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atomicladytimetravel · 6 months

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The Best Part of Waking Up

Summary: Joel comes home exhausted after working fourteen hours, but reader is in the mood. After some begging, reader gives up. Joel wakes her up in the middle of the night to give her what she asked for.

Warnings: Mature content. Porn with very little plot - like is the plot in the room with us? 18+ ONLY. MDNI. Unprotected p in v, creampie, use of the word ‘whore’ (once and reader likes it), use of ‘daddy’, dirty talk, spanking, slight ass play.

Word Count: 1,851

It’s finally Friday, your favorite day of the week. Your husband Joel usually comes home at around 4:00 PM and the two of you have takeout, watch a movie and then fuck like rabbits. Sometimes you just fuck like rabbits. Either way, your body has basically been programmed to expect dick every Friday evening.

You glance anxiously at the time on your phone - 6:55 PM. Joel should’ve been home almost three hours ago, but something had gone wrong at the job site and he had to stay and deal with it. He promised he would be home by seven, but he hasn’t even called to say he’s on his way.

Finally, at 9:00 PM, you hear Joel’s heavy footsteps on the front porch. He opens the door, a sheepish look already on his face.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he apologizes immediately. “Being the owner isn’t all it’s cracked up to be sometimes.”

“It’s alright Joel, you’re home now.”

You cross over to him and hook your arms around his neck. His arms circle your waist and he gives you a lingering kiss. You’ve been horny all day and the slight bit of affection sends you into overdrive. You try to initiate sex, but he gently pulls away from you.

“I’m sorry honey, but I’m exhausted. Let’s get some sleep and we’ll have tomorrow to ourselves, yeah?”

“Mm, pleeeease Joel? I’ll do all the work.”

“As tempting as it sounds, I’m just too tired. I worked fourteen hours today,” he protests.

“But daddyyyy,” you pout, but he puts a finger to your lips.

“No whining. I’m going to go lay down and tomorrow, I’ll fuck you all day. I promise.”

“Fine,” you agree and he kisses you again. He bids you good night and you watch a few more episodes of your favorite show before joining him.

Joel wakes up a few hours later with his cock throbbing between his legs. He tosses and turns for another half hour, trying every method he could think of to make a hard on disappear.

“I should’ve fucked her when she was begging for it,” he thinks to himself. He turns and snuggles close to you, his hard on pressed into your ass. He kisses your neck, reaching underneath your sleep shirt to fondle your breast.

“Wake up baby girl,” he whispers in your ear when you start to stir. He nibbles your ear while he rolls your nipple between his fingers and you can’t help but let out a soft moan.

“What are you doing Joel?” you giggle sleepily.

“‘M just tryin’ to give you the cock you were beggin’ me for earlier.”

“Mm, but ‘m sleepy now baby,” you whine. You don’t protest when his hand wanders underneath your panties, however. He drags his middle finger through your wetness and uses it to circle your clit.

“Seems like you could use some help t’me,” he mutters into the crook of your neck. “She’s so wet baby. She wants t’be played with.”

You drape your leg over his in response, opening yourself up to him.

“There ya go baby, let me have it,” he rasps in your ear. You whimper quietly as he rubs slow circles on your clit. He dips his finger into your entrance and marvels at just how wet you are.

“Mmm, yeah she wants it bad darlin’.”

You whine as he removes his hand from your panties and he shushes you.

“I’m gonna take care of my baby girl, don’t worry. I just wanna get you naked first.”

You feel him shuffle behind you and he turns on the lamp on his bedside table. You roll onto your back, squinting and groaning at the sudden brightness.

“Sorry, I just wanna be able to see my beautiful girl,” he says, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. He pulls the comforter off your body and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs. He tosses them aside and you sit up, pulling the shirt over your head as he sheds his boxers.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he compliments as he moves toward you on his knees. You lie back as he settles between your legs. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him toward you; he collapses on top of you with a chuckle and quick kiss.

“Thought you were too sleepy,” he teases. You pull his head down for a hot, opened mouth kiss.

“Not anymore,” you mumble against his lips. “Want you so fucking bad.”

“Yeah angel? You wanna feel daddy’s cock?”

“Yes…please,” you respond. He settles onto his knees and wraps a hand around his cock. He pushes the tip through your slit, using it to rub your clit. You grip onto his forearm and moan his name as he continues using his cock to rub your clit.

“Fuck it feels good just like this,” he groans. “Might make you cum like this before I fuck you. Pussy’s so fuckin’ slick.”

You don’t protest; the head of his cock on your aching clit feels too fucking good.

“Yes, please daddy don’t stop. It feels so good, been needing you to touch me all day.”

“Aww, you needy little thing,” he coos. “Always so ready for my cock, my good girl.”

You whimper in response, head tipping back as you feel the beginnings of your orgasm approaching.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’tcha baby? I can see it on that beautiful face. Go on, let it go for me so I can stuff that tight hole.”

“Yeah baby, I’m gonna cum. Keep going just like that, I’m so fucking close.”

He slides his cock through your folds once, twice, and then on the third time, you’re coming undone.

“I’m cumming baby, fuck!”

“That’s it darlin’ - fuck baby girl, you’re gettin’ my cock so wet.”

He slaps the head of his cock on your clit as you cum, prolonging your orgasm. Once you’ve come down, he aligns himself with your entrance and pushes in slowly, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls around him.

“Always so tight f’me,” he grunts. “Fuckin’ perfect pussy made just to take my cock.”

He rocks into you slowly at first, burying his face in the crook of your neck to suck on the skin there.

“My pretty, perfect baby girl,” he whispers. “Oh baby, you feel so good.”

“Oh god,” you whimper. You hook your ankles together behind his back, allowing him to push deeper. You drag your nails down his back and he snaps his hips forward in response; he loves the stinging feeling of your nails on his skin when he’s giving you his cock. He’ll have red scratch marks for a day or two, but he loves the reminder of how good he makes his baby feel.

“Do it again,” he hisses, and you oblige. He snaps his hips forward again with a growl.

“H-harder Joel, please,” you beg.

He sits up and hooks his forearms underneath the crooks of your knees and starts pounding into you. The headboard bangs against the wall with the force of his thrusts and you grip the sheets for dear life.

“Yeah baby? Like this? You wanna get fucked like a little whore?”

“Yes daddy, oh my god!” you cry.

“Fuck yeah, take this fuckin’ cock. Such a good fuckin’ girl.”

“Keep going baby, ‘m gonna cum,” you pant.

“Rub that pretty clit for me baby,” he instructs through gritted teeth. “Cum all over daddy’s cock pretty girl.”

You reach between your bodies and rub fast circles on your clit. Coupled with his hard thrusts, the action causes you to tumble over the edge, legs shaking and wild moans escaping your throat.

“Oh my god Joel, ‘m cumming so fucking hard!”

“Oh god yeah, I feel that pussy squeezin’ me,” he moans. He pulls out when you’ve come down and strokes himself slowly.

“Turn over and throw that gorgeous ass in the air for daddy.”

You obey quickly, arching your back and giving him the best view of your ass. He smacks it appreciatively, the sting making you moan. He spreads your cheeks and whistles lowly.

“Mmm, look at that pretty little ass hole.”

He slides his cock back into your pussy and grabs your hips, setting a steady pace.

“One day I’m gonna stuff both of your little holes at the same time,” he promises. The thought makes a fresh surge of arousal course through you.

“Oh, you like the thought of that, do ya little one?” he chuckles, feeling the rush of wetness that came with your arousal.

“Yes daddy,” you whimper. He stuffs the tip of his thumb into your ass hole and you gasp.

“Feel good?” he questions.

“Yes, please leave it there,” you respond.

“So fuckin’ hot baby. Oh fuck, I love you,” he whimpers.

“I love you Joel.”

His thrusts speed up and your head falls into the pillow below you, muffling your sounds. He grips your hair and pulls hard enough to lift your head.

“Keep that head up. I wanna hear how fuckin’ good I’m makin’ you feel.”

“Yes daddy,” you obey. He doesn’t release his grip, however, and with his hand in your hair and his thumb in your ass, you cum hard around him.

“Oh shit, oh shit, I’m cumming daddy!” you wail.

“Yeah baby, that’s my good girl. Daddy loves listening to you cum.”

He fucks you through your orgasm and keeps pounding into you until you’re having another. He spanks you repeatedly while your pussy clenches around him and you babble mindlessly about how good his cock is.

“I know baby, and you take it so well,” he smirks. “Best god damn pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

“Mmm, fuck, I can’t stop cumming,” you moan as a fifth orgasm hits. “Oh god daddy, I’m cumming so good.”

“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he grits out. “Fuck, I’m gonna unload right in this little pussy. Gonna fill you so full of my cum. My balls are so fuckin’ heavy.”

“Yes daddy, give it to me. Give me your cum.”

His thrusts become sloppy until an animalistic sound tears from his chest. He grips both hips as his balls tighten and ropes of cum fill your pussy.

“Baby girl,” he rasps. “God damn, I’m blowing a fuckin’ load in your pretty pussy.”

You feel some of his cum trickle down your thigh, but he doesn’t stop.

“Fuck baby, it’s already spilling out and I’m not - nnngh - not done yet.”

He finishes with a final thrust and pulls out of you gently. Cum immediately starts dripping from your spent hole and he gets up to grab a towel. He cleans off your thighs and wipes off his dick before finding your panties and helping you into them.

“Keep as much of me in there as you can baby,” he says, patting your clothed pussy. He settles into bed behind you and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Get some sleep my love,” he whispers in your ear. “I still intend to keep my promise about tomorrow.”

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xrenjunniesx · 1 month

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piggyback rides

bf!mark

word count : 488

you feet were growing beyond tired and sore but you couldn’t stop walking now. you and mark had been walking around for hours at this point, going to all kinds of stores and small events around the city. It’s been hours since you’ve sat down and you’re exhausted to say the least.

it was rather peaceful among these streets you walked along. the trees hung over the path, providing shade from the harsh sun.

you were beginning to walk slower, stomping your feet in order to keep yourself going otherwise you would stop and give up.

“you okay baby?”

“I’m so tired mark, my feet are killing me.”

he frowned, placing his hand on your back to provide some comfort as the two of you continued to walk.

“we’re so close to the restaurant but I can’t..” mark was suddenly in front of you, leaning down and reaching back to tap your hip.

“here, get on my back quickly.”

“what-“

“hurry up baby”

you cheeks burned up but you couldn’t deny the offer any longer. you quickly hopped onto his back, wrapping your legs around his waist. he held onto your legs before he stood up a bit straighter and began to walk as fast as he could down the street.

“this is embarrassing.” you whined, resting your head next to his. you hear his faint quiet laugh. he was clearly getting tired too, judging by his heavier breathing, but he continued to carry you.

“we can sit over there” he let go of your leg for a brief second to point towards a garden area that was in front of a grand building. it had a small bench that was surrounded by green plants and a few flowers.

“you can put me down now, I can walk there.”

you say, but he ignores your words and continues until he was right in front of the bench. he slowly lowers you until you stood on your own two feet. the both of you practically collapse onto the bench.

“I didn’t realise how tired I was until just now.” he said, breathing out heavily. you felt bad but you still giggled at him.

“thank you for carrying me” you say, turning so your body faced him. you placed a hand on his chest and smiled, “it was very kind of you, baby”

he laughed at your words, lifting his own hand up to where your hand was on his chest. he wrapped his hand around yours, holding it tightly.

“should we just call an uber and go home?” he suggests, looking at you for your approval. “didn’t you want to visit that restaurant though?” you say, but he shakes his head, “not anymore. I’m literally about to fall asleep on his bench. we’ve been out for way too long.”

you smile and take your phone out, getting a uber ready. “let’s go home and order take out.”

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theemporium · 9 months

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sugar daddy charles concerned af when he doesn’t hear from his girl but she keeps pulling all nighters for uni and she is crashing and burning so he jets over to sort her life out

listen this just happened and i don't even know what to say for myself but anyways🤠

“Charles—”

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay. That’s it, mon amour, just like that,” he cooed softly as he ran his fingers gliding up and down your thighs. “Just let go f’me.”

“I-I can’t,” you whined, shaking your head as the tears began to well up in your eyes. It was too much. Far too much, and still a part of you craved more. “I need to—”

“You need to listen to me, amour,” he murmured against your skin, pressing light and soft kisses along the inside of your thighs. “And I’m telling you to relax.”

It wasn’t unusual for you to not answer your messages straight away. After all, Charles himself got caught up in meetings and duties, and it sometimes meant that he wouldn’t be able to reply for a few hours. He knew you were in a similar position with lectures and classes and meetings with your professors.

But it was different.

Usually it was just a bad day here or there, but this time it had been a few days in a row and his concern was growing. You barely replied to him, and even when you did, your replies were sporadic at best. When he looked at the shared location you both had, his worry grew tenfold when he realised you hadn’t left your flat in days. But his breaking point was when he sent someone to deliver food at your door, and despite the insistent knocking, it went unanswered.

You weren’t taking care of yourself, and he didn’t like it at all.

Charles pushed all his meetings and duties back a week. They still had a fortnight until the next race weekend and they could cope in Maranello alone without him for a while. They would have to. He called the company to have the jet waiting for him at the airport as he drove over, and he hopped on a plane straight to you.

And when he arrived, Charles realised he was right.

You were overworking yourself. You were barely eating or sleeping or drinking enough water. You probably had more caffeine in your body than a human ever should have. You looked exhausted and he could see the toll it was starting to take on you, and yet you still insisted that you needed to study for your exams that you had in almost a month’s time.

You weren’t taking care of yourself in the slightest, and his heart broke. You were his: his love, his equal, his partner, his to take care off. He wanted nothing more than for you to be happy and spoiled like you deserved to be, and instead you were working yourself to the bone and he didn’t think you even realised just how far you were pushing yourself.

So, Charles got you to relax in the only way he knew how.

Maybe it was a little manipulative to say he just wanted to hold you, that he wanted to be selfish and enjoy just laying down with you before you started studying again. But you were too tense and too tired and too overworked, and it was Charles’ job to take care of you so that’s what he did.

“Hmm, my girl wants to come again?” He questioned, his hands pawing and squeezing the fat of your thighs as he pulled your legs over his shoulders. He had you sprawled on the bed for the last forty minutes, made you come at least twice on his tongue, and he had no interest in stopping. “Say it, amour. Tell me what you want.”

