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sttoru · 9 months

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

⟣ sypnosis. you had been in your first ever relationship with suguru for a couple months now. neither of you have taken your relationship to the next level; suguru was extremely patient and never brought the topic of sex up until you one day decide you were ready.

⟣ note. first fic for my event :3 i spent way too much time on this fic so it turned out very detailed, long, romantic and fluffy. i hope you all enjoy and appreciate it teehee. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk ! wc: around 6.1k

⟣ tags. soft dom!geto suguru x virgin!female reader. fluff + smut. slow burn. age gap (reader 20-ish, suguru around 29/30), little talks about insecurity, loss of virginity, breast play, edging, teasing, fingering, lots of praise, dirty talk, size difference!, p in v — unprotected (dont b like reader and use protection please), creampie, aftercare, suguru’s really romantic and just a softie for u, suguru being a good ‘dad’ to mimiko and nanako and teeny tiny bits of him secretly being a pervert.

never in a million years had suguru expected his girlfriend to be so upfront about such a big, personal decision. the thought of having you say those words had never crossed his mind.

“can you repeat that for me, sweetheart?”

could you blame him for asking you to clarify the words you’ve uttered? that man has seen you as an oblivious and innocent woman ever since the start of your relationship. of course, unbeknownst to him, your thoughts were anything but that.

you may be a virgin, but your mind was a place for the most lewd and nasty thoughts. it’s just that you’ve been scared of being intimate with a man—it’s frightening, especially when having heard the many online stories about how badly it could hurt. some say that such descriptions were over exaggerating, however your inexperience still lead you to believe everything you’ve read about the topic.

and then you started dating an older man named suguru. you’ve met him by chance at a mall in kyoto and he was the first one who approached the other. you remember how suguru politely asked you for some advice regarding what type of presents he should get for ‘two teenage girls’. of course, you agreed to helping him out and that’s how you two eventually ended up brainstorming about possible ideas in a cozy café.

once seated, chosen drinks in both your hands, you asked the man whether the gifts were meant for his daughters. somehow, that’s the first connection the neurones in your brain had made once suguru told you about the two teenagers he was picking out presents for.

you remember it vividly; the sweet, gentle sound of the laughter that accounted as your answer, the eyes of the then stranger looking rather nostalgic as they stared into the liquid in his cup. suguru responded vaguely; “i guess you could say that, yes.”

that little ‘date’—if you could call it that—ended on a wholesome note. suguru thanked you for your time and made sure that you safely got into the train you needed to take home. he did want to offer you a car ride, however he kept that question to himself since he knew that no woman would voluntarily agree to be taken home by a stranger. even if suguru had the purest of intentions.

there were a couple more dates that followed after that one; all where you both gradually got to know each other better. you’ve found out so much about suguru—the details about his own life being both fascinating and sad at the same time. likewise, suguru had also learned much about you. he always shows great interest in what you tell him, even if it’s a minuscule detail. he remembers it all as well—a feature which caused you to feel funny things in your stomach.

you realised you were catching feelings for that mysterious yet sweet and loving man; it was inevitable. the way he makes you giggle, his respectful and easygoing manner of speaking, the slight touches you two shared on accident.. all of it added to your little crush.

however, you didn’t actually think suguru was falling for you too. you only met up for a few times, plus, you seem out of his league—both due to your age gap and difference in the things you’re pursuing at the time. you were in college, trying to get your degree whilst he already had a job as a powerful leader of an organisation and was trying to achieve one of many goals with them.

there’s not a chance he’d like you, right?

wrong. you were confessed to a couple weeks after your first meeting and have been in a relationship for over 4 months now. it still felt like a dream; having your first boyfriend be such a gentleman. it truly felt like you already met the love of your life whenever he was near.

suguru’s been nothing but sweet and caring to you, has never asked you to engage in any sexual activities nor even ever dared to touch you in places you haven’t consented to. the furthest you’ve gone in terms of intimacy in those four months, were make-out sessions. just some tongue action here and there—adding sprinkles of neck kisses and hickeys.

there were times where you wanted to let things escalate, however you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to ask your lover. suguru wasn’t the person to decide your feelings for you either—if there was no verbal consent coming from your lips, he’s not going any further. even if he wanted to as well.

you were grateful that suguru was that willing to wait for you, no matter how long it might take. not only were you anxious of the possible pain the sex would bring, but it was partially due to the fact that your lover was much more experienced in that field.

what if you were lacking? what if it wasn’t satisfactory enough for him and he’d eventually leave you for it? it’s obvious that suguru wasn’t the type of man to actually do that, however you couldn’t stop the many possibilities from running free in your brain.

your change of mind was rather spontaneous; it was today when you suddenly came up with your final decision. you were staying over at suguru’s, the sun was out and he was sitting on his balcony, reading a book whilst sipping on his coffee. what caught your eye was his bare back and the muscles which were on display to you.

suguru was shirtless and the seams of light were making his skin glisten—the view making your own body hot and bothered. you bit your lip and approached your boyfriend from behind, wrapping your arms around his shoulders before kissing his neck. that skin-to-skin contact made you sure of your decision; you needed him. in more ways than one.

that’s how you ended up saying what you said. the statement left suguru baffled since you uttered it in his ear out of the blue. he couldn’t deny one thing however; the idea certainly did send a shiver of excitement down his spine.

“i said,” you repeat with a little mischievous grin, leaning in closer to your lover once he turned around to face you properly—as if searching for any hints that your words were indeed not his imagination, “i wanna lose my virginity to you.”

it wasn’t. you actually said it—the words that would take your relationship a step further. although, suguru couldn’t help but wonder where your sudden decision came from. his hands found their way to yours and he held onto them like they were two delicate flowers.

“i’m happy to hear that, though i’m curious,” your lover starts off carefully as he places chaste yet soft kisses on your palms, “why so sudden?”

you shrug nonchalantly like you didn’t feel that twinge of nervousness in the back of your mind as you felt suguru’s lips on your skin. ‘it really was happening now, was it?’—that kind of feeling was the cause of your subtle anxiousness.

“well, ehh— you just looked good.. sitting there.. i guess.” you mumble, voice trailing off in embarrassment whilst your eyes darted around the balcony in attempt to avoid suguru’s gaze. your flustered expression and adorable confession makes him laugh gently. it was not a mocking laugh at all—more of an amused one;

“just when i thought you couldn’t get any cuter..” the long-haired man muses, the locks of his bangs grazing ever so slightly against your hands as he keeps holding them, “you never fail to surprise me, do you know that?”

suguru had a way with words that made you weak in the knees. or maybe it’s simply because he’s shirtless and kissing your palms so romantically. you don’t know which one it was.

“but, love,” suguru continues carefully as he stands up, your eyes following his as he towers over you, “are you a hundred percent sure? i don’t want to do anything you aren’t comf—“

“yes.” your answer cut your boyfriend off and he’s left in shock once more. your eyes were filled with determination, yet the faint glint of nervousness in them didn’t escape suguru’s sight. you’ve given your verbal consent and are even the first one to suggest the idea— what more could he ask of you?

there hung a silence between you two, the breeze blowing through suguru’s dark locks making him look even more majestic than he already was. you had no doubt about it; today was going to be the day. it had to be.

“then, if you’d let me have this,” his low voice sounded more sensual than it had ever been as his hand found its place on your cheek, fingertips rubbing against your ear, thumb softly pressing onto your skin—

a slow and romantic kiss followed straight afterwards. it had caught you slightly off guard, even when knowing fully well that this was what you were longing for.

his lips moved in tandem against yours, the soft touch making you feel certain emotions that you hadn’t even thought existed. this man whom you called your lover had never been unable to expose you to new sensations. and soon, he’ll grant you another one. a much pleasurable one.

one arm circled your waist, the other held up, hand on the back of your head to deepen the passion-filled kiss you shared. his lips parted your lightly trembling ones, the tips of your tongues attentively rubbing against one another as if to test the waters; was it fine to go further? are we actually doing this?

you were. it was set in stone as your throat formed soft noises of satisfaction, shaky breaths being exchanged by the two lovers on the balcony—not one of you realising that the weather was changing in the background. the sun was setting, creating the perfect mood for the situation as you were still engrossed by each other’s moves and touches.

it was only for the sake of catching your breath that you had pulled away. your cheeks felt hot, as did your entire body which was still pressed against suguru’s—chest to chest. the proximity was one you both had enjoyed many moments before, however this instant was unlike any other. you both knew as you stared at each other in silence, your quick breaths doing the talking instead.

“will you let me..” the voice of which you have grown to adore spoke to you, the owner grasping your attention once more by holding onto your hand. suguru’s fingers smoothly slid across your skin until they found the puzzle they were meant to complete—that being the gaps between your own fingers. once your hands were tightly intertwined, the man finishes his sentence;

“will you let me love you?”

his face was still close to yours as he uttered those beautiful words to you, warm breath lightly fanning the thin strands of hair on your cheeks to the side, lips subconsciously trying to brush against yours once more. but, they could wait. they could wait until the agreement leaves your mouth.

“of course.” the answer escapes before you could even register it properly. this makes suguru smile against your lips as he captured them in another sweet kiss. he muttered a small ‘thank you’ and then swept your legs off the floor—strong arms placed under your thighs to hold you up against his body whilst the hungry kisses continue.

suguru doesn’t know how he got there; carrying you over to his bed, settling you down onto the soft mattress, his body caging yours underneath him, eyes fluttering over every detail of your exposed skin. he hadn’t had you like this ever before; he hadn’t had you in his bed for a reason as sinful as this, only ever for cuddles or sleep.

“you’re beautiful.” the dark-haired man whispers as he carefully takes off the clothing covering your figure—the gorgeous skin his hands still have yet to explore. suguru can’t remember the last time he has treated anyone like this; like a treasure he’s had the honour to find and keep to himself. there hasn’t been a single woman in his life that he’s cared for this much—you’re the only one capable of mellowing him and his heart.

“stunning,” another compliment; another breath spent to praise you. your lover’s fingers teased the edges of your bra, lips kissing down your collarbone and towards the centre of your chest—each touch being done with precision. your bra became undone a second later and you let the straps fall of your arms, all the way until your breasts were fully revealed.

suguru’s breath hitches, mouth forming more saliva than in any previous instants, the liquid being pushed down his throat with a gulp. you didn’t have the chance to feel conscious of yourself in a moment like this; the dim light of the bedside lamp shone on suguru’s face, his lips glistening with a mixture of your saliva whilst his gaze was lingering on the new sight in front of him—he was utterly obsessed.

“may i?” his hands were already reaching out for the plump flesh and they came in touch once you nodded shyly. his palms were warm as they kneaded your breasts and his fingers brushed against your nipples, which made you whimper from how sensitive they were now that someone else has finally touched them.

suguru took notice of your reaction and put pressure on both small buds once again, thumbs rubbing your areolas in circular motions, “that good, princess?”

“mhmm— y-yes,” you mutter through a moan. your body was pushed further onto the mattress as your lover put more of his weight on you, your entire chest area getting covered by licks and kisses, slow and deliberate ones that left you yearning for more. suguru’s eyes gazed up at yours for consent once his parted lips hovered just above your sensitive nipples, his breath on them alone making you squirm already.

with another nod, suguru wasted no time taking one nipple into his warm mouth—wetting it with his saliva as his tongue slid around the area. his long fingers squeezed, twisted and pulled on your other nipple to give you both stimulations at once.

“mm, so good.” his muffled voice caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. suguru slowly lets his lips travel across your tits, sucking on them, even kissing down the curves until he reaches your torso. he gives that area the same amount of love and attention whilst your fingers were tangled around his smooth, long hair. suguru clearly seemed to enjoy the sensations; he let out small moans and hums against your bare skin to indicate that you should continue playing and tugging at his locks.

his tongue abruptly came to a stop right above the waistline of your panties—the barrier he was about to reach past for the first time. the hesitation was visible in his body language, however his fingers eventually tugged at the fabric, preparing to take it off.

your heart was beating out of your chest as you watched suguru slowly pull the last piece of cloth away. your thighs pressed together on instinct, stopping your panties from exposing your bare cunt.

“should i stop?” suguru asks with a raised eyebrow, fingers pulling away from your underwear now that he’s seen you close your legs. you didn’t want him to stop—it’s just the nerves that made your body move on its own command;

“please— no,” you shake your head, biting your lip as you swallowed your own saliva out of pure desire. you craved him now that it’s come this far, “need you. need you so bad, suguru.”

those words caused suguru’s brain to shut down. any irrelevant thoughts were thrown out of the window; the only thing his mind was telling him to do, was to take care of your needs. your body was laid out on his bed—trusting eyes looking up at his in anticipation, pretty hands grasping onto his sheets like it’d calm you down.

“i’m all yours, sweetheart.” suguru sighs, fingertips slightly shaking as he pulls your panties down to your ankles, eyes pausing on the revelation. to say that suguru was simply rendered speechless, was an understatement. that man was on the verge of letting loose of any self-control and just dive his face right between your thighs, eating you out like he’s fantasised of doing for a while now.

“fuck.” your boyfriend closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself before opening them to smile down at you—the handsome smile that was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him, “i’ll be careful. i promise.”

naturally, you nodded along. you’ve built up enough trust between one another during the past few months to let yourself be vulnerable in front of him. the palm of his hands patted your thighs slightly before spreading them apart, once again showing your glistening folds, a slight wetness to them from your own arousal.

suguru couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight. he’d already have devoured your dripping cunt if it wasn’t for his self-control. but, it was your first time. he couldn’t rush into things just yet.

