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yandere-daydreams · 2 months

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Title: Illuminated.

Pairing: Yandere!Apollo x Reader (Greek Mythology).

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Stalking, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, No Specified Gender For The Reader But They Are A Hunter Of Artemis, and Implied Kidnapping.

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“You, my love, are the poet’s demise.”

You stiffened at the sound of his melodic voice, shrinking into yourself before thinking better of taking on such a mouse-like posture and straightening. Still, you failed to stop yourself from crossing your arms over your chest, pulling your knees up and hoping beyond hope that the silvery water would be enough to hide your form from his unfaltering stare. You thought it’d be safer to bathe at night, apart from your sisters, when the softened moonlight protected you from his burning gaze, but you’d been naïve to think that any hour could be late enough to spare you haven. During the day, you lived under the burning gaze of his blazing chariot, busied yourself with shooting down hawks and ravens carrying gifts in their beaks, and at night, he had no burdens to keep him from closing the distance between you using less... ancillary methods.

“I’m afraid you must be mistaken, my lord.” You forced yourself to laugh, glancing over your shoulder. Sure enough, Apollo stood on the river’s opposing bank, his tanned skin nearly radiant in the darkness. If the sight of him hadn’t brought you such dread, you might’ve thought him beautiful. “As of late, my aim’s been so poor that I can hardly call myself a stag’s demise, let alone a man’s.”

You were quick to look away from him, but you could still hear his gentle hum, picture the way his lips would lilt upward as he shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s deathly true,” he went on, taking a step forward. The water rushed to part as he stepped where it had once been, and in turn, you scrambled for the robes you’d left on the shore, barely managing to pull the ashen cloth around yourself before Apollo came to stand in front of you, his light quickly doing away with what little protection the shadows offered. It was only after you were haphazardly dressed that you considered it might be considered an affront to hide any part of yourself from divinity, but the worry was quickly forgotten. It was only natural to want to create yet another barrier between you and him. Even insects knew to run from their betters. “For even the most talented bard would struggle beyond words to describe your beauty. They could be chained to their desk for an eternity, study under the Muses’ own tutelage, and still be unable to write a single line.”

He held out a hand to you, but you pretended not to realize he meant for you to take it. “You’re far too kind. If you have a message for Lady Artemis, there’s no need to bribe me with such—”

“My love,” he cut in, his smile unwavering. “If I had any desire to speak to my sister, your help would not be necessary.”

“A prophecy concerning our next hunt, then? If there’s something we mustn’t do, I ought to get the Huntmaster, she’ll—”

“My love.” You felt your throat tighten, your mouth go dry. “Although your voice is sweeter than honey and lovelier than birdsong, I’ll admit – I do find myself rather irritated when it’s used to employ such thinly veiled excuses. Any more, and I might think it better to encase your tongue in gold. At least, then, I might have something charming to admire while you lie to me.” His fingers grazed over your jaw as he moved to cup your cheek. It was not a gesture you had the luxury of ignoring. “You know why I have come here.”

Oh, how you wished you’d gone with your sisters.

“I… I can’t, my lord.” Unlike his, your voice was perfectly capable of trembling, of shaking, of plummeting into the sort of jarring, unsteady downward inflections that would’ve been the death of any proper storyteller. “My vows are to Lady Artemis, and—” It was your turn to smile, now, to lilt your head to the side apologetically. “—she’d never forgive me if I broke them. Especially with you.”

For the first time, his good humor seemed to ebb, giving way to not anger, but a melancholy sort of disappointment. “I suppose you’re right,” he relented, his golden glow dimming ever so slightly. Suddenly, it did not hurt quite so unbearably to look at him. “It’s a terrible thing. Me and my sister never did learn to share.”

Relief nearly managed to overshadow your revulsion. “I really am sorry. My desire is not to insult you, but—”

This time, when he interrupted you, it was not with a teasing remark, a nectar-dipped pet name, the vague implication of an affection he expected you to return. Rather, there was a sudden brightness in his golden eyes, a sharpened point to his smile, and then, his lips were pressed into yours. The kiss was shallow, but lingering, and when you tried to draw back, the hand on your cheek kept you firmly in place – his hold not crushing, but steadfast, resolute. His unoccupied arm wrapped around your waist, his hand finding its place at the small of your back as he sapped the last of the breath from your lungs. It was only when your palms pressed into his chest, your blunt nails burrowing into his bare skin in a silent plea for air, that he pulled back. Panting and flushed, you made a desperate effort to pull away, to escape back to your encampment, back to your sisters, back to your goddess, but he only cooed, his bowstring calloused fingertips fanning over your cheek.

“Such a terrible thing,” he muttered, and you considered, briefly, that you might’ve been the first mortal to realize just how wretched his voice truly was.

“How fortunate it is, then, that you’ve caught the attention of such a selfish admirer.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere greek gods #yandere greek mythology #yandere apollo #apollo x reader #yanderecore #yancore

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 3 months

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Falling Into A Norm (Say Less series) - LN

Summary: Overnight the dynamic changes between y/n and Lando, and while they're happy. There's one person who may pose a challenge for them.

Themes: No smut again but it is mentioned. Soz. Might make this the final part. Might not. I'm undecided rn. But if people want another part that is some absolute filth to really finish off the series, lmk :D

Admittedly there was something quite comforting and relaxing about not feeling the immediate need to vacate the vicinity that Lando is in after he’s near paralysed her from the waist down. “Railed by Lando Norris” should be allowed to be put down as an official method of work out and genuine reason for needing a sick note as recovery.

Waking up next to him, seeing him asleep and so peaceful. It’s not y/n’s first time waking up to him, but being forced awake because he fucked her halfway to a coma is very different to waking up next to a man who looks annoyingly angelic when he’s asleep.

Despite knowing that they talked for a good few hours and then Lando pulled his signature move of making her lose her voice.

The usual morning urge to pee hits her in a wave and she sighs moving to get out of the bed, ignoring the slight soreness of her insides. Is there a point where her body does actually adapt to his relentless treatment? Not that the soreness isn’t almost a nice reminder of the brain-melting orgasms. But it’s surely not as well hidden as she thinks it is.

“Where are you going?” Lando asks, hardly letting y/n get up on her feet before he’s spoken up.

“Like a lot of people do in the morning. I’m going to the toilet. Come with me if you really fear me making a break for it that much.” Y/n laughs obviously being sarcastic, but Lando takes the invitation for what it is and sluggishly gets up following her closely. “I didn’t actually mean that.”

“I know.” Lando smirks as he leans against the door and y/n looks at him with narrowed eyes. Yet to actually sit down and pee. “I think in the battle of wills, I’m going to win on the occasion.”

Y/n huffs feeling her bladder squeeze for a moment before she concedes. She’s definitely beginning to notice a running theme that Lando gets his way a hell of a lot more than she does. But equally what started as a demand for blowjobs turned much more into him seeking to give her pleasure till she’s a babbling mess.

“I want to take you on a date.” Lando declares as she wipes and flushes then moves to wash her hands then drying them before crossing her arms and leaning her hip against the counter.

“I want to accept.” Though it wasn’t really an offer to turn down or accept.

The dimpled smile that graces Lando’s face feels like such a blessing that she feels a flutter in her chest that are pushing the doubt to the side.

“Amazing, I’ll take care of planning it. You just sit and relax.”

“You’re a bit of a control freak aren’t you?” Y/n smiles as he moves towards her and hums pulling her hips to his own while she leans her upper body back a little. “Not that I’m complaining. It feels great from my end.”

“Good.” Lando hums while leaning forward to close the space between them.

It’s only then that y/n realises they hadn’t actually kissed till right this moment and there’s a softness in Lando’s actions that tells her he’d already thought about that fact and intended this to be something of no sexual motivation.

Just a kiss.

Their first kiss that is possibly very much overdue.

“So control freak, do I tell Daniel today, tomorrow or when he’s in a different country to you?” Y/n questions making him roll his eyes.

“Today.”

“Ooh, risky. But I’ll handle it. Make sure you’re not closely when I’m talking to him. He might have an initial rage I need to try and calm him down from.” Y/n hums then flushing when Lando’s large hand comes up to cup her face and she leans into his touch. “You’re still going to get the big brother talk from him. That is something I don’t think I have the ability to prevent.”

“I think I’ll be alright…although I might need to watch out for him on the track.”

Thankfully the season is nearly over and Lando rarely finds himself crossing paths with Daniel because the AlphaTauri car isn’t quite hitting the podiums like the McLaren car has.

Y/n sighs sitting in Daniel’s half of the garage ahead of practice, she did cross paths with Max earlier who made sure to comment on how there was some whispers about her and Lando allegedly left the paddock together. Though with no actual evidence beyond one or two people clearly gossiping with him.

The rumours do mean she needs to speak to Daniel before the whispers reach him too.

What she doesn’t expect is for her brother to snatch her phone and make her fear it’s now damaged when he slams it down.

Clearly someone got to speak to him before her.

“You and Lando are going to stop whatever it is that you think you’re doing and-“

“I’m a bit too old for you to have a say in who I spend my time with, Daniel.” Y/n sighs trying to keep her confidence. Something that is proving to be a lot easier with her brother than her self-proclaimed “boyfriend”. A title he gave himself not long after their kiss and honestly the last thing she felt the need to do was argue with him. Actually she had to hide a smile.

Things feel like they’ve jumped in, nose-diving into a pool of relationship status.

They’ve gone from hate sex to full blown relationship practically overnight. Actually entirely overnight.

“I know how Lando can be-how all men can be and my sister is better than that.”

“Oh so you’re promoting me to exclusively date women?”

“No.”

“Then-“

“But preferably not someone from the motorsport world.”

“You know you don’t get a say in it. I’ve already warned him that you’re going to give him a brotherly speech and warning. But believe it or not…I want to at least see if things work out without my big brother’s intervention.”

