#bc watching someone enjoy it is the more satisfying than tasting it yourself

[runningmunson]

Hii!! If requests are open could I get an aemond and reader fic where theyre in an arranged marriage and she loves him but doesn't think he loves her back and she gets insecure bcs of what the people at court are saying?? happy ending and a love confession please! Thanks💕

The Life You Dreamed

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: insecurities?, angst to fluff

Masterlist

Falling in love with Aemond was as easy as breathing. He was a gentleman, strong, intelligent, and handsome. Everything you could want in a husband, he possessed. So no, falling for him wasn’t hard.

Continuing to love him, however, was like breathing in the cold morning air- difficult and painful. You could feel your chest tighten every time he resisted your attempts to show him how you loved him. Whether it was the many times he pulled his hand away from yours or when you begged him to join you at night only to wake as the sun rose to find he never went to bed with you. He could be gentle and kind one day, then distant and harsh the next. 

Just like your lungs so desperately craved air, you crave to feel Aemond’s love. 

It was one of those latter days where he would perform his duty the way he was taught but show no real care towards you. He escorted you, arms linked, into the hall where the royal family was celebrating the name day of Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Your chair was pulled out, and his hand led you to sit next to his mother. Short pleasantries were made before the food was served.

Not long after, the music and dancing commenced. Alicent made her way around to greet all the Lords and Ladies who came to celebrate. Aegon, who was already drunk before the event started, had surprisingly dragged Helaena to the dance floor. That left you and your husband alone at the table. He had barely even said more than a few words to you since you got there. You had hoped he would ask you to dance, but you were not so lucky. 

You felt the disappointment creep in as you watched the happy faces of those dancing in front of you. How you only wished to feel Aemond’s arms around you as you danced around the room, to have a taste of the joy these people must have felt. 

You were drawn out of your thoughts to find Lord Tully standing in front of you. You figured he was there to talk to Aemond but left shocked when he held his hand out and asked for you to dance. You turned your head to see Aemond’s reaction and saw nothing but his typical neutral exterior, so you stood and walked around the table to accept his request. 

“I would be happy to dance with you, Lord Tully,” you smiled brightly at him. He led you to the dance floor and placed one hand on your waist while the other grabbed your hand. You spun around the room together, laughing at one another's jokes and enjoying each other's company. 

It wasn’t often that a man seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say, so you tried to take advantage of the moment. However, it was hard to ignore the harsh stare of Aemond. If he didn’t like it, then he should have just asked me to dance, you thought.

After a few dances, you grew tired. “I think I am going to sit this one out and grab a drink.” 

You walked toward a table that housed the wine and poured yourself a drink. There was a small group of ladies not far from the table. You could hear bits and pieces of their conversation.

“I heard someone spotted the prince leaving a brothel the other night yet again,” Lady Tyrell spoke. This piqued your interest, knowing you liked to hear occasional gossip of the people in the courts. You figured they must be talking about Aegon. It was common knowledge that your brother, by marriage, was not faithful to his wife and often sought comfort in wine and women.

“Maybe that is why her belly has yet to swell with child despite them being wed for some time. The poor girl can't possibly satisfy a real man such as himself,” Lady Tyrell continued, causing the other ladies to giggle. 

You were confused at first. Aegon already had children with Helaena, so the only other prince is Aemond. Tears began to form in the corner of your eyes when you realized they were talking about you and your husband. Why would Aemond be visiting a brothel? You no longer felt well and wanted to leave.

Your eyes searched the room for Alicent and found her with Aemond, who was still at the head table. Your feet carried you over there as you tried to force your tears away. “Your grace, I am not feeling well and wish to retire for the night.”

“Of course, dear. I hope you feel well soon,” she pulled you into a hug.

“I shall accompany you then,” Aemond said and stood from his seat.

You shook your head, “That is not necessary, my prince. I do not wish to take you away from your niece and nephew’s party. My handmaiden will attend to me.”

Aemond raised his brow when you called him my prince. You haven't called him that since before you were wed after he requested you call him by his name. He took notice of your shining eyes in the candlelight and your withdrawn posture and knew something was wrong. 

“I would still like to accompany you. If we may be excused, mother?” Aemond stood firm, almost begging you to challenge him. You gave in and bowed your head to the queen. He offered you his arm, but you turned away from him and made your way to your chambers, knowing he followed not far behind. 

Aemond closed the door once you made it inside. You paced nervously, afraid to confront him about what you heard. He spoke up, “What troubles you?”

“Have you been visiting brothels?” you asked bluntly.

“What?”

“I overheard Lady Tyrell say people have witnessed you leave a brothel. She figures that is why I have yet to bear your children, that you visit those horrible places because I cannot satisfy you,” you could feel your throat tighten as a sob threatened to come out. 

Aemond stormed over to you, “That is rich coming from Lady Tyrell, seeing as her Lord husband has fathered several bastard children. And no, I have not been visiting brothels. I have been with no other woman but you since we wed. I am not my brother and truly offended that you think so lowly of me.”

“Then why do we not have children yet? Why do you refuse to bed me most of the time? There has to be some logic for all of this!” you cried out.

“I do not believe this to be the true reason you are upset. What else troubles you so much that you falsely accuse me of something so vile?” Aemond was beginning to get angry at this point. He did not like when his integrity was questioned. 

“I mourn, Aemond! I mourn for the life I wish to have,” you said but didn’t look at him. Your red-rimmed eyes were faced toward the window. 

“You mean a life without me as your lord Husband?” Aemond stared at you with a clenched jaw, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. 

You shook your head, “I think you are mistaken. I mourn for the life I wish to have with you.”

“What do you mean by that?” He questioned.

“Aemond, I desire nothing more than to have a happy and loving marriage with you. I don’t want to question whether I am the only woman you share your bed with. I want to have your children together and grow old with you. It has been difficult for me to come to terms with the fact that it will never happen,” you sighed. Tears flowed free and landed on your cheeks as you let the pain crush your heart once more. 

“Why- why would you desire that with me?” Aemond stared at you in shock. He couldn’t believe you possibly wanted a real life with him. You turned to face him. 

You walked over to him and placed your hand on his face, slowly running your thumb down his cheek, “I love you, Aemond. I do not know why it is such a surprise that someone other than your family by blood could ever love you. I know I do not have your love, but that is a burden I have to carry alone.” 

“Oh, my sweet wife. The only one who is mistaken is you. I have all but yearned to hear these words from your lips, for you to say you feel the way I do,” Aemond felt his anger fade, and relief flooded his body. 

“You love me?”

“Yes, I love you. I have from the moment I laid my eyes upon you,” he took hold of your hands.

“But why can you be so cold sometimes? Why is it so hard for you to show me you love me like I have been trying to do to you?” you questioned, wanting nothing more but to understand him.

“I do not know how to show love. I’ve never had an example of what true love should look like and only ever known how my parents treated each other and me and my siblings. But truly, it is no fault but my own, and I am sorry for how I acted. I am so sorry that you have had to question my love for you,” his face turned into a frown, embarrassed at his actions.

He continued, “I want nothing more than the life you dream for us. I want days spent in bed making love to you. I want to dance the night away with you. I want a family with you, to watch our children grow up and have children of their own. I want to spend every day loving you as we grow old together.”

You couldn’t help but cry at his admission, knowing you prayed to the gods every night for this moment. “Do you promise?”

“I swear on my life that I will give you everything you have ever wanted as long as I am by your side,” he wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer, placing his lips on yours. You spent the night dreaming of the rest of your life together. 

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Taglist: @cullenswife , @wrendermeuseless , @darylandbethfanforever9

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[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐨

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Your Cardinal is simply irresistible when he's needy and pliant beneath you. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Cardinal Terzo x Male!Reader 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI or I will come to your house and make sure your pillows are always uncomfortable and you always step on Legos when you get out of bed in the morning). Unprotected anal sex (wrap it before you tap it and be responsible yall!), use of the pet name 'princess' for Terzo, Cardinal Terzo being a submissive bottom, some sappy sentimental stuff at the end because it's still Valentine's Day somewhere in the world goddamn it. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2168 words. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 The council (my discord ghesties) hath spoken, so my (technically late) Valentine's gift to yall is some Cardinal Terzo and Male!Reader. I've really been wanting to write more Male!Reader stuff especially as someone who is queer and more aligned with "maleness" (listen idk at this point my gender could be Tobias Forge's velvet shoes it's a wild time lmao). This hasn't been proofread bc I wanted to get it out while it was still Valentine's somewhere in the world. 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

Your Cardinal had pulled you into the vestry once Papa Primo’s service had ended, waiting until his elder brother had left. Terzo had no trouble coming up with a quick lie about why you were entering, reasoning that it was his turn to clean the room and had enlisted your assistance to do so. Primo didn’t look convinced but he didn’t care enough to press the issue either, sighing and telling the two of you to be hasty and lock the room up once you were finished.

A hand clad in leather wrapped around your wrist, your lover had practically yanked your arm out of its socket to get you into the vestry with him the moment his brother’s back was turned. However, his façade of dominance cracked and crumbled apart the moment the lock clicked and your hand wrapped around his throat, not tight enough to bruise or block his airways but just the way he liked it: firm fingers pressing into either side of his neck. Just a taste of danger and the precipice of pleasure.

Your hand is his favourite necklace.

Now, as Terzo lays naked on the vestry’s altar, you admire your handywork. Beautiful bites and flushed skin shining with spit adorns his thighs, torso, and neck. One of the marks on the smooth expanse of his neck is darker than the others and you smirk with the knowledge that it will likely form a delicious bruise in the coming days. You were merciful in placing it nearer his collarbone so he could cover it up but next time you won’t be so generous.

“Caro, please,” your Cardinal whimpers, his fingers threaded through his own hair to resist reaching down disobediently to touch himself. His hardened cock, thick and long, twitches as a pearl of precum leaks from the neglected tip. It’s a pretty shade of red you think to yourself as you admire his debauched form below you.

You hum as you stroke your own dick, enjoying the thrill of having so much power over someone above your ranking in the ministry. You gently squeeze the head with each upward stroke and let out a satisfied sigh that makes Terzo groan and throw his head back, eyes closed. Oh no, you won’t be having any of that.

Leaning over your lover, you use your free hand to bat away his hands and grab a few strands of hair, tugging enough to make him gaze at you with wide eyes. “You would look away from your master, princess? After you were asked so nicely to watch?”

He shakes his head the best he can with your fingers tangled in his jet black locks. “I’m sorry, caro. I won’t look away again, I promise.”

“Oh, my poor boy. So desperate for my touch that you’d promise me the world if you could. Isn’t that right? You’d do anything to feel my hand on your cock and my dick up your ass, wouldn’t you?”

Terzo nods, eyes shining with unshed tears. “Please, I’ll do anything you desire.”

Your lips curl into a smile. Perhaps you can continue to show him some mercy for today. It’s a special day after all.

You softly kiss his lips before pulling away, standing upright once more as you line your tip up to his already well-prepared hole. “For today, just continue to look at me with those pretty eyes of yours. We can rectify your behaviour another day.”

Terzo mewls, trying not to squirm as he stares down at where your head kisses his entrance. You lightly slap it against his pucker a couple of times, revelling in the way your lover bites his lip and his cock drips more precum at both the sight and sensation of it. You admire the way the black paint on his top lip has smudged and smeared from your kisses prior, the makeup around his eyes no longer sporting clean and crisp outlines. He truly is a masterpiece. You wish you could have a painting of this exact moment to hang on the wall of his bedroom, reminding him of exactly who owns his pleasure and who’s made a mess of him.

Your lips part as your head slips through his hole, coaxing a moan out of you both. His inner walls squeeze around you as you gradually slide in deeper, watching his face the entire time as he fights not to close his eyes. He props himself up on his elbows to get a better view and gasps when you inch deeper inside. You take hold of one of his legs and throw it over your shoulder, your tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip as you finally bottom out, your balls touching the smooth skin of his ass.

“Oh cazzo, you’re so big,” he groans, gaze fixated on where your bodies join.

You give the ankle that’s resting on your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “You’re doing so well for me, princess. Taking my cock like a good boy. Would you like me to move or do you need a moment?”

Terzo’s eyes flicker up to catch yours for a moment before returning focus to his lower half. “Please move. I need… I need…”

“What do you need?” You cup his face, thumb caressing his cheek. “What do you need from me?”

He’s quiet for a moment, stuck in his thoughts. You’ve seen this before when he starts to feel sentimental and needy. He still hasn’t become accustomed to being able to tell you what he needs from you, still learning about what he can and can’t say to you. You’ve told him before that he can tell you anything he wants, encouraged him to do so in fact, but there’s only so much you can prod a people pleaser. He has to come to that realisation fully on his own. For now, you’ll be patient with him.

Your Cardinal finally allows himself to speak up once you press your lips against his in a tender kiss, your movements slow but deliberate. Trying to reassure him with your actions as well as your words that he can trust you to look after him and he can trust himself to let you.

“Please, touch me. I need to feel you.”

You smile proudly at him and peck his lips once more before you bring your hand down from his face to his cock and stroke it languidly, thrusting in and out of him at a slow and gentle pace. You’d half expected him to demand that you pound him into the altar, eager to please you instead of seeking out what he needs. It’s a small step but progress is progress, and your Cardinal is learning. He clings to your forearms, digging his fingers in as he tries his best to continue watching you fuck into him. His dedication and determination to follow the order you gave him are endearing, but right now you want him to look somewhere else.

“Eyes up, princess,” you coo. “I’d like to see your pretty eyes while I show you how wonderful you make me feel.”

He gasps, mismatched eyes meeting yours as you begin to rock into him a little harder and faster. Your hand on his dick picks up speed to match your movements and you squeeze where you know he likes it the most. It has him clenching around you, creating a delectable friction as you drag along his inner walls. Gasps and whimpers fall from his mouth as his eyes survey your face. Not for the first time, you find yourself doing the same. You take in the sparse smattering of freckles along his cheeks and forehead from when he played out in the sun as a kid. You see the faint beginnings of wrinkles, especially around his eyes from all the times he’s laughed and smiled that beautiful smile that you’ve not yet admitted to him makes your stomach flutter. You can see where his dimples form when he graces you with that smile, the tiny dips forming as he unleashes a louder moan.

“Shit, right there, caro. There and harder, please,” he pleads.

You’re more than happy to oblige, fucking into him with more force but keeping your pace the same. The leg that was spread on the altar wraps around your waist and you feel the hell of his foot press against your ass, desperate to take you as deep as he can. Your thumb rubs the underside of his tip and more precum streams out. You feel from the way that he begins to shake that he’s getting close but trying to hold back. It’s cute how he forces himself not to cum until you’re on the edge. However, today you don’t want him to wait.

“It’s okay, baby. Let go. Cum for me.”

He shakes his head, but his body continues to quake.

“Terzo.” The way you say his name has him making eye contact with you. “I want you to cum. Can you be a good boy and do that for me? Be my good princess?”

The moment you call him ‘princess’, a pet name that neither of you had expected him to enjoy so much, he finally begins to spill his hot load between your bodies with a cry. You feel some of it coat your hand during and upwards stroke and continue to milk him until he finally stops, his seed sticky and wet.

You start fucking into him faster, chasing your own release now. You can feel yourself getting closer, approaching the edge but not quite toppling over it. Your brows furrow as you change the angle of your thrusts, Terzo’s mewling barely registering in the back of your mind. It’s only when he clenches around you with each thrust that you finally reach your climax, shuddering and grunting as you paint his insides with your cum. Your movements become sloppy and less co-ordinated as you allow yourself to bask in your pleasure until you can’t cum anymore.

You’re both panting when you pull out of your Cardinal, your legs shaky as you step back. The two of you watch as your load starts to leak out of him and you pick some of it up with your thumb before pressing it to his lips. You don’t need to tell him what to do, his tongue flicking out to lap it up before sucking the digit into his mouth with a lascivious moan. It’s almost enough to make you shove your cock back in and pound him into the altar.

Almost.

“You did so well for me, Terzo,” you praise him, slipping your thumb out of his mouth and offering him a proud grin. “Thank you for telling me what you needed and letting me look after you. You’re such a good boy. You know that, right?”

He blinks up at you, his expression hesitant. You worry for a moment that you’ve done something wrong. Hurt him or pushed him too far. You take both of his hands in yours and stroke his knuckles, not forcing him to tell you but remaining quiet so that he knows you’re willing to listen if he’s comfortable enough to open up. His mouth opens a couple of times as if he’s about to say something but then stops himself before he can. It’s on his fourth attempt to speak that he actually succeeds.

“Do you love me, caro?”

The question is unexpected, but not necessarily a surprise. He’s been pensive this past week, often losing himself in his thoughts when you’re alone together. You’ve not pried or pushed, knowing that he’ll talk to you if and when he’s ready. Considering what today is, it’s not a surprise at all that he’s asking.

You drop his hands to cup his face. “I love you. Very much so.”

He beams and exhales, the tension that had been building in his shoulders immediately dissipating. “I love you too. A lot.”

You give him a chaste kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. You don’t dare deepen it lest the two of you get carried away and make even more of a mess of the vestry. “Why don’t we clean up here and then head back to your room? You can have one of your ghouls bring up some food and I’ll run you a nice, hot bath. Does that sound good?”

He purrs, one of his hands reaching down to softly squeeze your ass. It makes you jump and he smirks in response.

“And perhaps I can give you your Valentine’s gift while we’re up there, hm? There’s a lovely little toy up there just waiting to be used. I’m sure we could both get some use out of it before the night is over, si?”  

You hum and kiss him again, this time biting his lower lip and giving it a teasing tug that elicits a gasp from him.

“I think I’d like that. Very much so, in fact.”

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[ifidiedinadream]

Dirty BC Fantasy Delivery:

(What if your friends gift you something special for Ystävänpäivä ?! 😏)

After work you get a call from Joonas to come to his place, it's nothing unusual since you always spend the 14.02. with him and some other friends. When you arrive, the other guys are already there, greeting you happily. But you soon notice that someone of the band is missing, Joel.