“thank you, baby.” the dark-haired man whispered under his breath. he was showing his gratitude for the sight you allowed him to see—a sight only he had ever seen before. the only man to be able to witness the beauty before him. that fact alone made his eyes darken in lust ever so slightly.

his fingers carefully slid across your vulva, your bodily fluid coating the skin which makes him shiver and his fingers get bolder. the cute sounds that filled his ears were only making this even better for him.

the way your hips bucked up slightly into his touch—just asking for suguru to take you right then and there—was driving him insane. every vein in his body felt like it could pop with how much he was restraining his own self from acting out of line. his finger easily slid into the little hole and suguru almost couldn’t believe it; your pussy was clamping down on his finger, your insides tightly wrapped around him to the point that even he wouldn’t know if his dick would fit in.

“hnnngh, suguru, please— wan’ your cock already,” that dirty sounding sentence was one he didn’t expect to hear from a virgin. it made him shake his head with a small, delighted chuckle; you really never failed to surprise him.

“i know you do,” suguru purrs, pressing kisses against the curves of your tits whilst another finger of his joined to stretch your pussy out properly, “but i need to prep you enough if you wanna take my cock. can you be patient for me, sweetheart?”

“m’kay. gonna try..” his fingers pumped in and out of you, the feeling of them curling up deep inside you made your walls squeeze against them. you’ve played with yourself before, of course, however it was then that you discovered that nothing could ever compare to the real thing: suguru’s long and slightly girthy fingers.

just when you thought that it couldn’t get any better, you felt a third finger—not inside you--but on your clit, rubbing the small bundle of nerves like you could’ve never done to yourself. suguru was so precise and exact with his actions which showed his experience. that’s another reason of why you’ve put all your trust in him. getting your virginity taken by a sweet, older and experienced man was probably ten times better than losing it to any guy your age, who were probably only out for sex.

suguru was there to make love to you.

your back arched once you felt suguru’s fingers increase their pace, the wet and squelchy sounds echoing through the room as they got louder the more your pussy got played with, his thumb almost overstimulating your clit to the point of release already—that’s how superb your lover’s hand movements were.

“no, no. can’t have you cum on my fingers like that.” you whine once you felt suguru take his fingers back the same moment you were about to reach your first orgasm by someone else’s hands. the older man smirks at this and kisses you on the lips, pulling away slowly with your bottom lip between his teeth, letting it lightly flop back into place as he lets go; “i wanna have you cum together with me, okay?”

you couldn’t refuse such a romantic request, thus you nod. suguru smiles back at you once more before his hands move to take off his sweatpants, tossing the piece of clothing to the side. your eyes widened as you were propped on your elbows, gaze lingering on the massive bulge formed at the crotch area, his boxers not hiding much of the shape.

once the underwear was off as well—that’s when you realised that your underlying anxiousness was not for nothing. suguru’s cock sprung free, it was slightly curved near his pink tip, drops of pre-cum flowing down the length. you haven’t ever seen a dick in real life, only ever on the internet, so this had left you stunned. you didn’t know what the average size was for a man, but there’s one thing you knew for sure: suguru was definitely way above the average size.

“cat got your tongue, princess?” he teased, his hand absentmindedly pumping his cock to the sight of your naked body underneath him. suguru didn’t even know that he started doing that in front of you; it was out of pure instinct. he couldn’t hide the excitement in his body, his shaft twitching in his hand as if it desperately wanted to feel your tight cunt around it.

“uhm, s-suguru..” you stammer a bit, biting your lip as your eyes followed his hand motions which got faster once your sweet voice called out to him. something about you looking a tad bit intimidated by his size made him want to destroy your insides to mush—have you beg him to fuck you as he bullies his whole length into your poor, small cunt.

“i know, i know..” suguru reassures you, free hand giving you a few consoling head pats, “i’ll try to make it as less painful as possible, okay?”

you hum and watch how your lover settles between your legs, spreading them enough to kneel before you, upper body bending forward to place soft pecks on your forehead; he was encouraging and preparing you more in his own way.

your arms instantly wrapped around his back, sweaty palms set underneath his shoulder blades—you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, just waiting on that moment. that feeling you’ve been craving, yet also have been avoiding.

you waited for a bit, however the only sounds heard and sensations felt were the slight dent in the mattress near one side of your body, the bed creaking faintly. suguru was leaning on side of his body, one arm stretched out to open a drawer, apparently searching for a condom.

once you realised what he was doing, you shook your head and tapped his back twice to regain suguru’s attention. his gaze immediately flickered over to yours and his head tilted to the side in curiosity; “i want the full experience—no condom, please.”

his eyes widened at the request. you seemed to be dead serious, eyes glinting determinedly, lips forming a little pout— it was impossible to refuse you, although suguru knew that he had to play the role of the older, more wise and experienced lover in the back of his mind.

he parted his lips to list off the reasons why you should let him use a condom, yet the words died on his tongue. you were impossible to say ‘no’ to. not when you’re looking up at him with those pretty eyes.

“whatever princess wants, princess gets.”

suguru prodded your entrance with the fat head of his cock, circling the hole and wetting it more by using a mixture of his pre-cum and your own arousal. you took another deep breath and tried your best to hold tightly onto your boyfriend, arms wrapped tightly around his back with your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck—bracing for impact.

“tell me if it hurts too much,” suguru whispers in your ear, leaving one last kiss on your temples before pushing his hips forward, folds stretching out and apart to allow his cock through and into your pussy.

did it hurt like you expected? yes. it most certainly did. maybe even worse than you were prepared for.

“fuck— nhhh, fuckfuckfuck!” you hiss whilst your nails dig into the skin of suguru’s back, probably leaving red marks because of how much you’re clinging onto him—like your life depened on it. that’s quite literally what it felt like to you; body being forced to part and make way for suguru inside you, pussy feeling like it was burning by how big of a stretch it was to fit him in—if he actually would be able to push all of his inches into your tight hole.

“sshh, shh, it’s okay, try to relax for me, yeah?” your lover comforts you the best he could, stilling his movements for a couple seconds before gently slipping his cock further into you. it pained him to see the discomfort written over your face, however you hadn’t made any clear signs of wanting this to come to a halt. in fact, you were encouraging him to continue whenever he stopped at any indication of hurt.

“i can take it.. p-promise,” you manage to moan out. suguru breathed in deeply at your words and nodded, kissing your lips in hopes to distract you from any pain you’re feeling, “you’re too good to me, sweetheart. really.”

both of you exhaled deeply as suguru finally bottomed out, a long minute of reassurance and pushing now behind your back. your eyes had watered up a little, chest heaving as you tried to accommodate to the new feeling inside of you.

“take your time.” suguru utters gently, voice sultry and sweet whenever its directed at you. his lips graze against your cheeks, smothering the area with pecks to take your mind off anything else. the locks of black hair tickle your chin and nose, the hairtie that usually kept a good chunk of his hair in a bun now out of sight.

suguru hadn’t taken anyone’s virginity before and that’s what also made this opportunity special to him. he didn’t know how to thank you with words, so he showed his gratitude throughout his actions; lips kissing your shiny tears away, moving across your face to your forehead and eventually to your own round lips which had formed a cute pout.

you could feel suguru smile against your mouth, his tongue gently tracing the outline of your lips whilst mumbling words of affection and praise; “you’re taking it so well, baby. such a good girl for me— love you so much.”

you giggled lightly at your lover’s appreciative remarks, focusing on returning the kiss instead of the tingling feeling in your lower body. you pulled away after a bit and looked up at him with nothing but pure adoration; “i love you too, suguru.”

if suguru had the ability to freeze time, he’d want to do it during this moment, just to relive this bit over and over. he’s sure that this exact instant will be engraved into his memory for the many years to come.

and once you’ve given him the green light to move, he did it with caution, slowly but surely. his hips moved back and then forwards, girthy cock dragging along your walls at a leisurely pace, but just enough to make your pain transform into pleasure.

suguru’s big hands were placed on your hips, sometimes they’d leave their position to cup your chin and make you face him. he doesn’t want you to look away from his eyes; he’ll think you don’t like this if you do. besides, the thing he loves most about being in the missionary position, is that he’s able to hear how good he’s making you feel whilst looking into your eyes to see your face scrunch up in satisfaction. it’s so romantic and perfect. just like you.

“my little princess is so pretty.” suguru sighs in content and kisses your tears away, thrusting into your tight cunt in a comfortable pace—not too fast but not too slow, “the way you take my cock and still manage to look beautiful while doing it— you’re incredible.”

if the physical pleasure wasn’t enough, his added commentary would certainly be. you moan and whimper phrases that sound like his name over and over again; you didn’t know what else to say as your mind was foggy with the amazing sensations your body was experiencing for the first time. that was fine with suguru since all he wants was to see you enjoy yourself—this moment was for you. everything he did was for you—every thrust, every kiss, every touch.

“nhhg, too good, so good!” you mewl and leave more scratch marks across suguru’s back, ones which he didn’t mind at all. it only served as further proof of this special moment. the tip of his cock kissed the deepest parts of your insides, puffy folds parted widely to make room for more of his length until it felt like he actually was balls deep.

“mhm—you’re, haah, tight..” the once calm and collected man seemed to let loose of himself the more he felt your cunt swallow him all the way, gripping onto his dick as if you didn’t want to ever let go. suguru grunts and moves down to leave a couple hickeys across your neck, hips non-stop pushing against yours, “don’t think i can last long—fuck, yeah—you feel amazing, baby.”

your eyes roll back as the pleasure seems to build up in your stomach as well. it felt like a coil that threatened to snap at any moment and it’d release another immense wave of pleasure upon breaking. your body was on fire, sweaty and hot, just like suguru’s.

“can you cum with me, princess? can you wait and hold on for me?” he asks, and the questions sound impossible, however you could at least try your best to fulfil his desires. you’d also want nothing more than to reach your peak together with the man you loved.

“okay—mmhh—together.” you nod and your body tenses up, legs subconsciously moving to wrap around suguru’s waist, heels of your feet simultaneously tapping against his lower back along with his hip movements. you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out for as your breathing patterns changes, whiney gasps and choked up moans escaping the back of your throat as your clit bumps against his pelvis over and over.

“almost, almost—“ suguru curses through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching while yours did the opposite. your body rocked back and forth and the bed felt like it was shaking along as well. you could tell by the way suguru’s hips rolled against yours that he was close—his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes half-lidded but not closed to still hold contact with yours and his hands clutched onto your waist. all indications of his nearing climax.

“mnph, gonna cum— shit, shit, shit, i’m gonna cum—“ suguru swears under his breath a couple times more before snapping back into reality at the last few seconds. he realised once again that he didn’t have a condom on, so his first rational thought was to pull out and finish himself outside of your body.

you were also nearing your own orgasm, not thinking rationally due to the intensity of the moment, any other thoughts except for the man on top of you were thrown out of the window. you felt suguru try to pull his twitching and throbbing cock out before it could spurt its cum inside of your dripping cunt.

you whined and shook your head, pulling suguru in for a deep kiss while tightening the grasp your legs had around his hips; “w-want to feel you cum in me— want you to fill me up while i finish too.”

suguru’s breath caught in his throat, almost choking on his own saliva from your bold requests. his only rational thought instantly vanished from his mind, now all that’s left was pure love, pleasure and desire. the mental image of his cum spilling and filling your pussy to the brim drove him to the edge.

“all yours, i’m going to give it all to you, princess, yeah? fuck !” both of you relinquished in the feeling of bliss, the warmth and build up reaching its designated ending— the expected waves of pleasure washing over you both. series of soft moans, whimpers and groans filled the room as your pussy was flooded with lots of hot cum.

it was like suguru hadn’t came in years—that’s how incredible that orgasm was experienced by the dark-haired male. the same thing goes for you; your legs were shaking, hips squirming up in aftershocks as you squeezed down on suguru’s cock, quite literally milking him dry of every drop.

“nhh, haah— suguru, love,” your tired and powerless whispers caught his attention immediately. your trembling hand held onto his cheek in attempt to make him look at you. suguru’s fingers curled around your wrist, turning your hand away from his face and to the side so he’ll have access to your palm. his lips left a ticklish trail of pecks on them until his mouth found its home: your lips.

the two of you exchanged deep, exhausted breaths, your boyfriend eventually pulling out and rolling onto his side to cradle you into his arms—hand placed on the back of your head to rest your body against his chest. the following seconds were spent cuddling as you tried to regain composure.

“you were amazing.” suguru sighs, chin resting on top of your head whilst his hand rubbed your bare back in comfort, “are you okay, sweetheart? nothing feeling off or anything of that sorts?”

you shake your head and snuggle up against your lover, content with how things are right now. the afterglow of your little session—of your first time, made you happier than ever. you couldn’t believe it’d feel this good. maybe it’s due to the one you’ve lost your virginity to.

“i’m okay.” you mumble and lift your head up to look suguru in the eyes, faces only inches away from each other. there were no words in the dictionary that could describe how you two felt. the closest word to explain it would be flawless.

“i’m glad, baby. thank you for trusting me.” suguru flashes you a small smile and strokes your head. you stay like that, bodies intertwined in a deep and comfortable hug, whispers of sweet nothings filling your ears and subtle gestures of love making you feel secure.

a couple minutes later and suguru noticed how you started to doze off. he chuckled to himself before pulling away from your hug and standing up, only to have you pout and complain about the loss of warmth.

“i’m just going to clean you up, love.” the soft-spoken man utters to you, laughing quietly at the adorable state you were in at the moment. you were so dependent on him.

“should i prepare us a warm, relaxing bubble bath as well?” he asks, squatting down near the edge of his bed and taking your hands in his, maintaining eye contact as per usual.

“that’d be nice.” you nod and feel your eyelids close slowly, “can’t promise i won’t fall asleep, though.”

suguru lets out a soft exhale through his nose, corner of his lips curling upwards at your little comment. he couldn’t believe he ended up dating such an unbelievably wonderful girl. it’s a blessing in his life of curses.

“i’ll make sure to at least clean you up if you do fall asleep, don’t worry. you’re safe with me.”

you were sure he was an angel sent down from heaven. it was more than clear to you—even if it may not be to many others out there.

“thank you, suguru.” you murmur as your body relaxes into the soft mattress, “i love you.”