Daniel looks like he’s torn between actually smashing her phone and being happy that he sister might have found someone who would make her happy. The problem is that he doesn’t trust most of the younger drivers as far as he can throw them. They all have done well to disguise their questionable actions with women but he’s not one to buy into it. At least Charles’ hasn’t decided to pursue her, then he’d really be in trouble because he’d simply not allow the Ferrari golden boy to touch her with a bargepole.

“If he does anything that you don’t like. Tell me.”

“You’ll be the first to know.” Y/n promises making him hum. “You know I can look out for myself.”

“You can. I can look out for you too.” Daniel smiles making her laugh. “So long as you are ever going to sit in the McLaren garage again.”

Daniel struggled through his 2022 season and while he never held it against Lando, he struggles with forgiving McLaren as a whole.

"Daniel, you're my brother. The only way I'm not going to be sitting here supporting you above and before anyone else is if you're not here. And you might remember even without a seat, you had me with you in the Red Bull garage." Y/n smiles softly before she settles back. "So...can you cope with this?"

"I guess I have to."

"That's good enough for me. Do. Not. Try to scare him away. First of all...I tried and it doesn't work. If anything I think it makes him more eager. But secondly, I don't want you too."

Y/n might not have any intentions of setting foot into the McLaren garage but that doesn't mean that Lando will be hiding anything after she send him a message letting him know that Daniel did in fact already know about them.

"Hey, baby." Lando smiles and it's almost unnatural for y/n to be greeted so kindly. "What?"

"Just...might take a bit of getting used to you being nice...probably going to take a while." Y/n hums before Lando smiles.

"Well, if you want to come to my driver's room."

"Given the way you're very giving...that's not much of a threat."

Lando rolls his eyes before holding her waist and kissing her softly which she smiles into.

"Hey! If you two are really going to make me know about it, at least save my eyes from burning!" Daniel exclaims making Max laugh loudly from beside him, clearly the the two of them.

"You wouldn't want to think about what we might be getting up to when we're not in public!" Lando shouts back, not having any fear over Daniel which only sends Max into hysterics while y/n groans. "Just had to burn that into your mind since we've already burned your eyes."

Daniel seems to decide against knocking out some of Lando's teeth and marches off, seemingly having decided to not to get into a fight on day one.

"Wow, you and your brother are pretty easy to overpower."

"Don't get cocky. He's letting you off easy."

"Yeah, I'm sure you told yourself you were letting me off easy when you had bruised tonsils."

"I hate you."

"I have to call you out on that bullshit." Lando shrugs then grinning as he kisses her again. "Now come on, I do really want to get you to my driver's room and do something that stops you from looking your brother in the eye for a couple days."

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p0ckykiss · 6 months

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five ways to say "i love you" - jeonghan

summary - how jeonghan shows his love to you, through all five love languages

-> sick y/n, worried jeonghan, fluff, established relationship, soft jeonghan!!!!, whipped jeonghan

seasonal depression is a real thing. at least, according to you it is. personally, jeonghan had never experienced it. its entire premise just didn't really make sense, is all. watching the leaves change colors and fall was beautiful, and when winter rolled around the corner, so did the holidays and days off. if anything, wasn't that a reason to be happier?

a sneeze interrupts his train of thought, and jeonghan feels a pang in his chest at the sight.

it's officially been three days with you being flu-struck, and you both hoped it would've gotten better by now, but if anything it only seemed to have gotten worse. the time reads a quarter past two, and jeonghan can't help but sigh.

you've been stuck on the couch since noon, curled up in your warmest blanket trying to watch the latest sitcom episode. your drowsiness is palpable, and every time you reach for a tissue to blow your nose, jeonghan flinches.

if seasonal depression corresponded with your well-being, then maybe jeonghan relates to it more than he thinks. and though jeonghan is chock-full of sympathy, his urgency to comfort you proves stronger.

and so jeonghan begins to rack his brain for different methods to make you feel better. and somehow his memories digress to the day you both took the love language test, even before you started dating. much to his embarrassment, jeonghan doesn't actually remember what your love language is, and he's way too prideful to ask. luckily, the nostalgia ends with the spark of a lightbulb, and jeonghan smiles. he knows exactly what to do.

—

the quest to rediscover your love language begins with the first type: words of affirmation.

slowly, jeonghan saunters over to you, trailing his fingertips over the leather of the couch, then over the fabric of the blanket, gently and gradually, until they find their way to your shoulder, and jeonghan leans down so you're promptly face to face. the quiet chatter from the TV fills up empty space, but it's not enough to force jeonghan to speak loudly. so he doesn't. instead, he inches ever so closer, until he can make out every beauty mark on your face, and he breathes, hardly above a whisper, "you're so beautiful."

in an attempt to play the compliment off, you merely roll your eyes. you blame your illness, though, when you can't contain the slightest inklings of a smile forming, nor the red flush that threatens to overtake your cheeks. you pair a gentle slap against jeonghan's arm with the statement, "i look like shit," and the accusation, "you're just saying that to make me feel better."

if it was even possible, jeonghan moves in closer, propping one hand on the couch arm for support so he could lift his other hand to rest perfectly under your chin. jeonghan swipes his thumb over your skin, hot to the touch, but he can't tell if it's from a blush or from the fever. "you might be right," jeonghan concedes, humming as he takes in every detail of your current state—rosy nose, puffy eyes, dry skin, messy hair—and yet jeonghan can't seem to find any flaws. inspection complete, jeonghan searches for the one thing he knows he can find. ever so faintly, glimmers dance in your eyes, and when jeonghan catches them with his own, like he's done before a million times, he repeats himself. "you might be right. i could just be saying that to make you feel better." jeonghan tucks one of many stray hairs behind your ear before reaching down to cup your hands together, "but that doesn't make it any less true."

and jeonghan can see it, can physically see it, how all of your insecurities instantly crumble, like a house of cards collapsing upon itself, melting away to make room for new walls, sturdier this time, built from affirmations and confidence and care.

a verbal response isn't required. all you do is smile, subtly, so that your lips barely curve up, and you close your eyes. but even this speaks volumes, because it's your cue of absorbing all the good things around you, no matter how small. it's also jeonghan's cue to add one final speck of positivity to your realm with a sweet kiss to your forehead, before he takes his leave to give you your much-needed space.

—

mindless chatter continues to emit from the TV, and when jeonghan peers into the living room, he spots you tucked away in your same spot on the couch, only this time your head rested lower and your mouth hung open, blissfully asleep and temporarily free from the virus that ailed you.

jeonghan is quick to shimmy on his coat. braving the bite of winter air, it was time to do some shopping for part two, giving gifts, in his mission to determine your love language.

months of taking extra shifts, saving up, determined observations, and heavy research all culminated into this one moment. he was battling not one, but two, life-or-death decisions. the first was to pick which gaming console to buy, and the second was to pick which game to correctly pair with said console. his dedication to this plan, despite being executed weeks before the planned date, does not fail him, and fifteen minutes later jeonghan is walking back into your home as if nothing even happened.

luckily, you are still asleep, which gives jeonghan enough time to wrap up (literally) this phase of the journey and get a head start on the next: acts of services.

—

about a million things fly through jeonghan's head when he watches you ease out of your slumber, the most prominent thought being how adorable you look, but the most important thought being how sick you still must feel, and how it's engraved in jeonghan's soul to fend off your demons.

unable to contain his excitement, jeonghan approaches you with his arms tucked behind his back, very conspicuously hiding something. you don't even get the chance to sit up before jepnghan kneels beside you, looking up with the largest pair of star-filled eyes.

jeonghan brings both hands forward, so the two presents display themselves proudly between you. "i was going to wait until christmas," he shuffles the gifts into your arms, "but i can't stand seeing you like this." jeonghan balls his fists into his lap to prevent himself from tearing away at the wrappings himself. "i hope you like it."

piece by piece, bits of red and green foil fall to the floor. no amount of congestion or itchiness in your throat could suppress the yelp that burst from your voice. "jeonghan," you begin, but the growing lump of emotion in your chest was making it damn near impossible to finish your sentence. "you really didn't have to."

jeonghan beams. "yes i did. i know how much you miss your old switch."

"you mean the one i threw out the window because i couldn't pass that one stupid level of super mario?"

it's clear that you are very unfond of the memory, but jeonghan simply finds it all the more endearing. "that's the one."

the grin on jeonghan's face has yet to falter, and suddenly the swells of appreciation that lap at your heart transform into guilt. you imagine all the sacrifices jeonghan must have made in order to afford this, all the late shifts he had to seek out, just to buy you a replacement for something you broke in the first place. you swallow a lump of equal parts of exasperation and admiration down your throat, ready to air out further protest because you really don't deserve this, and you sure as hell don't deserve jeonghan.

and jeonghan can imagine all of your internal turmoil, of course he can, which gives him all the more reason to assure you that you do, in fact, deserve the entire world. it's also happily up to jeonghan to deliver it to you. one warm hand placed on your cold ones and a couple of soothing circles rubbed atop of them later, and jeonghan has effectively drawn you out of your own bubble.

"whatever you're worrying about," jeonghan exhales, "don't." when jeonghan senses the tension releasing from your body, he drives his point across with a home run. "plus," he nods at the game he bought to accompany the console, mario kart 8, "we can play together this time, too."

there's no reason to argue, you conclude, especially not against jeonghan. a deep breath resets your mentality, and you try your best to return to your usual self, biting back a smile. "you know I won't go easy on you, right?"

