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darnell-la · 5 months

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Do you cream or squirt?

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pairing: sub!dom!steve harrington x nervous!reader x dom!eddie munson

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3rd person pov

“Oh, I know you’re not talking about lasting long, Munson. Didn’t you just have a 10-second jerk-off session last week?” Y/n brought up a story he had told her and Steve a few days ago.

“That doesn’t count! I was being edged,” Eddie said, remembering how hard that day was for him when they were all out at the mall. Thinking back on it only angers him.

“By what? Magazines?” Y/n laughed with Steve as Eddie cliched his knuckles until they turned yellow. “Chill, it’s just a joke,” Steve said. “Jokes? Okay, well, how about you tell us about the day you creamed your pants when you know who showed up at the pool last year,” Eddie said.

Y/n hasn’t heard of this story yet, and Steve planned to keep it that way. “Oh my god, because of who?” Y/n asked, really wanting to know who it was. She’s too nosy, and that nosiness is a lane she probably wouldn’t be able to process or handle.

“Was it Nancy!?” She shouted, making Eddie laugh. “Oh, it sure wasn’t Nancy. It was someone way hotter than that,” Eddie locked eyes with Steve, trying to push Steve’s buttons since he constantly clowns Eddie with y/n.

“It’s no one,” Steve said as he broke eye contact with Eddie and flopped back on Eddie’s beg, getting his head lightly against the headboards. Eddie and y/n laughed at Steve’s clumsiness.

“Oh, cmon’ Steve! How bad did you cream your pants, that you don’t want to tell me? I’ve heard worse. Trust me,” y/n said.

“How about you ask Eddie since he’s the 10-second man,” Steve said. “It’s not like he didn’t rub one off after,” Steve started getting personal, and y/n knew it. She loved this side of them. It was so fun.

“Cmon’ bestie! Tell me about your 10-second mission. Don’t gotta be embarrassed,” y/n looked at Eddie as Steve chuckled in the background, knowing Eddie didn’t have the balls himself to tell her.

“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie replied. “Oh, now it doesn’t matter!? That’s hilarious!” Steve laughed as y/n rolled her eyes. “C'mon’! It’s not that serious,” y/n needed to know. She hates not knowing things.

“Hey, since you like these dirty secrets, how about you tell us yours, huh?” Eddie began getting defensive. “Like what, Eddie?” Y/n asked because her sex life has always been boring, and they know this.

“Tell us if you cream or squirt,” Eddie fought back. Steve’s jaw dropped at the demand. He would love to know to make his fantasies more realistic, but having it asked so randomly, shocked him.

“What? Fuck no! That’s different,” Y/n said. “No, it’s not. We’re all besties here, right? I tell you when I get my cock suck, and you can’t even tell me if you cream?” Eddie said, shocking y/n to the core.

“It’s not important,” the young lady said, not wanting to tell them about herself like that. “Oh, now you don’t want to share secrets? C'mon’, tell me. It’s all fun and games after all, right?” Eddie said, locking eye contact.

“I- I can’t just- Guys, I can’t just say things like that,” she said. “Why not? It’s not like we’re gonna judge you, ain’t that right Stevie?” Eddie asked Steve. “Yeah, of course not,” Steve said as y/n tried making herself comfortable on Eddie’s bed. Now she’s nervous and they can both tell.

“Besides, whatever you say will be hot either way,” Eddie said, definitely shocking y/n. Yes, they all flirt, but during a time like this? She’s never experienced it. Ever.

“C'mon, princess, it’s not that hard. Squirter or creamer?” Eddie asked as he shifted himself closer to Y/n, pressuring her to tell them and to make her feel a type of way. Maybe he can pull off what he’s been thinking about for a while now.

“I- I uh, I cream a little but I call myself a squirter. I uh, I usually squirt a lot though. A little too much,” y/n nervously said. Eddie clapped his hands as Steve’s jaw dropped again. He can’t believe she told them.

“Well, look at that. It wasn’t so hard, right?” Eddie asked as y/n nodded her head hesitantly. “Now, why have you been hiding such a thing from us, hm?” Eddie asked as he laid a finger on y/n’s thigh.

“B-Because I didn’t think it was uh, it was something serious,” she replied. “Well, now you know, and you know not to keep any more secrets from us, right?” Eddie asked. “Y-Yes,” Y/n said.

“Yes, what?” Eddie asked, shocking y/n all the way now. “What?” She asked. “Yes, what, y/n? You know what I want to hear,” Eddie said as his fingers trailed to her inner thighs. Steve stayed in the back in silence, growing hard at how nervous y/n was.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Eddie. Like, what are we even doing right now?” Y/n said as she tried pulling Eddie’s hang away but he kept his position.

“I think it’s pretty unfair how much you make us cum to only the thought of you when you could have been cumming on our cocks like you say you can,” Eddie said.

“What!? Eddie, I- I don’t know what’s going on but-“ y/n tried saying. “I want you to show me how much that pussy comes,” Eddie began leaning over y/n.

The girl leaned back, trying to avoid body touch until she realized she was leaning back into Steve. She went to get up, but Steve pulled her up close to him as Eddie got comfortable over her.

“Don’t panic, sweetheart. We just wanna feel you, okay?” Steve whispered in the girl's ear. “Guys, wait! We can’t be- I can’t do this,” she said. “And why is that? Afraid you’re gonna soak my bed? It’s fine, doll face. I’ve wanted that for years,” Eddie said.

The metal head made his movie and connected his lips to y/n’s. She instantly melted into the kiss as Steve snaked his hands around her and groped at her tits.

“You like this, baby? Just say red if you don’t want this,” Steve said as he began touching the girl, eventually gathering himself to pull her shirt up and let her tits free, out of her bra.

“S-Steve,” y/n moaned at the boy's pinch around her nipples. “I-I can’t guys. I just can’t,” the girl whined at this new feeling. No one has ever played with her tits like this.

“Yes, you will,” Eddie pulled away from their kiss and began tugging at her skirt. “Wait- Wait, Eddie, you can’t- Wait, no, I don’t- Eddie,” y/n didn’t know what to say.

“Ssh, doll face. Let me feel your cunt. You’ve been making me wait for so long,” Eddie slightly whined as he kept tugging at her clothes while he pulled his loose jeans and boxers down, just enough for his rock-hard cock to spring out.

“Just look at him, y/n. He’s begging for it,” Eddie pouted, finally getting y/n’s skirt off. “Little panties? You were right earlier, Steve. They are pink,” Eddie looked up at Steve, already close to cumming, just by touching her nice-sized tits.

“You know, you’re not so slick wearing all of this around us. Don’t tell me you're wearing this shit, not to be noticed by one of us and used. They’re just so — pretty,” Eddie traced a finger up along her clothed wet folds.

“Never knew our bestie was a whore. You wanted us to stuff you, hm? Just tell me, princess. Tell me you’ve always wanted this,” Eddie began slowly pulling her panties to the side.

“Fucking say it, or you’ll regret making me wait,” Eddie threatened as he ripped her panties clean off. “I’ve always wanted this!” Y/n cried out. Eddie saw a drop of bodily fluid leak from her cunt as she spoke.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fuck you ‘till you can’t breathe,” Eddie said before making his way in between the girl's legs. “Eddie,” y/n said low, still not knowing if this was right.

“Let him use you, sweetheart. Don’t wanna make us mad, right?” Steve asked as he pinched down harder on her nipples, making her cry no. “No!” She whined as her back arched. Eddie hadn’t even slipped in yet.

“Now, let’s see if you were telling the truth. Don’t hold back on me, Angel,” he said before pushing at her entrance. Eddie pushed forward until he was completely in the whiny girl.

“Wait!” Y/n cried out at the sudden feeling of being filled. She’s never felt so full in her life. “E-Eddie,” y/n gripped the long-haired boy's shoulders as Steve shifted his hips. Fuck, he’s close.

“Too much,” y/n got out as Eddie pulled back, but thrust back in, to stretch her out enough before he did what he wanted with her. “Get used to it, or you’ll just be crying on my cock,” Eddie said, inches from her face as he pulled back out, then slammed right back into her wet hole.

“P-Please!” Y/n begged as she felt herself soak his cock, only making it easier for him to fuck her. “Eds!” Y/n moaned as tears streamed down her face. “I’m so full,” he cried as Eddie smirked and Steve groaned in her ear.

“When I tell you, she’s a tight one, Harrington. I fucking mean it. She’s sucking me in like a fucking fleshlight,” Eddie groaned as the sound of his balls slapping against y/n’s ass, filled the room.

“Agh,” y/n’s eyes rolled and her head fell back. “A-A lot, Eds, a lot!” Y/n cried as she felt herself clinching around Eddie like she’s never done before to a cock. He can’t believe it. He can’t believe how dick drunk she’s been for him all this time.

He let that thought sit in his mind as he picked his paste up to fuck her harder. Why did she keep this from them? All the times they’ve gone to the bathroom in public to rub one off, knowing she would have been so easy to get on her knees and suck them dry.

“You’re in for it, y/n,” Eddie growled in her ear as he connected a free hand of his to her neck, tightly. “Eds! Eds!” Y/n cried in pain and pleasure as her walls clenched around his veiny cock before she finally exploded.

“Eddie!” She moaned loud as her cunt released everything Steve and Eddie needed. Y/n’s head stayed back and eyes stayed fucked out as Steve still played with her tits and Eddie pumped into her like he’s never fucked before.

“P-Please,” y/n begged for mercy as one hand reached up at Steve’s hair and the other to Eddie’s. “Please fuck me,” she begged, feeling another orgasm around the corner.

“Oh fuck,” Eddie groaned with a chuckle, as well as Steve as Eddie connected his last free hand to y/n’s waist. “You wanna take me now, baby? Wanna suck me fucking dry of my cum? What a fucking slut. I bet you made Steve cum already, hm?” Eddie asked as he looked behind y/n.

Steve nodded his head fast with a whine, still grinding against y/n’s back like a starved sex slave. “Gonna fill this cunt up, baby. You have no fucking choice,” Eddie slightly moaned as his thrusts got sloppy.

“Fucking hell, I — Baby, I- I’m cumming,” Eddie moaned in y/n ear, not noticing but tightening his grip on her neck and waist. She couldn’t complain though. Y/n loved the feeling of his grip on her neck.

“Holly fuck!” Eddie whined as his hips bucked a few times. His cum leaked from the weak girl's hole as Steve dropped his head back onto the headboard.

“Agh,” y/n moaned as she tightened around him again. This time he pulled out and let her squirt all over his lower body and bed. “Fuck, that’s a lot, baby,” Eddie groaned as he disconnected his hand from her waist and rubbed her folds, making sure everything comes out.

“Mhm,” y/n shifted. She’s never been this overstimulated before, and they can tell. “You fucking like that?” Eddie leaned towards her face, hand still tight around her neck. “Should I fuck this pussy full again?” Eddie asked, but y/n couldn’t speak back.

“I will,” Steve said. “Oh, shit,” Eddie chuckled as he got up. Steve moved from under y/n, showing how weak and limp she got. She still leaking her and Eddie’s cum.

“You just lay there and look cute. I’ll do the work,” Steve moved y/n on the bed, the way he needed her as Eddie sat right next to her face. “Hey, I’m still hard. Put that pretty mouth to use,” Eddie looked down at y/n as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

“Wait, wait. Baby, what color do you say when you need a break?” Eddie asked as Steve stroked himself in front of her entrance. “R-Red,” y/n slurred. “Should we go red?” Eddie asked, slightly worried.

“No. I just wanna be fucked,” y/n said low as she looked up at Eddie. “Don’t worry, doll face. You will,” Eddie said right before Steve shoved his cock into her already wet and used cunt.

As y/n moaned loudly, Eddie used that chance to push his tip into her mouth. “So fucking- oh my god,” Steve’s legs began to shake at the amazing feeling of his best friend's cunt so wet and tight around him.

“That’s it, baby. Suck me up,” Eddie rubbed y/n cheek as he lazily thrust into her mouth. “You’re our personal whore, you understand? No more of these wacky links. You’re ours,” Eddie made rules.

“And if you disobey anything we give you, princess, you’re fucking dead,” Steve said. “Understand?” Eddie asked, but y/n just looked up at him. She understands, but what will they do if she doesn’t comply.

“One chance is all you get,” Steve said as he grabbed y/n’s legs and pushed them back, causing him to fuck into her cunt deeper at a new angle. “Fuuuck!” Y/n cried as the clapping and gagging noises in the room grew.

“You’re so fucked,” Eddie chuckled as he leaned over a little bit to rub y/n’s sensitive bud. “Agh, no!” Y/n cried at the feeling of everything. Even Eddie’s cocky pushed further into her throat after he leaned over and Steve picked up his paste, causing her body to jolt back into Eddie’s cock. This is definitely all she wanted.

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pedrisbanana · 1 year

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not sure if youve written something similar before or not so sorry! but reader tells pedri she thinks he looks so hot when hes driving so he teases her in the car but shes a bit of a brat so pushes his buttons too and he ends up having to pull over to fuck her 🤭

Pedri driving is driving you crazy...

Driven By Pleasure

"You're so hot when you're driving Pepi.". You said and touched his hand on the gear stick as he changed gears.

Pedri chuckled, putting his hand over yours so you wouldn't let go.

You liked his hands. They were big and warm. Sometimes they were rough, holding you close to him.

Shifting on the seat, you tried to get a better look at your boyfriend. His arms were exposed because he was wearing one of his white designer shirts. The muscles of his right arm flexed as he guided your hands to shift the gear again. His brown eyes focused on the road again as the traffic light turned green.

"I wish you gripped my hips like that." your eyes flickered to his hold on the black steering wheel. "When you take off my panties. They're already uncomfortable from how wet I am because I keep watching you."

You moved your hand and took his, guiding him to the inside of your thighs.

"Can you feel me Pedri ? Can you feel how wet you've made me ?"

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel harder and his jaw clenched, trying to concentrate on the driving. You could hear his breath hitching as you moved his fingertips over the wet lace of your panties.

Pedri forcefully released his hand from your grip.

"Don't test my patience, munieca." he warned, but his anger only turned you on even more.

Oh, to have his hips pounding into you mercilessly as he used you for his pleasure.

Growing at the rejection, you crossed your arms. Good. If he didn't want to pleasure you, you'd have to pleasure yourself and you got the most pleasure when you could touch him.

You loved getting him off. Seeing him close his eyes and bite his lip in ecstasy did things to you. Reading over to palm his crotch, you thanked yourself for convincing Pedri to put on sweatpants today instead of his usual skinny jeans.

He wasn't hard. Not even swelling. Didn't you affect him at all?

Slipping your hand past the waistband, you pouted. Time to change that. Pedri's skin was hot under your fingertips and the near animalistic growl he let out made you clench your thighs in excitement.

"Mi vida." he moaned as you wrapped your hand around his soft shaft.

You moved your hand in slow movements, feeling him harden underneath your touch. Stroking over the tip with your thumb, you spread the precum. Before deciding on your next move, you pushed the waistband further down to have more room. Pedri leaned his head against the headrest, trying to act like your actions left him cold.

He looked even hotter like this, hands gripping the steering wheel, Eyes dark and focused while his now hard cock was hanging out of his pants.

When you reached to stroke him again, he stopped you. "Keep your hands to yourself, amor."

"But you love it when I get you off ?" you playfully pouted, hands now resting in your lap.

"We're only 10 minutes away from my house, but desperate sluts like you can't even bear that short without my cock in one of your holes." he scolded you. His voice was angry and loud and caused your pussy to clench.

Contemplating if you should drop it and just wait the rest of the drive, you looked at the hands in your lap. Your panties really were uncomfortable.