“You,” you gasped out as your fingers fisted the sheets, a choked out moan leaving your lips as he licked a thick strip up your soaking cunt. “Charles, I need you. Please.”

“That’s it, amour,” he groaned happily as he nuzzled his face further against you, kissing and licking and sucking until his hands were pinning you down to the mattress. “You need me, and I’m gonna take care of you like I always do, yes?”

“Yes!” You whined, your back arching off the bed as his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked hard.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening with your release. “Gonna make you come one more time and then you’re gonna dress up all pretty so I can take you out for dinner. Do you understand?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, a little high-pitched and a little too dazed to say words right now.

But Charles grinned in response anyways. “My perfect girl.”

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landosjpg · 1 month

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new year’s day | ln

the one where you and your boyfriend clean up after hosting a new year’s day party

lando norris x fem!reader

word count: ~1.0k

warnings: just fluff

note: based on this request. not proofread & not really sure how i feel about this one so pls share your thoughts with me :)

you turned the music down and tied your hair up in a messy bun with a loud sigh. you were exhausted from the party, and the last thing you wanted to do in that moment was to clean the whole mess.

“y/n!” the giggles of your girl friends walking in the living room again made you get up from where you were sitting on the couch, trying to rest for the first time that night.

“our cab is already outside” your other friend added, announcing their departure.

you walked them to the door, noticing how they were carrying their heels in their hands while yours were still torturing your poor feet. you hugged them goodbye and watched as they walked to the car waiting for them on the other side of the road, stumbling and tripping a little. you could already see the sun starting to rise, but they were clearly a little tipsy still.

much to your disliking, you hadn’t had much to drink that night, too worried about your precious new house to not keep an eye on everything that your guests were doing.

it sounded quite controlling, yes. but the less you had to clean after everyone left, the better. lando had tried, unsuccessfully, to get you to stop worrying; but the thought of someone accidentally dropping their drink on your beloved couch was enough to make you stay alert.

that was part of your charm, lando always said.

you dragged yourself back to the living room, where the remains of the party made you regret having offered to host it in the first place. there was a thin layer of glitter all over the floor, and you knew it would take weeks to get rid of all of it.

with another sigh, you then walked to the kitchen where you kept the broom, just wanting to clean a little before getting to bed; the vacuum could wait for a few hours. as you walked in, you saw your boyfriend’s back to you.

he didn’t hear you, too busy cleaning the plates and glasses to do so. the corners of your lips perked up at the sight of him, the white shirt he was wearing sparking something inside you.

you slowly walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, your cheek pressed to his back.

“hi,” you mumbled. you heard him turning the tap off and slowly turning around to wrap his arms around you too.

“hello, pretty girl,” he said, his fingers brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “everything alright?”

he could feel that you were tired, so when you just nodded as an answer he pulled you closer and gave you a little kiss on the forehead before resting his chin on the top of your head.

“i’m almost done here. can you bring the bottles from the living?” he asked after a couple of seconds in silence, and when you whined to complain, he softly rubbed your back.

he chuckled, pulling back a little to look down at you.

“i know, baby,” he mumbled, squeezing you in his arms. “we’ll go to bed as soon as we’re done, yeah?”

his voice was soft; knowing that the only thing you wanted was to call it a day. he gave you a gentle smile, so with a dramatic sigh, you nodded and got on your tiptoes to peck his lips before slowly going back to pick up the bottles spread all around the house.

as you collected all the trash around the different rooms and threw it in a bag that you would take care of later, you made a mental note for yourself to never host a party like this again. lando’s giggles coming from the dining room interrupted your train of thought, making your lips paint a little smile.

if you had to choose a favorite sound, it would definitely be your boyfriend’s laugh.

“what is it?” you asked, walking to where the sound came from. he turned to look at you, a silly smile on his face as he showed you some polaroids that your friends had taken of you when the clock hit midnight.

it was nothing special, but it captured the essence of your relationship perfectly. the two of you just smiling into your new year’s kiss, then both of you breaking into a fit of laughter about some stupid (and probably even unfunny) joke lando had made.

his arms found their way around your body again, your back now pressed to his chest as you two looked at the pictures in silence, your smiles speaking for themselves.

“you know i love you, right?” he whispered, kissing the back of your ear.

you hummed. you didn’t need to tell him you loved him back, he already knew. for a few seconds, you closed your eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his arms around you as you slightly swung together to the rhythm of the slow song still coming from the speakers.

“let’s go to bed,” he suggested a few minutes later, knowing that your feet were still probably in pain and that, if you could, you would fall asleep in that very moment.

gently, he made you spin around so he could lift you up and carry you to your shared bedroom. he lied you down carefully and helped you remove your clothes, making sure that you were comfortable after sliding one of his shirts down your body and tucking you in.

you didn’t question it when he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you alone with just the dim nightstand light on, but when he came back with a few cotton pads and make-up remover, you were already fast asleep.

trying his best to not wake you up and knowing how much you hated going to sleep with your make-up on, he gently removed it with slow strokes. his lips pressed a kiss to your cheek as he finally got in bed himself, snuggling closer to you and keeping you warm under his embrace.

moments like those being the ones he would hold on to forever.

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hyukasmiles · 10 months

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Txt reaction to you still being needy and wanting more rounds, even tho you just had sex and they're exhausted (but still horny) 🥹

—Tomorrow x Together—

Description: 💯💯

Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW// unprotected sex// mention of oral// overstim// these are all pretty similar I’m so sorry 😔 NOT PROOF READ

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•Yeonjun•

He was given a mouth for a reason.

“Oh my god.” Yeonjun repeats over and over as he fucks into you, pressing his chest against your back in attempt to gain a little more stability. You tighten around him, shoving your face into the pillows beneath you, the feathers muffling your broken whines.“You close?”

Nodding your answer is the best you can do, tears slipping down your cheeks as Yeonjun gets you closer and closer to cumming again. You can tell he’s getting there too, his hands reaching to grab your hips, arms, hair, the sheets, anything he can see to try and ground himself.

Yeonjun cums with a groan, fucking himself through it, sparking your own orgasm, and when he lets his head rest on the back of your shoulder you know he’s worn out. “Am I heavy?” He asks his hips jumping away from yours when you shift below him.

“A little.” You try to ignore the neediness that fills you as your boyfriend slides out of you to roll onto his back, hands behind his head. You prop yourself up in your elbows and take him in, exhausted in his post orgasm bliss. “Are you going to sleep?” You run a hand across his chest before laying your head on it.

Yeonjun looks at you with an eyebrow raised. “Are you not tired?” He laughs when you just pout at him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “My cute baby.” He coos, rocking you back and forth. “Wanna sit on my face?”

•Soobin•

If you’re not tired he’s not tired. Period.

It’s been hours and Soobin is pretty sure he’s shooting blanks at this point but you keep asking him for more so he keeps going. Or at least he tries.

Soobin is just weakly grinding his hips into yours, his back hunched so he can shove his face in your chest as he does so. “You’re doing so good, bin.” You whine, the praise keeping him going like you knew it would.

You’re doing most of the work at this point, rolling your hips up towards his because you’re desperate, you have to get off again. Soobin hisses as you tighten around him, a short whine following. He kisses up your chest the best he can, biting into your shoulder when you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer.

When Soobin is sensitive like this all he wants to do is kiss you. Of course you let him but instead of the soft kisses you’re used to you get a desperate mess of tongues and teeth that forces all the air of your chest and pushes your lover over into cumming.

His hips still and you whine. “Baby, you gotta make me cum.” You roll your hips. “I need it. I was so close.” And Soobin is hard again because he has to make you feel good.

•Beomgyu•

Hold up… fr? He’s only human!

Beomgyu comes home most days exhausted, either from photo shoots, filming, or practice, there’s always some strenuous activity in his day to day activity. So when he gets home he just wants to wind down with his pretty girlfriend and go to bed. So it’s only natural that when he gets a day off you try and take full advantage of it.

“Hold on, angel. I just..” Beomgyu whines as you bounce on his lap ignoring him. You feel so good and it’s been so long since that you just don’t hear him. You do feel him cum, a groan spilling out of you in response. You’re so close you can taste it; you just need one last push- and when Beomgyu reaches down to circle your clit you crumble in his arms. “I didn’t realize we were waking each other up with sex today.” Beomgyu laughs, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Not that I mind.”

You giggle as he moves your hand up to his mouth to kiss it. “Wanna go again?” You lay flat against his chest, kissing the underside of his chin.

Beomgyu looks at you like you're crazy and blindly reaches for his phone. “It’s six in the morning.” He shows you the small screen. “Let’s go back to sleep. We have all day.” You just sit up and bring his hand to your chest, his fingers dragging down your stomach when you let go. You move to get off of him but are stopped by a hand on your hip. “One more time.”

•Taehyun•

Anything for his perfect girl 🫶

You can’t get enough of Taehyun, he’s just the perfect guy, strong, sweet, handsome and funny and just absolutely perfect. And similarly Taehyun can’t get enough you, he’d do anything for you, even if it his fucking himself raw.

It hurts a little, every thrust into your tight cunt stinging just a bit, but he works through it because you took time out of your way to cook him his favorite meal so he’s gonna fuck you until you can’t breath.

You’re crying, throwing your head back and forth on your pillow but you don’t want him to stop, you tell him that, sobbing about how good you feel.

“Gonna cum? I wanna see you cum again.” Taehyun asks, surprisingly composed for someone who has tears pooling in his ducts. “Come on, baby, I know you’re close.” He’d play with your clit but he’s afraid that you’d somehow get tighter around him and he doesn’t know if he could handle it.

“Don’t stop.” You cry, nails dragging up his back. And Taehyun won’t, even if he is completely drained.

•Hueningkai•

He’s too lazy to peel his shrimp…But not too lazy to make you feel good.

It’s very rare you get to the point where Hueningkai is exhausted, and he’s never too tired to get hard so when he lifts you off of him because he needs a break it surprises the both of you.

“Sorry.” You mumble, pulling your knees up to your chest, holding onto the water bottle Kai passed to you.

“Don’t apologize.” This is the most awkward you guys have been since you started dating, and Kai hates it.

He’s slipping onto the floor before you know what’s happening, pulling you to the edge of your bed. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with me, but I can still make you cum.” He kisses the inside of one of your thighs, sucking a mark on the other. “As much as you need.”

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chaoticmunsons · 6 months

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mornings with mike

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

warnings: smut !! DNI if you're under 18 !! ageless/blank blogs will be blocked !! includes daddy kink, pervy!dom mike, watersports (spit/piss kink), heavy emphasis on the piss kink bc it's not for everybody, light impact play (just some light slapping), throat fucking, breeding kink

authors note: this is the first smut i've written in MONTHS and it's messy and nasty so i hope yall like it. also i couldn't think of a good title

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You could sense his exhausted presence entering the house before you heard a long heavy sigh and the slamming of the front door.

"Rough night?" you look up from the laundry you were folding and give him a sympathetic look. He tosses his jacket on the nearby chair and looks at you through lidded eyes. The dark circles under his eyes are getting worse, you notice.

“Did Abby eat?”

“What do you think?”

He rolls his eyes before heading down the hallway to check on Abby. You watch as he opens her door slowly, entering as he uses his soft gentle voice to wake her up for school.

You continue folding the laundry as you hear Abby start to wake up and immediately start to fight with Mike about going to school.

“I said I'm not going today,” Abby whines.

“Abs, we’re not doing this today. you’ve missed too many days, come on, get up.” You could tell in Mike's voice that he was trying desperately to keep his composure.

“No, I'm staying here with you and y/n today.” Abby digs her heels in and stands her ground.

“Abby, get up. Now." Mike's composure doesn't last long as he pulls out his stern voice.

You notice your stomach flutter, but attempt to ignore it as Abby reluctantly gets up and starts getting ready for school.

“And you-,” you were too lost in thought to notice Mike exiting Abby's bedroom until he was right in front of you.

“Me? What did I do?” you ask.

“I know you’ve been up all night waiting for me.” His voice remains stern.

“How can you tell?” Damn, you think to yourself, didn't even try to deny it. Mike's face softens as he places his hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your own dark circles.

“I just- well I can see how tired you are in your eyes, sweetheart. I know what tired looks like, trust me.” he smiles softly at you. “Now go get some rest,” his stern voice returns.

“Yes sir,” you say playfully as you roll your eyes at him, heading for yours and Mike's bedroom. As you drift to sleep, you faintly hear Mike attempting to get Abby to eat breakfast.

***

You’re woken up a few hours later by Mike sweetly kissing the top of your head.

“Did you get any sleep?” you ask him as you take a sip from the water glass he just handed you.

He sits on the edge of the bed next to you and puts a strong hand on your hip. “Uhm, yeah,” he sighs. “I napped a little after I put Abby on the bus.”

“Mike, I'm worried about you, you look like shit.”

“Yeah, well, so do you. I'm tired of you waiting up all night for me and not taking care of yourself.” There goes the stern dad voice again.

Yeah well, the call is coming from inside the house pal, you think as you roll your eyes.

Without warning, Mike's hand shoots up and places an iron grip on your jaw, forcing you to make direct eye contact with him.

“You really think I'm gonna put up with that kinda crap right now?”

You feel that familiar flutter in your stomach again. You love when he gets so pent up to the point where he can't help but get demanding with you. He's always so tired of Abby not listening to him and he refuses to have you not listen as well.

“I- I’m sorry,” you muttered.

His grip tightens. “I'm sorry, what?”

You hesitate, feeling butterflies in places other than your stomach. “I'm sorry, Daddy,” you whimper meekly.

“Atta girl.” He smiles sweetly, moving his hand to place it back on your hip. “Shirt off, now.”

You're quick to sit up from your spot in bed and lift your shirt above your head, revealing the absence of a bra. You hear Mike groan slightly as you toss your shirt to the side.

“Good. Stick your tongue out for me, baby. The way I like it, you know,” he commands, a devilish smirk wiped across his face.

You do as he asks with no hesitation, sticking your tongue out and pairing it with your puppy dog eyes. Within a few seconds, a string of saliva is dripping from your tongue and onto your bare chest.

