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joelmillerisapunk · 2 days
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Divide my legs like a mathematician
Dbf!Joel x virgin!reader
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Wordcount: 4K
Summary: you find yourself drawn to Joel's confidence and charm, unable to resist the forbidden fruit. After sharing an intimate moment by the pool, you're left feeling both guilty and exhilarated, eager for more.
Warnings: 18+, virginity loss, reader has first kiss, age gap (reader is early 20's and Joel is however old you need him to be.) Reader has hair and breasts, and wears a bikini, unprotected p in v, m&f oral receiving, fingering, Joel comes twice. Joel, being a typical middle-aged man, saying "you know.."
Notes: please do not read if this kind of dynamic or situation is offputting or something you do not like or enjoy or object to. Please be responsible for yourself and your fic reading. Love you bye 💝 and don't ask about the title unless you wanna hear and see something weird 😂
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The sun beats down relentlessly, its fiery rays reflecting off the shimmering surface of the pool. You've sought refuge by its side, lying on a vibrant, floral towel, your swimsuit clinging to your skin. Your eyes flutter closed, and you breathe in the scent of chlorine and sunscreen, letting the warmth of the day lull you into a state of peaceful relaxation.
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a shadow eclipsing the sun. You squint up, the brightness giving way to the familiar face of Joel Miller, your dad's old buddy. The one you haven't seen in a few years.
His salt-and-pepper hair, flecked with silver, is styled in a casual yet purposeful way. His muscular build is evident through his t-shirt and swim trunks. Joel's eyes, a stunning shade of chocolate brown, crinkle at the corners as he turns his attention to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, who do we have here?" he asks, his gaze sweeping over your body in a way that makes you feel a bit nervous.
You shield your eyes from the sun with your hand before you reply, "Hey Joel, my dad's not here. He had to run some errands."
Joel chuckles, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, good thing you're here to keep me company while I wait for him.”
You roll your eyes, but you can't help the heat that rises to your face. "I'm not here to entertain you," you say, trying to sound stern.
Joel chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know you've sure grown up since I last saw ya, more beautiful than ever."
You can't help but feel a little flattered by his words, even if you try to hide it. You've always had a bit of a crush on Joel, but you know that he's off-limits, the forbidden fruit. He's your dad's friend, and he's much older than you. You've never even had a boyfriend, but there's something about him that you find irresistible. Maybe it's his confidence, or his sense of humor, or the way he makes you feel when he looks at you. Whatever it is, you can't help but be drawn to him.
You try to play it cool. "Oh, please, you're just saying that because you feel awkward being alone with me and you're trying to be nice."
"Maybe, maybe not," he admits. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're beautiful."
You feel your heart flutter at the way the word rolls off his tongue, but you try to hide your reaction. "Prove it," you say, challenging him.
Joel raises an eyebrow, chuckling. "Prove it?" he repeats. "How do you propose I do that?"
You shrug, trying to act nonchalant. "I dunno, race me to the other side of the pool, maybe?"
Joel's laughter rings out, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief as he accepts the challenge. "You're on.” With a swift and fluid motion, he peels off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and arms. The garment lands carelessly on a nearby chair, but you barely notice as your gaze follows the contours of his physique. You notice how broad he is and how beautiful in return you think he is.
Joel dives into the pool, cutting through the water with surprising grace and agility. The splash startles you, breaking your reverie, and you take a deep breath diving into the pool swimming as fast as you can towards the other side of the pool.
The cool water feels refreshing against your skin, but you're determined to win the race. You swim with all your might, your legs kicking furiously behind you. But despite your best efforts, Joel reaches the other side just before you do.
You come up for air, panting slightly, and Joel grins at you. "I win."
You stick your tongue out at him. "Fine, you win," you concede. "But that doesn't mean you're right about me being beautiful."
Joel's expression softens, and he looks at you with a seriousness that takes you by surprise. "You know darlin, I'm not just sayin' it to flatter you," he says as he gets out of the pool and then helps you out. "I've always thought you were beautiful. But now, you're all grown up, and I can't help but notice the way you move, the way you challenge me, it's all so - intoxicating."
His words make you feel self-conscious, but also excited. You've never had anyone talk to you like this before, and it's both scary and thrilling.
Joel notices your reaction and takes a step closer to you. "I know this is unexpected, and maybe even a little inappropriate," he says. "But, I can't help the way I feel. And I think you feel it too, don'tcha darlin?”
"I-I don't know," you stammer.
Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "It's okay, take your time. I'm not goin’ anywhere." You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You've never felt this way before, and you're not sure what to do. "It's okay," he repeats. "I know it’s a lot to take in.” Joel moves so his body mere inches away from yours. "You ever done anythin' before, you got a boyfriend?”
You pause, feeling the air get tense. You can't believe how abrupt he is to just ask like this. You shake your head, feeling a bit ashamed you've never even kissed a boy before, let alone have a boyfriend.
Joel can see the uncertainty in your eyes, but he also sees curiosity and desire. He takes a deep breath, and his eyes never leave yours. "You know, I can teach you how to please a man, how to be pleasured. I wanna make sure that when you do decide to be with someone, you're not so inexperienced."
Your eyes flitter around, never fully meeting Joel's gaze. "I dunno I've never done anything like this before," you admit.
Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently take your hand. "I know babygirl," he says. "And I'm not going to push you into anything. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, if you want me to be."
You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You know that what Joel is suggesting is wrong, but you can't help feeling like a snake, trying to convince yourself to take a bite of the juiciest looking apple you’ve ever seen. He's always been so helpful, and now that he's offering to show you the ways of intimacy, you can't help but be tempted. You really don't want to be so inexperienced when it's your real first time. "I want you to teach me Joel," you whisper.
Joel's face lights up, "I promise to make this a learning experience for you, somethin’ you'll never forget."
He takes your hand and leads you to a secluded spot by the pool, sits down on the grass, and pulls you down next to him. "First things first, let's start with the basics. You ever touch yourself?"
You shake your head, feeling yourself fill with embarrassment.
"S'okay," he says. "This is all new to you. Just do what I do, okay?"
He takes your hand and guides it to your bottoms, helping you to slip your fingers under the fabric. You can feel the heat radiating from your core, and you gasp as Joel's and your fingers brush against your clit.
"Just relax," he says, his voice soothing. "S’all about pleasure."
As you continue to touch yourself, you can feel something building inside of you. It's a strange, unfamiliar sensation, but it's also incredibly pleasurable. You moan softly as Joel continues to guide your hand, his lips close to your ear.
"That's it," he murmurs, his lips close to your ear. "Just relax and enjoy the sensation." You can feel the heat radiating from your core, and you can feel your body tensing as you get closer and closer to your first orgasm. Joel can sense this too, and he places a hand on your belly, feeling each jolt and tremor as it passes through you.
"Just let go, baby," he whispers. "I've got you. You're safe."
But suddenly, you pull your hand away, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"I can't," you say, your voice shaking. "It feels too weird."
Joel can see the look of fear and uncertainty in your eyes, and he pulls you against his chest.
"Yes, you can, I promise," he says, his voice soothing and reassuring. "Just let yourself feel the pleasure. Let me help you, baby. Tell me what you're feeling, baby," he says, his voice gentle and coaxing. "What does it feel like when I touch you like this?" He starts rubbing circles on your clit again.
You take a deep breath, trying to put your feelings into words. "It feels...good," you say, your voice hesitant. "But it's also scary. I've never done this before."
"I know, baby," Joel coos. "But there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm here with you, and I'll never let anything bad happen to you."
Joel can see that you need a different approach, something that will help you to relax and let go of your inhibitions.
He pulls away from you, his eyes meeting yours. "Let's try something a little different," he says with a gentle voice. Before you can protest, Joel is moving down your body, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your skin. When he reaches your thighs he gently guides them further apart, leaving kisses all the way until he reaches your swimsuit bottoms, he pulls them to the side, exposing your clit. You gasp as you feel his tongue flick against your clit, the sensation almost too much to bear.
"Just relax," Joel murmurs, his voice soothing. "Let me show you how good this can feel."
He continues to lick and suck at your clit, his fingers slipping inside of you to stroke your G-spot. You can feel pleasure building inside of you, more intense than anything you've ever felt before.
"Yes, just like that," Joel murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let go, babygirl. Let yourself feel it."
And suddenly, you do. The orgasm crashes over you like a wave, so intense that you can barely breathe. You cry out whatever vowels and constants your brain can, and your body shakes with the force of it. Joel doesn't stop, his tongue and fingers continuing to work their magic. Another orgasm builds inside of you, even more intense than the first. You can feel yourself on the edge, your body trembling with pleasure.
"Come on, babygirl, come again, such a good girl."
And you do. This orgasm tears through you like a lightning bolt, so intense that you see stars behind your closed eyes.
Finally, the orgasm subsides, and you collapse back onto the grass, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Joel moves beside you, his arms wrapped around you as he holds you close to his body.
"How do you feel?" he murmurs, his lips close to your ear.
You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "I feel...amazing," you say, quietly.
Joel smiles, his eyes meeting yours. "I'm glad," he says. "That's exactly how I wanted you to feel." Joel's expression is gentle as he looks at you, gauging your reaction. He then reaches down and slowly starts to undo the drawstring of his swim trunks. "You ever seen a cock before?"
You shake your head, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. Joel seems to sense your apprehension, and he takes his time as he pulls down his swim trunks, revealing his erect length. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight before you, the way the sunlight dances off his smooth, taut skin, the way the veins protrude just slightly, creating a roadmap. Your gaze drifts down to the base, where the same salt and peppered hair that graces his head dusts his pelvis. Joel gives you a moment to take it all in before speaking again, his voice barely above a whisper, "Do you wanna touch it?" The question hangs in the air.
You nod, feeling a surge of excitement and curiosity. Joel's hand finds yours, guiding it towards his stiffening cock. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. As you wrap your fingers around his shaft, you marvel at the weight and firmness of it in your hand.
"Mmm, that feels so good," Joel moans, his eyes fluttering closed as he relaxes into your touch.
Encouraged by his reaction, you begin to explore his cock more fully. You stroke your hand up and down its length, feeling it twitch and throb beneath your fingertips. Joel helps guide your movements, his hand covering yours as he shows you the rhythm he likes best.
"Tighten your grip a little... yeah, just like that," he murmurs, his breath hitching as you increase the pressure. Joel's moans become louder and more frequent, and you can feel him grow even harder in your hand. It takes no time at all for Joel to reach his peak.
"Fuck baby, I'm gonna come," Joel gasps, his hips thrusting forward.
You pull your hand away, unsure of what to do. Joel opens his eyes and looks at you. You look like a deer in headlights, and the sight almost makes him come without help. "It's okay, baby," he says with a gentle voice. "You don't have to do anything. Just wanted to give you an idea of what it feels like, what it looks like, what it tastes like," he says softly, "But, if you're curious, I can show you how to pleasure a man with your mouth."
You nod, your curiosity getting the better of you. "I want to, I wanna learn."
Joel smiles, his eyes softening. "Okay, just remember to take it slow. There's no rush."
Joel takes your hand and guides it down to his cock, which is already rock-hard and pulsing with desire. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you're eager to explore him further. With a gentle nudge, he encourages you to take him into your mouth.
At first, you're hesitant. You've never done this before, and you're not sure what to do. But Joel is patient and kind, gently stroking your hair and murmuring words of encouragement.
"That's it, baby," he whispers. "Just relax and take your time. Mmm, yeah, just like that."
Emboldened by his words, you begin to explore him more fully. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip. Joel lets out a low moan of pleasure, and you can feel his hips bucking up towards you.
Encouraged you take him deeper into your mouth. You suck harder, your cheeks hollowing out as you work him over. Joel's moans grow louder and more frequent. Suddenly, he grabs a handful of your hair, guiding your head up and down in a steady rhythm.
"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come," he gasps, his voice tight with pleasure.
You pull back, letting his cock slip out of your mouth with a wet pop. Joel opens his eyes and looks at you, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Keep goin’ like you were, just swallow if you can, it's natural."
Joel's eyes flutter closed as he helps guide your head back down to his cock, savoring the feeling of him growing hard in your mouth once more. You wrap your lips around him, taking him in slowly, and begin to move your head in a gentle rhythm. Joel's breathing grows heavy as he lets out a low moan, his fingers finding their way into your hair.
You can feel him tensing up, and then, with a shudder, he comes, filling your mouth with warmth. The taste is strange and unfamiliar, but you swallow, determined to please him. You pull your mouth away from him quickly, probably a little too quickly. "Joel," you say, your voice hesitant as you look over at him, catching his breath. "Can we... do it?"
Joel looks at you, his expression serious. "Do what, babygirl?" he asks, puffing out a response through caught breathes even though he knows what you're asking.
"You know...have sex," you whisper.
Joel's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of surprise and desire. "Baby, I just came," he says, his voice gentle. "Let me catch my breath for a bit, and then we can figure somethin' out."
Joel's eyes meet yours, and he can see the slight hint of disappointment in them. But he understands, and he takes your face gently in his hands, leaning in close so that his mouth is almost touching yours. "Don't worry, babygirl," he says, his voice soft and soothing. "I'll make it worth your while." You can feel your heart flutter at his words, and you can't help but smile. Joel's breathing begins to return to normal, and he pulls back slightly, looking at you with a serious expression. "I think I have a couple of ideas," he says. "But, it's gonna take some effort on both our parts."
You nod, eager to please him and experience more of the pleasure he's shown you.
Joel takes a deep breath, looking at you with a serious expression. "I want you to take your top off."
You look at him in surprise, your hands instinctively going to cover your chest. "What? Why?" You ask, your voice hesitant.
Joel reaches out to take your hands in his, his eyes meeting yours. "Because it's a natural part of a woman's body, and it's one of the things that turns me on the most," he explains. "And I want to be able to pleasure you fully, without any barriers between us."
You bite your lower lip, you've never been naked in front of anyone before, and the thought of doing so with Joel is both terrifying and thrilling. But you trust him, and you want to please him. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head, signaling your agreement. Joel's eyes softened as he smiled, his hands moving to gently guide you onto his lap. You feel a flutter in your stomach as you straddle him, your thighs brushing against his. His fingers deftly undo the knot that holds your bikini top in place, and the fabric falls away, leaving your breasts exposed to the warm summer air. You feel a shiver run down your spine, your nipples hardening in response to the exposure.
Joel's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your bare chest, his breath hitching in his throat.
"Mmm, so perfect baby.” Before you can respond, Joel leans in, his mouth capturing one of your nipples. You gasp at the sensation, your hands instinctively going to his hair as he sucks and licks at your breast. Joel's hands come up to cup your other breast, his fingers teasing your nipple. You had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of his mouth on your breast, his hands caressing your body. It's intoxicating.
Joel's hands start to wander down your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. He reaches your bikini bottoms, and you can feel him tugging at the fabric. "Lift up for me, baby,"
You do as he asks, lifting your hips off the ground as he pulls your bikini bottoms down your legs. You're completely naked now, exposed to Joel's gaze, but instead of feeling embarrassed, you feel a thrill run through your body. Joel's eyes are dark with desire as he takes in the sight of your bare body.
"Fuck, babygirl, you are so damn delicious," his hands reach out to touch you. He runs his fingers along your inner thighs, teasing you. "Spread your legs for me, baby, nice and wide," he says, his voice low and commanding.
You comply, spreading your legs apart.
He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you? I've been dreaming about this for years, imagining what it would be like to touch you, to taste you."
You gasp as Joel's hand slips between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. "You're so wet," he growls, his fingers circling your clit in slow, deliberate movements. "I can feel how much you want me, how much you need me. You think you're ready, baby?"
You nod, feeling a surge of excitement and nervousness. Joel moves between your legs, his body hovering over yours. He looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of doubt or hesitation.
"If you want to stop at any time, just tell me," he says. "I won't be upset."
You nod and shyly say, “I'm ready.”
Joel positions himself at your entrance, his tip pressing gently against your opening. He looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of discomfort or fear. "Just breathe, babygirl," his voice soothes you a bit. "It might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise it'll feel good real soon."
You nod, taking a deep breath as Joel starts to push inside of you. You feel a sharp pain as he breaks through your barrier, and you can't help but gasp at the sensation. “Ah, Joel, it hurts," you whimper, your eyes watering.
Joel curses under his breath, his eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry, babygirl," he says, his voice gentle. "I know, I know, I gotcha.” He continues to move slowly, giving your body time to adjust to the intrusion. You can feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, and you can't help but wince at the discomfort. Joel leans down, almost kissing you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. "It's okay, babygirl," he murmurs. "Just relax and let me take care of you."
As he continues to move, the pain starts to fade, replaced by a strange, unfamiliar sensation. It's not entirely unpleasant, but it's not exactly comfortable either. Joel seems to sense your confusion, and he starts to move his hips in a slow, circular motion. "Feel that, babygirl?" he touches your lower belly where you can feel his cock hitting. "That's your body gettin’ used to me. It's gonna feel good soon, I promise."
And he's right. As he continues to move, the sensation begins to shift, becoming something more pleasurable. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding to Joel's movements. "That's it, babygirl," Joel murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let yourself feel it. Let yourself feel me."
He starts to move faster, his hips thrusting harder against yours. You think you can feel yourself getting closer to another orgasm and Joel can sense it too. "You like that, babygirl? You like feeling my cock inside of you? You like feeling me stretch you open, fill you up?"
You nod, a small whimper coming from the back of your throat.
"Good," he breathes, pushing his hips deeper into yours, the friction making him groan. "Tell me when you're gonna come, sweetheart."
You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I-I'm gonna come," you gasp.
Joel's eyes widen, and he nods, his hips thrusting harder against yours. "Come for me, babygirl," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "Come on my cock."
The orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, so powerful that it feels like every nerve in your body is firing at once. You can't help but cry out, a loud, primal sound that probably alerts everyone in close proximity to what's happening. Your body convulses with pleasure, every muscle tensing and then releasing as waves of ecstasy wash over you.
Joel's thrusts become more erratic, his hips slamming against yours with a fierce urgency as he chases his own release. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, each one hot and moist against your ear. "Fuck, babygirl," he groans. "I'm so close. I'm gonna come too." You can feel him throbbing inside of you, each pulse of his cock sending another shiver of pleasure through your body. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of you, wanting to feel every inch of him as he fills you up with his warmth.
And then he's there, his body tensing as he reaches his own peak. "Fuck, babygirl," he groans. "Oh fuck!" He collapses on top of you, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.
You can feel his heart pounding against your chest. For a moment, neither of you say anything, both of you too caught up in the afterglow of what just happened.
Finally, Joel lifts his head, looking down at you with a mixture of awe and desire. "Fuck, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice still low and husky. "That was...incredible."
You wrap your arms around him, feeling a surge of affection and gratitude. "Thank you," you whisper into his ear as you instinctively start stroking his hair.
Joel looks up at you, "What are you thankin’ me for?"
You feel a mix of embarrassment and shyness. "For showing me how good it can feel."
Joel smiles. "You're welcome, baby girl. I'm glad I could be the one to show you." He leans in, his lips capturing yours in a soft, gentle kiss. You can feel yourself getting lost in the moment, in the feeling of Joel's lips on yours, in the warmth of his body pressed against yours.
Your first kiss.
But all too soon, the bliss comes to an end. Joel pulls away, his eyes meeting yours. "I better get goin'," he says. "Your dad will be back soon."
You nod, feeling a surge of disappointment. "Okay," you say kinda pouty.
Joel smirks and lifts your chin in his hand so you're looking at him. "Don't look so sad, babygirl," he says, his voice gentle. "This is just the beginning. I promise to show you so much more."
With that, he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and he gets up, putting his swim trunks back on. You watch as he walks away, your heart heavy in your chest. You know that what just happened was wrong, that it's not something that should have happened. But you can't help the way you feel, the way your body responds to Joel's touch. You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You know that you should feel guilty, that you should be ashamed of what just happened. But all you can feel is a sense of excitement, of anticipation. You know that this is just the beginning.
And you can't wait.
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ghouljams · 2 days
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Could we get some more Fae!Roach? Pretty please 👉🏻👈🏻
He's been oddly attached to you lately. Not that you're complaining, just proof positive that all your brujeria and bastardized magic was working. You feel his touch buzz over your skin, like insects just barely brushing by, like static electricity coming in for a quick shock. You don't know what it is, can't put your finger on it, but he always seems to be around when you're thinking of him. You're pulling books from the return box and arranging them on your cart when you spot Roach across the road. He's walking with someone, but you still push the door open and yell for him, giving him a friendly wave and a smile.
The man he's walking with taps his fists together in a 'G' before pushing them out to 'insect' with a meaningful look, Roach bats at his hands and presses his hand against the man's face, his cheeks under his mask turning pink as he waves back at you. You laugh and pop back into the library to finish your work. You hardly get a book on the cart before the doors open and Roach is looking around. He holds the door for his friend just long enough for the man to catch it with his hand before he's making his way towards you.
You pause your work to smile at him, giving a small nod to his friend. "Who's this?" You ask him, unsure what to do while Roach is digging through his pockets. The man steps around him and holds his hand out.
"Gaz, me an' Roach go way back," He smiles, and it's terribly charming. You take his hand and give it a firm shake, enjoying the solid grip of Gaz's fingers. He releases you after a moment, just in time for Roach to grab your hand and press something solid into it.
You blink down at the impromptu gift, a little glass vial. You hold it up to the light, the downy feathers inside shift from a deep black to a vibrant blue as you tip the vial. Cool. You meet Roach's gaze, his eyes heavy and insistently focused on you. Actually this is great timing.
"I have something for you too!" You tuck the vial of unknown feathers into your pocket and glance around for any fellow librarians, "Wait here, I'll get it." Roach nods excitedly, and you abandon your cart to go behind the front desk.
You dig around for your backpack, then dig through your backpack for the little pin you'd found at the print shop. When you go back to Roach and Gaz they're talking with rapid sign language, their hands moving too quickly for you to follow. You make out a few signs, but without context you're lost. You hold the pin up to show Roach, a little beetle with open wings, it reminded you of him. He makes a gesture towards you that you don't need to understand sign to get the gist of: "see?" complete with raised brows as he takes the pin.
Gaz nods and makes a pulling motion from his chest.
Roach shakes his head.
"What're you talking about?" You ask, patient, but not enough to be left out of a conversation clearly about you.
"Roach's just tellin' me how much he likes you," Gaz supplies, earning another frantic face pushing from Roach. You laugh and turn to grab another book out of the return bin.
"I like him a lot too," You tell him, mostly because it makes Roach look at you with eyes that could give puppies a run for their money. Gaz hums, his smile stays bright but his eyes narrow. It makes you uneasy.