Thinking he might be busy, you let Joonas and Olli lead you into the bedroom, eyes closed so you don't see your gift right away. When you are allowed to open them you can't believe what you have in front of you.

It's Joel spread out on the bed, bound in red ropes with a neatly tied Shibari pattern across his chest and thighs, hands above his head. His cheeks turn red the moment you lock eyes with him.

Olli asks you if you want some alone time with him (having a closer look of your gift and using it for the first time) but you think it's only fair if you let them enjoy the show as a thank you.

You tell them to get the others, before kneeling down on Joel's side, softly speaking to him, asking for consent and telling him how beautiful he is.

You begin to lightly touch Joels' chest between the ropes, his skin is soft, the ropes rough against your hands and the little sighs and groans he lets out makes your stomach flutter. You lean in to kiss him and can't help it but moan into his mouth, he's even hotter like this and the anticipation of finally having him in front of you like this, after years of fantasising about him, drives you crazy.

Your hand slowly wanders down to wrap around his cock, stroking him lightly until he's leaking with precum. You part from him to pay attention to his dick, wanting a taste of it.

But you can't suck him for long, the throbbing in your, now soaked panties, getting too much. So, you get up quickly undressing yourself. With the others watching you let yourself sink down on Joels', him licking and sucking eagerly at you from the start, tasting and swallowing your wetness. You don't want to come like this but you also can't help it, you ride out your first high coming against his lips.

You need a minute to catch your breath, Joonas being the good friend he is serving both of you and Joel some water. You clean Joels face before kissing him again and you don't part from his lips until you are seated on his cock. Riding his dick is even more fun because now you can look at his handsome face, with his lips still pink and puffy from eating you out.

Your moans mix with the grunts and groans of the guys who have now all started to palm themselves while enjoying your show.

And it turns you on so much that your orgasm hits you sooner than you would have liked, but you continue riding him wanting to see him come as well. So, you go on praising him until his moans get breathy and higher and his eyes roll back, his hot seed inside you almost pushing you ever the edge again.

Once you got your breath back you look around you, seeing most of the boys have cum as well expect for Aleksi and Olli. And because you are a good friend and love to share you tell them to ha ve their way with him.

They turn him around so his ass is up now, and Aleksi settles behind him, slowly stretching him out. You sit down on the other side of him, looking at his face, caressing his cheek while you tell him to be good for them. When Aleksi is ready to enter him from behind, you wave Olli over to kneel down next to you. Both push themselves inside him at the same time, causing Joel to moan around Ollis dick. They fuck him roughly and you never knew you would enjoy this view so much.

After they are done with him, they also leave the room to clean themselves up, you stay with Joel, loosening the ties around his wrists. He instantly wraps his arms around you and you hold him tightly, placing a kiss to his forehead.

You let him drift off in your arms, smiling softly at the worn out but satisfied expression on his face.

He's yours now and you'll take good care of him.

- 🌹

i love how the kinkiness is mixed with sweetness here. my kind of smut honestly 🥵🥵🥵 joel would look so good ridden and tied up 😳

#answered #fantasies

[lotti-lyric]

Hello! I'm here to request a romantic MHA matchup if you could please! I'm a 16 year old female but I look and act mature for my age(due to trauma) so I often get mistaked as an 18 year old or even older sometimes. Some good qualities of mine are maturity, level headedness, and then I can be motherly. Some bad traits can include bluntness, coming off as cold, and stubbornness. I'm an introvert so i hate being around crowds and speaking infront of people I also have social anxiety so that doesn't help... I would much prefer staying at home watching anime and petting my pets than going out... More of my fun and loud side comes out around my friends or the right people. My hobbies or things I enjoy include hanging out with friends, swimming, listening to music, art, laying in bed on my phone, animals(I want to work with animals as a job), watching anime, the ocean(I love water if I could choose a quirk it would be water based), stargazing(I love galaxies, the moon and stars I find everything so fascinating), the colors black, blue, purple, then finally goth/emo style and aesthetic! Some dislikes of mine are bananas, P.E./sports(volleyball is okay tho), and men/father figures in my life-. My music taste includes the artists, The Neighborhood, Girl In Red, The Arctic Monkeys, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Alec Benjamin, Corpse, and Conan Gray! I'm bisexual/omnisexual so either gender could work but in mha I lean towards having stronger crushes on the guys and only some lighter crushes on the girls so do with that what you will. Traits I dislike in others are immaturity, impatience, disrespect, pushing boundaries, and not listening. Traits I look for in others are respect, kindness, understanding, patience, and humor. A bit about my appearance is I have longish black hair, pale skin, freckles, i'm a bit chubby, and tall(5'8). Im also very insecure and I doubt myself a lot but I'm trying to work on that! Some love languages include words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch and sometimes acts of service. I have mental and physical health issues so I would need someone who could accept and be able to handle that. I would also need someone that would accept that I have trauma as well. I would want this relationship to be a two way thing so its very important that they give the same effort I'm giving into the relationship. I would prefer not to be matched with Denki, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami or any adult since I'm a minor. I think thats it... I'm sorry if I missed anything you needed or if this is to long! I understand if you don't get to me right away! I hope your having a nice day! Thank you!

charlotte’s interlude 💗- hi!! i’m so sorry for the delay!! i hope you enjoy this match, it was super fun to write!! you sound so cool, take care of yourself! have a great one!

warnings; anxiety mention, animals, swearing, insecurity

i match you with…

Shoto Todoroki

this for you both!! ^

he loves how level headed you are, you’re a real pillar of stability for him

he isn’t too fond of crowds either so you both prefer to have dates indoors, stargazing on a balcony or listening to music and just laying together

when you’re comfortable with talking, he loves listening!! he could listen to you, a small satisfied smile on his face for hours

“Oh, it’s nothing love. Please continue :)”

he’s so amazed by your knowledge of animals!! he’s just so impressed and finds your devotion so damn cool

your pets love him bc he always brings toys and such 💗

he thinks it’s so cool you can swim as well as you do!! you look so graceful he’s so weak for you

he always does what he can to help with your self esteem! he’s so proud of you!!

“You amaze me everyday. You’re doing astoundingly, darling.”

you both mutually work on yourselves together!! your relationship is very much a two way street

you understand each other, everything is mutual and genuine and it’s just so pure!!

#bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha fanfic #bnha hcs #bnha x self insert #mha x reader #bnha matchups #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha hcs #bnha fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha matchup #mha matchups #mha matchup #bnha todoroki #shoto todoroki #bnha shouto #bnha shoto todoroki

[thetypingpup]

tysm for answering my questions!! tbh i asked cuz i'm goin thru my own bouts of insecurity. my imposter syndrome is so severe i still think every like/reblog/follow i get is a bot, someone is playing a joke on me about anyone rly reading my stuff, much less liking it

omg that's so wild that u feel like ur not a big writer or that ur fics go unnoticed t-t i think ur such a good writer, such amazing prose, so many amazing ideas

and tbrh i think a lot of writers feel what u feel. i rly feel it sometimes. feeling like, how come what i write doesn't seem to have anyone into it?? are my kinks/tastes that rare/boring/weird? rly??

for me yeah some things i just can't write cuz either i have no interest to write it or it's something I don't think i can write well and like, that's ok. i used to wonder if I should write stuff I'm not feeling but tbh i just can't. gotta have passion to get me going. keep doing u! u've got readers who love ur stuff!! better to get readers who get u and ur passions than to write things u don't like imo!! <3

it's been like that in whatever writing sphere i'm in. in the fandoms i write for on here, i have a certain amounts of followers and get a certain amount of notes, and my moots get way more notes and have way more followers. i used to be caught up in that for a while and admittedly it took me a long time to get out of it. it's easy to get caught up bc i would watch damn near everyone around me get hundreds or even thousands of notes, and meanwhile i was lucky if i broke 300.

the other part of it is for me, i've always found that the more effort i put into something, the less notes it gets. the "how dream would eat pussy" post is the highest amount of notes i ever got, and admittedly that was me halfheartedly throwing thoughts together. meanwhile in the years i've been on here, i never even made it to 600 before. the only reason i haven't deleted it yet is bc of the amount of notes it got bc i've never gotten that much before and i just keep it around to remind myself that it's possible. but honestly it's always been like that, where the work i actually like and put a lot of effort into doesn't get much interaction, but the random bullshit i scribble out and frankly don't really care about and lowkey wanna delete gets all the notes. it's been like that for years i just had to begrudgingly accept it. as long as i'm proud of it then that's all that really matters, and of course i can keep reblogging it like "hey! look at this! i like this thing i wrote! please read it!" until people get sick of me 😅.

i 100% get feeling out of place based on personal taste and kinks and the like. i know for me, i look around like "oh wow, this is the wave people on, and i've very much not with that shit is something up with me?" y'all know me, my pet peeves and triggers get real specific and it makes it difficult to find stuff i can enjoy, so being surrounded by the opposite of what i want damn near all the time has had an effect on me i cannot lie. i always feel like i'm alone in my thoughts and what i like until i have people come in and tell me they resonate with what i wrote. that's the shit that keeps me going and reminds me that i'm not posting to the void and that i'm not alone, so to anyone out there, please interact with and talk to your local writers. you have no idea how much even something simple as some kind words or expressing interest motivates us. we need comfort and reassurance too 😭

at the end of the day it's always better to stick to what you're comfortable with, bc if you don't and you get whatever attention you're gonna get, at the end of the day you're gonna be the one unhappy and feeling some type of way and you shouldn't do that to yourself. i've done that, and i would end up deleting popular shit bc i wasn't satisfied with it, and that's truly all that matters. speaking of which, i gotta do another quality control purge see what work i actually still stand by 🤔

i can assure you that the people who do support you definitely aren't bots. they're people who genuinely like your work and wanna let you know how much they enjoyed it. cherish those. imo those comments and reblogs of people telling you what they liked about your work and why are always better than numbers. save them for when you have those days where imposter syndrome or insecurity pop up, to remind yourself that you're doing a good job and other people think so too. i'm wishing the best for you anon!

[jungwonenthusiast]

This is my first time here so I'm new but 2 & 15 Jay prompt (hard dom) female reader😣 Jay would say it...

A/N: I’m not really satisfied with this one, I feel like it isn’t good enough but I hope you still enjoy it. I also made Jay more of a soft dom bc I thought it fit the concept more but I tried to add a bit of degradation here and there :)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), very slight degredation

Word count: 1.9 k

Tonight was the night, you could feel it. You’ve been dating Jay for a while and of course you’ve fantasized about it a lot, but you never felt like you were truly ready until now.

You’re watching a movie in your room when you lean over to peck his jaw. This earns no reaction so you move to his neck and kiss down until you reach the collar of his shirt.

“What’s up with you today?” he chuckles as you struggle to get his attention.

“I missed you.” you say and kiss him softly on the lips.

“I saw you yesterday.” he smiles.

“Still.” you kiss him harder this time and he finally gets the notice.

He pulls you onto his lap and sets his glasses on the nightstand.

You’ve made out before but it was usually more playful and just a way to show affection. This time it’s passionate and it’s evident that you both want something.

Your breathing gets a little heavy when his lips find your neck. He bites you softly and you giggle.

His hands sneak up your top and gently rub your sides.

He tastes like a woodfire and lust and you want him so bad that you can’t help but rock your hips against his. He smiles against your lips.

“This is new.” he says quietly and you giggle.

You feel a bit nervous and giddy but even more than that, excited.

“I think I’m ready.” you tell him and he cocks a brow.

“For what?”

“You know what.” you shove his shoulder a bit.

His eyes light up. “Really? Are you sure?”

You giggle again. He makes you very giggly. “Mhm.”

“You’re not just saying that because you think I want it right? I mean I do want it— a lot— but you know what I mean.”

You’ve never seen him nervous like this before. “Yes I’m sure. I’m saying it because I want it too.”

“Okay good,” he pecks your cheek. “Let’s continue shall we?”

You laugh and nod before crashing your lips against his.

He keeps one hand on your waist and the other on your chest, groping and massaging you.

After giving you a light hickey he flips you over so your back is on the bed. Just him doing that sends heat between your legs. You look so gorgeous displayed under him it gives him an instant hard on.

He kisses you and slides his knee between your thighs. Your breath hitches.

His hand trails from your chest up to your throat where he squeezes lightly. You let out a small moan and he smiles.

“I had a feeling you’d like that.” he says and kisses you again.

His knee has been pushing up on you for a bit, but now you’re craving something more. You grab his hand and place it at the band of your shorts.

“Do you need something?” he asks and you roll your eyes. “Don’t give me attitude, tell me what you want.”

Your sass is put to an end right away. You cave so easily under him. “Touch me please.”

“Attagirl.” he smiles and slips his fingers down the thin fabric.

Your whole body tenses once you feel him. It’s such a foreign feeling, having someone else touch you like this.

“Relax baby,” he kisses your neck. “I’ll make you feel good.” And he does.  

You moan at the first circle to your clit. You grip his wrist hard.

He smirks. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Stop it.” you whine and he chuckles.

“It’s cute.” he says and kisses you with zeal.

He pulls the collar on your shirt down so he can place a hickey on your collarbone.

How can he multitask so well? You ask yourself.

It’s soon when your thighs begin to tremble.

“Not yet, not yet baby.” he says and settles himself between your legs. Oh. Your knees fall together right on que and he laughs. “Stop that.”

“I’m shy~” you complain.

“Since when,” he says. “You’re usually so bold.”

After some words of encouragement he finally gets your legs spread.

He tugs your shorts off leaving you in just your underwear. He snaps the band. “These are nice.”

You laugh and kick him in the shoulder. “You’re ruining the mood.”

“I’m just being myself.” he says and kisses your thigh. The kisses get messier and open mouthed as they travel down.

He runs his tongue on the lining of your underwear and at this point you're on the verge of begging for it. You squirm under him and he nips at your skin.

“Patience.” he says and gives you a few more kisses before finally sliding your underwear off.

He pulls away to admire you for a moment. “Such a pretty cunt.”

You feel your cheeks burn red and you resist closing your legs again.

He holds you tight before dipping his head down and licking one stripe up your pussy. Your thighs tense. It was just one touch, how does it feel so good.

He feeds off your pleasure and continues to lick agonizingly slow circles on your clit, paying attention to when your thighs would clench and when you would tug at his hair.

Your sounds are so intoxicating he could swear you’re a siren luring him to his death. But if he were to die by making you feel like this, it’d be worth it.

Soon you're a shaking mess, grabbing at the sheets and rolling your hips over his mouth. And you’re seconds away from finishing when he pulls away, You have to hold yourself back from socking him in the jaw.

“What was that for?” you whine.

“What?” he tugs his shirt over his head. “Do I make you feel that good?”

What a prick. A really hot one, but still a prick.

“Yes,” you admit. “Please keep going.”

“Hold on sweetheart I have something better planned,” he unbuttons his jeans “now just lay there and be pretty for me.”

He pushes your thighs up and rubs the head of his cock against your clit.

“Fuck,” you whisper and he kisses you. You taste yourself on his lips; sweet and treacly.

He kisses your neck. “How bad do you want it?”

You nod. “Really bad.”

“I don’t believe you. Convince me.” he teases and of course, you fold.

“Please fuck me, you know I need it.”

You saying that makes him lose his mind a little bit. “That’s more like it.” he lines himself up with you before slowly pushing in.

After being edged for so long, you nearly cum from the feeling of being filled up.

“So fucking tight.” he growls into your neck.

He lets you adjust to his size before slowly thrusting into you. You grab at his back and let a moan escape your throat.

“Feels good huh?”

You nod pathetically and cover your face with hands.

He takes them off. “Don’t do that, I wanna see your pretty face.” you listen to him and try to ignore how exposed you feel. You’re comfortable because it’s Jay but it still feels so new.

You cling onto him and curse into his neck. “Keep going please.”

He smiles. “What a good slut, so desperate for this cock.”

Your eyes roll back as his tip hits your g-spot over and over again.

He kisses you before pounding into you, holding onto the headboard for leverage.

You let out a sultry whine and he groans.

“Touch yourself.” he says to you. “Show me how you like it.”

It makes you feel shy but you listen to him. Your fingers travel down to your clit and with him fucking you like this, you almost go insane from how good everything feels. Every touch and every word sends you into a euphoria that you’ve never felt before. You’re almost embarrassed about how he could get you like this.

“How long have you thought about me fucking you like this?” he asks.

“So long,” you say softly. “You’re so good.”

“Naughty,” he kisses your neck. “I never knew you were so bad.”

You start to feel the fire grow hotter and hotter in the pit of your stomach and you hold on to his arms as hard as you can.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Please make me cum.”

“Close already?” he chuckles “You’re easy to get off.”

“Please?” you ask with more desperation in your voice.

He smirks. “Does my baby need to cum that bad?” his hand finds your throat again. “Are you that much of a needy slut?”

His fake sympathy just makes you wetter. So wet that you can hear it every time he slams into you.

“Yes Jay, just please make me cum.” you beg him. The look in your face is so hopeless and enticing that he has so choice but to comply.

“Alright princess, only because you asked so nicely.” he starts to thrust into you faster. You can hear the bed frame rattling. “Keep rubbing your clit baby, that’s it.”

He’s so gorgeous with that fierce look in his eyes and his black hair hanging over his face. You hold tight onto his wrist as you start pulse around him.

“Fuck,” he moans quietly. “Cum on this cock, I know you can.”

You push all of your worries to the back of your head and stay focused on him. His cock thrusting in and out of you, the sound of your wet pussy, your juices being rubbed on your clit, the squeeze on your neck, and dirty words being whispered into your ear.

“Look at you all spread out for me like this like a little fuck doll.” he says and just like that, you're crying out, cumming so hard that you're on the verge of tears.