“Fuck- good girl,” he growls before swiftly grabbing your jaw again as he sucks your tongue into his mouth, encapturing you in a sloppy kiss. He loves how messy you're willing to be for him at the drop of a hat.

Your hand reaches over to feel his hard cock under his pants and you hear him whimper into your mouth slightly before pulling away and returning to his demanding demeanor.

“Shit- baby, you know how much I love when you touch my dick, but I'm here to tire you out, okay?”

You smile and nod as he goes to slide your pants, along with your underwear, ever so slowly down your legs. Without any hesitation, he splits your legs open for you and aggressively spits directly onto your already dripping cunt. He wastes no time prying your hole open with two fingers, smearing his spit all over.

“My messy, messy girl. So fucking pretty.” His groans come out so deep and gravely, his eyes blackened with lust.

As he pushes his fingers in and out, he relishes in the squelching sounds you make for him, letting out breathy chuckles and moans at every single sound. Your whines ring in his ears, causing him to be just as blissed out as you are, drunk on you and the way your sloppy pussy clenches around his fingers.

“You wanna cum, huh?” He chuckles as his fingers pick up speed and you nod your head rapidly.

“Yes, yes, Daddy, please!”

“Mm, whiny little pup, go ahead.” He watches your face contort with pleasure as you reach your first orgasm of the night, or so you thought.

Mike pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt as you cum, letting you clench and convulse around nothing while he sucks his fingers clean. He relishes in your cries, loving the look on your desperate little face.

His hands grip your hips tight, holding you against the bed to ground you as you come down from your ruined orgasm. Your breathing slows and he reaches over to grab the glass of water he brought you earlier.

“Here you go, drink up, angel.” He uses one hand to tilt your chin up slightly while he uses the other to pour the water down your throat. He makes you swallow all of it and if you weren’t so fuzzy-headed, you might have been able to guess where this was going.

He sets the empty glass down on the nightstand before standing and stripping himself completely, and he motions for you to come to the edge of the bed.

“Lay down on your back, head hanging off the edge, got it?” he demands and you nod happily. Before you comply, he gives you another sloppy kiss, your tongues mashing together.

Mike’s thick cock hangs above your face as you lay yourself down. You stick your tongue out to lick the precum from his tip, but he stops you, grabbing your throat and putting slight pressure on the sides.

“C’mon, be patient baby.” You whimper and squirm under his grip, your brain empty and filled with only thoughts of his cock inside you. Finally, his grip tightens slightly as he slowly slides his cock past your lips. You can feel your mouth stretch as you adjust to his size. He’s always been average in length, but his thickness is what always ruins you.

“Fffuck- god this tight throat, you’re so good for me, letting me do this to you,” he’s babbling now, going absolutely delirious with the way your mouth feels around his cock, his strong hand clenching around your throat, holding you steady as he fucks it like he would your pussy. “What a good slut, so so pretty, takes this cock so well, god.”

Your hands fly to his hips urging him to go deeper even as you gag on his cock, the tip of your nose making contact with his pelvis. Saliva pools in your mouth and despite his already tight grip on your neck, your throat gets even tighter from the lack of air as you breathe solely through your nose.

“You like when Daddy takes allll his stress out on you? Being Daddy’s little toy? Fuck- I love it.” You make an attempt to respond to him but anything you try to say just comes out muffled. “God, as much as I wanna cum right down your throat, I wanna save it all for that pretty cunt, what do you think, baby?”

He pulls out of your mouth in one swift movement and you gasp and sputter for air. You sit up and face him, salvia all down your chin and mascara running.

He smiles at you adoringly before reaching out to smear your spit all over your face and giving your cheek a nice slap, gentle but firm enough that you felt a slight sting. “What a pretty girl, huh? You ready to take Daddy’s cock?”

“Um, I have to pee first, Daddy,” you mumble, about to head to the bathroom.

“That’s okay, darling, don’t worry about it.” He smirks before climbing on top of you, forcing you down under him. You’re too braindead to understand what he means and a puzzled look comes across your face, but before you can protest, he’s stuffing his cock into your soaking cunt.

“Oh my god, baby, fuck- this pussy feels good,” he groans obscenely.

You put your hands on his chest. “But- Daddy, please, I really gotta go!” you beg.

“Go then,” he huffs. “You’re my messy little baby, aren’t you? W-want you to piss and squirt all over me, mkay?” His voice wavers slightly as he pounds into you, feeling himself get a little lost in how good you feel once again.

You whimper as you nod slightly, the pressure building in your stomach as well as your orgasm. He places a hand on your lower abdomen and presses down, silently encouraging you to let it out. You’re absolutely embarrassed at the thought of pissing all over him, but you know he likes you a sloppy mess for him, and you want nothing more than to give this man what he wants.

You hold it until you physically can’t anymore, your orgasm hitting you as you release all over his cock. The sounds were absolutely obscene, skin sloppily hitting skin, slamming into your cunt as you splash everywhere.

“Holy shit, angel, so fucking wet, god I love it,” he moans. “It’s my turn now, right baby? You want me to piss inside this soaked cunt? God, please.”

You could barely respond with your orgasm still running through you. You attempted to say yes, but you’re not really sure what came out of your mouth, probably just more incoherent moans.

Before you could even process, you could feel the warmth of his piss spreading inside your stomach. You could feel it dripping out of you as he stilled inside you. It felt so good on top of your continuous orgasm and you loved every second of it. You could see the blissed out joy across Mike’s face and you could tell he loved it too.

After a few seconds, he picked up his pace again, to your surprise.

“Daddy, please, I-I can’t ta- no more, please!” you whined, breathlessly. Every single nerve ending of yours was shot, way too overstimulated to continue.

“C’mon, just one more baby, gimme one more, Daddy just need to breed this little cunt and then we can be done okay?” He reassures you as he pounded into you mercilessly.

In almost no time at all, you felt another orgasm build in your gut, and you squirted any fluids you had left onto his stomach.

“Good girl, baby.” He smirks before moving his hands back to your hips to hold you down. “Just need to- fuck, oh my god, I’m gonna cum, gonna put a fucking baby in you, shhhit-” The warmth spread through you again as you feel him pump you full with his cum.

You’re both breathing heavy as his dick twitches inside you, his head hanging over yours and him smiling down at you.

“You did so good, baby.” He slowly pulls out of you and you whine at the empty feeling in your cunt. “Took everything I gave you so well, let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

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shegetsburned · 6 months

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დ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬. | 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 {𝟏𝟖+}

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : you and Shiu Kong have been fuck buddies for a while, now. one day, when he calls to make sure you’re free for your usual wednesday session, you tell him you can’t see him anymore.

He always texts, before getting to your apartment, to make sure you’re not busy. He prefers it that way since he’s mainly busy with clients and doesn’t have time to call you, but tonight, he’s feeling extra needy and presses your number to hear your voice.

Shiu sounds exhausted, probably after a long day at work, but he still wants to do this, it’ll help his soul. You can never tell when he’s tired. His eyes always look so sleepy.

"I’m coming over, around nine." as usual, he invites himself whenever he wants to, but you get to fuck Shiu Kong so you often allow him to impose an hour. This time it’s different though.

"we can’t do this tonight, shiu."

His first thought is that you’re probably joking. You guys have been doing this for months and haven’t had any problems, keeping this low-key and on his terms. You both were in accord with those terms, so what could possibly be the problem?

Unfortunately, you have been seeing someone for a while and that man has invited you to his home, for the first time.

"what do you mean?" His tone is detached, he doesn’t want you to know it annoys him. It makes this more complicated than it has to be.

You start to explain why you guys won’t be able to do this on any other wednesdays, not anymore. You try not to linger on your explanations because you know a few words speak a lot for Shiu.

He literally doesn’t care, though, you’re his.

"It doesn’t matter. It’s wednesday, doll." You’re literally able to turn his brain off. He needs this. You can hear Shiu’s irritation through the phone, but he tries to stay calm. "you don’t get to cancel our nights. we agreed on those terms."

Trying to explain that everything is going to change, from now on, is useless. Shiu is set on having you for tonight, and whether you have this date or not doesn’t matter to him.

What does matter is that you’ve had time to meet someone and he’s just been busy working and thinking about fucking you.

Shiu has been non-stop thinking about your cute whines, when he presses his weight against you to enter you deeper. The sound you make when you moan his name, so he knows he’s doing you so well. The way he studies your curves with his hands and feels the shiver on your skin when he breathes against your neck.

Shiu misses it more than ever tonight, and it bothers him to know another man could have what he has. He’s probably rubbing his forehead, debating on whether or not he should listen to his impulse.

"I’m on my way." He’s stubborn, and you’re begging him to stop wasting his time, but he won’t give up so easily. "what are you gonna do? toss and turn in his bed while thinking of me instead?" Shiu thinks it’s ridiculous that you could believe another man can pleasure you as well as he does, and he’s probably right.

You’re thinking of how well he massages your clit with his thumb, how he explores exactly the right spots with his fingers between your legs, how his touch sends shivers down your entire being and how his hard cock fits so well into you.

Nobody knows how to satisfy you like Shiu, and you bet it won’t change with the arrival of this new guy. He reads into your thoughts. "honey, he’ll never give you what you need."

That same night, you end up under Shiu Kong just like all the other wednesdays, after declining the other man’s invitation. You’re not able to detach yourself from the pleasure Shui gives you. He’ll fuck you stupid, before leaving for work the next morning, this time leaving his jacket behind for you to know he won’t allow you to have this kind of relationship with anyone but him.

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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hi! i love ur work! i was wondering if you could do a poly!marauders or just remus taking care of r when they're stressed abt school. like maybe reader doesn't sleep bc they're studying and they're just trying to get r to sleep or to take a rest but they're stubborn like "i have to learn this, i'll go to sleep as soon as i finish studying"

Thanks so much sweetheart!

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 623 words

When Remus wakes in the early hours of the morning, you’re still not in bed. He forces himself up, padding down the hall to where a light is still on over the kitchen table.

You’re lying there like a puppet that’s had its strings cut, one hand still on the trackpad of your laptop and a tiny puddle of drool spreading on the table from where your face rests against the wood.

You look like you’re deep in slumber, but as soon as Remus’s fingertips brush your shoulder you jolt awake.

“I’m up,” you say, seemingly to yourself or perhaps some omniscient judge of your work ethic.

Remus flattens his palm on your upper back. He thinks he can actually feel the strained muscles around your neck from being slumped over the way you had. “This isn’t a very comfortable place to doze off, dove.”

“I just—” You blink forcefully, giving your head a little shake as if to reinvigorate yourself. It doesn’t look like it makes your eyelids weigh any less. “Just took a power nap. I’m good now.”

Remus takes your hand, moving it out of the way so he can close your laptop. You seem hardly able to track his movements, eyebrows pinching when you hear the click of it shutting.

“It’s late,” he says. “Time for bed.”

“Not yet.” You’re shaking your head again. “I will soon, I just have to finish studying first.”

“You’ve studied all you can.” Remus tugs your hand gently, trying to encourage you to your feet. “You won’t be able to retain anything more when you’re this tired.”

You stay stubbornly in your chair. “I just need some more coffee.”

“The only thing you need right now,” he says firmly, pulling you up and away from the kitchen table, “is your pillow.”

He starts leading you toward the bedroom, and you’re not resisting him anymore but Remus can see the uncertainty on your face. You’ve been worrying about this test for weeks; Remus doubts you’ll ever feel like you’ve studied enough for it, but he feels bad worsening your nerves by making you stop.

“Darling, you’ve got circles under your eyes so dark I could mistake you for a raccoon,” he says softly, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand. “You’ll do much better on your exam if you’re well rested, trust me.”

You sigh, too exhausted even for anxiety, and lean your head on his shoulder. “Okay,” you say dully. “Thanks, Rem.”

He kisses your head in response. It’s lucky that you’d changed into your pajamas before beginning your study session, because all you have to do is get right into bed. You set your phone on your nightstand, and Remus reaches across you to take it.

“What’re you doing?” you ask, voice already soft and slightly slurred as you let your head sink into your pillow.

Remus taps at your screen, squinting in the blue light. “Shh, go to sleep.”

“Remus.” You sound more alert, and he holds up a hand to fend you off as you reach for the device. “Stop it.”

“No, I’m turning off your alarms so you can get some real rest.” You whine as he finishes, shutting your phone off with a click and setting it on his nightstand where you can’t tamper with it. “No more power naps, dove. I won’t let you miss your class, alright? Go to sleep.”

You make a huffing sound, but fatigue softens it into a sigh. “Fine.” You shuffle closer to him under the covers, seeking his warmth. “G’night.”

Remus wraps a hand around your middle, tugging you the rest of the way to him and pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

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ncteez · 1 year

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Unlikely Scenario (k.m)

You’re in love with the way your boyfriend is nothing but loving and sweet outside of the bedroom. You love even more the way he falls into the persona of a rough and aggressive dominant in the bedroom– but what if you also want to love your boyfriend when he’s the one on his knees?

or the one where you try to push your dominant boyfriend into submission and it’s a struggle. it kind of works, then again, it kind of doesn’t.

ao3 | m.list | reblog to give mingyu a boner

minors dni!!

WORDCOUNT― 6k

PAIRING― mingyu x afab reader

CONTENT― established relationship, submissive girlfriend trying to pull the whole “oh how the tables have tabled” on her dominant boyfriend

WARNINGS ― its mingyu so there’s some mentions to how huge this big ass bitch is compared to you (size kink in the form of height). If that pulls you out of the story, i’m sorry.

NOTE― ok so this started as something, then as i wrote it..it became something else. yikes. anyway, i need him so bad u don’t understand. this fic is dedicated to me because I deserve it. also, i cannot even see straight after writing this, can’t believe i did this in a mere two hour time frame…jfc. not proof read

smut tags under cut::

smut tags― BIG DICK MINGYU, pussy eating/face riding, masturbation, whining and whimpering, hair pulling, begging, teasing, cock warming, pussy drunk mingyu, floor sex, sitting on his lap position, crying, unprotected sex, overstimulation, he kind of takes control back but it’s not in a dominant way– it’s more of an im so desperate to fuck you, i can’t stop.

There are days where you look at your boyfriend and think, yeah, he’s very clearly a soft and adoring man. One who is endearing, with his glistening eyes in the grocery store and tired yawns when he gets home from work. On those days, you find yourself melting into his rough palms, teasing and swaying you further from the release you both needed.