"Suppose that's why you got his name on you," Gaz says, and you snap a hand over the name you'd drawn in kohl on your arm. It's covered by your sleeve, you don't know how Gaz would have noticed. His eyes dart down to where you've grabbed, another hum and a different, dark, smile.
Roach waves a hand between you and flips Gaz off. Gaz snorts, the moment broken in favor of the two men slapping at each other. Gaz turns towards the exit, blowing a kiss at Roach who catches it and pantomimes throwing it across the room. "Jerkoff" Roach signs, and Gaz shakes his head.
"Don't keep him out too late," He tells you, "Got work in the morning."
"Um, sure." You half mumble, unsure what to say after... that. The door closes behind Gaz and Roach steps in front of you. He tips his head this way and that, leaning close to look at you. You blow a breath of air at him and see his eyes crinkle, his smile barely contained by his face mask. Another tip of his head, a quick lean in, and he's got his covered lips pressed to yours, pulled back only to press to your cheek.
"Do we have a date later?" You ask him, unsure if you forgot or if Gaz was just poking fun. Roach's eyes dart to the door before he nods quickly.
"We do now," He signs. You grin, twisting your fingers in the front of his tee, his hands quickly find your hips and pull you close. Silly man, but you suppose you had been hoping to see him tonight. His timing is truly enviable. You don't know how he does it.
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tobermoriansass · 3 days
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do you have any reading recommendations for authors who would like to improve their ability to bring ruination on their characters, ie, a reading list for Sickos? i have read hogg already.
Well, my recommendation is always that its less about what happens than it is about how you choose to tell the story. For example, I was perfectly capable of reading Quo Vadis, a story with a lot of graphic torture, as a small child and was relatively unfazed by it because of the level of distance between the narrator and the reader. On the other hand, The Little Drummer Girl, a novel with far less torture, but narrated far far more intimately -- by which I mean we experience the harrowing and disorienting nature of torture, because of the authorial voice chosen, the details he chooses to focus on, and the very specific things he chooses to highlight -- was a far more disturbing read for me, simply because of those choices. I realise that this is all subjective and no one reader is the same.
Also, with this list, I'm admittedly going to out myself as a fairly tame literary reader, lol. Sorry anon, my fic reading habits are far more Sickos than my non-fic reading habits. With all of this in mind:
The Little Drummer Girl, John le Carre - possibly one of the best explorations of the psychology of both gaslighting, torture, becoming embroiled in horrific things beyond your control, committing terrible crimes, being agency-less in this process. In the same vein, I recommend reading The Spy Who Came In From The Cold and A Legacy of Spies back to back if you want to get genuinely upset at and by the postwar anticommunist state apparatus.
The Sympathizer, Viet Thanh Nguyen (and tbh, the sequel, The Committed) - similarly for taking you deep deep into the mind of a spy and then subjecting you to a harrowing ten page brainwashing and torture experience narrated in a close first person. The use of voice is very effective in making you feel fucked up at the end of it.
Euripides' Tragedies - the Greeks are always on that fucked up shit, but all of these are terrible. My personal recommendations: Hippolytus (the story of Phaedra i.e. mother-son incest), Medea (she did nothing wrong!!!), The Bacchae (what if you were struck with madness) and Ion (I still remember being FURIOUS about this as a teenager w/r/t the resolution)
I, Claudius by Robert Graves - Livia Drusilla in this is probably where my love for deeply fucked up women comes from (along with, ofc, Macbeth)
Tbh, speaking of Shakespeare - you could get a lot of mileage out of his tragedies and a number of his histories.
Hunter S Thompson & the Beats more broadly (esp. William Burroughs & Ginsberg) - if not for the subject matter (grotesque, violent), then for the narrative style (vibrant, violent, exquisite, gonzo)
er, not fiction, I guess, but The Dirt: Confessions of the World's Most Notorious Rock Band and Nikki Sixx's memoir The Heroin Diaries are both intense and upsetting reads that somehow manage to simultaneously be very very honest about being a grotty misogynist rockstar in the eighties and yet also wildly dishonest. Its kind of fascinating as an exercise in understanding the kind of mindset going on there.
At Certain Points We Touch by Lauren Joseph John -- didn't make it through this one fully because the style wasn't entirely to my taste, but its great at capturing queer life and a specific sort of toxic enmeshment/relationship. Lots of queer sex going on.
Moneyland by Oliver Bullough and The World for Sale by Javier Blas and Jack Farchy (you may also throw in Michael Lewis' first book on Wall Street for good measure) -- both engagingly written, horrifyingly fascinating insights into the world of finance & oligarchy today. You really don't get more sicko than this, in my opinion. At least, if you read enough of it, you will have to close your book and put it away to not feel like puking.
Ann Rice's Sleeping Beauty Trilogy -- my second foray into the world of erotica following Delta of Venus by Anais Nin. Sort of fascinating, but largely tedious (not enough psychological understory for me, personally), yet formative.
Books/authors I haven't read but come highly recommended for sickos:
Lapvona by Otessa Moshfegh, Boy Parts by Eliza Clark, Monsieur Venus by Rachilde, Les Fleurs du Mal by Baudelaire, Les Liaisons Dangereuses by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos (I mean honestly, you can't go wrong with the Decadence or the Libertine schools), Jean Genet, Dennis Cooper.
But also like, IDK, I'm ambivalent that reading books with Loads Of Horrible Things happening are the best and would recommend, instead that you read a lot of 18th-19th century literature, especially 19th century literature with a lot of very painstaking psychological portraits (Victor Hugo! as loath as I am to admit it, Thomas Hardy! Wilde! James! The Brontes! Dostoevsky! Tolstoy! early Huxley!) because those are usually far more revealing (and subtle) than novels where Loads Of Bad Things Happen.
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Vtuber au ask. So we know that Weiss, Ruby and Cinder so far all have feeling for Jaune. Will be be seeing other members of team rwby, jnpr and cmen?
The VTuber: The Dragoness
A blank screen was all that was scene, an empty void of nothingness. Until a single spark flared to life in the centre of the screen before all was engulfed in flame, as the shadow of a burning heart stood alone before all faded to ash, and dust. Revealing a woman with vibrant violet eyes, and a dazzling smile. Wings stretched out, behind her, as a crown of horns rest upon her golden locks of hair.
For this was the dragon girl VTuber, DraGunShow.
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And, the show was just beginning.
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DraGunShow: Hello, chat~! How’s everyone doing this fine day?
DraGunShow show gave her chat a dazzling smile showing off her sharp canines as she watched chats replies come trickling in.
~~~Stream Chat~~~
ViciousDoggo: It begins!
Helios6291: Hello Dragon!
KnightsBannana: Our queen is here!
IdentifiableMistake: Hello girls~!
Quintix: Hello!
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DraGunShow: Hi everyone, it’s nice to see you too. Okay chat, for today’s show I have a special treat for you~! Well… more of a treat for me, but all of you will get a kick out of it!
Her radiant smile was infectious as her body moved about, letting her wings flap as her ‘girls’ jiggled to, and fro as she went in with her little plan for today.
DraGunShow: Okay, my dear friend, SushiandShibari gave me a challenge the other day, and it’s one that I must say I’m all fired up to do! My challenge is to flirt with everyone’s loveable knight, ErrantryPaladin. And, see if we can get him to blush! The nina cat bet I couldn’t do it, but I’m sure as hell bet I could! So, who’s ready to see their favourite knight blush up a storm?!
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FshOnLand: Oh hell yeah!
RubberDucky98: Let’s do this!
Venger: 5000 bits says she can’t do it.
Rightotheleft: I’ll take that bet.
Yenta: Another 5000 says she blushes first.
Tallai37: Gonna pass that to Errant’s stream then?
Venger: Sure, why not.
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DraGunShow: Ohh~! Do you have no faith in me chat? Please, this is going to be a cake walk~!
DraGun opened up the stream to show she already had, ErrantryPaladin’s stream playing in the background, he was playing another round of, Deep Rock Galactic, and had just finished a mission when, DraGun decided to call, VTubings most infamous heartbreaker.
Errant’s model look to the side as his eye brow shot upwards in an inquisitive, yet cautious manner.
Errant: Hello, DraGun. To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure?
DraGunShow: Okay chat here we go!
DraGunShow: Hey, Errant~! How’s to going?
Errant: It was going well, but now I have a sense of foreboding. Do you need something, DarGun?
DraGunShow: Hey, my name is, DraGunShow, but you can call me tonight~!
Errant: Eh?
DraGun was met with the lovely sight of, Errant looking at her with an utterly bewildered expression across his face. It was cute, but not what she wanted.
DraGunShow: Do you know what’s on this years Valentine’s menu?
Errant: What?
DraGunShow: Me-N-U~!
Errant face contorted into an array of wild facial expressions, varying from the confused, the pondering, to the clarification, and then back to the confused.
DraGunShow: Uhhh… I-I’m no photographer, but I can picture us together~!
Errant: W-What are you doing?
DraGunShow: Uhhh… shit… O-One moment.
Errant: Okay?
DraGun quickly muted herself as she turned to face her screen as he face fell as panic, and embarrassment set in.
DraGunShow: I fucked up!
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RohanasStalion: That was horrible
AledenTheon: crash, and burn baby
VicuousDoggo: abort abort abort!
Venger: So, do I pay Errant the 5000 bits then or what?
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DraGunShow: No! I can still do this! It’s just a little mess up! The bets not over yet! I CAN DO THIS!!!
Fire erupted from, DraGun’s model as she pumped herself up, she roared at her chat as her chat started to hype her up, and she quickly unmuted herself, and…
Errant: So what’s this bet of yours all about?
Stopped dead in her tracks as, Errant’s simple comment blindsided her.
DraGunShow: H-How did you know about that?!
Errant: Someone on my chat decided to make the same bet; ‘5000 bits says, Errant can’t make, DragonDeezBoobs blush.’ Is that why you were flirting with me earlier? To get me to blush?
DraGunShow: Ah-hahaha haaa… SushiandShibari made bet with me that I couldn’t get you to blush, and I bet I could. So…
Errant: And, what is the prize of you winning this bet; bragging rights?
DraGunShow: Uhh… Yeah pretty much. Bragging rights, and gloating that I could get you to blush.
Errant: Hmmm… Would you care to make this more… interesting~?
The way, Errant purred that last word sent a chill down, DraGun’s spine. On that filled her with excitement, and desire as he stared her down.
DraGunShow: Interesting how~?
Errant: Simple: We both tell pickup lines until the other pleads uncle, and the winner wins both the smug satisfaction of making the other blush, and admit defeat. And, the promised 5000 bits their chat offered. You game, or is the dragon afraid to be burned?
DraGun let loose a growl deep within her throat as she took the Paladins challenge with earnest gusto.
DraGunShow: I’m game! Ready to become a blushing mess when I break you down!
Errant: we shall see. Alright! Chat we are about to have our little duel. You shall be the ultimate decided on who the winner is. And, you also allowed to tell us any of your clever pickup lines in the chat. Unless that is a problem, Dragun?
DraGunShow: My chat vs yours? Sounds like fun, what do you say chat, up for a challenge?
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RubberDucky98: Yeah let’s do this!
Tallai37: We’re gonna wreck them!
Yenta: Anyone want to add to the betting pool?
Penguinwithagun: I’m down for 500!
Kachina: I can do a 100.
Venger: Let’s take them for every bit they have!
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Dragun smiled deviously as she stared at the wandering paladon as they prepared for the games to begin.
DraGunShow: Seems my chat is upping the wager.
Errant: So are my; hopefully they can forck over the bits when you lose.
DraGunShow: In your dreams pretty boy~!
Errant: Ladies first.
DraGunShow: Alright, I’m not feeling myself today, can I feel you up instead~?
Errant: Weak. Treat me like I am a pirate, and give me that booty.
DraGunShow: Arrgh me captain, der be dog shite over the starboard bow!
Errant: Oh, tough croud.
DraGunShow: If you were a flower you’d be a damn-delion~!
Errant: What are you some sort of cocky sixth grader? Hit me with something good!
Errant: Ahem, my turn. Do you know how to play, Titanic?
DraGunShow: There’s a game associated with the, Titanic?!
Errant: Yeah, it’s a simple enough game to play too; You be the iceberg, and I’ll be the, Titanic going down you~!
DraGun’s eyes flared for the briefest of moments. She cooed softly to herself as she watched how he could play with fire. No things we’re getting exciting!
DraGunShow: Tell me, do you have extra room in your mouth for an extra tongue?
Errant: Do you like bacon, DraGun?
DraGunShow: I love me a slice of bacon.
Errant: Wanna strip then?
DraGunShow: Eh? Ohhh… That’s bad. That’s really bad.
Errant: Yeah, it took you too long for you to realize it.
DraGunShow: My turn! That shirt looks good on you, as a matter of fact, so would I~!
Errant: Speaking of clothes, while you look absolutely gorgeous in yours, I bet you’d look divine without them~!
Dragun’s cupped her face with her hands as she reeled back, even if she tried to hide it, errant could see the red of her blush blooming across her face.
DraGunShow: You threw that back on me! That’s not fair!
Errant: Alls fair in love, and war my dear dragon.
DraGunShow: EEEEEIIII?!?!!
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Venger: I think we’re gonna lose this one pals.
Zathrian: the pool is at, 6380 bits.
TraiqKanti: He’s breaking her down.
AledenTheon: I expected her to be better at flirting.
IdentifiableMistake: Always the flitter, never the flirted.
Quintix: She is absolutely adorable though.
Rightotheleft: The clips that have been made will be fantastic!
Asrid: Here’s a flirt you can use, DraGun!
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DraGunShow: I recommendation?
DraGunShow: Hmm…
DraGunShow: Oh~! Fufufufu~!
Errant: Should I be nervous chat? I feel like I should be a little nervous.
DraGunShow: Hey, Errant~?
Errant: Yes?
DraGunShow: I’m no watermelon, but I have something pink, sweet, and juicy that I’ll know you’ll like. Oh, and it’s seedless, would you care to change that~?
Errant gave a low whistle as he looked away, a faint blush, but a noticeable blush spread across his face. She may be losing their little challenge, but that little blush was a win, and all wins in her book.
Errant: Now that’s quite the spicy pickup line. Better step up my game then.
DraGunShow: Bring it on, Loverboy~!
Errant: I will, but can you remind me later to hang up a photo that I have of you first?
DraGunShow: Y-You have a photo of me?
Errant: I do, but I keep forgetting to put it up; Can you make sure I remember so I can nail you against the wall~?
DraGunShow: Eh…?
The cold unwavering confidence he carried as he said that to her face broke her. She thought she was a strong girl who could make any man fall to their knees before her. But, he wasn’t any ordinary man now was he?
DraGunShow: O-Okay! A-Are you…?!
Errant: Hey question: You ride a motorcycle right?
DraGunShow: Y-Yeah…?
Errant: And, you of course grab the handle bar to ride it.
DraGunShow: Yeah, that’s how you drive any bike.
Errant: So, should I grab you by the horns to ride you then~?
DraGunShow: EH?!?!
And, with those few words. DraGun’s face erupted into a display of red as her hands swiftly covered her face as she become flush with embarrassment. The bastard was smooth, smoother than she exercised expected him to possibly be. And, as much as she enjoyed flirting with him, it was embarrassing as all hell.
DraGunShow: I give! I give! I-I-I can’t do this anymore! You win!
Errant: And, victory is mine! Pay up chat.
Errant hummed to himself as he say the donations from the looser flood in. This had been a fun little diversion in his opinion. However, he thinks he did more harm than good.
Errant: Uhh… DraGun…? Are you okay? Did I take it too far with the flirting? If so I’m…?!
DraGunShow: I’m fine?!! Great even! Congrats on winning! Goodbye!
Errant: Uhh… Okay, good…
A soft chime sounded as the call disconnected as, Errrant’s hand that was about to wave goodbye slowly fell, as DraGun’s swift, and sudden departure.
Errant: …
Errant: I think I have done irrevocable harm to her…
Errant: …
Errant: Okay… back to rock, and stone then.
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DraGunShow had swiftly cut the call as she now hid with her face in her hands, and she screamed in embarrassment at what, Errant had done.
DraGunShow: If you were going to make a girl blush you could have least be a gentleman about that.
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Penguinwithagun: Isn’t that why everyone likes him though?
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DraGunShow: S-Shut up chat!
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Venger: Best 5000 bits I’ve ever lost.
TraiqKanti: Did she really lose the bet?
AledenTheon: Considering, Errant flirted with her, it’s a win.
Asrid: SushiandShibari’s bet was a fantastic idea.
~~~~~~
DraGunShow: NyanNinja?!!
DraGun’s model shot straight up, while her face was still flushed red with embarrassment, her eyes held a blazing bloody red. A setting for her model where she can make her models eyes change from their usual violet hue, to deep crimson to show that she was angry. And, right now, she was pissed.
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Meanwhile on another, VTuber’s stream, SushiandShibari was playing a horror game when she got a sudden call from her friend.
SushiandShibari: Hmm? Oh, DragonDeezBoobs is calling me~! But, why?
SushiandShibari: Hey, DraGun, what’s up, do you need something?
DraGunShow: You’re a bitch!
SushiandShibari: Eh…?
And, as suddenly, and unexpectedly as she called she left, leaving a bewildered, and confused cat behind, leaving her with, but one question.
SushiandShibari: W-What… What the fuck was that about?!
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Haaa… I lnew what, and how I wanted this done for days… but, it took me days to write it?!
Haa… enjoy everyone.
Oh! It’s AI art if you’re curious. I would have found a photo, but I couldn’t find one that fit. As sad as that is, I did get the, Dragon Slayer prompt out of it.
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claiming the jackpot.
// warnings
non-canon compliant, a bit out of character. yandere. relationship inexperience. implied noncon.
// author’s note
Aventurine’s a little out of character for this imagine. There’s not much content of him on the wiki and I’ve been itching to write some stuff about this guy since he’s pretty new to Star Rail.
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Aventurine has always been pleased with the idea of claiming prizes he deemed rightfully his. Toying with the minds of others was what he did best; besides, what is there to satisfy him more than winning a game of chance? Gambling has always been his best feat, but moreover, he wasn’t the type to easily throw a fit over his losses in the heat of the game. In fact, these challenges and obstacles to this game of chance was what made him all the more feisty and insistent.
When he met you, he began staking out his claim like a panther and insisted you to be respectfully his and only his. Months into the friendship, you always showed signs of naivety since this was not a situation you had adequate experience around. Aventurine was unlike other men around. He treasured you, spent time with you, made you feel beautiful, loved, and appreciated for doing the bare minimum. Despite all this, you grew tired of his antics considering you weren’t actually ready for a serious relationship.
“He’s always this vibrant” — you thought. And you were right. He always displayed exemplary behavior when dealing with colleagues and members of the Astral Express. That was just a part of his charm. You chose to look at the big picture and imagine how your experiences with Aventurine would turn out provided you said ‘yes’ to his will of wanting to lure you in. But that wasn’t enough. You needed to dig deeper into the core of his being and sense any form of red flags in him while it still wasn’t too late.
There are many layers to Aventurine’s self — one that’s charismatic, friendly, and outgoing. Yet that’s just a tip of the iceberg according to your family and friends. What he hid from the masses, was what he displayed right before you at this very moment. A pissed, sarcastic Aventurine filled with pride and deceit.
The question remained in your thoughts — was a relationship with this shady, questionable man really worth pursuing?
There’s not enough chemistry between the two of you, was there? If you observed anything from the man himself, it was that he developed an addiction for gambling, playing games of endless possibilities and luck. And god knows what he does to his most precious jackpots.
You, a prize in his eyes, felt an overwhelming sense of urgency to run from his touch. Sure, he was polite enough to lend you some money for your college fees. But such treatment just wasn’t worth a reason for you to pursue hooking up with him. Before you could face Aventurine head on, he lifted you up bridal style, shoving you on the mattress with your face first. There’s not much you can do right now.
Sure, he was glammed up in luxurious jewelry and sported handsome, youthful features. He could spoil anyone he held dear for he had the gold to do so. But something wasn’t right. This relationship wasn’t right. It just felt so out of your control and the timing was off. But he didn’t stop.
Your mouth eventually complied with his tongue. Aventurine guides you through the whole process of pulling you in, claiming you as the grand prize of tonight’s game. It’s not as if you could resist any of his advances from now. He’s got millions of eyes glued upon you just like he had millions in his pocket.
“Beautiful. Such an eager little sweetheart. I’m going to take you nice and deep, and you’re going to be a good doll for me, yes?”
“N-no!!! Please, let me go!” you pleaded. Pled till your throat ran dry. You struggled against Aventurine’s strength as you shook your head from left to right, indicating your resistance towards his touch. “I swear, I’ll do anything, just please, let me go! I’m sick of our relationship being this way!”
“Ah, ah, ah, better watch what you say, little one. Those who seize the night may be out to get you, yet none of them went the extra mile to actually express their love for you.” Aventurine chuckled condescendingly. “From this day onward, you’re going to regret leaving me.”
Against your will, you felt something similar to a sword hilt impale you like an uppercut, It was Aventurine’s length stretching every last bit of your sanity, hell, even your pride.
His moans. You couldn’t get enough of it. Despite being naked and restrained in his king-sized bed, you felt his body heat radiate in front of yours, feeling the friction of his thrusts that grew guttural as time passed.
“Hah. I’ve been addicted to the art of gambling for quite a long time now, and it’s been a long time noting how……fascinating it is to actually claim the most precious prize of them all…..All of it, as mine.”
“I’m not yours! Ngh!” you exclaimed, stifling a moan.
“Yes, my dear. Yes, you are.” Aventurine sneered. “One of these days, you’re going to get used to this. Used to having my eyes set upon the fragile, feeble you. I’m going to meet you in that beautiful afterglow as I make this relationship the best you ever had. And that time….is tonight.”
“It would be better if you just do as I say. Otherwise, I’ll just find more ways to sneak up on you and make you mine.” he added.
With that, he, once again, pressed his lips onto yours, shutting you up for the sake of shutting you up.
And there he was, plainly confessing his undying love (and lust) for your presence as a lovely jackpot.
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Saccharine and Monstrosity pt.1
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Pairing: Eldritch Horror!König x mermaid!reader
Cw: kidnapping, manipulation, DARK FIC, trap, luring, mention of breeding kink, protective König, mention of partial nudity, hunting, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 4K
I got inspired by @konigsblog ‘s post.