From the corner of the eye you saw Pedri trying to fix his pants with one hand. This angered you since you haven't decided yet if you were going to suck him off.

"Can you drive faster or do I need to fuck myself in here ?" you crossed your arms.

"Not my problem you get wet by just looking at me." he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not the one who can't even handle a little touching in the car without losing focus on the traffic, because he obviously has the stamina of a prepubescent boy." You leaned closer to his ear. "Are you afraid to spill all over my hand before we even pass the next traffic light ?"

Before you could think, you were pushed into your seat. Pedri turned the steering wheel and hit the breaks. Shutting the engine, his hand touched your knee.

He was still looking at the empty side strip in front of you. "You should be careful about that mouth of yours, mi vida."

His brown eyes now on yours, you were hypnotized. His hand skimmed up your leg, over your stomach, breast and onto your throat, thumb resting on your bottom lip. You darted your tongue out to taste the saltiness on his skin.

Pedri dropped his gaze and you followed. The other hand reached inside his pants to pull himself out again. He was still red and swollen.

His grip on your neck tightened, pushing your head down to his crotch. "Open up nicely, hermosa."

Your boyfriend didn't give you time to adjust to his size before he pushed his hips up into your face. You started gagging at the sudden intrusion at the back of your gorge and your hands arched for some sort of leverage.

You pawed at his thighs and stomach, but Pedri was stronger, his hips fucking into your mouth. His pace was so fast, you had a hard time getting used to his rhythm and joining it.

Tears spilled from your eyes and you were sure mascara wasn't only staining your face but the hem of his shirt as well.

The grip in your neck relaxed a little as he started to groan in pleasure. He was enjoying to use your mouth for his pleasure. You tried to move your head, but he fisted your hair, keeping you in place.

Somehow this rough treatment had you rotating your hips against the seat to create some friction between your legs.

Just as you could relax your jaw a little around him, Pedri pulled your head up.

He looked at your face with a smirk. You swallowed hard, the taste of him on your tongue. You didn't know if the tears were only coming from the gag reflex. Somehow you wanted to sob.

Pedri cocked a brow. "What's wrong ? I thought you wanted to pleasure me ? That you love getting me off ? I bet you already stained my seat you little slut."

You looked down, not being able to hold his stare. His thumb wiped at your tears and mascara stains.

Feeling his plush lips kiss your jaw softly made your heart flutter. His nose nuzzled your cheek.

The flutters disappeared when he pulled at your hair before pushing your face down on him again, making your lips wrap around his cock.

This time he wasn't fucking your face as fast as before, but still fast enough to push his cock deeper down your throat with every thrust.

The fingers in your hair started to massage your scalp. Your thighs pressed together, but your clit didn't stop pulsing.

"Where do you want me to come, mi vida ? I'm close." The mocking tone crept back upon his voice.

You flinched as his there hand found your breasts and flicked your nipples through the dress. "Here ? My cum always looks so pretty on your tits and I just know how much you love tasting it with your fingers."

He pulled at your hair to push you back up to look at him. Spit ran from your swollen lips. Your face felt hot and flushed.

"Yes. Please." you moaned, already pushing the spaghetti straps from your shoulders to expose your chest to him.

Pedri smiled and moaned as he stroked himself. Bending over to him again, your hands joined to get him over the edge.

Hot spurts of his cum decorated your dark nipples and some even hit your face as he called your name into the dark of the night.

You licked your lips when he came down from his high. "Are you going to fuck me now ? I'm already so sensitive ?"

Pedri leaned back into his seat and put himself back into his sweatpants. "I thought I taught you a lesson, hermosa ? Already being a needy brat again ?"

You smirked. "Maybe we should get home and you can try again."

A/N: Finally ! This was a pain to get done.

Is Pedri wearing only sweats no boxers ? Yes!

Too lazy to proofread so excuse my mistakes.

I hope you like a little rough Pedri. Tell me what you think and leave me some love😝

Love ya

#pedri gonzalez #pedri smut #pedri fanfic #pedri one shot #pedro gonzález lópez #pedri x reader

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xotaemintol · 2 months

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5HINee MOST LIKELY TO (NSFW)

Writers block is beating my ass rn, I have requests that I can't finish and prompts I want to do but can't, so till it passes l'II at least post things like this to stay active.

PRONOUNS USED: None//fem implied

TWS: Sub!idol, Dom!idol, sub!reader, dom!reader,overstimulation, pet play, oral (m/f receiving), pegging, daddy/mommy kink, bondage, S&M, cuckhold, and dirty talk.

MINHO 9.8/10

Despite being the jealous type he enjoys watching, he mostly likes watching you getting eaten out rather than you fucking someone else, something about seeing one of the members head between your thighs and your eyes rolling back always makes him so excited.

He first tried this with Kibum, you were tied up to the bed frame and blindfolded, your legs were wide opened and you were completely exposed to the two men as you wiggled around and waited for their next move. You weren't expecting to feel a mouth against you and you especially weren't expecting for it to be Kibums, but you weren't against it. The messy sounds of Kibum eating you out made Minho feel so turned on, the way your body spasmed and how your legs trembled made Minho wonder how long you wanted to do something like this, your begging and whining making his breathing heavier and his body hotter.

"…Oh god!" You had screamed so loudly, struggling against the restrictions of the handcuffs that dug into your wrists as you tried to escape the pleasures of Kibums tongue. You could feel Minho's eyes on you as Kibum ate you out, the feeling made you feel so dirty but so pleased. "Does it feel good baby? Is he pleasing you?" You nodded at Minho's question, desperately wanting to look at him as you answered.

TAEMIN 8.3/10

While he usually portrays a more possessive and jealous persona, Taemin loves it when you punish him by doing something like this, he's a slut for all things lustful in life and the filthier the better. He's full game to watch you get on your knees and let one of his members fuck your face, and matter of fact, he likes it even more when you tell him to touch himself while he watches.

It first started with Jonghyun, Taemin had been a brat for days now and you kept letting him get away with it but you were fed up and decided that you'd need to show him that if he didn't behave then he wouldn't get his way. You had pulled Jonghyun's hand leading him into your bedroom with Taemin sitting on the bed, telling him to sit there and look pretty as Taemin sat anxiously biting his lip as he watched. The way your hips looked as you rolled them against Jonghyun made the slight erection in his pants grow faster than what he'd like to admit, he watched with heavy eyes as you slowly undressed him and kissed all over his neck and shoulders, pressing your butt against his crotch and glancing back at him with sharp eyes. Taemins whole body felt hot and when Jonghyun started to touch you too, he was dying to join, but the moment he stood up you told him to sit back down and watch, so he did.

The way you slowly got on your knees and removed the last of Jonghyun's clothes made Taemin's hands sweat, even seeing your pretty lips wrap around the head of his dick made him whimper as if he could feel it himself. And the way Jonghyun grabbed your hair and began guiding your head left him shamelessly touching himself as he waited for his turn.

JONGHYUN 7.1/10

He was a little more hesitant but when he thought more about it he decided to give it a try and now, he doesn't mind seeing you being kissed or groped by someone else, especially when it's one of the members.

The first time he tried it was with Taemin, the three of you were sat on his couch and Taemin's hand was in your shirt as he kissed you. But Jonghyun didn't just sit and watch, he'd rather play too, so as Taemin's tongue went inside of your mouth he kissed the side of your neck, the way you moaned into Tamins mouth and put your hand in his hair made him bite his lip. He stopped for a moment to watch a little more, encouraging Taemin not to hold back as you lean in closer. The moment Taemin stopped holding back you were sitting on his lap, his hands all over your body as he kissed you till your lips were sore and your underwear was soaked, for a moment Jonghyun thought about letting you have them both, the way you gripped Taemin's shoulders told him how much you were enjoying yourself and as he was opening up to the idea.

When you had both slipped off your pants Jonghyun positioned you so that Taemin was behind you and that you were on top of him, the three of you playfully grinding against each other as Taemin kissed the back of your neck, the tension was getting heavier and it was becoming clearer that the night would end with both of them inside of you.

KIBUM 7/10

I know I'm rating him lower, but I think he's just as into it as Jonghyun actually. He enjoys when you tie him up to a chair and force him to watch you ride one of them, he didn't expect to enjoy it at first but being completely stripped naked and forced to watch makes him so painfully horny.

Jinki was happy to fill the spot of a third, you had come to him about it with Kibum and you were originally asking for advice on if it was a good idea or not, neither of you expected for him to volunteer to try it with you but you were both happy to accept. So you led both the men to your bedroom and with the help of Jinki, after stripping Kibum down you tied him to the bed and kissed him. For a while you and Jink were only playfully touching, slowly building up before you got on your knees and started to suck his dick, reacting right away Jink threw his head back and cursed softly, his eyes closed as he put his hand in your head and forced your head down. Kibum watched with his cock twitching between his thighs, biting his lip so hard that it was turning red, he wanted to touch you so bad and the sound of Jinki's voice as he praised you made that desire worse. It didn't take too long for him to be squirming against the restraints, the way you looked at him and degraded him made him whine.

"Please.." As Kibum watched Jinki bend you over on the bed beside him his desperation became too much, his needy expression was so pretty and as Jinki pressed himself against you with his hands holding your hips in place you giggled, reaching and touching Kibums thigh gently. you had decided that this was enough torture for now.

JINKI 5.1/10

If it pleases you then he'll allow it, but he'll only allow so much, surprisingly he's a lot more possessive than he looks, rather, he just doesn't like the idea of sharing as much, but if it's what you really want then he'll do it.

He had let you pick and your choice was Minho, he expected it and didn't ask why, he just agreed. His eyes watched carefully, he sat back with his legs spread. He was still fully dressed as the two of you hungrily kissed, he paid close attention to the way your hands explored Minho's body and nodded his head every time you looked at him for approval when you wanted to explore more. When Minho had led you to get on your knees you looked back at your husband, biting your lip as you pleaded with your eyes for a yes, of course, he let you, telling you that you didn't have to ask if it was what you wanted and telling you to make sure you did a good job for him.The way he spoke to you made sucking Minho's dick so much more exciting, you could feel him watching you as you slowly licked up the shaft of his cock and put your hands on his muscular thighs, the feeling made you unbelievably wet, and as you felt yourself becoming more excited you stopped and asked him for permission.

"I've let you do enough haven't I?" But he didn't let you suffer for long, instructing you to get on the bed he gets behind you as Minho gets in front of you. The feeling of Jinki fucking you as Minho pulled your hair and fucked your face made your whole body tremble."This was what you wanted?" As Jinki leaned down to your ear your walls throbbed around him, clamping onto him tightly as your moans are muffled by Minho's cock. "Do you like being fucked like a dirty slut baby? Does my pretty girl like being fucked from both ends like this?"

Most likely to be Whiny During Sex

TAEMIN 20/10

Pegging

It doesn't matter what role he's playing, a sub, bratty sub, power sub, soft dom, service dom, whatever the role he plays he's always so whiny during sex. Even when he doesn't start off that way, he always becomes so broken when you fuck him, especially if you overstimulate him, ruin his orgasms, or peg him. He'll get so whiny and it always sounds so pretty.

Taemin gasped, biting his kiss bruised lip as the head of your strap on brushed against his prostate, his sensitive cock already throbbing and leaking shiny ropes of precum as his back arched. "So pretty. You teased, your hands caressed his hips before you slowly ran your fingers through his hair and pulled harshly, a loud moan left his pillowy lips and he called out your name, his voice cracking as you started to fuck him faster. "s-so...so good.." You could hear him starting to break, the way his voice faded as you let go of his hair told you that he was enjoying himself. "Is it that good baby?" You asked, pushing his head down into the pillows you pressed your body against his firmly, angling your hips against him as you pushed him forward.

The slight change in position made his head spin, it felt like he was going to melt and when you reached down between his legs and started stroking his cock at the same pace he had lost it. Moaning loudly as he pushed back into you and whimpering as he became sensitive.

KIBUM 10/10

• Oral

Kibum is vocal no matter what he's doing. Dom or sub Kibum is going to let you know how he feels, what he likes, where he likes it, and how good it is.But he only gets whiny when he's subbing, especially when you're giving him head. Even when hes trying not to, he can't help but break every time he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Baby.. Kibums low voice trembled and his body quivered as he looked down at you, the feeling of your tongue teasing his cock made his head feel empty. "Don't tease me all night, l've been a good boy for you haven't I?" As you look up at him he trembles and grips the pillow behind his head tighter, he can't tell what you'll do next—the desire to feel your tongue against the head of his cock again clouds his brain so much that he couldn't guess if you wanted him to. "If you're such a good boy, why are you being so impatient?" As your hand slides up his thigh he whimpers and closes his eyes, it pains him to beg like this but he can't help it. "P-Please ma'am, please don't- a…..ah..” Finally when he feels your soft lips wrap around the head of his cock he's silenced by his pleasure.

As you slowly take him deeper he moans louder, his head leaned back against the pillows as he struggles not to move his hips. Every desperate cry that leaves his pretty lips pushes you to please him further, and the deeper you take him the louder he becomes. "God…..oh God!" He cries out, "Y/N! You...please... fuck, please let me cum in your mouth, please?" Kibum looks down at you, his eyes wet with desire and lust as he pleads with you. But he's given no response—not that he could complain with your tongue ruthlessly sliding across the slit of his pretty cock. His hips shuddered as he looked away and his toes curled, he could only manage gentle, raspy cries of your name that were too pretty to be ignored.

JONGHYUN 10/10

•grinding/foreplay

Jonghyun is very vocal in bed no matter what since he's usually praising you or guiding you, he often talks you through orgasms so it's not new for him to be vocal. But whiny…..Jonghyun only gets whiny when he's been waiting all day. When he hasn't seen you in about two days and only got a few kisses before leaving, that's when he becomes a mess. During foreplay he won't be able to keep himself from huffing and moaning, just kissing you has him losing his mind and when he starts grinding against you he can't help but become desperate.

The room felt hot, the air was thick and the lights were still on. Jonghyun hadn't even stopped to close the door, he needed to get his hands on you as soon as possible and he wasn't going to waste another second trying to set the mood. The mood was set the moment you told him how badly you wanted him, you should've expected your clothes to be on the floor the moment he got in. The way his hands restlessly touched you and stripped your clothes away told you how tonight would go, those two days away from you was enough to make him feel unbearably impatient.

"Did you miss me baby?" He asked in a shaky voice, his hips moved slowly against you. Your legs spread and pushed back as his cock slowly dragged up and down between vour lips, every time the head of his length bumped your clit you shivered. It felt so heavy, precum leaks from him and your love wets him even more. "Mhm…so...much." Your breathing became heavier, you were becoming so desperate for him and he felt the same about you. His quiet moans were becoming shaky and with every thrust he became slightly louder, going faster as he looked down between your body's to watch. "So...hmmm…..so pretty, you're so pretty..." As he continued to speak his voice cracks, he wanted to be inside of you so badly but knew that a little anticipation would make sliding into you feel heavenly. "F…Fuck..”

MINHO 9/10

During sex/penetration

When Minho gets really riled up, when he's so impatient, when he's been waiting for hours to feel you—that’s when he gets whiny. He's always vocal, usually it’s because he leads 80% of the time, but also because he knows you like it. Whatever it takes to get you off he'll do, but luckily; being vocal in bed comes naturally for him. But he's the most vocal when he's inside of you, especially when he's been waiting for hours to fuck you. He's not afraid to admit that he enjoys when you make him wait, something about the way you respond to him being brought to his knees and desperately pleading with you turns him on so much.

As he slid inside of you he shuddered, his bottom lip quivered from the feeling of you—your walls felt so hot, so wet and tight that he could cry. The soft pulsing of your warmth was so intense and his cock felt so sensitive, he thought he'd burst before getting all the way inside of you and the look of pure bliss in your face as every inch of him slowly disappeared inside of you made him tremble. His breathing became just as shaky as his body as he finally bottoms out inside of you—he could feel your excitement pooling and dripping as he paused to breathe. But even stopping for a second couldn't save him.