“That’s it,” he whispers to you. “What a good girl.” he kisses you slowly, wanting to give you his love in a way that can’t be communicated with words. You feel his love. It fills your chest with a golden light. He watches your face contort in pleasure and that alone sends him over the edge. “Fuck,” he groans.

He pulls out and wipes away the tears that started to spill out of your eyes. “Are you okay baby? Was I too rough?”

“No no,” you shake your head and giggle. “It just felt really good.”

“Your thighs are shaking so much.” he points out which you didn’t even notice until he did so.

You look away, blushing.

“Damn I guess I am good.” he says with a smug look on his face.

You roll your eyes. “Fuck off you ass.”

“What? There’s physical evidence.” he points at your legs. “I am a sex god.”

You fall back onto your back, laughing. “You’re such a goof.”

“And a sex god.” he says and you kick him.

“Quit it and go get me a towel.”

“Fine fine,” he backs off with a grin.

He tugs his clothes on before heading out the door.

You nearly pass out when you hear him say. “Yo Sunghoon guess what I just did?”

#enhypen smut #jay smut #jay park smut

[cultgambles]

Yeah She Bad Ain’t She

Why would I wanna keep her to myself

Dabi x Reader x Hawks

Wrote this in Hawks’ POV bc try new things. Enjoy! Also got inspired by some audios on gwa lol but what’s new.

Voyeurism, exhibitionism, public, threesome, mutual masturbation, one (1) gay joke, they/them pronouns for reader, afab tho

WC: 1794

Masterlist | Requests? open

The first time you step into the dingy bar of the LOV, you scrunch your nose at the smell. Cough into your fist, and scan the room with careful eyes. You see Tomura Shigaraki nursing a whiskey at the bar, Kurogiri behind it, Spinner chatting up Twice. Dabi is laid back on the couch, his arm slung around someone you don’t recognize.

“Hawks, our newest member!” Shigaraki says to the team. “Give him every hospitality.”

“Hey-yo!” you say, saluting leisurely as a greeting. Shigaraki introduces everyone, as if you don’t already know who everyone is. Except one person, the one cozied up to Dabi. They introduce themselves as [Y/N]. Someone you’ll have to research on later before you report back to the commission, which makes you sigh silently.

“Come sit! You’re in luck because tonight is movie night!” Twice says.

“Just tonight?” you ask, watching the rest of the members find seats around the small TV.

“Every Thursday!”

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Catch Me If You Can! About that American con artist,” [Y/N] says. “Pass me that blanket, would you?”

“Sounds interesting. And sure,” you say, tossing the Christmas themed blanket at them. You watch as they fluff it out on themselves and Dabi. You push over one of those lounge chairs and flop onto it. Shigaraki queues up Netflix and hits the play button.

About thirty minutes in, you hear [Y/N]. “Dabi, stop,” they whisper, smacking him on the arm lightly.

“What, I’m not doing anything at all.”

“Don’t act all innocent.” Out of your peripheral vision, you swear you see Dabi’s hand move under the blanket, ​​[Y/N]’s hand gripping his forearm.

“But don’t I make you feel good, baby?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions. The problem is everyone is here.”

“Not like we haven’t done something like this before,” he scoffs. “Look, we even got an audience.”

Your face flushes as you listen to their conversation. You barely hear a low groan from [Y/N]’s lips.

“Can y’all shut the fuck up? I’m trying to see what Frank’s gonna do!” Shigaraki fumes, whipping around. A look at Dabi. “Oh.”

“C’mon, boss, don’t pay attention to us, watch the movie,” [Y/N] says.

“This is free entertainment right here.”

[Y/N]’s hips jolt upwards. “You perv.”

“More moaning my name, less talking,” Dabi growls, ripping the blanket off [Y/N]. [Y/N]’s wearing a yellow sundress, that by now, is hitched up above their hips. Their panties are pushed to the side, showing their glistening sex. Dabi’s middle finger and ring finger disappear inside of them, his palm pressing against the clit roughly as he fingers them.

“I-Is this a normal occurrence?” you stutter, face turning the same color as your wings.

“P-pretty normal, yeah, oh, Dabi, right there!” [Y/N] trails off, grinding up for more friction.

“What can we say, we like to have fun here.”

By now, the other league members have turned around, movie be damned.

“How are y’all so casual about this?!”

“Don’t be like that, you’re having a good time too, bird brain,” Dabi smirks, eyes drifting to your growing erection.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap. But he’s not wrong, both of them have got you so enamored. You hear the squelch and squeaks, the quickening of breaths.

“Dabi, I need you, need your cock,” you barely hear them whisper.

“Of course, doll. Lay down,” Dabi smiles softly, planting a kiss on their lips.

You don’t know if you’d rather be him or [Y/N].

[Y/N] slips down, horizontal on the couch. You eye Dabi as he stands straighter, nimble fingers unclasping his belt and pulling his cock out. It shimmers slightly in the TV light. He drags his cock along their folds, gathering wetness. He taps it against them. Without warning, he slams into them, both letting out a guttural sound at the sensation. His pace is slow, he’s gripping [Y/N]’s hips as a smack smack smack rings out as their bodies meet.

Somewhere behind you, you hear a zipper unzipping. You’re tempted to too, but would that be too soon? Must be, since this is basically your first official day here.

But you don’t deny how good [Y/N] looks taking Dabi’s cock. Hair splayed out, breasts moving under that sundress. You want to rip the dress off of them. Tt hold, knead at the flesh, and lick at the pert nipple. Your eyes travel down their body, where [Y/N] takes him in so nicely. How would they taste, you wonder.

And what about Dabi? Just the size of him could choke you out.

Dabi’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. “C’mon, man, if you’re just gonna stare at them, why don’t you play?”

“Nothin’ wrong with lookin,’” you trail off.

You so want to. Badly.

“Hawwwwkkks,” [Y/N] moans. “Let me taste you. Taste me. Whatever.”

“You heard them,” Dabi drawls.

One beat, and suddenly you’re up, fast as lightning. “[Y/N], let me take your dress off.”

“Okay,” [Y/N] lifts their arms as you pull the dress up over their head, revealing the tantalizing and smooth skin. You toss the dress somewhere to the side of you and rip off your gloves. You kneel beside them on the floor, slotting your mouth against theirs in an open mouthed kiss. Your hands sneak up, massaging their breasts and pinching the nipples.

You feel [Y/N]’s hand snake down your chest, and whimper as their hand grips your clothed cock. You pull away to bring it out. The tip is flushed red, a bead of precum forming at the slit. You stroke your hand down once, and move so your hips are flush with [Y/N]’s face.

“Nice dick,” [Y/N] and Dabi mutter at the same time.

“Jinx!” [Y/N] barks a laugh that soon turns into a moan at a particularly hard thrust.

[Y/N]’s tongue slides on the underside of your cock, massaging the vein there. Soon enough, it’s enveloped in their mouth and you fight to suppress a moan.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby.” [Y/N] hums, taking you in deeper. Their nose nuzzles the hair at the base of your dick slightly. They barely have to do any work as Dabi basically pushes them forward with each thrust. Dabi looks up at you with lazy eyes.

“Kiss me,” you plead, leaning in.

“That’s gay,” he says as he captures your lips with his.

You’ve never kissed a man before. He tastes like old cigarettes and mint. Your tongue slides against his teeth, and finally meets his tongue.

He’s got a tongue piercing.

How many piercings does this dude even have?

You jerk away without warning as [Y/N] does a particularly hard suck.

“Wanna feel their pussy?”

“I couldn’t.”

“Just because you’re new I’ll

let you.” Is this a trick?

You so want to.

[Y/N] pops off of you. “Dabs likes watching.”

“Does that even count since I’m also partaking?”

“I think so. Just get over here, I need your fat cock in my mouth. Not that yours wasn’t also good, Hawks. Just needs to be somewhere else,” [Y/N] says.

“Do it!” you hear.

Damn. You’re so wrapped up in these two, you forgot there was an audience. However, it seems that was the push you needed. You give the a-okay. Dabi nods, clearly pleased by your decision, and pulls out.

You trade places, [Y/N]’s hole flexing against nothing. You bring two fingers down to swipe at the wetness and run your tongue along the digits. You guide your cock in, letting out a satisfied moan at the warmth. [Y/N] squeezes your cock deliciously, and you almost want to come right then and there. You tell them so.

Your pace isn’t as brutal as Dabi’s but still elicits those sounds you're beginning to love out of [Y/N]’s mouth. A sick part of you hopes you’re better than Dabi, and that they will leave him for you.

Or maybe they’ll let you in again? How often do they do this sort of stuff, you wonder to yourself.

[Y/N] and Dabi are holding hands sweetly, their fingers brushing against his charred skin rhythmically.

Your hand moves to rub tight circles on their clit and you're squeezed impossibly tighter as a response.

“You gonna come, [Y/N]?” Dabi asks. “Getting sloppy there. Don’t bite, baby.”

“I’m so close,” [Y/N]’s voice dips off info nothingness at the end, mouth agape. They throw their head back as they move their hips against yours when your body meets theirs. “I want both of you to come inside of me.”

“Wasn’t gonna do it anywhere else,” Dabi chuckles.

“You want me to?” you ask.

“Yeah, fill me up good, Hawks.”

You glance at Dabi. He shrugs. Hope he doesn’t kill you for this.

“Oh shit,” you curse, feeling [Y/N] spasm around you and shudder.

You think Dabi comes at the same time you do. You slow to a languid pace, letting [Y/N]’s walls milk you.

“Good job, doll face,” you watch him lean down and peck [Y/N] on the forehead. “You too, bird brain.”

“Uh, thanks.” You pull out of [Y/N], and they wince at the loss. You tuck yourself back into your pants and [Y/N] wraps the blanket around their shoulders.

“Good show!” Twice says.

“Now let’s finish the movie,” Shigaraki huffs out.

“You have such a one track mind, Shiggy,” [Y/N] says, ruffling his hair.

“I’m just really invested.”

“Yeah, you were invested in us, too,” they say, looking down briefly.

“Oh shut up.” You catch a glimpse of his cock as he scurried to shove it back in his pants.

“See ya round, Hawks,” [Y/N] says, blowing you a kiss. They take Dabi’s hand in theirs and walk up the stairs at the back of the bar.

“Probably gonna fuck some more,” Spinner snickers.

You’re lucky your mic on the inside of your jacket just happened to die before you got up to some frisky business. This has got to be the weirdest thing you’ve been a part of: League of Villains just fuck as bonding activity.

Maybe you’ll keep this one to yourself. You wonder if they would ever invite you again.

#bnha #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x hawks #dabi x reader x hawks #lemon #smut #dabi x you #hawks x you #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #my writing

[navegandoaciegas]

You think Lee would seize the chance when his wife's niece (not his side of the family) comes to visit? He's never met her, since the family moved out of knockemstiff many years ago. I mean, that beautiful, 21-year-old would look magnificent coming around his fat cock right? It's all he can think about, especially since his wife won't touch him anymore. And that perfect young thing is right under his roof.

changed it to friend’s daughter bc i checked and what you asked for is incest by marriage (at least in my country)

Married men do it better

Summary: You heard from your roommate that no one does it better than married men in their 40s, and you decide to test out her theories on your dad’s best friend (smut, explicit language, typos probably)

You looked like shit under the bright mirror lights of the bathroom, drenched in sweat and sleep deprived. The faucet twisted with a squeak, and you relished in the cold water that soothed your burning cheeks, neck and chest.

The night was restless, like most were when you spent them someplace other than your home or your dorm. You’d tossed and turned for hours in the single bed that the Bodeckers have provided you with, in the room that had been designed to be their child’s but had stayed barren. Then you’d gotten up, and tiptoed to the bathroom, careful not to wake Mrs Bodecker next door or your parents in the guest room downstairs.

You splashed more water on you, sighing in satisfaction. Blindly grabbing a towel on the rack next to you, you patted your face dry, standing straight.

And when you opened your eyes, another pair looked back at you in the mirror.

You jumped in suprise, but the scream that threatened to rip out of your throat was silenced by his rough hand clamping shut your mouth. You still bumped against the sink, rattiling the products on it, but luckily none of them fell to the linoleum floor.

Lee Bodecker stood behind you, so close that for a brief moment you wondered how you hadn’t sensed his presence before.

You knew he’d come look for you, for your sweet words and warm body, like he had all nights since you’d stayed at his place. You’d felt bold, that first night, and palmed his cock through his work uniform while your parents and his wife chatted in the kitchen.

It was easy, riling up a man who hadn’t been touched by his wife in years and hadn’t felt affection or sweet nothings whispered in his ears in even longer. And to be honest, he hadn’t put up much of a fight, too enamored with you, a young, sweet thing, all doe eyed and pouty lips.

You’d heard from your roommate that no one did it better than married men in their forties.

Those frat boys you both fooled around with didn’t even come close, and she’d slept with an older gentleman already, and you couldn’t let her be too smug about the fact that you hadn’t.

You’d have to try it too, and tell her all about it when you’d go back to Denver in August.

Until August, though, you’d let Lee Bodecker have his way with you all night, every night.

“Hush, baby girl,” he chuckled in your ear, eyes boring in yours through the mirror, “don’t wanna go wakin’ daddy dearest, hm? He’d kill us both.”

You shook your head, and giggled in his hand, pressing yourself flush against his chest. His belly was soft and pliant on your back, and underneath it you could feel his thick cock, already hard for you.

He groaned, and tightened the grip on your sides. “Already so eager, you little minx.”

“Always eager for you, Sheriff,” you said in the most sensual voice you could muster.

He didn’t look like the boys on the Varsity team, with his chubby cheeks and double chin, but it didn’t matter to you. You liked men in all shapes and forms but something about Lee’s body made your pussy throb, and your thighs clench.

“Good girl,” he mumbled in your hair, nuzzling his face right behind your ear, “Do you want me, hm? You all hot and bothered thinking about my cock all night? Thinkin’bout how I make your pussy cry for me?”

A whimper almost escaped your lips, and you clenched your thighs, memories of all the things he’d done to you flooding your mind. He’d fucked you harsh, and then soft, and then he’s stuck a thumb in your ass, a place where you’d never though about sticking anything in, and then shoved his cock all up your tight rim.

It hadn’t hurt, surprisingly. Much less than losing your virginity with a dumb teen boy underneath the school’s bleachers.

He’d eaten you out like a starved man, had had you ride his face, and then he’d stuck his cock so far down your throat that you’d almost passed out.

You were a wrecked, sobbing, sticky mess after each encounter.

“Please Sheriff, need you inside me, need your big fuckin’ cock in my cunt.”

He smirked, one hand traveling up to your breast, the other roaming down your thigh. “You got a mouth on you, darl’. Dirty little mouth on a dirty little slut like you,” he hummed, smiling against your skin.

His hands were rough and calloused, and they left shivers behind as they grazed you with gentle touches you wouldn’t expect from a man so big and harsh.

He touched you like you were made of the finest china, and sometimes when your mind wasn’t clouded by lust, you felt sorry for him. You pitied him, all alone in a cold house with a distant wife that you suspected was seeing other men behind his back and that made him sleep on the couch most nights.

You closed your eyes, shoving your bleeding heart in a corner of your mind, focusing on how good his hands felt as the pinched your nipples, how pleasant his lips were on your pulse point.

He bunched your drenched nightgown at your waist, growling when he noticed you weren’t wearing any undergarments. He dipped his fingers in your glistening folds, finding you soaked, leaking for him.

“Always so wet for me, princess, all for me?” he whimpered, rubbing his aching cock on your ass, eyes squeezed shut.

“Only for you, Lee,” you whined, hips rolling against his lenght, desperate to feel him inside you, to have him fill you up with his fat cock.

He played with your clit, rubbing circles on it while he crouched around you and sucked one of your nipples in his mouth. You stared at the scene in the mirror, your body twisted around his, your tits spilling out of your nightgown, the golden band around his fourth finger gleaming in the light.

Your pussy clenched hard around nothing.

“Fuck,” you moaned, bucking your hips behind you to rub the flesh of your ass against his raging hard on, “I can’t wait Lee, I need ya inside me, now.”

Lee chuckled, shoving his pyjamas pants down his thighs, his big, leaking cock standing to attention.

“Won’t even lemme taste you, darl’? That eager, hm?”

“Please,” you whined, spreading your legs apart to give him better access.

He teased you, rubbing his tip through your folds, coating it in your arousal. He slowly pushed himself past your entrance, stretching you with his girth, sheathing himself inside you with a broken moan.

He stilled, giving you time to adjust as you panted and winced.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ big, I’ll never get used to this,” you breathed, slowly circling your hips.

His cock hit all the right spots inside you, sending jolts of electricity down your spine. You felt the pressure build slow but steady in your cunt, as he slowly dragged his cock in and out of your cunt, relishing in the way your walls gripped him.

He clamped a hand over your mouth, shutting your moans up, and kept hammering his hips against your ass, the slapping of the soft flesh of his belly against your back the only sounds in the room.

He hauled one of your legs over his forearm, spreading you even further for him. He hit a new angle, a new nerve that threatened to break the dam in you core.

He thrusted deep inside you, and you watched from the mirror the slow drag of his cock disappearing in and out of your swollen cunt.

He was sweaty and out of breath and judging from the pained look on his face was trying hard to will back his pleasure and his moans.

One wrong move, one loud sound, and you’d wake someone in the house, who’d come check on you. If they did, they’d Lee pounding into you and you enjoying it like the cockdrunk whore you were.

That’s what he liked to remind you, and you nodded, lost in pleasure, feeling the warmth and pressure in your cunt become unbearable.

“Fuck, I can feel you clamp down on me, princess. Wanna feel you cum baby, come all over my fuckin’ cock, I know you can do it.”

He doubled his efforts, rubbing your clit and pummelling inside you.

The thought that your parents could catch you made you dizzy, but the idea of his wife walking in on you pushed you over the edge.

