#Bush shaped like a beautiful face

[softlyspector]

I know I posted a fic literally yesterday but once again the muse seized me randomly while I was bored at work. This was written on my phone, that's how you know something really possessed me.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: body worship, joel worshiping you🫵, not exactly smut but smuttish, poetic smut, descriptions of body hair, #bush in fic 2024, joel on his knees, one brief mention of being hungry, mentions of violence, etc etc etc, you know how it goes.

He loves your body. 

The shape of you beneath clothes, material pulled here and there, rucked up and messy. Curve of hip, slope of waist, tuck of your knee to the side when you’re angry, arms crossed over chest, taut shoulders thrown back. 

The shape of you in nothing. Pretty hills and valleys. The roll of scar and naked skin, the snaking spill of you, the jiggle of you when you move—over him, under him, everywhere. The bounce of your breasts when he thrusts into you. 

He loves the warmth of you, soft, fitted like a glove. Rough with him sometimes but always soft somewhere. 

The weight of your body draped over his, the curl of strong fingers through his hair, yanking sometimes, pressure on his throat with the other. 

He loves the heat of you, the press of you against him in the cold, icy, frozen, icicle fingers digging under his shirt, crawling up along his ribs, demanding, always, more and more. 

Joel doesn’t mind, doesn’t mind, never minds. 

The closeness of you well worth the trouble of the temperature you keep. Hands poking and prodding and always wanting more. 

It’s good to be wanted. Nice to feel needed. 

He needs to be needed. Needs it, needs it, needs it, like an ache that might never get satiated, might never get swallowed up by something bigger and brighter. 

But there’s you again, all plush curves and sweet lines and sharp edges. You tell him he’s good, and he loves you for it. 

He loves bloodying his fists for you, he loves the angles of your love. 

You curl over him, making noises that no human, earth bound person should be able to make. 

There’s the touch of your forehead to his, the pant of hot breath against his mouth. He loves the shape of your mouth, the curve of your lips when they drift over his cheek. 

He loves the weight of your breasts in his hands, the stiff peaks of your nipples beneath his thumbs, the strong press of your thighs around his hips, the curve of your calves against his back, the thick thatch of hair between your legs. 

He loves the pressure of your thighs around his head and the way it feels when your cunt squeezes his tongue, the taste of your body on his mouth and stuck in his beard. 

He loves the way you stand when you’re pissed off, and likes the way the harsh lines disappear when you’re not, when you look at him, when you look down at him and the way he peels your jeans from your body and buries his face between your legs. 

The naked soft, pillowy, willowy silhouette of you in the window, in the pale moonlight, sometimes with blood still staining your skin and sometimes without.  

There’s the way you drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, the teasing, warm ring of your mouth suckling around the tip before you swallow him down, buried to the hilt. 

Hands against the sides your face, the back of your neck, behind the shell of your ear. He likes the way the skin feels there, smooth and unblemished. 

He loves the way you look after a fight, bloody and sweaty, brow creased. Loves more the way you smell, like sweat and earth, musky.

It should not be possible to love your body more, the thing that housed you, beautiful, scarred, treasure that you are. Still he finds new things to love, new places to touch and taste, the knob of bone in your ankle, the pouched swell of your belly when you’ve actually gotten a good meal for once, that space behind your knee and how sensitive it is. 

The hair between your legs and under your arms and downy soft on your calves and arms. You find a razor once and shave. Not everywhere, just under your arms and your calves, and for a while, those parts of you are smooth, and he doesn’t actually like it that much, it doesn’t feel like you, not that his opinion about it really matters. 

Lord help him, but he’d dig into your any way you let, in any condition. Sink under skin and hair and sweat and all the sweet animal parts of you. God, you’re beautiful. And it feels like a sin. 

But the blade is dull anyway and when you accidentally cut yourself for the third time in so many days, you just toss it with a shrug. 

Joel is secretly relieved. He wraps your cut ankle and kisses your smooth legs and hopes the hair grows back quick. You hate it when it's still growing and prickly. He’s glad you never shaved your pussy, he would have missed too badly burying himself in those curls, mouth or cock. 

Skin like pomegranate seeds, like the sweet burst of something sour under his tongue. Admission to the obsession, the love, the tracery of veins in moonlight like milk, would be wrong. This worship is secret, press of lips to feet, bowing low to the power you hang like a knife over his head. Blade ready to drop and offered anyway, lamb to slaughter. That’s his place there with you. 

There’s the sick need to protect when you don’t need it, follow where you ask him not to go. 

Partners, always. 

Everything else, sometimes. 

Last thing about you, voice. 

Terrible, husky voice. He longs to hear you sing, pretends to believe you when you say you can’t. But he’s heard it when you think he isn't’ around, or isn’t listening. He knows the calluses on your fingertips because they match the ones on his. 

That’s too close, too knowing, seeing too much history blended onto your skin. 

You trace the scar on the bridge of his nose every time he lies with you, presses his mouth to yours and listens to the noises and songs you will give him, questions that go unasked and unanswered. 

Tracery of scars nearly everywhere, skin like seasalt, the ache of knees pressed to floorboards which groan louder with each passing year, forehead against your belly, the thread of your fingers in his hair yanking his head back, petting so softly.

One night, blasphemous, you’re looking at him and he’s looking back. Your hand is on his collarbone, stroking, and the night is so quiet. “You’re so beautiful,” you say to him. “Did you know that?”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #sorry for all the postys lately i will be crawling into a hole to be quiet for awhile i know ive been annoying lmao

[cartoonist-in-theory]

You’re walking down a long quiet road. It’s winter, snow covers the ground, the sky fades gray. All around you are trees that have long since dropped their leaves, cold and dead, waiting for spring. You stop beneath one, eye caught by a striking sight. Amid the bare branches you see a round bundle of stunning green leaves. Hanging down above you are dozens of beautiful little pearly white berries. The fruit tempts you, but you don’t dare touch. Instead you simply admire them. Life among the dead of winter. Mistletoe.

@slocotion Hi, here is my design for slocotion's patreon dyo doll contest. Her name is Haustoria of the Pale. I was very excited to put this together once it struck me. I thought of all my favorite fruits I could have used but then inspiration hit me as I was considering less common fruits and fungi. Mistletoe is used medicinally by some but the entire plant, including its cute white berries, is toxic. Since this is a longer post, I’ll include more notes on my design under a cut but to point out the most important thing, I’ve combined the nature of the toxic berries with some historical+mythological inspiration that I think echoes it nicely.

In Norse mythology, a well known story is that of the death of Baldr. Baldr was the most loved god of the Aesir, so when a vision of his death reached his parents Odin and Frigga, they did all they could to protect him. Frigga sent her servants all over the world to make every creature and thing vow to never harm a hair on Baldr’s head. All but mistletoe promised, too insignificant or too young to make the vow. After it was done, Bladr seemed invincible. Since nothing was willing to hurt him, the gods would sometimes gather around and throw things at him, watching everything bounce off without injuring him. Loki, jealous of the love and affection that was always paid to Baldr, came up with a plan to get rid of him. He had an arrow made of mistletoe and brought it to Baldr’s blind brother Hodr. He gave it to him to throw at Baldr as all the gods pelted him with objects and weapons. Hodr threw the arrow and, since mistletoe had never promised not to harm him, it pierced his chest, killing him instantly... And so Baldr was delivered to the depths of the land of the dead, looked over by Hel.

specific design notes under the cut thank you for looking!

Mistletoe is a very interesting plant to me. It’s not a tree or vine or bush, but instead its an evergreen parasite. The sticky seeds attach themselves to the branches and grow into it with a haustorium, which is a structure that lets them sap nutrients from the host plant. Haustoria’s name is a reference to this structure. “of the Pale” is a reference to not only the color of the berries but the pale gray and white landscape of winter.

Mistletoe berries are heavily toxic but also exist in winter, when other plants may be barren and “dead.” Because of that and their parasitic nature I see them as a sweet little balance of life and death. In addition to that, I use the split colors of the face/mask of Haustoria to reference the goddess of the land of the dead, Hel, who is described as having a body that is half black as death, split down the middle.

The structure of the outfit is inspired by Scandinavian and specifically Norwegian folk dresses, since I’m borrowing old Norse history for more inspiration, it seemed fitting. I also felt the style would be good to accompany the botanical and berry designs attractively.

The twin peaked hood is to further split the design down the middle, with little charms to show life and death.

I included white beads all over the outfit to represent the mistletoe berries themselves so they could stand out.

The dark side of her face is adorned with thorns and has three mournful black tears leaking down from her eye, as well as a hollow half of the center heart.

The light side is blushed and lively with shiny eyes, leaves shaped like the mistletoe leaves, red petals like the mistletoe blooms, three white dots to be the mistletoe fruit, and the center heart is full.

Her cape is white on the inside to represent the white of the berries and also the white of snow.

To cap it off, I do believe mistletoe is fitting for a plague doctor as they are still used medicinally to this day. :)

Thank you for reading everything and looking at my design! I’m very proud of her and I hope she doesn’t stretch the theme. And definitely more than anything else I hope you enjoy looking at her!

#I hope you like her #I suddenly was struck with a vision of this design so I had to drop everything to work on her for a few days #sorry for the long post though I had a lot of thoughts #<3333 #good luck to all the entrants I have been having fun looking at the other cute designs #I take immense interest in both botany and Norse mythology #kleptodoesart

[notmymainhehehe]

CW: This is an NSFT concept/story with tentacles and non-consent themes. If you aren't into that, keep scrolling. If you are into that, sit back and enjoy

Imagine, you're hiking on your favorite trail. You've been in this part of the woods countless times and you know these trails like the back of your hand. You have your headphones on as you admire the familiar beauty of your surroundings. The sun is high in the clear blue sky, a gentle breeze is swaying the tree-tops around you, and a squirrel darts across the trail twenty feet ahead of you. You pause for a moment to take a picture of the squirrel when you notice the mouth to a side trail you've never seen before. You double check the time - just before 2pm - and, seeing that you have plenty of time before dark, you decide to check it out. It's beautiful, leading up an easy rocky path with a clear view of the lake nearby. You carry on, not noticing when you take a turn off the main path nor how the forest around you quickly gets thicker the further you go.

After a couple miles, the trail leads alongside a tall cliff face. The mountain is so tall that it blocks the sun, making the thick forest seem even darker. Dense bushes fill the area and occasional movement in them makes you take off your headphones to listen. You can't shake the feeling that you're somewhere you're not supposed to be and someone - or something - knows. You continue down the path, hoping it would loop back to the original trail, and try to shake the feeling that you're being watched. After a while of walking and finding no sign of trail markers, you check your phone again for the time and see that somehow, despite only having felt like only an hour has passed, your phone reads half past 5pm. You try to pull up your trail map but there's no service. In a slight panic, you decide to turn around and go back the way you came. Passing the cliff face again, you pause. Had that opening been there the first time?

Before you can take another step, a bush begins to rustle, moving in the same way you'd noticed earlier. This time, though, it doesn't stop. The rustling gets more aggressive and the bushes nearby start to shake violently as well. Just as you start to run, your trip over a root in the path and fall on your back. But when you look down, it's not a root at all but a thick, black, moving tentacle. Before you can react or stand back up, it slides over your ankle and twists around it. You try to kick it off and scoot away, but its hold is tight. It begins to pull you towards the opening in the cliff face, your screams for help almost seeming to be absorbed by the dense forest. Helplessly, you can only squirm as you're dragged into a small cave.

You can't see how far back it goes in the dark but you're able to hear strange, wet-sounding movement from further back in the cave. A second tentacle, identical to the first, emerges from the darkness and wraps around your left wrist, pulling it up into the air. A third joins, restraining your right wrist, and they use their grasp to pull you from your sitting position and into the air. You kick your legs and scream only for yet another tentacle to come from the dark and grab your free ankle, holding your limbs in place. You let out a whimper and stop fighting, deciding it best to try to remain calm and assess the situation. Blinking the tears of fear out of your eyes, you look around you.

Inside, it's nearly pitch black. Outside the cave, you can just barely see the sun setting between the trees. You couldn't have been gone for more than two hours, it was impossible for the sun to already be setting, yet you seem to be in the den of the impossible. Another tentacle, smaller and thinner than the first four, begins to slither up your legs and you turn your attention back inside the cave.

For the first time, you notice that the final shreds of sunlight are reflecting off the walls just enough to illuminate at least a dozen shapes floating in the darkness. Countless tentacles waved in the air around you, as if waiting for their turn. Your whole body tenses in fear and the tentacle on your leg pauses on your thigh. It coils itself around your thigh, joined by an identical one on the other thigh, and suddenly they pull your legs apart. At the same time, the tentacles holding your wrists pull them together, merging together to form one larger, stronger tendril. You begin to scream again, assessing the situation be damned, just for another shape to come from the darkness and force itself into your mouth and down your throat. Tears prick in your eyes as you feel the tentacle's shape morph and change, filling deep into your throat and allowing just enough space to take shallow breaths. Efforts to move your head away are only met with yet another tendril wrapping around your throat, not tight enough to choke you but firm enough to hold you completely still. All you can do is silently cry as tentacles of all sizes begin to move in from the darkness and seem to explore your body. Some glide along your inner thighs, some rub up and down your waist, one is sliding around your face and chin, and some are even exploring your tits over your tank top. After a few minutes of this, the fabric of your shirt seems to be frustrating the tentacles. It begins to pull at your shirt until it rips and exposes your black bra. The tentacles waste no time in using the same technique to rip that off as well, leaving your clothes hanging on just by the sleeves. You sob as the tentacles return to exploring your body even more intently now. For the first time, you can feel them on your bare skin. The tentacles are cold and slippery, the larger ones pulsing slightly, and they leave a thin layer of clear slime behind on whatever they touch.

The tentacles wrap around your tits, squeezing them curiously, before moving up to your nipples. You're disgusted by the rush of pleasure as they glide over your nipples almost teasingly, the cold wetness making them hard. The tentacles flick at your nipples a few times before their tips reform into what looks like suction cups. They wrap around your nipples and begin to suck on them in a pulsing rhythm. You can't help the gasping moan that escapes around the tentacle in your throat.

Despite the terror you're feeling from the situation, subconsciously your body is reacting to the oddly pleasurable touches of the tentacles. The touches are rushing to your pussy and, as much as you hate to admit it, the fear only adds to the thrill.

You can feel your pussy starting to soak through your leggings as the tendrils continue to suck and tease your nipples and, unfortunately, the tentacle caressing your thigh seems to notice as well. It moves up your thigh and carefully prods at your slit through your clothes. Suddenly, all movement in the cave stops. Your nipples ache from the sudden lack of touch and you're afraid to move in the still silence. After a moment, the tentacle glides across your slit again, not touching your clit, and the suckers on your tits suddenly pulse again, sending a shock of pleasure through you. The tentacle between your legs immediately begins to grab at the fabric of your leggings and pull, successfully tearing them off and down to your ankles and doing the same to your panties.

Another tentacle joins the one between your legs, forming its own sucker on the end, and it begins to hungrily suck up the juices now dripping down your thigh. Now completely exposed and helpless to move, the reality of your situation finally starts to set in. You were the plaything for some terrifying tentacle beast and nobody was going to find you. The first tentacle that was between your legs starts to slide up your slit and, when it gently glides over your clit, you can't help but moan and buck your hips. Mentally, you're terrified and cursing your body for reacting like this. You seem to be giving this thing exactly the reactions it wants and there's nothing you can do to stop this subconscious response to its touch. You try to distract yourself by looking at the sunset only to see the moon high in the sky.

The tentacles definitely notice your reaction to the touch to your clit and it curiously tries the motion again, and again, and again. Your hips are grinding against the tentacle as its cold, smooth surface slowly moves back and forth on your clit. The tip of the tentacle flicks back and forth on your clit a few times as a third tentacle comes between your legs and continues exploration of your slit and begins to tease your hole. Your eyes grow wide as the realization sets in. Getting aroused by the touches of this monster are one thing, but getting fucked by it was where you drew the mental line. Despite your opposition and your attempts to squirm, scream, close your legs, anything, you're still at the tentacle's mercy.

You can feel it as it slides into you effortlessly. It pushes into you effortlessly and begins to explore inside you. As this is happening, the tentacle on your clit changes shape into a sucker and gives a curious suck at your clit, sending another involuntary moan out of your mouth. The tentacle in your mouth moves slightly, causing you to gag a bit. It curiously tries this motion again, moving out slightly before thrusting back in, and repeating this movement, making you gag and drool around the tentacle.

The tentacle inside you continues to explore inside of you and as it arches up, it hits your G-spot and sends a wave of pleasure through your body. The tentacle curls up again and begins to rhythmically stroke that bundle of nerves. You can feel the tentacle behind to change its shape inside you, thickening to fill you up. The tentacle begins to thrust in and out of your pussy, always curling up as it does. Between this, the sensations on your nipples, the tentacle fucking your throat, and the sucker on your clit, you can feel your first orgasm building. You're cursing yourself mentally, trying to hold it back, refusing to cum for a monster, but the pleasure is too much to take. You squeeze your eyes shut in shame as you feel yourself orgasm.

Your juices are rushing down your legs and the tentacle sucking up your juices laps it up hungrily. As you come down from orgasm, you slowly start to realize that this thing was doing all of this very intentionally as it seems to be feeding off your juices. You don't have much time to ponder on this thought, though, as the pace of all the tentacles picks up, quickly bringing you close to a second orgasm.

You're moaning uncontrollably around the tentacle fucking your throat by the time your fourth orgasm hits you. Your brain is hardly forming cohesive thoughts at this point as pleasure overwhelms your body over and over again. You don't even notice when a new tentacle begins to prod at your asshole. You only notice when it starts to push in and, in your first moment of clarity for a while, you try to squirm in protest. You've never even experimented with anal on your own and you've certainly never been fucked in the ass before. The tentacle doesn't seem to care, though, as it pushes into your hole. It feels weird and painful as it continues to push into you and you're mostly distracted from your pleasure as it begins to thrust slowly in and out of you. After a few minutes, just as you're getting used to the feeling, the tentacle curls up in just the right way to send pleasure shooting through you in a way that you'd never felt before. It begins thrusting in and out faster now, curling up to bring you pleasure with each thrust and joining the rhythm of the rest of the tentacles. Your fifth orgasm hits like you've never felt before. You let your brain go empty as you enjoy the pleasure of cumming over and over again from having all your holes filled.