As you looked up at him with lustful eyes and a needy expression he softly cursed and waited for your next command. "Ming..baby, fuck me," You said breathlessly, "Fuck me baby, fuck me." Your desperate orders made him whimper as he nodded his empty, and his eyebrows knotted together as he began to slowly withdraw his cock from you, watching every inch come out as he bit his lip and gripped the pillow underneath your hips. "..F...Fuck..” His soft whimper made you throb, his voice cracked just a little as he paused and looked back at you. "You..You're so pretty Y/N, fuck you're so pretty…so fucking pretty." Finally he begins to move again, his slow thrusts turn into lust filled rutting as he whimpers and moans in your ear; chanting over and over again that you're so fucking pretty.

JINKI 7/10

Mutual/simultaneous masturbating

Jinki isn't as vocal as the others but that doesn't mean he's silent, he likes using his voice to guide you or to tell you when you're doing a good job but you had proposed the idea of mutual masturbation and he couldn't really tell where to use his voice during this type of play. Of course, he knew he could easily praise you and tell you what to do but he's well aware that you know what you're doing—but his concern was easily put to rest when you suggested that he just go with the flow. And when he did he seemed to be just as vocal as he is when he's fucking you, maybe watching you touch yourself to the sight of him was what turned him on so much; or maybe it was you watching him get off to you.

As you rubbed quick circles against your clit Jinki watched with his lip trapped between his teeth, you looks so sexy like this. The sight of your hand between your thighs and your pretty pussy dripping as you watched him made him feel so feral—he did his best to match his pace with yours, but when you slid your fingers down to your entrance he couldn't help himself anymore. As he began fucking his fist Jinki watched you with hungry eyes, the way your hands explored every inch of your body; and the way your body shivered when you caressed yourself made him weak in the knees. He wanted you so bad.

Without thinking about it Jinki stood up as he decided that watching wasn't enough for him. He had to get you off and be inside of you; but you stopped him before he could reach you and said; “What are you doing baby? You're supposed to be watching...” A soft whine left his lips as you grinned and motioned for him to sit down in front of you, with your legs wide you pointed to the floor in front of you and bit your lip. "Or do you want a closer look?" Feeling impatient but willing, Jinki sat down in front of you. You were both breathing so heavily and so horny that you could explode. But that feeling only got stronger when Jink grabbed your leg and pressed his face against it, slowly stroking himself as he looked up at you with needy eyes. "You don't know how bad...oh my God..." As he inhaled the smell of you he leaned his head back and let out a mixture between a soft moan and a whimper. "..I can't, I need to fuck you baby, will you let me?" As he looked up at you he began to beg.

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melody22222 · 10 months

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Lost

Male Yandere x Fem!reader

Summary: Your CEO husband coming home from a long day. It's finally his day off tomorrow and you decided to talk to him about something that's been irritating you recently. (*timbers shivered*)

2.5k words.

(don't rlly consider this as yandere since its hella fluff)

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It’s raining.

The drops of water slapping the windows as you are sitting in the living room, reading a book.

You love the rain; it’s so peaceful and relaxing, relieves all the stress. The fact that it’s also just drops of water coming out of the sky is so mesmerizing.

Everybody has a favorite part of their days. Whether it is going to see your loved ones, coming back from school or work and just lie down, etc. Your days are almost the same but simple, nothing fascinating or special, but you liked it. Although you find one thing in your day that you really, really love, is your husband coming back from his work. Of course, he’s going to be late most of the time. He’s a CEO. But sometimes you wish he wasn’t all that, well actually, not sometimes.

You wish he was never a CEO. At this point, ever since he became a CEO, his life is just working and working. It really got you worried and had to confront him and yeah… that didn’t work out really well. You really want to say something and snap, but you just had to suck it up.

You could only spend a whole day with him, which is his day off. You do feel horrible. You shouldn’t say stuff like this. His dream was to become a CEO and now look at him; he really did achieve his dream.

‘Who am I to come and take that away from him?’ You thought.

You even feel kind of selfish that you want him to spend his time with you. You have never seen him take some alone time and just be himself. You need to tell him about that tonight when he comes home.

You changed your position on the couch; you’re lying down on the couch while the book is above you. ‘Didn’t I mention how this book is so freaking good?’ After 30 minutes passed by, you heard a door open. Your body gets an excited feeling, knowing who it is. You quickly jumped and looked towards the front door.

He’s here and every time he comes back, he just gets hotter.

You rushed towards the door and quickly put your arms around him. You miss him so much.

“Whoa darling, slow down. I’m here.” Callan chuckles. He hugs you back. God, you miss his warmth. Now you can truly feel like home. He places his chin on your head gently. You both stay like this for almost 10 seconds.

“I missed you too, a lot.” He says, rubbing your back gently. All of a sudden, He picks you up from the ground a bit, slowly, still hugging you, making you gasp slightly. He looks into your eyes, you look back at him. He makes you feel things that you have never felt in your life before.

“You are missing something.” He smiles.

You smile back, knowing what he means and yes, you are missing something.

You lean in forward and give him a peck. He smirks and shakes his head slightly. He grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for an actual kiss. You grab the back of his neck and deepen the kiss, making him smile in the kiss. You both pull back and breathe heavily. It’s becoming hot.

He puts you back on the floor but out of nowhere, he picks you up again but in a bride style, making you scream. You quickly held his shoulders because what the heck! Callan burst out laughing, “I got you.” He says playfully. You hit his shoulder lightly.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs to bed, I’m tired baby.” He begins walking slowly on the pair of wooden stairs, making creaky noises. “I want to talk to you about something, Callan.” You said as you clutch onto his shoulders.

You’re so nervous.

“Oh yeah? About what, sweetheart?” Callan said as he was still walking upstairs. He’s in a good mood today and not too tired. You thought you could finally start talking to him with seriousness without him falling asleep randomly.

“Well, not right now, later. After we take a bath?” You give him a cheering smile as you both reach the second floor, hoping he could say yes and join you in the bath.

Callan knitted his eyebrows curiously, wanting to say something about this ‘thing’ that you’re serious about but instead, he doesn’t say anything and gives you a light smile, “I would love to, baby.”

You both went to your bedroom, and he finally places you down. Callan opens the bathroom door and goes inside, you followed him behind. He closes the door.

“Take your clothes off, darling.” Callan says as he walks to the bathtub and opens the bath faucet and water starts pouring down the bathtub, Then he begins to light the candles that were sitting near the bathtub and starts to take his own clothes off.

Even after years of marriage, you still feel awkward standing in front of him fully naked. He doesn’t seem to be embarrassed himself though because of course, you thought this was normal and necessary in marriage, you still couldn’t help it.

The sound of fabric running on his skin made you nervous. You looked down and started removing your shirt slowly, trying to avoid the fact that your husband is getting completely nude in front of you. He hurriedly took off the rest of his clothes before you since you’re getting really nervous each second passes.

Callan finally notices this and chuckles, “Honey? No way…” He stops. You look at him, still wearing your bra and unable to unclip it. “You are still shy in front of me? Come here. Let me help you.” He said as he came closer to you.

Fuck.You’re getting hot.

“Turn around.” You followed his order, he unclips your bra, and it falls to the floor. He picks it up and throws it in the basket.

This bathroom is huge as hell.

You turned back around and quickly covered yourself, preventing him from seeing your nakedness.

“Stop.” He glares at you, directly removing your hands that were covering your nakedness. Your cheeks and ears are like a tomato now.

You started to remove your pants, bending over a little to not let him see you again. You slide them down with your underwear as Callan watches you, avoiding his stern gaze. You both are now completely nude in front of each other.

‘This is seriously getting way too hot and awkward at the same time.’

“You look so beautiful, sweetheart.” He grabs your waist lightly and begins to give your neck soft kisses. “The most,” He cut himself with a kiss on your neck. “Stunning” kiss, “Captivating.” Another kiss, “and amazing thing in the whole universe. Everything. Your body, your soul, you. I can’t get enough of you.”

He softened as you squeezed your lips shut, preventing a smile from escaping. He lifted his head up.

“Though I won’t let any man make the same moves on you as I did.” He joked, laughing as you rolled your eyes.

Brushing his thumb on your cheek, he bent his face closer to yours, “But listen, you are the best thing ever happened to me. And it hurts me to see you hide your body away from me, it hurts me a lot. You don’t understand how fucking sexy and mesmerizing your body is. Every time I look at your body, I just want to bend you over and fuck you so hard till morning because you have no idea how your body makes me feel and what it does to me.”

You went completely even more silent. Not knowing what to say. ‘Should I thank him? Tell him he’s lying? And he’s just saying those things to make me feel better?’

Your cheeks squished as he pressed his palms against them, forcing your head to nod as you went limp.

“Good” He smiled, grinning at how you were waiting for his next response.

“Come on honey, let’s get in.” Callan grabs your waist softly and starts leading you towards the tub. He steps into the warm water. You quickly gazed away, trying to not look at him.

It still feels so strange and flustering.

He sits down and waits for you to join him. You followed his action, hoping he wasn’t looking at you but you could feel his stare as you gazed into the water. He grabbed your hip and sank you into the water. You gasped lightly as he turned you around and sat you down between his legs.

“Is the water too hot, darling?” He says as he caresses your shoulder softly.

“No, it’s fine.” You feel like your heart is beating in reverse. You’re going to explode.

He kisses your shoulder gently that he caressed a few seconds ago, “Your skin feels so soft and warm baby.” He grabs your waist again softly and brings you closer to his chest and lets you lay your back onto his chest.

Oh, you missed him so much

You close your eyes and feel his body against yours.

“I want you to take some time for yourself tomorrow Callan.” You said all of a sudden, not holding it any longer. He genuinely needs time for himself. Every day off he has, he always spends it with you. You love it but it makes you feel selfish.

‘I feel selfish, why do I feel selfish?’

You turned around to face him and looked directly into his eyes.

His eyes, his brown eyes.

“What? What the hell does that supposed to mean?” He asked, confused. “It’s just… It’s just every time, every time you have a day off, you would spend it with me,” You turned around completely and sat on his legs in front of him. He was still looking at you, confused. “You would spend the whole day off with me, it irritates me so much. You never take time for yourself, gain your own thoughts. I highly, rarely see you do that ever since I married you. Please, Callan.” Your voice shakes as you ranted, looking down onto his chest. You place your arms around his shoulder.

“Take some time with yourself tomorrow.” You looked up at him.

“Oh Y/n…” Callan grabs your waist gently with his hand, the other hand comes to your cheek as he caresses it back and forth, looking back at you with his gorgeous brown eyes. “Why would you say something like that? Is this the ‘thing’ you wanted to talk about?”

You nodded.

“But my love, spending time with myself and spending time with you is no difference. I don’t need to spend time with myself in order to ‘gain my thoughts’ or to be happy with myself again for once in a while or whatever some sort of idea you have in mind.”

What.

Is he being serious right now?

“What… don’t you want to clear your head? You literally have me around you all th-” He cuts you off, “And that’s what I want and need, you are my everything, love. And I mean everything. I swear Y/n, if I had the freedom to leave work and just come home to you, I would have. I miss you every day Y/n, every second, every minute, every hour, and every goddamn day.” He grabs your face with both of his hands. “I love you. I have loved you all my life. Without you I’d be lost. I don’t know what I will do with myself if you aren’t here right now, sitting on me with your angel self. I would be lost darling, lost. So stop with this nonsense and let me clean you up.”

You blinked in surprise. You did not expect this. Not only that, but you didn't know what to say anymore. You’re completely shocked.

He takes your gray loofah and puts soap all around it and begins to rub it around your body, “turn back around.” You followed his order once again. You really didn’t know what to say anymore. You’re stunned.

“Don’t ever bring that topic up again, you hear me?” He scolds lightly as he gently rubs the loofah at your back. You quickly nodded in fear, scared of how his tone became stern.

He goes to your private areas which become awkward all of a sudden, but it doesn’t bother him at all. As he finishes with you, he starts with himself. You look down the water, still thinking about what he just said. “I don’t want you to ever think like that, your presence never bothers me baby.” He goes silent a bit; you're expecting him to say more, “Why would you think like that? Am I the one bothering you?”

No way had he just thought that.

“No, of course not. No. No, no.” You quickly said, “I love being around you, I just thought you are working so hard and then coming back home and have to give me attention. Plus I spend the whole day alone while you are at work.” You said as you looked back at him and watched him clean himself with the soaped loofah. “I’m so sorry baby. I know I've been a workaholic these past months, but you have to understand it’s my opening as a CEO. I promise you it will end after a couple of weeks. I have been getting so many clients, it’s insane.” He said as he looked back at you.

“No…” You shake my head lightly, “Don’t apologize. I completely understand. You got your dream that you’ve been dreaming for so long.” You smiled cheerfully.

He grinned, “Yeah, and another promise, after things go slow and my opening news starts to go away. I’ll take you wherever you want and give you anything you want, honey. Just name it.”

You laughed, “Okay, but most importantly. I want you.” You pointed your finger at him as he laughed, “Sure baby.”

15 minutes passes with you and Callan talking about both of your days.

You and Callan finally got out of the warm bath and changed into your Pjs. You picked out a silky nightwear while he just put some sweatpants, and finally jumped into bed together.

The rain stopped, it saddens you a bit.

You both are lying down as he wraps his arms around you and brings you closer, “I forgot to ask, have you eaten anything?” He said. You closed your eyes and nodded surely. He chuckles, “Good.”

“Close your eyes; it’s been a long day.” You said as you rested your hand on his chest. You hear him say, “I’m forever grateful to spend every minute of my life with you. I may lose you someday when I’m far away, so I have to spend my life with you, it was meant for it.” He said as he brought your head onto his chest and closed his eyes.

Again, you’re stunned. What is this man doing to you?

“Goodnight.” Is all you could slip from your mouth. You lifted your head and noticed he already drifted off to sleep. He must have been exhausted.

You smiled and adored his sleepy face. ‘I do not deserve him.’ “I love you Callan.” You whispered to him. He wiggled a bit and brought you closer again. You laid your head on his chest and closed your eyes.

“I love you too.”

#yandere #male yandere #fluff #agnst #yandere core #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #yandere male #male yandere x reader #romance #love #reader #oneshot #smut

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cumikering · 7 months

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Friend’s brother Rudy x reader

1.4k | fluff

Meeting your BFF’s older brother for the first time

For @glitterypirateduck’s Fall4Rudy <3 (Surprise, first one to make a noise loses)

Crouching, Rudy stifled a cackle as keys clinked outside. The door swung open, and as the lights came on, he jumped out from behind the couch.

“¡Sorpresa!” he exclaimed with his hands thrown up before his grin dropped.

“Holy shit!” Your brows shot up, hand frozen on the light switch. “Who- Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“Mierda,” he muttered, reaching for the cake he’d set on the dining table. “I’m sorry, I thought this was my sister’s.”

“Uh… Rudy?”

He frowned. “How do you know my name?”

“I’m Dani’s friend. It is her place. I was going to surprise her.” You tilted the pan of warm cinnamon rolls towards him. You were glad you didn’t drop them earlier.

He let out a relieved laugh as he sat down. “For a second I thought I came to the wrong apartment. Come in, come in.”

You closed the door and made your way to the table with your gaze casted down, unwrapping the pan beside Rudy’s cake.

“Hey, I remember you. Are you her friend from university? You moved here recently, no?”

Daniela had shown you plenty of her family photos with the accompanying stories throughout your years of friendship. Even if you never told her, she picked up (too fast) that you found Rudy handsome and teased you about it.