"oh please," jeonghan ruffles your already messy hair, "in your condition, you'll be begging me to go easy on you."

frowning, you take a moment to envision this unlikely scenario. unwilling to even entertain the possibility of losing to jeonghan, you dodge the challenge altogether. "how about we play another time," you mutter.

and at that, jeonghan jumps to his feet, grabbing the switch and the game in one fell swoop. "i knew you were gonna say that," he giggles, "which is why I prepared something else."

after quickly shooting a prayer to whatever gods were out there, you tentatively say, "please don't tell me you got another ridiculously expensive gift. this is more than enough." you're more than enough, you want to add, but don't.

jeonghan all but skips to the kitchen. "i wouldn't exactly call this a gift." a painfully slow thirty seconds pass until he returns to the couch in the living room, to you, carefully balancing a plate of various desserts in one hand, and cradling what appeared to be a lighter in the other.

you squint, double checking if you were actually seeing what you thought you were seeing. "what exactly would you call it, then?"

figuring that calling it an act of service would be much too blatant, jeonghan settles on "lunch."

"lunch?" you eye the plate, definitively making out two chocolate bars, a sleeve of graham crackers, and a bundle of marshmallows.

once his rendition of a charcuterie board is secure on the coffee table, jeonghan maneuvers his way onto the couch and under the blanket, shoulder to shoulder with you one and only. "you haven't eaten all day. and i know you probably don't want to eat a proper meal," jeonghan gestures at their awaiting food, "but I also know you crave sweets when you're sick."

it should be second nature by now, really, with how many times jeonghan so casually demonstrates just how well he knows you, maybe even more than you knows yourself. but jeonghan leaves you in awe every time, regardless.

s'mores are your designated comfort food. the entire process is just so enjoyable, from prepping the ingredients and assembling the structure, to trying to eat the whole thing in one bite lest the remnants ooze out the sides. and so you both do just that.

lacking anything close to a fireplace or a firepit, you roast marshmallows skewered with chopsticks above the dim flame from the lighter. as per the laws of physics (or something like that), the first marshmallow never goes well, and you both end up with a big black burnt chunk of goo. you effectively hurl yours in the trash, but jeonghan dares to take a nibble off his own. he learns that curiosity does, in fact, kill the cat, and jeonghan scrambles to wash out that terrible ashy aftertaste on his tongue. then he hears the faint sound of you snorting, and he concludes that it was worth it.

you tackle the issue of melting the chocolate next, but it's jeonghan who requests to handle this part because he doesn't want to risk you getting burnt.

and so you watch as jeonghan carefully heats the chocolate piece by piece over the fire. and you note all of jeonghan's habits you've picked up on over the years. how jeonghan's tongue peaks out from the corner of his mouth when he's super concentrated, how he furrows his brows when he tries to see better, how he forgets to blink when there's one specific thing on his mind. and you feel yourself likewise melting like the chocolate, because even to this day, you still can't fathom how you were so lucky to have jeonghan to call yours.

"i hope you're hungry," jeonghan announces, grinning ear to ear.

you reciprocate the expression. it's assembly time.

you make a mess. it was inevitable, honestly. there was only so much precaution to be taken from your comfy position on the couch, legs and feet all tangled up in each other. and you wouldn't have it any other way.

laughter outshines any noise from the long-forgotten sitcom playing on the TV. each bounce of your shoulder from an accompanying chuckle is followed by the blanket sliding down, just a bit. jeonghan tries to be slick when he drapes his arm around you, a front to make sure he can pull the blanket back up every time it threatens to slip. but this is you. you, who notice everything that jeonghan does for you. you, who's grateful for all of it. you, who don't think you can love jeonghan any more than you already do.

—

an impromptu nap is essential for their post-s'more recovery. the last two love languages, physical touch and quality time, are much harder to gauge. considering jeonghan's affection is usually on full display 24/7 and the fact that he counts his entire lifespan with you as quality time, he can only hope you treasure your moments together as much as he does. and honestly, at this point, jeonghan is much too tired to care about his quest to uncover your love language. the only mission on his mind is to get you as close as possible, and so he seeks to accomplish just that.

pulling you into his arms, you both slump onto your sides, feet dangling off the edge of the couch, hands wrapped around shoulders and backs, and eyes locked unwavering onto the other's. jeonghan slips his bicep under your neck, fashioning a faux pillow, and rests your head against his chest, just above his beating heart.

you squirm in a weak attempt to create some distance between you. (you're not successful.) "i'm gonna get you sick."

jeonghan only snuggles closer. "i don't care," emphasizing his point with a chaste kiss upon your forehead, and then, oh so gently, on your nose, both cheeks, and finally, still ever so softly, on your lips.

you've both long since outgrown the butterflies in your stomachs. what used to elicit sparks of electricity at every touch now resound in echoes of warmth. and lying here, in jeonghan's embrace, in jeonghan's comfort, in jeonghan's life, you feel so safe. you'd spend eternity with jeonghan if you could, but right now, when the passage of time has all but stopped as you continue to hold each other in your own beautiful world, what you have right now is all you want.

—

you both wake up as you were, still entangled in each other's body, each other's affection, each other's hearts.

you let yourself drown in the serenity that was jeonghan before you ask the question that's been tickling the back of your mind the whole day. "what was up with you today? you were oddly kind, even more so than you usually are."

an instant flush of red rises upon jeonghan's cheeks, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think jeonghan was the sick one, not you. "this is gonna sound stupid," jeonghan says.

and to that, your first instinct is to reach for jeonghan's hand and intertwine your fingers, still perfectly warm under the blanket. "nothing you say is ever stupid." it's true. on a scale of endearing to adorable, never once have you thought jeonghan resembled anything close to the word stupid.

jeonghan bites his lip, as he confesses, "i hated seeing how miserable you were, and i wanted to cheer you up, but i forgot what your love language is, so i thought i'd do one of each to see which one you like the most, but you were equally receptive to all of them, and i feel dumb for not knowing what means the most to you."

when you don't immediately respond, jeonghan sighs and chides himself. "i told you, it's stupid."

but you just laugh, sporting a grin so wide your eyes turn into mini crescent moons. "yoon jeonghan, you're ridiculous in the best way possible." you unlace your finger in favor of cupping your palm around jeonghan's cheek, still blazing from embarrassment. "did you know that?"

jeonghan flits his gaze downwards, uncharacteristically shy towards the one person he's bared his entire soul to. "could you still remind me what your love language is?" he sheepishly requests, adding on, "just for future reference."

you just smile, and you hope your words are enough to convey the intensity of the way your whole body swells with an undeniable warmth every time jeonghan does anything. "as long as it's with you," you use your thumb to tilt jeonghan's head back up, ensuring he can see just how sincere you are when you say, "i love it all just the same." and then you lean in, breaths already mingling, lips centimeters from meeting, hearts seconds from colliding, when you whisper, "i love you all just the same."

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softlyspector · 1 year

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“Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting” with Din except instead of shirt sleeves he’s removing pieces of his armor?

That's terribly distracting. + Din Djarin

warnings: very lightly nsfw-ish toward the end

You aren't really paying Din much mind.

He's moving around the hull of the Crest with practiced efficiency like he always does. You stay curled where you are, patiently waiting for him to finish up so you might go up to the cockpit together.

You want to watch the stars. It helps keep the baby asleep, and even if Din didn't admit it to you, you know he loves to watch them too.

It's when something thuds that you look up.

He's facing away from you, slowly and methodically removing his armor. The muscle of the broad plains of his back twists as he shifts to remove different pieces of beskar.

It's so strange, so completely odd and out of the ordinary, that you freeze.

You watch with a dry mouth until the last piece of beskar is removed, aside from his helmet.

He's never removed his armor in front of you, though you have seen him without it before. You have never gotten to watch the process, never seen him so openly remove it.

His gloves are peeled off next, then his boots.

You start to wonder how far this might go and decide to speak up. "That's terribly distracting, you know," you say from your place curled atop some stacked crates as you switch off the datapad in your hands. "Incredibly distracting."

Din just chuckles, the sound breathy and low. It shivers straight down into your gut, breaks apart the lining of your heart.

You straighten and drop your legs, leaning back against the ship's wall instead.

He turns and approaches you slowly, every step deliberate and well taken, only stopping when he's between your parted thighs.

His hands, warm and broad, anchor on your thighs. "It's a sign of trust," he tells you without preamble. "Common among my people."

You make an indignant noise as his hands slide to your waist. "You only trust me now?"

"No," he tilts his head at you, "but I know how distracted you can get." The low breathy tone of his voice sends sparks skittering over your skin.

You narrow your eyes, "Are you...teasing me?"

He doesn't answer, pressing his brow to yours instead, the helm cool against your skin. "Thank you for this sign of trust," you say. "I do stand by the opinion that it's distracting."

"I can keep it on-,"

"No," you answer, too quickly, tightening your grip on him.

He chuckles again, hands still heavy on your hips.

You're not exactly sure what the dynamics of Mandalorian courting, or dating even, are. But you're fairly sure you've graduated to some intense inner circle. Not quite a part of the little clan, but somewhere close.

Hesitantly, you press your hands over his forearms, firm and muscled beneath your touch. "No, that's alright," you whisper, watching the dark visor as you slide your hands up to his elbows and sweep your thumbs against the delicate bone there.

His hands drift back, circling your waist and tugging you into him.

Din's shoulder is soft when you lower your head there, the space between his shoulder and edge of the helm even more so. He smells like soap, like the oil he uses on his armor.

One hand trails up your back slowly, tapping, counting the edges of your vertebrae. The other leaves your back, and you automatically close your eyes. The hiss of the helmet comes, quiet in the silence of space.

He tilts your face back with one hand cupped against your jaw.

The familiar embarrassment creeps up, of having his gaze so firmly and nakedly locked on you, without you being able to look back, without being able to read the look in his eyes.

You'd love to know the shade of them at the very least.

"Mesh'la," his whispers and your skin prickles with delight. His hair tickles your forehead when he leans in. It feels light against your skin, like feathers caressing you.

You reach up and press your hands over his cheek, trying to map his face without seeing him. Din just sighs, because he knows what you're trying to do. But the sound isn't irritated, just resigned and vaguely amused.