“i love you too. more than you could imagine.”

#ෆ : choose your fate.#jjk smut #jjk x reader #geto smut #geto x reader #jjk x you #geto x you #getou suguru x reader #jjk fic

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sinsirellaxx · 2 months

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How could he not(t)?

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Innocent reader is in love with Theodore and Theodore thinks about taking advantage of her. No smut – sorry if y'all expected some. 👀

How could he not take advantage of her? With the way she smiled, the way her cheeks flushed whenever he spared her a glance or even walked past her. The way she eagerly reached for her notes, almost dropping them in her haste, whenever he asked for them – which he frequently did.

The way he felt her eyes burn into him in class, desperately waiting for him to notice her, while twirling locks of her hair in her fingers. Only for her big innocent eyes to light up with a pretty blush spreading across her cheeks.

How could he not take advantage of her, if she so desperately wanted – needed his attention, always waiting with an eager smile for when they finally crossed paths.

“You know – I heard that Y/N is still a virgin.” Mattheo smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at Theodore. Theo just scoffed, lighting a cigarette before taking a drag not at all interested in what Mattheo has to say.

“Come one … I know she isn’t exactly your type – but she’s like obsessed with you.”

It was true, you weren’t his type; you were too sweet – too pure for him. The way you adored him felt borderline suffocating and he couldn’t help but be annoyed at the way you followed him like a lost puppy, thinking that he wouldn’t notice.

Breathing out, the tall Italian stared at his friend, as he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“I bet she’d willingly fall right into your bed if you tried a teeny tiny bit.”, the other boy cackled at the thought.

“Don’t wanna.” Nott shrugged his shoulders as he took another drag, staring into the distance as he leaned against the wall.

“Why not? She’s sweet … might be fun to break her in.”

Theodore shook his head, a mixture of annoyance and disdain evident on his face. "I said I don't want to, Mattheo. What don’t you get?"

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Theodore's response. "Seriously, Theo? You're passing up a chance like this? She practically worships the ground you walk on."

"Exactly," Theodore replied, his voice tinged with bitterness. "I don't want someone who worships me like some kind of deity. It’s lowkey creepy, dude – and she seems kind of boring.”

Mattheo chuckled, shaking his head. "You're one strange dude, Theo. Most guys would kill for the kind of attention Y/N gives you."

"Maybe I'm not most guys," Theodore retorted, stubbing out his cigarette against the brick wall. "Besides, I have no interest in taking advantage of her just because she's infatuated with me. That's not the kind of person I want to be – I have my standards."

Mattheo shrugged, conceding defeat in the argument. "Suit yourself, man. But mark my words, someone else will swoop in eventually and that someone might just be me." Mattheo winked as pushed himself off the wall.

Theodore didn't respond, his thoughts drifting to Y/N and the way she looked at him with such earnestness.

With a heavy sigh, Theodore pushed himself off the wall as well and started walking away, following Mattheo as they both walked back to their dorm.

Theodore's mind buzzed with anticipation as he made his way to the Slytherin common room later that evening. The dimly lit room was alive with the sound of music and chatter, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and excitement. His eyes scanned the crowd as he finished his second drink of the day until they landed on her – Y/N, with her eyes already trained on him, batting her long lashes as their eyes connected.

Theodore had to admit she looked her hair styled perfectly and her outfit accentuating every curve. Her dress was shorter than anything he had ever worn before – it was rather risqué and not like her at all.

Instead of annoyance, Theodore felt a rush of desire course through him as she smiled softly at him before turning around laugh and chat with her friends, not sparing him another glance.

Unusual. Very unusual.

Mattheo sidled up next to him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence. I must say, Nott, she cleans up quite nicely, doesn't she? Look at those hips! Can’t take your eyes off her, huh?"

Theodore's gaze remained fixed on Y/N, his mind racing with possibilities. He could feel his resolve waning with each passing second, the urge to actually listen to Mattheo for once growing stronger.

Placing a firm hand on his shoulders, Mattheo spoke with a wide smirk on his lips, “I think I’m gonna go talk to her –“

Without a word, Theodore made his way over to her, ignoring his friend’s words with a charming smile on his lips.

Y/N’s friends noticed him first, as he walked up to the group of girls, motioning for said girl to turn around. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked up into his eyes, standing closer to him than she ever has before.

"Y/N, fancy seeing you here. You look good tonight."

A blush crept onto her cheeks at his words and close proximity. "Oh, uh, thank you, Theodore.”

Theodore could see the hint of nervousness in her eyes, and it only fueled his desire further – shy as always. He leaned in closer, his voice low and seductive. "Care to dance?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment, clearly taken aback by his forwardness. But then, with a shy smile and a pretty blush, she nodded, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.

Theodore’s hands boldly flew up to hold onto the girl’s waist, pulling her closer to him as they swayed to the music. Y/N’s blush darkened at the way their bodies touched, her beautiful eyes looking into his shyly from underneath her full lashes.

Theodore couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph wash over him, as his eyes raked over her curves – his eyes narrowing as he watched the way she pressed her chest, which was almost spilling out of her tight velvet tube dress, against his. His eyes lingered on the smooth skin before they wandered to her smooth neck, swallowing harshly as his throat suddenly went dry. His hands slowly moved down to her plush hips, gripping hard as he pulled her closer – his fingers slowly inching towards here round bottom.

Tilting his head back slightly his hot gaze was met with big innocent eyes watching him lovingly.

How could he not take advantage of her? With the way she batted her lashes at him. The way she was eagerly pressing her body against his, her glossy lips slightly parted as his fingers squeezed her plump bottom, her eyes fluttering in anticipation.

She was eagerly waiting for Theodore to make the first move, to show her he wanted her just like she wanted him.

And he would show her. The whole night. Until he disappeared in the morning, leaving her to wake up alone in his bed with his smell lingering on the once clean sheets.

#theodore nott x reader #slytherin boys #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott #slytherin boys imagine #theodore nott fanfiction #harry potter imagine

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celestialwhoree · 13 days

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whilst I'm hyperfixating on dolls, thinking about protective childhood best friend Gaz💕🎀

His feelings had started off strictly platonic, protective over the quiet girl next door, who barely spoke up in class, and was generally an outcast due to her being perceived as 'weird' for enjoying picking flowers as to playing sports, and trawling antique shops instead of partying.

As you'd grown up alongside each other, that sentiment had only strengthened. He still so vividly remembers the day he came home to you sat on his porch step, a broken doll, a Blythe that you'd spent hours customising with such love, broken to bits. He'd obviously done the rational thing - spent weeks working in his dad's garage to fix her up, getting his mum to help him sew her teeny tiny dress back up, even asking around the pharmacy for if they sold 'those stick on eyelashes', to the amusement of most of the Boots staff.

To this day, he credits your prompting, and his mums patience for his emergency suturing skills. And Blythe, of course.

He's since made a habit of contributing to your collection, somehow acquiring originals from the seventies still in their boxes, or buying customs that you're sure sell for copious amounts of money. He wasn't there to protect you and your precious doll once, so he'll be sure to make up for it every day since. There's no weirdness about it either. To him, it's cute.

However, when you'd started dating...

Of course, he still had no problem with the collection of little you's on various shelves throughout the house. Save for the bedroom Blythe, lingering on the dresser like some freaky, big headed little guardian angel, who he's convinced is sending him bad juju every time he tries to get nasty with you. Her creator. Mary Shelley type shit.

It becomes second nature for him to turn her around as soon as the two of you go stumbling into the bedroom.

And he begs you to put her in the closet when you go to sleep.

Turns out your SAS boyfriend who's been supporting your collection for years is fucking scared of dolls.

Kyle 'gaz' 'bad Blythe bruja' Garrick

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swordcreature · 4 months

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Any chance you could do the tiefling trio as dads? Love everyone’s perspectives on this. 👀

okay i admit it i have a soft spot for hot dads. sue me!!

they aren't perfect dads by any means but i think that makes it cuter hehehe

also i just like imagining tiefling babies. there's a serious lack of fan art about how tieflings look as babies.

i need a thousand pictures of chubby red babies with teeny tiny tails and two dark spots on their head where their horns will eventually grow okay. i need it!!!

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Fatherhood

How the tiefling boys handle fatherhood

Dammon:

First off, I think Dammon throws himself into being a dad the same way he does everything else: wholeheartedly. He’s the type of guy to do things with every ounce of effort he can, and having a family is no different.

He’s the kind of guy who isn’t afraid of getting in the thick of it or getting his hands dirty, so he’s more than present in all the hard parts of fatherhood as well as the fun parts.

Dammon isn’t a very nervous parent, though he does get nervous when the younger children are around the forge.

When they’re babies it’s easy; he can put the littlest ones in a bassinet or strap them to his chest when he’s around the shop (he never works with hot metals on days when the kids are there).

But when they start to walk it becomes an actual nightmare. There are so many things in the forge that they can hurt themselves with, from tools to weapons to materials scattered about.

While he loves having them there, the days when he brings them to the forge to take care of them stress him out to no end.

Dammon is the fun dad, the goofy dad, the dad who always knows how to make his little one smile. He’s the kind of father that is remembered by his kids for all the laughter he brings, all the good times he creates.

I think part of this stems from being a refugee and seeing the tiefling children deal with unimaginable circumstances. After all that, he wants his children to know nothing but pure happiness.

He’s definitely the parent who is most lenient on punishments, always having a soft spot for those big puppy dog eyes his children know how to wield so well. His partner has to be the stern one most of the time.

Despite being the fun dad, he knows when it’s time to stop being a friend and to start being the parent. It’s a fine line, but one that comes naturally to him. As such, he is extremely close with his children. He’s there for them when they mess up and need help, when they need a shoulder to cry on, when they need a cheerleader to urge them on.

Dammon’s children know that no matter what they do, their dad will always be there for them. Even well into adulthood.

Rolan:

Rolan’s an absolute trainwreck of a dad at first. Definitely not a natural at parenthood. Completely and utterly in over his head.

He tries, the poor guy, he does. But he freezes up so easily when he doesn’t know what he’s doing. And when it comes to fatherhood, that’s literally all the time.

Everything comes awkwardly at first. He seems stiff when holding the baby, he talks to them like they’re an adult, he can’t ever get them to stop crying. It’s a lot, even for a first-time parent, and I definitely think he would have a little melt down about it. Lots of stomping around the tower complaining about how inept he is and how he should be able to do something blundering idiots do just fine.

He’s quick to learn, though. It doesn’t take long before he’s comfortably carrying the wiggly child around, changing nappies like a pro, even getting them to quiet down for bedtime faster than his partner. He still talks to them like an adult though, a habit he never grows out of.

Rolan is a very panicky parent, and as his child grows and changes, he finds himself with that “fish out of water” feeling he felt when they were first born. The older they get and the more trouble they can get into, the worse his nerves get.

Because of this, he’s a bit overprotective. No, they aren’t allowed to go to their friend’s house, he has no idea who their parents are. No, they cannot walk home from class by themself, it’s too dangerous.

He desperately hopes that his child will show some aptitude for magic, just like he did as a boy, though he knows he’ll love them just the same if they don’t. But he does start testing them young, trying to provoke any tiny, newly formed connections to the Weave to present themselves.

He’ll take on the role of teacher for his child once they’re old enough to study magic, but despite meaning well, I think he would be a bit too overbearing. He’s just too eager, which causes its own problems. But getting into that whole fiasco is a whole other story!

Zevlor:

As an older man having a child for the first time brings some insecurities to the surface. Can he bond with a child at his age? Will he be able to do all the things a father should do? Would his child be embarrassed by him for being so old? He knows it’s silly, but he can’t help it.

He tries to never let those fears get in the way of his relationship with his children.

From the very start, Zevlor instills in his children a sense for morality. He wants his children to grow up knowing the difference between right and wrong, good and evil, strength and weakness.

He takes them to the temple every time he goes to volunteer, showing them how to help others without needing anything in return, ingraining the love of charity in them. He hopes more than anything that his children will grow up to be good people. They can be anything they want to be, as long as they are good.

Zevlor is a big storyteller. Every night he sits down and tells his children a bedtime story, starting when his first child is born, and continuing until the youngest is old enough to tuck themself in. Each story is different, every night a new one is told ranging in subject from his youth as a new Hellrider, the adventures of the Hero of Baldur’s Gate, or even some fantastical tale passed along the children in Elturel.

As the children get older his stories become something more like history lessons. He loves recounting the past with them. There are certain things he will never tell them though, out of fear that it will change the way they look at him.

They know from general history lessons about Elturel falling into the Hells, but that’s one subject he doesn’t like to talk about. At least when it comes to his own experiences.

Sometimes, due to his own trauma, he can be closed off or seemingly distant. It’s something he becomes very aware of with his first kid, and it tears him apart the first time it’s brought to his attention.

It gets better with time as he works through his internal struggles, but unfortunately it never fully goes away.

Still, Zevlor’s children know that their father would do anything for them. He makes it very clear that he would move the ground beneath their feet if that meant his children were happy. After all, he isn’t perfect, but he’s a good, loving father.

#bg3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 rolan #bg3 zevlor #dammon #rolan #zevlor #baldur's gate 3 #my writing #requests/suggestions #anon #HCs

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 1 year

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things I do to unstick my book

(I’m a pantser!)

Ask if this scene really needs to be a scene or if I can just summarize it

Ask if this summary really needs to be summary or if I need more scene

Write a very focused, very pretty sentence

Circle back a couple scenes & ask if one of them is causing “symptoms” later in the book

Get in and get out (push through a tough scene as fast as possible & then run forward and fast like wind to the next bit)

Add an exciting element (a new character, a change of location, other… things ;))

Pause and revise if I’m feeling destabilized

Be specific about what I DON’T like (example: I can’t get past this scene because the dialogue is so mechanical instead of “ahhh I hate it all”)

Read what I last wrote aloud (to hopefully sink into some momentum) OR get a robot to read it to me

Try a teeny tiny writing sprint (1-5 minutes of nonstop writing)

Write a flashback (bonus points if it’s connected emotionally or plot-wise to the fictive present)

Read from a literary godparent (this is when you pull out the books/stories/poems etc that make you excited about writing!)