Then there are days like today, where you look at him and he looks just like he does on any other day, but you want to see those tired droopy eyes glistening in a different way. Shining in the way he makes yours do when he’s hovering over you. Never have you even suggested this to him out of the three years you’ve been dating. You love being manhandled, degraded, teased, and he loved doing it to you.

The dynamic works perfectly, and of course, it’s not always like this in the bedroom. Sometimes he isn’t too keen on edging you for hours with an evil smirk, sometimes he just wants to love on you and be close to you.

And on a day like today, you don’t want any of that. You don’t want his fingers prying you open and pressing into you until you’re soaking one smiling boyfriend and probably the wall behind him, no, no. You don’t want to hear the sounds of his palms slapping your skin, or his teeth grazing your most sensitive areas. No!

You’re so in your head about it today, staring at your boyfriend like an animal hunting for prey. He’s just sitting there, unknowing, giggling at stupid memes the two of you have seen four thousand times by now, a talk show muffled behind his laughs because you’re really more focused on him than anything else. It’s a sunday afternoon after all, and today is the only free day the two of you have when you’re not both exhausted from the week’s events.

You wonder if he will be into it and if you’ll even have the ability not to melt into his grasp the second he shifts into his dominant self. You wonder more though, what it’ll be like to have this big ass man shivering at every touch you give to him, begging for more, whimpering.

“Are you just gonna look at memes all day?” You ask, making your way into the living room to claim both the couch and Mingyu as your seat.

“Probably, why?” He starts, leaning back against the cushions to make room for your legs on his lap. “You wanna do something today?”

“Hm, not really,” You shrug as you get comfortable, reaching an arm up to twirl his messy hair in your fingers. He hasn’t even brushed it today, but you love the way it looks on him. “I just wanted to ask.”

Mingyu turns his head slightly, narrowing his eyes at you with a knowing look. You never act this nonchalant if you don’t want something. You never play with his hair like this unless you’re both cuddled up in bed or you clearly want him to read your mind.

“What’re you getting at?” He asks in a playful rasp, tilting into the feeling of your fingers in his hair as if he’s a puppy about to start wagging his tail. “You want something, and I’m not about to start making guesses without a hint.”

“You’re right, I do want something.” You smile, tugging slightly at a stand of his hair and looking away from him. “But I’m not gonna tell you what it is. You’ll just have to find out when it happens.”

He huffs in response to that before letting out a breathy chuckle. You wonder if he thinks you’re just trying to be a brat today. Maybe he thinks you’re gonna be annoying so that he will wrestle you down on the bed and put you in your place. That’s not it though. All you need is to get a reaction out of him in order to have him retiring with you to the bedroom sooner rather than later.

It didn’t take long to do that, as expected. It’s barely three in the afternoon by the time he’s fighting off a semi-hard on because you won’t stop pressing his buttons.

From complementing his arms in the most annoying way to “accidentally” grabbing his bulge without warning. You know, the whole blatantly grabbing it then looking him in the eye with a small “Oops, thought it was something else.”

He gritted his teeth through it for a little while before throwing his own form of teasing back at you. It all came to a sudden stop when he pressed you against the wall, effectively leaving no space for you to run and staring you straight in the eye. “If you want me to fuck you, you can just say that.”

Of course you could have just said that, but it’s not what you want. You want to fuck him.

So, now here the two of you are, you’re against the wall and he’s looming over you with all the power in the world. He knows how to end the teasing, he knows how to give you what you’d normally want, but he doesn’t know that maybe you can flip the tables on him.

He’s taken aback when you don’t look away from him, and even more appalled at the smirk you throw his way. Already, that switch in his head went off and you can tell that at any moment he’s going to drag you into the bedroom and give you what he thinks you want.

“You think you know everything,” You smirk, throwing your hand forward and grabbing his growing length through his loose sweatpants. He winces at the feeling, arching into it almost. “If you want to fuck me, you could just say that.” You continue.

You mimic his words from before, a small power play to assert some type of dominance over him. Even in the position you’re in right now, even if you know all he needs to do is throw his hand around your throat to put an end to your plan, you’re still going to try.

“Oh?” He quirks his brow, eyes trailing from your eyes to your middle, then back up. “You think I’m that desperate?”

You smile with a short nod, squeezing him in your palm to see if he reacts. He does, but you don’t think he notices. You can see that little curl on his lip twitch, with his confident smile never truly falling.

“That hurts me,” You fake-whine, now palming him to urge his cock to grow to its full length. “You don’t want me as badly as I want you?”

He pauses, closing one eye as if to think with the correct side of his brain and try to ignore the fact that you always know exactly how to jerk him off.

“you know that’s not it.” He falters with a gentle voice, giving into your false search of reassurance and once again arching into your hand.

You can feel the press against your palm, he’s getting there.

“Then why don’t you ever show it?” You press on, prodding his brain to continue to take his dominant confidence down level by level. “I’m always the one having to ask for it.”

Mingyu doesn’t pause this time, his arm at the side of your head lowers to your cheek and caresses you there.

“I love when you beg for me though,” He starts, leaning in closer to ghost his lips over yours. “You love it too.”

You can practically feel him not back down, even though he clearly isn’t aware of what you’re trying to do here. A wave of confidence flows through you too, and you refuse to back down this time as well. Your hand remains, pumping him through his pants and lurching forward against his lips.

He sighs into it, the hand caressing your cheek goes to the back of your neck as he, as always, dominates the kiss and angles your head in any way he deems fit.

When you don’t react the way you normally do though, he appears to put even more effort into it. Kissing you in all the ways that would usually make you moan. Until he’s losing breath and trailing down your neck.

At that point, you slide away from him leaving that small space between him and the wall and abandoning his now fully hard length, pulsing with no friction under his pants.

He stares at you as you back away from him with a smile, motioning for him to follow you. When he does, it’s another small victory in your head. You’re the one leading him this time, he’s the one chasing.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks as he follows you through the hallway, already untying the drawstring of his sweats and slipping them off by the time he gets to the door of your shared room.

You don’t answer, and for some reason that’s got him thinking too hard about what’s happening right now. Never once have you rejected his advances. By now, you’d be grinding against his thigh and taking whatever you can from him against that wall in the other room. Instead, you’re stepping into the bedroom and not removing a single article of clothing.

He watches you with curiosity, scratching the back of his neck before lifting his shirt off of him as well. If he wanted to, he could walk up to you and have you right here right now, but he can admit to being genuinely curious as to what the fuck you’re trying to pull on him today.

“C’mere,” You say, standing against the bed and ignoring the fact that he’s so big. From his biceps to his shoulders, to his cock.

When he walks up to you, he thinks he’s going to be able to simply press you back to have you falling onto the bed and spreading your legs for him, but he’s shocked when he gets to you and you’re the one managing to spin him around and harshly shove him down on the bed.

He stares up at you in shock when you straddle him with a smile, and he can’t help but let out a sigh when you plant yourself directly on his length without so much as adjusting it.

“No, really,” He starts with another wince, hands shooting to your waist to stop any looming assumption that you’re about to start grinding against him. “What are you trying to do?”

You laugh, reaching down and pulling his cock into position, flat against his pelvis. You raise the band of his underwear and easily snap it back down onto his length, the head of it peeking out now. He seethes out a pained sound when he feels the snap, his shoulders tensing at it before he looks at you for an answer.

“I’m trying to see how much you want me.” You say casually, waving your hand as if it’s obvious. “I’d like to know why you’re fighting it. Unless you really don’t want me as much as I want you?”

He furrows his brows at you and swallows around his words. This isn’t what he’s used to, but he does hold a particular type of love when it comes to giving you what you deserve. He thinks briefly back to all of the times you’ve been shaking, begging, and crying to have him. Is that…is that what you’re trying to make him do?

His face feels hot as a blush creeps up on him. He’s not used to blushing in bed, in fact, the last time he blushed around you was when you had sex for the first time and you both expected the other to be as vanilla as possible.

“Oh–” Mingyu starts, his hands on your waist gripping a bit harder when you instantly cut off his words with a harsh grind.

You’re not going to argue about it. You’re going to have him fucking writhing if it’s the last thing you do. You grind harder when he doesn’t react past trying to stop your hips with his grip, still he hasn’t continued his train of thought, so you think you’ve got it in the bag by this point.

“Jesus,” He groans when you continue even as he tries to stop you. The fabric of his underwear rubs harshly against the underside of his cock so aggressively that it’s starting to burn. “Okay, fuck. Okay.” He tries to get you to relent, but you don’t.

The immediate overstimulation is a lot to take for someone like him. Usually he gives himself just the right amount, never too little, never too much, because usually he’s the one in control. He’s realizing now though, how hard it is to give in to the lack of control. It’s not that he isn’t enjoying it, it’s just that like, you know, he likes overstimulating you.

“That’s right,” You comment with a smile, sighing out at the feeling of rubbing yourself against his length. “Be quiet unless you don’t want this.”

He is still just staring at you in awe, the searing pain of fabric-rash nearly throwing him over edge and making him want to put a stop to it almost instantly. But then he remembers how often he’s used your clothing against you. Now, looking up at you as you grind against him, he can’t help but think you’ve never looked more sexy than you do right now, using his own tactics against him.

Perched up there, looking down at him with what he assumes is the same type of smirk he gives to you, he gives in easier than he ever expected he would. Already, he finds himself wanting to ask you to take his briefs off, already he wants to feel if you’re wet because of this. Already. Goddamn, that was fast and it’s not looking promising for him.

“You look like you want to say something,” You say, grinding back and resting your hips for a moment. You don’t spare him though, as you move your hand to resume the stimulation against him. “Go on, tell me what you wanna say.”

He rolls his eyes at you, laughing internally at how good you already seem to be at his job. He doesn’t mind it anymore though, interested in seeing how you intend to go about all of this. Really though, you could have just said “Hey, let me have control this time.”

But no. He should know you don’t work that way. You never ask for things outside of the bedroom, you simply demand them. He really should’ve known that you’d want to do this at some point.

“Nothing to say?” You ask, pulling off of him and standing to your feet. “I’ll take it that by the look on your face, you know exactly what’s happening?”

He nods, watching you stand and take your own pants off. There, he can already see the wet seeping through your panties. He nearly lets out a groan at it, because you somehow appear to be more wet than usual just by putting him in his place.

“Get up.” You demand, now having him in the head space you want him in.

He listens without a single protest, scooting forward and standing up in front of you.

For a moment, when you look up at him, you nearly buckle and want to beg him to take back his control. So tall, so broad. That blown out look in his eye always gets you, but at this moment he’s the one that is waiting for direction and it feels so fucking surreal to have him looming without intent, waiting, anticipating what you’re going to do. It’s intimidating to say the least, but you press on.

“Now–” You pause, swallowing down that last bit of submission in your head and looking up at him. “Get down.”

He skews his head, hooding his eyes as he does just that. Slowly but surely lowering himself onto his knees in front of you.

You look down at him this time, feeling much more confident when you see him like this rather than him towering over you. The confidence comes right back as you shuffle closer to him. He scoots back as you get closer, up until his feet are nearly under the bed and his back is against it.

Somehow, he looks obedient down there. You’ve never seen him look like this, with his eyes staring up at you, hair in his face and eyes sparkling much like they do when he tries to find the perfect tomato to buy and bring home.

Mingyu opts to stay silent for now, watching and waiting to see how you plan to take what you want. But that silence is short lived when you lift your leg onto the bed and hover your clothed pussy in front of his face.

Already he’s reaching out with a proud moan and trying to grip your ass to pull you against his face, but you resist the pull.

“Hands to yourself,” you chuckle out, swirling your hips in front of his face. “I’ll tell you when you can touch it.”

He nearly groans in protest, but doesn’t. He lowers his hands and watches you dance what he wants in front of him. Honestly, he can smell your arousal and it’s already driving him insane.

“Is this what you want?” You ask him, pulling at your panties until they shift between your folds, exposing all but your entrance and clit to him.

Mingyu can barely respond, suddenly spiraling into a world of arousal at the way you dangle yourself in front of him. He swallows hard around a lump in his throat, tongue falling out of his mouth for you to sit on without so much as an ounce of shame.

“Hm?” You urge out an answer when you reach down to grab his hair and force his eyes up to you rather than your pussy.

His whispered “yes” comes out in a rasp after he pulls his tongue back into his mouth, and while you wanted a please at the end of his admittance, you take what you can get.

You adjust your panties back to their rightful position before sitting the expanse of your pussy against his chin while keeping his head tilted back by the hair. He nuzzles slightly, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of you like the animal that he is.

“You act desperate to taste but you aren’t admitting it.” You laugh, guiding his head against your panties and fawning over the way he presses his nose into it without shame.

Mingyu admits it with his tongue falling back out of his mouth again. Flattening it against the wet fabric and not moving it even an inch just to taste the stale arousal you managed to gather for him to swallow up.

The warmth of his tongue is enough to have you gripping his hair again, pulling his head back and away from your core just to look at him. His dominant tongue strains to reach out and continue tasting you though, to the point that it’s almost embarrassing to see him act like this.

“God, I didn’t think you could be so pathetic so fast,” You comment, pressing him back to your core and grinding up against his tongue.

You can feel him flex the muscle, stiffening it to press the seat of your panties into your pulsing hole, and releasing a small moan at the way your leg shakes a bit at it. Even when he’s down here, face full of pussy, you’re still reacting like you would if he were the one in control. He might love it a bit too much. Even if he looks pathetic down here, he’s only pathetic for this pussy.

“Mhm,” he hums against you, leaning more into the pussy in front of him rather than the harsh grip your hands have in his hair. “If you’d just let me–”

You’re taken aback when he goes against your demands of keeping his hands to himself. You can feel one of his hands shoot to your ass and press you more against his mouth, and his other hand hooking your panties to the side.

Barely able to react before a moan leaves your lips, he buries his tongue into your with a pointed hum against you. You can feel the vibrations flow through you to the point that you can’t help but grind. Fucking yourself against his tongue and then pulling back in a way to swirl your clit around the muscle.