You were glad for the hand on your mouth as you came, screams muffled. You gushed over the sink, and you both watched through lidded eyes the pressure in your cunt snap, knot unraveling, his cock slipping out of you with your release, just in time for him to paint your legs and the floor with his hot spurt.

You were both spent and satisfied, and you turned around, lazily throwing your arms aroud his neck. The kiss you shared was sweet and sated.

He tasted like lemon drops on your tongue.

You pulled back, adjusting the nightgown over your tits.

“My roommate was right,” you hummed, pecking his lips and brushing past him.

“About?” he questioned, brow quirking.

“Married men really do it better..”

He turned around to say something, anything really, but you were gone already, leaving behind the sweet scent of you hair and an enraptured Lee.

-

Sorry for the typos. I’m writing from my phone.

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[slytherinbarnes]

Seasons Change [2]

ii. spring will wash what’s left of the taste (of you)

pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: discussions of death, smut, language.

summary: a chance meeting in japan gives you the opportunity to take advantage of your arrangement with steve.

a/n: a little earlier in the day than normal bc today is a busy day! i hope you guys enjoy!!! the taglist for this series is open!

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March 19, Kumamoto, Japan.

You walk along the street in Kumamoto, and smile as the wind blows a flurry of cherry blossom petals towards you. You shake them free from your hair and watch as they flutter to the ground around you like pretty pink snow. Spring in Japan is beautiful, and it’s a welcome change to the New York snow.

Your phone dings in your pocket and you reach for it, eyes scanning the message on the screen. You’re pulled back into reality when you crash into someone, sending both of you falling. The man hits the ground with an angry cry, and his suitcase hits the ground beside him, scattering the contents inside. You jump up and scramble towards him, picking up fallen papers and folders as you go. “I’m so sorry, that was completely my mistake!”

He seems unimpressed, but nods in thanks when you hand him the papers, and you help him to his feet with a flurry of apologies, in both Japanese and English. He seems to accept your apologies before walking away, leaving you alone on the street. You look down at the phone in your left hand, smiling at the unfamiliar device, before leaning down and grabbing your fallen phone. You stuff your phone into your back pocket and pull a small SD card from your pocket, quickly inserting it into the man’s phone. You slide his phone into your pocket and look around for him, watching as he veers off the sidewalk and into a small cafe. You follow the same path, checking the phone periodically to ensure the download is going smoothly. When you see the progress bar reach 100%, you pull the card from his phone and put it beside your phone in your other pocket, before following the man into the cafe and stepping into line behind him. He moves forward to order, and when the cashier announces his total, you step up beside him. “Let me pay for it.”

You dig around in your pockets for the right amount of money, but the man shakes his head, trying to stop him. You pull the money out anyways, turning to the man with a smile. “Please, I insist. As an apology.”

Finally, he relents, and as you step forward and hand the money to the cashier, you use your other hand to carefully slide his phone into his pocket. You step back and he thanks you, and you give him a nod. “It’s the least I could do.”

He moves away to the end of the bar to pick up his drink, leaving you to order. “A small matcha tea please.”

The barista gives you the total and you pass her the money, and out of the corner of your eye, you see the man grab his drink and leave. With a satisfied smile you pull out your phone and text the only number saved. 

Got your drink. Meet at the usual?

Your drink is placed at the end of the bar, and you thank the barista as you grab it and turn to leave. Your phone dings as you head to the door, and you glance at the screen as you step outside into the bright afternoon sun. 

See you there.

You leave the cafe and head to the Suizenji Jojuen Garden, so you can meet the agent for the drop. The walk is nice, and you enjoy the fresh air and scenery immensely, hoping you get to spend a little more time in Japan before you have to head to your next location. When you reach the garden, you move to the bridge that overlooks the water and find a spot to get comfortable in. It’s usually a few minutes before the agent shows, so you spend the time admiring the view and watching the cherry blossoms fall from the trees. He shows up a few minutes later, and stands next to you, asking. “Enjoying the view?”

The familiar voice pulls you from your thoughts and you turn your head towards him quickly. “Steve?”

His blue eyes lock with yours and his brows lift in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

You scoff, “I’m collecting intel, as agents do. What are you doing here? Avengers don’t normally do drops.”

He turns and looks out at the water, “I was on my way back from South Korea and Tony asked if I’d stop by to get some intel from an agent in Kumamoto. I didn’t know it’d be you.”

You snort, “Try not to sound so disappointed.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean-”

You hold up a hand to stop him, “Relax.” You pass him the now empty matcha cup with the SD card secured inside. “Here’s your tea.”

“Thanks.”

You both stand silently, staring out at the water, before speaking at the same time. 

“Do you want to come back to-”

“Well, I guess I’d better get-”

You both stop at the same time, before you motion for Steve to speak first. “I should get back to the Quinjet. What were you saying?”

Your brows lift in surprise, and you let the invitation back to your room die in your throat. “Oh, yeah, same.”

“It was good to see you.”

“Yeah, you too.”

You give him a small wave and turn to leave, moving quickly to put distance between you and Steve, you and this garden, you and this awkward situation. You start to think your question in December really upset him, because you haven’t heard from him since. And yeah, you’ve been working a lot, but if things were okay, the meeting in the park wouldn’t have been that...weird. You shake the thoughts from your head, trying to delete the interaction from your memory, thankful when you reach the hotel quickly, distracted by the thoughts in your head. You head to your room with a sigh of relief, locking the door before kicking your shoes off. As you do, your phone rings from your pocket, and you check the caller ID, answering quickly when you recognize the number. “This is Shield’s best agent speaking.”

Maria Hill’s laugh crackles through the phone, “Try worst agent. You didn’t even check if the line was secure before announcing who you work for.”

You smile, “I knew I didn’t have to because you already did.”

You can’t see her, but you know she’s rolling her eyes, because you’re right. Hill knows what she’s doing, and she does all the technical stuff for you, making your job a hell of a lot easier. “How was the drop?”

You cringe, reminded of the awkward interaction. “It was fine. Coulda told me that Jeff wasn’t doing the drop anymore.”

“Sorry, last minute change.” A pause, and then, “Wait, why? Did something happen with Steve?”

You shake your head, temporarily forgetting she can’t see you. “No, no, no, it was fine. Everything was good.”

“Okay...” She draws the word out, and you know she’s unconvinced. Still, she doesn’t pry. “Well, that gives you two extra days in Kumamoto, work free. Enjoy them. I’ll see you back in D.C. in a few days.”

“See you then.”

You drop your phone to the bed before moving into the bathroom and starting a bath. As the tub fills, you head to the hotel phone and call a nearby delivery service, placing an order for a few different meals, deciding to treat yourself now that you have a couple of days off. Minutes later, your food is ordered and you’re chin deep in lavender scented water, the warm water starting to melt your worries away. You clean up slowly, taking your time to relax in the bath until the water turns cool. As you’re leaning forward to pull the drain, you hear a knock at the door, and assuming it’s your food you quickly wrap a towel around your body and head out of the bathroom. On the way to the door you grab your gun, just in case, before moving to check the peephole. But instead of finding the delivery driver you expected, you instead see Steve Rogers standing at your door, holding your food. 

You put your gun on the chair near the door before unlocking it and pulling it open. He eyes you up and down, and you look back at him in confusion. “What are you-”

Before you can finish the sentence, he steps towards you and pulls you in for a kiss. Your lips crash together, hard, but there is none of the awkward tension from before. He guides you into the room and kicks the door closed, dropping the food bag unceremoniously near the door, forgotten in the haze of lust. He guides you back towards the bed in the room, both of you in a hurry, evident by the clothes he drops on his way across the room. Your towel joins his discarded clothes somewhere along in the journey, and when you reach the bed, it doesn’t take long until you’re writhing and moaning beneath him, calling his name as he takes you over the edge.

When your high dissipates, the two of you lay in silence like you normally do, until you decide to finish your post bath routine. You roll out of the bed, leaving Steve sprawled across the sheets watching you, and you scoop his shirt up on the way to the bathroom, pulling it over your head. You pull on a pair of underwear and grab some lotion, moving to stand in the doorway as you apply it, giving you a good view of Steve. “How’d you know where I was?”

You swear you see his cheeks heat up when he answers, “Hill.”

You smile and shake your head, “Should’ve known.”

He watches you moisturize, silent, and you’re the first one to break the silence again. “I thought you forgot.” He quirks a brow, and you clarify, “About the arrangement.”

“Oh. No, I just wasn’t sure if that’s what you still wanted. You never reached out after the party.”

“Honestly, I haven’t really had the chance. I haven’t been home since the party. After my week in D.C. next week, I finally get to go back. I was gonna call you then.”

“Looks like I beat you to the punch.”

You smirk at him, “Looks like it.”

You step back into the bathroom, finishing up your routine quickly, and when you’re halfway through brushing your hair, you call out, “Do you want to stay for dinner?”

“What?”

You finish brushing your hair before stepping back into the room, and you repeat, “Do you want to stay for dinner? Since you did bring it up to the room.”

A strange look passes over his face, and for a second, you’re sure he’s going to say no and bolt, giving you the cold shoulder like he did in December, but he surprises you by smiling and nodding. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

You smile in return and grab the bag from the door, setting the food up on the low coffee table in the room, sitting on the floor beside it. Steve pulls his pants on before he joins you, both of you sitting across from each other on the floor, and for a while you enjoy a comfortable silence, pushing dishes across the table to share, quietly enjoying your meals. You’re in the middle of shoving a large bite of noodles into your mouth when Steve suddenly says, “Paper cranes.”

You look up at him with absolute bewilderment, quickly chewing the noodles in your mouth to ask, “What?”

“Last time you asked me what my thing is. It’s paper cranes.”

“Oh.” You say nothing else, too afraid it’ll break the moment, that he’ll change his mind and close up again, but he doesn’t. As you put your fork down, a faraway look passes over his face and he mutters, “My mom died when I was 18. Tuberculosis. But before that, when she was sick and still alive, I used to visit her. All the nurses that used to help her were friends of hers, because she was a nurse too. And one day, one of them told me about 1000 origami cranes. According to Japanese legend, anyone that folds 1000 paper cranes will be granted a wish by the gods. The nurse told me that maybe if I folded 1000 paper cranes and wished for her to live, she’d be okay.”

Steve pauses for a minute, and you watch him closely, too afraid to say anything. “I was desperate to save her life, so I spent weeks folding cranes out of any paper I could find. Scraps, old artwork, it didn't matter. If it could save my mom’s life, I wanted to do it.”

He takes a deep breath before his eyes lock on yours, heavy with sadness. “She died before I finished.”

You feel your heart break for Steve, tiny 18 year old Steve left alone in the world without his parents, his mom dying before he could finish trying to save her. You reach out across the table and take his hand, and despite the intimacy of it, he lets you, smiling at your intertwined fingers before he adds, “When I knew Peggy was nearing the end, I folded cranes for her too. This time, I knew they couldn’t save her, but I wished that she wouldn’t suffer the way my ma did.”

“Did it work?”

“She died peacefully in her sleep, so I like to think it did.”

You smile a little and squeeze his hand, and he whispers, “Now, I make them when I need to remember. Because sometimes, you just need to remember.”

“I know what that’s like.”

He looks at you with surprise, “You do?”

You nod, dropping his hand to head to your suitcase, pulling the leatherbound notebook from between the neatly stacked layers of clothes. When you sit down across from Steve again, you push the book towards him, despite your promise to yourself to never show it to anyone. “Remember the cinnamon rolls I told you about?”

He nods, reaching for the book though he never pulls it open. “I keep track of every cinnamon roll I’ve ever eaten since my brother died, and I write about it in this journal. I rank them and talk about it as if I was telling it to him. I know he’s dead and he’ll never read this, but I like to remember what it was like to talk to him, share food with him. To be his little sister.”

This time Steve reaches out to take your hand, lifting it to press a kiss to your knuckles. “Do you want to talk about him?”

Your brows lift in surprise, always shocked that Steve just seems to know. “I haven’t really talked about him in years. My parents found it easier to pretend he never existed. I would beg and beg for them to acknowledge it, for them to talk about him and his death, but they never would. Eventually I gave up, agreed to the silent family decision of erasing him from my memory.”

You shake your head, tears pricking your eyes. “Of course I never did though. How do you erase someone who’s a part of you? How do you live your life knowing you got more time than they did? Maybe it was easier for my parents because they didn’t have to stop pretending to be parents. They still had me. But how do you stop being a sister? You can’t. He may be gone, but I don’t want to pretend like he didn’t exist. Not anymore.”

Steve is watching you closely, making you feel seen, though not in an uncomfortable way. And as if he knows exactly what to say, he asks, “What’s the earliest memory you have of him?”

You think for a moment, running through your memories of your brother, smiling when you land on one that you think is the earliest. “I had to be about 5 or 6, and…”

-

Later, after you spend hours telling Steve about your brother, you lay in bed beside him, both of you quiet for the first time in a while. His hand holds yours beneath the sheets, and as you both sit in the dark, waiting for sleep to take you, you whisper, “I’m glad you came to Japan.”

“Me too.”

And that’s the last thing he says before you both fall asleep.

-

The sun is high in the sky before you finally wake up and roll out of bed. You’re unsurprised to find that Steve is gone, but left in his place is a paper crane and a note on his pillow. You smile as you pick the crane up and admire it, folded on hotel stationery with expert fingers. You set it aside before lifting the note and reading,

 Call me when you get to New York.

See you soon. 

-Steve

-

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

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— Seijoh 4 & dom!reader

a/n: this is legit my first time writing nsfw so yea b kind pls. I was getting tired of sub!reader stuff and I’m not the most sexual person but yea have a lil dom!reader w the boys,,, as a treat,, I’d also like you all to know that Nicole enabled this... thanks for supporting the sad horn knee hours wife<3

mostly gender neutral reader but i just realized i used nicknames “miss/mistress” few times so yea

Hanamaki Takahiro:

Oh boy is he excited!.. the moment this slips out of your mouth, he is fuming, vibrating from where he’s sitting and can’t wait to get home.

He is always open to try new things. Back in the day you two tried a thing or two but you were unsure how he’d act so you downplayed often... but now that knowing you’re a dom, the things you can do with the trust you share, shit, did it get hot in here?

On random days, he’ll just go “hey babe what do you think of this?” And show you a page of strap ons, for you to choose. some days he’ll practically beg to be pegged. he loves your demanour when you’re in charge, the air within you when you’re the one in control is, comforting but each night a new adventure and he just can’t get enough of it, of you.

Probably the two of you start with a basic list of things to try and see what he is into. When it comes to spanking, you warn beforehand again and say you’ll do it only once. Holding back yourself and smacking him as lightly as you can, you watch his face for any changes. The moment your hand makes contact with his skin, he lets out a “yelp!” and you stop right there, growing worried. Instead of a face in pain, teeth clenched and brows furrowed; he has the most satisfied and flushed face, eyes half closed and glossy and mouth slightly open. “Do it again babe, but harder this time? Please?”

He probably gets on your nerves on purpose & loves it when you call him a brat or your good boy. Some days he’ll just call you to hang out at his place and when you arrive, you find him spread on the bed, touching himself, his eyes on your figure, staring right into your eyes “hope I haven’t disobeyed or crossed any lines Miss” (he’ll be pissing you off on purpose during your movie nights and let you teach him a lesson right on the couch, the counter or the table...)

Def calls you praises and names (especially titles, telling you over and over how much he loves and enjoys you, how he loves to be drowned in your presence, begging you for anything, even the tiniest bit of a kiss. 

He likes to shower together after a long night and wash each other’s hair, gently massaging your scalp and placing kisses all over your shoulders and the top of your head; whereas you gently kiss the places you’ve bitten and bruised, smothering his face with kisses.

Oikawa Tooru

This boy here, loves to act tough and all but let’s face it, he is a switch. It’s a typical Never Have I Ever game and at one point bedroom talk enters the game. He takes notes of the things you drink to, curious and you swear you catch a spark of excitement when you make it plainly obvious you’re a dom. Although that spark leaves as fast as it has appeared and you brush it off as a play of light.

That night when you return home, he practically jumps at you, a little rougher than usual and you’re sure why. Letting him pin you to the wall, hands roaming your body greedily, you let him live out the fantasy. The kisses now rough, one minute his lips on yours, the next on your neck, shoulders, collarbones... desperate to sink his teeth in and leave some marks. You think to yourself, that’s enough.

Next thing Oikawa knows, he is the one pinned to the wall, his wrists pinned above his head. With your unoccupied hand, you graze your finger lightly on his figure, jaw, neck and chest. “Someone is feisty.” he won’t tell at first but definitely got a thing for being marked and marking, and honestly? you don’t need him to tell you that.

orgasm denial!!! lots of it!! first two times you take pity on him and let him but the third time? the smug bastard is so sure you will let him come again but surprise!, as soon as you come, you leave him high and dry. he tries solving the issue by himself (which only makes things worse) after like 5 days of no orgasm on his part, he finally gets the clue, is on his... better behaviour; once you allow him to come, the days long of wait is worth the pleasure but he learns not to test you like this again. (however, this won’t stop him from disobeying you few more times just to get you to be rougher)

public teasing!! pda is already a given but you guys use remote controlled toys some days (usually you have the remote and he is the one who does his best to keep quiet) the driving and being near the edge of his climax is painful but he manages to hold himself until you two return home (or find a safe place to take care of it) and the endless wait and your cruel play with the toy’s settings is worth the wait. oikawa shivers every single time.

besides these, he likes to dress up and put on make up. and he is quite picky when it comes to lingerie the two of you wear, he checks the fabric qualities and colors beforehand, after all you only deserve the best of the best. he’ll be picking palettes to compliment your features best, loves using highlighter and always picks a dark shade of lipstick for each other; just to see how many times you’ll have to reapply until you’re both covered in its colors.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Ok so I know he has the brute facade going and everyone thinks he’s a dom but hear me out: actually quite soft switch/sub-leaning iwachan

Its a night out w the gang and during a drinking game oikawa makes a snark at you being such a dom in the streets AND in bed. to this blood rushes to Iwa’s cheeks and not many pay attention to it, bc he gets blushy easily plus he has been drinking too. but his mind? Oh he’s for sure imagining scenarios on what you could do to him.