Write or brainstorm every possible direction of a scene (sometimes grueling, sometimes worth it)

Sit and think (in a bathtub, on a walk—try to immerse yourself in your story like you’re a random character who got plopped in there; what do you see?)

Method write

Find a word that excites you and use that in your next scene

Double check if you’re hitting the right story beats (or if you skipped one, spent too long on one, spent too little on one, etc)

Write “bare bones” and come back to fine tune it later (similar to get in and get out)

Write with your eyes closed (be warned of incomprehensible text if you can’t type with closed eyes)

Break down your causal chain bit by bit (even the boring parts) and see if there’s a broken link. Then delete the boring parts (sometimes we just need to see how EXACTLY we got to a place and how EXACTLY that leads us to the important bit--I find I missed something critical when I do this).

Rely on crutch words, boring details & trust you can edit it later (sometimes the idea of perfection in draft 1 can be unproductive)

Ask a friend to read the work & tell you what they think (sometimes we need help; writing is hard)

Ask a friend for a compliment read (sometimes we just need to be hyped up)

Change the tense (temporarily & be warned that different tenses may require different approaches when drafting, I only do this when I’m not sure what else to try)

Talk myself through the problem as if I’m talking to a friend (I pull up my notes and literally start typing: “so I’m struggling with XYZ scene right now for XYZ reason and I don’t know what to do. What if XYZ happened, or what if I changed XYZ?”)

Take a break—sometimes I’m just tired/burnt out/not in the mood to write (that’s okay!)

I post more tips I’ve picked up along the way on youtube!

#writing #writerblr #amwriting #writeblr #writing community #writing tips #not me posting this just so i can compile #my favourite tips in one place lol #because i keep forgetting!!!#and i'm like!!!#you already have!!!#solutions for this!!!

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doomsday-dj · 6 days

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Yo. Bestie. Do you have any Rizzles author recommendations for me??

You have cruelly seduced me into this teeny-tiny-weeny fandom and now I have galloped my way through (almost) all of your brilliant body of work I am cast adrift and quickly finding out that "sort by kudos" simply does not bring up the goods here...

Help a gay out?

Oh fuck yeah, bestie. Yes. Do I ever!! I am about to WEAR OUT the link function. But before the recommendations: aw shucks and thank you and all that. Your comments this week have been a highlight. I'm sorry to have dragged you into this but hopefully this post makes up for it! I've been dabbling in some other fandoms lately, ones with a LOT of fics, and there's a lot of great writers out there, but I have to say that especially relative to how many fics there are, there's an outrageous amount of good writers who have written Rizzles.

Okay! So disclaimer that I’ve had a really ungodly amount of coffee today so if this is a little on the “un” side of hinged then I apologize. I am definitely gonna be REAL effusive. I was silly and shy about leaving comments and kudos when I first got on AO3 and now I make up for those crimes by being unabashedly keen.

I have gone and sorted by kudos (and, sidenote, discovered that I'm in the top 30????) and before I get to the under-appreciated bangers, I will say that plenty of my faves feature in the first two pages of sort by kudos (though their most kudosed work is almost never my fave one). Here I’m thinking of coolbyrne, @julieverne, DanteBeatrice77. All of these authors are awesome.

Also, amongst the highly kudosed works, Attachment by @performativezippers is a classic for in the fandom for good reason (and their Bachelor AU is a romp) and law of the lever by sharkfights is one of my favourites all time.

As for the other stuff, what do you WANT out of your fic, bestie?

You want the feelings? You want the beautifully written feelings? @ladyriot has got feelings FOR DAYS. If you want some one shots that will take you apart and put you back together, you’ve come to the right place. Good feelings, angsty feelings, all the feelings you need. My favourite is Let Our Hands Tell the Story but I recommend all of them. Mostly it's one shots but the one complete multi-chapter fic, Transference, is CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED. Less than 200 kudos?! Fuck all the way off. I don’t know if it’s because it’s an AU or if it’s because of the doctor/patient element but unless that’s a trigger, I promise you it it’s handled very artfully and also it’s fucking fiction and no patient’s rights were violated in the making of this fic. Oh and put your ink on my skin 'til it comes off on me is both devastating and stupid hot.

Haven’t had enough feelings?? Take your insufficiently battered heart over to @sideadde’s work. I especially like Who Needs Two Kidneys When Another Heart Can Be Had? and Immersion Therapy.

You want a big meaty casefic you can sink your teeth into?? Domini_porter’s CMYK is so goddamn good. The smutty chapters in this one are just...chef's kiss. Among my favourites all time. I am also entirely obsessed with their Victorian AU, which deserves more attention. Also if you want some crack-your-chest-open-and-pull-out-your-guts angst go alllll the way back to their first fics on AO3.

OH. @kurtsvonneslut too. I think and you cooled my mind that burned with longing is probably my favourite post-finale type fic, bit of an AU with some major canon changes. They also have an excellent picking-up-from-the-Jane-and-Maura-season-2/3-break-up casefic, A Crime of Passion, and they wrote a devastating exploration of PTSD that just...oooof.

God, I could really just keep going and going. And this is just on AO3!!! I feel like I could do a whole part two of this that's just flagging all the best stuff that's back on ff.net. I might have to because this is already really long. But I'm stopping for now. Thanks for the BEST ASK.

*dramatic stage whisper* psssst do you want smut? I feel like I could also do a whole post on smut alone. Maybe later.

Note: I’ve tagged authors if their tumblr name is the same as their ao3 name, because I assume they’re okay with being found. If any of you would like to be untagged from the post just DM me and I’ll do that lickety split.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzles #rizzles fanfic #rizzoli and isles fanfiction #ask doomsday #love nothing more than talking fanfic #DM or ask me for recommendations ANY TIME

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chvnnie · 1 year

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My hard this today are soft dom bossy Chan. Literally desperate for a kiss, willing to follow any command.

It’s a Chan day and I LOVE it.

SMUT - MINORS DNI

Anything baby could ever want, baby gets. You don’t even have to ask, really; just bat your lashes at him and push your lower lip out a teeny bit, and he’s at your service.

Hungry? Let’s feed you. Sleepy? Lay your head on his chest, he’ll keep you warm. Need a new book/dress/literally anything? Charge it to his card.

Chan makes sure the world is at the palm of your hands. It’s what you deserve, after all. If anything, he wishes he could give you more.

But today, you’re request is simple.

“Pleaaaassseee?” You whine playfully, scooting the rolly chair across the tiny studio to be right next to him. “Just one?”

Your boyfriend doesn’t look up from his laptop, headphone only covering one ear to listen to your pleas. “Give me like…three more minutes, baby. I just really need to finish this—“

“It’s just a kiss, Chan.”

The way his eyes shut when he sighs tugs on his heart. He hasn’t been sleeping much, too busy trying to ready everything for this comeback that he’s put himself on the backburner. You’ve been giving him space and support, wanting to be there for him during his busy season. Understanding when he doesn’t come home or answer calls, or when he has to leave mid date night because Jisung deleted a file…again.

But you really feel like this isn’t a big ask. That’s why you keep pressing it.

“Baby, please.” He finally looks at you, and the exhaustion is heavy in his dark eyes. “My focus is going to break if I stop for even a second. Let me do this, and then I’m all yours. I promise.”

It’s not a big ask from him. It’s only a short amount of time — you probably won’t even notice it passing.

But God, his lips are so soft. So plush. You just want to feel them, to bite them.

With a pout, you roll back over to your corner. Pick up your book, mumbling an “‘Kay” in defeat. Want for nothing your ass; you’ve never been so desperate for something.

Each second feels like hours. Minutes like years. Chan lied — it took him five. Five whole minutes, and then the headphones are haphazardly thrown on the desk. Click, click, click. File save AND locked to prevent it from “disappearing” (“I swear, hyung!” Jisung whined over the phone. “I didn’t do anything it just…disappeared!”).

“Baaaaaby.” He singsongs, this time scooting over to you. “Guess what time it is—“

The look you shoot him makes him pause his movements, only making it about halfway. Eyebrows raised, he tilts his head to the side in confusion.

“What’s wrong—“

“Don’t wanna talk.” You say, pulling your knees to your chest. Pretending to be too into your book to pay him mind. “Just give me three minutes.”

With a sigh, your boyfriend takes his beanie off. “Baby-“

“All I wanted was a kiss.” You pout even harder, dropping the paperback book on the desk. “But noooooo.”

The fuss your making about a little kiss is a little much. It wasn’t like it was that long of a time to wait, it’s already over. Normally, Chan wouldn’t entertain this type of behavior. Would correct it immediately — this? This is the hill you want to die on?

But today it’s so…cute. He can’t help but chuckle, continuing his journey over to you.

“Aww, pouty girl.” He coos, reaching out to pinch your cheek. You try to swat his hand away, but he’s not budging. “No need for all this.”

“Chan.” You try your best to keep your voice firm, as if he can’t feel your cheeks flushing, the heat burning his fingertips. “Stop it—“

“If you want one so bad, come get it.”

His tone is playful. So, you give in. Using your chair, you get closer to him. Chan is perfectly still, giving you a smile as you close in on him. Nose to nose, lips not even an inch apart—

Pushing on his toes, he slides his chair all the way across the room.

“That’s not fair!”

“Oh? Do you not want it then?” His smile grows wicked. He knows what you want — but silly, silly girl. Did you think it would be that easy? “Come on, then.”

Thus starts the game. You get out of the chair, rushing over to him. You get all the way into his lap, closing in quickly when he dodges your lips. As you cry out in frustration, he grabs your hips. Stands up. Turning on his heels, your back is now pressed to the wall.

“You’ve got to try harder!” He laughs. “It’s like you don’t really want it.”

“You’re mean.” You pout, palms finding his shoulders and attempting to push him away. As if you’re not pinned to the wall. Under his mercy.

“Oh, am I?” His voice is laced with faux sadness, the fake emotion taking over his entire face. Lips, eyes, brows. Acting like your insult cut him deep. “That’s not nice.”

Right as you start to speak, a hand flies from your hips. Gripping your throat and squeezing until he hears a squeak.

“But you know what else isn’t nice?” It’s like a switch was flipped; eyes now dark, expression like stone. “When you get bratty with me from a simple request.”

How he manages to unbutton your jeans and shove them down with one hand, you’ll never understand. Or try to process; everything about Chan’s demeanor has rendered you useless. Watching with wide eyes, whimpering brokenly. Savoring the little gasps of air.

“Was it worth it?” Fingers run up and down your folds roughly, not bothering to be gentle with you. When they brush against your clit, you start to squirm. “That silly little kiss?”

He asks as if you’ve gotten it. You pout, trying to speak hopelessly. “S-still need it—“

“I don’t think so.” He clicks his tongue. “I’ll decide what you need.”

Without warning, two fingers sink inside your cunt. Stopping only when he hits the knuckle. There he spreads them, scissoring your walls open. The hands on his shoulders grip his hoodie. His grip, his fingers — it’s already making you dizzy.

“Silly baby.” Once he deems his work enough, Chan starts to plunge his fingers deeper. Making sure to feel every inch of you. “Maybe next time you should let Daddy work.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #chvnnie thots

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illubean · 3 months

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Can I request soul or black star x witch reader?

Soul and BlackStar with a Witch!S/o

Characters: Soul "Eater" Evans, BlackStar Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

Soul's is really long and BlackStar's is really short oops

Warnings: a teeny tiny bit angsty but it gets resolved

Soul Eater Evans

he met you when you first joined the DWMA and treated you like he would any normal person

well, aside from the fact he offered to show you around because he thought you were cute

he was your first friend at the school and he introduced you to the rest of the group

he really liked you but Maka was super weary around you and he had no clue why

when she tells him it's because she can't see your soul he's probably like "So little ms perfect with some crazy power isn't so perfect after all, huh?"

so yeah he ignores her and then you guys get together yaayyy

he is a great boyfriend and makes you feel more at home than you ever have before

the way he finds out is when you were hanging out in his room, Maka kicked open the door and pointed at you

"I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE Get away from them Soul, they're a witch!"

he looks at you and by the terrified expression on your face he realizes what Maka just said is true

he glares at you, mad that you kept such a huge secret from him

"What the hell, you didn't tell me you were a witch!"

if you try to touch him he pushes you off with a "Get away from me, you disgusting liar!"

he sees your heart shatter through your eyes and immediately regrets what he said but before he could say anything more you made a run for it out of the apartment

Soul is distraught, he's upset you kept something so important from him but also mad at himself for saying something that hurt your feelings

Soul is dumb but he's not that dumb, he knows if your intentions we're to harm him or the DWMA you would've done it way sooner and wouldn't have looked so heartbroken

so he runs after you and finds you...uh wherever you went

he hugs you before you can run off again and reassures you that he didn't mean it when he called you disgusting and that he still loves you even if you're a witch

BlackStar

he knows what it's like to be patronized because of the group of people you were born into :(

just because you were born a witch doesn't mean you're anything like the witches order and BlackStar knows deep in his heart you would never do anything to hurt him

so no matter how he finds out it doesn't change anything between the two of you

"Seriously? You're not mad?" "Why would I be? It's not like you're helping feed kishins or something, right?"

witch or not, BlackStar loves you and wouldn't trade you for the world

especially when you put up with his shit all the time

he defends you with his life and is not afraid to beat up anyone who talks badly about you and does not care about the consequences

#soul eater x reader #soul x reader #soul eater evans #soul eater #soul evans #soul eater black star #black star #black star soul eater #blackstar #black star x reader #blackstar x reader

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oneforthemunny · 14 days

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Just for some fun, random characterization… I feel like baby Cooper blows out the candle of his birthday cake by grabbing a fist full of the flame.