Him recognising you made your cheeks even hotter. You wondered what else she told him.

“Yes,” you mumbled, pulling out the chair across him.

“You have any idea what time she’s coming home? I waited over an hour in the dark. It was getting really boring.”

You chuckled, looking up at him. He had a light stubble with scars on his face the photos never picked up. His loose white shirt hung perfectly from his figure as he leaned back, a shadow of his chest hair peeking over the neckline. He was much more attractive up close.

“She texted me she was heading home. Should be here in 5, 10 minutes.”

“I need payback for waiting so long.” He smiled devilishly and eyed the cinnamon rolls. He leaned in and cocked an eyebrow. “I know just how to annoy her.”

You laughed. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

He nodded in approval. “You’re a good friend. I like you.” He grabbed two forks from the kitchen drawer before carving a roll out. “Did you know she had this phase when we were teenagers? She got every kind of cinnamon soap, candle, essential oil... I hated the smell, didn’t want to go to her room for months.”

“She’s still got those candles in her room.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh Lord.” He handed you one half on the fork.

You couldn’t wipe the delight off your face as you chewed. He smiled too, the warm gaze of his caramel eyes melted you. You looked away, heart racing. Was it from sharing a little treat or the thrill of being mischievous?

You gestured at the Yoda cake. Old you are, it said on the bottom.

“She, uh, doesn't like Star Wars... At all.”

“Exactly.” He smirked.

“You really love pranking her, huh.”

“She told you?”

“Of course. Told me when she broke your action figure one time, you took the training wheels off her bike.”

“I remember. I took them to school so she couldn't find them, but I lost them instead. Our parents got so mad at me.” He barked out a laugh. “But she ended up learning how to ride a bike properly, so I guess I didn't totally mess up.”

You smiled, finding their relationship endearing. “She misses you a lot, you know. Says she doesn't see you enough even that your base is here.”

“She does?” He sighed. “I do too. Unfortunately my deployments can get unpredictable.”

“I mean siblings are rarely as close as you both. Sometimes I even wish the same for myself,” you said wistfully.

His gaze softened. “That's true. Thanks for telling me, I'll-“

The sound of a car’s locking beep made you tear your eyes off his. “That’s her!”

“Quick, help me turn the lights off.” He stood, chucking the dirty spoons in the sink.

You did, and he guided you to the back of the couch with his phone. Crouching next to each other in the dark, you couldn’t deny his alluring presence, his warmth radiating off him. He smelt clean and fresh of soap, and you itched to lean in a touch closer.

“I hope to see you again soon," he breathed. The light from outside illuminated his sincere smile just enough. "Maybe I can show you around town.”

You bit your lip, averting your gaze. "I'd like that," you muttered.

On the floor, his fingers brushed over yours. “First one to make a noise loses,” he teased. “Then you’ll have to take the fall for the missing cinnamon roll.”

Despite the warning, you let out a chuckle, your heart thumping.

"Shhh," he said as footsteps approached, still smiling.

The door unlocked, and the both of you stood as the lights flicked on.

"Surprise!" "¡Sorpresa!"

Daniela yelped but soon grinned from ear to ear. "Oh my God, you guys!"

Rudy took his cake, wrapping his arm around her at the door. “Happy birthday to my favourite sister.”

She glanced at the cake and gave him an unamused look, shaking her head.

“Happy birthday, Dani!” You pulled her into a hug and presented your gift.

She threw her head back in laughter. "I don't need to ask who did this." She smacked Rudy's arm. "You took my favourite piece!"

He looked way too pleased with himself.

Daniela suggested the three of you go out for dinner. The Parras spoke in English to include you, but they couldn’t help slipping into Spanish here and there. You could only smile in amusement watching them tease each other, Rudy glancing over ever so often as if to ensure if you were having a good time too.

When Rudy excused himself to the bathroom, Daniela shot you a knowing look. She wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.

“Never would have guessed this is how you were going to meet him, but I hope you enjoyed dinner.”

You gave her a bashful smile. “I did, he’s really nice.” And handsome.

“I’m happy you both finally met. Judging by the way he kept looking, I think you might have a date soon.” She raised an eyebrow, and it occurred to you who she probably picked up the habit from.

You couldn’t help stealing a glance when Rudy walked back to the table. His snug jeans accentuated the way his hips moved as he strode casually. His well-defined arms were on display with his hands in his pockets. He had no right looking so good in such a simple outfit.

“I think I’m going to call it a night,” Daniela announced. “Rudy, would you be so kind to walk her home?”

His eyes locked with yours. “It would be my pleasure.”

After exchanging your goodbyes, Daniela left after giving you one last satisfied smile. She couldn’t be more obvious in setting the both of you up. You had to bake her more cinnamon rolls.

During the walk, Rudy slowed down to your pace when he realised he was walking too fast. Like the gentleman he was, he also offered you his arm which you took with joy. He even made sure to have you walk on the inside of the pavement, keeping you away from traffic. Along the way, he told you of the few places he’d been in the area, adding that he was open to discovering more since he wasn’t very familiar with it yet.

Your feet grew heavier the closer you were to home. You enjoyed clinging onto him a little too much as you chatted. Satisfaction bubbled in your chest whenever you got him to laugh, watching the little crinkles by his kind eyes. You adored the calming silkiness of his voice and how his R’s curled.

At your door, you reluctantly let go of his arm, turning to him.

“I meant it when I said I hope to see you again.”

You beamed at him. You hesitated, but braved yourself to step in for a hug.

He gave you a squeeze and you squealed into his shoulder, making him chuckle. When he pulled away, you hoped your blush wasn’t too apparent.

“Would you like to come in for some tea?”

My fellow Rudy simp: @sofasoap

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beaker1636 · 4 months

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Baby It's Cold Outside - Vinny Mauro College AU Smut

A/N: So I know I said no requests posted until Fridays and Saturdays but I am so excited about this one, I absolutely love it. It may be my best smut story to date at almost 6,000 words! So I decided to post it early because I am too excited and can't wait to share it! The request was literally just Vinny Christmas Smut, and while this doesn't touch a lot on Christmas it is where my mind went. Hope you enjoy!!

God damnit, you groan in your head as you trudge through the cold weather towards the house of your classmate. Of course Vinny would skip one of the final classes before winter break, making your teacher ask you to take the assignment to him… meaning you had to walk out in the cold, and had to do it this morning before the storm hit.

Truthfully you could have done it last night but you just didn’t want to, preferring to return to your dorm room so that you could sulk about the task you are currently doing in your head. You’re hoping that the rest of the guys he lives with are gone already, so you only have to deal with him, but who knows. You honestly were shocked when you found out he hasn’t left to go home for the holiday yet, he is extremely close to his family. Yet another reason for you to be jealous of him, but you would never admit that.

You finally walk up the sidewalk to the house, knocking on the door. You don’t expect him to answer right away given it is only 10 in the morning, and any usual college student would still be sleeping in at this point in the day on a day of no classes. So when the door opens almost immediately you are almost caught off guard, to be met with Vinny standing there, tousled hair from sleep and a smile on his face.

“Hi, I was sent to give you the homework you missed. Because Prof decided you needed to be miserable over Christmas break.”

Apparently you shouldn’t have said that, because Vinny immediately laughs, his bright grin on his face while you try to dampen the emotions in your chest that it made you feel, reminding yourself that he doesn’t like you in that way. Bringing yourself back down to earth not focusing on how attractive he looks right now.

“Thank you, why don’t you come in for a moment before you get too cold. Have a cup of coffee in thanks for bringing this all the way here for me,” he offers, stepping aside so that you could step inside the house around him, his voice still rough from sleep.

You slowly step inside, taking in the warmth that your body was craving and letting your eyes wander around the empty and clean house that he shares with his band that they’ve formed. Last time you were here was for a party where a window was broken by Ryan while playing a dumb game and people were everywhere, a moment that had you too close to Vinny that you are praying he was too drunk to remember.

“Where is everyone else?” You ask curiously, not taking off your coat or boots to give the wrong impression that you were going to get comfortable.

“They all left already for the holidays, I was the last one to get a flight that leaves in a few days unfortunately.”

Oh, so it was just the two of you alone. You tried your best to look normal, unfazed by this revelation despite the fact that you are currently nervous being in such close proximity, worried that your crush that you have been hiding for years is going to break through. Though you had to admit it was painful, the fact you have waited for years hoping that he would notice you but he never did. You were still boring old y/n from highschool, despite the fact you are now in college together. You have always just been friends, and you accepted that years ago unfortunately. Nothing has changed through the years except he somehow got hotter than is fair, more than any other guys your age, but that is besides the point.

With you lost in your mind it gave Vin a chance to watch you, trying to figure out what he did wrong. Ever since that party a few weeks ago things have been different between both of you, you giving him the cold shoulder most of the time, and he can’t even remember what he did. He noticed you looked stiff, but didn’t want to ask what you we’re thinking about and scaring you off like he has always been good at.

“Come on, let's get coffee,” he offered, moving to lead you towards the kitchen but noticing that you hadn’t moved.

Truthfully, you are trying to figure out what your excuse to leave can be, wanting to head out the door and never come back, not able to ignore the clear edge in his voice. He didn’t seem upset though, in fact something a bit more was in his gaze, even if he seemed friendly, not on guard.

“I’m serious, you have to be freezing, it is damn near below zero and windy because of the storm moving in. You’re still shivering and have your coat on. I can even loan you a cup to take it in if you want to leave that bad but I would rather you at least come in and warm up some,” he says, giving you a warm smile. Hoping to coax you into staying for at least a little bit, so he can pick your brain, figure out what he did to upset you so much.

Damn him, now you can’t leave without looking like a jerk, he is being so friendly it would look bad if you said no. And truthfully as cold as you are coffee does sound nice right about now.

“Sure,” you say. “I could use some heat, but I want to get out of here and to my dorm before this storm officially hits.”

The tension in the air disappears as you follow him into the kitchen. You watch as Vinny pours you a cup when suddenly you hear the wind pick up, the lights flickering in the house and you panic. This was not good at all. The weatherman said the snow storm wasn’t going to be here until tomorrow and now it is hitting early, you never would have left your house if you knew it would hit early.

“Should we be worried?” You ask, you hate storms of any kind and the lights flickering makes you anxious, worried that the lights will go out and that you will be stuck here, you don’t want that.

“The house doesn’t always like wind and storms, especially as windy as it is getting. Cream and Sugar for your coffee, correct?” He says, deflecting your question, trying to distract you because he remembers how much you hate storms.

“Yes please, so anyways should we be worried?” You ask again, watching him pull some creamer out and pour it into your cup and adding a little sugar before handing it back to you with a smile, hoping that it was correct. Watching your expression when you take the first sip, hoping that you enjoy it.

“Good?”

“It is good, thank you,” you say with a smile, taking another sip as you close your eyes to take in the warmth from the cup before you glance at him with a stern look. “Okay now stop distracting me please, I want you to answer my question.

You meet his eyes, watching his reaction closely as he goes to answer, but as he does the house goes dark, like something has been pulled over the windows as the power goes out. You glance out the windows and notice that it is dumping snow, suddenly anxious at the weather change.

“Fuck, that actually just happened. Thank god you got here before it suddenly hit,” he says, giving you a nervous look before helping you to the couch and pulling his phone out of his pocket to pull the weather up. “They’re talking about downed wires and power outages, that we need to stay inside. Guess you are stuck with me for now. Thank god we have the fireplace and a lot of wood in here, I will get that going.”

Vinny says before scurrying off, getting started at lighting the fireplace so that the two of you have some heat, even if it isn’t a lot it will be enough for you both as you watch him, your nerves growing as you listen to the wind howl.

He gets it going and then walks off, before returning with a thick blanket for you, laying it over your lap before starting to light some candles that he found, bringing a little more light to the room around you. “I’m going to grab some blankets to insulate the house as much as I can, fill the gaps under the door and windows. Want to help?” He asks.

You get up and help him do that, to help prevent the cold air from making its way into the house that is already getting cooler, both of you somewhat miserable in the rest of the house and letting out a sigh when you sit on the couch, pulling the blanket over both of you.

It is now that it hits you that you are stuck here with Vinny, sitting closely to him on the couch. You try to ignore the fact your stomach is in knots, you aren’t sure if it is nerves because of the storm or because you are so close to him right now… or maybe it is both.

“Hey, I know storms freak you out. How are you feeling?” His voice startled you, but you quickly relaxed into the warmth of the blanket.

“Uhh a little cold, but alright I think. At least I am not stuck weathering the storm alone in the dorm,” you say softly, trying not to let out just how cold or freaked out you actually are at the moment.

“Shit, you are cold,” he says the second his hand rests on yours to comfort you, able to tell it is bothering you more than you are letting on. “Stand up for a second, I will move the couch closer to the fireplace.”

You do as he asks, watching as he moves it closer to the fireplace before both of you settle on it again. This time he sits a lot closer to you, pulling you into his side without a word, you know you are blushing at this.

“This will help keep you warm, if you are okay with this,” he says sheepishly, realizing that he probably shouldn’t have just done that, hoping that you aren’t mad.

You nod, not responding as you sigh contently, curling up next to him and taking advantage of his body heat. Truthfully, he only did this so he could be close to you, wanting to feel your touch, but he wouldn’t admit that out loud. He adjusted to pull you onto his lap, letting you soak in his body heat that he is sharing while your face is pressed into his neck.

“Thank you, this is…. Nice,” you say shyly, glad he can’t see the look on your face as you are probably blushing again. You are gladly going to take advantage of this, it’ll haunt your dreams for months to come. You move, your hands resting on his arms, making him jump.

“Fuck, you are freezing. Why are you like this,” he says, shivering slightly at your cold touch, making you giggle.

“I don’t know, I just always have cold hands. I’m sorry,” you say softly, moving to pull them away but his hands rest on yours, holding them to him.

Neither of you say much for awhile, just basking in the warmth from the fireplace while curled up together under the blankets. Eventually a hand is in your hair, gently stroking it, letting it run between his fingers for several moments, making you sigh and lean into him more, enjoying the gentle touches. He hears your quiet sigh in his ear and continues, enjoying the fact that he can tell just how sensitive you are to his touch.

“You’re sensitive there… Where else?” He asks you, you are almost able to hear the smile in voice as you try not to answer, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. You also are not wanting to admit this to him in fear that he will stop touching you, and you are enjoying it, even if it is only your hair too much to let him stop.

He takes your silence as his permission to keep going and slowly slides his hand down the side of your neck before settling close to your collarbone, gently stroking it while trying to gauge your reaction. Satisfied when you let out a soft moan, letting him know that you are enjoying his touch right now, more than you probably should when he is barely touching you.

“You are a mess huh,” he says lowly, continuing to lightly run his fingers along your collarbone, teasing you, wanting to draw more sounds out of you. “I can keep touching you if you want, doesn’t have to be anything naughty, just this.”

You want to be alarmed, want to say no and fight him off when his hands move down, roving your covered hips and thighs briefly before returning to rub circles along your neck, happy that you are now leaning into his touch. He is pretty sure he knows your answer even if you won’t say it out loud.

“I- I mean I guess. It was… it felt good. But won’t this change things between us?” You ask, embarrassed at everything that is currently taking place. To be admitting that the man is barely touching you and you are already thoroughly enjoying it.

“I think things changed at the party, don’t you? Can I ask you a question about that night?” he asks you, hands leaving soothing circles against your lower back. Trying to keep you relaxed enough that you won’t try to run when he asks what he wants to ask.

You nod, him feeling the movement against his neck where you still have your face nestled, glad he couldn’t see how much you were blushing.