His remains focused on the act as he closes his eyes. He even finds himself satisfied by the way you move on him that he releases the grip on your ass, trusting you to take what you need from him yourself, and instantly shoots that same hand between his legs. Not offering too much to himself, but enough to have him moaning the way you clearly want him to.

That, he does. Pressing his palm against his cock and furrowing his brows as his tongue tastes and licks up every inch of you. The way you grind is heavenly and the way your fingers tug at his hair only heightens the pleasure for him when he finally groans into you.

The sound alone is enough to have you grinding harder, your thrusts becoming shorter just to feel his tongue repeatedly hit the same spot on your clit as you do it. You can see his lips curl into a smile around his tongue and you roll your eyes at the image of his unwavering confidence. Trying still to dominate even while on his knees.

That’s when you take note of his moving shoulder, hidden from under your hiked up leg.

“So that’s why you seem so content,” You comment, halting your grinds. “Focus on me, get your hand off of your dick.”

His eyes shoot open, realizing he’s been caught and instantly follows your demands. He follows them so much actually, that he does focus entirely on you. Your voice speaking to him that way, denying him of his own pleasure? Fucking amazing, that’s what you are.

Both hands shoot back to your ass as he practically hugs you in order to plant your pussy directly back onto his face. And just like that, he willingly and intentionally smothers himself in your scent. He easily nuzzles his nose against your clit while swirling his tongue around your hole, poking and prodding it while holding your hips in place.

He can feel your hands in his hair grip tighter, and then your legs shake and you try to pull away. But no, not this time. He will let you take control after this. He promises himself, and promises you with a desperate moan to keep you planted on him.

The moan wasn’t an act, he actually is desperate to get you to come this way, nearly purring into you when he pulls his head back just a bit to lick up and down your slit at an aggressive and animalistic pace.

“Taste so good,” He groans, allowing himself to spiral as he laps away at you. “More.”

You’ve gone silent save from constant sighs of pleasure and hums. More? He wants more?

Already loving the way he manages to still be dominant while on his knees, you do the opposite to gain control again. You can tell he’s incredibly turned on, so now is the perfect time to pull that control back. You slide off of his face, pulling your leg back and watching the whole time as his mouth manages to chase the taste of you until he no longer can.

You study him, his cock leaking against the band of his briefs and his lips wet and glistening. He looks back at you with a look of…anger, maybe? You chuckle at it before lifting your shirt off of you and letting your breasts spring free.

“You were so close to begging,” You coo at him, stepping forward and falling to your knees in front of him, almost mimicking his own pose. Still, he towers over you like this, but you make a point to make him smaller than he is when you push his head down to your chest. “What a cutie.”

For some reason, he loves that compliment so fucking much in this moment with you. He strains his body to suck against one of your nipples, humming at the compliment and wanting nothing more than to hear you praise him now rather than beg him. Never did he think this would be something he’s into, but damn.

You sense that he likes it with the way he moves his tongue on your chest, he always speeds up his actions when you do something he likes. Usually it’s when you start to cry, or whimper, or choke– but this time it’s because you called him cute.

Taking note of that, you hold his head against your chest as you allow yourself to feel his tongue abuse your nipple briefly. Then you’re throwing yourself back into action by scooting back and away from him before tapping at his legs. “Take these off, and sit properly.”

He listens, in a daze of wanting nothing more than to have you back in his mouth in whatever way you deem fit.

You’re pleased by his obedience when he kicks his briefs off and fully exposes his raging cock. Leaking, stiff, slightly raw from the fabric. Your mouth nearly waters at it when he sits flat on the floor and leans against the bed.

Typically, you’d go ahead and choke on it for a few minutes, but by this point you kind of want to feel him inside of you. You want to see how he will react to the overwhelming relief of having his cock inside of you, and so you slip your panties off and plant yourself on him without warning.

His arms shoot around you with a drawn-out moan of feeling you go straight for the kill. You slide down so easily, and he can’t help but shiver at how wet and tight you are as you spread yourself open on.

He squeezes around you with his arms, burying his face into your neck with a gasp and somewhat of a whimper. One that shows you that you’re doing exactly what he needs, but probably not what he wants.

You, on the other hand, hold your moans in so that you can hear him clearly. With his hair tickling your cheek and his cock practically impaling you, it’s difficult not to try and wiggle away from your own doing. He splits you open so fucking good, the uncomfortable fit making your ears and cheeks feel hot as you try to adjust without showing him a reaction of either pain or pleasure.

He’s the one whimpering about it. You know that the stretch you’re feeling must be overwhelming on his end too. You can feel his cock twitch, and his breath hitches with each second you don’t move on him. You sit there with your weight holding his hips in place to where he couldn’t fuck up even if he wanted to, which you can tell he does.

And you stay that way until his gasps become wet, and you can feel the remnants of drool fall against your neck as he tries to contain himself. You stay even as his gasps turn to little moans, pleading for you to move, until they turn to full out whimpers of pain. His hands grip at you in this harsh and close hug, his chest squishing your tits so close to your own body that you know he’s coming undone as you sit on him.

“Do you want to fuck me?” You question his hair, and you feel a short nod.

“Say it.”

Mingyu’s body jerks under you as he spreads his legs and leaves your ass hovering just above the floor as you sit on him. The slight change of angle causes you to moan softly at the way the head of his cock reaches impossibly deeper.

“Just ask, and I’ll let you.” You continue as you try to compose yourself, clenching your walls around him to elicit a response, but it appears he’s gone.

Absolutely lost to the warmth of you, his hands grip harder and his legs tense up.

“I could be coming so deep inside of you right now,” he tries to say, flinching at the way you clench around him again. “Of fucking course i want to fuck you.”

You pull back from his grip to give him a disappointed look.

“Well, you can’t.” You smile, clenching around him again and watching him drop his head back against the mattress in a pained groan of defeat.

And like that, he feels you clench again, and again, essentially jerking him off with your pussy alone until he’s babbling and rolling his eyes back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, still.” He groans, throwing his hand to his hair to run his fingers through it, as if he’s searching for any type of relief since you’re not offering much to him. “I bet you feel so full right now, can’t believe you’re not bouncing on me yet, can’t believe you’re not begging me to fuck you.”

It’s like a fucking competition at this point to have him completely give in. You want him to give himself up to you, you want him to let you take him for all he’s worth.

“Not until you give in.” You challenge, swirling your hips just a bit to see if it helps your case. And god, it does.

Surprisingly, he winces and begins to shiver under you at just that short movement, you watch his hand go from his hair to the blankets just behind and above his head to grip at them. You can feel him try to tense his ass, just to press into you a bit– just to see if he can get away with fucking you.

“I can see how badly you want it, just admit it.”

There it is, and there he goes. That last bit of brick wall between his dominant side and submissive side disappears and he’s falling into it. Easier now than before, it’s not an act now. Though it wasn’t entirely before either. He is desperate at this point. He’s not doing it because it’s what you want, he’s doing it because it’s what he needs.

You draw back slightly at his hiccup, not at all expecting him to start fucking crying. But he does, his eyes prickling and glistening more than they ever have as the tears well up in his eyes. Not tears of sadness, but very clearly tears of pleading.

“Oh,” You sigh out, clenching again but this time completely unintentionally at the image. Your big, looming boyfriend is sitting broken with his cock nestled so deep inside of you that he’s actually fucking crying because you won’t let him move. “My god.” You sigh out again when he looks at you with a deep breath.

“You do want me that badly.” You confirm for him, knowing that his throat must hurt as he tries to continue to contain himself.

He nods aggressively, not even realizing how far he’s fallen from his throne, furrowing his brows as one of the tears falls down his cheek and he’s a heaving mess waiting for you to just fucking move.

So, you do. You slide him out of you just a bit before sitting again and in an instant he’s shooting his arms around you and gripping you so tightly, hoping to whatever god above tells you to hang onto him because he knows for a fact that he can’t string together the words at the moment.

Just like that, he gains control over you in a way that isn’t dominant at all. He’s lost in it, holding you so tightly and tipping you onto your back so fast that you can barely comprehend the speed he’s fucking you at.

His eyes are still wet, and his hands are still bruising, and his cock is driving into you so aggressively that somehow he’s going harder than he does when you ask him to fuck you rough. So this is how he is when he’s desperate.

The wet sounds of your pussy being slammed, his lips sucking at your neck, whimpering at the sudden and intense relief his cock is getting– it’s um.. it’s a lot to handle.

And when he starts trying to talk in a whisper, it comes out at varying volumes, causing your ears to ring with somehow, even more arousal than before.

“Can’t believe you pulled this out of me,” he starts, long and hard thrusts pushing you up inch by inch on the floor under him. “You feel so fucking good,” he continues, rambling out words he doesn’t even know he’s saying. “I couldn’t–” He pauses in a moan, slamming into you particularly hard and causing you to yelp, which causes him to nearly growl out the next words. “I couldn’t hold back anymore,”

You can’t respond, as you feel the lights in your head flicker and the fog set in.

“To think your pussy could have me crying,” he whimpers out pathetically this time, feeling his orgasm approach so fast that he doesn’t even want to edge himself like he normally would with you. “Still so tight, fuck.” He compliments through his chase, up until he’s stuttering his hips and crying out a string of curses and apologies for managing to be on top of you when he knew you wanted to be in control.

It’s not long before he realizes your spiral, mid orgasm, he notices your overstimulated shaking body and the reality smacks him in the face. Normally, you’re a sub, you’re his sub.. You practically forced yourself back into the mind-set while trying to force him into it, and when he tipped you over and couldn’t stop himself from taking the pleasure from you, you spiraled with him.

He continues to whisper out pained apologies as he releases the last bit of his cum into you before pulling you back up and into his arms. His heart is pounding, and his cock is twitching sensitively inside of you when he does it.

He winces at the feeling but focuses more on your silence, rubbing your clit roughly as you sigh against him limply, up until your body begins to shake in his arms and he works you through your orgasm like the perfect boyfriend he is.

“That didn’t end the way it was supposed to.” You pout, disappointed that he still ended up being the one to get both of you off.

He smiles fondly at you, feeling like he’s weightless as you gripe and complain about it.

“We can try again. I promise to totally submit to you next time.” He says with a gentle rub against your waist as you step into the shower. “I’ll even beg.”

You look at him with interest, smiling slightly but hating the fact that it didn’t work out how you wanted it to this time.

“I did cry, you know..” He reminds you, his cheeks heating up at the embarrassment of the fact that you managed to pull that out of him.

“You did.” You poke fun at him, feeling the water from the shower hit your sweat and cum stained skin, it’s warm and soothing. “And it was hot.”

He quirks a brow.

“We are too alike,” He gripes with a laugh, shaking his head and preparing to get into the shower with you. “but it’s gonna take some practice if you want me acting the way you act.”

“But you cried.”

“I did.”

#mingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #seventeen smut #svt smut

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thecuriousquest · 8 months

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Yandere Levi making his favourite cadet cockwarm him while he does paperwork and when she accidentally comes without permission he punishes her 😮‍💨

The Favorite

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, cock warming, orgasms, anal punishment, possessive tendencies, controlling tendencies, nipple play, clit stimulation

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Sitting on Levi’s cock while he does paperwork at his desk is unbearable. He takes his sweet time, sipping on tea. While he holds his pen in one hand, he brushes his thumb over your nipple. All you want to do is start bouncing, but you know you’ll be punished if you do.

You try to be still, but it’s so difficult. He’s not allowing you to do anything. You can’t even talk.

Squirming for the third time, he pinches your nipple rather harshly, causing you to yelp. You jump from the pain, and with Levi’s hard cock being left inside of you for so long, that little stimulation was all you needed to come.

“You didn’t,” accusation laces his tone.

Blushing so much that the heavens could see your rosy cheeks, you begin to trip over every word of justification that attempts to come out of your mouth. “I…I didn’t mean to…Captain, I swear, it was an accident!”

Putting his pen down, his free hand leaves your nipple. Both paws go straight to your hips as he lifts you up. The amount of juice dripping from your pussy shows just how long you’ve been sitting on his cock.

Hours. You’ve been there for two fucking hours.

“Mhm, didn’t I tell you not to come?”

Your eyes scrunch shut. “I’m sorry.”

“‘I’m sorry’ isn’t an answer, cadet.”

“Yes, I came without your permission. I couldn’t help it, Captain, please!”

“Don’t whine like a fucking brat.”

He finally lowers you back down on his lap, but you feel the tip of his cock in a different place now.

“Oh, Captain, please, it’s gonna hurt…”

“Hush, Darling, it won’t hurt as much since you came all over my dick.”

Slipping through your back entrance is jarring to say the least. You’re shocked at how painful it is, and you bite your lip to keep quiet. However, small whimpers climb from the depths of your throat and work past your swelling lip, giving the captain something to chase as his hips thrust into you.

You want to be still, you want to be good, but it’s too much stimulation. You find yourself leaning back against him. He pays you no mind. Ripping your shirt open with both hands, he pinches your nipple. Using his free fingers, he rubs your sensitive clit in circular motions.

Gasping for air you didn’t know you needed, you rut against him, fucking into his hand with glazed over eyes. It all feels so powerfully good.

“This is why you’re my favorite cadet. You just want to please your master. Such a submissive- hmmm- little fucking slut. Ah, fuck, look at you. You’re not even fighting it.”

You barely even hear him whispering and moaning in your ear. With your tongue hanging out, panting like a messy little pet, you find yourself nodding even though you can’t understand a word he says.

“You’re fucking enjoying this shit. Isn’t that right?”

Mindlessly agreeing, you nod. You couldn’t speak even if you tried. You’re trapped in a white space of bliss, surrounded by pleasure. It’s no longer painful, in fact, it’s peaceful.

“No other man gets to fucking have you like this. Only me. I’m the only one who gets to see you so vulnerable. Fuck, Y/N, I’m the only one who gets to have this tight little cunt.”

Suddenly, you two find yourselves gushing at the same time as he empties himself into you. You leak all over his white pants, too tired to care about the mess.

He pulls you off of him, and you’re so exhausted that you can only lean your head against his shoulder as he holds you in his lap. You can feel him still strumming your bare nipple like the strings of an instrument.

To him, you are his little instrument of pleasure. Your moans and screams are music to his ears, and he conducts you like a symphony. The way he can control every single one of your vocal chords to produce a capturing song is magnificent.

You can’t help giggling at this realization.