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You enjoyed the sun as much as any other betta fish mermaid, laying on the warm rocks and bathing under the bright, yellow sun. You lived in a school of fish that moved near the shores of a tropical island a few generations before, building houses under the coral reef and rocks where newly placed branches would grow and work as a natural shield. The world you lived in - the part of the ocean you called your home - was bright and colourful, the shallow waters clear and gleaming under the warming sun.
You liked all things bright and colourful, either big or small, you decorated your part of the cave with things you found while swimming around your territory. Be it a golden coin shining on the ocean floor, or a shard of coloured glass, you picked it all up and stuck it around your room. Sometimes, you found pretty things near the limits of your home, and other times, you ventured closer to the edge of the darkness when something shiny caught your attention. 
Over the ridge of sand that drew the start of the darkness, that deep and menacing slope down to the deepest part of your ocean, where darker, meaner and cruel beings born of cruelty and madness lived. It was somewhere all mers were warned of, to stay far away from the darkness and never stray from the light that fed and protected you. You thrived in the light, your body absorbing the warmth from the sun that made your scales vibrant and feeding from the fauna and flora that lived beside you: seaweeds and small fishes. 
Your kind grew up with stories of horrifying monsters and cruel creatures that lived in that abyss, lingering near the shallow to catch a pretty, little mer for their hoard. Whatever became of the taken was still unknown, once a mer was taken by One, no one would hear from them from then on. Your parents had warned you about straying too close from the shallow, daring fate when you swam over the ridge to collect those pretty gems you fancied so much.
“Don’t worry,” you’d grin at her, fins flickering behind you. “I’m a fast swimmer, mom!”
You were a fast swimmer, slipping between rocks and corals, hands cradling your little shells while you fled from the dark, twisting over the ridge and vanishing between the corals. That’s what you did most days, picking up people’s trash to make it your treasure, fingers cleaning the sand off the holes and crevasses before sticking them to your walls. You also tinkered with metal creations you found, a silver fork or a rusted-looking instrument. 
Granted, you joined in hunts, catching sardines and herrings, claws digging into its scaled bodies and teeth ripping into its flesh, the only other taste being sea salt, or bathed under the sun, but you preferred scavenging for loot. Although mers hunted alone, most found it easier to do it in groups, swarming shoals of fish and catching in a group of a dozen at a time for your little colony. So when you were fed and rested, you were back out, treading the line between the shallow and the abyss.
You swam slowly, head turning left and right for anything that would catch your attention, for that small glint hidden under a thin veil of sand or a long metallic object sticking out from the ground. You already had a few things in your arms, a few shells, human objects thrown overboard or floated into the sea, and small treasures: white pearls. You picked things up from both sides, mind in a comfortable and pleasant space, prideful of your catch so far that you were oblivious of the eyes following your colourful body. 
His pale eyes wandered over your puffy cheeks and sweet lips, those squinted eyes in mirth as you searched for more. He went down the curve of your shoulders and the swell of your breasts, perky nipples covered by pretty shells, over your soft stomach and that bright, colourful tail of yours that first caught his attention. Every scale glistened under the sun, reflecting the light on the sand while you swam, your fins curving with the twist of your tail. 
You were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, an angel collecting treasure, just like he did. He saw the batch in your arms, clutched between your breasts when you dove to pick something up on his side. You were as adorable and innocent as you were pretty, your action oblivious of his predatory eyes, dipping into his territory without fear of retribution on his part. He liked that bold and daring attitude of yours, fitting for someone so courageously bright and flashing your bold colours to him. 
If he were to drop something closer to him, would you still swim towards it or ignore it for something closer to the ridge? If he hid until you were close enough, would he be able to wrap his limb around you? To feel your soft skin and coarse scales under his slimy arm. He was glad he decided to hunt today, searching for both prey - mer or fish, he isn’t picky about what he ate - and treasure. Hidden under a couple of tentacles, he dropped a golden coin a few feet away from him, his veil and the darkness helping him hide from your sight. 
His heart soared when he saw your eyes widen, a smile curling at the corners of your lips when you saw his little coin, diving towards him with enthusiasm. You were so close to him, hand stretching to grab the object with small, clawed fingers. When you held it in your hand, appraising it, he felt pride bubble in his chest, rising to his mind as he took this occasion to get his arm around you. You flinched when he wrapped the tip of his tentacle around your tail, squirming around in terror. In a panicked struggle to escape him, you dropped everything you’d collected and fled from him with a cry.
He watched you swim away from him through saddened eyes, hearing the thudding from the things you dropped, even the coin he gifted you. His eyes never left your fleeing body until you jumped over the edge, your tail the last thing he saw in that moment of self-deprivation and sadness. He hoped you’d come back, forgetting the fear of his sudden attention and daring fate once more.
He came the next day and the day after that, but you weren’t there, your precious smile and happy eyes were a memory in his mind, a fleeting moment in his gloomy world. He came back every day, hiding in the darkness, on the line between pitch darkness and light shading. He wished you were there every day, his eyes bleeding with optimism and hope for a single smidgen of bright colours. 
He hadn’t seen you in the following week. His shoulders slumped and caved into himself in sadness every time he came by, his blue eyes dulling bit by bit, that hopeful thinking drowning under realistic thinking and a pessimistic mind. Then he caught a glimpse of colour against the white sand. Before long, he saw arms filled with shiny items, trailing nearer to your side than his, but still chasing for treasures. 
If he wanted to approach you, to touch your soft-looking skin and run his arms over your scaled tail, he’d have to find a way to lure you in. He watched you the first few days, his tentacles curling on itself and burying himself in the sand, the hundreds of suckers searching for buried treasures to leave for you. When you turned your back to him, his unwinding arm left the things he found near the ridge for you to find and take. Little gifts for you, courting gifts he left and gifted you in an attempt to woo you. 
You were skittish and fleeing but took all his gifts with shaky smiles and grateful eyes, you knew he gave them to you. Of course, you did, you were his brave and smart little mermaid, approaching his offerings with apprehension - he felt hurt you feared and got nervous around him, but he understood you, his kind ate yours - and scanned the sand around you for any danger before crossing the line. He felt giddy when you added them to your stack, his mind-blowing with dreams and thoughts of you decorating your little cave with the things he gave you. On the ceiling, against the wall and on the ground or surfaces, you would use the things he gave you for your home. 
It sent him up the walls of his caves with joy and excitement, his limbs curling to rearrange his home to prepare for you, to accommodate your arrival to his big, lonely home.
It took a week or two - or so he thought, his perception of time was and had always been warped in some way - before you became comfortable enough to approach him, to let him curl his slimy tentacle around your tail and up your body. He could finally feel you and it made him ecstatic - he was over the moon every time he got to touch you. Little pokes, fleeting squeezes and feathery bites from his suckers on your flesh, all things he let himself taste before your coupling. A coupling between the prettiest and the cruellest beings in the ocean would unwind the seams that made your worlds, pulling the string that separated the beauty and the beast in this cursed universe.
Granted, you hesitated to cross into the pitch darkness of the abyss, dancing just a few inches from his abode with an armful of trinkets from König. Your slow and steady breath, words you blessed him with when you muttered to him, calling out to know if he was there and your grateful grin were a common, yet welcome sight in his daily swim. While a bit reluctant to join him on the other side, you eventually swam across, your eyes melting into the black before you. You were unseeing as much as you were blind, if not for the guiding palm of the Eldritch creature that you befriended and the shine of treasure you saw around him. 
You wished you could see anything but the gleam of treasure and the black mist of the abyss, your hand wandered over his, searching for his body, to feel the one who’s been gifting you treasures. Your fingers trailed upwards, feeling the tightness of his muscles, the curves and hardness of his arms were sinful. You truly wished you could see him at this moment, but you kept at your advance, clawed fingers moving slowly with unbridled curiosity. When you reached his broad shoulders and well-pronounced chest, it rumbled, a purr coming from König. Its deep sound shook you with need, your tail enthusiastically moving back and forth as you listened to him. 
“Are you happy, Schatz?”
His voice was even better than his soft purrs, in a way that made you want to melt into his arms and never bother moving if he kept talking to you, the sound of the creature that gave you gifts and affection. König’s spine-chilling voice seemed like a mix of many voices, both soft and raspy, and both deep and smooth, but it was something you enjoyed, that you found yourself liking a bit too much. 
“Yes,” you breathed, eyes travelling skyward, towards the source of his voice.
Your breath caught in your throat, choking a gasp at the prettiest blues you’d seen staring down at you. They were majestic, gem-like with a pretty sheen that made them glow like a beacon of light. You wondered why you’d never seen them, seeing how bright his eyes were. They lit up his face, or the veil he wore over his face, showing the pale streak of makeshift tears down the incision he made for his eyes. You shamelessly admired him, unbothered by the lost puppy-like stare you gave him in your glowing beauty. 
You’d crossed a threshold, where a creature of light never dared to cross, stepping into the arms of an Old One and embracing their madness. Although you were oblivious to his intentions, the loud proclamation of his courting rituals and attempts of crying out his love - the Old One’s rituals and cultures were much of a mystery to those who didn’t study them, much of a taboo for anyone outside of delusion and greed - he hadn’t refrained from his deliberate show that would be nearly shameful and embarrassing to others of his kind. 
Some wouldn’t bother with such frivolous acts: confessions from the deepest part of their dark soul, proclamation of love and undying adoration, or having to scavenge for gifts - offerings - to the subject of their attention. His kind took and took, reaching for that small glimmer of hope and beauty and corrupted it, bending it to their liking and building something from the ashes. It wouldn’t - would never - be the same as they were before, but that was how the Old Ones liked it: control, corruption, ruin, madness and power.
König wouldn’t do that, he wanted to cherish you, add to what you were and watch it bloom like those bioluminescent creatures in the abyss; even against his creator’s wishes. He’ll put you on the highest pedestal he has, eternally imprinting the image of you as his most precious treasure into his mind. You’ll be a thing of miracles, a thing of blessings, a thing of new beginnings. He wanted all and everything with you, but he’d have to take it slow, to coax you into this redundant pattern that ensured your trust and comfort and have you follow him of your own volition. 
He doesn’t mind waiting, he’s had hundreds of years of sitting and waiting, patience was a virtue he grew to learn, to hold in his giant palm and clutch like a gift from the ever-growing, chaotic universe. He can wait and plan, so he will, König will lay down his plan and wait until he can bring it to reality.
Wait he did, for you to grow comfortable enough to follow him deeper and let him pull you in from your side. It took you a month of back and forth, squirming around your infatuation with König and exchanging trinkets, words and fleeting kisses with him. He adored your little giggles when he traced your sides with a bolt tentacle, curling under your plush tits and the tip sliding under your strap. He loved the pretty shells you gave him, cleaned from sand and any barnacles, it showed him how much time you spent on it for him. His heart bloomed and swelled to impossible heights when you pecked his lips, giving him shy and gentle kisses that he grew addicted to. 
You were so sweet and so soft, your lips the taste of heaven for a creature of madness. Your hands were gentle like a cool balm over a burn, soothing his wild thoughts. Your little gifts for him - reciprocating his affection - were currently the most important things in his cave, a sign of your love and devotion. It made him wonder what would you let him do once you gave yourself to him. Would you succumb to the everlasting pleasures he could give you, or would you demand to help him take care of his own in a mutual haze? He couldn’t help himself, letting his chaotic mind conjure the most absurd and erotic dreams, his body vibrating with excitement; and now, at the peak of your trust in him, he watched his plan - a well-placed trap - come to fruition. 
“Come, Schatz,” he beckoned you forward, his burly arm stretching to coax you to follow him, holding out his open palm to you. “I have something I want to show you. Pretty things.”
Without a thought, to question his intentions or to ask why he couldn’t have bought them for you like he usually did, you took his hand and let his fingers curl over yours, intertwining your smaller digits to his as he pulled you to his chest. His embrace was as safe and pleasant as the last one - yesterday - and caused a flurry of emotions to erupt in your chest, he was warm in the cool darkness, loving in all the ways you could think. You could close your eyes and imagine a smile rippling across his face with joyfully squinted eyes peering down at you. 
Held against his chest, his other arm wrapped around your waist with a firm squeeze of his hand where your skin turned to scales. He whispered sweet promises, words of encouragement to see the way to his home and excited explanations of what awaited you. Pretty things, he said, you knew what he meant - at least you think you did - you shared much in common, and pretty things were something you both agreed on: shiny metals, interesting trinkets, shimmering shells or finely-minted coins. All things humans valued before throwing away; one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. 
How unfortunate that you couldn’t see in the dark, yet how fortunate you wouldn’t know the way back, it was something he relied on heavily to keep you, if you didn’t know how to navigate in this utter blindness, there were no risks of you trying to escape his caring hand. You were smart, you wouldn’t simply venture off without knowing where to go and how to see, especially with how vast his territory was and how dangerous it was. He shared his home with other simple-minded animals, sharks, fishes, eels and any other abyssal creature that lived and depended on the dark to live. 
Your innocent curiosity about the things he deemed pretty enough to hoard made his heartbeat, that addicting feeling he got from touching you, kissing you and speaking to you. Even if the deeper he went, the colder it became, you never once complained, your wide eyes and grinning face were the only thing you gave him. He was truly relieved to know that you were patient and understanding of his home, not one hiss or pout while you shook and clung to him, depending on him for warmth. He liked that, to see you rely on him so much. 
“We’re here, mein Liebling,” he hushed, cradling your face as he dove down, through the entrance of his cave. He shielded your fragile body with his many arms, protecting you from the rush of water current flowing against him. He chose this one to build his nest, using the strong current as a natural barrier against weaker creatures. 
When the waters calmed to a still, he loosened his hold on you, unravelling his arms to let you explore the many passages and alcoves in his home. To accommodate you, he strung up bioluminescent flora, using them as light to find your way around, with silken algae over a few rocks to mimic the beds mers slept in and a few other things that he thought you’d need: a mirror, a few floating plants to add to its mystical beauty and clusters of soft materials in nearly every room. 
He let you wander, your tail flapping back and forth to lead you down the long hall and explore the many rooms. He used a room to sleep, one as a pantry and storage, and another one to hold his hoard, but he had a lot of empty and unused space, more than enough for you and your children to thrive. He wanted to let you roam at your own pace, but he had something to show you, something he was proud of making. 
He pulled you from your little cloud of joy, wrapping an arm around you, his sticky suckers latching onto you as he coaxed you his way. Only then had you taken the time to admire König under blue light, cheeks warm with a burning flush and doe-like eyes staring at the naked expense of his hard abdomen, stomach sculpted to perfection that had Adonis shying away. His arms were big and round, muscles straining the scarred skin with delicious appeal. 
Downwards, following the sharp dip of his navel, were dozens of dark tentacles lined with round, pulsing suckers. Like an octopus, they were covered in a slimy sheen, every limb flexible and able to move independently. The lower ones were thick and soft, acting as a cover for whatever he hid beneath them, while some were thinner, whose source came from under his veil. Those, however, were a mix of normal and horrific tentacles, some had eyes replacing the usual suckers, tinted in the same colour as his irises, that glowing, pale blue. 
It made your body heat up, fingers tingling with nerves - or was it? When faced with something you found appealing, it’d be natural to feel flustered, no? König thought so, that’s how he spent the first days reacting to you, heating up to a bothersome flush to everything you did. He watched your awed stare, that daydreaming haze in your eyes when you looked him over, his whole body clear under the gentle light in his cave. 
“This way.”
Without making your gaze leave his figure, he drew you in, heading towards his biggest room where he caught and strung everything to fit his pleasure and mood. It was somewhere deeper into the system with walls strong and sturdy, and the round ceiling higher than the other rooms. On one side was a pile of golden objects of all shades, light yellow to a darkish gold, nearly bronze; on the other was a mix of pretty silver things and metallic black objects, rusted by age and the salty ocean; and on another, the smallest of them all, comprised of a few dozens of colourful shells and corals frozen in time that you’d given him. 
He saw your chest expand, your smile growing brighter and brighter at the pile of gifts you gave him, your bubbly laugh as you swam towards it, twirling around it proudly. You looked around the room, admiring his large collection and how it seemed to spill down every pile in an attempt to reach the other one, forming a protective ring around your presents, but always coming back to the bright pink, blue and yellow shells. You were happy and appreciative of the time he spent working and arranging his hoard. If he could, he’d preen and purr to you, to show just how much your proud smile meant to him, watching you appraise his work was satisfying. 
He already felt like things were falling into place perfectly, he could see the life he had envisioned with you coming to life, the little intricacies that popped into his mind seeming too appealing. His dreams were slowly becoming a reality, the things that he could only imagine were now tangible to his hands, and the future he salivated at was so, so close that he could sink his teeth into its flesh. 
He knew it. He knew it when he watched you swim to him with that big, adorable smile on your face, that it was in his hands. He could see it now, how his lonely cave would be filled with life and laughter, children with a mix of your beauty and his madness chasing one another between the many openings and your round, swollen stomach welcoming another of your children to the world. That was all he could think of while he cradled you in his arms, his tentacles latching to your tail and back. 
“You’re happy, ja?”
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yzzart · 4 months
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between white sheets.
pairing: tom blyth x actress!reader.
summary: a lazy morning with your boyfriend after a long night.
word count: 721!
notes: just a quick little thing, i thought of this scenario and here it is.
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"Oh, i know you're awake…"
A typical and familiar British accent, with a deep and smug tone, vibrated against your bare neck; causing a kind of tickling and a wave of goosebumps in the region. — It was impossible not to squirm against the soft, fragrant sheets.
Even with your failed mission to pretend that you was still sleeping, your eyes remained closed but it was impossible to contain a warm and bright smile on your lips. — Your lips were traitors, you believed that. — And, in a matter of seconds and due to the lack of interaction, that smile turned into a loud and vibrant laugh.
Your neck received, once again, attention but now due to the small beard, not so annoying, that grew in the region of Tom's face; this time, an intense tickling sensation. — You tried to remove his face from between your neck with your hands but, unsurprisingly, you failed when he held both of you with just one hand.
Tom's laugh, which was muffled between your neck and pillow, joined against yours and echoed throughout the large and tidy room where you were staying. — Well, apart from just some of the clothes you guys had to wear to more TBOSAS opening night and accessories; the room was organizing. — And you swear, with the old, childish pinky promise, that you could listen to your laugh for hours.
Last night was so tiring, but so good; in fact, it was magnificent. — Once again meeting with the cast, giving interviews and taking countless photos with fans and in print; it was a special night.
Lifting his head and directing it towards the pillow, as it was in previous minutes, Tom finds himself observing the image before his eyes. — Your chest rose and fell gently, trying to recover and manage your breathing, your hair, with some stubborn and messy strands, spread across the pillow. — A radiant and fascinating scene for the eldest.
Not to mention, a sleepy smile on your lips. — If Tom had the opportunity and absolute power, he would stop time and stay like this with you forever.
"Good morning, my love." — His voice is hoarser than normal, and Tom wraps an arm around your covered waist, bringing your body even closer to his. — "How did you sleep, huh?" — He asks, giving small, loving kisses on your shoulder. — "The most beautiful woman in this world."
"Good…" — You replied, sleepy with red and embarrassed cheeks, and ran a hand through his hair; leaving a prolonged and attentive caress and then, moving your head, to leave a kiss on his forehead. — "What time is it?"
"I don't know…?" — Blyth raised his head and now you had the opportunity to admire his blue orbs so crystal clear, deep and enchanting; you found yourself falling even more in love with the boy every time his eyes met yours. — "Maybe it's eight, nine or even twelve hours?"
It was ironic to think that the clock was just a few steps away from the bed where you were and neither of you really cared. — Maybe it would be laziness, sleepiness or an excuse to spend more time together. — And the correct option was the third, no surprises.
Your eyes roamed between the dark locks and a few shy curls of Tom's hair, and all the comments about the idea of him actually opting to dye him blond — just like Coriolanus — played in your mind. — and every time they talked to you about this subject, you replied: "that wouldn't be a bad idea."
But, you always made it clear that you were the number one fan of his natural color. — And there were fans who agreed with you; you saw it on your social media and thought it was so funny and always showed it to Tom and the rest of the cast.
"What are our plans today?" — You whispered. — "… i'm seriously thinking about the idea of staying here all day." — In the middle of the sentence, you couldn't contain your laughter again; which this time was brief. — "Really." — Fatigue ran freely through your body and he wanted a long rest.
"Really?" — Blyth murmured, placing his face between your neck for the second time in a row that morning; you just nodded in confirmation, now felt prolonged kisses on your sensitive area. — "Then make your words mine."
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madschiavelique · 8 months
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plEase can you do “i won’t fit” “i will make it fit” with miguel 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
anon you know WHAT IS UPPPP
i tried my best writing this but i hurt my wrist and kinda had to hurry up bc i have to got to a party but i still hope it's good dzekzdfgfd not proofread by the way so MY BAD)
summary : miguel is big, so big, too big
content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, mentions of oral sex (reader receiving), pnv sex, unprotected sexe (stay safe kids), lots of praise, overstimulation (?), no use of Y/N, fem!reader, size kink word count : 1,1k
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He kissed and bit the inner skin of your vibrant thighs as he drew his lips in a trail of pecks up to your temple, kissing it tenderly, caressing your cheek softly as your body recovered from the orgasm he'd just had. That was already two, and he'd been at it for at least 40 minutes, or more, or less... Honestly, you were so disorientated by the pleasure that you didn't know what space-time was any more.
He loved taking his time, devouring you, going knuckles deep into you and relaxing you for him, hearing you moan soft whimpers as he ran his tongue over your throbbing clit, maintaining eye contact. And now he wanted to take it to the next level.
He came to kiss your lips, and you tasted yourself as he placed his cock in front of your cunt, sliding over your still sensitive clit, drawing a moan from you which he swallowed with his ever hungry lips.
"Miguel," you breathed between kisses, drunk on the sensations, "'s too big," you swallowed as his hand gripped your thigh firmly to give him room and his lips nuzzled your neck. "It won't fit," you assured him.
Just taking his dick in hand was complicated for the simple reason that you couldn't get your thumb to touch your other fingers with your hand, so inside you? No, impossible.
And that inflated his ego, a mean little growl raising his face in a sneer as one of his canines revealed itself between his lips.
"I'll make it fit," he reassured, stroking your hair as he came to kiss your cheek, "i'm sure you can take it, cariño."
He drowned you in kisses as you felt his dick tracing up and down your lips, coating himself in your wetness, one of your hands coming to rest on his back and the other on his tense arm.
"Fuck," he breathed, his breath ghosting over your skin, "you're so wet."
You let a gasp escape you as he began to press his tip between your lips, a low growl escaping his mouth and falling in a warm cloud onto your skin. The tip alone was huge, and you breathed in deeply as he continued to press in slowly, his lips coming to kiss your forehead in encouragement.