“Would you have actually slept with me that night if Rick didn’t walk into the room?” He asks, his hands moving to your hair again as his nails lightly move across your scalp, the feeling almost distracting you from his question, you trying to think of the best answer you could come up with. When you don’t answer him in the time frame he feels like waiting he lightly pulls on your hair, making you gasp.

“I asked you a question y/n, don’t be rude and ignore it.”

“I-I don’t know, maybe?” You mumble, embarrassed that he is asking you this. That he is bringing up that night again. That you are being forced to think about the night you shamelessly kissed him while drunk and it led to more between the two of you… and the fact that you fled the second you got the chance when Rick accidentally walked in on both of you.

“You don’t have to be so shy, you can admit that you would have. It’s only us here and I think you are just as into me as I have been into you for years at this point,” he says cockily, knowing that you are getting anxious and will want to end this conversation.

He distracts you by moving his hands down the back of your neck, trailing along the soft skin with light pressure, trying to work the tension out of your body as his hands slowly work on it. Wanting to relax you, to make you comfortable with him.

“Okay, so I do have a crush on you. But I can’t say yes for sure because I-well I’ve never done that before so I don’t know if I would have agreed or not that night,” you admit, somehow feeling safe and comfortable in his arms, with him, to admit to him that you are a virgin despite being in college now and aren’t sure what you want or wanted that night.

“Okay, now it is my turn to be caught off guard. I didn’t expect that to be what was holding you back. I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry,” he says softly, worried that he embarrassed you too much and made you uncomfortable, if he made you admit to a secret that you weren’t ready to share with anyone.

Neither one of you speaks as he continues to lightly rub your neck, something that you feel like you should not be enjoying but you are. You are enjoying his hands on you much more than you probably should, and the way he gets you to shift every so often on his lap is making him a little harder than he feels like he should be right now. Worried you will notice it and it will bother you that he is.

“Is this okay,” he asks, reaching for the zipper of your hoodie that you have on, hoping that you will let him remove it. When it hit you what you were asking you said sure, pulling away from him a little so that he could do so, letting him slide it off your shoulders.

He slips his hands under your thighs for a moment so he can move you, your back now against his chest as you lean into him, into his touch and warmth as he settles his hands against your now exposed collarbone, running his hand over it gently as he continues to lightly touch you. His goal now is to make you enjoy his touch, make you crave it and possibly allow him to touch you elsewhere, get you to recognize that you enjoy it.

His fingers brush over your throat as he moves to your other collarbone, making you quite aware of where his hand is. You breathe in, and hope that he can’t feel it, that you are aware that if he barely moved he would be able to choke you, something that you don’t feel should be such an arousing thought to you but it is. But he does realize what the barely there touch just did to you and settles his hand at the base of your throat, not applying any pressure but rather lightly stroking it with his thumb as he feels you take a couple shaky breaths. Praying that he can’t see the more than likely flushed look on your face, the half closed aroused look on your face because you don’t want him to know what he is doing to you right now.

“You still good?” He asks, checking in on you with a low chuckle. He knows that you are, can tell by how you are shifting and breathing but he wants to hear you say it.

“Great,” you say softly, regretting the word choice that you just used. You don’t want to come across desperate despite the fact that is how you feel at the moment.

“I’m glad, tell me if you want me to stop.”

His hands start to slide down, lightly gliding over your breasts, making you gasp slightly but his hands keep going, settling on your stomach while he lets out a chuckle.

“It’s just us, you don’t have to hold anything in. Please don’t, let me hear what I am doing to you,” he whispers in your ear, his hands settling on your hips.

His fingers lightly digging into the soft flesh there, rubbing circles just barely under your shirt as you continue to try and hide how you are feeling, not wanting him to stop but also still not willing to show just how much you are enjoying this, enjoying him. When the hell had you gotten so warm, maybe it was a bad idea to let him move the couch up closer to the fireplace.

Before too long his hands settle on your lower back, between the two of you. Firming massaging your tight muscles there, trying to work out all your anxiety you are holding, because again, he wants you relaxed, enjoying this. He wants to enjoy having his hands on you, getting to worship your body as much as you will allow him because he doesn’t know if you will ever give him this chance again, and even if you will he now knows that this is your first time doing anything like this and wants you to enjoy it, not feel used at all.

His hands slowly work there way up as he feels you continue to slowly unwind under his touch, now much closer to your ribcage when they slide back to your front, teasing you right under where your bra sits, trying to gauge if he is allowed to keep going or not. Judging on how you sighed into his touch and leaned into him he is pretty sure that you are allowing this.

You stiffen slightly when you lean back into him, you are able to feel how hard he is against you, but quickly relax again, and shift yourself against him slightly because while you haven’t done much you have read plenty and are confident that he will hopefully enjoy it.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, slightly embarrassed that you noticed, worried that it will make you retreat back into yourself, but it doesn’t.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you say softly, playing dumb. And while you know that he isn’t stupid and that he knows that you know why he’s apologizing, you felt that would be easier. To ignore it and pretend that you aren’t aware of what is happening with him, because honestly you are too far gone at this point, he could do just about anything he wants to with you and you would let him.

The tension between the two of you finally snapped, him urging you to turn back towards him and the second you do his lips are on yours. Moving against your own urgently, wanting nothing more than to feel you closer to him as you now straddle his lap, your own arms around his neck as you lightly move your hips against his own.

One of his hands is still under your shirt as he slowly slips it off of you, his hand starting to slowly ease the cup of your bra out of his way before he gives up and unhooks it with his other hand, giving himself more room to touch you. To lightly squeeze and palm your breast underneath the cup of your bra, holding back his own groan when he hears you lightly moan against his lips. His fingers move so that they can lightly rub over our nipple, feeling it harden almost immediately from his touch. He hesitantly slides the straps off his arms, going slowly so that you have time to stop him if you want to, but you don’t.

He pulls his lips away from yours, looking at your face as he continues to toy with your nipple between his fingers, trying to read your face, loving the flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes that he sees.

“You’re so sensitive. Has anyone ever touched you like this?” He asks, face moving to your neck as he begins to lightly kiss and suck on the sensitive skin there while he moves his hand to your other breast, giving it the same attention as you continue to move your hips, now seeking that friction between both of you.

“N-no,” you whimper, trying hard to keep your composure and failing, it is so hard to focus with his lips in such a sensitive place and his hands teasing you so much. You never expected to enjoy any of this so much and now that you are, well it’s making it hard to think, all your reservations now slowly slipping.

His hands slowly move, now slipping down your torso towards your waist, leaving more teasing and light touches right above the waistband of your jeans, dipping barely under it before slipping back out while his lips find yours again.

“Can I take your jeans off?” He asks you in between kisses as he slowly moves, laying your back down against the couch while he leans over the top of you, aching to touch you, to feel how wet he has made you.

You tense at his words and he immediately notices, pulling his hand away to settle on your cheek, stroking your jaw lightly as he pulls his lips away from yours, making you look at him.

“We don’t have to keep going, again, this is whatever you are comfortable with.” He says gently, eyes meeting yours as he tries to give you a reassuring smile, one that slightly worked.

“Jeans can come off, but I- I don’t think I am ready to go all the way, so panties are staying on please,” you answer, hoping that he won’t be upset with you.

“I can work with that,” he says gently, moving so that he can slip his own off, kicking them off his foot while you slowly slip out of your own.

You watch as he removes his own shirt too before he settles back over you, bringing his lips to yours again, much softer than before, as if he was trying to reassure you that everything is going to be alright, that he isn’t upset that you aren’t willing to completely go there yet.

His hand slowly slips down between both of you while you held your breath, unsure what to think, embarrassed because you know that you are soaked and he is going to feel it, know just how much of an effect his hands are having on you.

His eyes go wide when he finally settles his fingers over your covered slit, moving lightly against it, able to feel how damp your panties are under his touch, incredibly turned on by the fact he has made you this way. He slowly moves them to the side so that he can actually touch you, feeling your arousal on his skin as he lightly moves his fingers between your folds, coating them before using one to circle your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath.

“Fuck,” he groans softly, pulling away so that he can look at your face, taking note of how you seem to be a permanent shade of red at this point, and enjoying that you are.

His attention returns to his hand where it is down below, now really starting to work his fingers against your clit, giving you more pleasure than you have thought imaginable. This is definitely much better than when you get yourself off in your bed at night, it feels so much better. You don’t try to hide your moan when it slips out of your lips, encouraging him more.

Your hands winding into his hair as you pull his lips to your own again, you honestly don’t think you can get enough of them at this point. Of his lips on yours, swallowing all your sounds as he drags you closer and closer to the edge, making you question why you never let him do this sooner.

When he finally pulls you over the edge your whole body tenses for a moment, your back arching and pressing your chest into his as you come undone at the hands of someone else for the first time. He pulls his lips away from yours again so he can watch you as you do, the sight more arousing than any of the porn he has ever watched, than any of the other women he has been with before.

When you relax under his touch he leaves a couple gentle kisses on your lips, wanting you to feel comfortable and able to tell that he cares about how you are doing as you both smile at each other as your chest heaves from your heavy breaths as you come back down.

You don’t say a word as you push on his shoulder, urging him off of you before you glance at him, shy but determined. Feeling a new sort of confidence as you want to return the favor, want to make him enjoy himself too.

“Lay down Vin, please,” you ask him shyly, hoping that he listens and allows you to do this without questioning you. He looks at you for a second, reading your face before speaking.

“You don’t have to touch me you know,” he says softly, wanting to make sure you don’t feel forced into anything. While you appreciate this, and find it incredibly sweet you still want to return the favor.

“I know, but please?” you ask again, watching as he processes your question and lays back, his back against the cushions of the couch as he listens.

You slowly move the band of his boxers down, watching as his length springs free from its confines before you hesitantly wrap your hand around it, barely gripping it as you move your hand up and down, stroking him gently. You’re assuming that you are doing this right based on the groan that leaves his lips as he watches you, egging you on to continue your touch.

His hand wraps around yours, encouraging you to grip him tighter before letting it go, letting you continue on your own as he throws his head back for a moment, almost unbelieving that this is happening right now, but it is.

He moves to watch you again, seeing you gain confidence as he grows closer and closer from your touch, before he finally finishes his cum decorating your pretty hand while you watch his face for a moment, looking away the second his eyes meet yours, embarrassed.

“Hey, don’t be shy with me now. Let me go grab something to clean your hand up, yeah?” He asks, sitting up and giving you a soft kiss before walking away, returning with a towel and a shirt for you to slip on after you are both cleaned up as you both sit in the awkward silence for a moment, watching the fire. You can tell he is thinking something, but you aren’t sure what.

“What’s wrong,” you ask him quietly, turning to look at him.

“Don’t worry about it, it is nothing bad, promise,” he says softly. “Just stupid shit.”

“It’s not stupid if it is bothering you Vin,” you respond, reaching out to lightly rub his arm, wanting him to be open with you as you just were with him.

“I’m worried I fucked up by doing this, because I gladly would do it again but would you? I feel like I pressured you into it,” he admits, refusing to meet your gaze as he continues watching the fire.

“You asked more than once if I wanted you to stop, and I didn’t. And you were right, things changed at the party a few weeks ago between us and no matter how much I want to deny that I can’t. You were sweet, making sure that I was alright the entire time, and even if I wanted to I can’t deny I’ve wanted more between us for a while,” you respond, somehow having a new found confidence after everything. Maybe it is just because you have seeing him unhappy, unsure of himself but you felt the need to reassure him, to let him know just how you feel about him even if you are risking him feeling the same.

“It has always been you y/n, since we were stupid kids in highschool until now. I guess mauve I should have told you sooner but it’s true,” he says, now turning towards you. Hoping you can tell that he is telling you the truth, that you are happy with the truth.

“Really?” you ask with a slight smile, unable to help yourself when it spreads across your face.

“Yes, now if you don’t mind I want to kiss you until you ask me to stop, until this blizzard stops and we can’t anymore,” he says with a smile. “How long was this even supposed to go on?”

“A couple days, so we may wind up stuck here for Christmas unfortunately,” you respond softly, a little disappointed that you might not be home for the holiday, it didn’t hit you until just now when you two started talking about the storm again.

“Well, good thing we have enough wood for a few days, and we just may wind up having our first Christmas together in the process. And that gives me plenty of time to enjoy this” he says, pulling you into him so that he could kiss you again, making you giggle.

“I guess so.”

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Day 10: Hunter/Prey

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader (can be read as character x reader)

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: First time writing smut, so it probably sucks lol. As you can see, I got carried away with Miles 😂.

If you've read my kinktober masterlist, you know that I wasn't comfortable with the original propmt, knife kink, so I came up with this prompt, which is heavily inspired by “Colonel’s Orders” by @whxre-bxby.

Also, I skipped Fike, because I couldn't come up with something for him for the life of me

Kinktober masterlist

🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch You were running through the trees as fast as you could, breathing heavily. The sun was setting quickly, casting a beautiful mix of amber and orange colors. No matter how much time he gave you, he was always faster and an expert at tracking. You were screwed. And strangely, you were okay with it. The only indication that Miles had started searching for you was the sound of the wind rushing through the trees. One moment, you were running, and the next, you were forcefully pushed against a nearby tree, the rough bark scratching against your front. Miles pressed himself against your back, wrapping his arms around you. You took a shaky breath. And then Miles let out a fucking growl. A deep, soul-splitting growl escaped from his chest as he held you tightly against the tree. "And where did you think you were going?" You tried to answer, but he silenced you by placing his hand over your mouth. "Shhh, Darlin’, I've got you now, don't I?" He emphasized his point by grinding against your backside, pushing your cheek against the tree bark. "You're mine now," Miles said in a low, dark voice as his hand explored your body, slipping under your shirt. "Nowhere to hide... nothing to hide..." His lips brushed against your neck, leaving bruises and marks as he leisurely played with your body however he pleased. "I could do whatever I wanted right now, couldn't I?" It was true, and the thought only made you feel hotter as Miles undid the button on your pants. Miles's lips trailed along your ear, his voice gravelly. "How about I find out how loud I can make you scream when I fuck you right here in the dirt?"

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet "Gotcha." That's the last thing you hear as Lyle tackles you hard, his big body crashing into yours. You hit the dirty ground, and without wasting a second, he rips off your pants and underwear. His cock glides against your wet folds, already slick from the thrilling chase, and a whimper escapes your lips. In one smooth move, he thrusts himself inside you, and the slight pain of the stretch is nothing compared to the incredible pleasure of him hitting that sweet spot right away. "Next time, run faster, babe," he growls.

🍬 Recom Z-dog So, you were running through the forest with Z-dog hot on your heels. It was supposed to be a training session, but you could tell it was turning into something more for her. "You think you can outrun me, babe? Don't worry, I'll catch you." And catch you she did. You couldn't help but let out a moan as she pinned you down on the forest floor and started getting handsy with your pants. Her fingers were driving you wild as they teased the sides of your thighs, right up next to your cunt. "Z, please..." you whispered, but she just looked up at you with a wicked grin. "Oh, honey. You don't get to call the shots here."

🥽 Recom Walker She's totally into playing a game of hunter and prey. It's like, when she hears your heartbeat and those cute little breaths you take while you're trying to hide among the trees, it really gets her adrenaline going. And hey, if by some miracle you manage to win, she'll let you be in charge for the night. But if you lose, well, you're at her complete mercy until you can't handle it anymore.

😎 Recom Mansk Hunting someone down is totally a guilty pleasure. The thrill of the chase just amps him up, and no matter where you hide in the forest, he's got a nose and ears that never fail to pick you up among the forest smells and sounds. He gets a bit rougher after he catches you and fucks the life outta you, but don't worry, he always checks if you're alright. And hey, if you're cool with it, he might even leave a bite or mark as a souvenir.