You slowly blink your eyes open in the dappling sunlight. The first thing you notice is how your whole body aches. Your wrists feel raw and your mouth is dry. As your eyes adjust to the sunlight, you look around you to find yourself laying on the ground. You recognize the woods around you as being close to your favorite trail. You look down at yourself and find your clothes torn and your wrists red as if they'd been tied. The memories of the day before come flooding back to you - the hike, the side trail you took, the tentacles, the orgasms, all of it. You pick yourself up, managing to wrap your clothes around you enough to cover up, and make your way towards the trail. When you reach it, you recognize the spot to be where you'd gone on the side trail but when you looked for it, there was only the main trail. Where the mouth to the trail you'd taken yesterday had been, there was just a cluster of thick bushes.

#nsft #nsft tentacles #tentacle concept #its a little long oops #nsft horror #nsft concept #tentacles #mmm tentacles #tentacle kink #tentacle monster #tetrophilia #nsft story #nsft pov #nsft imagine #jupiternsft

[wroteclassicaly]

Summary: You’re desperately possessive of your boyfriend, Steve Harrington.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, NSFW, mutual masturbation, mentions of smut, and MORE!

Word count: 2,262

A/N: I’ve missed so badly, and this idea would not leave me alone!! Can’t stop thinking of him or that new set photo! I hope you enjoy, my loves! ❤️

“No. You’re not allowed to touch me, only look at me.”

It was absolutely comical, your boyfriend’s reaction to that statement, and you’d laugh if you weren’t so worked up, wound to your core in the need to claim him, your tongue practically hanging out, saliva pooling in your mouth, latched onto a possessive prowl. He knows not to speak unless spoken to. What a good boy. You let him know this.

“What a good baby boy, Steve.” His full name, that coupling praise, causes his knees to knock together, making him hiss as his sensitive and heavy balls get caught in the crossfire.

You observe him once more, like the finest, most priceless work of art in a high security museum. His large feet, those hair legs and equally hair covered thighs — firm and muscular, a testament to his past routines, his current ones, and all the fighting of otherworldly creatures. Then there’s the rest of him; biceps that tan in the summer, worked hard from countless battles, pieced together by defined, massive hands, fingers so thick and long that he should be fined for indecent exposure, that one lone vein that’s woven around his forearm, one you’ve traced many times with your fingers and tongue alike, his perky nipples, almost hidden in that chocolate jungle growing out of his chest, working together to provide the most perfect torso — not overly built, but enough to know that he keeps himself up, that pudge of stomach that rests atop his belt, pushes out his shirt at the navel, right where that deeply rich happy trail nearly ends, miles upon miles of freckles and moles, one’s you aren’t sure even Steve knows about. Luckily enough, you’re here to discover, to inform. You can’t ever forget his back, how it’s mapped out in marks, scars, sometimes scratches from where he’s fucking you so deep you need to carve into to latch on, or how it moves with whatever he’s doing, muscles visible through gorgeous flesh.

His hair is ever changing, sometimes long at its nape, curls drifting here and there. But the tousled fluff remains the same, even when it’s wet from a shower or the rain, doused in perspiration, or torn into by your eager hands. It helps showcase his neck (your ultimate weakness), structured tendons - skin scarred and stubble scattered, moles and freckles there to be tasted, scoped into. It all works into his beautiful face; those pouty and perfect lips, ones that have made you see several galaxies and held you by their whispered captures. To the bridge of his nose, the shape of his jaw line, his beautiful, crooked smile, and his mossy, caramel colored irises that have stared, glared, worried and cried, shrouded by eyelashes that a man should not be able to possess.

And then there’s that sweet and soft, fat ass that you’ve often spent time between, when you’re not sliding your hand into the back of his pockets, squeezing, clinging to - you name it, you’ve done it to Steve Harrington’s ass. What gets your mouth watering outer limits, is those heavy balls, nestled on either side of that girthy, long cock. Surrounded by a bush to match his chest hair, Steve’s own personal monster has been responsible for a lot of self-pleasing, can’t sit down, I’m limping, first time squirting, desperate - nights. Pink around the cut tip, one long vein to match his forearm, it’s no secret with how it sits in his clothing, even if you weren’t visibly in awe of it right at this very moment.

You’re pretty sure that there’s not one body made that even comes close to how pretty Steve Harrington’s is.

“Honey? Please, I need you to tell me what you want me to do. I’m looking at you, I just need you to tell me.”

His honey-hot voice warms you like a blanket fresh from the dryer, soaked in his apple and cedarwood scent. It breaks you from your Steve Harrington mental textbook, and you stare him down. He’s fully naked on the newly added armchair to his bedroom, his thighs spread wide, feet planted on the floor. His chest is heaving sporadically, already glistening in the sweat of desperation, his new silver chain hanging from his neck, reflecting, one massive hand resting on his sternum, scratching, the other wrapped around his base, his fingertips barely grazing around the girth. You practically purr, shoving your lace panties down your legs — your final article of clothing remaining, Steve’s eyes drifting from your tits that are exposed, nipples hard, to your thighs as they spread apart for him.

You’re not embarrassed, not even as your folds noisily separate, a webbed string stretching from one thigh to the other, getting caught on your cunt, which is swollen, putting you entirely on display. The power that you’re drunk on when Steve’s hazel irises vanish into completely blown pupils — it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He squeezes himself, tongue lolling out to wet his un-kissed lips. “Jesus-fucking-Christ.”

“What?” You mock. “Never seen a pussy this good before, even with your body count, Harrington?”

“Baby, she was just a girl I knew, I told you it wasn’t anything —“

“Shut your pretty little mouth until I ask you a question, Steven. Yeah? You gonna listen or make this worse on yourself? Remove your hand from your dick.”

You hold up one finger to silence him from asking again what he should do next after he obeys, before you’re gliding it along the wet seam of yourself. Fuck, you’re soaking wet from all of this teasing, this tense intensity, and seeing Steve spotlighted like your own personal feast. He nearly growls, his toes curling, cracking, as you push one finger into your cunt without breaking eye contact. He’s squirming on his chair, cock jumping, slapping against his stomach, leaving behind a smear of pre-cum. Your hand slides across your stomach and grabs at your breast, rolling and squeezing, mouth parting, eyes rolling back, and you start fucking your self on your finger.

Lost in it all, eyes glazed over when they open and fixate on him, your jaw is unhinged and you lose control. “My cunt is so fucking wet for you, Steve. I love you watching me. Feels so good, baby. Fuck, fuck — yeah.”

He feels his heartbeat accelerate, ramming itself in echoes against his ribcage, turning his blood into lava, melting his bones to ash. He’s licking at the corner of his mouth, the top, fist clenching across his chest. But he’s still listening, privy to the game here. You want him to beg for it, but can you hold out on that?

Driven by your playful, primal, possession, you slide in another finger and groan, your next few words punched out. “This isn’t enough. Need your cock, Steve.”

You ignore his slip up, his smart mouth, driven by raw, animalistic cravings. “Come over here and get it then, honey.”

A few pumps and you’re speaking to him again, shaking your head. “What I want you to do, right now, is to touch yourself for me. Because the only way you’re going to cum tonight, is by your own hand.”

He starts to protest, but something about this, the refusal, however, an offered and open show — it does things to him he isn’t prepared for.

“Yeah, yeah — okay. Whatever you want. Can I fuck you after? Make you feel good, make it up to you?”

You smirk lazily, letting your opposite hand drop from your breast and part yourself for better friction. He’s already spitting on himself without permission after his question, tugging eagerly, sloppy and drenched, his massive hand slick with it all. You’ve never been more jealous of his palm.

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with you needing to take back control, prove a point, get your dick wet, now would it?” You know that’s not the case. Steve has always been the most giving lover you’ve ever been with, and you’ve not had too many. But still…

He fixes you with that bitchy, breathless-confined, trademark glare. “What do you think?”

“Awful cocky for someone who’s jerking himself off, aren’t you?” This’ll shut him up. You add in a third finger and immediately cry out. It hurts, you knew it would, and it gives him pause.

“Honey, don’t do that without — Goddammit, can I please just lick your clit? Help you so you don’t hurt yourself?” He’s paused, thumb over his head, tendons flexing in his wrist from holding back.

His words have you bucking into your own hand, unable to level off your breathing pattern when you speak.

“Pretty Steve, you think I don’t use three fingers when you’re not around? I’ll have to take an instant for you next time, won’t I?” You stumble through.

“Fuck, you better do that, honey. Killing me here.”

“Maybe don’t be so nice to one of your former bimbos next time? I’m sure she can get another person to help her pick up a heavy box —“

“Sweetheart, you know she bought our old movie collection, it was just me being nice. I was the only one working. I barely remember her.”

“Crystal Abrams. Told everyone how you fingered her freshman year during the pep rally. You know, the one where you and your friends thought it was funny that I read my poem for English class. Then stuck copies of it all over the lockers when the school paper published it? Oh, and… you went on a date with her when you first started at the video store.”

You’re over it. Both of you are aware of that, but it still is enough for Steve to attempt to get up and reach out. You shake it off, smiling softly to show him that this is what you need, that it’s okay, but that he’s yours and he needs to be reminded of it. You were on him the second he got back home to his place, waiting for him, a plan already formulated since you watched him help her with her box of old movies. He wasn’t the problem, your kind Steve, the one that stole your heart - no, it was her overly flirtatious demeanor that unlocked your personal beast.

“Shit, honey, m’ sorry, alright? So fucking apologetic…” He begins to stroke himself, thumb rubbing light circles over his head, spreading his arousal around, his fingers catching and using it to glide his way.

You grin at his word usage and start fucking yourself, scattering your cream down to your knuckles. Your other hand leaves and grabs for your own throat, before settling on pinching your nipple and rolling your breast. You watch him get to work matching your pace, nodding, pleading beneath his breath, his spare hand finding his ballsack and cradling, tightening. His abdomen is tensing, legs shaking, throat muscles taunt and closing in as his vision begins to darken, lost in your face and the pleasure you’re giving one another by giving it to yourselves.

There’s barely any room to stretch on his desk chair, opposite of the room from him, and you’re needy, well aware you’ll want to be held the second that you come. And Steve is slowing down, tilting his head. “You wanna come over here and finish?”

The desk chair spins behind you and smacks into his dresser as you abandon it and stride towards his awaiting lap. His cologne, his aftershave, and that damp smell of sex knocks at your cheek and causes you to open your mouth, attempting to taste it. You clamber with care onto his lap, your back against his chest, legs spread, held heavily on either side of his thighs. He keeps you widely open, available to yourself. His balls stick to your ass, your cunt dousing his cock, that he holds away from your pussy, despite every pulsing attempt it makes to snap forward — his body knows where he belongs.

Your head drops back onto his shoulder and he runs his nose along your neck, over your throat, and paths around your jawline, his lips leaving kisses on your cheek, to behind your ear. His knuckles slide over the seam of you, his entire fist messy with combined essences, and he starts to pleasure himself, encouraging you, spare hand hovering over your breast. His voice is scorching hot, like a butter soaked syrup, rich and sugary. “Can I hold this for you?”

“Mhm-hmm.” Is all you reply with, three fingers disappearing back into your cunt, bodies in close proximity giving feather light touches to one another.

He grasps your breast in his huge palm, voice nearly whispering, “You gonna cum for me?” He’s topping from the bottom, but you’re beyond caring, struggling to stroke that spot that he gets to without issue. “I’m so close for you, honey. Got me so hard denying me, talking to me like this.”

“Steve —“

“I’m no one else’s but yours, baby — I promise you…”

And as you come undone in the arms of one another, at your own hands, mouths hovering, before kisses are taken deeply and roughly, you know that you’d rather die than let anything happen to him or let him disappear from you without him knowing how he is everything and then some…

After you’ve calmed in his arms, he kisses you for a while, works on re-lighting both of your fuses, and takes you to bed, making good on his end of the promises.

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Maintenance Request: Chapter 13

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 9.3k

chapter summary: you (10:42 PM): going home with Joel 😳 a/n: thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕  chapter tags/warnings: flirting, banter, fluff, poetry (links at the bottom), cursing, we are earning that explicit rating today folks, pet names (honey, baby, gorgeous, darlin’, my smart girl, my pretty girl, my good girl, sweetheart, handsome, cowboy), smut: fondling, kissing, cuddling, dirty talk, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), mention of breasts (and fondling), grinding, p-in-v sex, creampie (reader is on birth control, but wrap it up IRL, folks)

Chapter 13

Friday, October 25 (still) Ninth week of the semester

The ride to Joel’s was full of tension, in the best possible way. His hand quickly found a home on your leg and his fingers wandered to the inside of your thigh over the course of the drive. You sent Beth his address, which he dictated dutifully when you asked, and tucked your phone back in your pocket before reaching out to hold his hand while you watched him drive.

At a stop light he looked over and met your gaze. He smirked. “See something you like, darlin’?”

You hummed. “Reckon I do, cowboy.” 

He squeezed your thigh. “Reckon I like the look of you in my truck, gorgeous.” You smiled. 

Joel didn’t live too far out of town, it turned out, and you realized he lived in the same suburb as you, just at different ends. 

“Not too far from me, then,” you observed. He nodded.

His house wasn’t huge, but clearly well-maintained. It looked homey and comfortable even from the outside. 

The landscaping, though, was amazing. You stared at it through the window of the truck.

“Holy crap, Joel.” You could hear the wonder in your voice. “Did you do all of that?”

There was some grass, but what drew your attention was the beautiful arrangement of trees and bushes curving from the front around the side of the house. And there were flowers everywhere. It looked wild and riotous, in a way, but also planned, like it had been encouraged to grow into its shape. You wished it wasn’t so dark out so you could take in the full effect. “It’s beautiful,” you breathed, and as your breath fogged up the window you realized you’d leaned in so close your forehead was almost touching it. You finally looked over at Joel and realized he was blushing.

“Er, yeah. That was me.” He cleared his throat. “Sarah helped, a bit. She’s not as into it as I am, but she knows her way around a garden.” While he pulled to a stop in the driveway you were jumping out of the truck almost before you realized it. You stepped on to the path of stones that led through the front yard with your mouth open in awe, looking around you at the plants that guided and formed the path. You stepped forward slowly, looking around you and taking it all in. Distracted, you barely noticed the sound of his footsteps as Joel came up behind you. His arms slid around your waist and his face found a home in the curve of your neck. You could feel the heat of his blush and raised one of your hands to tangle in his hair.

“Joel, this really is beautiful.” You were still breathless and could hear it. “I just— I’m amazed. It looks so…” you trailed off, trying to find the right words. 

You hesitated, and recited, “the bumblebees furrow the pursed and purple lips of false indigo for the dusty blush and I want to go make a hallelujah of my own simple body.”

He pulled back and spun you by your hips to face him. “Was that from a poem?” You smiled and nodded, a little sheepish. “I love it when you quote poetry to me, baby. God, you’re so fucking smart.” He sounded breathless himself. 

You grinned. “Does that do it for you, cowboy?”

He pulled you into a searing kiss, right there in his front yard.

“It really does, honey. I love watching you work. I love learning how you think.” You closed your eyes as he kissed your neck. “How do you always know the right poem for the moment? You’re breathtaking. You take my breath away.” He kissed you again. 

“Joel,” he hummed in response, kissing you. “Take me inside.” He nodded and kissed you again. “Joel.” 

He laughed and pulled back. “Alright, let’s get off the lawn.”

“I do want a garden tour, later. When I can see it.” 

He grinned. “Whenever you’d like, gorgeous. And just so you know, I don’t have any of those flowers that make you sneeze.” 

You blinked, stunned. “Really? None of them?” He nodded. Wow.

Joel took your hand again and the two of you walked towards his front door, and then through it into his front hall. Just as you’d thought from seeing the outside, the inside was welcoming and warm. You could see that it wasn’t messy, but he hadn’t really tidied — maybe he hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up or assume anything. Sarah’s soccer bag was by the front door, and a pile of shoes teetered by the front closet. As you stepped into the living room you noticed a blanket hastily thrown over the back of the couch. There were some books on the coffee table, as well as a pile of what looked like Sarah’s schoolwork.

The walls were deep, forest green, and the furnishings drew you in like a warm hug. As you peered into the kitchen, you noticed that other than some dishes in the sink, it was pretty neat. 

You realized Joel hadn’t followed you and turned to find him watching you explore. He looked worried, but like he was trying to hide it, despite running his hand through his hair and giving himself away.

“It’s lovely, Joel. It feels like—” you cut yourself off, but you could see he wanted to know what you thought. “It feels like a home.” 

He smiled and looked down, hand on the back of his neck. “That’s probably Sarah’s influence, not my doing.” You shook your head. 

“I don’t believe you. Not now that I know what you’re capable of, with that garden outside.” He smiled as you stepped closer to him.

“Do you want a drink, darlin’?” He placed his hands lightly on your hips and squeezed. You hummed and placed your hands on his chest in response. “I think,” you started, stepping closer to bring your chest in contact with his, sliding your hands around his neck, “that I don’t want a drink.”

He smirked. “No?”

You shook your head. “No. I think—” your mouth was so close to his, almost touching. “I think I’d like—” he leaned closer, but you turned your head so he kissed the corner of your mouth. “A tour.”

It took him a minute to respond. “A tour?”

“Mm-hmm.” You nodded, and hid your smile. “You know, see the rest of your house.” You paused, drawing it out. “Maybe your bedroom.” 

You felt him grin against your cheek and he tightened his arms around you. “Oh baby, you only had to ask.” His voice was deep and you could feel it vibrating in your chest.

He spun you around so that you were facing the stairs and started to walk backwards. “Well, here you see the living room. That’s the kitchen,” he nodded in its direction. “The backyard has a bigger garden.” You perked up, but he pulled you in and kept you in front of him. “Later, gorgeous. We’ve got places to be.” 

You laughed. “Is “places” your bed?”