Orgasm denial isn’t much of a thing because he’s very obedient. he’ll do his best to please you and follow your each and every word, watch your lips to hear your next words. for him, your word is law at this point... it’s almost impossible to deny him or those puppy eyes and those sweaty arms anything. He will call you ma’am, mistress, your highness, my goddess... whatever you wish and do not wish for. He loves praising you and ramble about how perfect and holy, etheral and magnificent you are.

lowkey into being tyed up, handcuffed and/or bondage. absolutely loves seeing you in full control. some days you won’t even bother to get undressed while he’s squirming under your touch fully stripped, begging for the tiniest bit of release. sometimes you’ll do the smallest gesture of taking control and he’ll be drooling, not even joking, this man LOVES IT when u take the ropes into ur hands (both metaphorically and literally) loves to lose control and wait for you to do whatever your heart desires, he wants to be what you desire.

(lowkey got a “corruption kink” too) when you two decide to shake things up a bit one day, you bring up some games, activities and kinks (mostly stuff he has only heard of) and, and he’s hard on the spot. lowkey into you wearing leather and gagging him up, his hands tied. he doesn’t mind blindfolds but watching you is so breathtaking, he even does his best to blink as little as possible. he loves it when you ride him to the point of orgasming for the 6th time that day, he’s ready to do anything for you, be your good boy and please you til world’s end.

very very good at oral too, his arms arent the only muscles he’s good at using, he loves your taste, your fingers in his mouth, his fingers in your mouth and in you. feeling your warmth however you want is enough to be content.

not something you do often but having sex in front of the mirror, seeing you in different angles drives him crazy, watching you covered in sweat, shining, panting, telling him how good you are is enough to make him drunk. but still he prefers to be chest to chest, you in his lap, riding him as he holds you to his chest, feeling your skin against his, burning with each move, rubbing against each other.

Matsukawa Issei

of all his relationships and hookups, Issei always encountered subs. few times his partners were doms, they were still submessive to him so when he finds out realizes you’re a dom, needless to say, he’s intrigued...

it kinda starts off with sex in front of a mirror one night, your back pressed against his chest, you’re riding him as his face buried in yourneck and his hands howering over you and suddenly, you grab his hands and out them at his sides, hold his chin and make him look at the mirror: “now watch hoe good i’ll be fucking you and your brains out until you won’t get a coherent sentence out.” you whisper in a low voice and do you deliver as you’ve said? but he got tricks up his sleeve too...

Most of the time, it’s rough and the fire play as well as powerplay takes most of the time. There’s always a battle for dominance, which leaves you both covered in marks and bruises. To say neither of you like it, would be unfair, especially when he disobeys you or flirts with other people beforehand, stepping on your nerves on purpose. (the quiet moans he lets out as you bite his neck, his collarbones, his earlobe, chest and thighs is an indicator if you ever need one.)

And thighs! Lots of thigh biting, massages, rubbing with fingers, or just squeezing the others head inbetween thighs is a given during oral and any foreplay that involved pecks and love bites in that area.

And as it is rough, you two always take your time, having a gentleness to jt in your own way. Be it a soft kiss out of nowhere, a certain way of bucking your hips or thrusting his hips into you. And as things are rough, it’s also when you get to let it all out, be yourself, unstrained.

Some days you’ll drop by his current job, or he’ll stop by at your place, and if he sees you in a headspace that’s too distracted, bothered or irritated by something, or just down; he’ll pick you up, wrapping your legs around him, pressing to you and nibbling on your neck and literally fuck your frustrations out. Those times he lets you take the ropes into your hands but if you’re not up for even that, he’ll take the charge on the spot, and leave clear marks to keep your mind off things for days. And in return, you’ll leave claw marks on his back, tug at his hair and press him to yourself until all you can feel is him; some days you’ll flip the both of you out of nowhere and press his head against your chest, hold his hands behind his back and guide him with your body, his muffled breathes tingling your chest, the nape of your neck and your lips; until your skins red, lips bleeding and gentle purples decorating all over you.

(and he’s a sucker for it. some days he’ll go in town to get something for you to use on him and drop at your place without a card or a name. If asked, he always denies, claiming he’d not get you things to make it easier to control him but the sight of you holding a whip and he can feel the blood rushing already, tugging at his belt and your tshirt. He hopes it’ll be just like that one time you pressed against his dick with high heels, making him beg to come.)

tags: @myelocin​ @atsumu-brainrot​

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[luminous-shifting-vibes]

*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

#tw drugs #tw swearing #tw cannibalism #tw crime #tw food #tw homophobia #shitpost #out of context #out of context quotes #lumi's quotes

[act-addict-actors-matchups]

@ne-nene-ne said,

[1/2] Hi~ May I pls have a matchup? I'm a ♏, ISFP, 5'0 fem w/ medium length dark hair & eyes. I like wearing sweaters/sweatpants a lot! I love to draw & sing especially! I'd sing softly to my s/o if we're close & alone together. I often take endless pics of the sunset bc it's so pretty! Tbh I'm a loner. I'm shy, quiet, awkward and I like my alone time. I'm friendly and good-willing towards others nonetheless! I've been told I have a positive aura. I'm more chill, silly & playful w/ family!

[2/2] I can joke around w/ them! I have a short temper but I forgive just as quickly. I can be hard on myself bc I feel it's necessary to improve. I'm an appreciative person so I'll say "thank you" like 1000 times lol! I highly value family & honesty! My ideal s/o is someone family-oriented, devoted, and genuine. Bonus points if they're funny too! I'd like someone who I can slowdance to soft, jazz music w/. My love language is Acts of Service! Tysm! Take your time, stay healthy & stay safe! ❤

✧ Thank you so much for requesting a matchup love. Tumblr is not letting me tag you so hopefully you’ll see this. 😔 I wish you well during this challenging time. Hope you keep safe as well! 😷

I’d match you with: . . .

➜ HOW YOU TWO FIRST MET ; Juza Hyodo is that typical cold guy in school that everyone is lowkey scared of. That’s how he seems from outside anyway. You were asked by your biology teacher to borrow the books for the class’s current lesson from the library on the spot so you took a beeline for the shelves as fast as you could. But for god’s sake all the books were placed at the topmost part of the science shelves. You stood there for a good minute while glaring at the books overhead. You knew you were damned for good since there were no chairs nearby that were available and the librarian was nowhere to be seen. You stomped you feet in annoyance until you felt a looming presence behind you. A tall one. When you turned around, you saw Juza grabbing the books at ease and handing it to you. You thanked him quietly which surprised him because you actually didn’t quiver with fear or panic in his presence??? and you genuinely thanked him?? It was not usual for him to hear someone express their gratitude towards him. Even the cashiers from sweet shops he’d like to visit secretly we’re scared of him for heaven’s sake. After murmuring a little “‘S nothing.” he walked away. And that was the end of it. Or so you thought. The second time you met the purple haired boy was in a cafe. You were patiently waiting in the line for this so called Peanut Butter Pound Cake S'mores. According to your friends, it was one of the best desserts the cafe ever had. To test that theory, you decided to check the dessert yourself. Everything was perfectly normal until a young teenage boy of average height with fluffy pink hair and light blue eyes bumped into you, spilling a little of his drink on you. Yes, I’m talking about Muku. Baby boy was so scared and flustered, he apologized to you multiple times like crazy. Luckily it wasn’t anything hot so you didn’t burn yourself. Giving the boy a soft smile, you said it was fine and he shouldn’t worry about it. But he is a kind-hearted and modest boy with the motto "doing one good deed each day" so of course he offered you to give some of the Chocolate-Caramel Sandwich Cookies he had ordered before to apologize properly. Normally you would’ve reject the offer but with the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t find the heart to do so. While waiting for your order together, you learned what the boy’s name was and that he came here with his cousin. When you heard that the first image that popped into your mind was a soft looking person just like him you. After you got your order, the two of you made your way towards their table. And with that, your previous thought was thrown out of the window just like that. There he was, one and only Juza Hyodo, the person who helped you in the library, was sitting in a chair, quietly munching on one of the many sweets in front of him. When Muku announced that he was back, his eyes shot up to him and then shifted towards you. Yeah, it was awkward. Nevertheless, you tried to offer the tall boy a smile, which he just nodded his head, cheeks tilted pink to get his sweet tooth exposed to someone from school. After you sat down, Muku began to explain how he accidentally bumped into you and spilled some of his drink on you. Juza got the picture and said nothing. Though, gradually he started to become more comfortable. Before you knew it, you befriend the young teenage boy with fluffy hair. You told Muku how you two first met, which he only exclaimed how cool his cousin was and how the scene was just like from a shoujo manga. So yeah, your friendship with Juza started that day and slowly but steadily developed into something more. You would see him at school and chat with him, give him snacks to eat together on the rooftop etc.

➜ PERSONALITY COMPATIBILITY ; Let me just start of by saying that you two are really similar in terms of personality. A loner who is shy, quiet, awkward, likes alone time yet still friendly and good-willing towards others? Yeah, you get to point. When you're dating someone who has almost identical personality traits as you, reading them becomes easier. Juza is honest and critical of himself but is more than willing to work hard on it to improve himself and so are you. You two motive each other become better versions of yourselves, constantly pushing forward hand in hand ad I think that’s a beautiful thing in a relationship. You two have the same values. He deeply values his comrades and family so he would love it whenever he saw you getting along with Muku or Kumon. He’s very protective of those he holds dear, so watching you interact with them and care for them as if they were your own family would make him fall for you even more. The same goes for him as well. He’ d try his utmost best to get along with your family. Physical affection is OUT the window in the first start of your guys' relationship though. And when you guys DO start attempting physical contact, he'd be so stiff. Baby boy really hasn’t had a lot of experience in regards to how to treat others with affection outside of his family. 🥺 but deep down, Juza has a soft side. He’s a bit shy with showing his affections, but he tries his utmost best to convey his love to you― one of them being if you ever needed him support with ANYTHING honestly, he’ll always make it known to you that you have his full support and that he’s always right beside you through everything.

➜ SHARED ACTIVITIES ; With an delinquent-like appearance that often gives people a "scary" impression of him, I feel like Juza would rather spend time inside rather than outside. For those with a serious sweet tooth, baking, especially with a lover has a double benefit: It engages the two of you in an activity you probably don't do often, and you get to enjoy something delicious afterward. You two make an especially decadent dessert when you're feeling ambitious, or simply break out a boxed mix if you're short on time — or baking skills. At first times, there is a lot of trial and error and you guys end up getting covered in flour and such, a cheeky smile present on your face. These are usually the times where you get to hear Juza’s rare laughs as he joined in your joy. Feeling too lazy to bake something? Have a candy tasting. Satisfying your sweet tooth is a foolproof way to survive. Stock up on different colors of Starbursts, Gummi Bears or Worms, Sour Straws, Hi-Chews, and whatever else you are craving— and then eat your way through the rainbow together. Bonus points if you’re lounging off your sugar coma with a movie on the couch afterwards, he doesn’t particularly mind what kind so it’s totally up to you which genre you want to watch. This one is technically not a date but sometimes you, Juza, Muku and Kumon play board games. Depending on how competitive you are, this idea can be a little dangerous. (looking at you monopoly.) But it’s always a blast to spend time with people you love and cherish.

➜ ZODIAC COMPATIBILITY ; Juza’s birthday is on September 27, which makes him a Libra. When Libra and Scorpio come together in a love match, they tend to make a very emotionally connected and mutually satisfying union. Though Scorpio is a brooder who can get lost in the confusing welter of their own emotions, Libra’s proclivity for balance and harmony helps keep Scorpio even. Scorpio can return the favor to Libra with their characteristic powers of focus, a trait that Libra usually lacks. These two are very compatible due to their similar needs in a love relationship: Libra is the Sign of Partnership, and Libra is happiest when in a well-balanced and intimate relationship, while Scorpio thrives on emotional and sexual intimacy with their mate. These two Signs can make a very loyal, close and satisfying partnership. What’s the best aspect of the Libra-Scorpio relationship? The power they find in unity. They can accomplish a lot, whether they come together for a cause in the business or romantic sphere. They are both winners and they won’t give up, making theirs a relationship that takes care of business.

#act! addict! actors! #a3! matchup #juza hyodo

[swlbarnes]

Kindred Spirits - Jack Kline x Reader

Summary: Why are you the only person that can see Jack’s wings?

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Word count: 6k (i didn’t mean for it to happen but here we are)

Warnings: self doubt from both jack and reader, jack being a total sweetheart as always bc that’s totally a warning

A/N: soulmate AU with Jacky boy bc he has wings too and dangit he deserves the ever so lovely cliche “soulmates can see an angel’s wings” trope. Hopefully this can satisfy y’all’s needs for fluffy Jack content, even if I did make it a bit too long. I got excited.

Taking Jack in after everything was strange to say the least. The boy was always exceedingly kind to you and consistently tried his best to make everyone around him happy, yet opinions on him were quite divided in the bunker for quite a while. While you and Sam both held strong to the idea that he was inherently good despite his parentage, Dean couldn’t seem to shake his grudge against him. Every time the poor kid tried to do something for the team, Dean would always be prepared with a snarky remark.

Another thing about Jack’s presence in the bunker that had your mind twisted in confusion was the large pair of wings behind his back. You had never really seen an angel’s wings before, and from what you knew of angel lore, no one but other angels really could see them. Cas has tried to explain it to you one night as you sat side by side in the library of the bunker, but he tended to use references to sciences that humans had no grasp of yet, making the whole thing a bit pointless, really. Needless to say, it was a pretty big shock when you took in the sight of the young nephilim’s wings. Was this because he was a nephilim? Do nephilims usually have their wings out and visible? You wanted nothing more than to come forward to the boys with all of your questions, but something about it felt… wrong. Surely if it was polite to ask about an angel’s wings, then they would have mentioned them already. Perhaps it was even dangerous to ask, seeing as Dean had no intentions of remaining civil with the boy, and he, too, remained silent on the matter. Besides, they were the ones that knew more about nephilims. Maybe it was best to just follow their lead.

It just didn’t add up. How were you the only one to notice them? His wings were massive. Jack was by no means a small man, but something about the vast size of his wingspan made his body seem minuscule. The grand appendages arched upwards from his back, looming above his head and shoulders before reaching out a few feet on either side of his body. Most of the feathers adorning them were a glimmering white that seemed to reflect back every color of the rainbow when hit perfectly with the light. Towards the bottom of each wing were a few rows of pure golden feathers. They each ended in a sharp point, the metallic fluff gleaming in a way that no earthly creature could. Everything about his wings gave off such a purely celestial energy, and to be honest, just looking at them made you feel utterly sinful.

You really did try your best to keep quiet about the whole thing. You promise you did. Sometimes you just… can’t do that, though. You cared about Jack incredibly deeply, and that was the exact reason that you had to speak up.

“I’m just saying, Dean, we can’t leave him here alone. Who knows who could come for him here? He’s not ready to defend himself alone. Plus, we need all hands on deck with this case. We should bring Jack with us,” Sam insisted from his place behind his laptop at one of the library tables. You raised a brow, peering over the research book in your lap. You were reclined in one of the plush armchairs off to the side, while Dean and Jack sat with Sam, one in front of him, and one by his side, respectively.

Dean rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest for what you could only assume was dramatic effect. “It’s too dangerous, the kid stays here. (Y/N) can look after him, we’ll do the hunt just the two of us.” His tone left no room to argue, yet Sam still managed to worm his way in for a rebuttal.

“Seriously?” The younger brother groaned incredulously. “We have no idea what this thing is, and you want to go in without backup? Look, whatever this is, it’s nothing we’ve faced before. Four men, all drained of blood by five crescent shaped puncture wounds to the neck. Not a bite mark, not a normal stab wound, nothing like that. We have nothing to go off of, and we need extra help. I’m just saying, Jack would be an asset.”

Dean opened his mouth, ready to retort, but you were quicker to the punch. “Jack can’t go, though,” you stated matter of factly. The room fell silent, and after a moment, you risked a look up to meet the three pairs of eyes looking your way. Dean appeared to be smug, as he usually was when you took his side in arguments. Sam’s jaw hung slightly ajar in shock at your claim. But Jack’s was the worst. Not only did his facial expression convey his deep betrayal, but his naturally shining, vibrant, proud wings hung low and dragged on the floor, the feathers dulled significantly. He looked broken. You immediately averted your gaze, unable to meet his eyes knowing you were the cause of that reaction.

“What? Are you seriously taking his side in this? After all your serious sit downs you’ve had telling him that Jack is a useful addition to the team, all those times you’ve given Jack pep talks, all that, yadda yadda yadda, was that all just fake?” Sam spat. His hazel eyes burned holes in your head. His jaw was clenched in an attempt to bite back on any words he might regret later.

Your eyes grew wide at the sudden fury radiating off the younger Winchester, but what shocked you even more were his words. How dare he say that? How dare he, in front of Jack, insinuate that you didn’t care about the nephilim’s well-being? You had been nothing but kind to him since he arrived, and you were forever grateful to have him around. But how could Sam not see the issue in all of this? “What are you talking about, Sam? Of course I believe all of that! I think Jack is a gift to this team and you know it, so don’t you dare suggest otherwise, especially in front of him. I care about Jack just like you do. I’d put my life on the line for him time and time again, and I think he’s one of the kindest, most genuine people I’ve ever met. Don’t you dare tell him I don’t,” you nearly growled out in reply. Your eyes were narrowed and you leaned forward to deliver him a glare of the same caliber.