"I bet you're pretty too," you tease.

He huffs. "Pretty. I'm not calling you pretty." The bristle of his facial hair tugs at your skin, lips drifting across your cheek. "Mesh'la is more than that. It means beautiful."

"Me'ven? Really?" You ask, feigning disbelief.

"Clever," he remarks dryly. "This is what I get for teaching you Mando'a."

You don't get a chance to respond.

Din kisses you, both hands cupping your face.

And you can't complain about that, drawing your hands up to his shoulders and then through his hair. The locks are soft around your fingers, longer than it usually is.

His tongue slips into your mouth, hands drifting down your back to your waist. He tugs you closer, his hips lazily thrusting against you. The press of him heavy against your center, and you tighten your fingers on his hair.

Din wasn't always so confident with you, too closed up and closed off and far away for moments like this, to even consider touching you like this. But he's familiar to you now, you've been with him for so long and in so many ways.

He breaks away from your mouth with a gasp, burying his face against your shoulder.

"Riduur," he murmurs against your skin.

You cup a hand against the back of his neck. "Well," you say, hooking a foot against the back of his thigh to keep him pressed against you. "There's a word I don't know."

Din doesn't answer, strangely silent where he was usually forthcoming in telling you what Mando'a words meant.

He mumbles something else unintelligible into your skin and you decide to let it go, distracted by the feel of him between your legs, and his bare hand fitting itself beneath your shirt, his skin hot without the gloves.

Translations:

Mesh'la - beautiful

Me'ven? - What? Expression of bewilderment or disbelief

Riduur - spouse, partner, wife, husband

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Whole orange cake with sumac and pink peppercorn

This moist, flavorful cake is inspired by Sicilian torta all’arancia (orange cake) and Moroccan مَسْكُوتة‎ ("maskūta"). There is no peeling, zesting, or juicing of oranges required; oranges are added whole, and lend the citrus oils in their peels, the sweetness and flavor of their juice, and the tenderness of their pulp to the final cake.

Maskouta is a wheat-flour-based cake that often comes in orange or yoghurt varieties—this recipe combines both versions. The addition of yoghurt makes the cake incredibly tender, and adds a smooth tartness that perfectly balances the brightness, robustness, and slight bitterness of the citrus oils that infuse the cake. Cardamom and orange blossom water, both occasional additions in Moroccan orange cakes, add delicate aromatics that further round out the flavor of the cake; sumac and pink peppercorn add a sour, fizzling touch that draws the brightness of the orange to a head at the front of the palate.

Recipe under the cut!

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Ingredients:

2 whole organic oranges

1 3/4 cup (210g) flour

1 1/2 tsp sumac

3/4 tsp pink peppercorn

6 green cardamom pods

1 tsp baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp kosher salt

2 tsp orange blossom water

3 Tbsp olive oil

1/3 cup non-dairy yoghurt

1/2 cup non-dairy margarine, softened

1 cup vegetarian granulated sugar

Sicilian and Moroccan orange cakes do not usually include butter; however, I find that a creaming method, which incorporates air into a solid fat such as margarine, helps replace some of the leavening power of whipped eggs.

Instructions:

1. Scrub oranges thoroughly. Submerge them in cool water (weighing them down with a plate) and soak overnight.

This step removes some of the bitterness of the orange peels. If you don't have time for soaking, or if you very much dislike any amount of bitterness in sweets, zest the oranges by taking off just the orange layer of the peel with a microplane or vegetable peeler; set zest aside. Remove as much of the white pith as you can and discard. Use the zest and the peeled orange slices in place of the whole oranges.

2. Remove oranges from water. Blend them, along with orange blossom water, until homogenous. The mixture does not need to be completely liquid.

3. Toast cardamom pods and pink peppercorns in a dry skillet on medium heat until fragrant. Grind in a spice mill, or with a mortar and pestle. Combine dry ingredients (spices, flour, salt, baking powder, and baking soda) in a mixing bowl.

3. Cream margarine in a large mixing bowl with an electric hand mixer for 30 seconds, until fluffy. Add sugar and cream for 2 minutes, until aerated.

3. Gradually add pulverized oranges and fold in. Add olive oil and yoghurt and fold to combine.

4. Slowly add dry ingredients and gently fold until combined. You should get a fairly thick batter.

5. Prepare a 9" x 13" (about 22 x 33 cm) glass cake pan with oil or margarine. Pour in batter and flatten with a rubber spatula.

6. Bake in the bottom of an oven at 350 °F (175 °C) for 50 minutes, or until a toothpick entered into the center of the cake comes out clean.

7. Once cake has cooled, cut into slices and arrange as desired. Top with powdered sugar.

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punkpandapatrixk · 4 months

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Full Cold Moon in Cancer ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Happy New Year~!🍀It’s January already but, gosh, aren’t we all still preparing for the spring equinox this year🍓That’s when the real new year begins, aenergetically~🎍

The Full Cold Moon on 26th December carried a theme surrounding Home and Hearth. It touches on our IC (Imum Coeli) and 4th House in our natal chart. The IC tells us who we are when no one’s watching, and after we become super clear about that, it helps us realise what kinds of company are legitimately good for our sense of belonging in this mortal world.

Your IC can literally shed light unto the reasons you feel alone and separated from the people around. The Full Cold Moon in Cancer—ruler of the 4th House—invites us to take a look at our sense of familyship whilst being incarnate on Earth.

People on this Planet have been struggling with an immense sense of loneliness since the introduction of social media; isn’t that strange? How is it that the more people we’re able to connect with the more miserable we feel on the inside? Well, isn’t it clear that social media has helped us become more aware of what’s truly FAKE when it comes to human connections?💍

Our IC deeply craves real familial connections. Moving forward, wouldn’t you rather entertain soul-based friendships that really care about your wellbeing as a Human being? This Cold Full Moon in Cancer, you’re invited to once again die to everything and everyone that doesn’t make you feel seen, heard, respected, or wanted👻

Fake connections, whether online or offline, can go fuck ‘emselves🥢

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Pile 1 – The Choice to be Free Has Always Been Yours to Make

i d e n t i t y – Knight of Pentacles

Others may think you are mad, but you of all people know there is method to your madness. More than everybody else gives you credit for, you’re actually somebody who’s very strategizing. You are careful with your plans and you think very many things through before you execute your plan. Others simply do not understand this mechanism in your brain because you’re quite unique, quite unorthodox even. This Full Cold Moon, you are invited to ponder if the source of your misery is actually other people’s beliefs about you rather than your actual incapability.

Just because you’re following a strange path of your own doesn’t mean you’re doing something wrong. Weirdos throughout history have changed societies for the better. We should all be thankful to weirdos—and especially, WITCHES. Did you know that WAY TOO MANY of our advances in science and medicine were actually done by witches? They burnt and hanged the witches and took credit for all of their hard work. Tsk tsk tsk… I raise my cup to all y’all witches who’s working to blast open new pathways for the rest of Mankind🍸Keep doing you. Keep going because spring will surprise you with loads of delights~🍬

s e r e n i t y – Queen of Pentacles Rx

You’re a helpful soul, that much is apparent. But you’ve got to learn some discernment so that you don’t get taken advantage of very easily. What the Queen of Pentacles in reverse is trying to show you is that, unfortunately, too many people in this world don’t even deserve to be helped. Not by you, at least. Unless you’re getting paid for rehabbing messed up people, let them deal with their own mess and grow up from it. Ultimately the Queen of Pentacles Rx is cautioning you against letting messed up people in your inner circle because these types of people are gonna bring their mess into your Life.

You get to decide, with your skilled discernment, who’s worth helping, fighting for; who’s worth keeping because they give you just as much affection. If, in order to keep serenity in your world you must look like a stingy bitch, let it be. Be selective with who you give your time and money to. Make sure you aren’t sucked dry of spiritual aenergy yourself. Your Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides are saying, this whole winter you’ve got shit to manifest—big, big shit. Preserve your precious aenergy so you can manifest real, long-lasting results~!🌳

f a m i l y – 8 of Cups Rx

Having said all of that, this card is saying: don’t easily walk away from things and endeavours that you know from deep within your heart matter. I think you’re so dreamy and floaty that you could have a hard time being realistic when it comes to the physical manifestation of your real desires. You could think, since they’re unrealistic, you might as well give up and choose to focus on other more pragmatic pursuits. If you must leave, leave the people and environments that don’t support your heart’s desires—don’t leave the desires and end up becoming very unhappy with yourself! After all, with your already methodical mind, you actually have all the power in you to bridge your dreams to Reality.

That’s why, honey, the freedom to be free has always been in your mind. Now you’ve just got to make the right decision—what kind of freedom is real freedom to you? The freedom to choose to kowtow to societal expectations or the freedom to walk your own path no matter how lonely (at first)?

‘If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.’ – Frank Zappa

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Pile 2 – Art and Romanticism Have Always Been an Important Part of Your Heart

i d e n t i t y – 9 of Cups

You have many dreams, but if there’s one thing, you’ve always dreamt to be independent, doing your dreamy things in your dreamy space. I think you’re the kind of person who’d be considered a quiet eccentric. You have many interests and hobbies, and you’re quite sensitive about having your me-time uninterrupted. I think you could erupt if someone walks in on your serious activity and startle you or if someone in your family tells you to go and do something in the middle of your reading. That kinda vibe. You’re quite a loner, actually. You’re super weird tho XD Do you maybe identify as an autistic kid, fam?