🧯 Recom Prager Initially, he was unaware that this was considered a kink. When Miles explained the training exercise to him and when he found out that he got to chase you, he was ecstatic. It made him all riled up, which you and your other lovers noticed. It wasn't until someone told him that he realized the nature of his desires. He definitely enjoys the thrill of chasing you, exerting effort to catch up, but always knowing he can easily capture you within a minute. The sensation of hunting his prey exhilarates him, leading to him going all out in bed like there's no tomorrow. Trust me, you won't be able to walk straight for a while after that.

⚕️ Recom Ja When he catches you, he's got this huge grin on his face. And his tail, man, it's sweeping around him like you've never seen before. He's totally in his element. He grabs your chin and plants this deep, passionate kiss on you. His teeth lightly graze your lips, giving you this tingling, stinging sensation. And then, out of nowhere, he tears your clothes apart and he innocently goes, "Oops, my bad!" Next thing you know, he pulls you onto his lap and tells you to hold onto the tree behind you. He starts trailing kisses down from your chest all the way down to your cunt. And let me tell you, he's so damn good at it that you can't help but squirm with pleasure. He's got such a tight grip on your hips, making sure you can't move much. After that, he pushes you down to the ground and starts grinding against you for a bit. And then he thrusts into you with all his might, going at it like a wild animal. He's got a firm hold on the back of your head, and you can hear him panting above you.

🧢 Recom Brown When he finally catches you, he jumps on you and rolls around for a bit before pinning you down with a huge grin on his face like he just won the lottery. "Gotcha!" he says before kissing you like you're the only thing that matters. Then he scoops you up in his arms and takes you to a private spot. As a reward for catching you, he asks you to suck his dick. He loves the way your mouth feels on him and just watching you do it is one of his favorite things. Once you've got him nice and wet, he wastes no time in fucking you hard and holding you down so he can feel every inch of you. It's pure bliss for him.

📿 Recom Lopez Before you know it, he's got you in his grasp, using sneaky moves to take you down and tie you up with a rope. He's into a little rough play, so he gives you a good spanking and enjoys the sounds you make. Once you're all tied up, he starts stripping you down, even ripping your clothes off if he has to. But don't worry, the ropes are comfy and don't hurt. He even takes the time to pleasure you a bit, telling you how hot you look all tied up. And if you make some good noises, he'll make you feel even better. Before you know it, he's going at it with wild abandon, using those ropes to hold you in place and give you the ride of your life. It's like he's barely holding on to his self-control as he takes you to new heights.

⛓️ Recom Fike Sorry, but I honestly can’t see him being into this. I’ll edit this post if I do come up with something.

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j6suke · 1 year

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my tarot cards tell me (weirdly accurately)..

how monster trio love !! (◜௰◝)

gn reader(tho reader ties up hair ig)

i had SO much fun wit this 11/10 and I died at how precise they were

im high asf rn and i was listening to bad romance while writing so take that as you will

luffy- the sun ;) AWH

what a cootie patootie

so get this;

luffy is just estatic to be there with you!

he'll make sure you never ever have a dull moment while he’s around, how could you anyway?

you thought he was already a ball of sunshine before you started dating? beautiful heart, i have news.

He just wants to make you as happy as you make him. No matter how hard it may be at times. He doesn’t mind.

even long before dating, you two just blossomed with harmony. You both resonated so beautifully.

He just adores you !!

awh cutest.

zoro - the heirophant

he had his eye on you looong before you started dating. not just romantically, but he always subconsciously protected you and watched over you in general.

It's no secrecy Zoro is a very structured, levelheaded man. This doesn’t deter in your relationship whatsoever.

He really would give the world to you, he just,, doesn’t know how to show it in a gradual manner.

And so, you have to learn to embrace him.

in translation; Give him a break pls. he’s never cared for someone quite like you. doctors orders. it’s me i’m doctor.

i believe he was attracted to you because of your equal levelheaded-ness, or, on the contrary, you’re literally the exact opposite of him.

either way, you mean absolutely everything to him, and he’d do anything to keep you happy and safe.

awh he’s so purrr

sanji!- High priestess

YES THIS IS SO YUM

Meeting you unraveled an emotional level of Sanji he didn’t think he had.

He thought he was the most romantic guy around, but then you happened. He was proven oh so wrong.

Sanji subconsciously is so drawn to you and develops a deep care. Every minute with you matters, and certainly not just for your pretty face.

It took him a while to realise it himself, despite how perceptive he is.

He didn’t understand why he cherished the time you’d spend together when you insisted on giving him a hand washing the dishes- even if everyone else had gone to bed.

He didn’t get the way he’d get butterflies watching you tie you hair up vaguely with such determination before doing even the most simplest of tasks.

He didn’t get how much peace it’d bring him just seeing you in his sight, and feeling your presence.

Who would’ve known the most romantically in-touch guy would be so unsuspecting of his own feelings.

Though as soon as he did realise what he was feeling, the fire only burnt brighter and hotter.

Your relationship with Sanji is filled with passion, trust, and intimacy of all forms.

And Sanji. Got dam. He is so giving and patient, and not to mention passionate.

stop he’s so zaddypussythrobbin wow

like i said at the start im baked as shit so if this is fucked literally ignore it pls

also first op post smash or pass

#one piece #one piece x reader #sanji x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #tarot witch #pot head #sanji imagine #sanji fluff #gn reader #one piece x y/n #i cant quit when i want i swear #monster trio x reader #lady gaga while high #op x reader #zoro fluff #luffy fluff #pot witch #okay i’m done bye

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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year

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Shang Chi x male reader fluffy smut? Idk exactly but this prompt:

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

So Shang Chi watching us across a crowded bar. Maybe we’re an old friend and Katy is like “you’ve been staring at him for almost an hour go talk to him you disaster bisexual!”

Then maybe leads to smut?

Shang-Chi x Male!reader

When Shang-Chi and Katy returned to San Francisco the first thing they did was hit up their favorite bar.

The two of them are ordering drinks when Shang-Chi sees a familiar face enter the establishment.

"Oh shit Katy you are never going to believe who just walked in," Shang-Chi mutters.

Katy eagerly looks over his shoulder to find out who he's talking about.

"Wait, is that Y/N Y/L/N? The guy you had a huge crush on in high school?" Katy snickers.

"Okay well it wasn't a huge crush," Shang-Chi says trying to defend himself.

"Dude you joined the soccer team just to hang out with him," Katy retorts, "despite being a master of kung fu you suck at sports, one time you kicked the ball into your own team's goal."

"Do I need to remind you I literally saved the world a week ago?" He scoffs.

"Which you couldn't have done without my help," Katy teases, "and if I remember correctly Y/N was the only person who wasn't pissed off at you for the semi finals incident which means he totally liked you too so you should go talk to him."

"No I can't," he says shaking his head.

"Why not? You're like a total badass now."

"Because other people can't know that I'm a total badass now," Shang-Chi replies.

"Doesn't mean you can't go finally hook up with your high school crush."

Shang-Chi sighs and watches you join a group of your friends at the pool tables, one of them handing you a beer.

Unfortunately Shang-Chi was not as confident as Katy, how embarrassing would it be if he went up to you and you didn't even remember him?

An hour passes by and Katy has happily found someone to flirt with while Shang-Chi's attention is purely on you across the crowded bar.

But eventually Katy is done watching Shang-Chi giving you heart eyes and needed him to make a move.

"Seriously dude you've been staring at him for an hour just go talk to him already you disaster bisexual," Katy says pushing her best friend in your direction.

A couple people stare at Shang-Chi and the commotion and that's when he finally catches your eye.

"Too late now bud," Katy whispers to Shang-Chi, "he saw you so now you have no choice but to talk to him."

Shang-Chi gulps and recollects himself, approaching you nervously.

"Shaun?" You ask cheerfully.

"Y/N, hey," he smiles awkwardly.

"What's it been? 10 years?" You ask, "and is that Katy with you? Nice to see you guys are still friends. What have you been up to?"

"Well Katy and I actually just got back from a trip to China," he says.

"Wow that's so cool, why don't we play a game of pool and you can tell me all about it," you say handing him a pool stick.

Shang-Chi makes up a story about him and Katy going abroad to backpack around the country for a few weeks since obviously he couldn't tell you the truth about the city of Ta Lo and the soul eaters or the giant dragon he fought.

You spend another hour talking and catching up over a couple games of pool which Shang-Chi loses every time because he's too distracted by the same smile that gave him butterflies as a teenager.

"Did you somehow get hotter since high school?" You grin, taking the final shot of the fourth game hitting the 8 ball into a corner pocket.

"You thought I was hot in high school?" Shang-Chi asks suddenly with a lump in his throat.

"Why do you think I always sat next to you on the bus to away games despite half the seats being empty?" You chuckle.

"I uh… gotta confess I sort of had a crush on you," he admits, "you were the first guy I ever had a crush on actually."

"Yeah I know," you smile.

"If you knew why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Because you weren't out yet and if we were going to happen I wanted it to be on your terms," you tell him.

"I really wish I had asked you out back then," Shang-Chi states.

"Well I live just a couple blocks from here… we can go back to my place and… keep catching up?" You suggest.

Shang's mouth goes dry and all he can do is nod dumbfoundedly.

You say goodbye to your friends while he returns to Katy.

"Katy, holy crap I think Y/N and I are going to hook up tonight," Shang-Chi stammers.

"Hell yeah dude!" Katy says high fiving him.

"Are you okay to get home by yourself?"

"Oh no I'm not going home either I'm definitely getting some myself with that hottie over there," Katy says pointing to the person she had been flirting with all night, "now go make your teenage dreams come true."

"Okay okay I'm going, how do I look?"

Katy laughs and unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt, "there now you're good."

Even though it's only a couple blocks it takes much longer than needed due to you and Shang-Chi stopping multiple times to makeout.

By the time you finally make it back to your apartment your lips are on his neck, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way.

"Shit Shaun you really did get hotter," you say running your hands over his defined abs, you remembered him being a lot skinnier a decade ago.

He laughs and gets rid of your own shirt as you guide him to your bedroom, articles of clothing being thrown around the hallway.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening, he had dreamt of this moment countless times when he was younger.

By the time you reach your bed all of your clothes are gone and you push a now totally naked Shang-chi onto the mattress.

You're both staring at each other, taking in the sight of one another.

"Are you just going to stand there or what?" He taunts as he comfortably positions himself against the pillows.

You grin and climb on top of him, kissing him and gripping his hardening cock in your hand.

He moans as you stroke him and juts his hips up into your touch.

"Do you want me to fuck you Shaun?" You say nipping along his jaw and up under his ear.

"Please," he groans desperately.

He already misses your touch when you remove your hand but he lets out a guttural moan when he feels you guiding your cock inside him.

"Fuck yes," Shang-Chi grunts as you push in inch by inch to let him adjust.

His eyes screw shut and his legs hook around your waist to give you a better angle as you find a steady pace.

You have one hand holding his hips in the air and the other roaming across his chest while you pick up the speed of your thrusts.

"Do you know how many times I used to jerk off thinking about this?" You grin watching Shang-Chi's abs flexing, sweat beading down his torso.

"You weren't the only one," he chuckles, grabbing his own cock and stroking himself, "I'm so close to cumming."

Hearing that you firmly hold onto his hips with both hands, pounding into him as roughly as you could, Shang-Chi's hand quickly moving until he's cumming all over his stomach.

He screams your name when he cums and hearing your name said like that takes you over the edge as well.

He cries out as you fill him to the brim, your thrusts now frantic and shaky as you two ride out your highs together.

Your orgasms subside and you ease out of him, cum dripping out of his hole.

"That was amazing," he says, a huge smile on his face.

"Was it worth the ten year wait?" You chuckle.

"So worth it," he says still trying to catch his breath.

#marvel imagine #shang-chi imagine #shang chi x reader #x male reader #fic

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cevansbaby-dove · 5 months

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Loves like the devil part 1

Warnings: Smut in the next chapter this is just a cute one.

"y/n this is our first time meeting chris freaking Evans!!" my bff Lauren said as we pay for our tickets. I smile. "yea! I can't wait!"

We look around the comic con and We get our little gifts and then it's time to head to the panel where chris evans walks out. "Wow a lot of people here..." he chuckles and Me and My bff sit down right in front.

I can't take my eyes off of him, he's very hotter in person! 🥵

Chris is asked what feels like a million questions till someone lets me and my bff ask him. "Hi Mister Evans uh..my name is y/n..oh god sorry im nervous, um my question is what is life like as an actor?" I sit down and Chris nods and says. "Well first off My sweet y/n there is no need to be nervous tell you what come give me a hug"

Everyone starts cheering as I step on stage and chris stands up hugging me and he says in my ear. "See all good princess" I smile and hug him.

We sit down and i look at my bff and she says. "wow!! what did he smell like?" I wink. "sexy" Chris answers my question and then we all go to his table for pictures and then he sees me and my bff. 'Hey cuties"

I smile. 'Uh Hey Evans" He says. "princess please call me chris" I nod. "Yes sir"

Chris signs our stuff and My bff says. "Ekkk best day ever!!" She hugs me and says. 'Thanks for letting me go with bff i love you" I smile and hug her back. "I love you too bff" i look at my notebook and see Chris left me a note by his signature.

Dear Y/n, I loved meeting you. I hope you don't mind me giving you my room number...we could get to know each better? Up to you. Here's my number if you need to reach me From Chris.

I let my jaw drop and my bff says. "What's up?" I put the note in my purse. "Nothing bff all good" I bite my lip. "bff i know your lying..come on tell me"

I sigh. "Chris gave me a note about meeting up with him.." My friend gets big eyes. "No way! ohhh a private meeting?"

I smirk. "oh come on it's not like that bff gosh get your mind out of the gutter"

"what i can't help it! he is hot isn't he? i would so do it but i'm married" i smile. "This is why I'm glad you are now stop teasing about it" I laugh.

We head out for lunch then i say goodbye to me bff, she lives half an hour from where the con is being held. I smile and she says. "beka are you crying?" I nod. "I wish we lived closer"

"Aww! bff me too" she hugs me and says. "Love you" I smile. "love you too" She heads to the airport and i text chris.

Beka; Hey Chris. What's your room number?

Chris: Hey princess, 10 is my room number, can't wait to see you 😉

I smile at his text then head to my hotel to change into something more.....hot...man i feel like a fucking slut thinking this way of chris freaking Evans...i sigh then grab my red dress.

I first put on this bra and underwear set.

This is the set and the dress is below.

I grab the gold heels and put them on and head out.

Y/n:on my way

Chris:Can't wait to see you princess. 😀

I smile at his text and head to the taxi waiting for me.

At the hotel, god i am nervous....but why? is it cus im hanging out with chris or is it cus its a dream coming true?

I knock on his door softly. he opens it and smiles. "Ohh Princess you look...wow"

I smile. "Uh....hey"

I walk into his hotel room feeling nervous. "How long are you in town for?" I turn around and Chris smiles. "just tonight" I frown. "oh" He lifts my chin to look into his eyes. "I'm glad you came princess" I smile "me too"

Ohhh i am shaking with how this is going to turn out!!

@cutedisneygrl @patzammit @armystay89 @nicoline1998enilocin @k-slla

#chris evans au #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fandom #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic #chris evans fluff #chris evans pov #chris evans rpf #chris evans series #chris evans smut #chris evans story #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x ofc #chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans x yn #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n

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absolutebl · 1 year

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This Week in BL - PAIN, all the pain you could want

except this is me, I don’t want it... whimper

Dec 2022 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My School President (Fri YT) 2 of 10 - this show is gloriously ridiculous and charming and exactly my preferred kind of BL. Tinn has NO GAME, but man do I love a whipped boy. Anything that harkens this hard to Love Sick gets my vote.

