growled, making the baby laugh harder, clapping; the fluff on her head swayed when you moved left and right, skirting the furniture: "Love?" you repeated after him, looking directly into his eyes without a single blink, "Now I'm love?"

"You always were my love..."

"No, five seconds ago you were threatening me!" you smiled, moving your gaze to your daughter. "He was threatening your mama, sunshine, look at him!"

"No-o!" Simon exclaimed, holding out his hands to the little one, "Princess, don't listen to her! She's lying! She was bullying me!"

"Bullying you? How can I bully you? I'm a victim here!"

"You're not!"

"Of course I am, princess saw how you were telling me you're going to do something!-" laughter, quick steps, radio talking in the kitchen, child's giggle, Simon's sighs, and two grown-ass adults argument in which each of you tried to convince a three-month-old child which of you is really a victim.

Was that the life you were expecting from joining the military?

No.

That was the life that Simon Riley gave you without your request. He just was there, silently, very bad at any good feelings, not knowing what exactly to say or how to act in some situations, learning from you by just watching how you talked with everyone, and simply remembering small things. From small things about how to interact with people, who are not broken as fu-. Ahem. To small things about you, and one day he understood — you became his healing pill. Somehow, by doing literally nothing, only existing in the same universe as him, winking to him, talking to him — actually talking, not just having some nonsense chat about the weather or your job, but discussing with him, asking about his opinion, you became a person who was so damn comfortable to him, that he couldn't deny how he's attached to you anymore.

This man appeared in your life like a silent company, then your partner on missions, then your partner for life, then your husband, and then the father of your child.

And now you were testing his limits, 'cause you wanted so.

This girl in your hands — she was the third most precious woman in his life, after his mother and you, and you knew exactly what you were doing by teasing him, not letting him go closer to you, or take her from your hands.

"What? What? Wanna say you're not bullying me? Princess, look-"

"No, princess, don't. Look at your daddy, daddy loves you, daddy would never bully your mommy."

"Liar!"

And then once again: he sighs, you giggle, baby girl made her baby sound, and the three of you were whirled around the house, from room to room, until finally, he cornered you. Literally. You pressed yourself into the corner of the bedroom with your whole body, never stop smiling, but knowing for sure that this man would not leave it so easily. You blinked, he towered over you like a mountain, put his hand on the wall and you automatically bit your lower lip, chuckling: "Are we like... In some kind of third-rate young adult drama?"

"Give her to me. Now."

A hoarse, hot, deep voice sounded right in front of you. His blue eyes into yours, and you had to tilt your head to keep eye contact, but it was completely worth it.

"Or what?" you whispered; the little one's eye's shifted from you to her father, from him to you again, Simon leaned over to you, and before this whole situation started to get too spicy, you quickly gave him the child and came out from under his quite skillful confident kabe-don. Ah, but you remember times when he was too shy to kiss you... "You can have her," you said, looking innocent, watching him trying to handle girl as delicate as possible, hissing at your actions as if scolding because you simply cannot treat such tiny, fragile creatures like that.

You can break her!

He.

Scolding you.

For not being gentle.

He.

Holding her so, so gently, carefully, holding her head straight, because she didn't know how to do it yet, frowning at you, you, an irresponsible woman!

This behemoth of a man with such a little girl in his hands.

"She's already daddy's girl, isn't she?" You murmured. Simon put her on the changing pad, you followed him. "Try again," you said, when he took the open diaper.

He sucked air deep into his lungs and began to swaddle this little giggly monster.

Action after action, extreme care, total concentration, as if he was defusing a bomb, unblinking stare until the last details, and only when girl was laying there, completely swaddled, with a pacifier in her mouth, he exhaled, closing his eyes.

"Holy f-..."

"Good job! It was that hard, baby?" You chuckled, stroking his back, when he turned to you, hugging your waist softly. "No," he whispered, breathing in your scent, mixed with perfume and the smell of a hair conditioner, "I was trying not to hurt her. She's so tiny..."

Oh, that man drove you crazy.