Sam seemed taken aback by your comeback, but he refused to let you shock him into silence. “Oh really?” He scoffed. “Then what’s the problem, huh? Why can’t the kid come with us on this case? What could possibly be more important than keeping him safe with us?”

Finally, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You couldn’t bring yourself to care if it was rude anymore, you were doing this for Jack’s own good. “His WINGS!” You cried out, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. “There, are you happy? I said it! Jack has wings! And I refuse to bring him somewhere that he can be captured by humans and treated like some kind of lab rat experiment!” You knew all too well how red your face was by this point. You could hear the blood pumping in your ears as you fought to catch your breath.

You waited for the gasps of disgust at your poor taste in words. You expected to be scolded within an inch of your life for having disrespected the signal of Jack’s power. You waited. Then you waited. Then you waited some more. And after waiting just a little more, you looked up to meet their expressions. They were far from the angry faces you had expected. Instead they just seemed… confused.

“Okay, now you lost me. What are you getting at here?” Dean questioned with furrowed brows. Your gaze darted back and forth between the three men expectantly, waiting for them to laugh and assure you that they were only joking, but they didn’t. Their faces held steady.

You felt much of your anger melting away into confusion. “I… what? Why are you guys so confused? I mean, he’s got… wings. I’m not trying to be disrespectful, I’m not saying they’re bad. I think they’re absolutely gorgeous and they look really soft and nice, but other people aren’t going to be so understanding and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if someone got to you, Jack,” You rambled on. Your nervousness quickly got the better of you under the nephilim’s watchful, curious gaze. You would be lying if you said that you weren’t attracted to the boy. It often made life in the bunker with him quite difficult, to say the least, what with his constant vibrant smile and carefree nature. After realizing you enjoyed binging on your favorite shows in your free time, he insisted on regularly sitting down together to watch whatever shows or movies you wanted him to see. He didn’t quite understand all of the concepts taking place in each of the plots, but he always tried his best, and he ALWAYS had your favorite snacks and enough blankets to last the winter. Little things like that were what made the hunting life more bearable, and most of those little things seemed to come from Lucifer’s son himself.

Sam looked to you, then to Jack, then back at you. “Are you saying that you… can see his wings?” He wondered aloud, gesturing towards Jack with one hand. You nodded slowly. This didn’t seem to be the answer he had expected, as he immediately asked again. “Like, right now? Right now you see wings… on him?” This time he added a second hand to the gesturing, clearly focusing the movements towards the boy’s torso. Jack shuffled a bit in his seat, but remained silent.

“Yes, Sam! Yes, I see Jack’s wings. Yes, I see them right now. They’re huge and white at the top and at the bottom some of the feathers are gold. One of them is tucked up to his back while the other is- oh, no, Jack! No, please don’t hide them away, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you!” You reached a hand out towards Jack in an attempt to comfort him, only to find that you were much too far away to do such a thing, especially since he had pulled the wing closest to you back in towards his back while you were speaking. His feathers ruffled a bit at your words, his eyes widening to match the subtle movement.

The nephilim turned his gaze to Dean before looking to Sam, clearly seeking an explanation. Each of the brothers could give him nothing but blank, questioning gazes. Dean leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table as he did so. “(Y/N), have you seen Jack’s wings the whole time we’ve known him?”

“Of course…”

“And you didn’t think to, oh I don’t know, freaking tell us about that?” His tone held an edge of anger that you were unsure how to process. The eldest Winchester seemed to snap at you far more often since Jack joined the team, and you were usually able to brush his words off and move on. This time, though, you weren’t sure if his annoyance was a result of Jack’s presence of your lack of action.

“I didn’t think anything of it! I thought everyone could see them!” You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive manner. Dean’s body moved with his eyes as they rolled up to the ceiling and then back down to you once again.

“Seriously? You thought we wouldn’t mention that our new housemate has huge freaky wings growing out of his back? I can’t say that’s something I would usually overlook!”

A low groan passed through your lips at this. “Oh, really, Dean? I’m sorry that I didn’t find it odd enough to mention Jack’s wings. I was a little busy with my usual daily tasks, like trying to save your mother from another dimension and killing the last Prince of Hell! I’m not sure you’ve noticed, but Jack having wings is probably the least strange thing I’ve told you this week,” you growled out. After a beat of silence, you decided you couldn’t hold back your other grievance with his words. “And don’t call his wings ‘freaky,’ Dean. If you could see them you’d be singing Jack’s praises. They’re absolutely gorgeous, and guess what? You can’t argue, because apparently, I’m the only one of us humans that knows what they’re talking about!” With that, you sat back with a smug grin.

Dean, however, did not agree with your assumption that you won the argument. He gave a simple annoyed huff in response. “I still think you should’ve told us. Surely you didn’t think we were just ignoring them or whatever?”

You gave a vague shrug to this. “You two are the ones that did most of the research on nephilims, so I thought there might be some respect thing about mentioning them. I was just following your lead with this whole thing.”

Sam shook his head, deciding now would be the best time to interject before your voices began to rise once again in a resurrected argument. “Alright, let’s just forget the whole ‘you should’ve told us’ thing right now. What’s important is figuring out why you can see his wings. What does that even mean?” The taller of the brothers queried, his brows knitted together. Worry lines creased his forehead, much like the ones that made themselves visible on Jack and Dean.

You shrugged your shoulders once again in as nonchalant of a manner as you could. “Does it matter? It doesn’t really seem like a life threatening situation. It’s not a big deal, and we’ve got enough on our plates as it is, don’t you think?” You insisted. Your fingers tapped absentmindedly on the arm of the couch as the three men took a silent moment to think.

“I still don’t like it,” Dean muttered in annoyance, his gaze fixated on a minute pocket of air a few inches from his face.

“You don’t like much of anything nowadays,” was your comment in reply. This earned you a callous glare from the older hunter.

Sam let out a sigh as he leaned back in his chair. His arms stretched over his head, bent at the elbows so he could rub at his exhaustion ridden eyes. “I don’t know,” he spoke through a groan. “I don’t think it’s dangerous, but I’d still like to know why, you know? It might be important later on down the road.” You decided to drop the subject with a sigh, standing up to grab a new book of lore from a nearby shelf. Much to your satisfaction, they all seemed to follow suit, and the bunker library fell silent once more.

After that day, you began to notice the little things that started to change. You and Jack became closer than ever, the boy seeming to crave spending quality time with you whenever he could. Sometimes when night would fall and the nephilim’s demons continued to brawl inside his head, he would make his way into your room. It was easy to tell the difference between Jack’s footsteps approaching and either of the brothers. Dean’s steps were heavy and slightly uneven, and they echoed off the stone walls like a blaring police siren. Sam’s feet hit the ground with less force, but that didn’t make them any less noticeable. His boots still clacked noisily against the floors despite all of his efforts to remain quiet. Jack, however, was a whole different story. Jack’s bare feet shuffled almost silently up to your closed bedroom door on those nights. He wasn’t the biggest fan of shoes, and if he was allowed to go without them, then he would do so in a heartbeat. He would knock on your door, calling out that it was Jack, and asking if he could come in, just like you had taught him. Once he got your approval, he would step inside, closing the door behind him before diving into your bed and curling up next to you. Sometimes he would want to talk about it, other times he just remained silent. You trusted him to do what he felt he needed most, so you never pushed him. You just reached out and ran your fingers through his feathers until he drifted off to sleep at your side.

Sam continued to scour every piece of angel and nephilim lore he could find in an attempt to find an answer to your little winged mystery, but everything he read just came up empty. Most hunters didn’t even know angels existed, and most of the readings from nonhunters were just speculation. Even still, nothing he found could give him an answer. If the Men of Letters didn’t know about it, then he wasn’t sure how it settled with him.

It wasn’t until the brothers went out on their own hunt in Grand Junction that anything came of it all. In other words, it wasn’t until Castiel came back that you had any answers.

Your reunion with the seraph was tear filled to say the least. You remember clinging desperately to his form, your fingers curling into the familiar beige trenchcoat as if it might fade away any second, taking your dear friend with it. Jack was quick to show off his progress with his powers, much to your amusement. Your eyes couldn’t help but linger on the way his wings twitched in anticipation of his adoptive father’s reaction, and the smile that broke out on his face when Castiel praised him was enough to send your heart racing. Oh, you had surely fallen, and you had fallen hard.

Your mind hardly registered the complexity of your situation with Jack anymore at that point. You came to find that his wings were just as expressive as his face, and you were soon able to read the most minor of twitches and flutters with ease. This only served to bring you even closer to the man. It was that exact closeness that eventually led to Castiel’s discovery of your predicament.

You sat in one of the old wooden chairs in the library, Jack seated just to your left. The pair of you gazed listlessly at the dust ridden lore books splayed out on the table in front of you. Across the table sat the two older hunters and your angel companion, each one with their own piece of research material, whether it be in the form of a laptop or another one of the decrepit tomes stocked in the Men of Letters library.

The air of the bunker always seemed to carry a certain chill to it that never ceased to send chills up and down your frame. This night was surely no exception. You tugged desperately at the flannel covering your shoulders in an attempt to conserve some of your body heat, but your efforts were naught; the goosebumps along your arms remained undefeated.

Another all consuming shiver rattled your form before you decided to speak up. “Would it kill you boys to turn up the heating in this place?” You muttered in annoyance as you tugged your knees up towards your chest in order to keep warm. Dean peered up at you from over the top of his laptop screen, an amused grin tugging at his lips.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? A little chilly?” He mused. His tone was far from comforting, and the sound caused you to let out a huff of annoyance. “Why don’t you just go grab a jacket?”

You rolled your eyes in reply. “Because I’m inside at home and I shouldn’t have to wear fifty layers of clothing just to keep from freezing to death in the good year of 2019,” you insisted. You were on the verge of teeth chattering at this point, and therefore you made sure to speak through your teeth as if you were simply angry with the eldest Winchester - little did he know that you simply couldn’t talk any other way without sounding like a fool.

Sam let out a chuckle, only for the sound to be cut off with a cough as soon as your glare fell on him. His eyes focused back on the screen in front of him, his face wiped clean of his previous amusement. Good boy.

Jack turned to you with a look of concern etched into his features. “You’re cold?” He queried, his eyes scanning over the way your hands were rubbing relentlessly at your upper arms. You let out a hum and gave a quick nod of your head. At this reply, Jack wasted no time in unfurling his wings. The wing closest to you curled around just behind your back and around your shoulders. You were instantly encased in the warmth and the soft comfort of the nephilim’s wings. Your eyes fluttered closed, and for just a moment you allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation of his fledging flight feathers brushing against your skin.

A low hum of approval passed through your lips, a sound your brain only partially recognized before it left you. Your body curled subconsciously into Jack’s little embrace. “That’s a lot better,” you murmured, your voice hardly a whisper in the still air of the bunker library. “Thank you, Jack.”

You opened your eyes to look at the man by your side, and you were pleased to see the bright smile on his face. You were quick to return his expression before turning back to your lore book to continue translating the old ancient Greek text. Your plan to continue on as normal didn’t last very long, however, as only moments later Castiel spoke up in the quiet atmosphere.

“(Y/N)...” He pressed, his tone insistent but maintaining a soft edge as not to frighten you. You looked up towards the angel to assure him that you were listening. He cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter in his chair, if that was even possible for the eons old soldier anymore. “Do you… Do you happen to see Jack’s wings…?”

The question was a simple one. You’d been over this before. You’d talked through this with the boys already. Even after that first conversation, Dean insisted on asking you repeatedly for a few days afterwards just to try to catch you in some elaborate lie. There was nothing that should have made you pause about his line of questioning, but still, you found yourself hesitating at the sound of the query coming off of Castiel’s lips. This was an angel. He knows these things. This was different.

Your throat grew dry when sapphire blue eyes locked with your own. You did all you could to force down the rising lump in your throat, finally bringing yourself to squeak out a feeble, “yes…?” in response. You reached out and grabbed your beer bottle from the table, easily bringing it to your lips and taking a swig. Whether you were seeking out the dull buzz from the alcohol or the relief the liquid brought to your suddenly parched throat, you could never be sure.

This interaction didn’t go unnoticed by the taller of the two Winchesters. Sam’s head poked up from behind his laptop once again, his brows tugged together so much so that his forehead became littered with creased lines. “Cas? Do you know what that means? I’ve been scouring the lore night and day trying to find something, and I couldn’t find a single recorded instance of this,” he informed the angel, his voice dripping with concern.

Cas gave a dismissive shake of his head at the taller man’s efforts. “I wouldn’t expect it to be recorded anywhere. Soulmates are far too sacred for such things.” Castiel’s voice was always gruff, but there was something about this new information that sent his tones even deeper with thought.

Dean instantly began sputtering wildly at his friend’s simplistic statement. “You said the what now?” He cried out. The hunter’s eyes were saucers of emerald, glinting with the shock of what he just learned.

Cas finally broke from his reverie long enough to turn his eyes to the bewildered man to his right. His squinted gaze flickered to and from Dean’s expression. “I believe I spoke quite clearly. If (Y/N) is able to see Jack’s wings, then the only answer is that they are soulmates,” he clarified.

Your face was surely somewhere close to cherry red at that point, your jaw dropped open in utter shock. You couldn’t believe it. How could you believe such a thing? Jack was a creature that was truly one of a kind. Born of an archangel and a human and stronger than the devil himself, he was a symbol of hope for the future of humanity. You? You were just some poor sap that got roped into a life of nightmares and loss. The idea that he was meant to be with you so much so that the fates demanded it, it was dizzying.

Against all of your better judgment, you turned to spare a glance at the nephilim by your side. Much to your surprise, you didn’t find a fuming, disappointed hybrid, but a bubbly young man with a childlike excitement in his eyes. A broad smile adorned his lips and his chest puffed outwards with swelling pride. The wings on his back ruffled as they shifted to make themselves larger as well. The one wrapped around your form curled a bit tighter, pressing you closer to his chair.

“So,” Jack chirped, “does that mean that we’re meant to be together like Anakin and Padmé?”

You and Sam both visibly winced at the insinuation, but Castiel was the one to speak up. “Perhaps they aren’t the best idea of romance and healthy human relationships.”

Dean scoffed, snatching his beer from the table and tipping it back to take a swig. “Understatement of the century, man. He did kinda end up killing her when she was pregnant with their twins then spent his time undoing her life’s work to restore the democracy to the galaxy, but sure. Maybe they’re just a little iffy.”

Sam smirked and turned to Dean with his arms crossed over his chest. “I wasn’t aware you were well versed in Star Wars lore, Dean,” he teased, much to the older man’s annoyance.

“It’s Star Wars, man,” he muttered. “‘Course I’ve seen it. And the prequels were garbage.”

That was it, you had to speak up. “Guys!” You shouted, causing all four men to jump in their seats in fright. Their bewildered gazes landed on you. “Are you seriously talking about Star Wars when we just learned that Jack and I are soulmates? Can we please gain a little perspective!” You snapped. Jack’s wing pressed into your back in an attempt to comfort you, and to be honest, it did the job.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Sam muttered, turning to Cas once again. “So, what exactly does this whole thing mean?”

Cas leaned back in his chair. His hands clasped together in his lap. “It is really quite self explanatory. An angel’s wings can only be seen by other angels and, in very special cases, that angel’s intended soulmate.” A pleased smile stretched across his lips as his eyes flickered back and forth between you and Jack. “Not many angels have the fortune of getting a soulmate, so this is truly quite remarkable. I’m glad you two have found each other. You deserve all the comfort your bond brings.”

Though you remained rigid with shock, you couldn’t help the smile blooming on your face from the sentiment. Castiel might be a ferocious warrior trained and worked as a soldier for eons, but at the end of the day the seraph would always be a huge softie.

“So is this like, God hath come down and decreed that these two shall bang?” Dean asked as bluntly as possible. You were sure that by that point, all the blood in your body was circulating through only your face and cheeks.

“D-Dean!” You scolded him. Your voice raised an octave or two in your embarrassment. The older hunter cast you a simple wink.

Castiel shook his head, paying no mind to the awkward atmosphere you were radiating in reaction to Dean’s words. “I’m unsure how their bond was put in place. For other angels, God did hand pick the angels and their soulmate counterparts and set the bond himself, however that was millennia ago. There have been no new fledglings since then, and therefore, no more bonds to create. How this one was made is beyond me.” The answer was just enough to answer a few of their questions, only to leave them with a handful more that would surely remain a mystery.

A low groan escaped your lips as you settled your forehead on your knees, which were still tucked up against your chest. This was too much. This was way too much. You hadn’t even spilled your feelings about Jack and you were already going to be rejected, and by your soulmate no less. Jack surely saw you as just a friend, and as much as it hurt, you vowed to go forward however he wished. A moment or two passed in complete silence before anyone moved.

“I’m gonna head to bed,” Sam announced. His chair legs squealed against the ground as he scooted away from the table to stand. The sound of Dean agreeing and standing up made itself prominent, followed by a quick whack!

“What?” Cas’s voice muttered in confusion. More silence, then, “Oh! Yes, yes I should leave as well. Very busy recently. Lots of things to get done. Being alive again is very time consuming. Good night everyone.” A tell tale flap of wings and a gust of wind strong enough to turn the pages of the book in front of you let you know that he had gone. Dean’s retreat to his bedroom was clear by the heavy footsteps overshadowing his faint muttering about Castiel’s cluelessness.

“(Y/N)?” Jack’s voice called softly from his place next to you. You let out a hum of acknowledgement, but refused to lift your head to meet his eyes. Apparently, this was not enough for the nephilim. He let out a sigh, and soon enough he had hooked his foot on the leg of your chair and dragged it over until it collided with his own with a clank! Even still, your head stayed down. “(Y/N) please look at me?”

“No thank you,” you muttered. Your voice was muffled through the denim of your jeans, but he understood you all the same.