He grinned, unrepentantly. “See? My smart girl.” You reacted to that in a way you hadn’t expected, and you knew he could see it. You could almost feel your pulse pick up and your breath hitched. But you had something else on your mind. 

“Can I glance at the backyard, Joel?” 

He smiled. “Course you can, darlin’.” He changed directions and led you to the sliding glass door at the back of the kitchen instead.

You stood at the door, and Joel turned on the back porch light to let you look. He was right, it was hard to see much outside, but you could tell even then that there were plants growing everywhere. You could see the path that led away from the porch and then split in different directions. Part of you wanted to go outside and explore it, right then, but Joel stepped up behind you and placed his hands on your waist. He kissed your neck and murmured, “I’ll show you everything tomorrow, darlin’. When we can see it.” You nodded and leaned back into him. He ran his lips softly along your jaw before pressing another kiss in front of your ear. In a low, warm voice, he asked, “can I kiss you, gorgeous?”

You smiled. “You are kissing me, Joel.” 

He squeezed your hips before turning you and stepping close. “I told you earlier, honey, I’ve been thinking about the way you kissed me in your office. I can’t stop thinking about it.” His right hand came up to touch your face. “The way it felt to have you pressed against me. The soft noises you made when I kissed you right.” He ran his thumb lightly across your lips. “The way you fit just right in my arms.” 

“Me too, Joel.” You closed your eyes and saw the moment again. Joel, between your legs as you perched on the desk, driving every thought right out of your mind with his touch. With his lips.

“So honey,” he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Can I kiss you again?” You opened your mouth to say yes, but the sound of the ‘y’ was barely out of your mouth before his lips met yours. 

You felt him everywhere. His hands held you in place, one at the back of your neck, one curving around to your back. The warmth of him pressed against you, so solid. His kiss grounded you and set you alight.

He started slow, but before long the passion you’d found against your desk returned. You opened your mouth and he took advantage, his tongue teasing along your bottom lip before sweeping inside.

You opened your legs and Joel stepped forward, reaching down to hitch one around his hips, which came forward and nestled right against yours. You sighed into the kiss, and he broke away to press kisses along your jaw and down your neck. “You feel perfect against me, honey,” he murmured, pulling your hips forward against his own. You felt the warm length of his cock through his jeans. “Like you were made to fit in my arms.” You brought your own up and around his neck and buried your hands in his hair, returning his kisses along the collar of his shirt.

“I’ve been thinking about how you pressed me against my desk all week, Joel.” He hummed and tilted his head to give you better access. “Almost did let you get in my pants right there.” 

He laughed. “I would’a jumped at the chance, gorgeous. I know I already told you but, well, I’ve had a bit of a crush on you, you know.”

“Oh?” You smiled, and leaned back to rest your head against the glass door, meeting his gaze. His lips were adorably red and a bit swollen, his hair tousled and messy. You liked the look on him.

“Mm-hmm. Couldn’t take my eyes off you that first day, or any day since, if I’m bein’ honest.” He smiled ruefully. “You swept me off my feet, honey.” You bit your lip. He watched.

“In a way, you did the same to me, you know.” 

He shook his head. “Baby, we both know you didn’t like me—”

“No, Joel. Even if I was blaming you for whatever had gone wrong that day, I still couldn’t ignore you. I already told you you’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen. I wasn’t lying. And god, I was so mad that you were so hot. Especially after I poured coffee all over myself.” You laughed. “You sure do inspire strong emotions in me, handsome.” He grinned. 

“Well, baby, I sure am glad those emotions turned positive.”

“It didn’t take long, Joel. I was avoiding the truth.”

He shrugged. “We still got here.” He squeezed your hips. 

“Finally,” you teased. He kissed you in retaliation. 

“Speaking of here, Joel, when do I get the rest of my tour?” You pursed your lips against a smile and tried to look serious. He laughed.

“My apologies, darlin’, please follow me. I’ve saved the best for last.” You laughed too, knowing exactly where he was taking you. He guided you towards the stairs and you separated, finally, and followed him up, taking the chance to admire him from behind. It was a nice view. 

At the top of the stairs, Joel turned again and took your hand. He stood there and pointed at the doors down the hall, starting with the one at the far end. “That’s Sarah’s room, and her bathroom. That’s the guest room, but really it’s Tommy’s.” He pointed at the one in between Sarah’s and the door you were stopped next to. “And here we are,” he pulled you close and tucked you into his side as he opened that final door. “Last stop on the tour.” He used his grip on your hip to guide you in front of him, and you took in his bedroom.

Your first thought was that it was just like him. A bit messy, but warm. Inviting. Heavy wooden bed, nice furniture, decorations and furnishings that were clearly chosen with purpose — it all fit right into your mental image of Joel. He might not have tidied, but it did look like he’d made up the bed with clean sheets.

“Hmmm,” you let him wait for your answer. “I like it.” 

He huffed a laugh and buried his face in your neck again. “Well, ain’t that a relief.” You laughed, too. 

Joel stepped closer until he was flush against your back. You leaned into him, closing your eyes and sinking into his warmth and the feel of him. “Can I kiss you, darlin’?” His voice was playful as he asked you again for permission, and you quirked an eyebrow.

He started pressing kisses up your neck and you dropped your head to the right to give him better access. “Hmm, you are kissing me, Joel. You have been.”

He opened his mouth and ran his teeth down your neck before closing them and worrying a mark at the edge of your shoulder. You sighed and let him take your weight, leaning back into him fully. “Can I kiss you everywhere, baby?” As he asked, he slid his left hand down over your stomach until it rested right above your core. He flattened his hand and pressed down as he pressed another kiss below your ear. “Can I kiss you right here?” 

You felt suddenly like you were on fire. A sharp tingle ran up your spine and over your scalp as you gasped. Your hands moved without your conscious input until they were clutching at the arm he still had wrapped around your waist. You couldn’t find your words, but you opened your legs wider, and you felt him grin against your neck. 

“Oh, does my pretty girl like that?” A breathy, high pitched sigh escaped you as he started moving his hand lower. “Hmm, I think you like that. ” He kissed your neck as his hand moved down to cup your pussy lightly. “Which part is it that you like, baby? Is it that I think you’re pretty?” You did like that, but that wasn’t it and he could tell. “But you knew that already. Is it that I called you mine?” Your breath hitched again and you tilted your hips up to give him better access. He tightened his grip. “That’s my good girl.” You reacted before you consciously recognized his words, a soft moan slipping between your lips. You felt Joel grin into your neck.

“I gotta ask you again, baby. Can I kiss you? Right here?” He squeezed his left hand over your pussy and you sucked in a breath. “What was it you said outside… ‘make a hallelujah of my body.’ Let me do that for you, baby. Can I give you my mouth? Let me see how pretty you are when you come, honey. Can I?”

His words shook you into motion, and you nodded, finally. “Yes, Joel.” You couldn’t believe he remembered what you’d said. Your voice was breathy and you could hear your own arousal taking over. “Please.”

“Shh, honey, I got you.” he slid his hand back up to your hip, and you almost protested before he started to guide you forward. “I’ll give you everything you want.” He turned you and guided you down to sit on the edge of his bed before kneeling in front of you. Your eyes tracked him the whole way down. 

Joel placed his hands on your knees and you watched as he slowly slid them up your thighs, skirting around where you wanted them most before coming to rest at the waistband of your pants. You sighed and he pulled lightly on the waistband before undoing the button, urging you to move your hips forward towards the edge of the bed. He murmured, “c’mere, honey.” His voice was somehow even deeper than before, rumbling gently over you. Your eyes fluttered shut.

He tugged your pants down gently, taking your underwear with them. You fought the urge to close your legs against his scrutiny, but as quick as they were gone his hands returned and held your thighs apart. You opened your eyes, not wanting to miss a minute of him between your knees.

“Let me see that pretty pussy, honey. Been dying to set my eyes on every inch of you. Was torture, feeling how warm and wet you were even through your pants, back at the bar.” His words made your cheeks burn, but you stopped yourself from pulling away and opened your thighs, letting them fall to either side. His eyes immediately locked on what you revealed to him. He quirked that half smile that had caught your eye from the very beginning. 

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, and scooted closer. He leaned forward, and you felt his breath against your inner thighs. It made you shiver. “I can’t wait to taste you, honey. I know you’re going to be sweet.” He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. Your breath hitched. “And juicy.” He grinned. 

You laughed. “Been wet down there for a while, I know you know that.”

“Well, darlin’, don’t leave me hanging. How long is a while?” He brought one of his hands forward and teased lightly along your slit with his fingers. You squirmed.

“Since, ah,” you sighed as he pressed a kiss right above your pussy. “Since you kissed me in my kitchen. And then, well, you kept touching me. And dancing, and then on your lap—” You cut yourself off.

He caught your eye again, and his eyes were dark. “Baby, you been wet all night? Just like this?” You nodded, biting your lip. “Should’a told me. I’m not the kind of man that leaves a woman waiting.” He splayed his hands on your hips and moved his thumbs down to rest gently on each of your lips. 

You sucked in a breath. “Oh?”

Joel nodded, and grinned. His expression was all lust and mischief. “Goes against my principles.” You laughed. He was cute like this, talkative and dirty. You had no idea he’d be so talkative in bed, but you loved it. 

He pressed down with each thumb and opened your pussy to his gaze. Suddenly you were overwhelmed – sitting there, legs splayed open to him, with his thumbs spreading your pussy wide was so much. It was heady and the air roiled around you, thick with arousal. It almost made your eyes roll back in your head. 

“Joel--“ you started, but he didn’t let you finish.

“You just sit back and let me take care of you, honey.” He leaned close and you could feel his breath against your entrance. “You’re all messy down here. Be a good girl for me and let me clean you up, alright?” You moaned and fell back on the bed as his mouth finally made contact where you wanted it the most.

You’d been trembling since his thumbs had opened you up to him. You felt his hot breath first, and then his tongue, pressed firmly against you as he licked you in a stripe up your pussy, ending at your clit. You gasped and clenched the comforter in your fists. He held you firmly in place as you squirmed, hands pressing on your hips and holding you open. Before you could catch your breath he did it again, the flat of his tongue lapping at you from your entrance. His mouth reached your clit again and he teased the tip of his tongue in a circle around it. The sensation sent vibrations through you as you thrust your hips towards his face.

He hummed into you. “You taste so good, honey.” His voice was low, almost a growl. “Don’t know how I’ll ever get enough.” He started circling your clit lightly with his tongue and you heard a high-pitched whine erupt from you. He chuckled darkly without moving his mouth away from you. 

You felt like you’d had the wind knocked out of you at the first touch of his tongue. You felt exposed, but somehow in a good way. You looked down and watched his head bobbing as he worked you over, your whole body shaking in response. 

His eyes were closed and the look on his face was pure bliss.

“Oh my god, Joel, I—” You gasped as he moved down to tease your entrance with his tongue. “Fuck.” He pressed lightly around it in circles before pressing down with just the tip. You held your breath and you swore you could feel him smile as he pressed it inside you. You let out something that sounded suspiciously like a sob.

Joel’s tongue pushed all the way inside you and he closed his mouth over your hole and kissed you, just like he’d promised. His mouth felt just as amazing there as it did everywhere else. He sucked lightly and your muscles loosened like they were jelly. You felt waves of pure pleasure crash over you, tingling over your scalp and down your back in time with the thrusts of his tongue. He curved his tongue upwards and hummed and you almost clenched your knees around his head, pure reflex — you would have, if his hands weren’t still pinning you in place. Right where he wanted you.

He moved his hands for the first time and his left came over your hips, his forearm like a bar holding you down. His right moved down and you shook with the knowledge of its destination. His tongue slipped from you slowly, and you almost protested, but before you could, his tongue moved smoothly back up to your clit and his fingers took its place. You felt him touch you in two places — his tongue, lightly curling around your clit before pressing down with delicious pressure, and his finger, rubbing lightly at your entrance, teasing around it in a circle. You heaved in a breath as you forced yourself to let go of the comforter with your right hand. It had almost cramped, and you shook it out, laughing at yourself. Hand now free, you ran your fingers through his hair. He hummed and tilted his head — you took the invitation and clutched at his hair tightly.

Joel’s mouth broke you apart expertly. His tongue played your clit like he knew exactly what you liked. His finger teased at your entrance before pushing in slowly, so slowly you couldn’t help but feel every single millimeter. He curled it upwards and touched a part of you that sent sensations radiating up your torso and down your legs, little lightning strikes that took what remained of your breath away. You could hardly focus on anything but the pleasure that was building steadily all through your body, pooling in your hips and spreading upwards until you were breathing it in. 

Joel slid his finger out but quickly replaced it with two. The stretch was delicious. In some distant, still lucid part of your brain, you wondered how big his cock would feel if his fingers felt like this. When he curled the two of them together your back arched off the bed as you moaned, but he held you firmly in place with his forearm across your hips. His mouth didn’t move back even an inch. 

You felt like you were slipping downwards into the heat of his mouth and the steady thrusts of his fingers, suddenly teetering on the precipice, ready to fall apart. “Joel, I—” you gasped in a breath. “I’m close, Joel, fuck—” He pressed closer, tongue pressing firmly on your clit, lips closing around it to lightly suck. At the same time his fingers thrust inside you and curled right into the spot that felt like heaven, like he was pressed against the deepest part of you, reaching inside of you and touching every part of you. And you fell over the edge.

It felt like falling. Like you slipped from a great height, a swooping sensation low in your stomach. Your body curved upwards even as you felt heavy, suddenly dizzy as you spun in place. It came over you like lightning, like electricity running from the tip of your head to the bottom of your feet, like it was scouring your veins and leaving nothing but pleasure behind. 

You heard yourself breathing heavily like you’d just run a marathon. You felt emptied, empty of everything but pleasure and heat and the feel of Joel’s mouth, open against your clit. He worked you through it, tonguing at you lightly, guiding you back to yourself from the heights he’d expertly ushered you towards only moments before. 

You were stunned. You couldn’t move your arms or legs, could only breathe, your chest heaving. Your eyes were wide and staring up at the ceiling. It distantly occurred to you that the feeling was becoming too much. “J—” you tried, and failed. You sucked in a breath and tried again. “Joel, sto—” somehow, he got the message and lifted his face from you. His fingers stilled. 

He was breathing heavily too, you could feel it against your thighs. You took a deep breath and lifted your head to look for him.

He was waiting for you. Joel’s eyes met yours and you couldn’t look away. He looked wrecked. His face was red and he was absolutely covered in you. You could see it, glistening on his skin. 

He was smiling.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, baby.” His voice was breathless, but still deep. You realized idly that you were still wearing your top and you almost couldn’t believe it. You felt like he’d stripped you bare and turned the whole of you inside out with his mouth. And he was somehow still fully clothed himself. “Can’t believe how good it felt, the way you came apart on my tongue.” He licked his bottom lip and you watched, tracking it. He brought one of his hands up to his face and wiped down his cheeks, thumb on one side and fingers on the other. He was still a mess, after, but he looked down at his hand and then met your eyes again and smirked. He brought it up to his mouth and licked, slowly cleaning up what you’d left behind. 

Your mouth fell open, watching him. You felt your arousal building again. Your legs twitched.

When he was finished you looked back up to meet his eyes and found him watching you watch him. His eyes were dark and intent.

“That’s one, baby.” 

You blinked, taking in his words. “One?” You felt like you could barely think, still reeling from the power of the orgasm he pulled from you and the sight of him reveling in it afterwards.

“That’s right,” he answered, finally leaning back and sitting on his heels. He winked at you. “You think I could be happy with just one, after seeing the way you just fell apart for me? No,” he chuckled, and rose slowly to his feet. It felt obscene, having him standing over you fully clothed while you laid there, legs splayed open for him, chest heaving. More obscene than anything else you’d done tonight, and he wasn’t even touching you. “One just isn’t enough. I need to see it again. Need to watch. Been thinking about it, imagining it.” He started undoing the buttons of his shirt and you finally gathered the strength to sit up, your hands flying forward to stop him. You met his eyes as you pushed his hands out of the way to take over and undo his buttons yourself. He nodded and you held his gaze as you undid the last button. He shrugged out of the shirt and let it fall to the floor behind him. “I need to see it up close, honey.”

Your hands came to rest lightly on his chest and your eyes followed. Joel might call you gorgeous, but looking at him took your breath away. He was strong, built, even if not overly defined. You could see the strength in his body, in his arms, strength that was earned from his job and from being a dad. You wanted him to touch you again. Right as you thought it, like he could see inside your mind, his right hand came up and lifted your chin. You could feel the lingering moisture from being inside you on his fingers.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He smiled at you. “Think you should take off that shirt, baby.” You smiled back. 

“Only if you take off these pants.” You slid your hand down to press against the front of his jeans. Joel’s hips stuttered forward at your touch and you grinned. He took a step back, letting his hand fall away toward his own waist band. He nodded at your shirt and you raised your hands, too. You slid your shirt upwards at the same moment he unbuttoned his pants, revealing his cock to your eyes for the first time. It stood hard and proud against his stomach. It was big. You felt your eyes widen at the sight, and you reached a hand out without thinking. He stepped forward to meet it.

You didn’t put your hand around him, but rather ran your fingertips down the length of his cock, from tip to root. He grabbed your wrist and held your hand still, grunting. Your eyes flew back up to meet his own and you suddenly realized you were panting, mouth dropped open.

“Not yet, baby.” Joel took a deep breath. “Will you let me give you another one? I want to watch you come again, gorgeous, want to see it up close this time.” He eased you back onto the bed and slowly crawled over you, until he was hovering above you, hands next to your head. When he paused there you realized he was waiting for your answer. You smiled.

“You’d better.” 

He laughed. “Oh yeah? Is that how it is?” You grinned and nodded. He eyed you, eyes dark with desire. “M’gonna wipe that grin off your face, beautiful. I’m gonna make you come so hard you can’t say anything but my name, can only feel me inside you. Nothing else.” You licked your bottom lip, his words holding you in place under his gaze. “Gotta watch it on your face this time.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, almost gentle. “Wanna see it in your eyes. Can you keep ‘em open for me, honey? Be my good girl, let me see you?” You nodded, speechless, and he grinned. “Yeah, of course you can. I knew you’d be so good for me.” 