Also, definitely a rain boots kid. Even when it’s not raining. There’s always rubber rain boots stomping around.

eddie ends up just holding his hands and bouncing with him while everyone sings to him because he keeps trying to grab literal fire lol.

he's definitely the type of baby to just face plant into it too. he's not really sure at first, kinda looks at you and eddie like "hey?? you gonna help me orrrr???"

eddie feeds him a little of the icing, the both of you melting when his eyes light up at the taste. then he's falling face first into the tiny cake, fist fulls of cake, slobbering all over it and squealing with laughter.

he's a rain boot kid until he's a toddler and can make choices, then he wants boots "to match daddy" so you get him a cutesy little pair of cowboy boots. bright red or yellow rain boots?? stomping in mud puddles and giggling when it splashes up on him.

he gets so sad when eddie fills the holes. goes out after it rains to his usual puddle and he can't find it. "daddy filled it coop." you hum. "it's all gone."

"all gone?" cooper repeats, eyes rounded in the most pitiful way. makes you want to go get a shovel and re-dig the hole yourself. fling all the gravel in the yard so eddie will bitch when he goes to mow.

"all gone." you nod slowly, anticipating the tiny cry that comes, teeny toddler cooper running into your legs, rubbing his teary face against your jeans.

you take him to see eddie, both of you greeting him with matching frowns. "what?" eddie's amused face falls. "what'd i do?" he sighs.

"cooper doesn't have a puddle to jump in anymore." you glare at eddie.

"well, i had to fill it, sweetheart. i was gonna pop a tire-"

"-you said you'd leave a little bit for him." you huffed, giving him a pointed glare.

"i thought i did." eddie huffed, rolling his eyes.

"all gone?" coop's watery chirp of a tone has eddie's heart swelling, your glare intensifying, cradling the toddler to your chest.

eddie huffs, stomping out to the side of the barn. a small-ish bucket eddie usually brings with him to the creek is out there, he pours some of the water out so it's just enough for cooper. within minutes, your baby boy is back to jumping, holding eddie's hands while he stomps around in the bucket, giggling and splashing around.

#don't talk to me i'm mourning over my fictional baby #oneforthemunny #munnytalks #cowboy!eddie munson #dad!eddie x mom!reader #dad!eddie munson #dad!cowboy!eddie x mom!reader

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liyawritesss · 4 months

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ɪɴꜱᴏᴍɴɪᴀᴄ! ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ + ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴀᴛ

Characters: Insomniac!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: headcanons

Synopsis: What would Miles’ life be like if he had his own Black Cat? With Felicia Hardy gone, someones gotta be the elusive, sweet-worded kitty cat to the all too pent up Spider-hero.

Warnings: A little bit of flirting mentions, but that’s about it!

A/N: Wow, I had this idea for the longest time, and somebody actually read my mind! I def wanna make this into a bigger thing, but for right now I’m just easing myself back into writing since I had a real bad writer’s block. Maybe with some time, I’ll be able to develop this into something more!

Edit: for some reason I had trouble posting this with the ask attached that requested this originally. And it was anonymous so I can't at the requester, but if you're still around, I hope this satisfies you!

Tags: @6-noir @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @jacuzziwaters @mbakuetshurisprincess @shuriszn @verachii @writingintheshadowsforever @cafehyunji @lulu-network @niyahwrites @marsfunzon22 @briology @honeybleed @romiantic @queenofthespiderverse @onlyperc @starsoir @yasminisbroke @asensitivecookie @kdyance @sussybaka10 @famedrs-blog @movie-enhusiast22 @l0stari @milesismyhubby @foreclosure--of--a--dream @bayb @ykimobessed @soilmayo

Tag Notes: If your name is not greyed, I couldn't tag you for some reason! Sorry about that. Also, I will now be including Insomniac!Miles in these Spiderverse! tags I have!

First and foremost I think that Miles would want to think you’re cool as hell, but given what he knows about Felicia Hardy and subsequently Peter and her’s relationship, homeboy is trying NOT to have history repeat itself with you. Because no matter how cool your outfit is or the fact that you pack a mean punch, you’re bad news and he needs to keep you at arms length. But when he gets to know you, that obviously becomes harder and harder the more the two of you cross paths.

I like to think that you guys meet in school first. You’re a new student this semester, placed right in Miles’ homeroom. You weren’t hard to notice with your striking white hair, always had earbuds in your ears, and could be caught humming tunes throughout the day. You become friends due to your shared love for music and art, and when you start using the same excuses he’d use for his friends and family about why you couldn’t hang out as often anymore, he’s too blindsided by your friendship (and the teeny tiny crush he’s developed) to question it

Though when the two of you meet mask to mask, however, it’s a different story. You play this elusive and secretive role so good as much as he considers you a rival, Miles also finds himself admiring the way that you’re so graceful with your getaways, and the fact that you are always teasing him doesn’t help either.

You laid it on thick, but after a while of swinging around the city trying to catch you, he’d gotten used to your flirting and the jabs you’d take at him, even throwing back a few of his own. He’s a smooth kid, learned the game from his uncle of course, and just as hot as you’d get him under the mask, you found yourself trying to keep down the heat rising to your ears whenever he came back with something clever and sweet. It was a sweet cat and mouse game the two of you played - even though technically one of you wasn’t a mouse.

The jig is up, however, when a bigger threat the city is posed and you’re caught in the middle of it and are badly injured when trying to fight it off. Miles is quick to rescue you, but the pride he feels from saving the elusive Black Cat is short-lived when he realizes that the face of the vigilante behind the half torn mask is none other than someone he considers one of his best friends.

It gets awkward after that, and you’re quick to catch on as to why, because you, having deduced who the black and red-clad secondary Spiderman of New York truly was, knew how this would go if a conversation wasn’t had. And you tell him straight up that this life isn’t a game to you; you’ve been brought up in it and know the dangers and the risks, so he can’t talk you out of it. And if it was a deal breaker to your friendship, then, even though it would hurt like hell, you would have no problem in cutting Miles off.

And just like that, what Miles feared had come true - it was the same story with Peter and Felicia all over again - and yet, he still made an effort to try and see things from your perspective, to make it to where history didn’t HAVE to repeat itself, knowing that any feelings he’d have for you were no good in his line of work.

You know it too, though. Whatever budding feelings that were happening between the two of you couldn’t come to fruition, because Miles was a superhero for the people, and you were just a street cat looking out for yourself. There was a stark difference in the way each of you looked over your shoulders for constant threats to your existences, yours debatably being worse than Miles’ and you couldn’t drag him down with you.

But there still was this string that kept the two of you together. Perhaps it was the fact that you still had classes together in school. Perhaps it was the fact that you lived right next to each other and it was impossible to avoid one another throughout the day. Or perhaps it was the fact that, despite being two completely different people in two completely different lives, with and without the mask, you both still wanted to make it work; whatever would be between the two of you.

Even though you butt heads like water to a flame, Miles protected you with all his might, and you helped him in the hardest of cases with any intel you could gather. No, you couldn’t be together, but you’d still look out for each other; there was no avoiding that. You were his Black Cat, after all. And he was your Little Spider

#black reader #black tumblr #black marvel #black spiderman #spiderman #spiderman miles morales #miles morales spider man #insomniac miles morales #insomniac spider man #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x blackcat!reader

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deobienthusiast · 4 months

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the phantom thief | syj

• pairing: son youngjae (the boyz) x reader

• word count: 5.4k words

• genre: fluff, teeny tiny bit of angst if you SQUINT, jumanji!au, video game character!eric, strangers to lovers!au

• rating: PG

• warnings: some curse words, some sad eric, some sad reader

• notes: this is going to be similar to jumanji. not the same story line but you know, getting sucked into a game and having to complete it to find your way out

• tagging: @deoboyznet! ALSO THANK YOU TO ERIC’s SOULMATE @sohnric and @juyeonszn FOR BOTH BETA READING FOR ME AND REASSURING ME THAT IT WAS ACTUALLY GOOD ! LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH🥹🥹🥹 AND BANNER BY @itsmeas 🤍🤍🤍🤍

You felt yourself groan for what had to have been the millionth time. It was the last few days of summer break, the last few days of freedom, and you were stuck in a small town to sit at an arcade all day with your family. Don’t get it twisted. You loved your family, but you would have rather spent the last few days of summer break with friends, not babysitting your brother and his annoying friends. Your mother was with you, but her head was in a different place. She was too engrossed in the facebook drama on her phone to even bother watching him.

When she heard you groan, she brought her phone down. Laying it on the table, she reached into her purse and pulled out some loose change.

Handing it to you, she spoke. “Go find something to do. I’ll watch them.”

You look at the quarters in your hand as you roll your eyes. What could you possibly find to do with a roll of quarters? Heading towards the game area, you dipped and dodged the annoying little kids that were running around as you eyed the different types of games.

Air Hockey? Ew. Pac-man? Old. All the games were boring you. Continuing to walk around the different games, you noticed a cracked door. You looked around at everyone. They were mainly distracted by all the kids running around. Parents keeping kids from breaking games, and workers wiping pizza grease and sticky soda off the joysticks and screens of games.

You took the opportunity to head for the door, slipping past it and shutting it behind you before stopping. In the back of the almost empty room was a dark, dusty game. It was built like the pac-man game, but hidden towards the back of the room. You noticed the plug laying on the ground as you reached for it, sticking it into the outlet. The room lit up in purples, teals, and greens as the machine came to life.

A small smile made its way to your face as you let your hands graze the old machine. The buttons were chipped, paint peeling, pictures faded, and the screen had a crack in it at the very top corner. The title popped across the screen in bright colorful letters as you read it outloud.

“The Phantom Thief.” You said.

The room was quiet besides the music that was softly resonating from the machine under your hands. A black box popped up on screen as it gave you a background story.

“Wayward within the kingdom lives a crooked worker of the royal family. He strikes at night, and he has earned the nickname the phantom thief. Help the thief steal the King’s prized possession, his royal pendant crown. Or help the guards catch the thief. Try to attempt it in the fastest time possible? Which fate will you choose?” You read quietly.

Looking behind you, you checked the door quickly before taking off the jacket you were wearing. You stick your jacket on the floor, covering the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor before getting up and walking back over to the game. You clicked on the phantom thief character before taking another quick look around the empty room. You turned back around to stare at the screen, the colorful background mesmerizing, as your hand hovered over the start button. You let your fingers run over the worn out button as it lit up, making your fingers jolt.

You jumped at the feeling. A laugh blew past your lips as you pushed the button. The game practically came to life as you watched your hand disappear right before your eyes. The scream you let out reverberated farther than you thought as the room went black.

It suddenly felt very cold, too cold to be air conditioning as you stand. You felt a burning sensation on your face as you brought your hand up to rub. You felt fresh scratch marks as you looked around. The bare trees rattled you as you took in your surroundings. The area was quiet as called out.

“Hello?” You said loudly.

The sound of your voice disappeared in the night as you squinted slightly. How did you get outside? Where was the arcade? Where was your brother? And damn it, why the hell did you take your coat off? You started to walk, hugging yourself to keep warm, as you looked at all the trees. You felt like you were stuck in a forest as you walked.

When you passed the same tree for what seemed like the third time, you let out a whimper.

“Keep walking.” You heard from behind you as you went to scream.

The voice you heard wrapped a hand around your head, covering your mouth as he spoke.

“Don’t scream! Don’t scream or they will find us.” The voice said.

You got pulled behind a ledge as you heard yelling in the distance.

“Search the perimeter! They are around here somewhere!” Another voice said.

A trotting sound grew closer than distanced itself as you heard it multiple times. When it was quiet, you turned around to face a mischievous smile. He pulled his hand away from your mouth as you opened yours again.

He panicked, speaking quickly. “Please don’t scream!”

“Who are you?” You asked softly.

“I’m Eric. I’m the character you picked.” He told you happily.

Shaking your head, you spoke. “What? What character?”

Eric snickered. “From the game, silly! The Phantom Thief.”

He pointed at himself, his mischievous grin growing like the Cheshire cats. “That’s me.”

“Wait, character? I-,I’m in the game.” You asked him.

He nodded. His face was visible to you in the darkness. “Yes ma’am.”

You smiled slightly at his tone. “How do you know you’re a game character?”

Eric laughed. “Oh yeah! I guess you could say you aren’t the only person to visit us. A lot meet me on the other side though.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you say up. “What do you mean on the other side?”

The boy shrugged. “People never choose me. It’s always the King’s men. I don’t understand why.”

He started to pout. “It’s not like I’m a bad person. They just like to be on the side of justice for some reason.”

You couldn’t help but breathlessly laugh at his statement. “Maybe it’s because people don’t want to get in trouble.”

“But that’s the fun part! The risk! Knowing that you could get in trouble is only half of it. It’s the thrill of the run.” Eric said before stopping. “Now, we need to get a move on. They’ve widened their search, leaving the castle exposed.”

He took a peek from behind the ledge before standing up. Reaching down for your hand, he gently pulled you up as he took off. You stumbled slightly, having trouble keeping up with all of his endless energy as he whipped and whirled his way through the array of trees. You could see two lights becoming more prominent as he continued to pull you.

As the lights got closer, you heard galloping as you yanked Eric as hard as you could. He jolted backwards before being pulled into a pile of leaves, surrounded by a whole bunch of trees. Eric went to speak as you covered his mouth.

“How am I the newbie, and you are almost about to get caught?” You asked.

You could feel Eric’s grin burning into your hand as he spoke. “Good choice. Most people choose to keep running.”

You felt goosebumps arise as you pulled away from him. “You knew this would happen?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t know which decision you would make, but I knew the first decision was coming up. I told you. I’m a part of the game, remember?”

Eric sat up, prompting you to move off of him as he stood up, dusting himself off. “There will be quite a few decisions that will be left up to you to make. Choose wisely, and you’ll be able to steal the crown.”