Another sigh from the man. The wing on your back grew heavier against your shoulders, as though he was no longer making an effort to hold it up. “Is it really so bad that you have to be with me?”

Your body froze. His voice wavered with uncertainty and self doubt. That one question was enough to make your heart shatter in your chest. He sounded broken by his realization - no, his idea that you didn’t want him. He thought you were going to reject him.

Your resolve faded away in that moment, and you carefully lifted your head to meet his watery eyed gaze. His lip quivered slightly with his breathing, and it took everything in you not to hold him close and make sure he never has to suffer again. His hands were in his lap, fingers toying with the fuzzy material along the inside of his jacket. He always told you how much he loved the jacket because it was so soft. It comforted him when he got scared. He was seeking out that comfort. Because of you.

“Jack, no, that’s not what this is about at all,” you whispered, being sure to meet his gaze in an attempt to prove your truthfulness. “It’s not bad for me, Jack. Not at all. I just… I worry about how you feel about this whole situation. I’m not exactly the best option you could’ve had. You could’ve been soulmates with a nice, normal, everyday citizen with none of this emotional baggage coming along with them. Someone without a hero complex, or memories of Hell, or enough nightmares behind their eyelids to give Stephen King a run for his money. You could’ve had someone like that, but instead it’s just… me.” You fought to swallow the rising lump in your throat as you finished speaking.

“You… You aren’t ashamed of me?” Jack asked you in disbelief. The broken shards of your heart continued to crumble into dust. The absolute awe in his eyes over the simple fact that you weren’t ashamed to be his soulmate was devastating. He truly thought so little of himself already in his short life.

“Of course not, sweetheart,” you assured the nephilim. You dropped your feet back to the ground and reached towards him, resting your palm against his cheek. The tears he had built up along his bottom lid escaped their confines to trail down his cheeks. Your eyes followed the droplet as it made its way down along the curves of his face. Just before it reached his jawline, you raised your other hand up and swiped your thumb over the teardrop. Your finger followed the wet trail it left behind, wiping away the remnants until both palms were pressed against his cheeks. Your thumbs brushed carefully over his cheekbones as you cradled the man’s face in your hands.

“But I’m an abomination. I’m Lucifer’s son, I might be evil. I could hurt you. I could kill you!” He insisted, his eyes growing panicked with each passing second. You shook your head.

“You’re not evil, and you won’t hurt me. I trust you. And so what if the angels think you’re an abomination? They say the same thing about Sam, you know. Is Sam bad?” He shook his head slowly. “Exactly. Sometimes… Sometimes people are treated badly just because of who they are. It’s not right, and it’s not good, but it happens. That’s why we do our best to prove those people wrong. Okay? You’ve saved people, and you’re going to continue saving people, because that’s who you are. You’re good, Jack. You’re so good, and I wish I could get you to believe that yourself.”

Once again you found yourself staring back at a pair of red rimmed, tear brimming eyes. If you thought he was in awe before, then this was absolute disbelief. His mouth hung just slightly ajar as his eyes scanned your face for any signs that you were lying. A moment passed, and he must have been satisfied with his findings, because soon enough he was pulling you towards him and pressing his lips to yours. You leaned in to the kiss and your eyes fluttered shut. The taste of the soda he had off to the side still lingered on his lips, and all too soon you had to pull away.

Jack’s eyes were shining in the low light of the library. He pressed his forehead to yours, brushing his nose over yours in an affectionate manner. “I think I like kissing,” he commented in a soft tone.

A chuckle escaped you. “Feel free to do it anytime, then,” you welcomed with a dazed grin. Jack smiled before connecting your lips with his own once again. He pulled you flush against him, and soon enough you were encompassed in the soft warmth of a pair of large white and golden wings, encapsulating you two together and blocking out the rest of the world, because in the end, none of that really mattered. As long as you had Jack by your side, you knew you could get through anything.

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[takikojou]

Wincest questionnaire no 28?? I wonder what you'd do with that. 😁

I think it’s the first time someone asked my for a prompt and I feel honoured! Thank you for that. ♥

#28 Dean finds a love letter from Sam that he isn’t supposed to see. - What does it say?

Keeping it short... well, maybe next time. ;) I wrote two letters, bc Sam’s feelings are still the same, but his attitude changed. Still, both Sam’s are needy bottoms. Welcome to my world! And I apologise for this long post! I tried to insert a “keep reading” line, but apparently I can’t do that with “answers”...

A letter for Dean - 1998 Fuck. Just fuck. I can hear you, Dean. I can hear her, I can hear the bed and the quick banging against the wall right now. She can't hold it back and is nearly screaming your name. Another little whore. I could be that. I'd be better than her. No unnecessary flirting, no cheesy pick up lines. Just bend me over the table, open me up, take me.

I can handle you. Trust me, I can. There are still a few inches height difference between you and me and I'd be tight, so very tight, but I'm sure you'd love it. I want to feel every inch of yours, when you push your solid cock inside of me. I'd probably be unable to walk properly for days, but I want it like that. I want you to fuck me as hard and rough as that girl next door, make me scream your name, make me moan, I'd love under your hands...

Two weeks ago, I watched you. I saw you and that blonde dumb bitch from the diner. How you pushed your tongue into her mouth while pulling her panties down. That mood-killing moment when you put that rubber on. Another upside with me, there's no baby-mama-drama. Just bliss. You can fill me up and watch me drip with no consequences...

You turned her around and fucked her. She loved every second of it. It was obvious. And I watched your hips move, back and forth, the sweat that slowly dripped from your forehead. I saw it all while I had my hand in my boxers, jerking of to your rhythm, so desperate and sick. I came so hard, it was a fucking mess in my hand and jeans and I had to hurry so you wouldn't see me.

Yes, I'm fucking jealous of all those whores. Yes, I know this is sick, but for fuck's sake, it's also sick that I know how to stitch cuts since I was 10, how to kill a werewolf, how to dismantle a weapon... What I want to know is how it feels when your cock stretches my ass. How quick can I make you come in some petrol station toilet stall, I want to know the sound of your voice sensually breathing my name.

You just came. I heard it. The bed's quiet now. You're satisfied. My jeans are again too tight.

This is all so fucked up. Nothing in my life turns out right, and I just fucking hate it. I fucking hate myself. I hate myself as much as I love you...

A letter for Dean - 2020 Dear Dean, this is probably a waste of paper since you'll never going to read this, but I need to get this out of my head somehow. You'd tell me to talk about it. It's unhealthy to bury this stuff inside, but there's already so much mess inside me, a little more won't do any harm. Especially since this fits perfectly to the already fucked up stuff in my head. I'm a freak, there's nothing new about it.

But there's no way you can ever know about this part of me. Never. I'm too terrified you'd leave me and after all, there's one thing I can't: Lose you. I need you, Dean. I need you so much more than you are aware of. And fuck, I hate myself for it. Hated myself since I don't know. Sometimes our life's so screwed, I forget about my feelings, which is a bliss in a really weird way. Burying myself in work helps most of the time. But still...

When I say I need you, I mean I need to feel you. Your hands on my body when you take care of me, I wish they'd touch me everywhere, your skin on my. For twenty years now, I'm wondering what your lips taste like. How does it feel when your lips part while kissing and your tongue... Could you take care of me like you take care of all those ladies you probably forgotten about. Undress me, go down on me... while you bend me over the table in the library. I want whatever you can give me. Your tongue, your finger, your...

I know I shouldn't but I've seen it. Seen the full pretty shape of your whole body. The perfect lines. Anytime I'd drop on my knees. Suck on your impressive... Hold my head, pull my hair, make me choke... You get the idea, right?

I want you inside me, Dean, I want it so bad, it hurts, believe me. Your nails digging inside my skin while you take me roughly. No caution, no holding back. I heard the way the bed squeak when you do some random chick. Do me the same way, please. The rapid rhythm, the smacking sound of skin on skin, make me moan, make me mewl when you push yourself all in. I want to scream your name while you mark me as yours. Fuck me, right? Yeah, just fuck me...

I'm probably the most fucked up human being on earth with my history, plus this feelings for you. I despise myself for that. You got on grade A POS of a little brother. I ruined your life already the day I was born, so trust me, I'll keep this inside, kept inside of me all those years because I love you. And I'd rather suffer than losing you.

--- I enjoyed writing this. If you enjoyed reading this, feel free to send me a prompt. ♥

[lunatens]

flowers in your footsteps

word count: 1912

genre: magic au, flufffff!!

pairing: forest nymph!reader x lee minho

summary: basically you’re a forest nymph and your cute bf Minho lives nearby and comes to visit you after school and that’s pretty much it lol

a/n: kesya you inspired me to write something magic bc magic is actually the best and every time u write something magical or fantasy I die so I *tried* to do something involving a lil magic!

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the bark digs into your back as you lean against the trunk of your favourite maple tree (it’s your favourite because it happens to be the closest tree to minho’s backyard about 50 meters away) perched in your usual spot on a thick branch high up in the tree. you keep a firm gaze on the back door of minho’s house; your keen ears picked up on the school bus’ distant roar about half an hour ago, so minho should be here by now. you let your head rest back against the trunk, looking up at the delicate branches and leaves above you. a few beams of sunlight are able to find their way through the thick canopy of leaves, but otherwise the tree provides a fair amount of protection from the hot afternoon sun. the still summer air is so thick you feel like you could swim through it, and strands of hair are plastered to your neck and forehead from your sweat. you sigh in annoyance at the humidity and summon a gentle breeze to help cool yourself off. it tickles the trees and causes the leaves to rustle about on their branches, so you close your eyes to listen to your favourite sound (well, your favourite sound besides minho’s laugh of course).

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your eyes fly open at the familiar squeak of minho’s back door opening and closing, and you excitedly leap down from the tree, bare feet landing in the soft grass below. your sudden movement startles a couple of birds who were feeding on the ground nearby, and they fly away in a flurry of flaps and anxious chirps. you mutter a quiet apology then turn to wave at minho, who’s now approaching the edge of the forest.

“you’re late,” you say with a pout as he finally reaches you under the shady copse of trees. minho leans in to press an apologetic kiss to your cheek, and you roll your eyes (but he still notices your little smile and the subtle blush on your cheeks, and he knows you never get tired of his kisses).

“i know, i’m sorry. rehearsal for the dance show tomorrow went a little longer than usual, so i had to walk home. i brought you something though,” he says, reaching into his bag and pulling out two brightly coloured popsicles. you gasp in excitement, eagerly grabbing one and tearing off the wrapper.

“i figured they’d be nice on a day like today,” minho says, opening the other one for himself. you simply nod in return, mouth full of flavoured ice.

“thank you,” you say, leaning in to give minho a sweet, sticky kiss. he lets out a loud laugh and rustles your hair, and you stick out your purple-stained tongue at him.

“i have another way we can cool down; let’s head to chan’s pond!” you suggest, taking minho’s hand to lead him into the forest. chan is one of your closest friends; you befriended the water nymph when he found you practicing growing lilypads in his pond as a you g child, and the two of you have been like siblings ever since. chan is one of the few nymphs in the forest that didn’t shun you after they found out about your human boyfriend, and you’re eternally grateful to him for sticking by your side.

you lead minho through the forest, guiding him around all of the roots and rocks along the way to make sure he doesn’t trip. you walk in a comfortable silence, listening to the vibrant sounds of the forest; cicadas buzzing, birds singing, and the trickle of chan’s little waterfall growing ever louder.

“i really wish you could come tomorrow,” minho says, breaking the silence, and you can hear the faint sadness in his voice.

“minnie, you know i can’t leave the forest; believe me, i would if i could,” you say. “i wish i could be there to see you perform, i’m sure it’ll be amazing. you’ll just have to perform it for me!” you say, trying to cheer him up.

“anything for you,” he says with a wink. “i could use another rehearsal anyways,” he adds on. you reach the pond and you wave to chan, who’s sprawled out on a sunny rock across the water; he lifts his head up to glance over his sunglasses at you (minho brought him a gift for being so kind to the two of you) then flops back down on the rock, toes dipping into the cool pond water. minho goes to take off his shirt and jump in the water, but you tug him towards the large grassy clearing beside the pond.

“dance first,” you beg, and minho easily caves under your puppy dog eyes.

“i don’t have music though,” he says, and you shrug your shoulders, folding your arms as you lean against a tree. minho looks at you for a moment, then sighs and begins to dance, his movements fluid and graceful. each time he takes a step you grow a small flower in his footsteps, so by the end of the dance minho is surrounded by a cluster of colourful wildflowers. he stands there breathless, huffing and puffing as he looks around him in wonder. his shirt is damp with sweat, but when he pulls you in for a hug you could care less.

“you’re such a show off,” he says with a cheeky grin, then more quietly adds “but i’ll never get over how much beauty you add to this world,” and you giggle shyly.

“it’s just a couple flowers,” you mumble, and minho just stares at you in awe. his eyes flicker down to your lips, and you make the first move, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close so you can kiss him. despite the heat, the kiss is still magical and wonderful and soft as always, and it tastes of the fruity popsicles you had earlier. minho parts his lips, allowing you to deepen the kiss, and his hands move to rest on your hips, when suddenly you’re hit with what feels like someone dumping a bucket of ice cold water over the two of you. you and minho pull away from each other immediately, gasping in shock and the sudden coldness. you brush the water from your eyes and turn to glare at chan, who’s now sitting up on his rock and peering at you through his sunglasses, a triumphant smirk on his sun kissed face.

“no making out at my pond when i’m here,” he says. “now are you two gonna swim or not?” he questions, and in response minho peels off his now drenched shirt, picks you up in his arms (you let out a screech of laughter at this) and leaps into the pond, the two of you laughing as you enjoy the refreshing cool water. chan shakes his head at the two of you, mutters a quiet “children,” under his breath then lies back down on the rock.

~

after a long while of splashing each other and swimming and goofing around, the pruny wrinkles on your fingers and toes tell you it’s time to get out of the water. currently you and minho are sitting at the base of the waterfall, letting the gentle stream of water trickle over your heads and chatting about whatever you feel like.

“okay minho, let’s go,” you say as you glide back into the water, looking at him and waiting for him to follow.

“race you!” he says suddenly, and launches himself into the pond, swimming furiously for the shore. you chase after him, but it’s hard to swim when you’re erupting in fits of giggles and the pond water keeps getting in your mouth. in a last ditch effort you grow a long winding plant from the bottom of the pond; just as minho is about to reach the shore, it snakes itself around his ankle and pulls him back through the water.

“unfair!” he whines as you pass him, swimming gracefully while he flails and splashed trying to break free of the plant’s grasp. you eventually release him just as you climb out of the water, wringing out your hair satisfied while minho slowly paddles towards you, defeated. you call upon a soft breeze to help dry the two of you off, and minho shivers at the cool air on his bare skin. you pass him his shirt (still damp from earlier) and he pulls it on, shaking the water out of his hair. you notice the goosebumps on his arm, so you pull him into you and wrap your arms around him.

“can we go watch the sunset?” you ask, looking up at him. the sky above you is mostly clear, with the occasional cloud scattered somewhere in the vast sea of blue.

“okay… but then i really have to go, my mom’ll want me back,” he says, planting a kiss on your forehead. you both wave goodbye to chan, who seems to be preoccupied talking to some of the fish passing by in the creek. you and minho walk side by side through the forest, the fading sunlight making the woods grow slowly darker. you can hear the frogs begin to sing from the pond in the distance, and the air grows chillier by the minute.

~

“remember when you first moved in and came to the forest?” you ask minho. you’re curled up against him as the two of you sit up as high as you can safely climb in the tallest tree in the forest; you’ve bent the branches to support the two of you and make sure you can’t fall out—you’re fine, but you notice the way minho’s face pales and his heart rate picks up each time you climb the tree. the sun is a bright smear on the horizon, casting a golden glow on everything, and the sky is alight with pinks and blues and oranges. minho hums in response, thinking back fondly to when he’d startled you and you fell from the low branch you were on.

“yeah, i remember you cried and when your tears hit the ground they turned into little sprouts and i thought i was going crazy,” he says with a light laugh. “remember when i first showed you my ipod?” he asks, and in response you start singing the first song he ever showed you, belting out the lyrics as minho laughs and pulls you closer into him.

“remember our first kiss? it was in this very tree,” you say, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“hmm..i don’t know, you’ll have to jog my memory,” minho says with a smirk before leaning in and gently placing his lips on yours. you can’t help but smile at how cheesy he is, and you rest your head on his shoulder after pulling away, sighing contentedly.

~

the last rays of sunlight fade away; the two of you watch a flock of geese cross the sky as the first stars start to appear in the sky. a shooting star streaks across the sky, and you gasp excitedly.

“minho! make a wish!”

“i don’t need to, i have everything i need right here,” he says with a wink; as cheesy and goofy as he is, your heart can’t help but melt at his words, and you realize he’s right; what more is there to wish for when you have the whole world right next to you.

~

requested by @skydivingstars (kesya ilysmmm!! thank you this was suPEr duper fun to write) <3

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Gratitude (Michael Langdon X Reader) Part 2

this is some nasty ass shit right here. femdoms, get ya popcorn ready, bc... ohhhh boy😈😈 this takes place a while after gratitude part 1, when michael goes to the hawthorne school!

plot: michael langdon, boy wonder, has newfound confidence and power after going away to the hawthorne school. that doesn’t mean that he’s exempt from discipline, though, and it looks like he’s in need of some.

warnings: sub!michael, fem!reader, pegging, face fucking(w/ a strap on), anal fingering lmao, degradation, dirty talk, spanking

word count: 4k 

“You know, Michael,” you said, your hands traveling up his dress shirt as you slid each button into its hold, “as much as I hate not having you around, it’s partly worth it just to see you in this outfit.”

He chuckled, straightening his neck for you as you tied the thin black ribbon into a neat bow and folded his collar down. “You like it?” he asked hopefully, widening his eyes half-seriously.