Anyway, please know that this Full Cold Moon is inviting you to ponder more deeply about your place amongst Humans. I have a feeling you don’t really like Humans or at least, you find human interactions absolutely exhausting, for the most part. If you know this blog, you know already how much I prize individuality and being alone if it means peace of mind and faster manifestations LOL BUTT!! In this reading, I’m getting that many of you may want to ponder yet again how you interact with people, especially those closest to you because sometimes, there really are people who care about your wellbeing more than you realise.

s e r e n i t y – 10 of Cups Rx

Many of you choosing this Pile probably haven’t got a nice family background. Of course, there are a million scenarios for each person but for the most part, I sense that you’ve felt familial connections to be emotionally unsatisfying. That’s why you seek emotional fulfilment in this multitude of hobbies and interests. Clearly you’re a very intelligent person, that much I’d like to iterate. And so, this reading seeks to validate your feelings about your eccentricity.

Art and all those dramatic things have always been integral to your sense of identity. I really think you should indulge, as long as whatever dramatic things you enjoy aren’t detrimental to your mental or physical wellbeing. If you happen to be the type that’s already doing detrimental things in your pursuit of an emotional high, this card is suggesting you pause breathe and eat before you go after another round of pursuing that high.

f a m i l y – Page of Cups Rx

When you’re pausing, you can cry. Accepting our emotions and acknowledging that they make us Human usually comes with a sense of grieving for all the ways we’ve thought ourselves as being in the wrong. There’s not a thing fundamentally wrong with you, it’s the people around you that have made you feel like you can’t communicate with them with striking vulnerability. And if these experiences have caused you to bear a lot of dark thoughts or negative emotions, I’d like you to know it happens to the best of us.

You could literally turn your pains into art, if anything. If you’ve chosen this Pile as your main pile, know that the pain you’ve experienced through human connections could be turned into art and that your Art has the capacity to heal those who come into contact with its backstory. And this, totally will have a significant place on the world stage because, as you can see, human interactions in recent years have gotten weirder and weirder in some capacity. So many people are hurting from getting disappointed by the…government and celebrities? LOL

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Pile 3 – Princess Kaguya, Is That You?

i d e n t i t y – 2 of Cups Rx

At the core of your being, you’ve always been different in that your heart is a lot purer, your morality is criminally significantly higher, you’re compassionate and can empathise with people on a level that’s beyond the comprehension of most others. The way you’ve experienced this Human Reality is incomparable to what most others have known. Basically, you’re an alien! And that’s an incredibly modest thing to say about you.

What you genuinely wish to see manifest in this world is vastly more high-vibrational than most people would even care to think about. I hope you accept that you are genuinely such a good person when you’re in your best element. What’s really difficult to maintain is your faith in people, for the most part, because you haven’t really met anyone who’s capable of giving their heart to you as deeply as you’ve given yours. This whole experience has broken your spirit and faith in a lot of things.

s e r e n i t y – 9 of Pentacles

And thus, you’ve carved out a Life of your own, quite separate from most people you’ve ever known. I’m sure you’ve burnt a lot of bridges up until just recently, and I sense, many of you simply know there’s still a few more to burn going forward. This is your confirmation that you’ve done the right thing. In this Human world, too many people buy into the idea that to be good is to be social; but you’ve experienced firsthand that that’s often not the case. You know firsthand that many people’s demons get activated by some weird connections to other people’s demons. And you don’t like that.

So you made a decision to walk away from most aspects of social life and worked your butt off to polish your skills. Some of you have spent many years studying; some of you have spent very many months working on a glow-up; some of you have deepened your spiritual prowess and connected to higher realms; basically, you’ve died and become a ghost… Springtime will bring you the resurrection you deserve, bitch!🎍

f a m i l y – King of Cups

About your Soul Fam though, I feel that travel is highly indicated for you. Some of you, you could be meeting a Soul Fam member during travels, but for the majority of you, this aenergy is giving the idea that you’re literally meant to travel the world or live abroad, perhaps even for the rest of your lives. Highly advanced souls can often have a narrative in which they’re expected to die on a land different from the one they were born into. So, if you’ve been thinking of moving to a different country or state, this is your confirmation that it is indeed part of your soul scenario.

Thanks to modern travel, it’s so easy for highly advanced souls to connect with their true Family members from different countries and that’s something we’re glad about LOL If you’ve ever wondered whether you’re going to die alone and sad, that’s totally not the case. If anything, you have so many Soul Fam members who are going to be just as highly spiritual, profoundly dreamy and vastly empathetic as you are. You’re going to be very glad when the time comes for Soul Families to reunite in the upcoming couple of years~ YAY~!

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florence-nomachine · 4 months

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Hi!

Idk if ur doing requests and if not just ignore this however if u r I have an idea for Lillard! William Afton.

Choking perhaps? It's fine if ur uncomfortable with that and u don't wanna do it I'd completely understand.

If u don't want to just ignore this.

Hope u have a great day!

A/N: Hi Anon, thank you for being so respectful of my boundaries regarding what I write!! <3 Even though I’ve never written about it before, I’m fine with it - This is my first time so I’m not sure how good it is :)

WARNING: This is a drabble all about choking. Bondage/BDSM elements are mentioned also. 18+ only, and read at your own discretion.

To say that William Afton had an asphyxiation kink was an understatement. He’d always prided himself on his hands; they’d created, destroyed…Even put back together again. Each unique callous told a story, a story of how he’d risen to ‘power’ and slowly, but surely drowned in his own narcissism, quite literally making himself untouchable. Like any man, he liked power, and his hands were just one way of maintaining that.

The second method was through his cables. You didn’t really know what they were - likely ones that helped jumpstart the electricity in the pizzeria, or to start the engine of his car - but he just so happened to carry them ‘everywhere’. When he was feeling particularly frisky he used them to tie you down; whether that was to the medical table at the pizzeria, or to the headboard at his house, but there had been a couple of times where he’d inadvertently secured it around your neck; the heavy material weighing on your windpipe as he fucked you. Even though that’d turned him on, nothing ever beat his hands.

Sometimes you forgot how strong he was.

It had all just started with a simple kiss - You were hunched over your desk and he’d come in, large hands running across your shoulders before he angled your neck up towards him, lips meeting yours. His grip was not yet crushing, but secure, just enough for you to remember who you belonged to.

Breathless, you parted your lips to allow his tongue to explore your mouth. He loomed over you, weight slowly coming down upon your body as his knees buckled and grip tightened on the base of your neck, pinching the skin between his thumb and index finger, humming at your tiny whimpers.

He was in one of ‘those’ moods.

Momentarily, he pulled away. There was a dark gleam in his usually bright eyes that told you everything, brows furrowed slightly in a sneer. He needn’t say much - if anything - and you instinctively pulled down your pants, your heart pounding in your chest as the clothes jumbled around your thighs and ankles in your panicked haste. He smirked, unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper at the sight of you being so obedient; all for him. He’d trained you so well.

In a swift motion you were up against the wall, your heaving chest pressed against his own, feeling the stark contrast between his hard cock on your thighs and the soft skin of his stomach. William - or Steve, as you’d initially known him - was a weird mixture of ‘soft’ and ‘hard’, his emotions and personality seemingly changing on a dime. As regretfully as it was, you happened to enjoy his harder, rougher parts and edges much more.

As he used one hand to line himself up at his entrance, he used the other to cup your cheek, absorbing your features in the dim lighting of the room. He chuckled at your laboured breaths as he dragged his hand down your skin, thumb brushing over your lips as he felt your hot breath on his fingertips, breath that would soon become uncontrolled and desperate - loud and wanting. He wanted to fucking destroy you.

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that? Do you know how dangerous that is for a guy like me?”

Your eyes widened, and you managed to whisper a breathy ‘Yes’, your mouth dry from the anticipation. He thrust into you, and the stretching, yet fulfilling sensation was cancelled out by the feeling of his hands gripping your cheeks, smooshing your lips together. Slowly, this grip moved down your jaw, holding it in place as he watched your eyes switch between widening and fluttering half shut like the desperate whore you were. He snarled as he moved down to your neck, practically holding you in place against the wall as his hips collided against your own. The way he looked at you was one almost of disgust; perhaps pity, even, and it only aroused the two of you further. William was a bad man. A very bad man. He could kill you.

Then why did you moan?

His grasp on your neck was unrelenting, the large spread of his hands meaning that he was simultaneously pressing on your larynx and trachea, causing a painfully delightful winding sensation. It felt like you were being dropped from the stratosphere, except the happiness from the feeling of flight was instead from the overstimulation of the room around you - from the sound of William’s rugged grunts to the fluid, pulsing motions of his cock inside your hole, seemingly finding the deepest crevices.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “You’re getting so much better at this…”

You smiled as he choked you, clutching onto his hand that was around your neck as your way of showing appreciation. You felt your hyoid bone press flat against his palm, and your head began to loll against the wall, chin pointed in the air in pleasure. The squeezing sensation was now beginning to take over your torso; a tingling feeling spreading from across your cheeks, to your ears and up to your eyes, tears of ecstasy pooling in your ducts. The feeling even reached your stomach; jostling and tumbling with the signal of your impending orgasm.

“Let go…” William cooed in your ear, lips attacking the nape of your neck as he rutted into you. This was the moment he always loved, the time you were in a state of limbo from the present and your dreams, black and —

White.

You saw white.

William chuckled as you came around his cock, merciful enough to let his clutch on your neck go, allowing you to catch your breath as he continued to pleasure you - but more to finish himself off - revelling in the sight of your parted, wanting lips. With all the inventions that mankind, and even he himself could have developed, his hand was his favourite instrument.

You rode off from your high, and even through your sexed haze and heavy eyelids you could make out the man in front of you. Breathless, sweaty, and most importantly, smiling.

He was smiling.

William loved the feeling of power, and you were one of the few people who could give it to him so perfectly.