The statement he gave you made you shudder as it sounded too much like a computer given answer rather than his own statement.

“Right, well. We should keep moving.” You told the boy, making him nod.

He peeked out from the pile you both had fallen into as he motioned for you to follow him. He kept the both of you hidden from the lights as he followed the pathway towards the castle.

“In the introduction, it says you work for the royal family.” You said softly.

Eric chuckled, looking back at you to give you a grin. “Aren’t I just the worst?”

You giggled as you both continued to walk. You were surprised at how easily you were moving through before Eric stopped.

He looked at you expectantly, almost waiting for you to do something as you gave him a look.

“What?”

“What do we do now?”

You scoffed. “You’re the one who does this for a living. You tell me.”

Eric shook his head. “That’s not how games work. Characters do what you want them to do.”

Not understanding, you looked forward and noticed a gate.

“A gate? What do we need to unlock it?” You asked.

Eric shrugged. “You tell me? Unlocking would risk wasting time and getting caught. The gate, however, is quite old. That means that trying to jump would risk making a lot of noise.”

“Well jumping it is what we’ll have to do because I don’t have anything to pick the lock with.” You told the boy.

He looked you up and down before taking a step towards you. Your eyes widened as he leaned into you, his nose inches from yours as he spoke.

“What’s that?” He asked curiously.

Your eyes drifted upwards, following to where his index finger was pointed and you let your hand drift upwards. Your hand ran over your hair before feeling something.

“My goodness, Eric, you're a genius!” You said happily.

The boy scrunched up his face in confusion as you pulled the bobby pin that was in your hair out of your head. Grabbing his hand, you pulled the boy towards the gate, opening the bobby pin in the process.

“Um, you still never told me what it is.” Eric said softly as he watched you mess with the lock on the gate.

“It’s a bobby pin.” You told him quietly.

He watched you mess with the lock, sticking the foreign object in it and wiggling it around.

“What is a bobby pin?” Eric asked.

You felt yourself laugh as you spoke. “A very helpful tool for people with hair that doesn’t want to cooperate.”

Eric leaned over slightly to get a better look at it as he spoke again. “It looks dangerous.”

You shrugged. “Ehh. Depends.”

You heard a click as you smiled at Eric victoriously. His eyes widened as you slowly pushed the gate open. It creaked slightly, making you stop with a wince before continuing. The gate was opened enough for the both of you to slip in as Eric closed it behind him.

You put the bobby pin back in your hair as Eric looked at you.

“What?”

“You’re the first person to choose picking the lock. It’s the easiest one and the percentage of getting the crown is higher when you pick it.” Eric said in awe.

“Don’t seem so surprised. It’s not the first time I’ve picked a lock.” You told the boy.

You picked back up, walking up the walkway of the castle as you looked over the large building. It was sort of old, but still very extravagant. Decorated to the nines with beautiful sculptures and busts. Beautiful bushels of flowers surrounded both sides of the lane way.

“Pansies.” Eric told you as you looked at them.

The colors almost sparkled under the moonlight as you spoke.

“Shouldn’t they be dead? I mean, it’s kind of freezing out here.” You said quietly.

This caught Eric’s attention as he took off the jacket he was wearing, wrapping it around your body. You felt your cheeks heat up as Eric continued on like he didn’t just do something to make you embarrassed.

“That’s why they picked this flower. They are able to survive the harshest of winters. Though I have to admit, this winter has been particularly cold.” Eric said.

You chuckled. “Funny, because outside the game, in the real world, the summer has been insanely hot. We’ve hit record-breaking temperatures.”

Eric smiled. “Maybe that’s why it’s been so cold.”

You smiled with him as you both continued to walk the pathway. The castle doors were drawing closer as you spoke again.

“This seems too easy.” You said.

“What does?”

“Just walking up the pathway to the castle. Am I about to just walk right through the doors?” You asked him.

Eric went to speak before you heard yelling.

“Check the castle ground, and make sure they didn’t break in!” Someone said as your eyes widened.

You looked at Eric who looked too calm in this situation as he spoke.

“You have your choice of the library window or the garden house. Though I will admit, there is the guard dog.” Eric said.

“Where? In the garden house?”

Eric shrugged.

“The library?”

He shrugged again, making you groan. “Where is the dog Eric?”

Eric through his hands up as you whined before spotting the garden house, you pulled him along through the grass, dodging statues before opening the garden house doors. Eric watched you pulled his jacket off and tie the doors shut as he looked at you with a smile.

“Excellent choice.” He told you.

You narrowed your eyes at the boy, a scowl decorating your face as you turned to look around. Beautiful plants were growing up the walls. Flowers covered to protect them from the cold looked as if they were waving due to the wind. A singular pane of glass at the top of the garden house was broken, allowing full moonlight to filter into the building. This allowed you to get a much better look at Eric.

He was handsome, that’s for sure. His hair was a deep purple color, almost burgundy with slight black highlights spread throughout. Eric wasn’t the tallest, but he was well built with the average height he was at. He had full lips and a prominent nose. An almost oval shaped head held all his features, and it came to a sawed off point at his chin. You would be lying if you were to say you weren’t attracted to him. You chalked it out to a school girl crush due to the fact that his smile made you feel like you had butterflies in your stomach.

“So, what goes on out there? You know, in the real world.” Eric asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

You both fell in stride as you made your way through the large garden house.

“Well it’s summer vacation right now. There’s like less than a week of it left, though.”

Eric’s nose scrunched up. “Summer vacation?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Like we have school from August to the first week of June. And then we have summer vacation until August. And then we repeat the whole cycle for the next 12 years.”

Eric looked at you, horrified. “That sounds awful. It sounds like a prison.”

You chuckled. “Something like that. You don’t have school here?”

Eric shrugged. “I don’t really know. I’ve only ever worked for the royal family.”

You nodded, remembering that he was just a character in a game. He didn’t know about any of this real world stuff.

“No one ever took the time to tell you about what goes on outside of here, have they?” You asked him quietly.

The thief shook his head. “Like I said, no one ever chooses me.”

His statement made you frown as your heart sank a little. He sounds so lonely.

You both continued on until you got to a cracked door at the front of the garden house. Eric held his hand up, stopping you as he took careful steps forward. His head poked outside the door, red hair blowing around in the wind as he looked around. When he was sure the coast was clear, he turned to you, holding out his hand with a nod. You let your hand fall into his as he led you back out into the night. You were now positioned towards the side of the castle as Eric pointed towards a staircase that led underground.

“Tunnels. We use them to deliver food, supplies, things like that. It’s safer than trying to do it in the open.” He told you.

“Too many thieves?” You asked jokingly.

Eric looked at you with a smirk. “Look who’s catching on.”

You both laughed as Eric continued to lead the way. You happened to notice that he was still holding your hand, showing no signs of letting it go. The sight made your heart jump as you held on tightly to him. When you got to the entrance of the staircase, Eric dropped your hand to grab a torch that was already lit. He led the way down the stairs, constantly looking behind him to not only check on you but make sure you weren’t tailed. The torch was the perfect light source for the both of you as you were able to only illuminate small portions of the tunnels as opposed to the entire tunnel. It felt like the temperature had dropped lower since you moved under the castle and you mentioned that to Eric.

“Is it normal for it to be even colder down here than it is above ground?”

You pulled the jacket Eric had given you tighter around your body as you waited for him to reply.

“There isn’t any heat to reach underground. So the tunnels always stay cold. It gets worse when it’s regularly cold out.” Eric whispered.

It felt the tunnels were never-ending before Eric stopped, the torch flame billowing in the wind slightly. He pointed to a wooden door as he looked at you.

“There.” He said softly, voice echoing off of the hollow walls of the underground tunnel.

You stepped forward as you looked at the door. “Is this where we enter?”

Eric shrugged. “That depends. This puts us at the far end of the castle which means we have to cover more ground indoors to get to the crown. If we continue to follow the tunnels then we’ll get closer to the King’s room. That holds all his most prized possessions, including the crown.”

You thought about what could be waiting for you if you went into the castle now, but being in a warm castle, unthawing seemed way better than freezing to death. Plus, you weren’t sure how much longer these tunnels were, and you weren’t willing to bet your life on it.

“Come on,” You waved to the boy as you gently pulled at the handle of the wood door.

Eric nodded, setting the torch in a holster on the wall next to the door. He pulled the door open more, stopping when it scraped against the gravel on the tunnel floor. He laid a hand on your lower back, slowly coaxing you forward first as he tried his best to quietly pull the door shut behind him. When the door closed, it echoed into the large empty room you had entered. You turned to give Eric a look as he shrunk down at your gaze.

“Sorry,” He whispered.

You shook your head slightly as you looked around, trying to see if you could figure out what room you were in. It was dark in the room. The moonlight coming through the window was reflecting off of multiple surfaces that looked shiny and almost metallic like.

“The kitchen.” You said to yourself.

Eric caught up to you and your cautious steps as he helped navigate you through the rather large kitchen.

“They barely use this.” He told you, noticing your curiosity in the appliances that looked brand new.

You scoffed. “Then why have a kitchen?”

Eric chuckled. “Something to look at.”

You turned to him as you smiled. He sounded so normal when he said that. Like he knew what he was saying, and wasn’t repeating what his character says. The glimpses of realness Eric was giving you made you happy. You wanted to know more, so you continued to press as you exited the large kitchen and into a hallway.

“How did you start working for this royal family?”

Eric shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve just always been here.”

You frowned. “Do you have a favorite food?”

“I eat bread when my health gets low. Does that count?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It was unreal how real he was in front of you, but how computerized he was on the inside. Eric didn’t seem to mind the questions nor was he bothered by his answers considering he barely got to move around anyway unless someone managed to play the game.

The hallway you two were in led down a long corridor to a split. You looked down both ways, seeing double doors down towards the end of the left side, and nothing but more hallway on the right side.

“Next choice.” Eric said softly.

You kept moving your head left and right, trying to figure out which way to go. Eventually you took the left path, looking back at Eric for confirmation. All he gave you was a smile as he let you lead the way. The walk to the double doors was short as you laid both hands on each door before pushing them open. The heavy wood stood still for a moment before peeling open, rather loudly. The moan of the doors opening reverberated off the empty walls making you cringe as you both walked in.

The room you were in was a bedroom. A large bed and dresser were up against the far wall with a large ceiling to floor window against the wall, showing the night sky. You had to admit the view was impeccable, but you didn’t get to enjoy it long. A faint growl made the hairs on the back of your neck stand as you and Eric both looked at each other.

“The guard dog?” You asked quietly.

Eric’s eyes were the size of saucer plates as he nodded.

You both turned slowly, coming face to face with a rather large dog that looked to be something out of a nightmare. Whoever the game creators were got the look of a scary guard dog correct. The dog looked similar to something out of Stephen King’s Cujo. With foam coming out of its mouth and dark, almost dead eyes, the dog looked like it was ready to rip apart anything and everything that stepped foot in the castle. You took a step back from the window as you looked at Eric.

The boy was making quick glances at the door as the dog took a step forward.

“Run!” Eric yelled.

Grabbing your hand, Eric practically dragged you out of the room and down the other hallway. The dog was hot on your trail, loud barking making more noise than you would've hoped. Lights began to turn on as the dog was now alerting the guards looking for Eric.

As you continued to run, you noticed a door that was just slightly ajar. You took the opportunity to yank on your arm, pulling Eric towards the door. The immediate redirection threw the dog for a loop as it couldn’t come to a complete stop with the speed it was hitting. You managed to make it in the room, both of you closing the door just in the knick of time. The dog hit the door hard. That didn’t seem to stop, but rather further piss him off as he started to jump at the door and scratch at it. You pulled a nearby chair towards you, pinning it under the door knob as you leaned against the door to catch your breath.

Adrenaline was pumping through you, your heart rate through the roof as you closed your eyes to try and calm yourself. You could see why Eric liked doing this so much. You weren’t scared by any means. Rather you were thrilled. The surge of fear had turned into excitement. You had so much energy that you wanted to do all of it again.

“Look!” Eric said excitedly.

You opened your eyes at his exclamation. You followed his gaze and felt a smile come to your face. There in the room was the King’s crown protected by a glass case. The small light shining down on the glass sent a sliver of light towards the pretty blue pendant jewel on the top of the King’s crown. The jewel reflected its own path of light, causing a blue marbled type shadow to cast itself across the wall. You moved from the door to the glass case, laying your hands on top of it.

There was a little lock on the case to keep the crown locked in. You knew the key was not in this room, and in your excitement panic started to set in. How were you supposed to get the crown?

You felt a hand in your hair that pulled you from your thoughts as the hand was now in your vision.

“Will this work?” Eric asked, holding the bobby pin you had previously picked the front gate with.

You smiled at the boy, taking the pin from him. Eric winked as you began to pick at the lock.

“They’re in here!” You heard from outside the door as you jumped from the yell.

Eric ran to the door putting weight on it to keep it closed as long as possible as you kept picking the lock. Frustration began to filter through you over the fact that you couldn’t get the lock picked. As your frustration bubbled over, a loud crash hit outside the door, sending Eric flying to the ground. You picked up the case, throwing the glass to the ground as it shattered around you. Eric picked himself up as he grabbed the crown. That mischievous look he had when he first told you about himself came back as he handed it to you.

You took the crown from him, looking over it as he pushed you towards the window. A large crack resonated through the room as you both jumped. One of the doors broke open, giving way to a bunch of guards as Eric quickly pushed the window open. You looked back at him, realizing he was going to give himself up so you could get free.

“Wait, Eric!” You yelled.

The boy continued to push you to the window. He helped you out of it as he spoke. “You have the crown. Get back to where I found you and you’ll win.”

You looked at him, grabbing his hand as he went to pull away. “What about you?”

The urgency in your voice made the boy smile, and he did something completely out of character. Eric leaned out the window to peck your cheek as he spoke.