“Something amusing to you, cadet?” He looks at you with a stern expression.

“I’m like your little violin.”

You can tell he’s contemplating this by the soft, questioning “hmmm” rumbling in his chest. “Care to explain?”

Yawning, you shift your head on his shoulder, becoming even more comfortable. “I’m your favorite instrument to play with.”

As your eyes finally close, you miss the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Indeed you are.”

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wheatnoodle · 1 year

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part 3 :)

read part one and two

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july 13th, 1989. it was on a pure gut feeling alone that max was biking to loch nora at just gone 9:30pm.

steve had dropped dustin off earlier at the arcade, around three in the afternoon, but an hour in, walkied to let him know mrs. byers would be driving him home. dustin whined and complained into the receiver, only to get short, tired answers from the older teen, and shortly after that, silence. he switched it off.

he’d been doing that quite a bit lately. shutting off. shutting up. shutting down. he’s putting space between himself and the rest of the world. but this time felt…different. it felt wrong, even. and so, max’s scores dropped. she lost at pac-man four times. and she’s barely got even thirty tickets.

she can’t focus. even as she skates home, her brain is heavy with concern for her friend. for her brother. she pushes her food around on her plate at dinner, stares blankly at the table while her mom- while susan cracks open another beer. her homework stays in her backpack and she lays on her back on her bed, searching for advice in the ceiling.

and so she waits until 9:15 rolls around and she hears susan crash on the couch. then max is up and toeing on her shoes, stepping out of her room. she grabs her bag, shoves in two cans of chicken noodle soup, and sneaks out the front door.

she really shouldn’t be riding her bike when it’s this dark out, her glasses only helping in the daylight. but she pushes forward anyways. she has to. she makes it to his house in no time and parks her bike next to the front door.

unlike dustin, max rings the doorbell. few seconds later and the door cracks open about a foot. god, he looks…awful.

“hey, kid. um…’m sorry, but now’s not a good time,” steve slurs as he speaks, runs an uncoordinated hand through his hair that’s so messy it looks like he’s been yanking it all night. her eyes focus in on the red splotches in his cheeks, tear tracks illuminated by the porch light. his eyes are red rimmed and puffy, making them even bigger, even browner. the neck is stretched out in his shirt, the scar across his throat an angry red with scratches up and down his skin. sweatpants slipping just slightly down his hips and showing off more scarring.

“actually, it seems like now is the right time,” max says softly and nudges her way inside. there’s empty beer cans on the floor, couch pillows and throw blankets strewn everywhere.

“sorry ‘bout the…y’know. the mess,” he mumbled and gestures vaguely to the living room. she turns to face him, takes in how exhausted he seems, how he curls in on himself.

her backpack hits the ground and max walks forward, throwing her arms around his neck and holding on as tight as she can. it takes a few seconds before he hugs her back, burying his face in the top of her head. she’s not even the slightest bit grossed out as she feels fresh tears in her hair. her heart clenches.

“I brought soup,” she says into his shoulder. it gets a weak laugh into her hair and she pulls back with a little smile. “i’m gonna go make that, ‘cause i didn’t eat and i don’t think you have either. i think you should come sit at the table while i make it because quite frankly, i don’t trust you to not fall down your basement stairs.”

he nods a bit, cringing at the pain in his head. “fair enough.”

she’s made dinner and cleaned up for her drunk mom plenty of times, it’s like second nature. but this time, it doesn’t feel like a chore. like something she has to do. she wants to do it. she wants to take care of him. she’s helping. he needs a friend, and she is here. just like he always is for her.

it’s silent while they eat. comfortable silence. and soon enough he’s sipping on a hot tea and she’s doing her homework across from him.

“did i ever tell you about the russians?”

she looks up when he breaks the quiet. his voice is scratchy, dry from all his tears. “hm?” she hums, pushes him to elaborate.

“the russians. at starcourt,” steve says casually, like he’s talking about the weather. it happens so often, it might as well be. she puts her pencil down.

“no. do you want to?” max asks. her full attention is back on him. the bags under his eyes are so dark.

“yeah. it’s heavy shit though, so you don’t have to hear it if you don’t want to.” it blows her mind that even in such a state, he offers her an out. he lets her know that he puts her above him.

“tell me about it.” she’s sure in her words. she’s grown too quickly. wise beyond her years. it breaks his heart.

“you know the mall was just a front for the russians and their gate to the upside down. i won’t bore you with how we got there, but we ended up in their like…lab, bunker thing? in like…the basement?” his brows are scrunched and he’s staring straight into his mug, playing with the teabag string. “and…and they saw us. me, robin, dustin, erica. god, i can’t believe i got those two involved-“

“you wouldn’t have been able to stop them if you tried. you know that,” max interrupts him. she knows how stubborn those two are. she also knows how undeniably loyal they are as well.

“yeah…yeah, i know. but…anyways, they saw us. and we’re getting chased by russian soldiers through this underground lab and i’m dressed like a fucking sailor with nothing but an ice cream scoop in my pocket.” max snorts at the memory of his old uniform. (though of course she can’t help but miss the shorts.) “yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. go on.”

“okay. so they’re chasing us, and we make it through this door. we get is shut and luckily, there’s this like hatch in the floor. and robin and i are using our whole body weight to hold this door closed. they’re pounding on the other side and it’s so loud. i’m yelling at the kids to go down that fuckin’ hatch. dustin just stops. looks like he’s gonna try and stay back. if i could kick him down that hole, i would.

“finally, the kid goes down and it’s at just the right time because they open the door. i don’t know what they did to robin, yelled at them not to hurt her, but they grabbed me and i’m being…dragged to this room. at some point they get cuffs on my wrists and the bench in this room is metal and it’s so, so cold. and they shut the door. big, heavy fuckin’ door. there’s two dudes there.” he pauses, shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“steve…you don’t need to it it’s too much to think about,” max says, reaches her leg across and kicks his shin. he looks like he’s been going back to that room tonight.

“no, ‘s fine. gotta at some point,” he shrugs. “anyways, they start asking all these questions. they start with like, how did you get down here? what do you know? how did you find us? and…and i keep telling them that it was a mistake, that like…our shipment didn’t come or some shit and we went to look for it. said the elevator fell. that wasn’t good enough. they didn’t believe me. and the other guy who’s standing there, he just starts…he’s…he’s just fuckin’…wailin’ on me.”

she watches with sad eyes as he mimics getting punched in the face, his own fist lightly connecting with his jaw.

“no matter what i said. and he’s…he’s asking me who i work for. i tell him the truth, tell him i work at scoops. fuckin’ ice cream, dude. might as well have been telling him the best joke he’s ever heard. the other one just keeps punching me. i can’t hear them anymore. i don’t remember when that happened, but suddenly my ears were just ringing and my eyes were so blurry, all i can see is my own blood. it’s all i can taste.”

his hands are trembling as he scrambles in his pockets for his pack of newports and a black bic lighter. when he can’t get it to light, she reaches across and takes the lighter, flicking the flame and holding it steady. he nods his thanks.

he pulls in deep, holding it in his lungs until it burns. “dude, i’m fuckin’ begging them at this point to just kill me. i can feel the bones in my face just like, breaking every time he punches me. at some point, i pass out. finally, y’know? in the back of my mind, i’m hoping i’m dead. and then i wake up! tied to a chair! and to make things worse, robin hasn’t gotten away because she’s tied to my back. and after i get the life beaten out of me, at some point she reminds me what an asshole i was. which sucked, i was already hurting. then they gave me the ol’ mad max.”

“the what?”

“needle in the neck with some random drug.” a hand covers her mouth. she can feels tears in her eyes that she tries to blink away.

“holy shit…who- who knows about this?” max’s voice shakes as she speaks. she wants to reach out, run her fingertips over the barely there scars. she pulls the sleeves of her sweatshirt over her hands instead (it’s two sizes two big since it’s technically not her’s but it’s been a hard night and he’s dead, so he can’t tell her not to take it anyways).

“hm…robin, dustin, erica…now you too,” he says, staring off into the distance. she can’t get him to meet her gaze. “every time i close my eyes, i’m back there. i can’t fall asleep without dreaming of being there, or being…eaten…by fucking bats in another dimension.”

“i get that. every day i see that…thing killing him. i see vecna…taking his image and using it to hurt me. i’m hoping the memories from in the creel house don’t come back though,” max mumbles. steve passes her a napkin and she realizes she didn’t do as good a job holding her tears in as she thought.

“i hope you don’t remember it either,” he agrees. “i hate it here.”

“where? this house, hawkins, or life?”

“all of the above?”

“fair.” she nods, takes a sip of her neglected water. “would you leave?”

he doesn’t say anything. just takes a drag from his cigarette and taps off the ash in an empty cup. a look takes over his face. like he’s searching for the right words to avoid hurting her.

“yeah. in a heartbeat.”

she can’t be mad at him. she gets it. she loves the family she’s made in hawkins, but if she had the choice, they never would have moved here. “have you been looking at places? like…outside of here?”

“i…” he sighs. he knows he can’t lie, not to max. “i was lookin’ at this little place out west. it’s all the way out in california.”

max smiles then. bright and crinkling her eyes. “you would love it there.”

“yeah?” he chuckles weakly, clears his throat of the smoke.

“yeah. the sun and the water. you can be a stupid volleyball jock.” that one gets a real laugh out of him, one that’s got him slapping a hand over his mouth and her snorting at him. “but really. if it feels right, like leaving here will…will make life even just a little bit easier, do it. we’ll be okay. you have saved us so many times, it’s time you save you too.”

“max…”

“steve. it’s over. you can take a break from fighting for your life.” she watches as it all seems to click into place. something in his eyes changes and she knows he’s made his decision.

he writes down the address in her math notebook. tells her that if she’s more than welcome any time.

“i don’t know what to do about eddie,” he mumbles with a heavy sigh, his shoulders deflating.

her brows pull together and she looks at him in pure confusion. “what about him?”

“just…i dunno…” he says into his tea mug. she takes a second to look at him, squints as she thinks things through. and then she’s nodding.

“personally, i think eddie will wait until you’re ready. nothin’ wrong with needing to focus on yourself for a bit. besides, you can’t get into a special friendship with a special friend if you’re just gonna drag them down because you haven’t given yourself the time you need to heal from the shit the world dealt you.” max leans back in her chair, sips more of her water.

it’s steve’s turn to squint at her, glancing at her with faux disgust. “since when did it become you giving me advice? supposed to be the other way around.”

she smirks cockily, crosses her arms over her chest. “what can i say, i’m like, really good at it.”

—

they’ve gathered in eddie’s government present mobile home, everyone far too cramped together but nobody uncomfortable. dustin thought it felt like safe ground to break the news to everyone.

they’re sitting around, staring up at robin who’s standing in the middle of the room as she explains the events of the past few days. how steve had acted at the bonfire, to him no call no showing a shift and not answering keith’s calls, all the way to dustin letting himself in to the harrington household.

“…everything was just…gone. it was like he…like he never even…existed,” she chokes on her words, tears overflowing her large eyes. there’s a collective gasp amongst the group. nobody knows what to say.

max leans back on the couch, out of most people peripheral. there’s a soft smile tugging at her lips. proud and in disbelief. he really did it. he chose himself for once.

she looks over to eddie, sitting on the other end of the couch and separated by lucas on the middle cushion. his eyes are wide, every single emotion running through his face until it settles on one.

realization.

slips into another.

desperation.

he will be there when steve is ready.

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stayandot8 · 1 year

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This Lover of Mine

Genre: Tooth-aching fluff

Relationship type: new-ish established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: For anyone who's having a tough and stressful week. This one is for you. this is the fluffiest thing I ever did write gahd dayum. Gonna give yall a cavity with how sweet this is.

WC: 3.1k

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Holding my phone between my shoulder and my ear, I could hear the screaming in the background of Chan’s apartment. Han’s shriek of protest pierced my eardrums so harshly I dropped my keys to the front door of my work.

“Christopher.” I couldn’t help the tired giggle that escaped my lips. “Please control your children, I can barely hear you.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” His own laugh was like magic to my soul, healing the ache that a long week tore in. I heard shuffling on the other end as I picked my keys back up and turned them in the lock, ending my work week for the time being. I dropped the keys in my bag and started my long trudge home, anxious to finally lay down in my own bed and sleep for an ungodly amount of hours. People were being especially stupid today, asking questions that were easily answered with a simple internet search or making demands that were simply not in my job description to meet. And they were doing this all. week. long. And I had had it. It didn’t help that working all week had prevented me from hanging out with any of my friends. And the worst part? They hadn’t even called to check where I was. That part stung the most.

Chan’s voice broke through my visit through my horrors of the past week.

“So you’re done with work now?” The background noise had faded now, as if he had moved to another room.

“Yeah, I just locked up. I’m so excited to take a hot bath and lay down. I can feel the exhaustion in my teeth.” More of that soul-healing laughter. It made me smile involuntarily.

“Your teeth are tired?”

“I know, I regretted it the second I said it. But you get my point though.”

“Well, tired teeth aside…” I loved when I could hear his smile when he talked. “Is there any chance you would want to come over and just relax here? I’m sure I can kick the others out if you wanted to be alone.” I was quiet at his request. I wanted to see him, but the others sounded just a little too hyper for me at this time of night. And with the soreness already taking over my legs as I walked home, I was sure I wouldn’t be the life of the party I usually wanted to be. And I only wanted my boyfriend’s friends to see me at my best.

“I would love to see you but I’m not sure I have the energy to be hounded by those children right now. And I don’t want to be the reason you kick them out. Some of them do live there so I would feel bad.”

“Oh trust me, I don’t mind.” Not a trace of a joke in his tone, which made me laugh again. This one knew how to make me smile and laugh better than anyone else could. It all felt like a dream in that way.

“Well, I would mind. But thank you anyways. Oh shit, I forgot I have to stop at the store. I have absolutely no food at home.” The groan in my throat was feral, rolling my eyes was immediate. “Now I can’t even go straight home.” My whine made me stop in my tracks, putting Chan on speaker to look up the closest store to my location. I was already on my way when I realized he hadn’t spoken in a bit. “Babe?”

“Yeah?” That voice was mischievous, as if a plan was forming in his mind in the silence.