"I can't go further if you tense like that, querida." he came to kiss your lips, his hand gently sliding down your body, settling on your waist where his thumb made circular movements.
"I can't," you complained, tears welling up in your eyes as you pressed your eyelids strongly together.
"You can do this," he murmured, kissing the corner of your eyelids tenderly, "mi linda dulce."
You inhaled softly, and then tried to relax, closing your eyes and biting your lip as he thrust deeper into you.
"That's it," he encouraged softly, "that's my girl."
His praise made you flutter around him, an appreciative moan rising from his throat as he finally got all the way inside you.
You tilted your head back, breathing shakily as he kissed your neck with tenderness.
"Que bien lo haces," he said, his fingers gently replacing a loose strand of your hair, "taking me so well."
He began to pull away, then gently slid back in, Miguel immediately swallowing your moan. You owed it to him; he had the right to drink in the magnificent sounds he was making you create.
He gently created a slow rhythm, not wanting to rush you while you were still getting used to him.
"Hmm," he hummed against your ear, "you're so tight," he nibbled gently on your lobe.
You were slowly, though not easily, getting used to his width, your moans of ease vibrating softly in your chest as you pressed your teeth hard into the bulging, kiss-swollen skin of your lips.
"Tt-tt," he denied, coming to run his tongue over your lips to loosen the grip your teeth had on it. "I want to hear."
He came to kiss you, your whines pouring into his mouth, he swallowed them all without exception. He moved slightly away from your lips, letting your sighs of ease and whimpers take the air and he reveled in the melody you were offering him.
"Eso es," he approved, straightening as he raised your hips properly, contemplating the mess that you were for him, and he traced a line with his fingers from the valley of your breasts to your navel where he pressed lightly.
You arched your back, your breath quavering a complaint as you tightened around him. He groaned at the sensation, and he saw it, the little bulge he formed in your lower belly, his fingers tracing it down. A flash passed through his eyes as he picked up the pace, the moans escaping from between your lips intensifying. The mere idea that he was the one to make you feel so good made him feral.
"It's..." you stammered, breathless, "it's too much!"
But he continued at his own pace, the hot knot in your lower belly beginning to tighten, your nails leaving crescent moons in the skin of his arm and pink streaks down his back. He was enjoying the sight immensely.
"Mírame," he whispered, wishing he could see the extent of your desire and pleasure in your eyes.
He leaned down again, his hand coming to rest soothingly on your cheek and caressing it with his thumb as his other hand moved down between your two bodies to make circular movements over your clit, more moans escaping from your lips.
"Mírame, cariño," he asked as your eyes slowly opened, wet with tears from all the sensations that were sparkling in your body.
"Tan linda."
He kissed you hungrily, drinking in your skin and your lips, then planted a trail of kisses on your cheek, running down your jaw and biting and marking your neck, his rhythm accelerating.
You could feel the cloud in your belly spreading, the knot tightening.
"Miguel...," you moaned, "I'm..." the words were interspersed with cries, "I'm-"
"Shh," he soothed, stroking your hair as he kissed your cheek, "It's okay, go on."
Your breathing quickened, shuddering, until the orgasm burst within you, your back arching as your clit seemed to beat like a second heart, spreading shockwaves through every inch and vein of your body, your walls closing powerfully around Miguel as he bit into your skin with a groan.
Your back rested on the sheet, breathless, as if on a cloud, feeling like you were floating in softness. Miguel kissed your temple affectionately, then your tear-drenched eyelids.
"You did amazing, querida", he said, pressing you carefully against him as he caressed you, whispering sweet nothings to you to soften you up after all that emotion.
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jungqkook · 2 months
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⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION ┊ SIM JAEYUN
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‘this isn’t what you expected, right?’ ☁️ part of the forbidden attraction series ☁️ featuring hufflepuff!jake
also read sunghoon┊heeseung┊jay
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AU ┊hogwarts au
SUMMARY ┊ rumors at hogwarts run fast, most of them involving the most popular boys. however, your mind seems to be stuck on one particular rumor you’ve once heard in the girls bathroom (and you took it as an universal truth). “jake sim, the hufflepuff boy. you know him right? sweet, angel face? well, he fucks like an animal” you heard a girl saying.
and now more than ever you want to test that theory. just like any potion needs its recipe, like any spell needs its practise, you have to know if jake sim is all you need to feel good.
WARNINGS ┊ fluff, so much fluff. innocent jake that is anything but innocent. slow burn, and mutual pining although not evident at first. SMUT! heavy heavy heavy smut. mention of sunghoon x reader. mention of sunghoon & reader having sex. oral sex ( f ), fingering, praise kink as well as some degradation kink, use of the word ‘bitch’ a few times, dom!jake duh, nipple play, rough sex, unprotected sex, missionary (not the vanilla type but y’know), doggy style, choking, spanking, jake = soft tamer, cowgirl, dirty talk.
AUTHOR’S NOTE FINALLY IT’S HERE !!! i lost count of how many times i posted this chapter because the tags didn’t show up AT ALL 👁️👄👁️ thanks to those who tried to help me, and thanks for being patient. love u lots <3
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The autumn morning baths the school garden in a soft, golden glow, casting a warm embrace over every leaf and petal. The trees, adorned in hues ranging from burnished gold to deep burgundy, stand as silent witnesses to the changing season.
Flowers, resilient in the face of impending winter, flaunt their autumnal colors. Stone pathways meander through the garden, inviting students and teachers to explore the beauty within -- and you’re no foreign to its hidden gems.
As you walk past the yard reserved to Quidditch players – busy practising their skill with the broom – you’re met with a small, yet beautiful open-air classroom nestled within the vibrant garden.
Care of Magical Creatures has always been one of your favourite classes at Hogwarts, despite having to endure the Scottish breezy weather throughout the seasons. Winter, however, is coming closer each passing week, and you’re aware of that as your body slightly trembles at the chilly air.
With an arm firmly linked with Sunoo’s, you walk down the path towards your classroom, the air filled with laughters as you and the other students can’t contain the excitement to take care of adorable little animals.
Your Slytherin friend does not share your same interest in nature, opting for continuous protests on why Magical Creatures would freeze in this weather. Although you’re sure he’s mostly talking about himself – Sunoo and cold do not get along in any way – and you simply decide to ignore his cries, focusing on the sound of the rustling leaves that serve as a natural symphony, punctuating the ambient sounds of singing birds, the lasts before the upcoming of winter.
You finally reach your open-air classroom, walking towards you designated desk as your teacher acknowledges your presence when you all gather in front of her.
“Good morning, students!”
Madame Grubbly chirps happily, strings of cheerings coming from students following shortly after her words.
“Today’s class is different from the others,” she starts, gaining some students’ attention “as you’re going to put your knowledge into fruition.”
Her playful tone makes students whisper among themselves, and by the grin on her face, you can tell she’s amused by your reaction. She stops in front of yours and Sunoo’s desk, and before you could process what happens, a magical creature appears with a quick snap of her fingers.
And not any creature, but a Kneazle.
You – as well as the rest of the class – let out a cooing sound at the sight of the orange, cat-looking animal, while Sunoo fights himself from letting out a screeching sound of disgust. Not that he doesn’t like magical creatures, it’s just that… well, he can be difficult with animals. (Or the animals are difficult with him, as he often says.)
“Today you’re going to take care of these sweet little creatures… from up close!” Your professors’ tone is full of excitement, making Sunoo sigh in discomfort at the idea of standing so close to a Magical Creature.
The Kneazle, as the highly intelligent creature that it is, feels Sunoo’s distant energy and narrows its big eyes at him, growling as he stares at your friend.
The grin on your face falls as soon as you notice Sunoo’s frightened gaze; the Kneatle’s pupils dilate, its ears flatten against its head while its body tenses. Its gaze locks onto Sunoo with an intense focus, ready to pounce on his porcelain face.
Just as the Kneazle lunges forward with claws bared, you take your wand out, ready to cast a spell and to protect your friend. But before you could do that, a sudden, loud voice interrupts your actions, making you both you and Sunoo jolt in your place.
“Wait!”
It’s not Madame Grubbly’s voice, although it’s no foreign for you - in fact, it takes you no time to recognise it immediately.
See, Madame Grubbly is known for being a wonderful teacher as well as a reliable animal taker. She also happens to have an acute eye for equally bright witches and wizards -- and it’s not surprising you’re one of her favourite students for that very reason. It surely helps that you’re good with animals almost as much as her.
The love you both share for magical creatures made her have an eye of regard towards you, and had no problems in sharing your abilities in front of the class.
But there’s one student she adores almost as much as her creatures, and although she appreciates you a lot, you know you can never replace their place in her heart.
It should make you envious, or at least annoyed at the fact that you’re not her favourite pupil.
But how can you blame her when your fellow opponent – although it’s improper to describe him like this – happens to be Sim Jaehyun?
If you ask anybody about the Hufflepuff boy – who goes around telling younger students to stop being formal with him and simply refer to him as Jake – they all will tell you the same exact thing: there’s no one at Hogwarts as kind as him.
And you can’t deny that he seems a genuine nice guy, often seeing him spending most of his time taking care of Magical Creatures and helping those who ask for his help.
That’s why it’s not strange that he’s now standing in front of you, saving Sunoo from an upcoming Kneazle attack.
He approaches the cat with slow, calming movements, speaking in soothing tones as he extends a hand towards the Kneazle, palm facing downward in a non-threatening gesture. He waits for the creature to relax, offering soft strokes and murmurs words of comfort until the tension melts away, replaced by a purr of contentment.
“Sssh, it’s alright,” he coos, the Kneazle nuzzling against his big hands as he messages its soft fur.
You hear Sunoo scoffing next to you, but you ignore his words as your eyes are fixed on the Hufflepuff boy.
He barely notices your gaze on him as he comforts the creature, before he turns to your friend. “You alright?” He asks, his voice honeyed as he continues petting the Kneazle.
Sunoo simply nods, before complaining about what just happened. “He was about to attack me for whatever reason.”
A small grin appears on Jake’s face at his words, although Sunoo finds the situation anything but amusing.
“Kneazles are intelligent creatures,” he explains, holding the animal in his arms, “They can sense everyone’s emotions. It’s not easy for them to warm up soon, especially when they’re afraid.”
Sunoo furrows his eyebrows at his explanation, and you notice his confused state right away.
“He means the Kneazle sensed your fear,” you turn to your friend as you speak, “And he felt threatened by your coldness.”
Your words made the Hufflepuff boy divert his eyes from the creature in his arms to you, meeting your eyes as a smile creeps on his face.
“She’s right,” he says, “Kneazles might be scary for someone, but I’m sure you’ll warm up to them.”
Sunoo forces a smile at his words, not matching with your own smile as you lock eyes with Jake. He looks at ease with the creature in his arms, and the scene is enough to make you melt.
It’s no wonder everyone at school adores him -- just his carefulness and gentle nature is enough to make you swoon. Although you wouldn’t admit it out loud.
“Alright!” Your little moment gets interrupted by Madame Grubbly’s screeching voice, urging you to recompose yourself before finally starting your class.
Jake catches the urging tone of your Professor, silently telling him to walk back to his desk. He immediately complies, Kneazle still in his arms, before sending one last apologetic smile to you and Sunoo.
You can’t help your eyes following his lean figure walking away, gently handing Madame Grubbly the magical creature as he finds his previous position at his table.
“Are you ogling behind the Hufflepuff dude?” Sunoo’s tone is teasing as usual, although wicked as he doesn’t even try to keep his voice down. “Or are you smiling like a dumbass for that growling cat?”
You let out a snicker at his words, not before sending him an harsh look when he didn’t even bother to wait for Jake to be far from you.
“Don’t even start.” You warn him, trying to dismiss any attempt of getting teased by your friend.
“I fucking knew it,” he simply responds, chuckling as you barely hide your smirk, “Jake Sim, huh? You might have to do some corrupting…”
You elbow him slightly, hoping that his words are covered by your Professor as she starts her lesson.
“Now is not the moment,” you whisper, but he continues his teasing.
“Why not? You’re always up to talk about new preys.”
You roll your eyes at Sunoo‘s words, although they’re right. You never waste the chance to talk about your little escapades, but it’s been a while since you have hooked up with anyone new. At least since…
“Wait, are you still hooking up with the Ravenclaw prefect?”
Ah, Park Sunghoon. For the past couple of weeks, you’ve actually kept your mind occupied with your latest conquest who you couldn’t deny has made a good job at satisfying you in any way.
However, his diligence is as remarkable as your sexual needs, and that often ended up with Sunghoon leaving you at the most inconvenient times (while his head was between your legs, just to make an example) only to fulfill his prefect’s duties whenever his presence was required.
That’s why you’ve been left dry for the past two weeks, although you can’t deny that you’re in the wrong for thinking he has to run to you as soon as you feel opening your legs for him – not that he would ever say no to that. Well, except when he has to do his rightful job.
“I haven’t seen him in these days,” you simply respond, trying to pay attention to your Professor’s words while Sunoo does a great job at ignoring them.
He lets out an ‘aaah’ sound, a smirk creeping on his face as if he can read your thoughts.
“That’s why you have your eyes set on Jake Sim now?”
You wouldn’t admit it out loud, not even to Sunoo, although he easily reads through you as if you’re an open book. The stoic expression on your face does nothing to conceal the blushing creeping on your cheeks, as well as the harsh way you try to brush him off at the mere sound of his name.
He can’t help the chuckle escaping him as he sees you so easily flustered -- especially for someone as Jake Sim! A kind, gentle soul who’d spent the rest of his life taking care of magical creatures and his plants.
But how can you not be flustered around him when you know his secret?
The Hufflepuff boy has always had a pure image about him and you would find hard to believe he was hiding himself behind an innocent facade. Except that’s what he’s doing, according to the rumours that run at Hogwarts.
You’re not the type of person to care about meaningless voices about other students -- you’ve always been one of the subjects of these rumours, however none of them were real. Well, almost none of them. But your hook ups were adamant not to spread weird voices around, simply because they knew it wasn’t worth it.
Although you try not to dive into other students’ rumours, you can’t help but think about the same words you once heard in the girls’ bathroom involving the Hufflepuff boy, and for once in your life, you didn’t feel guilty for eavesdropping.
Especially since you gained a new, much appreciated information about him.
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Soft moans left your lips, head thrown back as you attempt to keep your voice down as the only sound you can hear is the wetness of your folds, mixed with the continuous licks and slurps coming from the man between your legs.
It’s been a couple of days since you and Sunghoon saw each other, that because it became awfully hard for you to meet up except when you’re in class.
That’s why you’re taking every chance, even for a short amount of time, to meet up. Even if that meant hooking up in the school bathrooms.
It certainly didn’t give you the same comfort as the Prefects’ private bathrooms, but you couldn’t really complain as long as Sunghoon used his skilful mouth on you.
“Mmmh Sunghoon!”
You couldn’t help the loud whines escaping your lips, his tongue toying with your clit but he immediately stopped as you nonchalantly kept moaning his name out loud.
“Quiet, sweetheart.”
His tone was demanding, although it didn’t match the growing smirk on his face.
“Or what?” You managed to say between harsh breaths, and he chuckled.
“Or I’ll stop,” he simply responded, “unless you want to be punish–”
Before he could finish the phrase, he gets interrupted by a loud thud, the door opening unexpectedly as laughters broke the silence in the bathroom.
You widened your eyes at the sudden intrusion, letting out a whine as Sunghoon shushed you immediately, trying not to get caught -- hopefully none of them, what you thought were probably two girls, would enter the bathroom you were in.
He covered your mouth with his hand, waiting for the girls to leave the place but they apparently had an excuse to spend their time there.
“What the hell did you do last night?” One of them asked, her voice high as she urged her friend to speak. “C’mon, tell me! What’s up with all this secrecy?”
The other girl laughed at her friend, teasing her before speaking. “You’d be shocked.”
Her words made her grunt, loudly enough to cover your sudden whine as Sunghoon lowered his other hand to your pussy, the coldness of his fingers making you shiver. The Ravenclaw simply chuckled at your reaction, pressing hard against you as you tried your best to remain quiet.
“Whatever, I know you hooked up with someone.” The other girl was growing impatient, and honestly, you were too. You were now curious, almost as much as her, although Sunghoon’s fingers made it hard for you to focus.
“Not just with anyone.”
You could hear the smirk in her tone as her friend pushes her even more. “C’mon, just tell me!”
Her loud tone could probably be heard from outside the bathrooms, making the other girl shush her.
“Fine, fine!” She exclaimed, sighing. “Jake Sim, the Hufflepuff boy. You know him right?”
You knitted your eyebrows at the mention of said name, not focusing on Sunghoon’s touch on you anymore as well as his soft kisses on your neck.
“What?” You heard the other girl saying in a surprised tone.
Her friend sighed in frustration. “Sweet, angel face? He’s so cute with all his plants and weird animals?”
“No I got it… it’s just, what?! Jake Sim?! There’s no way.”
You couldn’t help but match her surprise as she’s left speechless at her friend’s confession. Since when did the Hufflepuff boy had it in him?
“Well, yes actually,” she simply responded, not giving more information as you started to grow more curious about her hook up story, “and he fucks like an animal, too.”
If it wasn’t for the surprised gasp of the other girl echoing in the room, everyone would have heard your loud moan at the sudden intrusion of Sunghoon’s fingers inside your pussy.
Although you couldn’t deny that a wave of pleasure hit you unexpectedly as soon as you heard the girl’s words.
Jake Sim… a sex beast? It sounded weird even if you tried to picture him like that.
However, the more you imagined him like this, as well as hearing the girl’s detailed explanation of the many ways - and positions - he took her, the more you felt close to your peak.
“I thought he was a virgin,” the other girl chuckled, surprised at her friend’s words.
“Fuck no,” she responded, “I’ve never met anyone as good as him. He didn’t stop until I passed out.”
Your legs started shaking, a mixture of her words and Sunghoon’s fast fingers moving in and out of your pussy making your whole body tremble.
You almost hated yourself for imagining Jake having his way with you, making you his as he claims you in any way possible.
The thought alone was enough to make you reach your high, your legs giving up as waves of pleasure pervaded your body, squirting on Sunghoon’s fingers.
“Fuck…” you heard Sunghoon whisper in surprise, your eyes still closed tight even though you could sense his smirk, “you came so hard.”
You simply nodded at his words, humming quietly as you barely noticed the two girls leaving the bathroom in a rush, giggling to themselves.
“Shall we continue?” The Ravenclaw asked, and you almost felt bad at the fact that you came harder because your thoughts were fogged by that girl’s words. And by Jake fucking Sim and his animalistic side.
You didn’t respond to Sunghoon, simply pushing him against the wall as you waste no time in kissing him before pulling his pants down.
Jake Sim could wait. At least now that you have to take care of your favourite Ravenclaw boy.
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Almost two weeks passes since then, and you hate yourself for growing an almost insane addiction to the Hufflepuff boy.
You couldn’t understand, really. How can a guy so sweet-looking as him, his entire appearance reminding you of a kind puppy, be an actual sex God? According to that girl’s words, at least.
Caught up in your thoughts, you suddenly get pulled back to reality by a loud call of your name. You blink fast, your eyes locked on Sunoo as he shakes your arm as if to awaken you.
“I lost you there for a second,” he says, snickering at your confused state, “Are you even listening?”
You don’t respond as you try to understand what’s going on, too lost on your thoughts as your Professor claps her hands unexpectedly.
“Now less talk and more action,” she exclaims happily, before walking down the aisle, “Come, put your gloves on and grab the food.”
You hear Sunoo grunt at the thought of taking care of another Kneazle, but he complies as soon as he sees you collecting your stuff before walking down towards the Kneazles’ shelter.
“It’ll be fun,” you reassure Sunoo with a teasing smile, making him roll his eyes.
“Do me a favour and shut the hell up.”
You shamelessly laugh at his tone, hitting him on the arm as you urge him to move. The two of you walk towards the shelter, already surrounded by your classmates and your Professor.
Your eyes light up as soon as you notice other Kneazles wandering around, the sight making you awe.
"Now, let's go over some basics of Kneazle care. Who can tell me what Kneazles like to eat?" Madame Grubbly asks, immediately making some students raise their hands to respond -- Jake being the first, and the teacher lets him answer right away.
"They enjoy a diet of primarily raw meat, but they also like some fruits and vegetables." Jake's knowledge of magical creatures is endearing, as well as the passion you can hear in his words.
"Correct! Kneazles are carnivores, so a diet rich in raw meat is essential for their health." Madame Grubbly gives him a nod of appreciation, before speaking again. "Now, I'll need a volunteer to help me feed them."
A few eager students eagerly raise their hands, including you. Sunoo remains still next to you, his body rigid as he feels the Professor's eyes on him. But he soon lets out a sigh of relief as he hears your name being called instead, catching you almost off guard.
"Y/N, come dear." You comply immediately, gloves on as you wait for Madame Grubbly to open one of the cages and retrieve a bowl of raw meat.
You walk hesitantly inside the small shelter, one Kneazle immediately noticing you enter as he eyes you with a focused expression.
You're unsure of how to approach it, your body remaining still as the Kneazle walks up to you in a slow, defensive manner.
"Don't worry," you suddenly hear next to you, and you're surprised to see Jake leaning on the fence, guiding you, "Just approach it slowly and offer it the food gently."
He gives you a comforting smile, which you return as a silent way to thank him. You do as he says, walking slowly towards the creatures as he stands still.
You kneel in front of it, curious eyes staring into yours as it tilts its head in an inquisitive manner. You slowly hand it the meat, making it sniffle it before devouring it.
You chuckle at the sight, taking advantage to pet him as he mewls in contempt. You hear your teacher clap happily, complimenting you as you raise from the ground and walk back to your classmates.
You glimpse at Jake, whose smile never left his face as he gives you a thumbs up.
"That's what happens when Kneazles trust you," Madame Grubbly explains, "Once they do, it becomes easy to create the strongest bond."
"Or maybe it was just hungry..." Sunoo whispers, earning a roll of eyes from you as you hit him with your elbow. He snickers at your action, before getting interrupted by your professor throwing a piece of meat in his hands.
"Now it's your turn Sunoo," she smirks, "And this time there'll be no Jake Sim helping you out."
The rest of the lesson passes quickly, laughters and excitement fill the air as students take turns.
The last one, surprising as it sounds, is Jake. And it shouldn't surprise you that as soon as he enters the shelter, he's quickly surrounded by a couple of Kneazles at his feet, mewling happily at the sight of their known friend.
However, he simply acknowledges their presence, cooing at them before focusing on another Kneazle, distant from the rest.