609 Bedtime Story (Fri WeTV) 3 of 11 - It is nice to see Ohm play a character with more animated facial expressions. I’m liking this show a great deal, but I am really not wild about time loops. Crazy to see Stud & Sam on screen together again. Holy Friend Zone flashbacks batman.

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) 5 of 12 - it continues to be great, I continue to worry about the fact that apparently only Taiwanese BL considers therapy a viable option for boys who actually, ya know, NEED it. WATCH ALONG HERE.

Ai Long Nhai (Mon iQIYI) 11 of 12 - More nothing is happening, but the nothing is shirtless again, so I’m good.

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 9 of 12 - Well, the sweet little BL with Gun & Golf is great. Bummer they only take up 20% of screen time. Golf’s parents are the best. That’s all I got.

I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) 4 of 12 - it’s boring, what can I say?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Viki) 10 of 12 - everything about this show is so stinking cute, even the crumbs are adorbs. So many smiley kisses! (my 2nd fav kiss, the 1st one being a crying kisses, I’m warped). Speaking of, is it just me or is the actor playing Alex 1000% hotter when he smiles? Please no Doom next week, Taiwan? Pretty please?

Oh! My Assistant (Korea Thurs Viki) 3-4 of 8 - Amusingly, I’m referring to it as OhMyAss in my notes. I do love this one, it has such a Japanese feel to it. The episode titles alone are hilarious. Plus, kisses already? Korea? What’s going on? Meanwhile, this is my favorite bisexual awakening in cinematic history. It made me incandescently happy.

Happy Ending Romance (Korea Thurs Gaga & Viki) 5-6 of 8 - Look, I can watch Leo be pensive & moody until the cows come home (and have in half of Vixx’s MVs*) but it is getting a little tiresome here. PLUS: this is a KBL they don’t have a lot of time to waste even on his level of evil beauty. I think this would have worked better as a romance if the Writer had known the Editor in (at least) a friendly way in the past/at school as well - so there was more established dynamic to their instant affection and shacking up. Apart from my qualms around the romance thread, the plot is actually pretty good. It’s very angsty and tense for something so simple, which suits this length of show. *I guess what I am saying is if Korea ever did a remake of KinnPorsche, Leo MUST play Vegas.

Choco Milk Shake (Korea Strongberry Tues YT) 10 of 11 - Pain. Argh. It was cruel to send them back, to all of us. Is there an ep 11, or is that a BTS and this was the end? In which case... in Strongberry I no longer trust. I guess we find out next week how shaken my faith is.

Eternal Yesterday AKA Eien no Kino (Japan Thurs Gaga & Viki) 8fin -Fortunately I have no faith at all in Japan, I expect pain from them. So here’s your final review of this one:

Smart boy in love with zombie incubus, keeps him alive with sex. Japan, king of thirst, gives us both that and PAIN: these 2 are drowning in yearning and loss. Careful with this one - you break it, you bought it, and it'll break you... wide open just to see what color your guts are. After watching, you too might be walking around alone, forgotten, and wondering why no one understands your loss. Not only does it not end happily, it ends hopelessly. That’s an automatic 2/10 from me. No exceptions and NOT RECOMMENDED.

Sure, it may actually be brilliant, but it hurt me and I’m mad about it.

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y (Thai Gaga) 20 eps - it’s just all too much for me.

2 Moons 3 (Thai Mon ??) 10 eps - Possibly a future binge watch. Rumor is it’s banal.

Love Bill (Vietnam Sat YT) - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising stuff going on. I’ll wait and binge.

The Star Always Follow You (Vietnam YT) - same Team RL peeps we have seen before (Sunshine, Stupid)

Till the World Ends (Thai YT) 10 eps - ?

Why You... Y Me? (Thai Weds YT) 10 eps - It's not primarily a BL, but another meta show about BL shipping, with side BLs. @heretherebedork is watching it, ask them about it.

Gossip

Here’s that rumor, by the way.

I refuse to believe it. GMMTV is simply forbidden to do pain, it’s not their brand and I’ll be very mad if they do.

In Case You Missed It

Semantic Error movie (Viki) the repackage did have some nice added footage but I wasn’t wild about some of the new scene cut choices. Still, not substantial enough changes for me to deeply lean one way or the other. I prefer the original but that might just be because that’s how I consumed it first. *shrug*

GAP the series (Sat YT) is a classic office set romance. WATCH IT! It’s GL and this studio needs our support! I’m enjoying it but not chronicling my journey. (Also, the stairs are back.)

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting December 2022:

Dec 13 - Never Let Me Go from Thailand, GMMTV’s YT, 10 eps - GMMTV’s answer to KinnPorsche this is a mafia, attack dog (whipping boy + bodyguard) suspense BL. I’m delighted to see Pond Phuwin get a crack at something that’s not FUTS. Jojo (3 Will Be Free) is directing, so we know the action parts should be decent.

Dec 15 - The Director Who Buys Me Dinner from Korea, iQIYI - A new production house employee whose director (absolutely perfect in every way except that he seems to have lost his mind) claims to have lived 3 lives and insists that they have to date if they don't want to die.

Dec 16 - Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox from Japan, Gaga, 8 eps - A stakeout throws Onoe, a reporter, together with photographer Kaburagi. Kaburagi's haphazard work style goes against Onoe's ethics. Yet, in joint pursuit of a scandal, the two move from enemies to lovers. Adapted from manga Ameiro Paradox by Natsume Isaku.

Dec 21 - The New Employee AKA The New Recruit AKA Shinib Sawo from Korea, (prob Gaga or Viki) - From WATCHA (Semantic Error) virginal Seung Hyun scores the office internship of his dreams but on his first day at work he gets into it with his cool reserved boss. As you do. Stars Moon Ji Yong (Once Again). Based on Moscareto's web novel of the same name, directed by openly gay & queer activist Kim Jho Gwang Soo (Just Friends?).

Dec 28 - H5: Love in the Future from Taiwan (prob Gaga or Viki) - A cheerful and energetic student from 2000 travels to the future (2022), works as a deliveryman, and meets his first customer, an heir with a domineering personality. Directed by Nancy Chen (HIStory 4, Papa & Daddy).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Between Us

I love him, your honor. (Ai Long Nhai)

I catching another bad case of side dish addiction syndrome (GameVee in 609 Bedtime Story)

We stan a dorky wingman with an imaginary umbrella trope. (My School Pres)

(last week)

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hi hi hello! let's get ready to royal! very excited to ask for PersonalKnight!Shanks x Gn!Afab!Reader with NSFW Kinks: Age Gap(Shanks is ~10 years older than reader), Rough Sex(Lite), Sensual sex please and thank you👑⚔💋

Hi honey!! of course!! I hope you enjoy this hot knight taking care of reader... and also wrecking her :P thank u for requesting!!! 💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒙 𝑮𝑵! 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒃! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑻𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖

tw: nsfw. oral. squirting. teasing. sensual and light hard sex. masturbating. passionate and kinda guilty. age gap 10 years. vag sex.

wc: 3.2k (more than 2k of smut)

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Reckless behaviour, that’s exactly how your family describes your way of living. And because you are royalty, you usually put yourself in more danger than you should.

After the many -failed- attempts of the Queen to stop you, she assigned her own personal Knight to take care of you. A man of her outmost trust and reliance to stop the future ruler of her land from getting into more trouble every time she is not watching over them.

And the Knight, powerful and reliable, was a man so hot like the sun itself. Mature, almost forty, might as well become your father figure. Specially since him and the Queen were close, really close.

A new day have started with you swinging your sword, training, and having fun running around the woods that surround your castle. The royal life is nothing but boring and living in a crystal world wasn’t for you at all.

With you, your now, personal Knight, taking care of you. “(Name), be careful” he calmly tells you, taking a look at how you don’t care but jump from a branch with the edge of your katana close to your face.

“Shanks!! Did my mother make you that serious? You used to be so reckless when we were younger!” you protest, crawling a taller tree. It’s not that you were childish, but it was always fun to remember those days when you were a little child and Shanks barely a redhaired eating chocolate teenager, as naughty as you.

Shanks smiles sweetly, he probably remembers those same adventures of your childhood too. “I wasn’t that serious because you mother haven’t trusted me your life yet! Do you want her to behead me?” he laughs, even though he was probably being realistic more than joking.

You hear his soft voice while looking at the immense green hills and many windmills of your land from above a rather tall tree you have managed to climb -with maybe a few scratches there and there-.

“You think you are like those knights of the fairy tales, Shanks?” you ask, mocking him, but well aware he just said he is in charge of taking care of you. You fight with your own feelings, since that feels like something you have been looking for since you were little, being taken care of. But also, feels insulting. Does he think you really need someone to take care of you? You are strong, powerful, you don’t need a man to keep you safe. After all you never needed one.

The sound of his sword and many garments around his body announces he is indeed looking up at you from under the tree. His red locks flowing with the cold breeze of the afternoon, intense grey eyes with which you have dream off many nights dig holes on you. The three scars that cross one of them, a fighting price to pay when defending your kingdom. A mark that made him instantly hotter.

“I don’t know which fairy tales you read, (Name). But why don’t you come down from there, if you wanna see the hills we can walk up to the lookout there” he says, acting way more mature than you know he actually is. Many times you have gotten drunk with him, and you know he is not that strict.

You sit over the branch, hitting your ass in the process but not protesting. Why is he acting the way he is? “Shanks, you bastard. You are fucking my mother, aren’t you? You wanna act like my dad or something?” you accuse him, half annoyed half hurt.

Shanks widens his eyes; his expression turns offended. “Are you kidding me, (Name)?”

“No, I’m not” you answer back, rolling your eyes, like a rebellious teenager.

He stays in silence for a moment, a moment that makes you suffer. You just -for some reason- want to know if he is in fact in a relationship with your mother. It’s making you jealous and sad.

“And what if I am, (Name)?”

You feel those words like a dagger to your heart; but why? He is only your knight, a good friend from your childhood, he… he is the man with whom you dream with, and now you dawn on how important he is for you…

“Then I’ll make your life a fucking living hel-“ you mischievously warn him, trying to sound funny but sliding with the moss that covers the log you are standing on. Of course, you begin your plan earlier because you fall down the tree.

You fall, yes. But you don’t hurt yourself. Your personal knight, Shanks, like in those fairy tales you were talking about catches and saves you. On his arms you fall, safe and sound to his embrace.

“After all I am like those knights that save their rulers’ asses” he dares to joke with you in his arms, looking at you with those blood-coloured locks of hair grazing your forehead. “Fuck you, Shanks… or should I call you daddy from then on?” you venomously spit at him, trying to be let go of his grip.

He puts you down, trying to brush your back from some mud you collected on your fall. “Leave me alon-“ you say but got cut short by his hand wrapped around your wrist. He pulls you towards him, landing over his chest. You can inhale his manly perfume, classy and sexy. The open shirt he always wears and the slightly tanned skin that contrasts with the colour of his hair.

“The fuck are you doing, Shanks?” you protest, well aware of the way your legs are now becoming weaker and how much you don’t want to walk away from his hug.

The red-haired smiles sweetly at you, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I don’t know whether you are jealous of me or your mom” he utters, always so calmly and caring. “You look like a kid, come on” he continues.

You grunt, frowning and furious. You are not jealous of your mother. You want him, only for you, only with you... “Shut the fuck up, Shanks. For real, why are you doing this? Huh?” you inquire him, this time trying -so softly, not really trying- to release from him.

“You are pouting just like when you were little, (Name). You look as if you had been stripped from candy!” Shanks jokes, moving his hands up and down your waist to tickle you. “Stop it, I’m not a kid Shanks!!! I’m an adult, what the hell you are doing with me?”

Your knight, now, changes his sweet smile to a naughty smirk. “You aren’t a child anymore? Are you sure? What are you now? An adult?” he mocks you, pushing you even closer against his body. It leaves you breathless to feel his skin grazing yours, the strong grip of his hands pressing on the small of your back.

“I’m an adult. Yes” you simply mumble, a little lost into his now serious countenance. He looks sexy, mature, yes. He looks like a dream, like the sinful apple Eve was tempted to bite from.

And you, you were exactly that same apple for him, the original sin he is willing to commit just to have a little taste from your lips…

Your eyes fixed on his, his sight with an aura that makes you lightheaded and your heart pounding almost like jumping off your chest. Your lips separate and close, as if you were trying to articulate words you can’t even think of.

You have never seen such sensual face on him, a side smirk almost imperceptible, frowning so seriously, his mouth pursed into a line that makes his lower lip to protrude even more, so juicy and tempting.

Your eyes go down to his collarbones, the way they go up and down to accompany his chest’s motions. He is as agitated as you are, showing you maybe how much he wants this or maybe how much he is struggling not to touch you. But you want it so bad.

“Sh-anks?” you ask, stuttering and realizing he is not doing anything but just staring at you like a drooling beast ready to attack. “I wanna fuck you so hard, (Name)” he grunts, clenching his fists against the tree and the muscles of his jaw. You blink several times, he wants to… he really wants it.

You ponder the idea of saying no, just for a second, if he is with your mother then you shouldn’t be doing this… but how could you say no to the man you have been wanting for so long? “Then fuck me. Fuck me hard” you moan, desperate, biting your lips and feeling so tiny under his topping frame.

“Not here” he says, snatching you up and walking back to his horse. Red Force, that’s how it is called, he sits you over his back and then he sits behind you. One arm around your waist the other on the reins. Riding the animal, the red haired’s chest hits your back, and you can feel how he pants. Shanks carves his fingers on your belly, and the bumps of the road make your throbbing core even more wet. Where is he taking you? You don’t know, but you are thankful for the wind on your cheeks to help you cool them down.

His hand goes from your belly to your neck, pressing your carotids with a firm and sensual grip. Your head ends up over his shoulder, and as Shanks hits the sides of the horse with his heels to make it run even faster, he moans in your ear the things he wanna do to you. He wants you to get ready for him, because he is determined to show you how much he wants you. You, and only you.

“I swore to your mother to take care of you but now I only wanna ruin you”

You shiver under his touch; you can’t even say anything but to nod in complete agreement to such statement of pure carnal intentions.

Soon you get to the little side house next to the castle. There, where the knights live and have their own special place to train and prepare to defend the royals. Red Force stops and he jumps off it. Following him, he puts you on the ground with a simple swing. Rather calloused thumb plays with your lower lip, until it gets inside your mouth. He plays with your wet tongue and gets even harder to see your young drunk in love expression.

“I swear I’d fuck you right here, outside, so everyone can see us…” he says, coming closer to your face. “Then do it” you dare him, owning an eyeroll from him. “Come here, little brave one” he utters, snatching you by your arm, dragging you to the door of his house. Door he kicks open so you can enter.

As the door finally closes, and the sun outside it’s slowly hiding behind the horizon you are barely ablaze by orangey tones that filter through tiny windows. Shanks takes a last look at your state before he pounces into you to finally degenerate you. Lips meeting in an aggressive dance of tongues and moany symphonies. Panting to finally being able to make your bodies acquaintance.

Slowly walking backwards, your shins hit the border of his humble bed. You fall back with your ass over it, feeling like a little victim now under Shanks towering height. His smirk tells you what’s next, your hands reach out for his hips pulling him closer. You can’t stop yourself from acting driven by pure lust.

“Hungry…” he mumbles, caressing your head as your fingers skilfully work to untie the layers of clothes that held his pants on. Gryphon, his sword, rests next to you as you kiss his hipbones, slowly, softly, tasting his skin with the tip of your tongue. Muscles perfectly marked, not too big, but definitely lean and well trained.

What a dream to follow the little red happy trail from his navel, down, down to pure sin. Your tongue traces circles on the base of his hard, slightly fair shaft. Fingers surrounding his length that go up and down as they get lubricated by your saliva and his dripping precum.