Joel finally brought his mouth down again and this time it wasn’t gentle. His tongue swept inside and tangled with yours, and your hands flew up to tangle in his hair, to hold him there. You could taste yourself on his tongue; you whimpered into his mouth. He licked the sound from you and claimed it as his own.

You were already spinning in circles, dazed by his kiss, when he lifted his right hand and started to tease his fingers down your collarbone. The gentle sensation contrasted amazingly with the hungry way he devoured your mouth and you squirmed. He sank his teeth into your bottom lip before pulling away to press hot kisses down your cheek to your neck, where he worried another mark with his teeth. 

“You know, darlin’,” he murmured into your neck, voice deep. “I didn’t get a chance to say how much I like, no, love your tits.” He slid his right hand down to cup your right breast and you pushed your chest into his hand. He smiled against your neck. “Jesus, you’re perfect. Perfect pussy, perfect tits, perfect orgasm, perfect everything.” He kissed you again. “Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this. How could I, hmm?” He bit down on your shoulder and you moaned. “’S impossible. Sweet as honey, you know. Sweet, and gorgeous, and sexy, and so fucking smart,” he left a trail of soft kisses down your chest as he praised you and your head was spinning with it. He pressed his forehead to your chest, mouth resting right against your breast as he spoke. “My good girl.” You trembled, chest heaving. Almost broken apart again just by his voice, his words. “So fucking good for me.”

Joel pressed his lips to your breast and then moved his mouth to your nipple. He teased it with his tongue. “Mm, Joel—” you wanted to try to return his words, to tell him how you felt the same way. He was so much, he was everything. “I—” your breath hitched again as he worried your nipple with his teeth. “You—” you couldn’t get a sentence out. Couldn’t put it together to begin with. You sighed. 

“I’ve never felt like this before, Joel.” Your voice was breathy but strong. Joel picked his head up to look at you again and you reached out to cup his cheek. “You’re so… Joel. No one has ever made me feel this good. I feel— You’re—” you bit your lip. You felt dangerously close to saying something it was way too early to say, even as you felt yourself falling towards it. You lightened your tone. “You’ll never get rid of me now.” You smiled, but his face was serious.

“Baby, I’d never want to. I want you here,” he pressed his hand into your chest. “Right here. Under me, over me, with me—” he cut himself off and took a deep breath. “I want you right where you are, honey.” You wondered if you were both holding back from saying anything that was too much, too soon for your first date. Your first date, you reminded yourself sternly. You were feeling a lot for this man, sure, but you knew you had time to get where you were headed. You had time. You smiled, and cupped his face in both hands. 

“Under you, huh?”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “What?”

You focused and moved your hands to tangle your fingers in his hair, guiding his mouth back to your chest. “Under him” had reminded you, and your voice was breathy as you recited,

"i like my body when it is with your body.  It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body.  i like what it does, i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss,"  

Your breath hitched on the word “kiss”, interrupting you, as Joel suddenly dropped his forehead to rest against your sternum. He cursed, voice low. “Fuck.” You could see and feel him trembling. You gathered yourself and continued,

"i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new..."

You trailed off as Joel cursed again. “Fuck, baby. That’s a poem?” You grinned.

“It is.” You felt yourself breathing a bit hard, like you’d just sprinted towards him. “Did you like it?”

Joel finally lifted his head and you saw that he was wrecked. His pupils were huge, his hair everywhere from tangling between your fingers. He was breathing hard and fast. “Did I like it?” he asked, voice absolutely incredulous. He surged forward to capture your mouth in a searing kiss. 

By the time he released you every thought had fled your mind, and all you knew was his mouth on yours. “Baby, I can’t believe how goddamn lucky I am. Shit.” He drew in a shuddering breath. “I do like kissing this and that of you,” he repeated your words back to you, voice deep. “I do like the thrill of you, right here.” He pressed a quick kiss to your sternum, right in between your breasts.

You reached out to cup his face in your hands again. “You have me Joel. Now, I believe you promised me something.” 

He grinned. “That I did, gorgeous.” He turned his face to kiss both of your palms one after another, before ducking back down to pick up right where he left off. He licked at your left nipple and tweaked the other with his right thumb. You smiled, sinking back into the tide of pleasure he drew over you so easily, so expertly. 

As his tongue continued to work, he leaned to the left and slipped his right hand down your chest. His fingertips played over your breast and your stomach and your hip, coming to rest right above where he’d kissed you only moments ago. You twisted both hands in his hair. “Yes, Joel.” You urged him onward, spreading your legs to give him better access. You felt him smile against your chest.

His fingertips moved lower, brushing against your slit gently. “How are we feeling down here, honey? Sensitive?” He pressed his fingertips lightly between your folds, gently touching your clit. 

You were a little sensitive, sure, but not in a bad way. You told him so. “Feels good, Joel.” 

He hummed. “Feels wet, honey. Is this pussy always like this?” He swiped his finger gently from your clit to your entrance, and you felt the glide of how wet you were. 

You shook your head. “’S just for you, Joel.” You breathed it, almost whispered it, and he pressed a kiss to your right breast in response. 

“Well, I do like the sound of that.” He used two fingers to press more firmly against your entrance. “I like your body, ‘n what it does.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he repeated the line back to you. He kissed his way back up your torso as he slowly pressed in with his fingers, but stopped with just the tips inside of you, just past your entrance. He pressed his mouth to your neck again. “So responsive, so good. All for me.” He nipped at your jaw as he pressed his fingers just a bit further inside, teasing you. You squirmed, trying to thrust forward on them, but he held them in place.

“How wet do you think we can get you, honey?” He pressed in further, but then withdrew again so just the tips were inside again. You protested, wordlessly. He soothed you with a kiss to your cheek. “I want you to soak my cock. I want you so wet that when I slip inside it’s smooth like silk.” You gasped as his fingers slid inside you again, further this time, but he withdrew them again. He was teasing you and holding you right at the edge, not quite letting you relax into it. It was just on the right side of too much. “So beautiful, baby, the way you want these fingers inside of you. Is this what you need, honey?” You nodded as he slipped the two fingers back inside of you. He stayed there, this time, and curled them upwards. You gasped. “Yeah, you need it. Need these fingers to open you up, hmm? Need to get you ready to take this cock.” He thrust his hips against your leg, and you felt it, warm and heavy and ready for you. 

“I need it,” you agreed, voice thin. He withdrew his fingers again and you started to say no, stop, wait, anything, but before you could even shape your mouth around the words he plunged them back into you, deep. So fucking deep, it felt perfect. His fingers filled you again and you imagined how his cock would feel and you moaned. 

“That’s right, honey.” You opened your eyes to find him watching you, intent. “You’re taking my fingers so well, so easy. Like every part of me was meant to be inside you.” He kissed you, quick. “My tongue, my fingers. My cock.” He twisted his fingers inside you, starting to thrust, ending each one with a curl, touching that spot that you felt echo through your body like a lightning bolt. “I want to make you feel so good, honey. Want to be inside of you, want to touch you everywhere. Want my mouth on every inch of you.” He brought his thumb to your clit, pressing gently in small circles in time with his thrusts and the combination brought your impending orgasm much closer, suddenly, much higher. Suddenly desperate, you reached up to bring his mouth to yours. His wicked mouth, with these words that were causing every thought to fall right out of your head.

Joel took his cue from you and captured your mouth as his hand worked you higher and higher. You felt seconds away from another precipice and it almost took you by surprise when you launched over it, thrown into an orgasm in the palm of his hand. It washed over you, sinking you beneath its waves, drawing you under into a brief oblivion. You blinked and realized Joel was speaking lowly into your ear, “—at’s it, honey, just beautiful. God, you’re so fucking gorgeous when you come. So perfect. So good for me, honey. So fucking good. Can’t wait to sink my cock inside you, to feel how warm and wet and perfect you are inside. Don’t know how I go so lucky, but I’m going to make you feel so fucking good. Gonna be so good to you, sweetheart.”

As you caught your breath, chest heaving, you breathed, “you’re pretty good at this, cowboy.” 

He met your eye and raised an eyebrow. “Cowboy, huh? Is that the one” 

You shrugged. “Yeah. D’you like it?”

“Like it?” The grin that took over his mouth was slow and beautiful. “Honey, I want you to call me whatever you want.” He cupped your face in his hand, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone. “But I don’t just like it. I love it.”

You grinned back at him, turning to nip at his thumb, and he laughed. “Ok, cowboy.” He thrust his hips down and you felt his cock, still hard, as it pushed against your hip. “About time we took care of you, now, yeah?” You kissed his palm and met his eye. He smiled.

“You think I ain’t been enjoying myself? Almost came, watching you fall apart on my fingers, you know.” You smiled back at him. “Been thinking about this, since that time in your office. How good it would feel to have you under me. Been dreaming about this pussy.” You gasped as he shifted his hips to the right and nudged lightly at your slit with his cock.

“M— me, too, Joel,” you sighed. “Your cock felt so good against me in my office, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Wanting it.”

“Sweetheart, you can have this cock whenever you want. It’s yours.” He thrust against you again, and the head of his cock brushed up your slit again, not quite nudging inside. You moaned. “Nowhere else it wants to be, except inside you. Shit.” He muttered the last word as the tip of his cock breached your folds, tapping lightly against your clit. Your mouth fell open and you tried to open your legs for him, but he was straddling you, keeping you from giving him any more room. “Shit, honey, you feel that?” He nudged forward, and the head of his cock nudged against your clit again. You keened. “Yeah, you do. Fuck.” He moved his hips lightly back and forth, barely any distance at all, but it felt like more as the hard head of his cock pressed repeatedly against your clit. You were so sensitive, but he was being so careful, so soft. “How is this already so fucking good?” He whispered the question, but you felt it too.

He hovered there for what felt like hours. It was working you up, this slow, soft touch, this barely there connection. His warm cock, not even all the way inside your folds, not even inside you, just nudging you, stoking your fire. “Shit,” you breathed. “Joel, I—” you opened your eyes, not realizing you’d closed them, to find him holding himself up with his face right above yours. Your mouth was hanging open.

“Mmm, honey,” he answered, watching you. “You look gorgeous like this.” He nudged forward again, and you sighed. “Can’t believe how good you feel under me, how pretty you are, how amazing—” he thrust forward again and you both moaned. You were panting. “I think we need to get a condom, baby, before we get carried away.” He winked at you as he said it and you managed a laugh. 

“I’m on birth control, Joel.” His hips stuttered forward. 

“Shit, you mean—” you nodded and he froze, before pressing down to kiss you deeply. The head of his cock rested against your clit and was squeezed between you as his weight bore down. You opened your mouth and he licked inside, frantic. “Fuck, yes, ok. Fuck. It’s been… well, ages since I've had any sex, darlin’, and even longer since I had it bare.”

You shivered. “Me too, Joel.” He nodded and lifted himself back up.

You bit your lip, looking up at him. He watched, tracing your lips with his thumb, eyes traveling over your face. He opened his mouth to say something (something absolutely devastatingly hot, if recent evidence was any guide), but you didn’t let him say it. You shoved, suddenly, at his chest, and the surprised look on his face made you grin. You followed through and pushed him over, turning him so you landed on top, straddling his hips this time. He froze for a moment, lying on his back, stunned. You were looking down at him, grinning triumphantly, and so you watched his face change from shock to viciously turned on. “You’re so fucking hot, honey, fuck.” 

He reached out to grasp your hips and squeezed, pulling you down to sit firmly on top of him. He pulled you down right on his cock, and you threw your head back. “Mmm, Joel,” you murmured as your pussy slid right over his hard cock. 

“Yeah? Feel good, baby?” He urged your hips forward and back, sliding you over his length. “You feel amazing on my cock, just like I knew you would. So warm and soft and wet.” He sighed and thrust his hips upwards. “You want to sit on it, honey? Take me inside? Let me open you up? Let me fill you up with this cock? Gonna fit so nice in there, honey, so tight. A perfect fit.” His words were washing over you again, so heady, so dirty. 

You didn’t know if you’d have pegged Joel as a dirty talker before this date but fuck, you couldn’t imagine him any other way, now. He was so fucking good at it.

“Yes, Joel,” you breathed. “Please, I wanna sit on it.”

He smiled at you and squeezed your hips as he tugged you down again. You felt his cock slide deeper against you, head nudging at your clit like it had been just a moment before, only now his entire length nestled right inside your folds. It was perfect. “Shh, honey, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

He urged your hips upwards with his hands, and you followed, lifting yourself up. You gasped as you felt the tip of his cock move down through your folds, almost where you wanted it. You looked down and met his eyes again. His mouth was open, watching you, as he shifted your hips forward just a bit. It was just enough to align his cock perfectly as it slid lower and lower until it notched, like a key into a lock, right at your entrance. Your breath caught. 

“Look at you,” Joel murmured. He held you up, right over his cock, about to sink down. “So fucking gorgeous.” He loosened his grip suddenly and your hips slid down before you could catch yourself, sliding the tip of his cock just inside of you. You released your breath on a sigh. “Fuck”, the word erupted from him. “Goddamn, honey. You’re pressing on me so tight,” his tongue slid along his lower lip as he loosened his grip again, letting you slip down just a little further. The head of his cock suddenly fully inside of you, so wide, so hot, it made your head spin.

“Joel—”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Let me in. Open up for me, baby, just like that. Fuck.” And inch by inch, that’s what you did — your legs were trembling, and his hands held you up and let you slide down, bit by bit, splitting you open, until your pussy came flush with his pelvis. “Shit, you’re taking me so well, honey.” You sat there, chest heaving, feeling every inch of him inside of you, warm and hard and just fucking right. You’d never felt so full in your goddamn life. “Good fucking girl, sitting on this cock. Look so pretty up there. So sexy.” You smiled, and shifted your hips just slightly. You both moaned. “Can’t believe how good your cunt feels, honey. Like it was made for this cock.” You hummed at the idea. You liked it.

You slid your hands forward on Joel’s chest until they were resting under his collarbones, and used the leverage to lift your hips, just a bit. Your mouth fell open at the feeling and your eyes locked with his. “Fuck yeah, baby, take what you want.” He watched as you did just that, lifting yourself up until just the head of his cock was inside you, and then sinking back down to take him fully. You stopped for just a moment, looking at each other, before your breath hitched and you did it again. And again. And again. 

Joel groaned, and released the grip of his right hand on your hip to move it to the back of your neck. “C’mere, gorgeous,” he muttered, pulling you down into a searing kiss. You gasped into it, and he took the opportunity to sink his tongue into your mouth again. His left hand urged you to keep up the movement of your hips, drawing his cock in and out of you. Your legs shook and felt like jelly, though, and suddenly you sank against his chest. “Mm, tired, honey?” You laughed, and buried your face in his neck. He rubbed his hands up and down your back. “Why don’t you let me take over from here?”

With no other warning, Joel flipped you, cock sliding out of you as he arranged you underneath him, and then immediately sliding back inside of you as he held your legs open. You gasped. “Shit,” he whispered, “that’s it.” Joel started to roll his hips, thrusting his cock inside of you, and you sank your hands into his hair as you pulled him back into a kiss. He reached down and tilted your hips upwards, and the new angle had his cock hitting something deep inside you that made you whine in response.

“Yeah, honey, that’s it.” He repeated, striking a rhythm that sent you spiraling, moaning his name. “Give me one more. That’s my good girl, yeah? Give me one more.” You shook your head, not sure you could, even though his cock felt so good inside of you, but he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I know you can do it, sweetheart. My good girl can do it, can’t she? So good for me, honey.” His pace was relentless, working you over, and then he reached his right hand down in between you to gently rub at your clit, matching the same rhythm as his thrusts. 

You sobbed out your next breath, and he pressed gentle kisses across your cheek.

“That’s right, my gorgeous girl, you can do it. Let me have it. Let me see it again.” He breathed his praises into your neck and the competing sensations of the softness with his mouth and the absolutely devastating way he was fucking you overwhelmed your senses. “C’mon. Do it for me.” 

And you did – one more time, one more orgasm ripped through your senses and crashed into you. You sobbed his name, one single, resounding, “Joel,” as you came. He groaned, and his hips stuttered.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” His rhythm picked up, and you knew he was close. “So fucking beautiful when you come, fuck. You feel so fucking perfect. So hot so tight so wet I’m gonna— shit, I’m gonna—” And it was your turn to watch him come, to watch the pleasure wash over him as he emptied inside of you. His face was beautiful as his mouth formed the shape of your name, whispering it reverently as he came. You blinked, watching it, unable to look away.

Joel’s hips stilled, and his forehead came down slowly to rest against your own. You were both breathing heavily, chests touching every time you breathed in, nipples brushing against his chest sending daggers of sensation through you. You were exhausted, and spent, and worn out, and happier than you could remember being in a long time. You could feel him everywhere, feel the joy everywhere, down to your toes. 

Joel breathed deeply and then murmured, low and sweet, “honey, you are so fucking amazing.” He kissed your cheek. “Can’t believe I caught your eye, somehow. Can’t believe you’re here with me.” 

You smiled, but laughed. “Can’t believe it?” You tilted your hips a bit and you both gasped at the sensation of him moving inside of you, no longer hard but still very much present.

He chuckled. “‘M trying to say sweet things to you, you little troublemaker.” You hummed. “Trying to tell you that’s the best night I’ve ever had, no contest. To tell you I can’t wait to take you on another date, and ten more after that. A hundred.” He kissed you right at the corner of your eye, and then on your nose, which made you laugh again. “To beg you to stay the night, because all I want is to hold you in my arms as long as I can.” 