The Kneazle, with its golden fur and large ears, eyes him warily, its lion-like tail twitching with uncertainty. Determined to gain its trust, Jake slowly extends his hand, offering it towards the animal.
"Hey there, little guy," Jake murmured softly, keeping his movements slow and non-threatening, "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to be your friend."
The Kneazle regards him with suspicion, but it doesn't recoil or hiss as Jake's hand drew closer. He only tenses for a moment but then relaxes slightly, its bright eyes studying his face.
"That's it," Jake whispered encouragingly, “You can trust me."
Emboldened by the small progress, Jake continues to offer his hand, patiently waiting for the Kneazle to make the next move. After a few tense moments, the creature inches forward, sniffing cautiously at his outstretched fingers. A small smile tugs at Jake's lips as he feels the soft brush of the Kneazle's fur against his skin.
"There you go," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “You're doing great."
With each gentle stroke, Jake can feel the Kneazle's apprehension slowly melting away, replaced by a growing sense of trust. Before long, the creature starts nuzzling against his hand, purring contentedly as he scratches behind its ears.
"Looks like we're friends now, huh?" Jake chuckles, and you hate yourself for getting so flustered at the sight in front of you.
As he calmly pets the Kneazle, lost in the moment, he doesn't even notice your eyes digging holes in him.
You watch Jake's gentle interaction with the Kneazle, your expression softening as you observe the ease with which he handled the magical creature. There's something about the way he moves, so calm and confident, that intrigues you.
"Alright, that's all the time we have for today," Madame Grubbly announces suddenly, interrupting the sweet moment, "Before you go, please remember to review the care instructions for the Kneazles in your textbooks. And if you're interested in learning more about magical creatures, don't hesitate to stop by during my office hours."
Students let out a discontempt sound at her words, but they grab their things quickly, heading for their next lesson.
You, on the other hand, decide to buy yourself some time, quickly saying bye to Sunoo as he winks at you, murmuring words of encouragement as he understands your motives quickly.
It's only you remaining now.
And Jake Sim, still on the other side of the fence as his attention is solemnly on the magical creatures.
You take courage and enter inside the shelter, immediately greeted by the Kneazle you previously fed as it nuzzles against you. You don't know how to react as it blocks you from walking, but a voice interrupts you before you could do anything.
"His name is Snuggle," you hear the Hufflepuff boy say, not turning his head to you as he contines to comb the other Kneazle's fur, "I named it like that 'cause he likes to snuggle. I guess you can tell, hah."
He lets out a chuckle, soon followed by yours as you kneel in front of Snuggle, petting him slowly although still hesitant.
"He likes you." His tone is confident, making you snap your head at him as you lock eyes, a smile creeping on him. "He took some time to warm up to me, but with you it was easy."
He walks closer to you, offering a hand to Snuggle as he hisses in a warning manner, making you both laugh.
"It was quite the lesson, huh?" Jake asks, trying to come up with a topic.
You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Definitely. And I have to be honest, I've never seen someone connect with a magical creature like that before. It was... impressive."
Jake shrugs modestly, his cheeks tinged with a hint of color. "Thanks. I just love animals, you know? They have a way of understanding you."
You nod, a thoughtful look crossing your features. "Yeah, I know what you mean. There's something special about the bond between humans and animals."
You stand in companionable silence for a moment, the only sound the soft purring of Snuggle as he nuzzles against you.
"Uh, Jake?" Finally, you break the silence, making him hum at the call of his name. "I just wanted to say thank you for helping my friend earlier with the Kneazle. He tends to overreact sometimes, and it didn't help that I took my wand out."
He chuckles at your words, shaking his head with a warm smile on his face. "I understand, no worries. Creatures can be overwhelming for someone, although I'm curious about you, though. Did you intend to cast a Glacius spell to stop him?"
This time it's you who laughs out loud, strings of no's leaving your lips. "I got scared too, alright?"
He can't help but chuckle even more, taking an opportunity to tease you more. "You're not a Kneazle type of girl?"
You shake your head in response. "Not really, no. Maybe... a Mooncalf kind of girl?"
Your laughter dies as you notice his smirk fading, trasforming into a warm smile instead. "Mooncalfs?" he asks, surprised.
"Yeah. I don't know, it's just they seem so enchanting to me. With their big eyes and the costant dumb expression on their precious faces."
Jake can't help the laugh escaping him at your reasoning, but you ignore him. "They're like outcasts, you know? They want to blend in with everybody, but they somehow shine differently from the others."
"Mhm," Jake hums, his eyes lightening up at your words, "That’s what makes them special, I believe. They're rare creatures, although often misunderstood."
"I agree," you say, your tone honest, "I wish I could see them dance and play in the moonlight. I know it's a rare sight, but I've always dreamed to see them in real life."
Jake doesn't respond, although you notice his expression melting at your words; he looks lost in thoughts as his grip on the Kneazles loosens, before he speaks up again.
"Would you like to see them?"
Your eyes widen with surprise and delight at Jake's suggestion, your breath catching in your throat as you almost can't believe his words.
"You know," Jake begins, his voice filled with newfound excitement, "There’s a field not too far from Hogwarts where Mooncalfs are known to gather during the full moon."
"You mean... you know where we can watch the Mooncalfs dance?" you ask in surprise, Jake nodding in response.
"I might have gone there in secret, although I've always been alone. But there's a full moon in a few days and I already intended to go. I'm sure you'd love it, if you want to come with me."
For a moment, you're left speechless, you heart racing with excitement at the prospect of witnessing the Mooncalfs in their natural habitat. You look at Jake, your eyes shining with gratitude and wonder.
"I... I don't know what to say," you stammer, overcome with emotion, “That sounds absolutely incredible, Jake. I'd love to go see the Mooncalfs with you."
Jake's smile widens at your enthusiastic response, his own excitement matching yours. "Great! I'll make sure we have everything we need for the trip."
As you make plans to venture out to the Mooncalf field together, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside you.
Your smile never leaves you face, not even after you two said your goodbyes, parting ways as you head towards your next class. But of course, your mind is occupied with two things only -- and it'll be like this until the upcoming day.
It's not everyday that you get to spend a night out with dancing Mooncalfs. And Jake Sim, of course.
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As the night of your Mooncalf adventure draws near, you find yourself buzzing with excitement; you told Sunoo about your little escapade (or more like a date, according to your friend) with the Hufflepuff boy, and of course he was more than happy for you.
He starts to dislike your attitude now that you haven't had a dick to keep warm – again, these are his words – for quite some time now. So it's not strange that he's rooting for you and Jake.
In your room, you stand before the mirror, contemplating what to wear for the occasion. After much deliberation, you settle on comfortable yet practical attire: a pair of sturdy boots for traversing the uneven terrain as well as layered clothing to keep you warm.
And a yellow lingerie under your clothing.
Just in case.
With a satisfied nod, you cast a final glance around your room, ensuring you haven't forgotten anything important. Satisfied that you're fully prepared for the adventure ahead, you make your way to the designated meeting spot where Jake awaits.
You find him outside the Greenhouse, head up in the sky as he mindlessly looks at the stars. However, he immediately notices your presence as you walk up to him with a growing smile.
"Here you are," he says, and you barely notice that you didn't meet up at the designated time, arriving a few minutes later than intended, "I almost thought you wouldn't come."
"I'd never waste the opportunity to see the Mooncalfs up close," you reassure him.
"Of course," he simply responds, grinning, "Are you ready to go? It's quite a walk."
You nod in excitement, and in no time you and Jake set off into the night, the anticipation of what awaits you driving away any lingering nerves.
As you and Jake walk through the dimly lit bridge, the excitement in the air is palpable. The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the Black Lake as you make your way towards the Mooncalf field.
"So, you've already seen the Mooncalf dancing? It must be incredible," you ask, breaking the silence.
Jake nods in agreement, his eyes shining with excitement. "It really is something special. I've been a few times before, and each time, it's like seeing magic come to life right before your eyes. Which is odd considering magic is what I do everyday. But you get what I mean."
As you walk, you find yourselves sharing stories and anecdotes about your favorite magical creatures, each one adding to the sense of anticipation building within you.
“Have you always liked animals?” you ask, and his face lights up with enthusiasm at your question, a genuine smile spreading across his features as he nods eagerly.
“Oh, definitely,” he replies, his voice filled with excitement, “Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been fascinated by magical creatures. There’s just something so incredible about them, you know? The way they move, the way they interact with their environment… it’s like they have their own little world within our world.”
You nod in agreement, captivated by the passion in Jake’s voice. “That’s why you spend most of your time with them?”
You don’t mean to intrude with your inquiry, however you’re curious to get to know him better.
Jake’s smile softens at your question, a thoughtful expression crossing his features as he considers his response. “Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he replies, his voice tinged with kindness, “Being around magical creatures just… it feels right, you know? Like I belong with them.”
You listen intently as Jake opens up, sharing his innermost thoughts and feelings with you. There’s a vulnerability in his words that touches something deep within you.
“See, I’m no one special. I’m not a talented Quidditch player, nor a diligent Prefect. Studying is not really my forte so… taking care of things is what I’m best at. Although that’s pretty much all I can do.”
You’re taken aback by his candid admission, struck by the honesty and humility in his words. There’s a raw authenticity to Jake’s confession that resonates with you, and you realise how human he actually is.
“Jake, don’t sell yourself short,” you reply softly, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his arm, “Taking care of things may be your strength, but it’s not the only thing that defines you. You have so much more to offer than you realize.”
Jake looks at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of insincerity, but finding only genuine warmth and understanding.
His eyes fix on you, his gaze making you fluster as you can tell your words hit him directly on an open wound. But his smile returns, a light adorning his pretty eyes once again.
“Thank you, Y/N,” he simply responds, and only now you notice how close you’re walking to each other.
There's a comfort in Jake's presence, a feeling of calmness that makes you feel as though you've known him since forever.
You and Jake were never close, although being in the same year and sharing both Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures classes. You barely talk to each other, except the times you exchange words and greeting out of courtesy. Although you might have caught him looking at you every now and then.
Beside that, he always seemed unaware of people around him, girls in class pining after him at his minimal act of kindness. He always kept by himself, sometimes spending time with the Gryffindor captain Lee Heeseung, although he prefers keeping his popularity on the low.
Because he might be shy, but he can't hide how attractive he is. And for most people in school, looks matter more than anything.
Except this time, Jake truly seems a nice guy.
Which only adds fuel to your growing lust, knowing what lies behind his facade.
Maybe the girl in the bathroom exagerrated with her narrative, but you needed to know. If Jake Sim really had an animalistic side he kept hidden from everyone else.
Before you know it, you've reached the outskirts of the Mooncalf field, the soft glow of the moon illuminating the landscape before you. The air is filled with the sound of rustling leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures, adding to the sense of magic and wonder surrounding you.
You settle down on the grass, not before Jake lays down a cloth to prevent you from getting dirty. He really came prepared as he said, backpack on his shoulder to make the experience even more comfortable.
He sits next to you, giving you some space. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the weight of the impending moment hanging heavy in the air. You steal a glance at Jake, noticing the anticipation in his eyes, and you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest.
The silence stretches on, the tension building with each passing second, until finally, Jake breaks the stillness with a soft exhale.
"It won't be long now," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "The Mooncalfs should be emerging soon."
You nod in response, your heart racing with anticipation.
"Is it your first time here with another person?"
You suddenly break the silence, and only at his confused expression you realise how wrongly you worded your question.
"Uh, sorry," you stammer, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks, “That came out wrong. What I meant to say is, is this your first time witnessing the Mooncalfs' dance with someone else?"
You inwardly cringe at your attempt to clarify, hoping that Jake doesn't find your fumbling words too off-putting. But to your relief, he simply chuckles softly, his expression relaxing into a warm smile.
"Don't worry about it," he reassures you, his voice gentle. "And to answer your question, yes, this is my first time sharing this experience with someone else."
You breathe a sigh of relief at his understanding, grateful that he doesn't seem put off by your awkwardness. Although you don't miss the smirk spreading on his face, even if subtle as his gaze settles on you... differently from before.
Emboldened by his response, you continue, eager to keep the conversation going.
"So you don't bring girls out to see a Mooncalf dance often?"
Jake's expression shifts slightly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he processes your question. You can't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness at your bold question, wondering if you've overstepped.
But before you can backtrack or offer an apology for your forwardness, Jake surprises you with a hearty laugh, his smile genuine and unguarded.
"Well, I suppose you could say that," he replies, his tone light, "It's not exactly a common outing for most people."
You find yourself relaxing in response to Jake's easygoing demeanor, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"You mean someone would say no to this?" you ask, almost in disbelief at his words.
Jake chuckles softly, his gaze falling on the ground. "Believe it or not, not everyone sees the beauty in moments like this," he replies, a hint of wistfulness in his voice, "But I'm glad you do."
You're struck by the sincerity in Jake's words, a pang of empathy tugging at your heart.
"See, magical creatures can be unpredictable," he says, his eyes meeting yours once again, "But that's what makes them unique."
"What do you mean?" you ask curiously, and Jake's gaze suddenly changes at your question.
There’s a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of a secret he’s hesitant to reveal. You catch it, a fleeting glimpse of a deeper layer to his persona, and it only serves to heighten your curiosity.
“Well,” he begins, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “Magical creatures have their own way of doing things. They follow their instincts, their own rhythms. And sometimes, that can lead to unexpected outcomes.”
You nod, the weight of his words hanging between you like a tantalising confession. There’s a magnetic pull drawing you closer to him, and you don’t even realise the way your body moves closer to his.
“What kind of outcomes?” you ask in a whisper, your voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the night breeze. Your eyes remain locked on his, drawn to the flicker of light dancing within them, even in the darkness.
“Sometimes, when you least expect it, magical creatures can reveal something about yourself that you never knew was there. They have a way of bringing out parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.”
His words hang in the air between you, heavy with meaning and possibility. In that moment, you feel a shiver run down your spine, a tingling sensation spreading through you.
At this point, you’re not sure he’s talking about animals anymore. Or at least, the “parts of you they can bring out” do not refer to his kind nature.
You can’t help but think of those words… the girl’s words that echo in your mind since that day you’ve heard them from the first time.
You don’t respond, feeling exposed under his gaze, and only now you notice how he stares at you, eyes studying your features. There’s a hidden urgency behind his gaze, however you know he’d never do anything.
Not when he’s not completely sure about your intentions. Not if you don’t want him as much as he wants you.
Before you could say anything, he interrupts you, shushing you quietly.
"Wait," he whispers, loud enough for you to hear, and you do as he says, "you heard that?”
You freeze, your heart pounding with excitement as you peer out into the darkness of the field. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air, every rustle of the leaves and hoot of an owl adding to the sense of anticipation.
"Don't make a sound, alright?"
You glance over at Jake, who raises from the ground. He gently grabs your hand, which you take happily as he helps you getting up.
You walk slowly, stopping behind a bush. Beside you, Jake’s eyes fix on the horizon. Despite the darkness, you can see the excitement shining in his gaze, a reflection of your own feelings mirrored back at you.
He puts an hesitant hand on your lower back, gently pushing you next to him as silently as possible. You move closer to him, and his proximity sends shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that you struggle to contain.
As you wait, you steal a glance at Jake, catching the way the moonlight dances across his features, casting shadows and highlights that only serve to enhance his rugged charm.
His eyes fall on you, staring into yours as he gulps slightly at the proximity; he looks ethereal under the moon light, and you almost forgot about the Mooncalfs as time seems to stop in this very moment, eyes melting with his.
The silence stretches on, the anticipation building with each passing moment. And then, just when you think you can't stand it any longer, you see it -- a soft glow emanating from the far end of the field, followed by the graceful emergence of the Mooncalfs from their burrows.
"They're here," Jake whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart.
You nod in response, your gaze fixed on the mesmerizing sight unfolding before you. The Mooncalfs move with an otherworldly grace, their movements fluid and hypnotic as they dance beneath the glow of the full moon.
Beside you, Jake's presence grounds you in the midst of the enchanting spectacle unfolding before you. You steal a glance at him, taking in the awe and wonder reflected in his eyes, and for a moment, it feels as if the world has faded away, leaving just the two of you and the Mooncalfs dancing under the moonlight.
As the Mooncalfs' dance reaches its crescendo, a sense of happiness courses through you, your heart pounding in your chest with the intensity of the moment. You feel Jake's hand brush against yours, a gentle gesture that sends a thrill racing through you, and you can't help but turn to him, your eyes meeting his in silent understanding.
It's only a mere moment, before Jake tightens his grip on you, silently gesturing you to look at the sight in front of you -- and not at him. Although his beauty matches that of the dancing creatures.
As the Mooncalfs' dance comes to an end and they retreat into the darkness once more, you find yourself speechless.
Jake watches the Mooncalfs' retreat with a thoughtful expression, his eyes reflecting the same sense of reverence that you feel. In the quiet stillness of the night, the air is heavy with the weight of the moment, as if the magic of the Mooncalfs' dance lingers in the air, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.
For a long moment, neither of you speaks, content to simply bask in the afterglow of the experience. And then, finally, Jake turns to you, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"That was... incredible," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod in agreement, unable to tear your gaze away from the spot where the Mooncalfs had danced just moments before. "It was beyond anything I could have imagined," you reply, your voice filled with wonder.
As the silence stretches on, the tension between you and Jake becomes almost unbearable, a magnetic pull drawing you closer together. In that moment, there’s no denying the raw desire that courses through your veins, and you feel the urge to close the distance between you and give in to passion.
You want him so bad, and he can see that right through your eyes. He’s sure now, the look on your eyes making it hard for him to contain himself.
“Y/N…” he whispers, so close to your lips -- you didn’t even notice your proximity but his warmth is enough to make you feel dazed.
In a bold move, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You close the gap between you and Jake, your heart pounding with anticipation as you reach up to cup his face gently in your hands. His breath catches in his throat, surprise flickering across his features as he meets your gaze.
Without a word, you lean in, pressing your lips to his in a tender kiss. At first, there’s a moment of hesitation, a silent question lingering in the air. But then, as you deepen the kiss, pouring all of your longing and desire into the tender embrace, Jake responds in kind.
His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as he returns the kiss with a passion that leaves you breathless. In that electrifying moment, there’s no doubt in your mind that he feels the same way, that he wants you just as badly as you want him.
As the kiss deepens, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you lost in the heat of the moment.
You don’t miss the way he lets out a small moan as he feels your tongue playing with his lower lip, and he wastes no time in giving you access.
He savours you entirely, hands on your hips as he pushes you against his body. There’s urgency in his actions, almost as if he’s restraining himself.
And if that’s the case, how can you survive his true nature if he already left you breathless at the mere touch of his lips?
But as you grapple with your conflicting emotions, Jake pulls away from the kiss, his eyes focused on yours as your breath comes out in shallow gasps.
“You okay?” he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. “More than okay,” you reply, your voice filled with warmth. “That was… amazing.”
Jake’s smile widens at your words, confidence washing over his features. “I’m glad,” he says, his voice tinged with sincerity.
You remain silent, both of you catching your breaths as your body are still pressed against each other.
You want him to take you right here. On the grass, under the moon light as he ravishes you entirely.
And he reads that right through your gaze, so full of desire and lust as you stare at him through half-open eyes.
“We should head back,” he whispers, and your shoulders fall at his words although he’s quick to reassure you, “Here it could be dangerous after a while.”
You nod reluctantly, understanding the need to return to safety despite the intimacy of the moment. “Yeah, you’re right,” you reply softly.
Jake squeezes your hand reassuringly, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through you.
And throughout your walk back to the Castle, he never leaves the hold of your hand, tugging it every now and then as you exchange playful looks.
Silence fills the air, only adorned by sounds of night animals as they add a more enticing aura. But all you can hear is the loud thumping of your heart, that moves faster each time you meet Jake’s gaze.
So full of intimacy, and yet they hide a lust you’ve never seen in him before.
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“So…” Jake’s voice is the only thing you can hear in the hallway, echoing in the empty walls.
You don’t know what to say as you both stand in front of your Common Room -- Jake, being the gentlemen that he is, insisted that he had to accompany you back to your dorm.
You meet his gaze, the intensity of it sending a shiver down your spine. In that moment, you can’t help but wish for time to freeze, for the night to stretch on indefinitely so you can spend more time together.
With a boldness you didn’t know you possessed, you take a step closer to Jake, closing the distance between you with a sense of determination. “You know,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t want this night to end just yet.”
Jake’s eyes widen slightly at your words, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before a slow smile spreads across his lips. “Me neither,” he replies, his voice husky with desire.
In that moment, the tension between you reaches a fever pitch, the air crackling with anticipation.
“You don’t have to go yet…” you say, voice tempting as your eyes stare into his, noticing a hint of desperation in them.
Jake’s breath catches in his throat at your words, his own desire mirrored in the intensity of his gaze. He takes a step closer to you, the heat of his body radiating against yours, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through you.
“What are you suggesting?” he whispers, so close to your lips and you feel the urge to kiss them desperately.
You brush your lips against his, almost ready to give in as your nose touch in a intimate way -- but you both know what lays behind your soft touches.
“I thought you might show me,” you reply, your voice barely a whisper, but the implication is clear. You want more than just a kiss, more than just a fleeting moment of passion. You want to explore every inch of Jake’s body, to lose yourself in the heat of the moment and surrender to the primal urges that course through your veins.
And as Jake’s eyes darken with desire, a silent understanding passes between you. There’s no need for words – the hunger in his gaze speaks volumes.
And you can’t wait for him to show you everything he has to give.
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You don’t waste any time.
Leading him into your room, you lock the door behind you, the sound echoing in the silence. What you can hear though, is Jake’s laboured breath against your neck as he leaves you kisses on your soft skin, his hands gently grabbing the flash of your hips.
You turn to face Jake, your eyes locking in a heated gaze.
With trembling hands, you reach out to him, pulling him close until your bodies are pressed together, the heat of his skin searing against yours. His lips meet yours in a fierce kiss, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you whole.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against your lips, grunting quietly as his grip on you tightens, tongue fiercely crashing against yours.
You whine at his roughness, feeling your body getting hotter as you both take off your coats and shoes, immediately finding each other again as he pushes you towards the bed.
“Lay down on the bed.” His voice is as authoritative as you’ve always wanted to hear, making you bite your lips in a tempting manner. When he notices you almost throwing yourself at him again, he stops your movements.
“C’mon kitten.” His tone is condescending, and you feel your pussy throb at the pet name. “Do as I say.”
A part of you wants to tease him, but this time you don’t see any reason to, immediately sitting down on the bed.