The level of happiness in your blood exceeded all permissible norms, you pressed into him, cheek on his cheek for a second, and kissed his cheekbone, smiling like a fool.

Or it was just him?

Big protective fool, so scared to hurt his little daughter...

You love him like this: in your arms, mumbling about how afraid he is that one day he'll do something to her, due to miscalculated strength. You weren't afraid. You knew he simply won't let it happen.

"You wouldn't." You answered, gently running your fingers through his short blonde hair, "Wanna know why?"

Simon looked into your eyes, moving away a little, so you could see him properly: "Why?"

You smiled: "Because she's our daughter," and before he let himself relax, you added, grinning nastily: "If you'll ever try to hurt her, she'll kick your ass, like it's a fucking football, darling."

Well.

Maybe... Just maybe... Maybe he wasn't a liar...

Maybe you truly enjoyed bullying him, so he can "get angry" and finally shut you up with the most delicious kiss in the world.

Simon's lips pressed to yours, your hands over his hot red cheeks, because someone's still too easy to tease, his hands around your waist, just to be sure you're not going anywhere, your eyes closed so you can remember every moment, every note of his taste. And the softness, but the conference of his movements.

Simon Riley was the best example of the word "self-control".

You never saw an another man with such power over himself that he can hold the most fragile teacup tightly and not break it.

And he was afraid?

He?

Oh, you were planning to live a life beside him and for once and for all make him see how amazing he really was.

Yes, he doesn't have some fancy private university diploma, maybe he's not a philosophy Ph.D., but, god forgive me, was he less incredible because of it? Not even a little.

He doesn't know about a melon spoon, he doesn't really like all these luxurious restaurants, he can tell nothing about Gucci house, then fuck it, fuck it all, fuck the etiquette, fuck high table manners, fuck meticulous elegance, prim ideality — the way Simon kissed you, keep you close, the way he looked at you with his eyes go wild, the way he was sucking your scent, burying his face in your neck, after holding your common child, as if both of you were priceless treasures from the depths of the sea.

Squeezing you, carefully touching her chubby pink cheek with a pad of his finger, and slowly, lightly kissing the back of your hand, pressing her close while rocking.

Yeah, he wasn't a gentleman.

He didn't have a fantastic talent for anything, couldn't distinguish Manet from Monet, and mathematics wasn't one of his strengths.

But he had his stubbornness, willpower, desire, and love for work.

Simon Riley was a hard-worker.

And that's exactly what you love in him.

"We should..." you swallowed, licking your lower lip after that disastrous kiss he gave you, "We should go on a date..."

"Why so?" just his hoarse voice made you snuggle into him, hugging his neck so tightly, as if you wanted to kill him with your own hands — that's how much you loved him. But you did nothing.

Just breathing heavily, feeling him lift you by your hips, seating you on the windowsill in your bedroom. "Because," you murmured, smacking him on the lips, "I want you to eat molecular crap in your only black suit, and grumble that this berry foam is not a real food."

And when you laughed, already hearing his old man's grumbling, his huge hands grabbed your waist again, squeezing tightly, as if purposely ignoring your mouth-watering sides.

You told Simon last morning that even though it's been three months since you gave birth, your pelvis still hurts sometimes —

Oh.

What a gentle man he was...

Haha.

#ghost #ghost cod #ghost mwii #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x female reader #simon riley is a babygirl #ghost x f!reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley x f!reader

[megistusdiary]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nevs-posts]

He isn’t a jealous guy

Warning: smut (I’m too lazy to write mad warnings 💀) this is also in first person!!

Wc: 1.0k (WHOOPS)

Jungwoo would never call himself a jealous man but sometimes he can't help it but feel that way. The way it crawls up his veins when another man tries a bit too hard to get my attention. He doesn't interfere usually, he doesn't want me to be a loner because of him but when he sees that guy come closer to me and his hand moving to my waist he is close to snapping. It goes too far and he is already on his way to me to tell that guy off but before he can get there I'm already walking to him. It's always a disgusting feeling to have someone touch you without your consent. Jungwoo knows how much I hate it and feels me signaling him to go home.