You cleared your throat, overwhelmed. “Those are, um, those are pretty sweet things, Joel.” He pressed his smile into your cheek again. You wanted to reciprocate but he had fucked all of your thoughts right out of your head, so you settled for agreement. “I’m not going anywhere, cowboy. You’ll have to kick me out.” He grinned and pressed another soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

…

you (1:17 AM): staying the night 😇

bestie (1:18 AM): !!! (1:18 AM): text me when you wake up or else (1:18 AM): and tell me all about it tomorrow (1:19 AM): and by it I mean 🍆

you (1:19 AM): i will 🙄

...

a/n: see you next Friday 🥰 Poems quoted in this chapter:

From Ross Gay’s Spring section of “Letters from Two Gardens”: https://orionmagazine.org/article/letters-from-two-gardens/ From e. e. cummings: https://allpoetry.com/i-like-my-body-when-it-is-with-your

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Thorn in my way

Coriolanus snow x fem reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: Kinda smut doesn't go that great I tried 😭

Summary: C. Snow soon finds out he has completion with someone one equally cruel and to reach to the top no matter the cost leading him to drive ti the top or second.

As Coriolanus Snow soon heard of how the academy would be giving out a scholarship to the mentor of the winner of the Hunger Games which had made him both nervous and cocky thinking of this as his chance as he had been an amazing student a good one at that and no one could compare to his level and devotion to winning or so he thought..

Coriolanus was soon assigned to a girl from distract 12 was one of the worst distracts and she wasn't in the best shape that she could perform which was good to make people like her but it was hard to work with he soon tried to think of ideas to help her odds for his win he was sure that with his smart brain, he'd sure to accomplish this task at hand. During his time with Lucy Grey, he quickly develops feelings for his tribute with this set in mind it just moves him even more restored in using cheating techniques. “Well if it isn't my competition~” he heard a voice from the back of him he tried to recognize it but failed to and was confused with their words who were in the same league as him.

He turns his head to see a beautiful girl in the academy uniform her hair was long he hair was surely beautiful and the color was like (what ur hair color resembles) her beauty was amazing he doesn't know it but his heart beast a bit faster than usual more then it does for Lucy but all Coriolanus can think about is who is this girl? Why hasn't he seen her before if she says she's his competition and her beauty would surely attract him “Y/n Impala, I'm the mentor of your little songbird teammate Reaper, well I'd like to say that you shouldn't fall in love with that girl I mean if you're trying to achieve the same goal I become the head game maker with the scholarship or are you just stupid Coriolanus” Y/n bold words give a complete shock to Coriolanus he is amazed and feels the need to win more than ever this girl has remained him of what he needs to accomplish but still he doesn't respond instead his piercing blue eyes look at her girl shorter then him recognizing her as a threat.

The girl blinks as she notices the handkerchief in his pocket and smiles as she leaps in for a hug surprising the boy with blond moppy color hair that is in long curls and his handsome complexion as she carefully takes his handkerchief with lucy greys tears after I while she lets goes and hums holding the handkerchief under her jacket.

Dr. Volumnias lab

As Coriolanus sneaks in time he smirks as his plan is coming together all he has to do is give the snake Lucy's handkerchief years right in his- sudden chills run down his back as he can't find it where could he possibly put it? He soon realizes y/n had taken it when she hugged him out of nowhere he feels anger and wants to show her not to mess with him as he will give her the consequences of her actions, he walks the halls of the Academy with an angry face as he looks for the girl he turns his head seeing the girl in the garden of the Academy her arm was bleeding straight clean cuts he looks closely to the root of the problem seeing her dig in a rose bush.

“What are you doing?” his stern deep voice says causing y/n to face him “Nothing” she replies he can tell she's lying and just asks her angrily “Where's the handkerchief? Don't deny it I know you have it” She looks back at him smiling as her arm bleeds* “Why would I give it to you? I mean give me a fair trade and I'll hand it to you not like you can force me to do it I could tell the board you're using shady tactics to cheat” he clenches his fist This girl was truly a thorn in his goal she wasn't lying about he being his match his perfect rival.

He sees long bunny ears come out of the Bush as she holds a bunny that surprisingly didn't get hurt from the thorn Bush y/n bloody arms holds the rabbit smiling and starts to walk away leaving him shocked and a bit amazed at this girl.

Knock at the door

Around 2 am y/n gets a sudden knock at her dorm door as she opens it in her long nightgown her hair is in bubble braids with ribbon in them “Which idiot woke me up in my sleep” As she takes her candle up she sees blond locks and smirks “Goldilocks” Coriolanus's face appears in front of her candlelight “I know to offer you in return for the handkerchief” *she's a bit curious to know what it is “And that is Goldilocks?” she says looking a Him with siren eyes as he pushes into her dorm putting the candle down and kissing her lips she responds with a kiss and hops on him wrapping her legs around his waist and he holds her tightly kissing her* “Mmh” *he breaks out of this kiss smirking and soon pushes her to her bed.

After a while, he takes off her nightgown and unhooking her bra he takes a moment huffing looking at her fully round breasts and her nipples (n/c) he stares at her breast and looks up at her for her consent, his eyes pleading with lust and her cheeks rosy and nods with her willingness he begins to cup her breast in his hand as and brings one to his mouth sucking on it as he plays with the other one with his hand leading her pleading “ahh~” she bites her lips holding in her moan.

After I while he takes off his shirt and pants leaving him in his trousers he kisses her lips then her jaw then her chest her stomach and stops at her clothed clit taking off her pink panties as he sees her clit he smiles at her eyes peaking at him blushing like crazy he starts to lick her clit with thick licks driving her crazy moaning to his tongue after a while she soon cums in his mouth and he smiles and began to fit his fingers in her clit making her meow like a cat in her moans.

“More-e..ahH~!” y/n says in a moan as he finger fucks her making her drunk on just his fingers “Is my rose petal losing it with just my hands~?” he teases as she nods after I big later his budget is clearly showing in his trousers and slides them down showing his 7inch cock he alines his cock right to my cliff and slowly rims in “fuck-k y/n~” (time skip I'm tired and I suck at writing smut)

As Coriolanus lays down and y/n rests her silky soft hair on his chest falling asleep he stares at her for a few moments together as she thinks about his feelings about Lucy Grey he believes he loved that girl but whenever he competes with y/n his heart beats like crazy…his face expression changes into a devilish one y/n is someone who is a capitol elite like him her by his side he could rule the caption and kissed her head soon his eyes fall on their own.

As Coriolanus's eyes slowly open from the sun shining down on his face he notices that y/n isn’t on them anymore and looks for them in the room spotting them putting on a new pair of panties and bra as she puts on her academic uniform and applies her makeup “Oh hey good morning” *she says sweetly and hands him his uniform ironed and filed nicely with the handkerchief, surprising him a bit at her act like a wife to her husband “Thanks” she fixes her hair and smiles “you can go if you’d like you don’t have to stay you know” *he smiles she hears in her voice how’d she like him to stay and starts to put on his uniform he tries to fix his long nippy blond hair but the y/n brushes it out for him leaving him blushing and smiling at the size difference him having to kneel a bit* “there you go now your so handsome” she says making him smile “we should get going the games are going to start soon”.

(jump skip to when he comes back to the Capitol after murdering 3 people including Lucy 😭)

As Coriolanus breath the capitol's air again he smirked to himself devilishly he soon entered the halls once again knowing where he stood and how he'd make a name for himself but one thing he forgot was his little rose petal y/n passed by him not noticing him as she looks even more beautiful than their last meeting she walks with bandages on her arm and a bunny in her arms “you need to stop I can keep putting my arms in Rose busses to keep getting you out of them”

He smirks at her and quickly grabs her by her waist surprising her she's about to fight whoever is touching her but realizes it's Coriolanus “OMG!” she hugs him tightly as tears slip out of her tears “I thought you were distracted 12th with that girl Lucy Grey” she says as he wipes her tears “I remembered what I wanted in my life and that includes a life with you” she closes her eyes as he holds her close smirking he was foolish to think he wanted a life with Lucy grey when he can build his empire and he's already found his wife.

The end 😭

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[aemondsbeloved]

Poppies and Aster

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader

summary: on a warm day, Aemond spends his time with you, his lady wife and your two daughters in the gardens at the Red Keep. His duties, what others may think when they see him vulnerable with his family, and everything else does not matter so long as he is with his little family (1.1k)

notes: reader is disabled but what disability she has is not specified (she does use a cane which is mentioned), very fluffy, dad Aemond, this is unedited

If someone had asked you those years ago when you were still a maiden yet to be wed if Aemond Targaryen would be sitting in the secluded patch of grass in the royal gardens having a picnic with you and your children on a sunny afternoon you might have laughed at the prospect.

As cordial as Aemond had been even before you were betrothed and merely two people who attended the same certain events hosted by the King and Queen, he had never been one for slowing down. You would have said all Aemond loved to do in the afternoon was train with Ser Cole or perhaps spend time in the library reading.

But out in the gardens? Where everyone would see and perhaps stare at him? Oh no, you would never find him there.

He had once told you after you were betrothed that he disliked the gardens because people tended to… stare, to say the least. Perhaps in the secluded part of the library or in the training yard no one cared to pointedly stare at his scar or eyepatch. In the gardens this was not the case.

And yet here he was with you and your two daughters. Aerea past her seventh name day and Daena past her fifth. Your eldest sat besides yourself and Aemond with a sketchbook in her lap as she drew the bush not far from your family’s spot in the shaded patch of grass. You smiled at the sight, her face scrunched up so slightly in concentration. She would suck in her small cheeks when she did this and purse her lips in focus, making her look much like Aemond. Her hair so silver highlighted by the sun and the breeze that drew wisps of her hair from her braid made her look even more like him.

Besides her in Aemond’s lap was Daena with a cluster of violet and blue colored flowers in her lap. Her head of silver hair was bowed down in concentration as she threaded them together in the shape of a crown. She always insisted on wearing her hair down, detesting braids of any kind. Gods forbid you keep her hair out of her face. Sometimes when her Aunt Helaena persuaded her she would have her hair braided around her head like a halo if only because that is how Helaena always wore it. But now with her hair down in its natural state you could see how her curls that looked striking like your good mother’s went past her shoulders and were picked up in the breeze.

Aemond insisted their silver locks and violet eyes that looked just like his did not make them look like him at all. Frequently he said they had all of you, your nose, your lips, your eye shape. “A good thing,” he said to you once in your chambers as the sky set in deep oranges and pinks in the early eve. From his seat in the chair by the fire he had a strikingly calm and fond energy about him. “They’ll be as beautiful as their mother.”

Now, his book was long forgotten besides him as it laid in the grass. You were no better as your embroidery was in your lap, the needle having not been picked up in quiet some time. The cane by your side had been placed on the grass was a reminder of how long you had been here.

Daena beamed as she lifted up the finished crown in her hands to examine it. She turned around in her father’s lap to face him. Silently she lifted the crown of purple and blue flowers to Aemond.

“For me?” he asked her, gently moving his hands in front of her.

She grined toothily. “Blue poppies and purple aster,” she looked down at her flowers as if to check she got the color and names right. It would not surprise you as she was as meticulous as Aemond was. She looked back up at him and looked more giddy than before. “Just like your eyes Kepa!”

Years ago when you had first come to court you would have thought Aemond tempermental at best. The very first rumor you had heard from another lady your age was that he had screamed at a servant when she saw him without his eyepatch on when bringing something to his chambers. As you saw him with your daughter, tilting his head down so she could place it on his head, you were glad you never paid attention to those rumors. His hands were strong and could kill but he only held the ones he loved with gentleness and loved them with reverence.

The people of court could never know how much Aemond loved his family.

He looked over to where his elder daughter sat on the grass beside him, finishing the sketch of flowers she had been working on. The charcoals of beautiful vivid colors he had gifted her from Essos had gone to good use as the deep pink of the flower came to life again on her sketchbook. “How do I look?” he asked her with a soft smile.

For the first time that afternoon the concentrated look of sucked cheeks and pursed lips disappeared and she gasped in wonder, reaching the gingerly touch a blue flower. “Ao jurnegon gevie, Kepa.” You look beautiful, Father.

Was it the reverence for her father that made him smile or was it simply that he was with his family on an afternoon of such bliss? Maybe it was something that he did not think he deserved when he was younger and always thinking of the legacy in histories instead of the people around him. Aemond reached out and stroked the side of her head lovingly. “Good,” he chuckled approvingly. “Your valyrian improves every day, jorrāelagon zaldrīzes.” Dearest dragon.

At her father’s approval Aerea beamed much like her little sister, though hers was remarkably less toothy. It was a beam of a smile all the same. Daena went back to making another flower crown which you suspected would be yours. After that she would undoubtedly make her big sister one too.

Your little family was content here in the shade and as another breeze picked up Daena’s silver curls, you had no intention of picking up the embroidery in your lip. Glancing at Aemond who you found already looking at you with a soft, loving smile, you returned his smile and knew that like you, he had no intention of picking up his book either.

If some ladies and lords in the court caught sight of the fearsome Aemond Targaryen with his family they made no move to make it known. Years ago Aemond might have wanted to avenge any slight, even that of a whisper about him that was mere gossip, but now he seemed to care little for that.

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[corrodedcoughin]

This might be the second worst thing that’s ever happened to Gareth while wearing these stupid shorts, or in general he guesses. The first being when he was in gym class and the got caught on the fence he tried to hop in order to skip said class, successfully exposing his lemon yellow carebear boxers, the only pair he had left because everything else was in the wash. Luckily it was only the gym teacher, Mr Carrey, and Linda Stern, a girl that kept to herself so unlikely to share such scandal. Neither brought it up again but that doesn’t mean Gareth was free of the memory, or free of reliving it whenever he opened his drawer to pull out some underwear.

But it’s not just the shorts that tie Gareth’s ‘most embarrassing and traumatising events of my life so far’ memories together. No, the instigator of both of these events also keeps them joined in Gareth’s mind. Edward Munson. It was Eddie who insisted that skipping class while in said class would be the smartest move to make ‘think of it Gareth, imagine it, skipping right under Mr Carrey's nose? He'd never expect it! High class rogue moves for sure!’

So of course Gareth was convinced by Eddie’s manic eyes and excitement and successfully flashed his gym teacher while the mastermind was laughing and pulling him down off the fence. Mr Carrey must have felt sorry enough for Gareth to let him run and isn’t that a fun addition to an already horrific memory?

Anyway, back to Eddie Munson; worst person to enter Gareth’s life. Because now? Now Gareth is stood outside a stupidly big and stupidly fancy house, in the offensive (now repaired, thanks Granny) gym shorts, and a pair of plastic and bent out of shape fairy wings. Originally he was supposed to be in a white vest too but he drew the line there, adamant he’d be wearing his Iron Maiden shirt to save some sort of dignity. And to top it all off it’s a beautiful day so of course people are out mowing their lawns, families are walking their dogs, children are playing in the streets and just enjoying the surprisingly mild february weather. All of them staring, quite obviously, at what they see as a strange teenager in wings being shouted at by an equally strange kid hiding behind a, not nearly big enouhg, bush for ‘stealth reasons’ apparently. 

‘RING THE DOORBELL MAN, COME ON!’

Gareth slowly turns to look over his shoulder to glare at Eddie who is peaking around the shrubbery. 

‘YOU RING THE FUCKING DOORBELL!’

‘GARETH YOU PROMISED! DON’T BE A DICK’

‘YEAH, BECAUSE YOU TRICKED ME!’

‘NO I DIDN’T, YOU SAID YES NOW RING TH-’

Of course that’s exactly when the door to the stupid house opens and the reason Gareth is here steps into the doorway. 

Gareth grits his teeth and begins to recite his lines ‘Steve, o steve. You are beauty that has to be seen to be believed. Wont you be mine until the end of time?’ He finishes and stands glaring over Steve fucking Harrington’s shoulder

‘DO THE FUCKING REST GARETH’ Eddie’s voice emanates from somewhere to the back of Gareth, probably still hiding behind the stupid bush. So Gareth ‘does the rest’ he does a very slow and deliberate 360 spin before crouching down to one knee and shooting a plastic bow and arrow at Steve’s chest. Of course the arrow just rattles to the floor, sad and pathetic, just like it’s shooter Gareth thinks to himself. 

‘Gareth? Why…umm, are you okay?’ Steve is obviously trying to hold back laughter and doing a terrible job of it. His face is convulsing like he’s just eaten a whole lemon, rind and all. And well, who knows, maybe he has, maybe it's a secret trick for keeping his hair so big, Gareth isn’t here to judge, he just wants to leave. 

‘Dude please just answer the question and put me out of my misery’ He’s still half on the ground and his knee hurts and it’s hot and he’s kneeling at Steve Harrington’s fucking door dressed as a fucking cupid because he couldn’t say no to his fucking stupid fucking best friend. Gareth pulls himself away from thoughts of despair when he sees Steve’s mouth open to speak. He’s got one hand on the door frame, the other on the back of his neck

‘Oh, uh, yeah? I mean, yes? This is for Eddie right?’ Gareth stopped listening after the initial ‘yeah’, instead standing and turning to the, very small, hedge Eddie was doing an awful job of concealing himself behind 

‘HE SAID YES. CAN I GO HOME NOW?’

Suddenly there's a whoop and an air punching Eddie Munson who realises he’s exposed his ‘perfect’ (shitty) hiding spot and is in full view of Steve. The idiot even tries to play off the air punch by combing his hand through his hair which obviously gets stuck on his rings and then tries to play that off by just keeping his hand in his hair while waving with the other, not trapped hand. With a violent yank he manages to free the entangled fingers with only a small whine.

‘Uhh…Hi Steve’ Eddie says with a dopey smile and somehow, somehow he’s got an equally lovesick looking Steve smiling right back at him ‘Hi Eddie’. At this point, Gareth has quite frankly had enough, Eddie and Steve are slowly walking towards each other like some romcom end of the movie scene and he’ll be dammed if he’s watching those two tragically flirt at each other. So he grabs the van keys out of Eddie’s pocket as he passes, resigning himself to an hour of shooting Eddie’s empty cans in the back of the van while he waits. Gareth is almost off the lawn when Eddie must get brave

‘NICE SHORTS BY THE WAY CUPID’

‘FUCK YOU!’ Gareth snaps the arrow in two trudges off, wings flapping behind him.