You look up to him with hooded eyes, silently begging him to have his way with you however he wants. You’ve never felt so vulnerable before, ready to put yourself at service for someone. But it doesn’t matter as long as that someone is Jake Sim.
A smirk appears on his face as he looks at your begging expression, one of his hands gently pressing around your neck as his face comes closer to yours.
He doesn’t waste any time, immediately kissing you hard as his tongue plays with yours, almost violently.
You respond in kind, matching his intensity with your own, your hands tangling in his hair as you pull him closer. The heat between you builds with each passing moment, the air thick with the heady scent of desire.
“Strip for me, pet.”
His tone is barely a whisper against your lips, but the raspiness of his tone makes you tremble as you do as he says.
He breaks the kiss, watching as you temptingly take your clothes off, eyes staring into his as his expression slowly changes into one of an animal in heat. Your shirt comes off first, showing him your yellow bra, the lace material hugging your chest in the most alluring of ways.
“Show me your panties too,” he says urgently, his breath becoming more laboured as he feels himself going crazy at the sight of your pretty body.
You take your pants off, unbuttoning them slowly as you bite your lips. You look like a little pet ready to be tamed, Jake thinks.
He notices your panties and grunts when he sees you purposely matched the colour of your lingerie.
“Now get in the middle of the bed,” he demands, his tone harsh, “On your knees, pet.”
You do as he says, positioning in the middle of the bed as you place your hands on your thighs. He follows shortly, biting his lower lip at the sinful sight in front of him, so obedient and ready for what he’s about to give you.
He takes his shirt off, and you awe at the sight of his chiseled chest -- you never expected him to be this fit, but you’re pleasantly surprised by how beautiful he is, even underneath his clothes.
“Look at you, so obedient.”
He praises you as he positions himself in front of you, one of his hands finding your face. His thumb softly traces the skin of your cheek, hand moving down to your neck without tightening the grip; he just keeps it there, gently pushing your face up as he studies your features.
You look absolutely beautiful under the dim lights of your room, your eyes shining so bright as a silent way to show him how much you need him.
And who is he to deny you - and himself - this pleasure?
His hand moves lower, grazing your collarbones as he plays with one strap of your bra.
“Yellow looks good on you,” he says, playing with the strap. You feel yourself blushing at his words, but before you could do anything, a whine escapes you.
His hand, in fact, moves lower, fingertips tracing your hardening nipple as he starts toying with one of your breasts.
Pleasure pervades your body at his touch, although the heavy material of your bra makes it harder for him to play with your bundle.
But he wastes no time, lowering the lacy cup as immediately finds your hard nipple, pinching it hard.
“Jake!” you can’t help but moan out loud, but he ignores you as he grabs the flesh of your boob, making him grunt at its softness.
“You’re so sensitive for me…” He’s amused by how easily flustered you get at the mere touch of his hand, motivating him to tug the clasp of your bra as he takes it off completely.
You’re left with your chest naked, not having chance to process the cold air hitting you as his mouth suddenly engulfs your nipples.
A moan erupts from your own lips, back arching at the sudden pleasure as he savours your chest completely. The sight is enough to make you squirm, but when you feel his teeth biting on one of your nipples, you almost retrieve from him.
Jake, however, grabs you by your butt, hands tightening around you as he pushes you back against him. You don’t expect him suddenly leaving a smack on one of your ass cheeks, making you mewl loudly.
“Stay still,” he says, his tone more demanding, “C’mon, be a good kitten.”
The action only makes you grow impatient, and you’re sure that you’re panties are soaked by now. By how can you not be wet when he treats you like this? So considerate, yet so roughly.
He continues giving attention to your nipples, focusing on each one for a few seconds while going back and forth. The pleasure he’s giving you is intense, so intense that you barely notice the way his lower body moves against yours in a desperate manner.
You manage to look down, eyes on the wet patch you’re leaving on his black jeans as he basically grinds against your center, the rough fabric making you hiss.
“Stop squirming, kitten.”
He lets out one of your nipples to warn you, hands grabbing the flash of your ass as he continues his movements. You whine in responds, wanting more than just feeling his clothed erection against you.
He seems to notice your desperation, his body moving away from yours as one of his hands moves back to your front, lowering towards your wetness.
This time, his name comes out as a loud moan. Especially now that his hand found your panties, slowly but steadily rubbing your clit. The action makes your body jolt in surprise, making him chuckle devilishly as his fingertips move faster.
“Pretty girl,” he murmurs against your neck, hand still working inside your panties, “So wet for me.”
You feel your face heat up at his words, sounds of your wetness filling the room as he teases your entrance with his index finger. But instead of entering you, he retrieves his hand, making you shot your eyes open. You didn’t even notice you had them closed.
“Lay down for me, pet. Legs spread.”
You nod weakly, although you’re quick to lay down, legs open as he moves on top of you. He looks at you with so much lust, so much desire that you feel that the person in front of you is not the same Jake you know -- but rather a version you desperately want to explore more.
His hands trace along your legs, their coldness making you shiver as he takes his time teasing you. You look at him attentively, noticing the way he purposely ignores where you need him the most.
“You want me to take care of you?”
His tone is almost mocking, but you can’t help but nod vigorously at his question. He chuckles again, grabbing the hem of your panties before stopping.
“Say please.”
In other occasions, you would have rolled your eyes. Men are usually so easy to give in to you, but Jake Sim has made a good job at showing you he’s not like them.
And so, you beg. To the point that you almost feel miserable.
“Please Jake, please!” you say, wiggling your legs as your tone matches the desperation in your gaze.
And if it wasn’t for your eyes - so lustful and craving - telling him that you need him in any way possible, he wouldn’t give in yet.
But instead, he does, grabbing your panties and taking them off roughly as you let out a surprised sound.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he awes at the sight, your center so wet and welcoming as his cock twitches inside his pants in anticipation.
“I’m so wet.” Your tone is almost high-pitched, but Jake knows it’s intended to tease him further, making him lose his control entirely.
“Yeah? What should we do about it?” he asks, already inserting his head between your legs, admiring your state.
You shrug your shoulders at his question, making him grin before his eyes meet your cunt once again. It’s so inviting -- everything about you begs him to claim you.
“Tell me to eat you out, pet.”
His words make your eyes widen, but you’re sure he won’t do anything until you say so. That’s the moment where Jake gives you the chance to accept, or to retreat yourself.
And of course, you give in.
“Please, Jake,” you start, “Please, eat my pussy out. I need it so bad!”
His response is quite peculiar as he simply chuckles at your words, biting his lower lip with a smirk still plastered on his face.
“That’s a good girl.”
And just like that, he dives in.
You already know he’s not someone that wastes time, but you’re taken aback as he immediately starts eating you out, movements fast and erratic as gasps leave your lips.
“Jake, Jake!” you moan his name out loud, his tongue lapping you hungrily as he doesn’t give you time to process his movements.
Sounds of slurps fill the room, alongside your loud moans and yells as he eats you out - literally. He’s almost ferocious in his actions, also moaning against you as he focuses back and forth between your aching hole and throbbing clit.
“Pussy tastes fucking amazing,” he moans, his tongue easily sliding into your hole as you gush around the muscle, moving so skilfully inside you.
He takes it as a sign to insert two digits inside you, immediately fastening his movements as he curls them against you. The motion makes you throw your head back, unable to keep your eyes on him as pleasure fills your body completely.
“Yeah, you like that?” You nod at his question as his tongue toys with your swollen clit while his fingers move steadily inside you. “Feels good, huh?”
You feel unable to respond as he attacks your pussy, your legs about to give up as you can’t keep them open anymore, pleasure too overwhelming.
“You want to come for me, pet? Then keep taking my fingers like a good girl, c’mon.”
His words make it harder for you to function, and it doesn’t help that’s he’s so incredibly good with his mouth and fingers, making you close to the edge.
“Be a good pet for me,” he says, this time slowing his movements, “And cum when I say so.”
He goes back to his fast movements, making you almost scream as you shake at the change of speed.
“Five.”
You look down at him as he starts counting, wide eyes staring into his dark ones.
“Four.”
The scene in front of you makes it hard for you to keep yourself from orgasming, but you don’t want to risk it.
“Three– look at you shaking.”
His chuckles have no right to make you aroused, but somehow they only add fuel to your lust as you’re so close to snap.
“Two.”
Your legs threatens you to give out at this point.
“One.”
Just a little bit more, you think.
“Cum for me, kitten– yeah fffuck…”
You don’t give him time to finish as a loud scream of his name erupts from you, body shaking as you finally cum on his mouth and fingers.
Ecstasy completely washes you as you squirt on his fingers, which he doesn’t retrieve from you as he continues fucking your pussy open through your orgasm.
“Jake, fuck!” you scream when he doesn’t stop, overstimulating you while his other hand rubs your clit fast.
“I’m not going to stop, pet,” he warns, continuing his movements, “Keep taking it.”
You feel too much pleasure, barely managing to stop your body from wiggling to much. Your legs, however, don’t stop shaking as you feel the urge to close them.
“Legs spread, c’mon kitten.” He gives a slap to your thigh when you threaten to close your legs around his head, although a part of him wants you to suffocate him with your thighs.
But he doesn’t need anything else now, except eating your pussy until he grows tired of it -- although he’s sure he could never be tired of your sweet taste.
Only after a while, he slowers his movements, stopping them entirely as he raises from between your legs.
You barely manage to open your eyes, the sight in front of you making you ready for what else he has in store for you.
“Such a good pet you are,” he praises, palming himself through his pants as you stare into his huge bulge, still restrained in the tight material, “Taking it so well.”
“You’re going to be my little pet from now on,” he says, tone lower as he starts unzipping his pants, “I’ll train you so good.”
He finally, finally lowers his jeans alongside his dark boxers, showing what hid inside them as his huge cock springs free against his abdomen.
It looks painful, with its red tip and veins popping on the sides but you can’t help but imagine how amazing he must feel inside you. And how good he’ll stretch you out with its big girth.
“You ready for this cock, kitten?” He notices your eyes fixed on his dick, at this point as big as his ego -- now growing even more as you stare at him in awe; he truly looks like a Greek statue, figure lean and muscular at the same time.
He grabs you by your ass, sliding your lower on the bed as he puts your dick right on your pussy, your wetness making it easier for him to slide it between your folds.
You whine as his heavy tip touches your clit, and he murmurs a quiet ‘fuck’ as he looks down where your bodies meet. The scene is so hot, and you wonder much you can take it.
Not much, as you start moving your hips, silently telling him to fuck you against the mattress as soon as possible.
“Yeah, you want me inside?”
You nod vigorously, your impatience making him smirk.
“Then do it yourself, pet. Put it in.”
You do as he says, raising on your elbows as you grab his heavy cock in your hand, slowly jerking it off as he throws his head back. However, his eyes turn back on you, silently urging you to do as he demanded.
And so, you insert the tip right at your entrance, already feeling a stinging sensation as its girth stretches your hole. You slowly sink down, only putting the tip in as a loud moan erupts from your lips, eyes watering.
Jake, on the other hand, can’t hold it anymore. Not when your pussy feels so incredible around the tip of his cock, not when he imagined this same exact moment for months now.
He doesn’t know how long you’ve been the main character of his twisted fantasies, but each time, you manage to make him cum harder than the previous time.
Being in class with you is a total nightmare for him. You, being the caring, smart student that loves animals almost as much as him. You, whose reputation can never get dirty as everyone just simply adores you and admires you from far. Just like Jake Sim has always done.
How long he has dreamed of this, pounding you against the mattress as he’s doing now. He doesn’t give you time to react, inserting his entire cock inside you in a swift motion.
He moves so fast inside you, bed crushing against the wall as your moans fill his ears so beautifully, your hands grabbing every inch of his body in a desperate manner.
“Jake, oh my fucking god!”
You feels yourself getting exhilarating at the waves of pleasure pervading your body, his dick impaling you while you try to grab him wherever you can.
“Fuck yeah, what a tight little cunt.”
He’s so vocal, grunting loudly as he stares at your eyes, now adorned with small drops of tears as they stain your cheeks. It all feels so good, too good for your body to take it. You’ve never felt this much pleasure before, this much force and passion in one human being.
You loudly gasp, thighs shaking violently as he hits your sweet spot directly -- and this time you can’t help but instantly close your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of your impeding orgasm.
“Look down.” Jake notices your eyes shut tight, grabbing your throat to make you look down once again. “Fuck, shit– look how good you take it.”
He tightens the grip on your neck as you don’t do as he says, simply moaning out loud as your brain almost stops functioning.
“I said look down, bitch.”
The sudden nickname makes your eyes roll, pussy tightening around his fat dick. You hate yourself for getting turned on at his degradation, but you’ve always wondered what if felt like being called names during sex.
You manage to open your eyes, noticing the way his hips slow down to give you some time to recover. His eyes search into yours for a sign of hesitation, but when you give him a small smile of reassurance, he plants a soft kiss on your lips.
He continues his slow motions, and finally, you look down between your legs, moaning loudly as his cock splits you open.
“You’ve never looked better than this,” Jake whispers in your ear, before biting the lobe gently, “With your legs spread open, taking me so good.”
His words, alongside with the sight of his cock fucking you, makes you feel closer to the edge, your whines getting louder.
He takes his hand off your neck, although his grip has been loose, and starts planting soft kisses on its soft skin in a comforting manner -- so different from the way his hips snap harshly against you.
“My good little kitten,” he whispers on your neck, making you tighten around him as you feel close to the edge, “Wanna cum for me again?”
You let out a whine in response, soon followed by a loud gasp as he stops completely, not wasting time as he grabs you by the hips and roll on your stomach.
He hums at the sight of your ass, pressing his dick between your cheeks as he spanks them simultaneously.
You jolt at the action, but he shushes you as he plants small kisses on your back, while his hands harshly grab your boobs.
He stays like this for some minutes, before he feels your ass wiggling against his dick. You’re no patient, not when you feel so empty without him inside you.
Jake catches it quickly, chuckling to himself as he positions himself behind you, not before making you arch your back for him, ass in the air.
“So fucking hot,” he says, slapping your ass again before inserting his cock again.
This position makes you see stars immediately, his tip constantly hitting your g spot directly while you scream in ecstasy.
You’re so loud he has to push your head down the pillow, the action making you wetter. “Tsssk, you like when I push your face on the pillow? Of course you do, my little bitch.”
He tastes the waters with the nickname, but when he hears you moan and tighten your pussy around him, he feels more confident in using it.
You feel close again, urgency filling you as you gain enough strength to push your ass back against him, making him hiss at the sudden friction.
“Yeah like that, bounce back c’mon.”
You comply immediately, loving the way he moans so desperately at your action. This time, you feel like you’re the one being in control as he lets you fuck him.
“Look at the way you take it, fuuuuuck…”
You look back at him, moaning loudly as you see his head thrown back, lower lip trapped between his teeth as he enjoys all the pleasure you’re giving him.
“Such a desperate little pet for me, fucking yourself on my cock,” his tone is harsh, in contrast with his movements as they stop once again, “Am I not treating you right enough?”
His words leave you confused, but before you could say anything, he rolls you on your back, grabbing you by the hips as he lowers down the bed instead, putting you on top in a swift motion.
His cock sits on his abdomen, still so hard as it begs for release, and you want desperately to make him cum.
“Show me how you take it, pet.”
You widen your eyes at his words as he implies you ride him after blowing your back out, making it hard for you to move on your own, at least for now.
“Oh, do I have to show you?”
His tone is mocking, his hands grabbing your hips as he positions you over his cock. You put your arms around his neck, letting him move you as you feel his cock in your entrance.
“There pet, you can sit now.”
You stare into his eyes as he whisper these words, immediately sinking down his dick as it somehow feels bigger in this position. You’re left with your mouth open, strings of moans leaving you as Jake stares back at you, so immersed in the pleasure that tints your eyes so enchantingly.
“Don’t act shy on me now.”
You do feel shy under his gaze, simply because you feel a hint of intimacy behind all that lust that have painted them for the entire time.
He grabs your hips again, fastening your movements as to show you how to do it.
“C’mon, use me.”
You moan at his words, still a command although its double-meaning nature, and you do as he says, planting your feet on the bed as you start moving up and down faster.
He bites his lip at your action, eyes lowering to stare down at your body. “Look at your perfect precious body, fuck.”
You continue fucking him as your life depends on it, boobs bouncing directly on his face as his mouth catches a nipple, sucking on it gently.
The action makes you arch your back, altering your movements as you start grinding on him instead. That makes you moan loudly as your clit brushes against his pelvis.
Jake thinks he could die right here, in this very moment. And for him, it’d be the best way to go. Seeing you so focused on your pleasure, using him as he knows that he has to power to change everything no matter what.
“I’m going to fucking cum, kitten.”
He says loudly, although you feel your ears ringing as you focus on pleasuring yourself. You barely notice his hands on your hips, directing your movements as you both use each other.
“Fuck Jake… I’m close too, fuckfuckfuck!”
Euphoria washes you completely in the same moment he puts his hand on your clit, working the bundle with quick movements as he starts fucking you from below.
It doesn’t take long before he empties himself inside of you, your pussy getting impossibly tighter as string of moans, gasps and praises leave his lips.
His face scrunches in pleasure as he continues impaling you on his cock, and at this point you don’t even care about what you’re doing.
You get so lost in pleasure that you barely notice your impeding orgasm washing you over entirely, the pleasure hitting a few seconds later as your body freezes.
You let out a gasp, followed by a scream of his name, as tears roll down your cheek, pleasure too unbearable.
It all feels so good and so intense at the same time, making it hard for you to come to reality as your body falls on top of Jake’s.
He’s still breathing heavily, arms immediately caging you as he murmurs small praises and words of appreciation.
You don’t register any of them, though, not even noticing that you’re quickly falling into the real of dreams.
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The first thing you feel as soon as you wake up is the light touch of soft, yet calloused fingertips as they brush off some hair off your forehead.
A soft whine escapes you at the small act, stirring in your slumber as your eyes fatigue to open entirely. But only when you feel an arm around you, tightly holding you by your waist, you shot your eyes open.
You almost sigh in surprise as you’re met with Jake, whose smile is adorned by a warm smile greeting you.
“‘Morning,” he says, his tone not too raspy, a sign that he woke up earlier than you.
He immediately notices the confusion written on your face, unsure of how you found yourself waking up in his arms, covers over you as morning rays enlighten your room. It can’t be already morning, right? How long have you and Jake been at it?
“You passed out,” Jake immediately shushes any thought in your head, your eyes widening at his words, “And you fell asleep after making a mess on me.”
You let out an embarrassed chuckle, hiding your face on the pillow as he tries to reassure you, laughing as if to lighten the mood.
“Don’t be shy now,” he says, and you blush as you remember he said the same words the previous night -- in a much more suggestive context. But now, he’s just being as kind as you know him to be.
“It’s kinda hot knowing that I made you cum like that.”
You groan at his words, although you can’t help the laughter escaping your lips. You have to give him that, after all. He really gave you what you wanted.
Although you are pleasantly surprised that he was just as you pictured him to be. Or even better.
“What is it?” he suddenly asks, noticing your pensive gaze on him. You shake your head in response, shrugging your thoughts off.
But he chuckles instead, a smirk appearing on his face.
“This isn’t what you expected, right?”
“Shut up, Jake,” you respond with a laugh, rolling your eyes in a playful manner as he laughs alongside you. Although he knows he read right through you.
You sit down on the bed, covers pressed against your naked chest as you look around the disordered bedroom, searching for your underwear.
You immediately spot your yellow bra, although you can’t seem to find its other half.
“Are you looking for this?”
Jake’s voice interrupts your search as you look back at him, eyes widening when you see him holding your yellow panties with a smirk on his face.
You try to take them, but he retrieves his hand back. “These are mine now.”
You raise your eyebrows at his words, letting out a chuckle as you simply let him have them. At least, as a heirloom of what happened last night.
It’s a good thing Jake happens to be a smart guy; as much as he craves you, he’s fine in just appreciating what you want to give him.
Because as much as he loves the idea of taming you, making you his, he knows.
He knows he can’t own you.
No one can.
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promtease · 2 months
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I don't think enough of you are seeing the potential in letting Astarion drink from your wrist??
(Brief warning: this got a little more sensual than I'd intended? I think I am possessed.)
The way you could still sit as close as you want, plastered to his side even– one leg thrown over his lap while the other is outstretched behind him. It would take a little bit of maneuvering to get the angle just right, but once you do it, it quickly becomes one of your favorite ways to feed him.
You'd have a better view from this angle as well. Would be able to see the glint of bared fangs just before they sink deep into the tender skin of your wrist with a soft pop. To watch the shiver that rolls through him as the taste of you finally meets his prodding tongue– his throat working as he takes that first, careful swallow.
You trace up the curve of his spine as base instinct takes over. His body forms a shield as he hunches, pale digits digging into your outstretched arm as if you'd ever have the heart to take his meal away from him before he's anything less than sated. Happy.
Your fingers comb through the sweet little, silver curls at the nape of his neck, nails scrubbing at his scalp as a form of encouragement so gentle he practically purrs.
Gods, the noises he makes when he's enjoying himself. You can't help but squirm in anticipation when his breathing begins to pick up. Each quick inhale becomes choked off with a little moan of satisfaction– or a whine so high and strained, as if he's hurting in the best possible way. It's as if you taste so good that he doesn't know what to do with himself. His legs kick up a bit. The heels of his boots drag the ground before he settles back down. He jerks away and then towards you once more. Practically writhes in ecstasy. You have to turn your head away just to stare at something far off in the distance. A pathetic attempt to focus on anything else before you lose your mind.
Eventually, you feel your offered arm begin to grow colder. A slight tingle at the tips of your fingers slowly creeps its way up and prompts you to wiggle in an effort to lessen any discomfort. The movement pulls him out of his trance just a bit, and you can feel it.
The length of pause between each swallow starts to become longer. Every pull of your blood becomes a little more shallow, a little less desperate as he braces himself for the moment you say you've had enough.
Admittedly, you always wait a bit too long than is comfortable. It's really hard to ask him to stop when you can physically feel the satisfaction radiating off of him in waves, but you know you have to say something the second you feel that all too familiar floaty sensation begin to sneak up on you.
The moment your temple hits his shoulder, he's pulling away with a sharp gasp of unneeded air, a sad, little whimper escaping his open mouth before he has the chance to muffle it. It's only now that his eyes flutter open. A more vibrant crimson now that he's properly fed, all hazy and soft with a wonder that you'll never grow tired of seeing. He turns to meet your half-lidded gaze from where you're slouched against him.