In the car he pets my head and kisses my face. He can feel my discomfort and drives us home. Once he opens the door I rush in and make my way to the bathroom, taking all my clothes of on the way. Having someone you don't know feel up on you is disturbing. Jungwoo , the loving boyfriend he is, cleans my clothes up after me before he makes his way to me. He always loves to take baths with me. It's so comforting to be squished together in a small space with someone you love. He helps me wash tonight off my skin. It doesn't go unnoticed how tired I am. Once clean he helps me out of the tub, dries me off and brushes my teeth.

Jungwoo is just so caring and loving it makes me so wet. He already carried us to bed with me on him. Hiding my face in his neck while my hands wander down his chest. I can feel that he isn't sleeping by the sound his throat makes. He isn't stopping my hand as it goes under his boxers and slowly massages his dick. It always swells so quick. His hands are rubbing the curve of my ass. They're always so warm. Once I start sucking on his neck he can't help but moan quietly. I get impatient so fast compared to him and laughs at me as I get up to sit on his lap He helps me take off my clothes so I can prep myself. Prepping me is easier now so it doesn't take much time till he can slide into me without much resistance.

Jungwoo never stops feeling a bit too big for me. Always stretching me to my limit til it has me whining. He lets me have my fun until I get tired and desperate. It always happens, he knows that. Jungwoo made me grow into a spoiled pillow princess and he doesn't even regret it. He loves it when I give in and let him do all the work. It makes him feel so needed. I bend down and start hiding in his neck again and it's exactly what he was waiting for. He grabs me tightly so he can lay me on my back. My hands reach for his face making sure it stays close to mine while he puts my legs over his shoulder. My eyes are rolling back as he slowly pulls out and sinks back in. This moment has been engraved in his brain.

He starts to get faster while his right hand rubs my clit. Making sure I get everything I need to cum. Kissing my neck knowing all of this will overstimulate me. Jungwoo doesn't plan on stopping after this round but he knows I haven't realized that yet. This is like a game to him, waiting for my expression when I realize he isn't stopping anytime soon. All of this is just a warm up for him. He can feel me being close, can hear my whimpering, can feel my legs start to shake and then there it is, his favourite moment. Holds himself up higher with his left arm so he can watch me shake a bit and throw my head around quietly begging him to stop already but he just keeps going. Jungwoo doesn't stop and just now I realize this will be a longer night than I thought. It gets me so excited and he knows that he can see it in the way my eyes sparkle.

He puts my legs down on the bed and helps me sit up on his thighs so I can ride him while he grabs my thighs. I put my arms around him and wait for him to help me move. I can feel his hands on my ass. Grabbing it forcefully, lifting it and pulling me down. It's so loud and so wet. He can hear me babble to myself, can hear me beg for more and who would he be if he didn't comply. Immediately starts to get faster. Wanting to see me cum is his biggest motivation and right now he wants to see me cum the whole night. He presses on my lower back so my clit gets stimulated as well. I end up cumming all over him making a mess all over the bed. Jungwoo can feel me keep moving. It makes him laugh how needy I am even tho I'm already overstimulated.

He lays me back on the bed and goes to the ground so he has a perfect view on my messed up pussy. Grabs my thighs so they stay open and dives right in. Stays there and doesn't even come up for air he doesn't give me a break. I can hear him slurping me out with no shame. He can hear me beg him to stop but he really doesn't want to. Keeps sucking my clit it's almost painful if it didn't feel so good. It feels a bit too good. I desperately try to stop him but he doesn't listen instead he starts sucking harder and licks all over my cunt. It feels so good and then it snaps. And I can't hold back. Jungwoo face gets completely wet and he grins from one ear to the other while I keep whining loudly and feel my legs to shake. He gives me a minute to collect myself while he gets up and starts leaning over me so he can sink right back into me. It makes me cry out and he starts to keep going. Jungwoo makes sure I won't be able to walk tomorrow not that I mind.

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