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Three weeks ago

Gareth was at his desk, he was trying to practice some drum rhythms when Eddie flounced in and dramatically dropped onto his bed. For the past half hour Gareth had been regaled with yet more ‘reasons why Steve Harrington is my dream man’ from Eddie 

‘You don’t understand man. He was just driving and the Eagles came on. Don’t look at me like that, I know it’s the eagles, but it was life in the fast lane and he was singing along to it dude. The line! You know the one! I swear it was an instant hard on, thought I’d came by the end’

‘DUDE STOP. STOP. I’ll do whatever you want just please never talk to me about your Steve related dick events again’ Listen, Gareth loved Eddie, he did. But there's only so much a man can withstand and Eddie could monolgue for hours if given the chance.

‘Whatever I want?’ There was no obvious devious tone here but Gareth still should have known better than to agree. If he had clocked Eddie's face he would have seen an expression so devious that he'd be running out the door.

‘Yes! Fuck, just no more. My ears are never going to feel clean again’

#fun fact Gareth kept the wings and wore them to the next cc gig and people started calling him moth man #Eddie got INCREDIBLY jealous #bought his own pair and was called mothra #they now have a moth band side project #well my guys I was going to wait but the anxiety of it sitting in my drafts is too much #so here’s some questionable content that I hope people may find even slightly funny #this is SILLY #I am SORRY #I just!!! thought this would be funny!!!! #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things

[liveyun]

h a e g e u m | 01

banner by the lovely @archivededits ♡⁠˖

pairing. yoongi x female reader.

genre. mini series. crime au. angst. thriller(?). smut

w. (01) mentions of smoking, injuries, k*lling, corruption, injection (!!)

tags. @secfir

teaser | part 2

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01. RED ALERT

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She knew something was wrong when she looked at him in the CCTV footage frame by mind numbing frame,for the first time.

However, she her doubts were confirmed when she saw him—for the second time— in the alley near a collapsible gate—skinny, hunched,coated with crimson, smoking— and realised he was the danger rather than being in danger himself. The sort of danger which is fatal, the sort of danger which relishes in the blazing inferno.

The sort of fatal which increases your heartbeats, the sort of danger you know you're fucked up to feel your stomach churn with exictement. The sort of danger who was wanted all over the country, spreading his wings all over the nation with a rapid growth of that like a disease.

It fell upon her to banish the growth, and boy, it wasn't at all easy. It was the clash of opposite elements facing in a battlefield, the only difference being that there had been no swords and no bloodshed, well, not untill now.

Failures after failures. Injuries after injuries. Despair and despair, yet it felt all like a circus to him.

And the third time she saw him, was in her own custody, but she knew something about this man never changed ever since she first laid her eyes on him. Calm, cool and collected— somehow radiating off how much he's aware of his worth and how much of a pain in the ass he has been to finally get captured. But still, this was all but a game to him— something he plays everyday.

“didn't mean to kill the president, my bad. ”

His bloody wrists remains cuffed— she wonders silently if the cuffs burnt into his skin, for why his flesh seemed to be more than bruised, injuries were spread all over. But once again, that particular glint in his eyes told her that it was nothing new for him.

“ You didn't ? ” her reply comes back as a question, implied with a cool sentiment. His eyes rest somewhere down the table she's seated on, particularly on the gun that rests atop. However, his eyes slowly travels up to her own, and she is surpirsed to see how dark they are. The last time she saw them, they were…brown?

“ Remember to always have the lock on your gun always, officer. ”

“ Beating around the bush won't free you from here, D. ” a small laugh, a displeased one. A light exhale, and once again his eyes trailed down to anywhere but away from hers.

“ I always get away, officer. ”

His eyes flick to hers own, a certain hue of coldness flashing across. Maybe she was an officer, but the slightest of the shivers which ran down her spine was undeniable.

There was a thing to argue on : he was pretty. A criminal with a pretty face was dangerous, for why she sensed him as the danger in the first place. From the ridges of his brow to his feline shaped eyes, and the smooth skin had something to do with the carnal impulses this man had.

“ And how is that, if I may ask you?” No sardonic reply came back, not even a chuckle. His curled hair fell elegantly around his neck and forehead, and you wonder again if he knows how beautiful he is. You ponder that he does, the reason he's so cocky about himself in the first place.

“ You're rather nosy for a cop, officer. ”

“ It's my job to interrogate, D. ” And maybe this reply coaxed a small, harsh laugh at you, almost like a hiss. The atmosphere feels rather compelling for you, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that the atrocious behaviour has a single intention, and that is to piss the system off.

His eyes suddenly dart up to your own, and you see the malice behind them, floating in subtle threats. His face, slowly comes your view, dried blood sticking to the corner of his mouth. And his lips quirk upwards so full of amusement, that it did feel like a laugh, but it perplexed you, because a rather alarming siren within a distance was heard. A single commotion had your whole office premises in shambles, because this notice meant a single thing.

Red alert.

The man infront of you didn't react much, and this is the first time you've been called to the red alert. The superior authorities had some difficult time to actually acknowledge that you had caught hold of this hoodlum, or rather the most wanted criminal in the whole Daegu, they were totally astounded in their chairs.

You are totally aware of how treacherous possibilities may occur, now. You did feel dubious when you realised it been way too long for his side to respond,and you must admit that red alert was something you did not expect in the least.

Your phone buzzed in your trouser pants, breaking you from the reverie you had trapped yourself in. Not breaking any eye contact with him, you receive your call.

Lieutenant Police.

“ Officer, we order you to release him, right now. ”

“ May I ask for a reason why? ”

“ You don't ask for a fucking reason why when you're given a red alert within your premises, do you ?”

the voice growls like a mad man, and that voice does not intimidate you, not at all. Even when you know that the red alert is the last warning an officer gets. More of a do or a.. die situation, where you have to do what they instruct, or..

…your straw that you may not survive, and if you do, you'll no longer be accepted as an police officer. The situation is way too dangerous to keep hostage criminals like him,but it's been forty eight hours since you've captured him. Red alerts chime within four hours.

That means you're in grave danger.

Isn't he sitting infront of you already?

“ I still stand regard to my question, Lieutenant. ”

“ The Min Orphanage will break down our department if you don't fucking release the man right now. ”

Min orphanage ?

The man's brows pinch all of a sudden, the only sort of emotion other than sarcasm he has ever let out since. Do you see a flash of..concern in his features?

Your brain refuses to work, because in what actual ways would be a notorious criminal like him, connected to an orphanage, that too in such a way, that it seems like the orphanage is more inclined towards him? Your own brow pinches as you hear a sigh from the other side of the call.

“ Officer, you maybe are yet to realise how much in danger you're in, right now. ”

“ I’m just seeking for answers which have been unspoken and unapproached since, Lieutenant. ”

“ If you do not release him.. ”

there's a sickening silence which follows. However, you can hear chaos from the other side which is rare, because the upper departments are supposed to have a pin drop silence. His eyes never leave your own, and the ticking down of water droplets as Mother Nature starts pouring her soul out, you feel a light throb at the back of your head. His eyes are challenging, captivating, ironic because you're his capturer now.

He's intriguing in so many ways than one.

“ They're all little children here, and in no way we can take any particular option even if you had something on your mind, officer. ”

Another reaction. A light, unamused snort.

Another commotion. Muffled screams and yells are constantly changing their paces as you hear shuffling, and suddenly you're hearing vigorous panting from the other side, and a much older voice.

“ ____, I ORDER YOU TO RELEASE HIM, RIGHT NOW. ”

a voice you never expected to hear, not atleast now.

“ Supreme, he's a threat. A real danger if he's let out—”

“ you. are. ordered to let him go right now, because I absolutely cannot risk my team to sail closer to the wind because of your cheap ego. ”

his voice trembled with rage, and your throat feels dry to hear the screams echoing inwards to your own room. Bangs of gunshots and panicked screams as you hear the snaps of fire outside, most likely advancing towards your own room, now. Silent gangs like these get vigorous at times like these.

Cheap ego.

If your ego is cheap and this situation is playing with fire, you'd rather chose to burn your money to that burning whirls of arrogance. This wasn't easy, it wasn't easy to achieve the victory over the challenging, yet collected eyes of the gangster infront of you. If your team, or rather those puppets who shamelessly dance along to the beat they're instructed to, you'd wholeheartedly admit, that you were the only reason why he's here. Infront of you.

Alas, let people call you selfish and self centred, but you've learnt in this struggling world that if you're not so, you'd be used and thrown around like a rag full of holes. And even if your position is at stake, your years of hardwork going to vain because of this menace infront of you— you cannot help but risk that if you've reached till this far, you will ace your goals. You cannot be a sore loser in the end.

“ I’m not letting him free. ”

Silence, but chaos.

“ You're terminated from your position, Miss ___. ”

The call ended.

And so did your dignity as a police officer.

You close your eyes for a moment. You feel sick; it meant that you were no longer in charge of his custody, the head of your team, and no longer an official. No body would give a fuck if you make out of here alive, or if your dead body is dumped somewhere and you rot. No one would care.

You were ready for this exactly the moment you heard the sirens,but however maybe you weren't totally ready to acknowledge that. Your hands feel clammy by the time you put your phone on the table, and the unpleasant feeling of your hair sticking to your neck is creepy. You sigh, your whole life dedicated to your career was shattered by the system, just because you were inclined for the safety of your people..

..or maybe because you were just a mere puppet, too.

..or maybe you're blinded by anger to actually come out of your haze and take care of what's happening, but it's of no use; you're partially bounded.

“ Wouldn't that be a crime if you'd hit me now, officer? ”

his voice echoed in your ears, and the officer in the end hit you like a pan on your head. He sounded all collected and cool: much to the contradiction to the inner turmoil you were going through. Anger courses in your veins to see his bleeding lips quirk upwards at your misery, but again..is he really the one to blame?

He got what he wanted, the system got ehat they wanted, and even if you're reluctant to see anything else, you know you're the loser here. A sore loser. Indignation rises in your chest as you take a look at him, your head suddenly feeling lighter than usual. Your throat burns to speak, and your heart thrums in it's cage.

“ Thank you, D. ”

“ It'd be better if you start your countdown now, officer. ” his voice is barely a whisper as now there's a sudden throb in your head, and his voice a mere croak by the time you gasp to fill in air inside your lungs. Silence, it's a wicked silence as the murmurs deepen.

Your jaw clenches as you feel the sting, an overwhelming sting, your limbs feel numb, and the wider your eyes open, the blurrier it seems now. The room spins, as the yells increase and the rifles scream, they all turn to a crestfallen murmur.

Is this your end?

Your throat hurts, hurts, and its just an outline of his wrists, cuffed wrists, the mop of black hair, your identity card on the table, his wrists..something held within..what, what.. Your head ducks down in an immediate effort to get a better look, but lolls away immediately, too weak and throbbing to work, and everything goes black.

But screw that, you didn't see the injection needle pricking the skin of your thigh as he injects the whole of the syringe into your system skillfully with his thumb, his eyes burning with rage. The same shit eating grin on his lips, as he sticks his tongue out to lick the dried blood on his mouth.

“ You're welcome, officer. ”

#bts au #yoongi au #bts fics #yoongi fics #bts smut #yoongi smut #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic

[hopefulromances]

Omg imagine Jamie with a partner who collects flowers to put in her book. so when Roy and Jamie are out training in the morning Jamie looks for flowers and picks them and Roy’s like wtf and then Jamie explains that his partner collects them. So Jamie comes home with a coffee and a flower you don’t have yet ever noting.. ahhh I don’t know if this is good or not

THIS IS SO CUTE SO SO SO CUTE

Here's a little baby drabble

"What the fuck are you doing?" Roy barked when he realized Jamie wasn't behind him.

Jamie was walking through the garden of some stranger's house. He was parading around, carefully stepping over bushes and flowers.

"Gotta find a new flower," he said simply, looking around himself.

Roy grunted and rolled his eyes. "Look Jamie, you can garden in your own time, now we have to finish our run."

Jamie waved Roy off. Roy looked around and huffed, crossing his arms as Jamie continued to step around the garden.

The porch light flicked on, and a middle age man opened the front door.

"What are you doing in my garden?" He asked, looking between Roy and Jamie. "Hang on, you're Roy Kent!" Roy growled. "And you're-"

"Jamie Tartt, yeah, can I take this flower," he pointed at a weird looking purple flower that had several thin petals sticking out from its purple bud.

The man shrugged. "Sure."

"Mint, thanks, mate!" Jamie reached down and delicately picked the flower. "What's it called?"

The man came over and took out his glasses to look at the flower. "Oh, good choice, that is a Spider Daisy, a lovely color, the latin name is Osteo-"

"Cheers, mate, gotta dash," Jamie cut him off, stepping out of the garden and starting his jog again, carefully shielding the flower in his grasp.

Roy let out a sigh, thanked the man, and started to run off after Jamie.

...

You woke up to the sound of your alarm at 7:30 in the morning. It was criminal to be awake this early, especially when Jamie wasn't home yet. You grumbled and shoved your face back into the pillow.

As if on cue, the front door opened and Jamie was calling your name. You only let out a loud grunt in return, hoping he'd come in there and drag you out of bed.

The first thing you felt was his lips on your temple.

"Morning, love," He chuckled, brushing his fingers through your hair.

"Mmmm," you groaned back.

"I brought you something."

You rolled over onto your side and saw him holding out a cup of coffee. You let out a muted squeal of glee as you shuffled to a sitting position. You took a long sip of the coffee before letting a lazy smile come onto you face.

"Better?" Jamie chuckled.

"Better," You responded, nodding. "Morning, Jamie."

He grinned, leaning into towards you. "Morning."

You cupped his jaw as he leaned in to kiss you. This was a beautiful way to wake up wasn't it. You couldn't imagine a better way to wake up.

"I, uh, got you something else," Jamie mumbled. It was then you noticed he hand an arm behind his back. You cocked your head, motioning for him to continue. He pulled out the flower he'd picked up.

You're eyes widened as you smiled. "Oh, wow! It's gorgeous!"

You put aside your coffee to delicately take the flower with both hands. Jamie looked at your face as you gazed at it, reveling in his success in making you light up.

"The bloke said it was a Spider Daisy," Jamie told you, glancing between you and the flower. "I thought it looked cool."

"It does," you echoed. You traced the flower and it's interesting shape and look. "I'll press it right now."

She handed the flower back to Jamie and flew out of the bed, now suddenly much more awake. Jamie laughed as you ran to your desk and pulled out a book. You weren't wearing pants, your hair was wild, and he was pretty sure that was a wine stain on your shirt but he didn't care, he thought you looked beautiful.

You flipped through the pages, full of different flowers and dates.

"This one is so special, Jamie," you mused, coming to sit next to him on the bed. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, babe," Jamie murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He was aiming for your lips but you were too excited to press your flower and turned away. He grumbled and flopped back on the bed.

This was so cute! I hope you enjoy!

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[hisokakissmeplz]

Halloween Special

Illumi and Hisoka (separately) I'll post hcs for the other characters maybe

Sorry I totally missed kinktober guys but I'ma try and make it up to you all

Also I don't own any of the characters obviously

Illumi as a Vampire

Poor, sweet, innocent little you. You just wanted some strawberries, you were craving them. But of course, your tiny little village was all out. After hours of asking if anyone had seen any bushes with the sweet red berries, there was only one place that came up.

The old Zoldyck place.

It was empty, had been for years. Unless you asked anyone from the village. According to them, the last surviving vampire in this town still lives in his family home. Which was total horseshit, seriously vampires? No such thing.

So off you went, unafraid. And it was so worth it, these bushes had the biggest red strawberries you'd ever seen in your life. You picked and picked and picked, plopping them all in your little basket and humming to yourself.

Which was fun until someone starting humming with you. At first you figured it was some townspeople trying to mess with you.

"knock it off guys!"

You jokingly called out but the humming didn't stop.

"Seriously, it's not funny!"

This time it sounded closer, almost right behind you. You spun around fast, but nothing. The humming continued, only getting closer.

You spun around again, this time tripping over someone and landing in the bush. Someone, the same someone who tripped you in the first place, stuck out his hand to help you up.

You accepted and stood up, dusting yourself off and thanking the stranger. You looked up, smiling sweetly before you saw his face.

You jumped back, trying to put as much distance between him as you could.

God, he looked just as young as he did in all the old photos you'd seen. Victorian family photos of the family. A family that should've been dead a long time ago.

Yet here stood, their eldest son. Still young as ever. Illumi Zoldyck.

"Miss, you dropped this."

He said, monotone while holding your basket.

Your voice shook, your face growing pale and your heart thumping at of your chest, barely able to put together a sentence you mumbled out a weak.

"You're dead."

"Yeah?"

He seemed confused, like if it was common knowledge. You supposed it was, all the locals believed it.

"Oh. What do you want?"

That perplexed him even more.

"What do I want?"

He repeated.

"You're on my property, what do you want?"

That was fair, his voice was soft and deep, yet alluring.

"I was just, I was just picking berries. I'm sorry I didn't know anyone still lived here."

You explained, your voice weak and shaky. What could you say, what could you do? What would make him let you go, was he going to suck your blood now like all those dracula legends?

"Take them, it's not like I need them."

Oh. That was easier than you thought.

"Though, I suppose that means, you owe me now."

This was it. You're dead. He's going to kill you.

You took off, running as fast as you could. There was no way you could fight back against him but maybe, you could reach the gate and be back in town. If you could just make it a little further.

There he was, right in front of you. There was no way, he was too fast for you to follow. One second he was behind you the next, right in front of you. Before you could think, he was behind you again much closer this time. He grabbed a hold of you by your wrists, pulling you inside the old mansion.

It was a beautiful place, old yes, but in great shape.

"You can't run from debt."

His voice echoed from behind you.

"You can if you're fast enough."

You struggled in his grasp, desperately fighting it.

"Clearly you're not."

God, his voice was hot. This was wrong, so wrong, but part of you was smiling inside. You could have ran faster, but you wanted to get caught didn't you? He is rather handsome. How sick you are, deliberately getting caught by a vampire just to let him suck on your neck. Disgusting. Still, you could feel the familiar warmth growing in your core as Illumi spoke.

"You never even asked what I wanted, you catch on a lot faster than the others."

He was treating the whole thing so nonchalantly.

"Stay with me, just a little while?"

This time he was asking rather than demanding, it was strange. Why would he want you to stay, maybe he's lonely, you thought. Maybe that's why he's lures people here, for company and the whole vampire thing just complicates that. Maybe if you just stay for a minute you can sneak out. Totally.