“Are you kidding? I love it,” you said, reaching up to adjust his hair so it framed his face the way he liked.

You hadn’t seen Michael since he’d gone away to the Hawthorne school a month ago; you were beyond proud of him for being as skilled as he was, but it had gotten so lonely no longer having your blond-haired boyfriend at an arm’s length from you. Being here with him now, you felt whole. He was your other half, and it killed you to be away from him.

“Though, I have to say, it’d probably look a lot better on the floor,” you said, your voice lowering as you slid your hands across his waist and pulled him close to you. You looked up at him, craning your neck to whisper into his ear: “Have you been a good boy this past month?”

He nodded, cheeks flushing. He’d changed drastically from the shy, sweet boy he’d once been, but certain things about him had remained the same. Even though he was powerful now and confident in his demeanor, he still loved nothing more than to be completely under your control. 

“Good,” you whispered, enjoying the way his breath hitched in response to your close proximity. “Then I’ll have to reward you later.”

There was a flurry of noise from behind his bedroom door, followed by the sound of someone’s knuckles impatiently rapping against it. “Langdon, dude, come on. We’re all going to get dinner now.”

He looked in the direction of the noise, a disinterested look on his face. “Go on,” you said. “I’ll meet you there. I’m not finished getting ready yet.”

“I’d rather stay here with you,” he mumbled, pressing his lips against your jaw. There was more knocking at the door, which you both did not react to.

“I’m gonna be a while. I was driving all day to come see you, I look a mess.” You put your finger up to his mouth, preventing him from offering the obligatory No, you don’t that boyfriends were expected to give. “I already ate dinner. I’m just gonna come down to say hi to your friends.”

He nodded, kissing you softly before turning to the door. “Be right out,” he called.

“His girlfriend is visiting him,” came a second muffled voice. “His dick is probably being sucked as we speak.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, and he cleared his throat. “I can hear you, you know.”

There was a chorus of laughter from the group of boys behind the door, and you rolled your eyes. “Go on, have fun,” you said, pushing him lightly in the direction of the door. He looked over his shoulder at you with a grin, and then he was off. You shook your head, listening to the boisterous voices of his friends, almost feeling like a disapproving mother dropping her son off with his bad-influence friends. This is normal, you thought, albeit sadly, unable to shake the inkling of worry you harbored that he’d forget about you.

Of course he wouldn’t forget about you. He loved you. He owned you, even, just as much as you owned him. You took in a breath and sat down on the side of his bed, rummaging through your makeup bag. It’d been so much easier when it had only been the two of you, but you had to let him experience his life. He needed it. He deserved it, more than anyone else.

But still, you worried.

//

“Dude, is that from your girlfriend? That shit’s fuckin’ humongous,” you heard a faceless warlock say as you walked through the dining hall. From a few other boys came a murmur of agreement, and you wondered what they were talking about as you scanned the tables for Michael.

You heard a cocky-sounding laugh, and a familiar one at that. All at once, you realized what was going on: Michael was sitting with his back to you, but you could tell he was tilting his head to one side in order to show off the reddish-purple welt on his neck while his friends stared in awe. “Oh, this? Well, yeah. I mean, she couldn’t keep her hands off me. You know how needy girls can get.”

You stopped in your tracks. Fucking idiot, you thought, folding your arms in front of you in wait of what else he might say. “Damn. She must have been really going at it,” laughed a dark-haired boy, leaning in to get a better look at the mark.

Michael shrugged nonchalantly, and from the bit of his profile you could see, you could tell there was a smirk on his lips. “I had to tell her, you know, ‘my friends and I wanna get dinner, and we’ll have plenty of time later to-‘“

You decided this was the perfect time to interrupt, approaching behind Michael and placing your hands on his shoulders, demanding the attention of the entire group.

“Are you guys talking about that mark on Michael’s neck? Yeah, it’s pretty crazy. He was really curious about seeing what he’d look like with straight hair, so he borrowed my straightener and accidentally burnt the shit out of himself.” You weren’t even lying, either, which made him all the more pathetic for gloating to his friends.

Michael looked up at you with a close-mouthed grin, and you were satisfied to see the panic behind his pale eyes. “There you are, baby,” he said, his voice cracking nervously. “I was wondering what was taking so long. Guys, this is (y/n).”

One warlock snorted, his eyes traveling back and forth between you and Michael as he regarded your expressions. “So, like, did you actually get that mark from a hair straightener?”

Michael’s shoulders slumped, your hands still perched on them, and you gave him a hard squeeze. You didn’t need to see his face to know that he was burning up. Good, you thought. He should be fucking embarrassed. “What else would it be from?” you said brightly, staring down the warlock who sat next to Michael until he scooted over.

You slid in next to your boyfriend, immediately gripping his thigh beneath the table; your nails sank into his skin through his dress pants, causing him to wince. “Sorry,” you said, leaning an elbows on the table and settling your chin on your palm. “I just couldn’t keep my hands off you, I guess.”

The look he gave you showed you enough; he knew he was fucked. And soon enough, he would be- you could guarantee that.

//

“What the fuck was that about?” you demanded, not bothering to wait for Michael to shut his bedroom door behind him. He looked at you sheepishly, hands in his pockets.

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I just- you know how guys are, right? I just want them to like me.”

“Save it,” you snapped, reaching for your bag which sat on his bed. “Get on your fucking knees. You wanna use your mouth so bad? Then I’ll make sure you do.”

He sank to his knees immediately, pulling off his jacket and discarding it behind him, an eager smirk on his lips as he looked up at you. “Is this supposed to be a punishment? You know how much I love to taste you.”

You laughed humorlessly, taking his chin in your hand and harshly turning it upwards. “Oh, believe me, Michael. You aren’t tasting me tonight.”

Before he could respond, you took your bag into the bathroom, leaving him kneeling on the wood. You hadn’t planned to punish him tonight, but his behavior certainly warranted it. As pissed off as you were at him for having been so completely idiotic, the thought of having him beg and plead excited you, to say the least. You rummaged through your bag in search of the surprise you’d brought for Michael, your underwear dampening in anticipation.

When you found your strap-on, you smiled deviously to yourself. You’d used it on Michael before, but he didn’t know that you’d brought it with you to visit him, and you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you presented it before him. Hiking up your skirt and pulling off your underwear, you put it on, running your fingertips along the length. 

You always felt sort of powerful when you wore it, especially when you had Michael on his knees in front of you. You pulled your skirt back down and walked back into Michael’s room, finding him in the same spot you’d left him.

You looked at him and scoffed; he was noticeably hard through his expensive pants, his lips parted and eager. Slowly you made your way over to him, stopping once your crotch was in front of his face. Then you grabbed a fist full of golden curls and yanked his head back to look at you, drawing a soft yelp from his mouth.

“Open your mouth,” you ordered, and immediately he did as he was told. “And keep your hands on your knees. You don’t get to touch me.”

He watched as you pulled up your skirt, hands fidgeting restlessly over his thighs as you revealed the thick length of the strap-on. His eyes widened, but you didn’t allow him to question you- you forced the fake cock into his mouth, making him gag, your fists tightly grasping his hair.  

He let out a strangled choking sound as you forced it to the back of his throat, your grip tight enough to keep him in place. “What do you think your little warlock friends would think if they saw this, huh? Their strong boy wonder choking on his girlfriend’s fake cock.”

He moaned, and you knew he was loving this. You pulled his head back and thrusted your hips forward, finding a steady rhythm to fuck his face. Even though you weren’t being touched, you almost moaned yourself, just by witnessing Michael in this state of submission. “You think they’d still think you were a big man if they saw this? Huh?”

You tugged his hair and he shook his head as best he could, saliva dribbling down his chin and onto the front of his shirt. He’d balled his fists up over his legs, struggling not to reach out and touch you, but you refrained from praising him- he didn’t deserve it. 

“You’re taking my cock so well,” you mumbled, licking your lips at the vulgar noises coming from your boyfriend’s throat. Glancing down, you could see that his eyes were shut as he immersed himself in the degrading act. “Look at me,” you demanded, and his eyes snapped open, darkened with lust.

“You want me to fuck you?” you asked him, slowing down the thrusts to watch him slide his head up and down the length. He nodded, and you pulled the cock out of his mouth, watching him for a moment as he gasped for air. His lips were swollen and red, eyes heavy-lidded, and you reached down to stroke his jaw. He looked beautiful like this, all disheveled and lustful and used. 

“Get up,” you said, and he jumped to his feet, using the back of his sleeve to wipe away the spit on his mouth. “What do you say?” you brushed his hair out of his face before cupping it.

“Thank you,” he said, eyelashes fluttering shyly. You could see by the way his cheeks had flushed that he was thoroughly humiliated, but knowing Michael, it probably had made him rock hard.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” you told him simply, folding your arms in front of you as you waited for him to strip. You watched him undress, mouth watering when he pulled down his boxers to expose his hardened length, leaking with precum; as much as you wanted to feel it inside you, or wrap your lips around the flushed tip, you’d have to ignore it- this was a punishment, after all.

He crawled onto the bed and laid on his stomach, his rounded ass on display for you as he looked over his shoulder and shot you a coy grin. You responded with a cold stare, before returning to your bag and retrieving a bottle of lube, which of course was essential for times like this.

You climbed onto the bed after him, parting his legs so you were behind him, the tip of your strap-on poking at his ass. He wiggled a bit, and you placed your palm on his lower back to keep him still. Then you put down the lube next to him and reached forward to spread his ass cheeks, fingernails digging into his soft flesh.

He whined, and you landed a smack on his cheek hard enough to leave a palm-shaped mark. You moved one hand downwards and ran your fingertips lightly over his entrance, causing him to shiver, porcelain skin dotted over with goosebumps. “Do your friends know you like to get fucked in the ass?” you asked him, circling your fingers around his hole teasingly. “That you like having your hole filled up while you get fucked into the mattress?”

He squirmed, and you slapped him again, the sound of your hand connecting with his skin crisp and loud. “Answer me, Michael.”

“N-no, they don’t know,” he whispered, and you brought two fingers to your lips, sucking them noisily.

“And why not? You had no problem lying to them about how desperate I was to suck on your neck,” you said calmly, dipping your wet fingers just barely inside him. He groaned and you stopped, tracing your fingers along his spine with mock-tenderness.

“B-because it’s- it’s embarrassing,” he said, his voice cracking. You pushed your fingers further inside him, reveling in how impossibly tight he was. You hadn’t fucked him like this in a while, so you knew you’d have to prep him with extra care tonight.

“But you love it so much,” you said, now knuckle deep inside him, and he rolled his hips back needily against you. “Even right now. You’re so desperate for me to push my fingers all the way in you, reach that spot that drives you crazy. Isn’t that right?”

He nodded frantically, his curls bouncing as he mumbled something incomprehensible. “So why would you be embarrassed?” you asked, spreading apart your fingers slightly to stretch him as you slid them deeper.

“B-because,” he let out a shaky sob as you completely filled him, parting your fingers further now and pumping them slowly.

“Because you don’t want them to know their manly supreme-to-be is really a needy little boy who wants to be fucked like a bitch?” The words were biting, lingering on the back of your tongue after they came out; you’d feel guilty if you didn’t already know how hard they were making him.

He only groaned, your pace increasing slowly but surely as you fucked him with your fingers. He was so tight, it almost worried you that your fingers would soon be replaced with a reasonably large dick, but you knew he could handle it. He loved the discomfort, the pain, and the way it melted seamlessly into the pleasure. He arched his back, rolling his ass against your hand to try and feel as much of you as possible. “Stay still,” you warned, and he returned his hips to rest against the mattress.

“Tell me how bad you wanna be fucked,” you said, twisting a strand of his hair from the nape of his neck around your free hand. “Beg for it like the bitch you are.”

He moaned at your words, his voice dropping an octave as your fingers thrusted down inside him harshly. You tugged his hair, bringing his head up off the pillow so you could hear his pleading clearly; this was the part that always excited you the most.

“P-please,” he said, raspy and raw. He balled up his fists around his sheets, a dip forming on his lower back as he lifted his ass up towards you. “I n-need it. Please.”

You hummed, scissoring your fingers apart for a third time in order to get him ready for what was to come. “I don’t think you deserve it.”

“Please, I’ll be a good boy, I promise,” he croaked, and you let go of his hair, sending his face plummeting back into the pillows and staining them with his tears.

“I don’t know, Michael,” you said pensively, holding him down while you increased the speed of your rhythm; he was crying now, muscular shoulders shaking, and for a moment you genuinely wondered what his friends would make of a scene like this. “You told me earlier that you were a good boy, but that was a lie.”

“(Y/n),” he begged, and abruptly you pulled your fingers out of him. You reached for the lube, unable to draw this out any longer. You hadn’t had him under you like this in so long.

“You don’t deserve this,” you said, squirting some of the clear substance into your palm and stroking it along your plastic member. You rubbed the rest around his entrance, which you could tell was already sore from the way he winced against your touch. “But I’m going to give it to you, only because you’re so fucking desperate for it.”

He panted as you rubbed the tip of the cock against his entrance, eliciting some sort of garbled noise from the back of his throat. He held up his hips for you, and you eased the member inside of him, going slowly to start out. You held onto his side firmly with one hand, the other traveling between the valleys of muscle and bone on either side of his spine. It took everything inside of you not to start fucking him senseless, but god, he looked fucking irresistible right now, face down and ass up all for you.

Pushing your hips down with moderate force, he let out a strangled scream as you slid deep inside him all at once, the lube having made the penetration far easier. His body twitched when the head of the cock brushed against his innermost spot, his knuckles turning white as they tightened and twisted around the sheets. You placed your other hand on his opposite side, grunting slightly as you pushed inside him, watching his ass clench greedily around the member. 

“H-harder,” he choked out, and you steadied your hips to a halt. You contemplated for a moment before landing your palm against his ass cheek, hard. 

“Quiet, unless I tell you otherwise,” you said, jerking your hips back a few inches and thrusting back inside him. He collapsed against the bed, no longer able to support his hips in the air, his body shaking pitifully. 

“Fuck,” he said, and you slapped him again, his skin hot and soft against your hand. His mind clearly wasn’t fully present at the moment, though, because seconds later, he followed up with another “harder”. 

“What did I just tell you?” you hissed, not expecting a reply; he was too far gone at this point to be obedient. You pulled him back against the cock roughly with each forward thrust, his body practically writhing as you fucked him. You could probably cum from the sight of Michael alone; it aroused you beyond belief to fuck him into a sobbing mess all while he begged for more.

“You take my cock so well,” you murmured for the second time that evening, and it was true; he hadn’t been fucked like this in so long, and yet he took it so graciously despite the discomfort he was likely experiencing. He bucked his ass backwards to meet your thrusts, and you couldn’t find it in you to scold him. 

Your thrusts weren’t too fast, but they were forceful, and with each push of your hips pressing him against the mattress, his whimpers grew louder and louder. Getting a good hold on him with one hand, you reached your other one to hold onto his curls, grunting as you increased your speed.

“P-please,” he breathed, and from the bit of his face you could see, it was apparent that his skin was streaked with dried tears. You smirked, entering him fully before grinding against his ass, making sure he felt every inch. He shivered, feeling the head of your strap-on push against his prostate, and you rocked yourself forward to apply further pressure. 

“Tell me how pathetic you are for lying to your friends,” you said, using his hair to lift him up further so you could hear him speak.

“I’m pathetic, s-so pathetic,” he cried, and you administered another hard, ruthless thrust into him. “God, harder.”

“I’m already fucking you hard, and you want more?” you said mockingly, complying to his requests and pounding into him so aggressively, you almost lost your balance. “You’re a greedy little boy, begging me to be fucked when you know you don’t deserve it.”

“It- it feels so- so- fuck.” You adjusted your position so your thrusts were angled downwards, a sure fire way of hitting the spot that would make him cum. You knew that after the way he’d behaved, he shouldn’t be allowed to, but it would be another level of cruel to leave him like this- you were nowhere near a saint, but some things were too much, even for you. 

“Who do you belong to?” you demanded, releasing his hair and letting him drop face-first into the pillow with a soft thud. He sniffled, turning his head to the side, squirming below you restlessly.

“Y-you, (y/n), I b-belong to- fuck,” he stuttered, and you began to fuck him sloppily, focusing on getting him to his climax, a bead of sweat traveling down your forehead as your heart raced from your vigorous movements. At this point, he was probably in some degree of pain as you pushed inside his tight hole, but you knew he craved it. His body was near limp below you, worn out from being used, and he could hardly manage to let out more than a few soft, shaky moans.

Your chest pressed against his back, which was glistening from the sweat coating every inch of his skin. You didn’t care; you loved it, loved how weak you made him. Jutting yourself down further, you felt him contract and shake; you bounced your hips slightly, keeping the cock in the same spot, knowing that this would cause him to unravel, melt into a puddle beneath you. 

He gasped, and that was it- you wished you could see his face as he came, witness his heavy-lidded blue eyes flutter shut as his perfect lips parted in ecstasy. But this was enough. Listening to his little sighs, too fatigued for anything stronger. 

He tensed, and then he shook almost violently, and then he was almost motionless, save for his heaving back. You kissed his shoulder, pulling the strap-on out of him slowly, so as not to hurt him. Gently you rolled him onto his back, running your fingers over his cheeks and wiping away the tears. He looked up at you with a dazed expression, opening his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but no words came out.

“I love you, Michael,” you told him truthfully, stroking his moist, disheveled hair. “But don’t pull that stupid shit again.” 

He tilted his head upwards, just barely enough to show you that he was nodding in agreement, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. You pulled yourself off the bed, removing the strap-on from under your skirt as you began to undress and change into your pajamas. You considered lying down next to him and making yourself cum, but you were exhausted from the session and knew Michael repay you later on anyways.

Pulling on your sweatpants, you heard Michael roll onto his side. “(Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” 

It was genuine, whole-hearted. 

You smiled.

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