“You still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. You said you had to stop at the store right? Don’t forget toothpaste, you’re almost out. And don’t forget Han’s favorite cereal, he’ll freak out if we come over for breakfast again and you don’t have it. Or Hyunjin’s fruit stuff, you know the one. Okay, well, I”m gonnagonowokayiloveyoubabegethomesafebye.” I paused in my tracks as the phone beeped. Did I just get hung up on? AFTER being given a list??

I followed my phone’s directions to the nearest store and grabbed a cart to load up, the fluorescent lights stinging my tired eyes as I went aisle by aisle, grabbing some toothpaste, which had been a nice reminder. I grabbed Han’s stupid cereal, nothing but sugar and marshmallows, sprinkled with some addictive chemical that made the squirrel boy go nuts for it. Pun intended. Hyunjin’s fruit spread was a little harder to find, buried deep within the shelves. About forty-five minutes later, I was carrying my bags into my elevator, sagging onto the walls of the metal box. I was ready to collapse when I heard the ding, signaling my turn to get off and drag myself down the hall to my door. I fumbled with my keys when I heard soft piano music coming from inside my own apartment. I froze. My door was closed so there was no sign of forced entry. What kind of intruder puts on music and closes the door behind them?

The kind that has a key. The realization hit me as I opened the door, which was unlocked. We would have to talk about that.

The smell of jasmine and citrus hit me as soon as I walked into my dim apartment. Candles lit every surface from my kitchen counter to the coffee and side table in my small living room. The small firelight cascading beautiful shadows all around the small space I called my own, creating the perfect atmosphere for relaxation. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bags near the fridge further inside to see the rose petals on the floor, leading down the darkness of the hallway and into my room, a soft glow coming from within. The groceries could wait, the curiosity killing me. The invitation was beckoning me as it drew me in, my footsteps careful and quiet as I followed the clear path to the source.

This boy was going to be the death of me.

Chan was fumbling around with my TV remote, scrolling through different streaming services to find whatever he was looking for. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, facing away from the door frame I was now standing in. There were more gentle shadows from the army of candles that were lit on every flat surface. My laptop, which he had somehow broken into, was stuck on a silent loop of a fireplace, adding to the coziness of the atmosphere. More petals littered the floor and my bed had been transformed into a haven for the softest looking blankets I had ever seen and pillows of every shape and size. In the middle of the pile was my very own Wolfchan plush, the one I cuddled with while he was away. He had drenched it in his cologne to help when I missed him the most.

On my desk where the laptop sat, there was an array of trays and plates of food. Fruits, chocolates, chips, and candies were all in dishes surrounding the entree: a round cake that was no bigger than my opened hand, strawberries outlining the edges. A bottle of something I couldn’t make out was standing next to two glasses and I only assumed it was some sort of alcohol with the curly writing of the label.

“Wha-” No words were coming to mind, just sounds that made no sense from the way to my mouth from my brain. Chan whirled around, not expecting me so soon it seemed. His features softened when he saw the adoration on my face, his smile growing with each step he took closing the space between us.

“Hi baby.” He brought his lips to mine in a soft peck which I didn’t have enough mental strength to return the way I wanted to. I was still in shock, that this most perfect boy somehow found a way to prove once again that I would never find another like him.

“What is all this?” I finally said after drinking it all in.

“Do you like it?” His hopeful eyes watched me as I glanced around my room, not able to fully comprehend every level that this gesture meant to me. “Wait, there’s more!” He exclaimed excitedly, taking my hand in his and leading me to my own bathroom. I had to know where on earth he got all of these candles…

My bathtub was full, the steam rising from the pool with an aroma that called to my aching bones. The overhead light was off, little tealight candles surrounding the lip of the tub while still leaving an open space meant for me to climb through. The petals on this floor were white, leaving a path in the middle for me to walk through.

“Go ahead and get in, I’ve got something else for you when you get out. They should be done drying by the time you’re done.” I felt the pinch behind my eyes at his words. There was more? I couldn’t move as I just stared at the physical touches of his love around the small space. I felt his hands move from my shoulders down my arms behind me as he whispered, so close to my ear it sent shivers down my spine.

“You have to get undressed first, baby. Here, let me help you.” He reached around from behind me to grab the bottom of my work shirt and lifted it up as I raised my arms to help him. He threw it somewhere I couldn't see. His warm hands stopped on my shoulders again, his thumbs moving to release some tension from the base of my neck. His fingers trailed down again to the clasp of my bra to release the hooks, letting it fall from my shoulders and to the floor. He ghosted his fingers down to my hips to trail to the front of my pants, undoing the button and grasping my underwear and pants in one swoop and dragged them down my legs for me to step out of. I finally faced him to ask the only question that mattered to me at that moment as he stood up straight again.

“Will you join me, my love?” My eyes widened in hope and I bit my lip, anxious for his answer. His answering smile told me I only needed to ask.

“Are you sure you don't want to enjoy this alone?” My annoyed expression was the only thing he needed before he let out a giggle. “I just wanted to be sure. Take my hand, darling.” He held it out as he stepped in front of me to lead me the three feet to the warm haven that awaited me. He didn’t let go until I was in and settled. He quickly stripped himself of his own black tshirt and sweats and climbed in behind me, scooting back and spreading his legs on either side of me. As I took my rightful place, the sigh that escaped me came from the depths of my chest. I let my head rest on the crook of his neck, his lips immediately attaching themselves to my own neck. He trailed his lips up my neck into my hair as he grabbed my arm to the hair tie wrapped around my wrist. He took it off me and swept my hair into a fist and he tied it up and nudged my head back to its original place.

“Let me clean you.” He whispered again, grabbing a cloth from the side of the tub and dunking it in the water to wet it before dragging it across my arms. I felt the tension melt away as he finished my arms and moved to my back, going in circles to massage the soothing water into my skin as much as possible.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked as he finished. I found it hard to form words again but this time, it was from the numb feeling of bliss from the last ten minutes of being washed and touched with enough tenderness that I wanted to cry again. I fought it as well as I could, hoping Chan wouldn’t get the wrong idea if a tear or two escaped.

“I couldn’t put it into words, Chan. The only thing I can think of is bliss.” I sighed as I closed my eyes and leaned back onto him. He wrapped his arms around me again and kissed my temple.

“Good. Now let me get you a towel so you can dry off and I can get your other present out of the dryer. It should be nice and toasty now.” He twisted my chin to look at him and kiss me with his plump lips, his mouth parting slightly to take my bottom lip into his teeth and watch it snap back into place. My eyes started drooping, half from how relaxed my limbs now were and half because fuck that was hot. He climbed out of the tub and raced towards the folded towel on the sink, grabbing it and bringing it towards me. I grabbed it with my arms held high, trying not to let it touch the water and get it wet. He grabbed another towel and wrapped it around his waist, leaving his delicious torso open for me to gawk at unashamedly. The water droplets were glistening in the ridges of his abs in the candlelight. I couldn’t take my eyes away and I jutted out my bottom lip in a pout when he walked out of the bathroom, taking my view with him. I sighed and shook my head, trying to clear the dirty thoughts from my head.

I stood out of the water, immediately hit by the cold after being submerged for far too long. I pulled the stopper to drain the water and climbed out, patting my body dry as best I could when I heard soft footsteps coming back to me. Chan reappeared, holding a brand new tshirt with a stray kids logo, fresh from his recent tour and a pair of pajama pants. His smile matched mine as I took them from him and giggle-bounced on my toes. They were still warm, the perfect thing to throw on in my near-shivering state.

“I hope you like it, it’s my last one. I thought you would like this better than the green one since you like pink. I thought it looked like you so I grabbed it.”

“I love it. I’m putting it on right now.” I pushed past him to my dresser for a pair of underwear to put on underneath. He followed me out, grabbing his own clothes to put them back on and blew out the candles. My underwear and pants were on when I turned to see he had done the same. He was pulling on his shirt when I let the words tumble out. “You don't have to wear that.” I would’ve felt my blush under any other circumstance, but this time I couldn’t be bothered to feel embarrassed to say my thoughts out loud. He broke into a smirk and nodded, folding his shirt again and placing it on the dresser. He grabbed the trays of food and brought them over to the bed, patting the space beside him as I pulled my new favorite shirt over my head. I practically skipped over to the bed, grabbing the expensive looking bottle and the glasses on the way. He resumed his scrolling through the movies as I flopped into the pile of blankets and pillows he had made for us. He scrunched up his face as he read the descriptions of each movie, puffing his lips out in concentration. I wanted to pinch those cheeks.

After entirely too much discussion, he finally settled on one and pressed play. He scooted back into the biggest pile near my headboard to lean against and pat the space between his legs for me to climb into. I poured us each a glass and placed them on the side table for easy access before crawling between his legs, sitting in the same position as we were mere minutes ago in the tub, my back to his chest and his chin resting on the top of my hair. His arms snaked around my waist and held firm.

“Chan.”

He hummed, encouraging me to continue.

“Thank you. For this, for everything.” He brought his finger up to my chin to turn towards him, his eyes round and inviting. “It’s nothing you’ve done, but I’ve just been feeling so alone lately and you’ve been so…” I didn’t know how to end that sentence. There were too many ways to end it and all of them seemed fitting. He smiled again and I felt the last bit of loneliness I had been feeling just melt away. “Just… thank you.”

“As long as I’m here, you’ll never know a lonely day again.” He placed yet another kiss on my lips, letting them linger together and get tangled with each other. I pulled away to just look at his face, in awe that I could claim it as mine.

“Sometimes I don’t believe you’re real. I have to pinch myself to know that you are actually in front of me and doing these things. You make me fall more and more in love with you and I don’t know how you do it. Just when I think I can’t possibly love you anymore than I already do…” I could only smile at him, barely holding my tears back.

“Well, I’m real. And I am yours for as long as you’ll have me. You have ruined everyone else for me. You are it for me. You are all I will ever want. And if I have to spend my whole life proving it to you, then it will be the greatest success I will ever have the pleasure to achieve.”

I brought up my hands to latch onto his as if they would disappear as I continued to stare at his features, studying them and committing them to memory. I felt my lips curve into a smile again as I turned my head back around to watch whatever he had picked out. I brought his kuckles to my mouth, kissing his hands and pouring all of my unspoken words into the small affection. He clenched me tighter as he brought me closer to his warmth.

The love of my life.

My friend.

My boyfriend.

My lover.

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tongue-like-a-razor · 1 year

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HELLO THERE!! Happy 4k 🤩🤩 Can I ask ("I look like a mess." "The prettiest mess.") prompt with our beloved hangman? 🥰🥹

HELLO!! Thank you very much :D Here ya go, I hope you enjoy <3

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Perfect

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

You let out a long, tired sigh, relieved that it’s finally time for bed. You’ve had a stressful day at work, then rushed home to feed your kids and get them to their after-school activities on time, and you are so ready to just get under the covers and pass out.

Except, when you start to lift your shirt over your head, you hear a soft whistle from behind you. You turn around to see your husband walking into the bedroom.

“What do we have here?” Jake says with a mischievous grin.

You groan because your husband looks far too irresistible for your current level of exhaustion. He’s fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but his boxers and a towel flung over his shoulder. “No!” you say, turning away. The last thing you need is for him to trick you into staying up past your bedtime. You glance at your tired reflection in the mirror and you’re almost relieved that you’re not dripping with sex appeal tonight. “I look like a mess.”

Jake comes up behind you and slides his hands around your bare abdomen. “The prettiest mess,” he says in a low voice, biting gently on your earlobe.

“No-o-o,” you whine desperately, fighting the impulse to forget about the exactly-six-hours-of-sleep you’re going to get if you fall asleep in the next five minutes and give in to the rapidly bourgeoning desire partially induced by the soft kisses Jake is planting along your shoulder and up your neck.

“No?” Jake asks playfully. “Is that a hard no? Or a ‘let’s see if I can seduce you’ no?”

You grimace, turning to face him. “What’s a ‘let’s see if you can seduce me’ no?”

Jake purses his lips and runs his hands up and down the curves of your waist. “It’s a ‘no until further notice’ but I’m allowed to try and change your mind,” he responds with a bit of a smirk.

You roll your eyes. The truth is, it’s probably a combination. You’re dead tired, but you love it when your husband is a little needy in the romance department. “You can try,” you say. “But you won’t succeed.”

Before he even speaks, you know what Jake is going to say. He chuckles. “That sounds like a challenge.” He picks you up, bridal style, and carries you over to the bed.

“Jake, my pants are still on!” You laugh as he tosses you onto the mattress.

“Darlin’,” he drawls, grabbing your legs to spin you around in his direction. “You know I can take care of that.”

You yelp as he tears off your pants together with your panties and flings them over his back. Quickly, you get under the covers. “Oh my god, this bed is so perfect!” You close your eyes and let out a happy sigh.

Jake plops onto the bed beside you and moves closer, wrapping his arm around you and kissing you on the head. “You’re perfect,” he mutters.

You tuck your head under his chin and start tracing swirls into his chest with your fingertips. One of your favorite parts of the day is just lying in bed with your husband, feeling him close to you after a long day apart, and letting him cradle you in his big, strong arms. “You too,” you respond sleepily.

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mrsstarkey1 · 1 year

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carnival

request: “can i request something super fluffy with rafe?” by @lanadelreyfan16

summary: rafe takes you to the carnival to cheer you up

word count: 1.5k

notes: rafe cameron x reader, rafe lowkey ooc

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“rafe, where are we going?” you ask for the millionth time, leaning your head back against the headrest dramatically.

“you’ll see,” he says simply, a smile playing on his lips; one that you can’t see because of the piece of fabric covering your eyes.

you let out a long sigh and you hear him chuckle lightly. you let your own lips twitch into a smile at the sound, excitement bubbling in your chest as you wonder where rafe could possibly be taking you.

this past week, you’d been sort of out of it, in a funk. you were exhausted all the time, emotionally and physically drained from school, work, and just life in general. you tried to not let it show, but rafe noticed almost immediately. so lately, he’d been by your side at all times, just making sure that you were okay.

this morning, he’d woken up earlier than normal, awaking you by pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “what’s goin’ on?” you mumbled, forcing your eyes open.

“nothin, baby. i’m just going out for a bit, just wanted to let you know i was leaving. i’ve got a surprise for you later,” he whispered, with a grin you could only vaguely see through your tired eyes.