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the-witchhunter · 3 months

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Apples in Caramel Bourbon Sauce

Want a delicious dessert? Want to up your game? Why not both? This recipe once literally got me laid, it’s that damn good, so use at your own discretion

Or not, I’m not your mother

Ingredients:

2 apples (gala or honeycrisp recommended)

1/2 cup - 3/4 cup sugar (depend on size of apples and thus the amount of sauce needed)

4 tablespoons butter (I use salted, if using unsalted I recommend a pinch of salt on the final step)

“A splash” of bourbon (couple tablespoons to a 1/4 cup)

1) core and cut apples. Peeling is optional. Smaller pieces will cook faster so I prefer cutting into 1/8 slices and cutting those slices I half, but theoretically you could just cut the apples in half. Just make them roughly the same size

2) have all your ingredients on hand. Seems silly to make this its own step? If you have to hunt down during the next step you risk burning and starting it over. Just have your stuff ready

3) in a dry frying pan, add sugar and heat on medium. DO NOT WALK AWAY! Heat until sugar is melted and caramelized. It’ll start to darken and at this stage it can go from perfect to burnt very quickly. Stir with wooden spoon if needed to prevent burning but it’ll likely clump. Just break up clumps and it’ll melt when it’s hot enough.

4) add the butter and stir to combine. At this point it’s a very rudimentary caramel sauce.

5) add apple. It’ll likely seem too thick and not coat the apples immediately but just let them cook, stirring occasionally until apples are tender. How long? Depends how big you made your apple chunks. Sauce will get thinner as it pulls out moisture from the apples

6) fish out cooked apples once tender and set aside

7) reduce sauce for a minute or two

8) add splash of bourbon (not from the bottle directly) and cook until harsh alcohol taste is cooked off

Serve by itself or the recommended method of over a scoop of vanilla ice cream, still warm

Makes 2-4 servings

#recipes #recipe #dessert #apples in caramel bourbon sauce #food #cooking #this is actually an original recipe #kinda #I significantly tweaked an Alton brown recipe that I can no longer find #called for spices and rum if I remember right #but this specific version was so good it’s the one I make

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doumadono · 5 months

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(Sinful Sunday)

Karaku with lactation Kink. Y/n has just recently given birth to his baby and complain about sore chest so Karaku offers to help her by sucking them. Obviously not in front of the baby who happily sleeping

SINFUL SUNDAY

You and Karaku have embarked on a journey of exploration together — venturing into desires mutually shared and fantasies that each of you yearned to try before your paths converged fully. Now, you've discovered a comfort in exploring these facets with each other.

For Karaku, a particular desire lingered in his mind — he harbored a keen interest in tasting breast milk directly from the source. Despite the challenges you faced in conceiving, the two of you found pleasure in dry nursing. The sensations brought forth by his skillful mouth and tongue were almost orgasmic for you, and your moans, in turn, stirred a powerful response from him, making his cock hard within seconds. This intense connection often led to a swift conclusion of the nursing session, yet neither of you voiced any complaints.

Your deep care for him extended into various aspects of your time together, but the act of breastfeeding remained elusive. The moments you shared never seemed enough to satisfy the yearning for the regular, daily suckling that both of you craved.

Then, as if a miracle unfolded, you discovered you were pregnant with Karaku's child. As your pregnancy progressed, a tangible transformation occurred — your breasts grew rounder and more substantial. Karaku, captivated by this change, couldn't divert his gaze from the captivating sight before him.

Following the successful delivery of your child, a process marked by the intricacies of labor that relied solely on the benevolence of Karaku's counterparts, considering you resided with demons outside any human village, your recovery spanned several days.

Upon commencing the nursing of your newborn, a welcome revelation unfolded — luckily, you encountered no impediments with lactation. Your breasts swelled with milk, providing a nourishing source of sustenance for your unique offspring, a blend of demon and human heritage.

One evening, after Karaku gently placed the baby into a meticulously crafted wooden crib, a creation Sekido graciously assisted him in preparing for the child, he found you nestled on a futon, tears streaming down your face. Concern laced his voice as he inquired, "What's troubling you, my love?"

"My chest… I mean, my breasts, they're incredibly swollen, and it's painful," you expressed, revealing the physical discomfort you were grappling with.

In that moment, Karaku swiftly discerned a method to alleviate your discomfort while simultaneously satisfying his deep-seated desire for the nourishing milk. "I can suck them for you, if you don't mind?" he proposed.

Responding with a wry smile, you remarked, "Somehow I knew you'd suggest that; I'm not even surprised. Okay, let's give it a shot."

You gradually unveiled the nightgown that adorned your form — a thoughtful gift from Aizetsu — exposing your breasts to the gaze of your beloved.

Karaku observed them intently before delicately cupping them in his rough, clawed hands, applying a gentle squeeze that evolved into a soothing massage.

Your response was evident — a moan, a blend of pleasure tinged with a hint of pain, escaped your parted lips.

Karaku grinned, continuing his skillful manipulation, while leaning down to trace the tip of his tongue around your aureolas. Each area received the precise amount of attention, heightening the sensations coursing through you.

With your hands finding their way into his hair, you engaged in a gentle massage of his scalp, deepening the connection between you and Karaku.

Karaku shifted his focus to your left nipple, encircling the bud with his lips, creating a subtle suction while simultaneously applying a gentle squeeze to your breast. The sweet, fluid essence spilled over his tongue, eliciting a reaction from him as a low growl of anticipation escaped his lips, and a noticeable twitch in his hakama pants revealed the impact of the intimate encounter.

Karaku continued to suckle, varying the pressure and squeezes on your tender breast, immersing himself in the act as if he were an infant seeking nourishment. The audible pop that followed marked the release of your bud from his mouth. "Damn, baby, your milk is exquisite. Every part of you is delectable, from toe to head!" he exclaimed.

Amused, you giggled and playfully urged him to indulge in your other breast, a request he readily fulfilled. His lips enveloped the bud, initiating another round of sucking. Simultaneously, his hand ventured down into his hakama pants, and you bit your lower lip witnessing him palm his dick within the confines of his clothing. Occasional grunts punctuated the air, and he would intermittently nibble on your nipple, each bite gentle enough not to cause any discomfort.

"Just like that," you encouraged, your fingers gently stroking his nape. "Holy shit, it feels so good, Karaku…"

He persisted until no more milk flowed into his mouth. With a final, fervent suck, a groan escaped him, and with blush covering your cheeks, you observed the formation of a damp stain in the center of his pants — an unmistakable testament to his climax.

A moan escaped your lips as you drew him into a passionate kiss. "You've really eased my discomfort, my love," you whispered, gazing up at him with a grateful smile. "Thank you. My breasts feel so much better now."

Karaku grinned, gently pinning you down onto the futon. "Well then, let me continue having some more fun with you, my sexy mommy."

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petermorwood · 7 months

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I COULD MURDER A CURRY... Well, at least commit a certain amount of violence on one.

In other words, I wanted something curry-ish the other day without taking much trouble over it, so I threw this together from what was in the cupboard, fridge and freezer.

(There was rather less than I expected. That's been fixed.)

When I discovered we had no lamb or chicken it ended up as unintended vegetarian, and can as easily become vegan; just leave out the ghee. If my result is anything to go by, all variations will taste great.

NB #1, there's no salt; the preserved lemon has plenty.

NB #2, metric measurements are correct, Imperial are approximate, but this whole recipe was pretty vague from start to finish, so wing it.

That's what I did. For instance, preserved lemon is Moroccan not Indian, yet it worked just fine.

Lemon and lime lentil curry

Ingredients

1 tablespoon ghee or coconut oil (I used a 50-50 combination)

2 onions peeled and chopped fine

2 tablespoon hot curry powder

1 tablespoon mild curry powder (or 1 hot / 2 mild if preferred)

6 cloves of garlic peeled and chopped fine

2 400g / 14oz tins chopped tomatoes in juice

1 400g / 14oz tin kidney beans, drained and rinsed

250 g / 1 cup red lentils

250 g / 1 cup each of red, green, and yellow peppers, sliced and coarsely chopped (optional; we had them in the freezer)

2 heaped tablespoons lime pickle, chopped fine (hot or mild as preferred; Patak brand is good. I used home-made hot)

2 heaped tablespoons preserved lemon, chopped fine (again, I used home-made) *

1 tablespoon garam masala

* If you can't source preserved lemons, use the zest and juice of at least one fresh lemon (two might be better). If you've only got bottled lemon juice, add 125ml / 1/2 cup of it when the tomatoes go in.

Method

Heat your preferred cooking fat in a pan (a wok is even better), add the chopped onions, and cook until soft and translucent. If desired, cook until starting to brown (this may take up to 45 minutes).

Push the onions to one side, allow the fat to flow into the centre of the pan, add the dry spices, combine well with the fat and cook for about five minutes.

Add the garlic and cook for a further five minutes.

Add the kidney beans and lentils to this mixture, stir well, add the peppers, lime pickle and preserved lemon, and stir again.

Add the chopped tomatoes, and one tomato-tin full of water. (Also add the lemon juice (and zest), if that's what you're using instead of preserved lemons.)

Stir well, turn the heat right down, cover, and simmer for about 30 to 45 minutes. (This is where I'd have added 2 cubed chicken breasts, if I'd had them).

Check occasionally to ensure nothing is sticking, adding a little water if required. Taste during this process, and adjust the seasoning. (Which means, if you're using fresh lemon or bottled lemon juice, this is when to add some salt.)

When the lentils are done (I like them a little al dente), sprinkle on 1 tablespoon garam masala, stir it in then serve.

Accompany with Basmati rice, or chapatis (flour tortillas / wraps will do just fine), or naan bread, or any combination of these. I did a mix of 1/3 brown Basmati / 2/3 white Basmati.

@dduane pointed out that what with the carbs, protein, dietary fibre etc., this is also quite healthy. That's an unexpected bonus for something I just thought was no trouble to make, tasted good...