It'd be so easy for him to slip, to give into the urge to clamp down and drink and consume until you've got nothing left to offer. Especially when you're hanging off of him this way, eyes filled with warm adoration and body so willing to let him take and take and take.
Oh, how he must be careful, now.
The vampire's eyes get a certain headiness that you know all too well, locked onto your own as he allows himself one last taste. You can only watch as he chases a rivulet of blood all the way down the length of your forearm, petal soft lips creating artful smears of crimson with each sloppy press, only to be cleaned away a moment later by the gentle swipe of his tongue.
Your thighs clench automatically around his waist in response, and if he notices, he thankfully doesn't tease you for it. Yet.
After so many feedings, he's really got the hang of biting you in a way that doesn't do any lasting damage. So, it isn't very long before the marks his teeth have left behind no longer weep openly. The familiar, dull throbbing that resonates from the twin punctures is soothed by the soft press of his mouth. Then, the cheeky bastard makes it worse by giving a harsh, cheek-hollowing suck.
It's your turn to whimper.
He pulls away with such a smug smirk. It'd have your eyes rolling if you had any sort of brain function left.
His fingers are now warm as they knead against the numb skin of your drained arm, wiggling it about for you, and bending it the elbow a few times in an effort to get the blood flowing. It's a small act of kindness that you find ever so endearing, and you thank him with a tiny smooch to the very corner of his jaw.
He thanks you right back for the nice meal, with a loving stroke of his knuckles against the side of your face. Gives you a kiss so eager that you're left in shock.
You can taste the copper you've left on his tongue as it swirls against your own, and can't stop yourself from deepening the kiss a moment later. You swallow down his responding groan like he swallowed down all those mouthfuls of your blood. Eager. Just a little desperate. Happy.
Anyway, what was the point of this post again?
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call-me-strega · 9 months
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Dc x Dp prompt #1: Angel
I'd like to preface this by saying I'm incorporating tropes I've seen in other posts.
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Jason has been a lot happier recently. His Pit Rage has been getting less and less frequent, he's cooking and coming over to the manor a lot more, and he even let Dick hug him last week without threatening bodily harm!
The rest of the batfam, while happy for him, are curious about the change. So one night at dinner they ask him what's up with him and why he's so happy recently. Surprisingly, instead of taking it the wrong way and getting mad Jason is eager to share.
Apparently, Jason has a boyfriend now. Yay!
He goes on and on about this civilian he met after stoping a cult who was trying to summon a deity and how he is this nerdy college kid who really likes space and how their civilian identies shared the same Gen Ed course so he made an effort to become friends. Turns out that nerdy space guy had caused the initial improvement in mood and his offer to go on a date to an incredibly diverse and well-stocked library had been the cherry on top.
The only thing is that Jason didn't want them stalking the guy and refered to him around the family exclusively as "Angel". Everyone thinks that's just a cute pet name he gave the guy as a way to both reference and distract the civilian from the cult ritual he was probably rescued from. Little do they know that it's actually because "Angel" was not a victim of the cult ritual but the summonee, that appeared in the form of a biblically accurate angel.
One day some supernatural entity decideds to attack Gotham and everyone is calling whoever they can think of for back-up. Batman calls Constantine, Nightwing calls Zatana, Red Robin and Robin are contacting the Justice League, and even Red Hood seems to call someone.
The situation is getting desperate. The JL is here but at most the can just slow the supernatural being down. Constantine and Zatana are still 20 minutes out and things are looking bad when another Eldritch Being spawns and seems to take down the threat in one move.
Everyone stands stunned as the being turns to them and in a booming voice exclaims "DON'T BE AFRAID. I WAS CALLED TO HELP". They all go through several emotions upon hearing those words. Where did this being come from? Is this a biblically accurate angel? Who called it here to help? Was it Zatana or maybe Constantine? Are they here yet? Upon looking around it is found that Zatana and Constantine are not here yet and the heroes get ready to engage this being carefully when a voice calls out
"Angel!"
Everyone whips their heads around to see Jason climbing over debris towards the Eldritch Being in front of them. The Batfam feels faint with a creeping realization and Superman swears he heard Batman's heart skip a beat for a second. Before anyone can ask Jason what he's doing the being shapeshifts into the much smaller form of a young fae-like creature with pointed ears, fangs, stark white hair, and vibrant green eyes floating in the air. He flys over to Jason before a flash of bright light leaves a young man deep black hair and frosty blue eyes in Jason's arms.
Jason turns to introduce his boyfriend to his family and the League only to find that Batman has fainted, a panicking JL, and a gobsmacked Zatana and Constantine have who've arrived in time to see the transformation. As Zatana and Constantine begin to freak out and prepare defensive magic Batman comes to and levels a scowl at Jason.
"Hood, I think you have some explaining to do."
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galamalion · 3 months
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୨୧. 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄
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summary. luffy's relationship with hancock begins to strike a deep nerve within you.
⤷ contents. monkey d. luffy x gn!reader, fluff + angst, boa hancock is rude, jealous!reader, light angst (resolved by the end), slight miscommunication // wc. 2.1k
⤷ notes. request by @amortentiaz for a jealous!reader over luffy's relationship with boa hancock. i think i got a little too invested in writing reader's anger, maybe i should write some more angst... i hope you enjoy! <3
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Your boyfriend wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Was he caring? Of course, he cuddled and hugged and kissed you near constantly. Was he attentive? Easily, he always wanted to snuggle with you, no matter your location—even if it led to some unfortunate circumstances.
But he may just be the most scatterbrained boyfriend anyone could ask for, and your current situation was perhaps the best example of his obliviousness.
"Ah, Luffy! I have more food if you want it!"
"Really?! Thank you, Hancock!"
You and Luffy had gotten pulled off your ship by a terrible storm, only a small makeshift raft of wood to keep you afloat. A miracle had led you to land on Amazon Lily, an island led by a woman with a fixation for Luffy.
And so here you were, stuck watching the most beautiful woman in the world drape herself over your boyfriend like they'd been married for the last thirty years. Sure, your boyfriend was the greatest catch in the East Blue, but he was your boyfriend. Not Hancock's 'sweetie pie honey bun super-special pirate king.'
You had just finished talking with Jimbei through the snail transponder, who informed you that the ship would be there tomorrow in the morning. Unfortunately, that meant you would have to stay here.
"Alright, Luffy," you sighed, "The Thousand Sunny will be here in the morning, which means that we're stuck here for tonight."
"There's a room prepared for you in the palace if you need it, Luffy! I can have whatever you need brought there," Hancock swooned, feeding Luffy a drumstick.
"Ooh! Hey, is there anything you need, ____?" Luffy turned to ask, voice muffled by all the meat stuffed inside his mouth.
You looked behind Luffy to meet eyes with Hancock, watching her expression sour at the mention of your name.
"I think I'm fine. Thanks, Luf," you muttered, crossing your arms.
"Ok, but Hancock can bring us anything, so if you change your mind you can ask her!" he grinned, taking another large bite of the drumstick.
You sighed, briefly meeting eyes with Hancock who silently scoffed at your presence. Angrily, you stomped out of the palace and out of the town, going far, far away from the oh-so benevolent queen of the island.
As you walked into the expansive forest of the island, you began kicking a rock with each step, muttering under your breath.
"Oh Luffy, here's some yummy food!" you kicked the rock. "Oh Luffy, what dress do you think I should wear?" you kicked the rock. "Oh Luffy, you should break up and we should get married and have a bunch of tiny beautiful babies!"
You kicked the rock off the path, watching it roll off into underbrush and onto the grass floor of the forest.
"Go on then," you grumbled, "go get married to the prettiest girl in the world! then you can really be King of the Pirates..."
As you walked further into the tropical forest of the island, you came upon a rocky cliff, a beautiful location covered in small plants and light foliage. Rocks jutting out harshly in every which way, moss growing upon it, unbothered and untouched.
This is just what you need.
You stepped up to the edge of the cliff and gazed at the forest below, wild and vibrant green hues filling up every space you looked at. The sky was similar, a brilliant cloudless blue, like a calm blue sea without a boat in sight. You could stare at this serene scene for all of eternity, if only time allowed.
Sighing wistfully, you closed your eyes and stretched your body, taking a deep breath.
And then, you screamed.
You screamed at nothing and everything, all at once. At Hancock and Luffy, together, singularly, at their actions, at their attitudes. You shrieked at Hancock's cruel expressions, her blatant disregard for your own feelings. You screeched at Luffy's oblivious disposition, his inability to realize how you felt about all of this. You screamed until your throat burned, until you could feel your eyes welling up with tears and your screams turned into sobs turned into silent crying.
Needless to say, it was a much needed catharsis.
You calmed yourself down and walked back to the bustling city, taking in the nature surrounding you. As you continued walking, a long, rubbery leg touched down onto the forest path. The leg was attached to your boyfriend, who jumped down from the trees with a bewildered and frightened expression on his face.
"Are you okay ____?!" I heard—"
"I'm fine," you snapped, brushing past him.
Luffy gave you a confused look as you walked towards the village, on your way to check out the room in the palace Hancock so graciously gave you.
It was placed right next door to Hancock's own chambers, no doubt because she wanted to keep Luffy close, but the interior was far more shocking. Instead of a giant king sized bed in the middle, two beds—one far bigger than the other—with a great deal of space separating them were inside. It was almost too obvious to tell which bed was Luffy's, given the amount of food and gift baskets surrounding it.
You were just shocked that she put you in Luffy in the same room.
Deciding it wasn't worth complaining about, you instead searched around the castle in search of a library, a place Luffy would never look for you.
It wasn't that you were mad at him. No, it would be more accurate to say that you were furious. But you knew deep inside your mind that it wasn't his fault. But you also knew that if you saw him again, you would blow up, explode, in his face.
You stayed in the library until midnight, reading fairy tales and historical texts, immersing yourself in the stories and history these books contained. You could feel the anger and jealousy in your veins dwindle with each page you read.
Once you had returned your amassed collection of books back to their shelves, you made your way back to your room. Expectations were low, you were fairly certain that Luffy wouldn't have a clue regarding your feelings, and a conversation would most certainly need to happen.
Walking quietly to your shared room, you carefully opened the door. the first thing you noticed was that Luffy was still awake, crouched in the middle of his bed. It wasn't strange for Luffy to be awake so late in the night, knowing that his sleep schedule was pretty irregular, but an unusually upset expression was etched into his face.
The second thing you noticed was that the delicious gifts surrounding his bed were uneaten, unopened, the wrapping on a few having not been touched.
Luffy noticed you immediately, the corners of his lips pulling down even further, his brow furrowed in a mixture of, seemingly, sadness and confusion, like a puppy watching their owner leave for the first time.
"Are you mad at me?" he blurted out quietly, clutching his knees.
All you could do was sigh in response, moving to sit on your own bed.
"I don't know," you confessed, looking away from him. "I'm...mad, yeah. But at you? I don't know."
Luffy remained quiet until you decided to break the silence.
"Hancock is pushy," you crossed your arms, "she's pushing my boundaries and she's pushing her way between us. I know she's a friend of yours and she's helped you a lot, but it hurts to watch her snuggle up to you and talk about the 'love' between you."
You looked up at Luffy, seeing the realization and hurt flood his eyes, his fingers twitching as his legs slid towards the edge of the bed.
He didn't say anything yet, instead squeezing the blankets and looking down at his feet, clearly composing his thoughts.
"I'm sorry, ____," Luffy whispered, standing up from the bed. "I know Hancock does nice things for me, but I don't see her like I see you,"
"Then why don't you tell her off? Tell her to leave you alone, tell her you're in a relationship?" you pushed, feeling the jealousy seething out of you.
Luffy frowned and walked closer to you, sitting down on your bed. "You're the greatest treasure I've ever found," he confessed, moving his hands to yours, "it's like you're so shiny and bright, and everybody else is all gray. I know Hancock talks a lot and gives me a lot of food, but if you don't want me to talk or take stuff from her, then I won't, promise!"
Despite your attempts to remain stoic, you were unable to disguise the twinge of a smile caused by Luffy's statement, choosing to nuzzle your face in his neck to hide.
"You don't have to ignore her, Luf. Just ask her to tone it down, maybe? She is the queen of this place. Even if I'm mad at her, I'd rather not piss off someone who can kill us with a snap of her fingers," you mumbled, playing with his vest.
Luffy gave you a big hug, wrapping his rubbery arms around once, and then twice. "If she tries to hurt you, then I'll stop her! You're way more awesome than her," Luffy declared with a pout, falling back into your tiny bed with you in his arms, "and I promise I'll be an extra awesome boyfriend for you."
"You're too sweet, Luf," you laughed softly, hugging him tighter. "But maybe we should move to the bigger bed?"
"I'm too tired, and I'm already comfy," he whined.
"Fine," you grumbled, too tired to argue with your much stronger boyfriend (and captain.)
"G'night, ____," Luffy hummed, pulling you closer to his chest.
You smiled, shutting your eyes, "Night, Luffy."
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The morning seemed to come swiftly, light spilling into the room and striking your face. Your boyfriend was still wrapped around you like a vice, caging you tightly against his chest.
"Luffy," you groaned, trying to push him away, "you gotta let me go, it's time to get up,"
Luffy moaned and pressed his face to your chest, "Five more minutes, pretty please?"
"Jimbei said the ship would be here in the morning, the mor-ning, Luf. If we're late to meet them then Nami will beat our asses."
"Then I'll beat her up!"
"Then I'll have to dig your grave."
Luffy pouted and retracted his arms, crossing them, "Fine, we can go now."
Now free from you boyfriend's hold, you and Luffy changed your clothes for the new day, then exited the bedroom.
Immediately upon opening the door, you were greeted with the beautiful, illuminating face of Boa Hancock, who was clearly shocked and upset to see you exit with Luffy.
"Ah, Luffy! I just wanted to see if you wanted to have breakfast? I've had 60 eggs cooked and 30 plates of meat—"
"Sorry, Hancock!" Luffy interrupted, scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder, "we've gotta go!"
"But—"
Without letting her get another word out, Luffy sprinted through the halls of the palace and out of an expansive window, stretching his way across the viridian forest below.
The sights below were familiar, but it was strange seeing them down below. You could make out the path you travelled through the leaves, even catching a glimpse of the cliff you had stood on last night, a horrible moment during a horrible day that seemed so far away now.
As Luffy jumped from tree to tree, occasionally breaking through the canopy to give you that bird's-eye view, you eventually landed at the gate to Amazon Lily, where the thousand sunny was currently floating.
"Hey, lovebirds!" Nami yelled up, waving her arms, "you're just in time! Let's get out of here!"
"Please, let me go! I need to get onto that island!" Sanji cried out, held in place by Robin's devil fruit-generated limbs.
Luffy let out a boisterous laugh, "We're comin' down! Let's go, ____!" he howled, sprinting towards the ledge.
You looked over your shoulder, fear in your eyes, "Luffy, don't you dare!"
Luffy, ignoring your pleas for a safer entrance, leapt onto the ship with a battle cry, landing perfectly on the wooden deck with you in hand. He gently set you down, flashing a grin as he patted your shoulder.
"Wasn't that fun?!" Luffy exclaimed, dusting off his straw hat.
You collapsed in shock, sprawling your limbs out on the deck as you recovered from your near-death situation.
"We'll...we'll work on that," you panted, desperately attempting to catch your breath.
"Sweet! Let's go now!" Luffy cheered, pulling you back up
"Go? Where?" you asked, astonished, "we just got back to the ship?"
"I told ya, I'm gonna be and extra super awesome boyfriend!" he beamed, "now we have to go do some extra super awesome stuff!"
He once again wrapped you up in his arms, flashing a smile as he hugged you.
"I promise I'm gonna be a way better boyfriend from now on, I won't disappoint you!" he beamed.
You smiled back and ruffled his hair, kissing his forehead.
"You're already the best boyfriend I could ask for, Luffy."
"But I can be better!"
"Better than best?"
"Best of the best!"
You threw you head back and laughed, squeezing him back.
"Alright, Luf. Show me what you have in mind."
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tonixe · 4 months
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ਏਓ `cute little housewife
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``a/n: I'm back, and I have so many good ideas for Coriolanus it is so crazy, so be ready for that. And also if yall have any ideas DM them or request them &lt;3.
warning: p in the v, unprotective, creampie, somnophillia, breeding kink. ** (not proofread)
pairing: Coriolanus x wife!reader
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It's been too long since you have seen your husband, he was always busy in the capitol.
You knew his schedule by heart, knowing he was mostly busy throughout the day and night. You tried to wait on the parlor, laying down on a velvety couch and resting your head on the armrest. It was already 12 when you looked at Big Ben's clock staring at you. Opening the fridge and placing the food in, stretching your body back. Before walking to the bathroom, turning the knob and the hot water flooded out of the faucet to the tub. Putting your hand in the water, it was warm. It was already too late to wait for him any further, so you thought to get ready for bed.
Putting some bath bombs inside, hearing the sizzling of the bath bomb, with the colorful colors diffusing into the water making it look vibrant. Turning off the running water, strip off the clothing on your body. Stepping inside the tub, relaxing your shoulders, and laying your head back.
Parting your legs, allowing your muscles to relax. "Finally" You whispered, closing your eyes and easing your joints. The steam of the water fogged up the mirrors, You laid down in there for an hour, before stepping out and wrapping your wet body with a warm towel. Putting your feet on the fluffy carpet. You did your usual routine changing into a light nightgown that draped your body fully, it was fairly hot today. Getting into your luxurious shared king-sized bed. Closing your eyes, You slipped into the dream world.
Coriolanus stepped onto the porcelain flooring, as it was the large doors were closed by guards. Coriolanus felt pent up from work, walking down to your guy's shared bedrooms. Taking off his shoes and throwing his jacket somewhere else, loosened his tie as he walked to the bedroom. Immediately looking at your peaceful figure on the bed. He found it cute, walking to your side and looking at your calm sleeping face.
He felt ashamed feeling the need for you, your nightgown was skimpy and it was see-through. Exposing every curve of your body and your breasts. His hand touches your face gently. You did stir from that sudden movement. The sudden movement lifted the blanket from your body, making your body more visible to his eyes, making you stir a little bit. His eyes widen at the lack of panties you had, his hands flipping your nightgown over revealing your slit. The cold air makes you almost wake up before he traces your folds making you tense up, your legs locking in his hand. "Haah~" you moan through your lips at the feeling, Before he gently opens your legs, sliding one of his fingers into you, he hears quiet moans from your lips.
Making him more excited, thrusting a few more digits into you, more moans came out of your mouth, as he heard some groaning. Feeling your cunt getting wetter, he felt you tensing up against his finger before he withdrew. Your were deep asleep, rubbing your legs together. Looking at your figure, your body was hot and a blush covered your face, heavy breathing coming from you. "Please–" you murmured out.
He hovered himself above your sleeping form, being careful to not wake you up, playing with his belt slipping off his pants then his boxers. He line himself to your slit, and before thrusting into you, he groaned out in pleasure. He slid into you before his hips collided with yours, your moans becoming louder, "Fuck" he whispered.
Ripping off the top of the nightgown, rolling your nipples with his finger, feeling your nipples getting harder as you got tighter around him. Placing the palm of his hand on the bed, his hips smacking yours, his ball hitting your lower core. Your walls massaged his cock, as he groaned pushing his cock further into you. "Haah~" moans rolling off your tongue, "Corio~" You murmured.
He grabs your thighs and presses them down onto your chest, he gets on top of you, his chest pressing yours, as he thrusts into you, feeling you tighten around him, his ears hearing your heavy breathing.
You woke up almost as soon as he was getting to his climax, "Honey?" your tired eyes looked at him, rubbing your eyes. Your eyes felt heavy, as you moaned. "Fuck, I just really need you" he growled into your ear, moving out and in, before his lips touched yours, in a hot kiss. a string of saliva between both of your lips, looking down at your core, his cock slipping out of you and forceful going back in, making you jolt. "Corio—" you moaned.
His hips smacking onto yours, his hands putting your legs onto your chest, into a better mating press. He looked at your fucked out face, your body feeling ecstasy and pleasure. You felt his pace slowing down, feeling his climax coming in soon, your eyes looking at the messy scene in between your legs. "I'm going to give a little cute baby inside of you" He groaned into your ear, groping your tits.
Realizing your nightgown was gone, your body is unveiled to him. Feeling his hot load painting your gummy walls, he shoved himself into you, fucking the cum into your hole. Your hands gripping the sheets, as you cummed too, feeling a rush of hot liquid dripping out of you. Before he slips out of you, his soft cock is pulled out of you. You missed the warm length inside of you. The erotic scene of your naked exposed body and your pussy dripping from his cum, your dewy, sweaty body, and the ripped fabric around your body.
You were still tired, and weary. You tried to lean onto the headrest but failed, your back laying onto the soft mattress, Looking down at the mess between your legs. Rubbing your eyes, yawning. "Come" You motioned him towards you, patting the side of the bed, "Lay down"
The way you looked made him hard again, the lewd and vulgar scene of your body, white liquid dripping out of your pussy, your breast decorated with little hickies and bites. Bruises and marks on your waist and your hair were a mess. Sounds of panting echoed in the chamber of the room, he obeyed laying next to you still in the nude. He pushed your body close to you, rubbing your waist gently. Feeling him pressed onto your ass. Feeling him close to made you feel safe, his hand secure around you, you felt your eyes drooping down and falling asleep again, with his hands around you.
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lxndonorris · 11 days
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sleeping naked - Max Verstappen
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Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Smutish, light touching as a professional naked sleeper, Max convinced you to try it out as well x word count: 1100+ taglist: @game-set-canet requested by anon :) if you have any request, let me feel free to talk to me. gif by me.
The quiet hum of the night envelopes the room as you and your boyfriend Max head to your bedroom to settle into bed after a long day together. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm ambiance, illuminating the contours of Max's handsome face as he stands beside you.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Max suggests something that catches you off guard.
"Hey, how about we try sleeping completely naked tonight?"
You blink in surprise, feeling a flush of warmth creeping up your cheeks.
The idea is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking—a bold departure from your usual routine. Well, for Max, it isn't that unusual; he does it every now and then. Still, there is something tempting about the prospect of shedding all inhibitions and embracing the intimacy of bare skin against bare skin.
"Are you sure?" You ask, your voice tings with uncertainty.
Max flashes you a reassuring smile; his confidence infectious. "Trust me, it will be liberating. Plus, it's something new and exciting to try together."
With a tentative nod, you agree, your heart racing with anticipation.
As you strip away the layers of clothing, you can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over you, exposed and raw in the dim light of your bedroom.
But as Max wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his naked form, all doubts melt away. There is a primal intimacy to that embrace, a connection forged through the simple act of being ourselves to each other.