“God, (Name)” he grunts when your lips barely graze his overly sensitive tip, determined to make him squirm you go slow until his whole length is inside your mouth. Inside and touching your throat. Little gags make his lower belly spasms, and for him to pull from your hair up. “Look at me” he commands, in between pants and tiny manly whimpers.

Teary eyes fix on his intense grey ones, his hips move as you do with your head. Fucking your mouth, he sometimes throws his head back, exposing and tensing the muscles of his perfectly defined jaw. “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum in your mouth (Name)” he protests and pulls his dick out of your wet cave.

You lick the side of your lips off salty rests of his arousal products with a smirk on your face. A smirk that shows how needy, how perverse your intentions are, how much you want him, the man that has been taking care of you for so long to finally use your body.

“That smirk, little whore of mine…” he whispers in awe, absolutely amazed and still trembling for being on the verge of coming. Such a man like him doesn’t normally cum so easily, but you apparently were his long-awaited dream.

Shanks pushes you from your shoulder to the bed. You fall back, receiving this man as he tops you and kisses you so unhurriedly. One of his hands squeeze your breast, finding after the hard nipple underneath your clothes. He pinches it and swallows your whine right from your mouth.

“You like this?” he asks, pinching even harder. His fingers, the graze of your clothes, his voice and his scent is driving you crazy. “Y-yes…” you moan, nodding with your lips barely touching his. He beams, and you beam too as he then proceeds to rip your clothes off. He doesn’t care about anything but to have you completely naked for him to enjoy, to taste, to bite, to devour.

You are completely divested from any coverings. And he does too, quickly throwing his white shirt to the other side of the room, he pounces back onto you. His clean-cut beard tingles your skin that gets all bumpy, the warm breath over your flesh, the wetness feeling of his tongue tracing circles on your nipples, his hard dick pressed against your inner thigh as he tastes your body.

Nibbling and sucking breasts, and fingers also separating your sex, you slowly feel your core completely pooled with the dampness of your arousal fluids. Fluids that form strings in between his digits, fluids he also lick off them from time to time while fixing his intense gaze on yours raptured one.

“I want more” he whispers, now kneeling on the bed and pulling your hips towards him. Your legs rest over his shoulders now, his hand pressing on your belly, his tongue penetrating your entrance. In and out, and then up and down. Sucking your clit and labia, like the good professional he is, because of course he is… such mature man surely is full of experience, and lord he shows it.

You begin to tremble, spasming, arching your back, clenching on the sheets underneath you. “Come in my mouth, I wanna drink all of it” he says, pressing harder your belly down and burying his own face on your sex. You moan, repeating his name on and on until the building pressure on your lower stomach finally gets released. Shanks does not waste a single drop of your squirting and explosive climax, delighted as if he was drinking a precious magical calyx of the eternal youth.

He lets you rest as he flops into bed, with a still hard dick and his whole masculinity showing off. His hands behind his head and eyes closed with a pleased smirk. “Bet you wanna rest, go ahead” he says, acting all cocky.

“It wasn’t me who stopped me because was about to cum” you tell him, crawling on top of him and straddling your hips on top of his lap. Wetness against hardness, insatiable you doesn’t want to rest, only wants to be wrecked by him.

He opens his eyes, defiance in his eyes, a demon inside his pupils. “You think I can’t fuck you as many times as I want? Hm?” he asks you, feeling perhaps a little ashamed of your sudden outburst of confidence. “Then show it to me, dear Knight” you utter, biting your lip and squeezing your breasts together.

Of course, he won’t let you lead the way, and soon your positions change. He throws you against the bed and turns you around. Shank’s lifts your ass up but presses your head against the mattress. “Good, lift that ass for me” he orders, passing one of his hands from your belly to you clit and guiding his dick to your sex with the other.

He penetrates you, but not instantly deeply. He rather plays with just the tip in and out, making your legs become weaker and you desperate to feel him finally pound all the way in. “Fuck!” you scream, enjoying and suffering at the same time. “Cute little thing, always so ill-mannered!” he laughs, mixing his precum with your prurient slippery abundance.

“I’m not ill-ma-“ you want to object, but it’s too late to even try to speak because he has already impaled you, suddenly, violently, and quickly. “So tight, so fucking tight” he rejoices on your clenching walls adapting to his venous wideness. One, two, three, infinite thrusts combined with your sweats mixed as his chest now lays on your back.

“You know how many times I dreamed with fucking you like this?” he whispers in your ear, panting and grunting. “Do you know how many times I wanted to bury myself inside you? Just you, and nobody else but you?” he says, biting your ear. “Do you know how much I waited for this? Now I can do it, I can fuck you all night, all day, all the time” he moans, now absolutely raptured by the way your moaning fills the ambience around him and the scent of sex floods the room.

The way he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, the way his dick pumps in and out of you, the way he confesses how much he waited to fuck you…

“Fuck, Shanks!!” you moan, coming with the side of your lips pressed on his from behind. “Fuck, (Name)” he whines as he also does, sweat drops on his temples, throbbing sex filling you up until it’s even impossible for your womb to hold it inside…

As both of you rest after such intense sexual release, and your head lays on his chest, you simply couldn’t help it but ask him… “Are you really fucking my mother?”

“You fucking idiot, of course not!” he says, laughing and kissing the tip of your nose 💖~

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thekaykery · 6 months

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pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 581

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, oral(f), implied aftercare

notes: this was requested by a follower! i hope you like it ❤️

Sometimes, during those long, lonely nights, you wonder what his tongue feels like.

It'll obviously be heaven, hot and wet against your soaked core, tasting you, devouring you whole, your poor clit subjected to his endless teasing and licking. It'll be utter bliss when he fucks you with it, stroking your walls with his tongue, delightfully slurping your juices straight from the source. He'll torture you with it until you cum on his tongue with a cry.

You guess that's why you asked him. Taehyung, your best friend. He is the source of your naughty fantasies after all.

He initially gaped at you, like he misheard you, which caused you to blush and become embarrassed, but did he deny you? No, he didn't. After a thorough talk about consent and what will happen to your friendship, Taehyung grants your wish.

That's how you ended up how you are: Your thighs spread wide, bare pussy exposed to the chilly air of Taehyung's apartment with his face in it. He exceeds your expectations. Of course he does because it's Kim Taehyung. He blows your mind no matter what, so are you surprised by his skill in the art of oral?

No. Not one bit.

You watch him with wide eyes as Taehyung drags his tongue over your folds, his breath hot, his hands keeping your legs apart. A little whimper escapes you when he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling on it, his tongue occasionally darting out to collect the juices leaking out of you. He hums against you, and you tremble, face growing hotter while your eyes roll in bliss.

"T-Tae," you croak, managing to focus on him again, gasping when Taehyung wags his head back and forth. "Oh fuck…"

"Feel good?" Taehyung softly asks you, his eyes darting up to your face, and they sparkle with satisfaction and how utterly wrecked you look. "Hm? Does this pussy feel good?"

"Y-Yes!" you mewl, back arching at his finger prodding at your entrance.

Fuck, his fingers too!? You don't think you'll survive this.

"Good," he purrs, sliding one of his long fingers inside you, steadily pumping it in and out of you in time with his tongue. "I'd be sad if you said no."

With every brush of his digit along your walls and every suckle and lap from his tongue, your end creeps closer and closer. Your noises grow higher in pitch and volume, starting to squirm more often in your spot on the couch. Realizing the signs, Taehyung pumps his finger faster, swipes his tongue more furtively over your clit.

"T-Tae!" you cry out, tangling a hand in his hair.

Taehyung merely hums in reply, watching you with those dark eyes, coaxing your orgasm even more. More, just a little more, then–

"Ah!"

You screech, hips bucking and body thrashing as your high crashes into you. You whine and moan through your orgasm, clutching Taehyung's hair like it's your last lifeline. Your vision grows fuzzy, your ears ring. Taehyung continues humming between your legs, diligently guiding you through your end until you finally calm down.

"Wow…" you whisper, staring up at the ceiling, chest heaving from lack of breath.

"Was that okay?" Taehyung appears in your line of sight, expression written with concern, but his shiny lips and chin make you blush. "Y/N?"

"Yeah," you murmur, nodding. "Yeah…"

You hear him chuckle as he lifts your limp body into his arms. "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up."

#kvanity #bts #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts v #v #kim taehyung angst #kim taehyung fluff #kim taehyung smut #kim taehyung

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throughtrialbyfire · 5 months

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𝑾𝑰𝑷 𝑾𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚 ♥

oh man, it's that time of the week again!! i've been busy irl with the semester coming to an end, but i always look forward to wednesday around here!

tagged by the lovely @thequeenofthewinter , thank you so much!! <33

tagging @dirty-bosmer @totally-not-deacon @viss-and-pinegar @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @orfeoarte @thana-topsy @archangelsunited @rainpebble3 @boethiahspillowbook @gilgamish @umbracirrus and you!! and there's no pressure to participate, no worries!!

this week i'm sharing some long snippets from 2 different wips - "Kill the Creature, Shed the Blood", my fic centering Dragonborn!Frothar and taking place 10-ish years after the dragon crisis began, and a snippet from the rough draft of chaper 28 of "Cycle of the Serpent" in which athenath is going into meridia's temple to get rid of the necromancer, malkoran! hope you enjoy <3

Kill the Creature, Shed the Blood

He'd heard of dragon lairs distantly, and in every story, he hoped they were exaggerating. The grass crunched under his feet as he approached the stone outcropping among the mountains. This dragon must breathe fire, he surmised. The ground, once rich with soil and plant life, cracked beneath his boots. The plants, as he'd gotten closer to the beast, appeared so sullen and dead that he'd wondered if this spot in Whiterun got any rain at all. His gaze darted around at the once-thriving soil, the dirt, the clay, all of it splitting and dusty and strange under his feet. Then, he finally allowed his gaze to land on the dragon. Sleeping atop a wall inscribed with strange markings, he could see the scales, the glinting of red, the horrible shape of it. The beast laid atop the stone like a cat on a fence, it's scaley figure breathing in slow noises. Each breath puffed out small embers and trails of smoke, rising to the sky and dissipating into the air above. Frothar tightened his armor, securing himself as well as he could. He unsheathed his blade. What was his plan, exactly?

He wanted to kill it. The thing had been terrorizing locals. This was his duty. As the oldest son of Jarl Balgruuf, he should be keeping his people safe, right? Surely this was how things went. This was his duty. But how to approach, how to take it down? Did he even have a real plan, or was this all folly? Frothar swallowed the ball of anxiety lodged firmly in his throat. He watched as the creature slumbered. He wondered if it would have been smarter to grab a bow and some arrows rather than risk it with a sword, but-

He didn't have time to think. The eyes of the creature, hearing a twig snap from a far-off deer - damned deer - thrilled open. The pupils, like slits, widened at the sight and then shrank into long, black lines. Frothar's own gaze went wide as he dashed behind a large stone, missing his death by mere inches as the beast spat fire in a way that sounded like screaming. He covered his ears, the heat searing through the rock, hotter than any summer's sun he'd ever known. He waited. The moment the dragon rose to the skies, he sprinted to another rock, watching as it flung another breath of fire at him, and ducked down low. Gods, what had he been thinking? He'd really been this stupid to march up the side of a mountain to fight a dragon wholly unprepared! He'd done this all for what? And now he was going to die here, he would die on this hill and it wouldn't be for anything or for anyone, just his own selfish fucking- The dragon landed, the ground shivering with the impact. The whole earth repulsed at the feeling of it's existence, the land quaking as the dragon tread one foot in front of the other, wings lightly rising, then lowering, sending waves of dry-sucking heat out around it. "You seek your death, little one?"

The words thrummed through Frothar's chest. Like hearing the sun speak, like feeling every lick of flames against his face. It burned from the inside out, the sound, the way they rattled through him. The words themselves burrowed into his lungs, and he clutched his sword tighter, his own throat closed in fear. Sweat poured out of him, drenching the back of his tunic, his blood racing in his ears so loud he could hardly hear, but the words… He could understand them. It was in no language he'd ever known, a language he would never be able to fully articulate, but it was not with his ears or mind he understood, but something far older. His heart raced, slamming against his sternum, breaths barely having enough time to lodge in his lungs before being pushed out of him again. "Do you come to die? Perhaps your bones will nourish me, child." Frothar knit his brow. His father. He thought of him. He thought of Jarl Balgruuf and how, no matter how many times Frothar proved himself again and again, his father would not let him out of his grasp. Whiterun needed a leader when Balgruuf was gone. It fell on the eldest's shoulders. It fell on his shoulders. It was his duty. Whiterun needed a capable leader, a good leader, a brave leader. He would not die a coward. At the least, he'd go down and he'd do it swinging.

Cycle of the Serpent, Chapter 28

A foul air pitched low through the corridors, thick in the winding depths of the temple. Moss overpowered the stones, shrouded in its blinding dark. The stench of decay wafted through the Altmer's senses. Athenath pressed their sleeve to his nose, forcing himself not to gag at the odor. Meaty and slithering, sweet like overripe fruit trampled under the foot of a count's horses. He stepped forward, flinching as the noises of battle shredded the once-quiet air above them, using their sword to break apart spiderwebs that threaded through the temple's corners and crevices. The hair on the back of their neck prickled, skin bumping, spine aching with the all-too-familiar dread that sent a shiver down the column. The lit braziers up ahead offered both peace and terror. A presence had been here. The dark, then, seemed safer than the figure they knew lurked deeper in the temple. Still, he pushed one foot ahead of the other along the well-worn stones, creeping low as to not draw the attention of whoever - or whatever - had contaminated the temple of Meridia. A burning ache at the back of his throat caught them as they continued forward, caution in every shallow breath they nearly feared to breathe. Guilt should be for later, he told himself, but it threatened them now in here, the guilt of aiding a Daedric Prince. Was what the Vigilants said true? Was this doing the bidding of something that would merely toss them aside when through? It's not like he had a choice. They hadn't seen the light, the Lady of Infinite Energies, the way she hovered as a bright and shining beacon in the skies above Solitude. And Athenath, unfortunately, had. Still, it did little to stop his hand from clutching the amulet of Mara beneath his clothes.

[....] He lowered himself once again, creeping towards it, and picked the lock with ease. For a moment, they were glad that Emeros and Wyndrelis were above, fighting off the Vigilants. It saved him the embarrassment of the other two pointing out the door to the half-distracted Altmer. Then, shame filled his face with red, as he wrapped a hand around the lever. He shouldn't rejoice their absence right now. They were up there, fighting off the Vigilants so that Athenath had a chance to investigate the temple, as they all wanted to. Who knew how the battle above was going? Who could say if his friends were dead or alive? Athenath stifled the thought, smothered it deep until it choked out. There was nothing saying that his friends weren't alive and waiting for him. They had to have hope.

[....]

The further Athenath went, the more they clung to this idea. Sometimes, a moment of idle collection of breath and thought, they clutched the amulet hanging out of the collar of his shirt. They wondered if Mara had sent them to Skyrim for a reason. Surely, her devotee would find a place to spread her compassion and her love in all its forms, in this land claimed by war and its aftermath? Maybe it was no mistake Athenath would be attending the Bard's College, after all. Training with them, then going off into the world, maybe this was exactly where they were meant to be. Even though pain soared through their body from various injuries, even when hope dimmed when he drank the last of his healing potions, they pushed onward into the temple. Meridia had asked it of them. Mara was commanding them. Mother Mara, lady of compassion, of love, of family, the lady Athenath looked to when the world crumbled and the stars burned out and the sun breathed its last. The lady who forgave him, who gave them a new life, unwasted here. This was an extension of Mara's compassion. It had to be.

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