"Yes, of course."

You feigned an unafraid voice. You truly are brilliant.

"Really, that easy?"

You nodded.

It was nice actually, he invited you up to his parlor. You guys played pool and you actually started laughing at his jokes. He made you drinks, surprisingly skilled too.

He excused himself, and you thought this was your only chance. It was fun, hanging out with Illumi, and he was exciting and handsome, but at the the end of the day he still wanted to suck on your neck.

You made for the window, sliding your fingers over the glass and pulling it up. You cringed at the creaking of it but hurried you best to get out.

You swing both legs over the window seal, when you felt his cold hands on your back. Dragging you back in and tsking under his breath. Fuck.

"I thought you said you stay with me."

"I did, but I need to leave now."

He tsked again.

"Then why not excuse yourself, unless..."

His voice was directly in your ear, smooth and deep, whispering yet still so intimidating.

"you're scared of me."

Yeah, you totally were like who wouldn't be.

"No, of course not."

"No, it's fine. There's no reason to be scared, I won't hurt you."

He came closer to you, slowly approaching you. You stood still, rock solid with your heart beating and pounding in your stomach.

He was so close now you could feel the lack of heat coming from him, before he closed the gap between your lips and his.

He kissed you, so warmly despite his cold skin. He let his hands trace along your arms to your shoulders to your neck to your back, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touched.

You held onto him, kissing back and tangling your fingers in his hair.

He kissed all down your lips to your jaw to your neck, his lips caress over the skin of your neck softly, gently. You play with his hair, enjoy the sensitive touch before.

"Shh, it's okay."

He mumbled, his fangs buried in your neck. You whimper at the feeling, his fangs tugging into your skin and sucking hard on your skin with his lips.

His hands still held you gently, despite the violent abuse of your neck.

"You're doing so well."

One of his hands slipped down to your thigh, resting almost under your skirt. Stilling suck your neck, he waits for your nod of approval before moving any further.

His cold fingertips slowly moving up your thigh and under your skirt. The slow drag of his long fingers, as they tread closer to your core, almost too slowly.

It wasn't long before he hand you over the pool table, his mouth still attached to your neck. You felt fuzzy from the blood loss but still wanting to go on. Your hips meeting his with every thrust has his sharp nails dug into your hips.

The table shook with the force of it, and you were sure it would crack at any second but you couldn't care less right now. Not with the slow drag of his dick, tugging against your slick walls before slamming right back in and hitting your cervix.

"Ill-lumi! Lumi!"

You chanted his name over and over again, almost like a prayer as he kept up his excruciating pace.

He just let out soft moans and grunts against your neck as his fangs hitched into the skin.

You felt the way his dick twitched inside you, letting you know how close he was. Not that you were far behind.

You felt his cold hand sliding in-between you two, sliding all the way down to your clit. Rubbing slow circles and switching direction every few seconds became your downfall.

Your body shook and you head spun, you hands gripping tightly at his shoulders. You hadn't even realized you were pulling his hair till you came down.

Illumi stood up, his mouth dark, deep red and his eyes seemingly glazed over.

He leaned in, kissing you softly. You moved your lips in sync, tasting your blood on his lips.

Maybe picking strawberries at the old Zoldyck mansion wasn't such a bad idea afterall.

Hisoka as Ghostface

"Seriously, you're just being paranoid."

Your friend's voice echoing in the house as she pleaded one more time for you to come with her to the Halloween party.

"You won't think so when ghost killer guy shows up!"

You shouted at her from upstairs, sitting on your bed and watching TV.

"His name's ghostface by the way, and you're missing out!"

You heard the thud of your front door shutting as she left.

Maybe you were paranoid, but you felt much safer at your house watching movies instead of being out with a killer on the loose.

Finishing one movie and deciding to take a quick break and get some more drinks and snacks before turning on the next one seemed like a good idea.

Your fuzzy socks made little noice other than the creaking of old steps as you treaded down the staircase.

You were getting together all your snacks when your heard your phone ring in your bedroom upstairs.

Sighing heavily, you pick up all your snacks and drinks and head up the stairs. The creaky steps squeaking at you pace.

You drop all the food on the bed and pick up your phone. You don't recognize the number so you let it ring. Only a few seconds later, you're phone rings again. Same number, deciding it must be important you answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey~"

"Who's this?"

"Guess."

You think about for a second.

"Danny? What do you want?"

"Wrong. Guess again."

"Danny, seriously this isn't funny."

"You really wanna waste your second guess on him?"

"I'm being serious, you're not funny."

Your voice growing a little shaky, it didn't sound like Danny on the phone but still.

"I find myself hilarious, who's your final guess?"

"I don't know, um, Eric?"

Maybe Danny and his cousin Eric were playing a prank on you. They were dicks and Danny knew how scared you were of the killer.

"Aw, wrong. I win."

"Okay, bye."

"Wait."

You hung up, sighing softly and laying back down on your bed to watch your movie.

The phone rang again and you answered.

"Look Danny this isn't funny."

"What movie are you watching?"

Your heart dropped, his deep, raspy voice ringing through you ears and other muffled sounds you couldn't make out.

"It's a comedy,"

"Don't lie to me."

"How do you know I'm lying."

"You're very pretty, such a pretty girl."

The muffled noices on the other line only got louder, still not clear enough for you to hear. Your hand shook with the phone, you grabbed the blanket to cover yourself.

"Oh no, don't do that. I was enjoying the sight."

"Leave me alone, please."

"Aw, keep begging, maybe you'll convince me."

The muffled sound getting louder, an unfamiliar noice but almost like skin slapping.

You hung up, scared and shaking under your blanket as you set your phone down. A loud banging on your window causing you to drop the phone and run downstairs.

The steps whined in protest as you did. Reaching the bottom of them and trying to catch your breath you look up at the front.

How could you be so fucking stupid.

How could you forget something so important.

You forgot to lock the fucking door.

You sprinted for it, as fast as your legs could take you slamming into the door.

Fumbling with your shaky hands and quickly locking the door.

You slid down the wall, your back against it as you relaxed finally. Pulling you knees up and resting your head on them. Shivering in the thin material of your nightgown, you hesitantly headed back upstairs.

Upon entering your room you heard his voice again.

"What about the back door? Come on you know better."

His taunting voice echoing from downstairs.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you rushed to find somewhere to hide.

You dropped onto the ground fast and slid under your bed. Curling up the best you could and trying to quiet your gasping sobs. You felt the fresh warm tears sliding down your cheeks as you hid under the bed.

You could hear his steps up the stairs, the creaky sound of each slow step. You heard it so many times, underestimating how scary it could be.

He finally reached the top of the stairs, turning to the left.

You could hear his footsteps around the second floor, he didn't know where you were. If you could just stay hidden, maybe he'd leave.

Your heart pounded in your throat, your stomach queasy as he entered your bedroom.

You could see his black heeled dress shoes as he walked through your room. He searched your closet, your bathroom and every other space in your house.

But not under the bed. Not under the bed where you were hiding.

You heard his footsteps leaving the room and the creaky stairs start up. He was leaving.

You were safe.

That was when your phone rang.

The loud ringtone blaring in your ears.

Quickly you shut it off, cursing your friend under your breath for her bad timing.

You didn't hear anymore footsteps though, nothing. He was gone, he left.

Just as you were about to slid out from under the bed your heard his raspy, sweet as honey voice ring out.

"Found you."

His long fingers wrapping around your ankle and yanking you out from the bed.

"No, please!"

You yelled and kicked and screamed, although it was all ineffective.

He pulled you close, sitting between your now spread legs and holding you there.

He was strong, strong enough to drag you around like a doll despite your fighting. You could see him now, by the light of your bedroom lamp.

He was wearing tight black clothes, ones that accentuated every muscle and curve of his body. His face hidden behind an old costume mask, a white screaming ghost mask.

He lifted his mask, just enough for you to see his mouth. His strong jaw line jutting out, complimented by the lamplight.

"You're so fun, you almost won too. If it wasn't for that stupid phone, huh?"

You felt more fresh tears slide down your cheeks.

"Aw, don't cry, we can play a new game."

He purred.

His voice filling your ears as you felt a familiar pooling at your core. That added feeling of his thigh rubbing against you every time he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, not helping at all.

He leaned forward again, his thigh pressing against your core giving you small throbs in your cunt.

"How does i- what was that?"

His voice purred out again.

Your face lit up with embarrassment when you realized what he was referencing. The red heat of your cheeks and the continuous throbbing in between your legs making you turn you head to the side so you didn't have to look at him.

"Aw, shy baby. Did you get caught on purpose? Wanted me to find you, didn't you?"

He teased you with his jaunty voice. He laughed, turning your head to face him and holding it there. He used his other hand to lift up the mask.

God he was beautiful.

He wasted no time, leaning down to kiss you passionately. Hesitating at first, you quickly relaxed into the kiss, despite your situation.

His hands moved down your sides, tracing down your hips to your thighs. He let his fingers dance up your thighs, slowly. Kissing you softly, moving down to your neck.

His hand pulling up your night gown a bit, the other sliding up to feel at your soaked core.

"Oh, dirty girl."

He almost moaned in your ear.

You whined and squirm as his long, pretty fingers play with your clit before sliding one into your desperate cunt.

Slowly, his skilled fingers speeding up as he kisses at your neck and chest. Being sure to leave lots of marks for tomorrow.

You arms wrapped around him as he worked to please, grunting as your core tightened for his fingers.

He slipped then out, you let out a small mewl of disapproval.

You feel him tug at your nightgown, pulling it off before reaching for you panties.

"Name?"

You stopped him.

"Hisoka."

He answered, without looking up as he slid your panties off.

He fumbled with his own clothes stripping down the best he could before growing impatient and lining up with your cunt. He thrusted in fast, stopping to let you adjust to the sudden stretch.

"Ah"

You let out breathlessly, holding onto his shoulders.

"Good girl, that's it."

He set a brutal pace, thrust in and out, pounding into you. The slapping of his heavy balls against your ass filling the room.

You whined and cried out. Your desperate voice almost too hoarse for you to recognize.

Really, you thought. Here you are on your bedroom flooring begging this strange intruder to fuck your brains out. You didn't really care how it sounded though, just never wanted it to stop.

You felt the way your whole body tighten around Hisoka. The familiar feeling hitting you as he sped up his unrelenting pace. Your body shaking as you reached your high. He grabs your hips, holding tightly as he starts to chase his own high.

You feel him dropped onto you as he reaches his peak, his chest heaving in sync with yours.

Some how you managed to get into bed, figuring you'd just clean yourself up in the morning, you fell fast asleep.

"Hey! You up here?"

Your friend's voice woke you from your sleep.

"Yeah?" Your voice raspy.

"I was worried, you didn't answer any of my calls last night and- oh."

Her voice changed, along with a smirk adorning her face.

"You ditched my party for some dick?"

Oh yeah, the marks.

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[leeknow-thoughts]

WINTER WISHES!

warnings : smut, boypussy!changbin, smut, reader has a dick!?!, p in v, mommy!reader, feminization, oral changbin!rec, i think that's all lol

You watched the snow fall outside. "Well this is best isn't it? Better that we're together and not apart during the blizzard," Changbin tries to cheer you up.

You had wanted to go ice skating with him, like you do every year, instead you are stuck together in your apartment for the next indefinite amount of time until this flash blizzard passes.

Changbin flopped down on the couch, "lets watch a movie," Changbin suggested.

Just as soon as you had both decided on a movie, the power went out. You huff and pout. "It's okay baby!" Changbin tries to cheer you up, "it'll probably come back on in a minute or two."

It had been more than a minute or two, it had been more like an hour without power. "I wish something interesting would just happen!" you huff.

"I'm sure it will honey," Changbin smiles.

The lights flicked back on, you breathe a sigh of relief. "Ok I'm gonna go to the bathroom, then I'll start up dinner," Changbin announces.

He gets up from his spot on the couch, disappearing into the bathroom.

"Y/N GET IN HERE NOW!" he screeches.

You immediately get up and run to the bathroom. "MY DICK! MY DICK IS GONE!" Changbin yells.

Standing in front of you is Changbin, his pants are pulled down, but instead of his beautiful cock you are met with the sight of a bush. "WHAT THE FUCK!" He yells again.

"You have a pussy now?" you can't help the grin that comes on your face. "WAIT!" you halt.

You undo the drawstring of your sweatpants. Peeking down you are met with a dick straining against your tight underwear. "I HAVE A PENIS!" you yell.

"WHAT?" Changbin immediately also looks down your pants.

You notice the way his hand cups his new found cunt. "You good Binnie?" you inquire.

"Mhm," he nods, cupping his cunt even tighter, "just the uh sight of you with a cock is..."

"You feel funny down there?" you ask.

"Mhm," he hums.

"You want me to teach you how to feel good hmm?" you ask.

He nods sheepishly, "can you.. fuck me?"

"Of course I can," you grin.

The two of you dashed into the bedroom, wasting no time pulling down your pants and laying Changbin down on the white sheets.

He kept his legs pressed together. You slowly spread them apart with your hand. You finally saw his beautiful cunt. Adorned with dark curls, all tucked in, with his beautiful clit poking through his folds.

Your mouth was watering at the sight. You settled between his legs, mouth breathing over his cunt. "First, you have to play with your clit," you instruct, "I'll do it for you with my tongue baby."

You kiss his clit, he writhes on the bed. You slowly suck his bud in your mouth, "Oh, oh God y/n-" he yells.

"Shhh need you to be quiet Binnie, need you to let mommy eat your pussy," you say before continuing your movements.

You begin making circular movements with your tongue on his clit, deciding to switch between drawing circles and giving it kitten licks.

Oh and Changbin was a mess. His beautiful eyes were glazed over, his lips made an 'O' shape as whines and whimpers came out.

"Close-" you heard him whimper.

You took his clit in your mouth again, sucking it harshly. And then you felt it. His cum leaking out of his pretty pussy. He was trying to move away from your touch, but you kept his cunt on your face by holding his legs down. Muffled cries of 'mommy' and 'ngh i can't take it anymore' left his pretty lips.'

You slurped up all of his juices onto your tongue before finally parting with his tasty pussy.

There was no question of how hard you were now. You sat up, when you looked down at your cock it was standing up and slapping against your lower stomach. Leaking pre from the tip.

You decided to stroke it a few times, it felt so good, no wonder Changbin was always asking you to give him handjobs, this felt fucking fantastic.

You decided to focus on the sight in front of you, Changbin with his legs spread and a soaked pussy waiting and begging to be fucked. You settled your hips between his legs, "this might hurt at first bun, you sure you can handle it?" you ask him.

He nods fervently, "yes I don't care just fuck me," he begs through parted lips.

You line up the tip with his entrance and slowly slide in just the tip. You throw your head back and so does he. You give him a moment to adjust before sliding in a little more. "Mommy?" you hear his fucked-out voice call.

"Yes my love?" you ask.

He pauses and his cheeks heat up, "can you maybe call me good girl or just treat me like a girl?"

Your heart was melting, "of course princess," you coo before finally pushing in the rest of the way.

You stay that way for a moment, "can I move now honey?" you ask tenderly.

He nods, you begin slowly moving in and out, it felt too good. "Mama-ngh faster please-" he begs.

"You want me to move faster, bunny?" you smirk, still staying at that slow pace.

He nods desperately.

"Only because you were a good girl and let mommy eat your pussy," you give in.

You start moving your hips faster into his cunt. You had pegged him multiple times in the past, you knew exactly how to move your hips. And by god you were pussy drunk.

His walls were sucking you in and when you looked down and saw his beautiful cunt swallowing your dick whole, you nearly came on the spot.

"Let me breed this pussy baby," you almost beg.

"Mommy fuck please I need it I need your cum in my pussy," Changbin begs.

That was all you needed to cum inside his lovely cunt. Breathing hardly whilst thrusting through your own orgasm. Through the overstimulation you kept fucking his pussy until he came around your cock.

"I'll have to make wishes more often," you chuckle before pulling out.

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[vqrtualheartss]

hii -

MAN ALL IFYOU AIN'T READING SCROLL DOWNNN

baby miles and y/n― writing practice

So in the miles x churchgirl!y/n thing I recently wrote like a scene of them as babies and my heartt. So i'ma write another and put it here ― as writing practice so yea. These also co relate somewhat to the story

You sat in the playground by yourself as expected by your mother that left you for who knows what. It's basically a weekly routine for the both of you ― she'd go off on her business and 7-year-old you would "just do whatever" as she instructed. Some mother she is, and you couldn't even figure out why she'd take your sister with her but leave you alone. Although weird to think about you never spoke on it, your intuition always making you wary not to. so. you just didn't.

You weren't alone alone though, it's been what? a year now since you've been friends with Tía Rio's son, Miles. You hid your friendship with him from your mother though, fearful of what she'd threatened the first time she saw you two.

Getting bored on the swings, you hopped off to run towards the bushes redecorated with beautiful spring flowers. Picking one and examining it brought you some sort of happiness, however that washed away by the unease of some unfamiliar presence. Unsure of what to do, you remain still, planning out what to do if by chance it was a kidnapper.

"BOO"

The loud scare made your turn around and quickly hide your face with your hands; the pink tulip falling.

"Miless-uhh. I told you to stop doing that" "¿qué? are you gonna cry"

He started to pry off your hand with his, laughing when he saw you peeking at him.

"I'm sorry" "Are you though" "Yes"

Taking the flower off the ground he placed it in the top of the high puff you had. He squinted, scratching the back of his neck rapidly

"What" "How does your hair do that?" "Do what" "The flower in your hair is staying put, Rebecca's hair can't do that" because she's white Miles.

You just shrugged, unsure of how to answer. Miles scooted his pursed lips under his nose

"Can I put in more?" You stared at him for a good 10 seconds before nodding "I don't see why not"

After directing you to sitting stones beside the sand-pit he came back with a bunch of flowers, of which some fell and left a trail behind him.

He took down your hair, placing your scrunchie around his wrist before beginning. The whole time he stuck on his tongue sideways to focus, using both hands of his to shape your fro before placing a flower in it.