“Don’t worry about me.”

He pulled his hand from yours as he gave you that signature smile. Lifting himself back into the window, he pushed you the rest of the way out before slamming it shut. You hit the ground with a grunt as you looked back up at the window. Eric mouthed to you as you stood.

“Go!”

You stood up, seeing the garden house in the distance as you ran in that direction. It sounded like the castle doors had opened as you fell into a full on sprint. When you got closer to the garden house you noticed the front gate, still unlocked from when you had previously entered. You looked back towards the window before letting your feet carry you to the gate. The sounds from the front doors of the castle were beginning to get louder, signaling to you that whoever was outside was getting closer. You slipped through the gate, running down the path. You continued to run until your legs couldn’t carry you anymore before stopping in front of the tree that you were certain was where you had fallen into the game from.

Placing your hands on your knees, you leaned down to catch your breath. Not knowing what to do next, you looked around hoping for some sort of exit.

“Come on! I beat the stupid game. See?” You lifted the crown up towards the sky, beginning to get angry.

“I did it. I beat it! What more do you want?” You yelled.

You kept the crown above your head, looking up at the dark sky that did nothing before lowering it. Dropping your head, you looked around once more before noticing a light coming towards you. There was no person behind it, just the light itself. Bringing your hands up to your eyes to shield yourself, you looked as best you could at the light. The room felt like it was shifting before you were pushed.

“Hey!” A voice said from behind you.

You’d recognize it anywhere as you stepped back.

“Mom’s been looking for you.” Your little brother told you.

Looking at him, you nodded as he rolled his eyes, heading out of the small room you were in. You watched him before looking down at your hands. You were in the arcade. In the back room. Your jacket was still on the floor, now covered in dirt and dust from being pushed around. You brought your attention back to the game. A little bubble screen had popped up.

“Congratulations! You helped the thief snatch the crown and evade the guards. Your time was five minutes and thirty-eight seconds. See how your time stacks up to other players.” You read.

The screen gave way to an option to look at the previous scores as you looked back at your time.

“Five minutes? I was only in there for five minutes? It felt so long.”

You moved your hands from the game as you headed for the door. Bending down to pick up your jacket, you looked back once more at the game before walking out.

It had been about a week since you pretty much entered a video game, and the more you played it over in your head the more it seemed like you just fell and hit your head really hard in that room. You knew you had to put it behind you with it being your first day of school, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Eric.

As you parked your car, your friend Sunwoo stood outside the school entrance with another boy. You couldn’t see his face, but you were sure you didn’t know him. He had purple hair with different pastel highlights colored throughout it. Sunwoo spotted you as he waved.

“There you are! Thought you might be late on the first day.”

You could only give the boy the finger as you got closer.

“I made a new friend! He’s new!” Sunwoo yelled.

As you got closer, the boy turned around and you dropped everything in your hands.

“Eric?” You asked.

The boy raised his eyebrows at you as he looked at you then Sunwoo.

“Uh, no. My name is Youngjae.” The boy said.

He was a spitting image of Eric, with the same tone of voice and cadence in the way he talked. Both boys walked down the steps to help you pick your things up.

“I, I’m sorry. You just look strangely like someone I met towards the end of the summer.” You told him.

He smiled at you, giving you a wink. “No problem.”

Sunwoo chuckled, noticing the looks you two were giving each other as he shook his head.

“And yet again, I’ll be third wheeling.” He said as he watched the two of you talk, almost as if you had known each other for a really long time.

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dr4k3n0 · 1 year

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Taking Care of Him After a Hangover (Scenario and tiny oneshot)

A/n: This was a little bit based off of the previous one. But you don't need to read it to understand. XD

Synopsis: The title literally explains it-

Tw: None?

- Vash is the type to be really whiny and seek attention when he has a hangover. But he would only do it to you. If it was anyone else he would suck it up and move on.

- He loves to have a blanket wrapped around his figure wherever he goes.

- Definitely demands cuddles.

- He likes it when you rub his head or play with his hair. He finds it soothing and helps with his headache.

- He hates throwing up, so when he does he makes you go get him a donut to wash the taste out of his mouth.

- Also demands donuts.

- He stumbles around a lot. You had to move all of the breakable items up high.

- Can not be trusted with a gun in this state.

- I don't know why, but I can see him being just a teeny tiny bit more irritatable than normal.

- If you're traveling the next day while he has a hangover, he's definitely very quiet and moody around the others.

- He cries a MINIMUM of 3 times that day.

- He feels bad for you having to take care of him. So you have to constantly reassure him you want to help him.

- Sleeps most of the day if he can.

- I don't know if medicine was around at the time in the Manga/Anime. So I would say if there was medicine, it wouldn't work for him.

- Very clingy. He has to be touching you in some sort of way. If you get up to go to the bathroom, he makes grabby hands at you as he pouts.

Tiny oneshot.

Vash had woken up with his head pounding and heavy eyes. He looked around the room for you, before noticing a small slip of paper on his bedside table underneath a glass of water. Looking at the note as it said:

Blondie,

Went out to get some donuts I'll be back.

Love, Y/n

He yawned before feeling a burning liquid shoot up his throat. Running to the bathroom, he hunched over the toilet shaking as the contents left his body. He soon heard the door open, and your voice sounded through the room.

"Blondie I'm back," You said as you set your things down.

Not getting a reply, you went to his room looking for him and noticed the bathroom light was on. Knocking, you stood behind the door.

"Vash you in there? Are you okay?" You said worriedly.

"Hey love, I'm just fi-" His sentence was interrupted, as he began to vomit again.

You opened the door and kneeled beside him rubbing his back.

Eventually feeling a bit better, you helped Vash to his feet before settling him down on his bed. Wrapping him in a blanket you hugged him before kissing the top of his head.

"I got donuts if that makes you feel better," You said showing him the box of donuts.

He pouted as he grabbed one of the donuts from the box and munched on it. You smiled at him before standing up and walking to the door.

"Where are you going?" Vash said prolonging the ending of the 'g'.

"I'm going to my room to grab something I'll be back." You said turning to him.

"Noooo," He whined.

"Come back," He whined again making grabby hands at you.

"I'll be right back!" you exclaimed before walking out of the room and shutting the door.

"Y/n," He pouted while prolonging the ending of your name.

Walking to your room you quickly opened the door. Grabbing the item you forgot, you walked out of your room before shutting the door and walking back to Vash's. Opening his door again, you saw Vash laying on the bed with a donut in his mouth as tears ran down his face.

"Vash! I was only gone for a few minutes!" You said approaching him and cupping his face.

"I missed you," he mumbled with the donut still in his mouth.

"Vash, baby, it's okay. I won't leave again," You said wiping his tears with your thumb.

He nuzzled into your hand affectionately, before puffing his cheeks and his eyes widened.

"Oh, God." You said before getting up and rushing him to the bathroom.

#vash the stampede #trigun fluff #trigun vash #oneshot #scenarios #fluff #vash x reader

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 3 months

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Love Never Wanted Me ( But I Took It Anyway )

Baron Lamram x GN reader

Summary: The morning after you and Baron finally fall into bed together you decide to make him breakfast in bed. He has other ideas.

Warnings: one use of "baby", slightly rough sex, biting, slightly possessive Baron, kitchen sex (no food involved in the sex), fluff and snuggles also. It's got it all. ONE TEENY TINY SPOILER FOR MARMALADE BUT IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN SPOILER ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE YOU SHOULD BE FINE!!!!

Minors be gone!!! 18+ only!!! Avert your eyes children!!!!

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The morning sun wakes you, shining in your eyes through the crooked blinds on the window. You groan low in your throat and turn away, the sound stalling in your throat when you see someone lying next to you. Your heart flutters for a moment before last night rushes back to you.

You'd been out with Baron. At the same bar you two always went to. Joking and laughing and talking to only each other, though you both always used the excuse of needing to meet people to get there. You didn't really wanna meet anyone. You just wanted to be with him. However he'd have you.

You'd grown close in the past year, since meeting him when you visted your grandmother. He was sweet, and a little odd at times, but oddness had never been off-putting to you. He'd helped you learn your way around. And you'd quickly become friends.

And last night. Both of you seemed to have finally had enough. Enough waiting. And just the right amount of alcohol to make you both lighter. Knocking your guards down. And he'd kissed you, a smile on his lips when you looked at him after. And then you'd fallen into bed with him. Finally.

You smile as you watch him now, sleeping next to you. He snuffles, his nose scrunching, as he breathes in deeply before huffing into his pillow, his brows knitting together. You sink your teeth into your lip and reach out, allowed to touch him now.

You sooth your knuckles genlty over the small crease on his head, moving a bit of his hair out of the way, easier now, since he'd gotten it cut a few months ago. You missed the long hair some days. But watching the way his face calms with your touch, you're glad to be able to see him. You move your thumb over his cheek genlty, watch him snuggle down into his pillow, and slowly climb out of bed.

You grab your shirt and your underwear, tugging them on as you stumble around quietly, making your way down the hall to the bathroom. You wash your face and find your eyes lingering on his toothbrush. Your fingertips almost touching it, but you pass by it and grab the toothpaste instead. Using your finger to freshen up a bit at least.

You almost crawl back into bed, but your stomach rumbles and you get a better idea. Baron seemed the type to like breakfast in bed. You hoped. He'd never really spoken about his past relationships, so you couldn't be sure. But... most people would find it sweet. Surely.

You fumble around the kitchen for a bit, checking cabinets and the fridge. Eggs, milk, butter, bread. You found a bottle of syrup in the small pantry and decided to give it a go.

You're flipping the second peice of frenchtoast when he comes up behind you, arms sliding around your waist carefully, his nose tucking behind your ear and nuzzling.

"Smells good." He hums, his breath on your skin sending shivers dancing across your skin.

"Thanks. French toast. You like yours crispy or soft?" You ask, humming yourself when he presses a kiss to your neck.

"Mmm I like mine sweet." He whispers, licks up your neck slowly and then drags his teeth back down the path he'd made. Your eyes close involuntarily as you lean back into him. His hands moving to your hips, fingtips dipping under the hem of your underwear and staying there, against your warm skin, frustrating.

He kisses back up your neck, you turn your head to meet him, smiling into the kiss. His tongue dips inside your mouth and you moan, your hand clenches on the spatula you're holding. Or trying to hold.

"You're minty." He breathes into your mouth, tongue licking across your bottom lip before he pulls back to look at you, head dipping to brush his nose across your shoulder.

"So are you." You accuse, gently, smiling at him as his eyes move over your face. His hair is a mess from sleep, and from your hands the night before. He's wearing a soft light blue shirt and boxers. He looks so soft you want to hug him and touch him. But his firm hold keeps you in place, your back snug against his chest.

"Did you use my toothbrush?" He asks, his voice husky and low, and you know it's not just from sleep. You can feel him against you, hard and warm where his hips are pressed against you. You move back into him and shake your head, feeling flustered, because you'd thought about it. You'd wanted to.

"Wanted too though. Didn't ya?" He asks, though it isn't a question, judging by the look in his eyes, and the slow roll of his hips. You dig your teeth into your lip and nod. He nods back, reaches out and turns the stove off, settles his hand back on your hip.

He moves his other hand to your stomach, settles it there, his palm warm through your shirt.

"Wanted to wake up next you." He mumbles into your shoulder, nosing at your neck again as his hand moves down.

"I'm sorry. Thought you might want breakfast in bed." You sigh, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. You feel him nod, feel his lips against your shoulder, and then his teeth again as he tucks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, his skin against yours sending electricity through your body.

"I did." He says, voice gravely, his hand moving down, deeper, until you're squirming in his arms, your hand dropping the spatula. It clatters to the floor, forgotten, as he moves his fingers, oh so slowly.

"Baron." You breathe his name like a prayer, feel his teeth on your neck, and then a smile, and then his tongue soothing over the spot.

"Wanted you in bed. With me." His free hand moves to you cheek, turns your face towards him.

"Can I?" He asks, hips rolling against you, pressing you against the stove. He looks down at the stovetop quickly and moves you roughly to the side, away from the heat, pressing you against the counter instead. You're almost panting now, your lungs not filling enough as you breath, light headed and dizzy from his touch.

"Yeah." You breathe, your hands find his arm and clentching, nails digging into his skin.

"Please." You beg, pushing your hips back into him. He smiles against your lips and moves his hand, curls his fingers up into you. Your hands slam down on the counter top as you whine, high in your throat. His teeth dig into your lip genlty before he presses his tongue into your mouth, painfully slow as he moves his fingers, lighting fires across your skin.

"Oh fuck." You pant, bending forward, your muscle tight.

"I know baby." He whispers, moving with you, pressing against your back. He kisses behind your ear and then tugs your underwear down, just to your thighs, trapping them together. You rest your head against the cool counter top and feel him shove at his boxers. He doesn't give you anymore warning before he presses into you. Both of you moaning at the feeling. His teeth are in your shoulder again and his hips press flush to you, your hands scrambling for purchase on the counter.

"Jesus fuck." You pant, and he laughs in your ear, rolls his hips deeper.

"Yeah? You like that?" He asks, voice low in your ear. You can't speak, the pressure in your body, and his skin against yours almost maddening. You bite into your lip hard and nod, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Then you feel his hands on you again, moving down your arms. His palms move over the backs of your hands and he laces your fingers together, his hips finding a slow rhythm as he moves in you. You can't stop the whimper that falls past your lips.

"Knew you would." He's panting too, you can feel his hot breath on your neck, feel his hips stuttering as you clench around him, squeezing his fingers tight with your own, pleasure washing over you as you cry out.

He doesn't stop then, just keeps his hips moving, slow, and rhythmic though your orgasm, and keeps moving despite your whines of feeble protests, his fingers clenching yours tightly.

"I know. Fuck. You feel so good." He pants, hips moving a little faster, pressing you harder against the counter, you feel his forehead rest between your shoulder blades.