As you gaze upon Max's naked form, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtain, you can't help but feel a surge of admiration. Taking a step back, you let your eyes wander all over him.
Normally, you are accustomed to seeing him dressed in plain shirts or the vibrant Red Bull racing gear, his athletic physique hinted at beneath the fabric. But now, with nothing but his bare skin on display, he exudes a newfound sense of confidence and freedom.
There is a raw allure to him—a magnetic pull that draws you in with an intensity you can't ignore. His muscles ripple beneath the moon-kissed skin, every contour and curve a testament to his strength and dedication. And yet, there is a vulnerability to him as well, a raw honesty that leaves you breathless.
Gone is the facade of the racing driver, replaced by the unfiltered essence of the man you love. In this moment, he is more than just Max; he is a revelation, a glimpse into the depths of his soul laid bare for you to behold.
As he catches your gaze, a knowing smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and you feel your heart skip a beat.
"You're beautiful." His rough voice sounds a little deeper, huskier, carrying the love he feels for you.
Your entire body flushes with color, and your skin rapidly heats up. "Thank you." You breathe deeply.
With a newfound sense of courage, you reach out to trace the lines of his body with trembling fingers, marveling at the warmth of his skin beneath your touch.
He is a masterpiece, a work of art sculpted by time and experience, and you feel privileged to witness him in all his naked glory.
Then, Max's eyes roam over your body again, tracing the curves with a reverence that takes your breath away.
His gaze is like a caress, tender and adoring, as if he is committing every inch of you to memory. There is no judgment in his eyes, only a deep appreciation for the woman standing before him.
"Absolutely stunning," he whispers, his voice husky with emotion.
His words send a thrill coursing through you, igniting a fire of desire that burns hot and fierce. You step closer to him again, closing the distance between you until your bodies are just inches apart.
Resting your hand on his chest, you feel the warmth of Max's skin beneath it. His skin is smooth beneath your touch, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat is a comforting melody against your palm.
With a contented sigh, Max let out a low growl of happiness, his eyes meeting yours with a playful sparkle. The sound sends a shiver of excitement down your back.
As you climb into bed, pulling the sheets up to cover your lower halves, you relish the sensation of your torsos being exposed to each other. There is an undeniable intimacy in the simplicity of your intertwined bodies.
Max leans in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, his touch tender and affectionate. "Thank you for trying this out with me," he murmurs, his voice filled with gratitude.
"It's actually pretty good." A coy smile plays on your lips. "I could get used to this." You smile, tracing lazy circles on his chest.
"Me too." His gaze softens, and he leans in again to press a tender kiss on your lips.
The sensation of Max's fingertips gliding over your skin sends shivers down your spine, each touch a delicate caress. You embrace the way he moves with such care and mindfulness, as if every stroke is a silent delcaration of his love.
Unable to resist, you reach out to cup his cheek, your thumb tracing the rugged outline of his jawline, reveling in the texture of his stubble against your skin. It sends a tingling sensation through you, but it is a sensation you welcome, a reminder of the raw masculinity that defines him.
Then, Max's fingers graze the skin of your shoulders, and he pauses, his touch lingering over a spot on your arm.
What's this?" He asks, his voice tinging with curiosity.
You glance down, following his gaze to the tattoo adorning your skin—a small emblem commemorating his third championship win. A surge of pride swells within you as you recall the exhilaration of that moment, the joy etched into Max's face as he stood victorious on the podium.
"It's for you," you explain, a shy smile playing on your lips. "To celebrate your incredible achievements." You got it just a few days ago, when he was racing in Saudi Arabia. 
Max's eyes sparkle with delight, and he pulls you closer, pressing a fervent kiss to the tattoo.
"You're amazing, you know that?" He murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.
You melt into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his affection. You cocoon yourselves beneath the sheets, your bodies entwined as you lay face-to-face, lost in the intimacy of the moment.
His lips find yours once more, a gentle caress that speaks volumes of his love.
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ponderingmoonlight · 5 months
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Gojo's little sister seducing Choso at Shibuya
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Pairing: Choso x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,6k
Synopsis: When Gojo's little sister is at Shibuya in order to find her brother, she meets none other than Choso - a man that seems to have everything she has ever dreamed about. Is she able to seduce him?
Warnings: the end is spicy as hell so read at own risk, Choso being a lil slow but straightforward in the end, this has no real plot so be aware of brainrot
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„Let’s see where you are…”, you mumble to yourself.
Satoru has some nerves, letting himself get sealed when the whole country needs him and his stupid six eyes and hollow purple. You’ll definitely make fun of him for the rest of his life for that. What else should you do? After all, you are his little sister. It’s your job to get on his nerves.
Your heels klick against the hard floor beneath almost therapeutically while your eyes scan the area. Seems like none of these fuckers are here. Who the hell is responsible for this whole mess? Surely not that volcano and flower guy from before, right? If Satoru is smart, he already exorcised both of them.
Something inside you makes you stop in your tracks. There is someone, without any doubt.
“Don’t be shy, you don’t have to hide from me. I promise I won’t bite. Just beating the shit out of you”, you announce into the darkness, the only thing lighting up the hallways being the colorful signs.
This definitely isn’t one of Satoru’s students, that’s for sure. None of them is already skilled enough to hide from your sharp senses. Fuck, even Nanami can’t escape you.
So, who the hell is this?
Your nerves begin to tickle just the way you like it, a bright grin plastered on your face. Finally some action, finally someone you can fight eye to eye. How long has it been since you’ve experienced that? Too long, that’s for sure.
Despite being Satoru’s little sister, you aren’t gifted with six eyes or unlimited cursed energy. No, even though being a member of the Gojo-clan you were never able to meet his standards, always a shadow by his side. Gifted with the same blue eyes but without the glow, gifted with a few strands of white hair but your head isn’t fully snow-colored. That didn’t stop you from becoming a grade 1 sorcerer, one of the bests under the special ranks. Yes, you are an exceptional jujutsu sorcerer all by yourself, without being gifted since birth.
But regardless of your big brother always came first, he loves you with all his heart. Protected you when you didn’t want to be protected, trained you even though you hated getting beaten by him, comforted you when all you could do was cry. To be honest, Satoru is the best big brother you could have asked for and it’s your responsibility to save him. What do you have siblings for?
“You’re starting to get on my nerves. Come out or get out of the way.”
Foreign steps start to echo through the hallway, making your heart hammer against your ribcage in an instant. These footsteps don’t sound familiar to you, you haven’t met whoever this is yet.
Your vibrant blue eyes dart towards the figure of what seems like a man, coming closer and closer to you. He’s tall, dark hair hanging into his face. Oh, his face…he’s really handsome with that tattoo over his nose. Since being Satoru’s sister comes with meeting many good-looking man, this is nothing new to you. But something about him is special, more your type. A look into his brown violet eyes is enough to get lost in them.
“You’re hot”, you coo out, heels clicking while you approach him.
“Who are you?”, his deep but bored voice questions.
Choso hates to admit it, but you’re easy on his eyes. Something about your appearance seems familiar while he’s sure he has never seen you before. That ocean eyes…
“You look like Satoru Gojo.”
“Yeah, I hate to admit it but I’m his little sister. Are we really that similar? I don’t want to look like him”, you remark, face twisted.
That means you’re his enemy, that means he has to kill you. Instinctively, he shoots slicing exorcism your way, attempting to pierce right through your heart at horrendous speed.
“Watch out, that is dangerous!”, you warn him, flying through the air with ease to avoid his attack.
Damn, you’re fast. Your speed is exceptional for a human being, almost as fast as Satoru Gojo himself.
“Let me come closer”, you hush.
Before he’s able to react any further, you stand right in front of him, fists flying his direction.
“You’re so quiet, what’s on your mind?”, you insist, careful to not get sliced open by his blood manipulation.
“I wish you were too”, he hisses before catching your fist mid-air and slamming your body into the ground.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”, you purr, hands grabbing his strong shoulders tightly.
Satoru would kill you right here on the spot if he’d hear you, always disliking your taste in men like nothing else.
“I think he’s kinda hot”, you admitted while eyeing the dark-haired boy from Kyoto named Kamo.  
Satoru almost choked on his coke, eyes and face screaming in disgust.
Are you serious, (y/n)? What the fuck is wrong with your taste in men, why always the bad ones? Maybe you should get them checked.”
He roughly smacked the back of your head, making you almost lose it completely.
“Are you out of your mind, idiot? I heard your eyes can freeze if someone hits you in the head while you’re squinting!”
“Your eyes aren’t functioning properly anyway. How about someone like Yuta or somethin’, a nice guy with good intentions. Or even better, just do this world a favor and stay single.”
“Can you just shut the fuck up? You have nothing to say to me!”
“I AM YOUR BIG BROTHER-“
“CAN YOU TWO SHUT UP ALREADY!?”
Hehe. You smile to yourself while shaking your head, focus back on the man in front of you. Oh, you can tell by the way he moves that he’s absolutely buff underneath that cloak. And his eyes…They look even more stunning up close. What a gorgeous man. Yes, he’s definitely more than your type. Who is he?
“Tell me your name.”
With a swift motion, you’re back on your feet, curse-loaded fists aiming for him.
“Choso Kamo”, he presses out.
What’s wrong with you? Are you really trying to seduce him while battling? He’s your enemy, he’s on his way to kill your comrade, he…you…
Why are you so good-looking? And why does your confident smile make his usual calm heart flutter? You don’t seem scared at all, let alone determined to kill him.
“Oh, that explains the blood manipulation.”
“I’m here to kill Yuji Itadori.”
“Yuji, huh? What did that poor boy do to deserve your hate?”, you question, letting yourself fall into a split to avoid his blood.
“He killed my brothers”, he hisses through gritted teeth.
You stop in your tracks for a second, gaze fixed upon his. Oh. This certainly wasn’t the answer you were expecting. In your mind, all of these curses and the people working with them are cold-hearted monsters, walking on this earth to kill every human that gets in their way. But Choso…
You can feel his pain.
“I’m sorry to hear that”, you breathe out.
And you mean it. You’d be devastated too if someone killed Satoru, seeking for revenge with every fiber of your being.
Your glistening eyes and words make it hard for Choso to raise his hand against you. The eyes that look like those of Satoru Gojo, those eyes that are partly responsible for the death of his beloved brothers. No, he can’t let you get away, you are a part of the problem, you have to die, you…
You are grabbing his hand.
“If someone killed my brother, I would do exactly the same thing. But let me tell you this wasn’t easy for Yuji, he had no other choice-“
“I don’t want to hear it”, Choso yells, slapping your hand away, trying to slash you open again.
“Good for you I like my man feisty and strong. You’re a great catch”, you shout, entangling him in close combat again.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you understand that we are on different sides?”, he questions.
“Why though? We’d be a perfect match. I bet those fingers look good around my neck.”
The way Choso’s face instantly twists in disbelief and that little blush that creeps up his face are the best things you’ve seen for a long time while suddenly water rains down on him, fire alarms going off around both of you.
“Opsie, might have hit something important”, you comment, white uniform now soaked in water.
Did you really just say that? Are you too dumb to realize that he is your enemy, that romance has no place in his world, that he is fucking reincarnated? No, you are way too smart to not be aware of the fact who he is. You simply decide to ignore it.
But not only that, are you really flirting with him? Choso never really thought much about his appearance, it was never his goal to be ‘attractive’. But at the moment, when seeing your wet skin, your eyes lingering over him…
Something about your words and looks make him wonder.
“Do you…really mean that?”, he mumbles while blocking your attack.
“Huh, that you’re hotter than hell? Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m lying.”
Choso feels like fainting when your dripping face comes so close that it’s only inches away from his own, your mesmerizing orbs locking with his through wet lashes while your hands rest against his chest. Can you feel his heart hammer, can you tell that this the first time a women ever touched him? Oh god, what is he supposed to do? He has a mission, he needs to kill Yuji Itadori, he-
Your fingers start to draw small circles over the fabric of his soaked cloak, making something twitch inside his pants. Fuck, why do you have to look so absolutely stunning when your hair is completely wet, light up by purple light that makes you look almost angelic?
“Oh god”, he breathes out.
This feels so good. No, this is so wrong.
“You…you shouldn’t be flirting with me. I am party responsible for your brother getting sealed and killed. I am your enemy.”
“Urgh, stop talking about my damn brother, he’s fine anyway. He doesn’t let himself get killed by some idiots. And you don’t have to me my enemy. Let’s be…friends”, you suggest.
“Friends”, he repeats.
“Maybe more, who knows…I’m not mad about the things you’ve done. I fully understand why you’re outraged and what your mission is, I respect your motives”, you reply.
God, why does he have to be so breathtaking beautiful and relatable? Under all the men you’ve met, why is it exactly him you fell the hardest for? Why can’t it be someone like Ino or Todo? Why does it have to be him? Oh, Satoru will definitely kill you when he finds out about it.
But you don’t care. No, Choso has something you were looking for in every man you’ve met before. He is strong, outstanding smart, has clear goals, is straight up stunning and a little dangerous. You couldn’t care less about the fact that you’re standing on opposite sides.
You want him.
“You won’t stop me from killing Yuji Itadori.”
“I will have to try. But until then, there is absolutely no reason for us to fight, right? I’m into bad guys anyway.”
Choso looks at you completely lost at words. You, a breathtaking fine-looking and skilled jujutsu sorcerer, are really interested in getting to know him? This has to be a dream he didn’t know about until now, a deep desire that comes to life.
But he can’t resist. Despite all the things that speak against it, he can’t.
“Fine”, he grumbles.
“Great! Would you mind taking off that cloak so I can see your abs?”, you ask, eyes sparkling in excitement.
But why is this not enough? Why is a simple ‘fine’ not enough to fulfill that desire? Something inside him begs him to pull you closer, to hold your body firmly against his, kiss you and-
He swallows heavy. What has gotten into him?
“I won’t do that”, he automatically replies, gaze fixed on your pretty little mouth.
Oh, the things he wants to do right now, things he never thought about before. Is it because of the human body he reincarnated him? No, he never felt the desire to be close to a woman before. It’s because of you and the way you tilt your head, how you seem to know which words you have to use in order to drive him insane.
“Oh, was it too early for that? Fine, I’ll wait then… ”
Fuck it.
It happens faster than you’re able to react. With a swift motion, Choso pins you against a nearby wall, looking down at you with dark eyes.
“What do you have that other women haven’t had before?”, he hisses.
“Beauty, brain, power…”
You aren’t able to finish your ramblings. With rough hands, he grabs your waist and neck before pressing his lips against yours. You melt into his touch in an instant, too stunned by this sudden reaction. Instinctively, your very own hands begin to roam around his body, muscles now perfectly emphasized by the stream of water that pours down on both of you through the dim purple neon lights. Fuck, you’re melting like butter in his hands, your shared sloppy kiss being the only thing apart from the dripping water that fills the empty hallway.
“Fuck”, you moan into his lips, fingertips tracing through his wet hair.
This is straight out of your dreams. Making out with a man you didn’t even know an hour ago, a man that seems to have everything you want, a man who’s your enemy. But since when are enemies this good at kissing, since when is it allowed that they are so damn fine?
Why the hell are you so turned on?
He let’s go of you as suddenly as he grabbed you before, panting hard while looking down at you with glimmering eyes.
“I will search for Yuji Itadori now”, he proclaims, licking over his lips and closing his eyes for a second.
Slowly but surely, Choso returns back into reality, mind sorting itself. That felt good, way too good for his liking. If he didn’t let go, he’d probably stay here with you until the night ends. But he still has a mission to fulfill.
“You sure about that? Y’know, we could stay here a little longer, that fire alarm with all that water pouring down and the neon lights are kinda romantic…”, you begin.
“I’ll meet you again. Until then, don’t get in the way.”
One last touch. He allows his fingertips to brush over your cheek and mouth one last time before turning around and disappearing.
He’s gone, leaving you sinking down the wall as your knees give in. Mindlessly, your fingertips trace over your lips.
This really happened. Did you really just seduce the enemy? Your heart still hammers roughly against your chest, hands trembling in sensation while the water from above keeps pouring down on you. No man ever touched you like that, no man ever gave you that kind of feeling. Fuck, what did you get yourself into?
You chuckle into yourself, eyes fixed on the pouring water.
“If Satoru finds out about that…”
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astraystayyh · 1 year
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The wedding and the morning after
inspired by that cute twitter trend :,) very soft bang chan fluff. use of wife and husband a lot but they just got married so they get a pass!!!!!
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Your wedding ceremony with Chan was a simple one. You weren't one for extravagance and neither was he. So you opted for an intimate setting, only inviting your favorite humans in there.
You felt as if everything was more vibrant that day- the colors of the flowers you both hand-picked, the smell of food that wafted through the air, the twinkling lights you had installed because they reminded Chan of your eyes (or so he insisted).
But you knew it had a lot less to do with the decorations, and more with the man you married. Being with Chan was like looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses.
You felt grateful that you were alive because you got to experience being loved by him.
There was music, lots of laughter, and admittedly, tears. You can blame Chan's vows for it. His words rang in your ears throughout the night- how he vowed to love you until his last breath, and long after that.
But he didn't need to make those promises, they were just honorifics. Chan has shown you time and time again that he was in love with you.
You knew by the way he tore down your walls, gently, at your pace, your hand tightly clutched in his. How he deeply cared for you, on your happy days but especially on your saddest.
You and Chan weren't perfect, but you complemented each other like two halves of one heart. You found in him a home, a safe place for you to exist and be loved.
"You are so beautiful", he whispers in your ears while the both of you sway on the dance floor. You could faintly hear the cheers of the boys who were watching you, but you paid no mind to them. All you could focus on was Chan's warm hands on your waist, holding you close.
"So are you", you beam at him. When you looked at Chan, you didn't simply see his beautiful features- his brown eyes, straight nose and plump lips. You saw a warm coffee shop, where you seek refuge on a cold day; you saw a sunset slowly casting down into the sea; you saw a field of tulips stretching into the horizon.
Looking at Chan reminded you of beautiful sceneries, of the smell of earth after the rain, of a hearty soup that fills your insides when you are ill. You saw in him every beautiful feeling you've ever experienced in your life.
"I don't know how I got so lucky", he kisses your forehead gently and you close your eyes, savoring the feel of his lips on your skin.
Chan's forehead kisses held a special place in your heart. You always felt them deep within you- as if he was kissing beyond your skin and into your soul.
"I'm the lucky one", you reply, standing on your tiptoes and pecking his forehead back. Chan blushes at your gesture, eyes crinkling closed like half moons. It made your heart sore, how affected he was by your touch even after four years of dating. You liked to believe you'd be seventy and still a giggling mess around each other.
Chan then twirls you around, your laugh echoing around the venue. He thinks to himself that he'd do anything to make you laugh this way for the rest of your lives.
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"My feet are killing me", you whine to Chan as he parks in front of your apartment. You chose not to rush into your honeymoon, because you wanted to savor the quiet after your wedding, just the two of you. And you couldn't think of a better place to do so than your apartment.
It wasn't a huge one, but it had a makeshift studio for Chan, and a little balcony where you read. You painted the walls blue together and he bought you plants that you water everyday.
It was messy at times, but it was still your home. You knew that no matter what happened throughout the day, you can leave your worries at the door and head inside into each other's safe embrace.
Chan quickly hops to your side of the car, and opens it for you. He takes your heels off, throwing them into the backseat, before scooping you up bridal style.
"I've been dying to do this on our wedding night", he giggles excitedly and you smile, loosely looping your hands around his neck.
"Well now you can, husband."
"Say it again", he smiles as he leads you up to your apartment.
"My husband", you repeat and he quickly leans down to steal a kiss.
Chan opens the door to your apartment, finally placing you on solid ground. He loosens his black tie and you lean against the wall, admiring the view.
"Like what you see?", he teases and you smile mischievously, "This is what I married you for."
"So you are only with me for my looks?", he pouts. You would have thought he looked so adorable if not for him slowly unbuttoning his white shirt.
"I am", you smirk and suddenly, you are thrown over his shoulder. You laugh as he runs towards the bedroom, with you perched on his back.
He then gently places you down on the bed, caging your body with his arms; any hint of playfulness gone from his eyes. His gaze is so intense, you feel a blush creep up your neck. He notices, of course, and he smiles softly at you. "Is my wife getting shy on me?"
"Shut up", you glare playfully at him, and he grins, "Make me."
"You are so cheesy", you giggle as you grab his tie, pulling him down to meet your lips in a feverish kiss.
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"Morning, my love", Chan smiles at you, his hand threading through your hair gently.
"Morning, honey", you smile back, stretching slightly.
"Did you sleep well?", he asks, snuggling closer to you.
"Mhm, like a baby."
"I must have tired you yesterday", he smirks and you glare playfully at him, "Cocky much?"
"And you love it."
You're about to reply when your stomach grumbles loudly. "Is my pretty wife hungry?", he teases and you bite his arm in response.
"I'll take that as a yes", he chuckles, pulling you up with him, "Let's go make you breakfast."
"Make who breakfast?" you singsong and he smiles softly at you. "Make my wife breakfast."
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You are clad in Chan's oversized t-shirt and he's only wearing a pair of black shorts. The view of Chan's back muscles is so enticing you'd almost skip breakfast if you weren't so hungry.
When you are both done cooking, you happily dig into the breakfast while recounting the weddings events- how Hyunjin and Minho got so drunk they ended up confessing their love to each other, how Felix cried during your vows, how Seungmin and Jeongin surprised you with a song cover during your first dance. You can't help but sigh contently at how simple yet loving it felt.
You then wash the dishes while Chan dries them- an easy routine you both fell into as soon as he moved in with you.
You've been married to Chan for a day but you've loved him for what feels like forever.
When the kitchen is clean, you high-five him but he doesn't let your hand go. Instead, he intertwines his fingers with yours, bringing you closer to him.
"I love you", he whispers as his thumb slowly caresses your palm.
"I love you more."
"Impossible."
"But-", Chan silences you with his lips on yours, and you both can't help but smile into the kiss.
When he leans away, he bows down slightly, offering you his hand, "May i have this dance?"
You giggle as you curtsy back, "Yes you may."
Chan twirls you around the kitchen and you feel light as air. You then spin him around and you almost lose your balance, but Chan is there to steady you with a gentle grip.
As you catch your breath, you take a moment to look around you. The kitchen is bathed in warm, golden light, and the aroma of freshly made coffee fills the air. You can't help but wonder what you'd look like to an outsider, waltzing in the kitchen with no music on.
But as you gaze up at your husband, you don't find it in you to care. You've come to learn that with Chan, even the silence can sound like the most enchanting melody.
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