"I'm finished" "Does it look pretty ?" "No, you look like my papa's boot"

Both flabbergasted and somewhat disappointed you crossed your arms, turning your face away from his view

"I'm joking. You do"

He wore an apologetic look on his face; a tell tale sign he meant his words. Getting up from the stone you walked over to him, embracing him if by any chance your mother would appear out of nowhere. He hugged you back, his tiny hands barely touching around your back.

"Will you ever grow"

"Shut up and do my hair"

-----

Watching from afar Rio had a questioning look as to why her son and her son's best-friend were basically stripping the bushes then running over to the stones until they both ran up to her.

"Tía Tía" "Mama Mama"

Miles turned around and stopped running, you following in tow uncertain why he did.

"Don't freak out okay" "Okay"

He pointed to a spot in your hair so you felt around it, eyes widening when you felt something flutter against your palm. You ran around in circles, deathly terrified of the winged creatures called butterflies while Miles tumbled on the floor from laughing at your misery. Rio had to pretend to be looking at a tree unless she'd burst out laughing.

Standing up once more, Miles felt that he should've moved when he saw you running at full speed towards him; but he didn't. That resulted in you two on the ground, one child crying for dear life and the other tired of it.

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This is so not done

Y'ALLLLLL

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[marlynnofmany]

The Ability to Smell Beauty

“Do you smell that?” Paint asked, flicking her tongue out to taste the air, just like the orange-scaled lizard she resembled. “That is LOVELY. Where is it?”

I looked around the forest-lined landing pad. All sorts of plants that I’d never seen before waved on the breeze: tree-things shaped like willows that someone had coated in enough hairspray to make them stand on end, bush-things with leaves that snapped at flies, moss and mushrooms and lumps that could have been frogs or seedpods, or maybe oddly-shaped rocks.

“I have no idea,” I told Paint honestly.

“Help me find it,” she said, striding away from the ship with her shoulder bag held tight and determination on her scaly face.

I glanced back at the captain and several others, who were passing time with an alien card game. The person who was supposed to have delivered our next shipment was late. Nothing else to do but hang around and try not to be bored.

“We’re going to look around a little,” I called, walking after Paint. “We won’t go far.”

Captain Sunlight nodded, her own scaly yellow face focused on the cards. “Scream if you need anything.” Then she triumphantly played a card that made Mur flail his tentacles in aggravation.

I said that I would, and followed my shorter crewmate as she waded into the undergrowth with her tongue flicking madly.

“So what exact smell are we looking for?” I asked, wondering if that was the right word. “Smelling for?”

“It’s kind of sharp, but in a good way,” Paint told me distractedly. “Sharp like a good kitchen knife, like string music, like a poignant memory.”

“Right,” I said, taking an experimental sniff. Everything smelled like alien plants, and not like violins or whatever. “Hm.”

“I think it’s this way. Low to the ground.” Paint scrambled under bushes, getting her bag caught on one of the flytrap mouths.

“Do you want me to carry that?” I asked.

“Yes please.” She held it up, still under the bush. Flytraps slapped at both of us, but weren’t strong enough to do any damage, even to my soft human skin. Paint probably didn’t even notice through her scales.

I shouldered the bag that held Paint’s sketchbook or novel or entertainment screen; whatever she’d brought out for waiting in the sun. I’d been about to go back in for something similar when she’d hared off on this quest.

“Over here!” Paint said, sounding more sure. She rustled out the other side of the bush and made delighted noises. When I made my way around the shrubbery, I found her at the base of a large boulder, gathering walnut-looking things into a greedy pile.

“Is that it?” I asked.

“Yes! Smell one!” Paint thrust one toward me.

I took it and sniffed. Not bad. Kind of like cloves, that sort of spicy sharpness that just felt festive. “Huh. Pretty good.”

“Isn’t it amazing?” Paint asked, holding up a double handful and taking an open-mouthed whiff. “Gimme the bag back; I’m taking these with me.”

“Are you sure they’re safe?” I asked as I handed it over. “Do you know what kind of plant they are?”

“Yeah, it’s that one from the store on the beach back home,” Paint said, shoveling eagerly. “The good one I could never find again. I forget the name. Sunlight will know.”

“All right,” I agreed. They really didn’t smell that special to me. It would be interesting to see if Captain Sunlight also treated the things like lizard-alien catnip, or if this was just something that Paint liked. A lot.

When she’d gathered everything on the ground — a few good handfuls — she looked around for more. I spotted one growing from the spindly sapling that poked out of a crack in the boulder, and Paint happily added it to the rest.

“I wonder if there are any other bushes like that,” she said, standing with the bag and studying the trees.

“We shouldn’t go far,” I reminded her. “Gotta stay in screaming range.”

“Sure, sure,” Paint said. “Just a quick look over this way. I think those plants grow near the beach, and I hear waves.”

Remembering Kavlae’s description of the landing pad as being “within dancing distance of the sea,” I put more attention toward the ambient sounds. That wasn’t all windblown foliage after all.

Paint was already disappearing into more bushes, so I hurried after, not wanting to lose track of her. “Slow down! I’m sure they’re not going anywhere.”

“Yes, but they’re so beautiful!” she said from somewhere ahead. “There are whole worlds in that smell. Don’t you think so?”

“It’s okay, I guess.”

“Okay?? It’s gorgeous! I want to decorate my room with them, and smell these every day! You really don’t think it’s that big a deal?” Paint sounded insulted.

“I think my nose just works a little differently from yours,” I said gently. “I’m sure they’re very nice.”

Paint huffed, pushing through the leaves harder and muttering something uncomplimentary about a nose that couldn’t smell beauty.

I had to laugh. “There are plenty of good smells out there,” I said. “And I don’t need my nose for beauty; I have my eyes for that.”

“Really,” Paint grumbled. “If you can’t appreciate this, then forgive my doubts.” She was still grumping about loveliness and the ability to sense it when she shoved through the last of the bushes. “Well, there’s the beach,” she said. “No trees, crackle it. Let’s go back.”

I ducked under a leafy branch to join her just as she turned to go. The view stopped me in my tracks.

Blue waves crashed against a beach made of glittering gemstones, sprawling as far as the eye could see in either direction. Every color under the sun, fist-sized and head-sized and a fine shimmering sand, washed bright by the waves. I could swear that native birds somewhere were singing a dramatic crescendo of a symphony, though maybe that was just in my head.

“Paint,” I said, not moving. “Can I borrow your bag? I’ll carry it back for you.”

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Further adventures in backstory for this book. More to come!

#humans are weird #humans are space orcs #haso #hfy #my writing #the Token Human #the sense of smell #beautiful things

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a/n: ARGENTIIIIIIIIIIII ARGENTIIIIIIIIIII AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH screaming aside, i believe he is the type to compliment even the features you don’t really like about yourself 🥹 this beauty recognizing beauty in others no matter how they look… peak gentleman also notice how my word count on my posts are inconsistent, sometimes i don’t put them, sometimes i do… sorry!!! also this is obviously longer than the gepard one, so guess who’s my favorite 🤭

argenti x gn! reader

cw: insecurities, gardening with argenti, brutish planting (the plants are fine, dw), cheesy argenti, subtle pining…, you aren’t together in this one lol u just got friendzoned!!! (he didn’t mean it), reader is an unreliable narrator

word count: 800+

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sanguine locks covered your peripheral vision as argenti bent down just above you. you were crouching down to dig dirt for the roses he nursed in nursery pots, and it was time to plant them down on the ground. you look up and meet argenti’s curious green eyes.

“do you not stick your spear to the ground, kick it to get soil out, drop the seedling, and stomp dirt on it, my muse?”

his question, though harmless, stuck a spear through your plant-loving heart. in what world do you plant roses that way?!

“no? argenti, is what i’m doing not the universal way of planting things?” you counter, gently taking out a seedling out of its seedling bag. “yours is… kind of sad and brutish.”

the knight crouches down beside you, pulling back the sleeves of his turtleneck. you loosen up the soil the seedling was clinging to and bury it in the hole you made, spraying it with water infused in fertilizer. you turn to your left and dig another hole for another rose bush seedling to plant. argenti observes your way of planting, his gaze following your hands.

you break the silence as you take out another seedling from its bag and put it down on the ground. “i’m curious though, do your plants live using that method, argenti?”

he nods, “yes they do. they grow up to be fruitful plants that grow beautiful flowers, fruits, or leaves.”

“again with the compliments on plants,” you sigh. you thought, do i have to turn into a plant to get praises…

“no you do not need to!” argenti replies immediately. you realized you spoke your words out loud and dismissed it. however, the knight was faster in talking than you. seeing your hands were busy, he started showering you compliments.

“beauty is everywhere, my muse, and that includes you! you need not to turn into a photosynthesizing creature for me to compliment you! are you not aware on how your hair is just right, even when you’re under the blazing heat of the star of your home planet system? do you fail to notice how gentle you’re holding that plant? or how you look in this posture, although it could use some work…”

argenti goes on and on, complimenting the features you usually scrutinize when he catches you checking yourself out in the mirror. the shape of your nose, your uneven skin tone, your body shape, even the hair on your toes… all while you were “busy” planting when you were just busying yourself to hide the massive blush raging on your face. the nerve of this guy to catch on to your insecurities and shower them with praises. beautiful, just what is beautiful for a knight of the beauty?

“…indeed, it is a blessing for the universe to have me here with you, friend. it is a pity you downgrade your perfectly arranged body just because it doesn’t fit this planet’s standards.” him saying friend for you sounded sour. “you were once like the roses you’re planting now, devoid of flowers but still pretty, your first leaves of development adorning juvenile features you now don’t have. and i think,” he pauses, tucking hair behind your ear to clear your vision. “you’ve grown to host a lot of roses.”

in your mind, fireworks shot through the sky at the last compliment argenti dropped. your face stoic, yet your mind had gremlins scampering around, yelling “oh great heavens! this guy is going to kill me!”, and “how dare he shower us in compliments! i love it! i’m going to explode!”

“hello? did the heat get you already?” argenti snaps you out of your daze. you shake your head.

“y-yeah, i think. let’s plant these later in the afternoon.” you plant the last seedling for the morning and put back the remaining seedlings in a cool area of your garden. argenti kept the gardening tools used before sitting down with you in the makeshift tent you two made. you took off your gloves and throw it aside, sitting down and wiping your sweat. argenti crouched down and passed you a waterbottle.

“i’ll do the planting later, my dear. now that i know the beauty of your way of planting, i can perfectly recreate it and grow rose bushes whose leaves that under that star’s light, and whose roses rival the color of my hair.”

argenti goes on for another ramble about beauty, fixated on roses. meanwhile, your mind began to wander in dangerous territory. for someone who’s not used to receiving meaningful compliments, argenti is starting to look like a potential crush for you. unbeknownst to you, the knight is waiting for you to take the hint already. as you debate your tiny crush on him, argenti is praying that the beauty that sits before him will grace him their company, to be his lifelong friend partner in searching for his aeon. that is to say, if he doesn’t believe his aeon is in fact, right beside him.

#honkai star rail #argenti honkai star rail #hsr argenti #argenti x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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For His Birthday

Pairing: Wanderer x Fem!Reader Tags: Fluff, Unrequited Love , Birthday, Light Angst. A/N - This was written very late at night and the plot is kinda bad. Just wanted to do something for his birthday!

This is based on the recent letter he sends the traveller about how he has people planning stuff for his birthday behind his back. Possibly alluding to people having crushes on him. The reader, to preface, is not the traveller. You are someone who attends the Akademiya. I know this is a little late for his birthday, a day late to be precise. However, happy belated birthday Wanderer.

It was only the first class of the day and you were surrounded by whispers and talk. All gossip about the boy who had recently joined the akademiya’s birthday, Wanderer. Girls crowded around a table discussing what they planned to do for him, all of them had crushes on him. You couldn’t blame them. He was an average girl's dream - A brooding man with sharp features, a slim frame and perfect complexion. He wasn’t exactly nice to people all the time, he had a few choice words for the guys who were jealous of him. It was honestly quite amusing to you. You two hadn’t really spoken, but you often locked eyes while studying in the library. He was beautiful. He made your heart beat faster and your stomach flip. Especially when his violet eyes caught yours. It was his presence that made your days that little bit easier and although it took you a month or so to realize you liked him. Or well, liked the idea of him. It was love at first sight, you told yourself. The way he looked at you held emotion, you thought. He looked at peace when he looked at you. He didn’t glare at you, that might be something? Perhaps he felt the same? You wished. You knew he probably didn’t. It didn’t look like he was the type for love at first sight, he seemed like you needed to get to know him more. So when you had finally registered it was his birthday, you wanted to do something for him. Having heard that most girls in the Akademiya of your age bracket were doing something for him, you felt your blood boil in your veins. They had all baked him a beautiful cake, something that even just looking at it made you feel sick with how much chocolate they had used. They kept running away from him all day to hide their little plans, you had other ideas. You decided that after your day was finished at the Akademiya, you’d work on something homemade. A present. You didn’t know what he liked and talking to him would spoil the surprise. You also thought to give it to him in person, to his face. While the other girls planned to surprise him. You wanted to put their little gag to shame, for your pride and in hopes to show him how much you cared. Gathering bits and pieces you needed, collecting an array of Viparyas and Sumeru roses into a nice little bundle. Cutting fruits into little shapes, stars and planets. A small letter wedged into the bouquet of flowers and fruit. A heartfelt note to further explain the words you had collected in your mind. Finally, the most important piece. A homemade bracelet. It was blue and purple thread with a small crystal looking ball in the middle. You thought it was a beautiful collection of items for the man who had stolen your heart. The time had come, you watched the other girls as they began to hide in the bushes waiting to surprise him. Being the decent human being you were, waited for them to finish their shenanigans before approaching. But as they popped out with the cake, you watched the shock on his face turn to amusement. It wasn’t bashful or embarrassing amusement. It was mocking. He laughed at them mockingly. One of the girls even shed a tear as they all ran away. He sat back down into his seat, closing his eyes. That had you second guessing doing this. Not just because the thought of him rejecting you had a lump forming in your throat and tears pricking at your eyes, but the idea of him laughing at you too. It was such a sad image in your head, it was too much to handle. But, if he didn’t like you in the same way. You may as well rip the bandage off now instead of letting it fester, the heart only grows fonder in their absence right?  You took a deep breath. Allowing for your mind and body to soothe itself of the incoming pain you were about to feel before approaching him. It wasn’t like you knew him personally right? This was simply one of your love at first sight delusions, you were being silly. Right? You had questioned yourself the entire approach. Eventually, you stood directly in front of him. Looking down at him as he sat with his eyes closed.

“Um..Wanderer?” Your voice squeaked out, nervousness thick on your tongue as you stuttered out his name. Watching him as he opened one eye, taking a look at who stood before him now. Thinking it was one of the other girls from before. He was surprised to see you stood there, he raised a brow. Looking you up and down, noticing the plethora of things adorned in your hands.

“What? Here to give me pointless gifts to celebrate my birth too?” He simply folded his arms at you. Your heart panged at those words, pointless? You’d put your heart and soul into this gift and so had those other girls. The pang in your heart turned into hurt and anger. Festering as your brows furrowed, a glare reaching him. He simply hummed, waiting for your response. “Come on, spit it out.”

You took another deep breath. “First, I wanted to say Happy Birthday. It’s obvious you don’t particularly enjoy your birthday, I don’t know why and I won’t pry. I’m sorry if what those girls did upset you but I’m not here to give something ‘pointless’.” You tried to be understanding with him, patient, gentle. Anything to ease the frustration that lingered in your chest. “Ever since you began studying at the Akademiya, I noticed you in the library…” You slowly began to ramble out your words, losing the small script you had planned in your head. Thinking about him made your thoughts fly out of your mouth without a second guess. “You worked alone, always. The only person I ever saw by your side being the Traveller. Sometimes, we’d make eye contact. Your eyes on me like that always made me a little nervous, even now just looking at you has my stomach in knots. Twisting and turning like a leaf on the wind. You probably noticed how many girls at the Akademiya have their eyes on you, and while I noticed you aren’t particularly nice to them or anyone. That’s part of your charm.” You continued like that for the next minute, rambling about how you thought he was beautiful. A magnificent work of art that could only compare to an Archon. That seemed to feed his ego a little, but a sad look also crossed his face as you said that.

Once you had finished rambling, you bashfully handed him the items. Finally, getting to your point. “What I’m trying to say is…I admire you. No, that's not the right word. I like you. I know we have only ever spoken once and it was extremely brief but I think you’re incredible. I want to be friends or something more if that’s the direction you’re thinking of.” He was speechless, not a quip or a witty comment. His mouth was open but nothing had come out. You had quite literally made his jaw drop. The silence made you shift on your feet, nervous. Quickly, a cocky smirk was placed onto his face. “Your intentions are to court me?” He questioned, seemingly confused at your revelation. He wasn’t mocking you so that was a first.

“Not exactly how I’d put it.” You replied, a small chuckle erupting as the awkwardness of the entire thing felt abysmal now. You found his wording funny, like you did most things he said to others. “How would you put it?” That made you pause, placing a finger on your chin and thinking. “I guess, I’d say I wish to pursue you in a romantic venture?” It felt more like you were asking yourself how you’d describe it rather than telling him. He picked up on that quickly.

“So you don’t know?” He raised a brow, looking at the gifts and scowling. Taking the letter and putting everything else to one side. “Do we ever know?” You questioned, though it was more of a statement. He gave an amused chuckle at that, like he understood you for a moment. It was progress. “I am not one who trusts easily.”

“That’s fine.” You replied.

“I am cruel and cold.”

“Also fine.” You smirked, having a small idea of where this was going.

“I’m not affectionate nor will I keep talking to you if you are a waste of my time. I also won’t share anything with you.” He kept going, but you kept saying it was okay and you’d forgive him. As long as he communicated it to you beforehand of course. In the end, you both came to an agreement of sorts. Not really. But it was a start.

“You can sit with me while I study.” That was the agreement, you were fine with that for now.

#genshin impact #wanderer x reader #scaramouche #wanderer #kunikuzushi #kabukimono #birthday #one shot #fluff #angst #unrequited love