"So fucking good. And all mine." He gasps, yanks his hands free of yours and wraps them around your waist, pulling you up with him, your back pulled flush to his chest. You can feel his heart beating fast against your skin and he whines into your shoulder and grinds himself deeper.

"You're mine now. Never letting you go." He growls into your shoulder, teeth biting at your shirt as he pulls back and then slams into you again, groaning and grabbing at you, pulling you impossibly closer.

Your skin burns at his words. His. You are. Have been since last night. Since he kissed you. Since he pressed you down into the matress, curled his arms up under your shoulders and buried himself as deep as he could in you, fingers leaving bruises on your shoulders.

And you remember what he'd told you, at the bar, before he kissed you. That no one had ever loved him. Not really. Not like this. You remember the look in his eyes as he undressed you and took you apart peice by peice. And you know you love him. Know that you're his. Forever. As long as he'll have you.

Your nails scratch down his arm as he pushes deeper, grinding into the perfect fucking spot inside you that no one's ever hit like this.

"Fucking mine." He growls, teeth sinking into your neck briefly, his tongue following it quickly, soothing the hurt as you writhe and come apart in his arms.

"Yours. I'm yours. All yours." You babble, words falling past your lips as your brain shuts down, his hands are everywhere, all over you, pushing and pulling and holding you close, fingers digging into your skin hard as his rhythm falters.

One hand grabs your cheek, turns your face to him so he kiss you, his tongue pressing into your mouth in sync with his hips moving against you and its too much. Too much and so so perfect. You grab at his hair and he moans, deep, his hips shoving you into the counter roughly as he cums, his teeth on your neck again sinking deep, your thighs shaking and clenching as you follow him over the egde.

"Fuck. Sorry." He sighs into your back, head pressed between your shoulders again. You laugh, feathery light, in your throat. Your arms shaking as they brace you on the counter.

"What for?" You asks, chest heaving. He slips out of you, and groans when you reach down and quickly pull your underwear up. You turn, finally able to face him, his arms wrap around you immediately, tugging you close. He moves his fingertips over your neck, and it stings, a little.

"Didn't mean to bite you that hard." His brows are furrowed as he looks at your neck.

"It's fine." You shake your head, arms wrapped around him too, your hands pressed gently to his back, your legs still a bit wobbly, but he frowns.

"You're bleeding." He says, and he sounds like he's far away, somewhere else. He gets that way sometimes. You reach up, cradle his face and make him look at you.

"It's okay. I liked it." You nod, reassuring, press your lips to his genlty. You pull back and his eyes are wide, he blinks at you, slowly.

"Yeah?" He asks, sounding so unsure, and small. You press further into his space, press a kiss to his neck and rest your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah. And besides. I hurt you too." You whisper, moving your hand down his arm, drawing his attention to the scratches your left behind as you clawed at him. He smiles at them, slow and syrupy. He looks tired.

"Wanna go back to bed?" You asks, nosing into his neck before standing straight again. His brow furrows again, eyes moving to the two plates set on the counter, one already loaded with french toast.

"But you made food." He says, and he still sounds dreamy. And you like him dreamy, you really do, wanna hold him close under his covers when he's like that. So you take his hand, give it a squeeze and smile at him.

"We can warm it up later. C'mon." And tug him back to bed.

You've been laying in peaceful silence for almost an hour, hands moving across each others skin, touching each other, gentle, innocent touches that seem to ground him. You're hand finds his hair and he sighs, bone deep. His eyes close for a moment and when he opens them again that glassy dreamy look is fading.

His fingers walk up your arm, his skin warm, before they land on your neck. You know they're hovering at the edge of the mark he made. What you think might be an actual bite mark, teeth imprints an all. Something you'll have to hide when you leave here. Or not.

The urge to leave it uncovered for everyone to see sends a rush through you and you feel dizzy again. You briefly wonder if he'll ever stop making you feel that way, and decide just as fast that you don't want it to stop.

You move your hand up, cover his and move them both to rest on the matress between you, your legs are tangled together, there's not much space there really, just enough for your entwined hands.

"I really hurt you." He whispers, his eyes wide as they stare at your neck.

"It didn't hurt." You say, shaking your head.

"How did that not hurt?" He asks, frowning, his voice incredulous.

"I didn't even feel it." You laugh through your nose, squeeze his hand, move his fingers to your lips and kiss them for good measure. He's still not satisfied.

"But how-"

"I was a little preoccupied with other feelings. Baron." You look at him, pointedly. And smile when realization washes over him and his cheeks tint pink.

"Right. Okay." He says, sheepish, burying his face deeper into the pillow.

"Yeah. Dork." You mutter, reaching out, wiggling a little closer, sinking your hand in his hair again. He sighs, like always, apparently, and opens one eye to look at you, his nose scrunching.

"You're sure I didn't hurt you? That it- that it's okay?" He asks, and you hear the question beneath the question.

'You're sure it's not too much. That I'm, not too much.'

You nod, blinking slowly at him. He stares at you, so you stare back, let his eyes move over your face, looking for something. A lie, you guess. When he doesn't find it, he nods, presses closer and kisses you.

"How are you gonna cover it? Is that? That's a thing right? People covering lo- covering marks and stuff?" He asks, moving his fingers over it again. You squint at the pain and he moves his hand to your shoulder instead, wincing with you.

"People cover love marks yeah." You say, filling in the words he stumbled over, making him blush again, he rolls his eyes at you.

"But I don't think I'm going too." You shrug, smiling at him soflty. He frowns at you, eyes on your neck again.

"It's like- people won't ask you about it? It's like... kinda bad." He says, cringing as he stares at it. You shrug again, push yourself up onto your elbow so he has to look up at you.

"It's fine. It's just a bite mark. Besides," you say, leaning over him, hand planted next to his head as you hover above him.

"If I cover it up, how will people know I'm yours?" Your eyebrow twitches up as you smirk down at him. He gulps, reaches up and cups your cheek.

"I guess, that's a good point." He says, voice a little higher than normal.

"I thought so." You twitch your nose at him, press a soft kiss to his lips, both of you smiling when you hum into at the same time.

You lower yourself down and curl into his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you close as his thumb moves soothingly up under your shirt sleeve.

"Mine huh?" He whispers above you.

"Yep. Yours. You'll never get rid of me now." You snuggle deeper into his chest, your arm tugging him closer, tucking your hand beneath him, wiggling your fingers against him util he squirms, a little laugh bubbling out of him. His fingers press deeper into your arm before he moves his hand up to cradle your neck instead, fingers resting on the mark he'd made, gentle, so he doesn't hurt you.

"Wouldn't dream of getting rid of you. Keeping you forever." He says quietly, his voice soft and slow with sleep.

You smile against his chest, move yourself up a bit and tuck your face into his neck. You watch him smile at the movement, tucking you in closer to him as you both sink deeper into his sheets, tangled together, from head to foot. His fingers pressed to your skin where he'd torn it open with his teeth, his touch soft, and safe, and yours.

Requested and written for @jozstankovich my beloved. 💛💙💛

#my writing #baron lamram x reader #baron lamram fic #baron lamram x gn reader #baron lamram x gender neutral reader #baron lamram x you #my fic #mine

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yuulina-vre · 1 year

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Robbery

Summary: Y/N is robbed and filled with panic. Only one person can make her feel better. It helps that he's giving the best hugs.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word count: 1.5k words

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Y/N walks slowly through the nightly streets. Much slower than she usually would, but staring at the phone screen does that to people. A yawn slips past her lips as she absentmindedly follows the street on her way home, not paying attention to traffic and the few passengers as she furiously types out message after message so her friend would finally quit bugging her for details on her relationship. It’s nothing new; everybody knows her boyfriend, the story of how they met, and how it’s going so far. Just one particular person wants to know every teeny tiny bit of information. It’s annoyingly endearing. Y/N doesn’t mind as much as she acts to. She even is a bit flattered; otherwise, she wouldn’t type back, and her best friend knows that. Since the conservation takes all her attention, she’s startled as a rough hand grabs her shoulder, pulling her sideways into a dark alleyway. She squeaks in surprise, her phone clattering to the ground somewhere as she instinctively struggles against the unknown hand.

A second hand presses hard against her mouth, closing up her airways before she can even let out another real scream. Another pair of hands rips hardly at her shoulder. It hurts a lot; something digs hard into her shoulder, the person’s nails scraping hard on her skin, leaving stinging marks.

She whimpers, trying to focus on who’s in front of her. The alley is dark; the light of a streetlight doesn’t reach far into it and barely manages to illuminate the man in front of her. She notices he’s wearing dark clothes, a hood covering his hair. The only thing she can clearly see is that he’s having a beard. With the panic cursing through her veins, she isn’t able to make out anything else.

Another hard tug on her shoulder makes her cry out in pain.

Another hard tug on her shoulder makes her cry out in pain. The tugs get frantic and harder with each passing second, and Y/N’s mind tries to scramble for a conclusion on what they want from her arm. Do they want to rip it off? Dislocate it?

Then it hits her.

The bag!

They want her bag. She doesn’t really know how, but she loosens her body as much as she can while still struggling against the bulky man in front of her. Her bag slips more easily from her arm, but it still hurts a lot. Tears are blurring her vision; her ears are filled with the rushing of her own blood. One of the men says something, but Y/N’s so consumed in her struggle to break free that she doesn’t hear anything. The hands on her arms loosen just a tiny bit.

In her panic, she sobs and tries to really fight the grip she’s in with kicks and punches. She barely registers as few curses as a fist connects hard with her cheekbone. She cries out loud. Loud enough to make her attacker curse even more.

She hopes it was loud enough so someone passing by would notice what’s happening. Her hand cups her hurting cheek, tears now falling freely. She tries to swallow her sobs as the man in front of her threatens her with more punches.

Now that her first shock slowly ebbs away, her mind clears a bit and falls into overdrive to figure out how to get out of this. Spencer told her time and time again what might happen to women walking alone on the streets, and he gave her enough tips to free herself should she ever be alone. Sadly, none of those manage to pop up right now.

The man still holding her screams something in a language she doesn’t know, but it doesn’t seem like he’s talking to her, though he does have a knife in his hand. The bit of light reflects on it. Another rush of panic and adrenaline pushes through her body. Her instinct for survival kicks in, and with what little power she has, she takes all her bravery and kicks her legs as hard as she can against everything she can reach of this man.

And she has luck.

The man groans, his grip leaving her enough so she can struggle free. She doesn’t think about it; she just turns and runs, tears blurring her sight and sense of where she’s going. But nothing matters more to her now than getting away from these men, from the alley, from the streets.

She runs, stumbling over garbage on the ground, and finally reaches the street again, where the streetlights shine on her. She continues running, sobbing, and trying to get home.

Before she knows what’s happening, she collides with something that quickly holds her. “No! No, let me go! Let me go!” She struggles again, fearing being caught again, and this time, they might actually kill her. She hopes someone will notice her distress and come to her rescue, but she notices that just a few people are around, none of them looking at her.

“Hey, hey! Y/N, it’s me!”

“No, please...” She’s now really sobbing, the words not registering in her mind. All she feels are these hands and her hurting cheek and shoulder. All she hears are screams and running footsteps. “No, no…” She struggles again at hearing people come closer. “Y/N!” The hands tighten, making her whimper but the voice… the voice is soft, pleading. “Look at me, please. It’s me. It’s Spencer.”

“S-Spence?” Her eyes rise slowly, hope filling her mind until she sees the face in front of her. It’s blurry, but the scheme she can see resembles him. Fluffy hair, concerned façade, tall. A new series of sobs leave her lips, but this time of relive and security. If Spencer is here, then she’s safe. She entirely falls into his arms, this time willingly accepting the hands on her body, holding and comforting her. “What happened, sweetheart?” Running footsteps come closer, someone shouts, and Y/N instantly tenses, sobbing in panic again, hands clinging to Spencer’s shirt. Spencer seems to notice because, in a flash, he spins them around, so Y/N leans against the brick wall of the house beside them, and Spencer leans over her, still comforting but also shielding her from prying and searching eyes. “Shh, it’s okay; I got you,” Spencer whispers silently and soothing into her ear. Hands rub softly over her back as the footsteps grow louder and closer. Only to go past them and further away. All her power leaves her then. Her knees buckle under her weight, but Spencer is there, holding her up and slowly guiding her down onto the ground.

“It’s okay; I got you. You’re safe now.”

She doesn’t know how long they sit there like this. She soaks up every touch Spencer provides her and listens to his heartbeat as he guides her head against his chest to comfort her further. She only really registers what’s happening as lights flash in front of her. Someone’s kneeling beside her and Spencer, talking to him, other people walk around. She looks up at Spencer and is met with his soft brown eyes. “Hey, there you are.”

“Spence? What…”

“I called Derek, and he got an ambulance. You panicked pretty badly and wouldn’t react to anything. Also, police are here to sort through what happened.”

“Oh.” Her eyes wander from him to the man kneeling beside her, only now really noticing his paramedic uniform. “Hey, sugar. Can I look at your cheek real quick? It looks quite painful.” She nods, but her grip on Spencer tightens as the paramedic slowly reaches forward.

Assessing her cheek and shoulder takes only a few more minutes, but most time is consumed as Y/N struggles to hold onto Spencer as the paramedic suggests taking her to the hospital just to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion. It needs Spencer almost to carry her to the gurney and load her at all times so she’s calm enough to get transported. The rest of the dive and what follows goes by in a blur.

It's only hours later that Y/N’s lying in a hospital bed, the saline line connected to her arm and Spencer right next to her, letting her cuddle up to him. Her eyes are droopy, heavy with exhaustion and fatigue from the leaving adrenaline. Spencer seems content to just hold her, caressing her arm while whispering facts about robberies and injury recovery into her ear to softly lull her to sleep.

She knows there will be nightmares as soon as her head starts procession the events of this night, but for now, Y/N is content just lying there with the love of her life.

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