And didn't involve committing even a minor felony, though a slice of apple tort to follow would have been nice... :->

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sanjoongie · 1 year

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Breed! Chapter 1

Abduction

ღPairing: Choi San x Reader (f) x Park Seonghwa ღGenre: smut with no plot ღAu: alien!teez, s2l, established relationship ღWord Count: 1,894 ღWarnings: voyeurism, exhibitionism, spanking, penetrative sex with no barrier, spit play, cum play, breeding kink, honorable mention to seonghwa's tongue, just dirty filth because my brain works in mysterious ways ღRated: 18+ MDNI ღDedication~ @songmingisthighs for the idea(thank you *sobs*) and @thelargefrye I look forward to what you write!!! & @mejuii @downtoamagicalland for being my ever-supporting beta readers

The room you were in was huge but void of anything except for the platform you were standing on. You’re not exactly sure what happened, per say. All you know is one minute you were desperately making out with San, straddling him with the driver’s seat reclined, and then next a flash of white and you were suddenly in this new location.

San stood with his arms thrown wide with you behind him. "What do you want from us?"

The alien that had abducted you looked just like any other human you could run into on the street. He was attractive, certainly, but just another human. He had assured you he wasn't.

"Breed," Seonghwa commanded.

You swallowed with a dry mouth. By the throbbing of your pussy, you knew you wanted to do exactly what Seonghwa wanted you to. "San." You pulled on his t-shirt, a fistful of the front of it.

"Babe," San answered you, sounding uncertain.

The alien stared from under his brow. "Show me how you breed," he insisted.

“Why don’t you watch porn then?” You said, desperately holding back the need to push your legs together.

Seonghwa’s lips pursed together, a minute detail of displeasure. “According to our research, porn is not an accurate representation of breeding. We have been sent here for the purpose of discovering why you continue to do so instead of a developed, more accurate method, like we do.” He tilted his head after his explanation. “Will you breed for me?”

San bit down on his lip. "Is this kinda hot or…?"

"Baby, it's really hot," You whispered back.

Fortunately for Seonghwa, both you and San were exhibitionists.

San turned in your grasp, hands cupping your head in between. "You're sure about this?"

You turned your head in San's hands to make eye contact with Seonghwa. "You'll watch?"

Seonghwa frowned in confusion. "That is the point."

You grinned and San mirrored your excitement. "Kiss me," you said.

You didn't have to say it twice. San's lips descended on yours and you whined into his mouth. Once his tongue started to play against yours, you moaned.

"Fuck," San broke the kiss just as fast as he started it, "Don't be making noises like that already!"

"Boobs next," You opened your eyes in suggestion.

San shook his head. "No ass."

You pursed your lips to the side and San's tongue played with the corner of his mouth. "Really?"

"Please, I'll make it worth your while, promise," San encouraged you.

"Fine!" You bent over and flicked your pleated skirt over your ass.

San bit down on his lower lip, drawing it out slowly along his teeth. "That's it, Babe, that's my girl."

San rubbed his ringed hands and then slapped your ass cheek. You winced as the initial pain soothed into tingles that were pleasurable. Then his hand came down on the other side and you whined again. San went for a third slap and you jolted forward with the force. "Baby," You said in warning.

"No, you would too if my ass jiggled like yours does, fuck," San swore again.

Seonghwa circled the platform you two were standing on. His eyes were never fixed to one place for long. You never knew if he was staring at you or staring at San more. You did notice that he was hard and pressed against his pants eagerly.

"Baby!" You shouted at San.

"Okay, okay," San relented.

He pulled himself out of his pants and helped you out of your underwear but kept your skirt on. San gripped his cock, and as he positioned himself behind you, he slapped his cock upwards to hit your clit. The impact made you cry out but you were soon moaning as he rubbed his dick head along your folds.

"How badly do you want it, babe?" San growled lowly behind you.

"San!" You whined, pushing your ass backwards, "Please!"

San built some spit up in his mouth and then let it drip from his mouth to his cock. "So desperate for my cock, hmmm?"

You reached around your body and spread your ass and pussy lips for San. "In me!" You whined again.

"Words, please," San insisted. And when you whined again, he slapped your ass.

"I need your cock inside of me," You sulked, "I need you to stretch me, to fill me, to be in me, I need you, Baby."

San smiled like you had said the most magical sentence. His eyes disappeared in happiness. "I'll fix you, don't worry, Babe."

San lined himself up to your hole and was about to push in when Seonghwa appeared beside San on the platform now. His hand was against San's hip to halt San from thrusting into you. Seonghwa was staring at San's dick with an intensity that honestly just made San's dick twitch against your hole. "Wait, I wish to see this up close."

San cocked his head. "You should see her up close first. She loves when people see her cute little pussy."

"San!" You shouted.

San took a step back. You were still holding yourself open so you were completely revealed to the world, but most importantly, to Seonghwa. His face was perhaps an inch or so away from your pussy. San watched as Seonghwa's mouth parted, eyes moving back and forth to absorb just how wet and throbbing your pussy was.

"You should probably taste it, right?" San suggested.

Seonghwa craned his neck to look up at your lover. "Taste?"

"Oh god," You cursed under your breath.

"Yeah!" San nodded encouragingly, "It's definitely important."

Seonghwa leaned forward and you could feel his hot breath on your most sensitive flesh. His tongue came out quickly, swiping along your wet folds and you pouted. Seonghwa considered the taste and then turned towards San's body. "Should I taste you too?"

"I've already been rubbing against--" San made a muffled cry as Seonghwa's tongue came out to lick San's sensitive head. "Okay, I did that to myself," He admitted.

Seonghwa nodded and then backed away so that there was room for San to approach you from behind again but his face was still level with your pussy and San's dick. "Breed," He commanded again.

"San," You whined as San put his hands back on you.

"Quick, hard, fast, I needed to come yesterday," San echoed your sentiment before you could even verbalize it.

"Please," You confirmed that he had read your brain.

San pushed into you with tiny little shallow thrusts, however. He knew his girth, he knew your pussy, and he knew what to do so that the passion wasn't lost while he went inside of you. The long, drawn out moan San let out once he bottomed out in you was pornographic at best. "You better be so fucking green, I don't know how much longer I can hold back. Do you have to squeeze me like you're a damn motorized toy, fuck, Babe."

You settled your hands on the small of your back, crossing your wrists. "Hold me here. The bounce will be better. And yes, green all the way."

"Oh god, the bounce," San echoed you.

San grabbed your wrist with one hand and thrusted hard against you experimentally. Your breath got caught in the back of your throat and San grinned. He slapped your ass for good measure and then began.

You were just a moaning mess. No words were leaving your mouth. White noise filled your head as San fucked you from behind. He was instantly brushing against the spongy part inside of you and it was making your stomach curl in anticipation.

"Babe," San started to run his mouth, "Let Seonghwa hear how wet you're for me, huh?"

The large, stark room was filled with the lewd noises of San's dick fucking you but also the slapping of skin against skin. When San flexed his pelvis muscles to give you some extra bounce, a garbled noise left your mouth. "Oh God, San, I'm not sure--"

San switched gears immediately. He frowned and pouted, lessening his pace. "No, don't come before me!"

"San," You protested but what could you do, San was in control right now.

San started to pace himself, his thrusts even and timed instead of quick and eager. "There is no greater pleasure than fucking this pussy," San admitted. His head shook and his eyebrows moved in disbelief.

"Sannie," You whined, "Come inside of me."

"What's wrong, Babe?" San smoothed an errant hand over your ass cheek, "Isn't my dick enough?"

"No," You groaned, "Never. I want you to come inside of me. Fill me up with your cum. Show Seonghwa how to fuck, how to breed."

San's eyes momentarily move to the alien who was laser focused on how San's dick moved in and out of you. "Will you try?"

You choked on your own spit. "San!"

San smacked your ass. "Will you?" San asked again.

Seonghwa cocked his head. "I am here to observe."

"But you're ready." San grinned, one that was slow to reveal itself and was crooked in both nature and shape, clearly aware of how hard Seonghwa was as well.

Seonghwa frowned minutely. "It's not my job."

“Where’s that alien curiosity now, hmmm?” San tugged on your wrists to bring your body higher and make your back arch. “I thought you wanted to see HOW human’s breed? Watching isn’t going to be enough. You’d get better data if you did it yourself instead of just observing.”

“San, I swear to fucking god,” You cursed under your breath.

"I'm gonna fuck this pussy, Babe. I'm gonna fuck your pussy full of my cum and you're gonna take every drop, okay? Show Seonghwa why he should try to breed you before he goes back to his planet."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as San fucked at this new angle. You weren't sure what you were saying anymore. You were pretty sure you had been groaning San's name in a crescendo of cries but it could be anything leaving your mouth at this point. The curl in your stomach was winding and winding until you felt like your climax was just within reach. And then it broke and snapped and you were screaming. Your cries came out in punched-out gasps as San pushed through your climax to reach his own. He held you tight to his body upon the first spurt but as ropes of his cum painted your insides, he thrusted into you, riding out his pleasure. His perfect little moans and whines were music to your ears.

San normally collapsed after he came, and you were having a hard time holding yourself upright too, but San had other plans. "C'mere, Seonghwa, come see the best part."

San pulled out and put his hand on the back of Seonghwa's head, guiding him in front of your pussy once again. Both alien and man watched as your pussy fluttered and pushed San's cum out in tiny waves. Seonghwa looked up at San once more. “Should this not remain inside of her?”

San chuckled deeply. “Yeah, but it sure is nice watching it drip out.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened in worry as the white substance made a string from your entrance and was slowly looking to drop to the floor. Before San could say anything, Seonghwa pushed out his tongue and leaned forward to capture the cum. Furthermore, after it pooled on his tongue, he inserted his tongue into you to push it back in. You whined at the extra stimulation but your body pushed back on the wet appendage inside of you.

When Seonghwa’s ‘mission’ had been completed, he said, “It must remain inside. We need a full example.”

A sharp, indistinguishable voice came from both everywhere and nowhere. Seonghwa winced at the noise. It sounded like someone was communicating in what must be his native tongue. The voice continued to speak. San gathered you up closely to him, holding you in his arms protectively.