“mhmm, can’t wait,” you murmured lazily.

rafe smiled, leaning down to press a short kiss to your lips. “i’ll see you soon. i love you.”

about an hour after you’d woken up today, you had been laying in your bed watching tv when rafe facetimed you. you answered immediately, and were met with rafe’s grinning face on the screen. he simply said, “get ready. i’m picking you up in 10,” before hanging up.

then you texted him - omg rafe. what do i wear??

he’d responded with - something comfortable

you’d scoffed at the vague response, but couldn’t fight the excited smile from spreading on your face - the first genuine smile you’d smiled in awhile. you changed quickly into jean shorts and a cropped tank top that you knew rafe just loved. finally dressed in real clothes for the first time this week, you already felt better.

rafe’s truck came to a stop after about 10 minutes. “we’re here,” he breathed out, a nervous undertone in his voice.

“yay,” you say quickly, unbuckling your seatbelt. “can i take the blindfold off?” you plead, turning your body toward him.

“no,” he says simply, and you hear his door open. you sigh, leaning back in the seat. in just a moment, rafe is at your door, opening it quickly and grabbing your arms to guide you out of the car.

your feet hit the ground and you’re immediately confused. it’s not concrete, you can tell. grass, maybe? “rafe, where are we?” you whine out, impatience coming to the surface.

rafe let’s out a hearty laugh that you can feel coming from his chest as you lean into him as you walk. “you’ll see, baby. doesn’t this make it more fun though?” he asks proudly.

“i guess,” you mumble, focusing on your steps so you don’t fall. you’d never been a coordinated person. which is precisely why rafes hands are placed tightly on your shoulders as he guides you to wherever the hell you’re going.

rafe suddenly comes to a stop, and you can hear people talking and laughing a little distantly in front of you. rafes hands move from your shoulders, and you can sense him moving around to face you. “okay, you ready?” he asks knowingly.

you nod quickly, muttering a soft “duh.” rafes hands go to the sides of your blindfold, gently pulling it up and off your head, letting you see his smirking face. your eyes stay on his for a moment, a smile starting on your face. your gaze shifts to behind rafe, landing on a big flashing sign that read, “carnival”

your mouth drops open, and your eyes glance around excitedly at all the carnival rides, food trucks and games. rafe watches you intently, awaiting verbal confirmation that you like the surprise. you meet his eyes after a moment. “i didn’t even know there was a carnival in town,” you said with a smile. “this is so great, rafe,” you added, taking a step forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

rafe let’s a relieved smile take over his expression, and his eyes light up looking down at you. "you really like the surprise?" he asks, proud smile indicating he knows your answer. you simply nod and tilt your head up to bring your lips together for a short kiss. "let's go get a funnel cake," you mutter against his lips.

you drag rafe around the carnival grounds, hand laced with his as you walk around enthusiastically like a child in a candy store. "look, rafe! that game has those big teddy bears as prizes," you say giddily, pointing at the one of the game booths.

rafe smiles at your pure excitement over a giant teddy bear, "let's go play," he says, leading you this time. rafe greets the man running the game, handing him some tickets that he’d purchased earlier in exchange for some metal darts. “you wanna try?” rafe asks you, holding out a handful of darts to you.

you nod, taking a few from him. you play for a bit, but you can’t seem to make more than 2 in a row to get the big prize.

“god damnit,” you groan in frustration as the dart you threw misses the balloon and falls to the ground. “I can’t get it,” you sigh dramatically, looking at rafe with a dramatic frown.

rafe returns your expression, “let me try it, baby,” he says, pressing a short kiss to your temple.

you hand him a dart, and watch lovingly as he focuses on pulling his arm back just right. when he releases the dart, your eyes linger on him as his features tense, waiting to see if he hit the balloon. your gaze is only pulled from him when you hear the deafening pop.

rafes eyes widen, and he lets a smile develop on his features, turning his head to direct it toward you.

“we have a winner!!” the man in the booth announces enthusiastically, ringing a bell in his hand.

“no way! you did it,” you say with a giddy smile, quickly wrapping your arms around him for a tight hug.

he chuckles into your shoulder, “well don’t sound so surprised.”

rafe reaches his hand that is not wrapped around your back out to grab the teddy bear, but you beat him too it. you pull it close to your chest, an ear to ear smile on your face - one that rafe could look at for hours.

“thank you,” you say with a giggle, pulling rafe back in for an embrace. his arms tighten around you, uncontrollable smile plastered on his face.

“can we go on the ferris wheel now?” you crane your neck up to ask him, pleading smile on your face, (though you don’t really need to do more than say the word for him to do anything for you.)

rafe smiles down at you, “course we can. don’t know if they’ll let you bring that on there, though,” he jokes, gesturing to the stuffed animal in your arms.

“i’m not gonna take no for an answer,” you say with a smile, clutching the bear in your arms as you begin to walk toward the ferris wheel.

after waiting in an annoyingly long line, you, rafe, and your teddy bear all get into one of the ferris wheel capsules.

you lean into his chest as the ferris wheel starts to move, letting out a breath as you take in the view. you can’t help but notice that off feeling you’d been feeling for the past week, that weight on your chest, that exhaustion, was all gone.

“thank you, rafe,” you say, just as you hit the top of the ferris wheel.

rafe shifts toward you, “for what? the bear?” he asks with a grin.

you smile, glancing down at the stuffed animal. “no. well, yes, that too. but i mean thank you for bringing me here, and for being here for me this past week,” you say softly, turning to face him. “i know i haven’t been the most pleasant to be around,” you add with a small laugh.

rafe grins, shaking his head a little. “i always enjoy being around you, y/n. i just hated seeing you not feel like yourself. i’m glad this helped though, you seem happier,” he says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder tightly.

you nod and smile, “i feel a million times better. all because of you, baby,” you say, leaning in closer to him to press your lips to his. you feel rafe smile into the kiss, and his hand move to the back of your head to pull you closer.

you pull apart only to take a breath, resting your forehead against his. “i really like that bear too,” you whisper, “i think he might take your side of the bed.”

rafe raises his eyebrow, “i’m gonna have to throw him off of this ferris wheel.”

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✤ [ns.fw] moaning out the wrong name during sex ↳ w/ Rayleigh, Roger, Garp & Kaido (gn!reader)

a/n: a lil reupload! reading this again reminded me that this was one of the very first pieces i practiced writing genderneutral smut on. a fun reminder to try that again more often this year, especially for smaller drabbles like these. also this was a really, really fun prompt with some of my fav dilfs & gilfs, hehe...

contains: ns.fw under the cut, gn!reader (no pronouns used, no descriptive words for genitalia, open to interpretation which kind of hole gets penetrated), penetration, dirty talk, rough sex, cum play, oral (reader receiving), babygirlification of Kaido ehehe

word count: 1.7k

❦ 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡

You were so close.

One hand gripping the edge of the desk, the other buried in Rayleigh’s long blonde hair as he sucked and circled the aching arousal between your thighs without getting tired. His tongue flickers over your bundle of nerves, sending flashes of lust and pleasure throughout your whole body, your raspy moans bouncing off the walls of your cabin. You feel him smiling against your sex, visibly enjoying your reaction and offering you another finger for extra pleasure; you react by pulling him closer by his hair against the dripping mess that he had caused. He’s been down there for at least half an hour without showing any signs of exhaustion…

“Fuck…. fuck—”, you whimper, your walls clenching around him with each of his thrusts. “Harder, I’m almost there, harder… Roger–”

A wave of pleasure crashes over you, the knot in your stomach snapping, a sweet release tickling throughout your whole body. Finally. You sigh in relief and in satisfaction, still rolling on a high from the rush of endorphins flooding your body. This had been much needed. Your legs over Rayleigh’s shoulder are still shaking when he looks up again, a sly smile on his glistening lips as he adjusts his glasses with sticky fingers.

“You just called out Roger’s name instead of mine.” – “And? You did the same last week.”

You pull him up by his hair to your face, leaning in for a kiss that tasted just like you, the both of you chuckling softly. Yes, you were head over heels in love with each other. Yes, both of you still couldn’t get your captain out of your head while fucking, so what…? Rayleigh pins you down on the desk, his length lined up at your entrance, ready to glide in, when you hear a knock and a familiar voice at the door.

“You called me?"

❦ 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫

Roger’s cock was buried fully inside of you, he was fucking you deep and slow from behind while spooning you. It was almost romantic if only he didn’t whisper all those dirty things in your ear, making you twitch around his throbbing cock. His fingers of one hand were circling your hard nipples, teasing them fondly and sending waves of lust through your body, while his other fingers were slipping between your lips, making you suck on them.

You were desperate for him to speed up his pace, to pound you into the mattress and fuck you through all of your orgasms like he always did, often laughing out loud from pleasure. You knew you had to beg for it or else he had the stamina to fuck you slowly like that for three days straight.

“Fuck me harder, please”, you whine, arching your back more to feel him deeper than he already was. Roger chuckles and admires the view of his cock sliding in and out of your core, glistening from all the lube he used for you to be able to take him. “Fill me up, fuck me hard, please, please...”

He gives your ass one good spank, another when he hears your sweet moans muffled into the pillow. He was teasing you, speeding up his pace for the heat of a second, pounding you from behind, only to pull you closer to him and hold still while your walls around him clench like crazy. You were about to lose your mind, your hips drawing circles in his lap just to get some kind of friction.

“Please, Rayleigh, fuck me, please…”, you beg, your hands gripping the sheets. Roger laughs out loud suddenly. What’s so funny? If that was supposed to be degrading, it made you more… confused?

“You did it again”, he snickers, kissing your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “I know for a fact that Rayleigh gives good cock, but can he also do this?”

Roger flips you around on your stomach, spreading your cheeks wide as he shoves himself so deep inside of you that his balls slap against your throbbing core. You gasp in surprise and let out a chuckle, startled but also very turned on by his sudden movements. The lewd sounds of flesh on flesh filled the whole room as he fucks you until sunrise, showing you how good a captain’s cock really is…

❦ 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐨

You were bouncing up and down on Kaido’s cock as you straddle him, facing his legs. He was obedient to you, letting you use him as a fuck toy to your own likening; only occasionally he would pull you deeper by your hips onto his cock, when he was feeling extra needy, when your insides melted his length until his thick load was dripping from your core, running down your inner thighs.

Knowing he could smash your skull if he wanted to only gave it some extra thrill; though he would never. Who else would ride him like that, fearless and with such stamina that he was begging for release while you were edging on your second orgasm already?

His hands were holding onto your legs, as if he wanted to make sure you don’t crawl away from his cock, his big fingers digging into your flesh as you grinded on him, crying out in pleasure, crying out his name.

Or so you thought.

Just when you are about to cum, he lets go of your legs, folding his massive arms in front of his chest. Pouting. You spin around to look over your shoulder, worried you might have hurt him, which you did but in another way than expected.

“Babygirl, what’s the matter?”, you ask with worry in your voice, sliding off him to crawl up on his chest, your fingers drawing small circles on his tattooed skin. He didn’t look you in the eyes, moreover it seemed like he was about to shed a tear? He hadn’t drank that much tonight so it couldn’t possibly be a phase and usually he only cried after he came.

“If you’re thinking about someone else during sex, that’s fine, maybe just don’t tell me…”, he glowered, visibly hurt. It takes you a second to understand what he meant, your brain still foggy from the high you just were about to reach.

Oh.

You take his face between your hands, plastering it with kisses in apology. You can feel his features soften under your touch, but he still tries to act offended. Only when you gently brush his cheek and kiss him from his temples down to his neck he would prop himself up on his underarms, looking you in the eyes. You twirl his long hair between your fingers.

“You know you’re my one and only babygirl, right?”, you ask, letting a finger run down his chest as you batted your eyes at him. “No one compares to you.”

He grumpily pulls you in for a kiss. You knew he could never be mad at you for too long. And now that you soothed him a little, that babygirl was about to show you what that mouth can do…

❦ 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐩

Garp’s hands were all over your body. One second they were fondling your nipples, the next they explored all of your holes, leaving you panting and gasping in his open mouth, begging him to finally make you cum.

You were straddling him in his big office chair, your arms wrapped around his neck as grinded on his throbbing cock over his pants, feeling him growing underneath your greedy movements. Your fingers claw into his bare chest under his unbuttoned shirt, leaving soft red trails on his skin; his smile widening every time you trembled and whined.

He visibly enjoyed turning you into a whole mess in his lap, admiring you every so often when he offers you his fingers to lower yourself onto, curling them up to rub that sensitive spot inside of you that makes you melt and beg. You craved his cock, but sure, skilled fingers like that were a start, too.

You almost sigh in relief when he allows you to unwrap his cock with shaking hands, his fingers pumping still inside of you. You spit in your hands and caress his tip, one hand of yours was not enough to wrap around it fully. The precum leaking was a nice touch to it, making you admire his cock as if it was a piece of art. You doubted that you were able to take him in fully, but you never shied away from a challenge and this sure was about to become one…

“Now, now…”, he mutters when he watches you grinding on his cock in lust and awe. “Let me help you with that.” He reaches for the bottom drawer and pulls out a tube of lube, spreading it over his length with a few hard pumps to make sure it was hard and wet enough for you to take him all in. When he stretches your tight entrance little by little, you can’t help but gasp, your fingers clenching his shirt as he slowly guides you all the way down.

“Fuck, that feels so good, Sengoku…”, you moan, panting heavily against his chest. You didn’t dare to move, the sensation of being filled up by him was almost enough to push you over the edge. Only when you hear him laugh out loud, you rewind the last three seconds, realizing… you made a mistake. “Shit. Fuck. Garp. Listen, I’m–”

Garp shuts you up with a deep kiss and grabs you by the hips as he starts thrusting inside of you. Was he not mad? Why was he laughing that mischievously? You couldn’t think clearly at all with his cock stirring up your insides and his body heat melting you under his touch. Only when he leans over to his desk, his cock still buried deep inside of you, and as he starts reaching for the Den Den Mushi, it dawns on you what he was about to do…

“Try to stay quiet for me, can you do that?”, he asks, his voice hot and raspy against your ear as he dials the number he knows by heart. Your walls start clenching around him, begging for a sweet release, already sensing what was about to happen.

“Sengoku? It’s me…”

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