Seonghwa stood up and smirked. “Seems like we have more research to do.”

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setsugekka · 1 year

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❥obvious (m)

↳ hyunjin adores the sight of you. all versions of it.

hwang hyunjin x fem!reader — established relationship, explicit sexual content. [1.8k wc] cws: penetrative sex (no barrier method), oral sex (f receiving), very light dirty talk, body shot, cum eating.

“It’s snowing.”

Barely any illumination shining through the crack of the pastel blue drapes of your apartment window — it’s not the morning sunlight just yet, still much too early for that — but rather one, lone, streetlight just so perfectly placed next to your humble abode that offers you the softest light throughout the early morning and late night hours. Perhaps one of the reasons that this place ended up being so affordable (’what an exciting find’, you had originally thought), but over the last few months you’ve learned to love it in such a different, beautiful way.

Eyes slowly pulling down and towards the figure nestled comfortably in the sheets next to you — light of the street lamp matching perfectly with the color of his chin length hair; you chuckle to yourself at how many times the man has changed his hair now in such a short amount of time, only to go back to the same long, blonde hair that had everyone who laid eyes on him giving a double take all over again.

Eyes fluttering open at the sound of your words and groaning into the pillow, you watch in silent awe as Hyunjin moves — so fluid and beautiful, strong and masculine all at once in the perfect culmination of a man.

“Can we order food in, then?”

“Had we planned on leaving for breakfast, anyway?” You question as you scoot in closer to him in attempt to press yourself beneath his strong, lithe body. First, it’s the pull and push of his arm up and over your torso, following then the wedging of yourself into the space the previous motion grants you between his chest and the mattress — he catches on slower than you’d have liked, still drowsy and half-asleep but finally acquiescing to your insistence as he plants palms into the mattress to raise himself over you and lie back down against your own.

“Yeah, I guess I had just planned on running on three cups of coffee before running off to work, after all.” He replies with plump, dry lips against your exposed collarbone from above. “You know what else I like to eat in the morning?”

Sin laden in his tone, you can’t help but playfully slap at his arm as he already begins his descent down the length of your body with a kiss planted along every inch of the way. “Sicko.”

“Yeah, you kind of like it, though,” Hyunjin says with a glance up through his eyelashes. Lips now delicately wrapped around one nipple, a pointed, swirl of his tongue following right behind that has your back arching up and off of the sheets already.

A man a bit too playful for his own good, but more than that, too playful for your own good.

The feeling of his hand slipping down and between your legs, suddenly thankful for having not bothered getting dressed after last nights festivities; bottom lip pulled up between your teeth as he dips the tip of his middle finger between your folds and slips it up to feather over your clit with the most perfect precision. “You taste the best in the morning.”

Part of you doesn’t want to even argue the fact, because you know what he likes about it in particular. The heightened smells and tastes of places preciously explored by him; had Hyunjin already came in you the night before and you not showered between then and now? Yes. Did he care? Absolutely not.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers against your skin and just below your belly button as the anticipation of him pools in your gut just under him, a low, whisper of a whine escaping from you at his continued, teasing, touching just between your legs.

“It’s probably your cum, you know.” You answer back but almost to no one as your head lolls back against the pillow.

“Indeed,” Hyunjin grins, pulling his hand back to instead plant both against the bottom of your thighs and assuming the intended position. “I do know that.”

In times like this, you’re thankful for the fact that the man never been much of a tease. Far too wanting and needy for such games, and very much at the mercy of his sexual desire — feeling his fingers dig into the flesh of your legs as he dives into you with little more reluctance: tongue flat and firm against your clit with a slow swirl before following suit to encompass the bud with soft, ample lips and a delicate suction — your toes curling and teeth gritting already to bite back the whines that threaten to escape you.

One hand slipping away to press a long, perfectly manicured, middle finger past your opening slowly, meeting little resistance already, you reach a hand down of your own to tangle fingers into long, pretty, yellow-blonde hair as the whimper escapes your lips and you feel the pleased curl of his own against you as he continues on with his work of the morning.

It catches up with you quickly, the release that Hyunjin be chasing for you; rhythmic, steady motions in and out of you timed perfectly with the way his tongue moves against you — you try to bite it back, enjoy the moment just a little bit more before the muscles in your thighs and abdomen tense and stiffen beneath him with the promise of release. Short, quick breaths that vaguely sound like his name as your fingers accidentally tighten that much more against his scalp, you hear him mumble against you to cum, to cum for him in particular, and it’s all it takes for the orgasm to rip through you — almost immediately attempting to pull away from the blonde and his relentless assault by mouth against the most sensitive part of your body in that moment.

Of course, Hyunjin is happy to oblige once he receives his prize; letting you free of him as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and a grin shines through the rest of the glimmer of moisture that resides on the lower half of his face. “That was quick.”

A sort of confidence that’s both sexy and insufferable, all at the same time.

Still attempting to catch your breath through the volume of your heart pumping blood through your veins and numerous fly-away hairs strewn about your face as a result of your pre-orgasmic flailing, you glance back up at him again to eye the way that he in turn eyes you — content but not at all sated if the lazy stroke of his hand along himself from the edge of the bed is anything to go off of.

“Still sensitive from last night,” you huff out in response, all the while taking the opportunity to invitingly spread your thighs wide for his viewing pleasure all over again. “Now, what do you want?”

You find that in your time spent sleeping with Hyunjin, one of your favorite things about him is his gaze. Narrow, devilish eyes that scan across your form as if with intent to devour you in your entirety — like perhaps you be the only woman on earth for him, or at the very least, the only one he wish to be inside of.

Something about it entirely intoxicating, his outward want for you.

In nearly a growl, you watch the man slip forward towards you once again, hand still lazily going over his length at the sight of you before carefully aligning the tip of his cock with you and kneeling tall for the perfect visual — palms planted atop your knees — sinking the entirety of himself inside of your warm, inviting heat.

“Feel so good every time,” Hyunjin whispers with his first withdraw, slowly pressing into your wetness again as if to enjoy the way that your pussy envelops him with each, drawn out, second.

Sprawled out across the mattress still as he picks up his pace against you, the visual of his lean, long body from between your legs — perfectly upright and every flex and movement of his flesh and muscle ever so present for your viewing pleasure — you’re thankful for the choice in position.

Mostly because you know what it means, and you couldn’t be more delighted by the promise of it.

A man who enjoys the visual representation of art: painting, drawing, photography — and sex being no different — the cumshot no stranger to the both of your sexual repertoire.

Hyunjin’s eyes glued to the exact spot in which his long, perfect cock disappears inside of you, the excitement urging him into you harder and faster with the promise of cumming as the sound of his thighs meeting your own finally begins to echo across the room. With teeth gritted and blunt fingernails deep into the skin of your knees, Hyunjin snaps his hips against you three, four more times with a desperate groan before pulling from you entirely and replacing the feeling of your tight, warm walls with quick, messy, needy strokes of his own hand — mouth hanging slightly ajar as he eagerly chases his own release; and loving the sight of him like this you watch him intently as he finally cums with the first long, milky-white rope of release that paints over your body. Followed by a second with the bottom of his lip pulled up into his mouth as he watches the way his cum covers you and pools into the dips and crevices of your torso.

As he finishes and with barely caught breaths, you pull yourself up and onto elbows as the man meets you halfway, leaning down to press a hard, deep kiss to your mouth with just an ever so slight dip of his tongue against your own before he pulls away and much to your surprise.

You figure the confusion must be evident with the smile he offers you instead, that same, wicked grin you’re all too familiar with greeting you before you find him bringing his cum-covered fingers up — having just stroked himself to completion — finding your lips and darting inside. You happily oblige the non-verbal request, sucking the digits clean of his own mess and never breaking eye contact as you do.

Certainly to his appreciation, you figure, as he dives back in to close the distance between both of your mouths just as quickly as he pulls his hand from your face.

“You’re so pretty, you know that, right?” He finally whispers against your mouth, corners of his mouth twisting upwards and in between small pecks.

“Does it have anything to do with the fact that I’m covered in your cum?” You playfully ask with a matching smile.

Pulling back to look up at the ceiling briefly, a sort of cartoonish display of being in thought, Hyunjin giggles at the question before nodding quickly and dipping back down to kiss you repeatedly all over again.

“Has a little something to do with it, yeah.”

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footballffbarbiex · 2 months

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A little smutty something with Virg as promised, even if it's 24 hours later than I'd hoped!

warnings: breeding talk, threat of hitting it raw (but use protection of some kind peeps irl), dirty talk

In your humble opinion, there were few things sexier than a last minute winning goal. Admittedly, getting there is often pull-your-hair-out stressful and leaves you becoming infuriated as the match goes on but that high? That rush? There's nothing like it, especially if it's a goal that happens just before the last few seconds of the game.

Of course, it's not always welcomed when it's the opposition which do this. The temptation to riot is there and you feel like waiting for the ref outside and bringing the fight to him, but tonight - despite the frustrations and interesting refereeing decisions made - you don't have time to pick fights.

You'd watched as Virgil had celebrated, was interviewed, celebrated some more and lifted the trophy whilst being sprayed with champagne. They'd celebrated with the fans before heading back inside. His - and the team's - joy was contagious if you were a Red and it was clear to see how much this win meant to them. While they took the bus home, you'd travelled back from London on the train with some of the other WAGs, you'd spent enough hours cooped up on a coach to know that it wasn't worth the journey back via that method of transportation.

He's in too much of a good mood, no doubt spurred on by a little happy liquid, by the time he finally stepped from the bus making it so that you'd slipped behind the wheel of the car and set off back home. He flips between sitting back with a big stupid ass grin on his face and talking to you, but at all times, his hand rests upon the top of your thigh, fingertips moving ever so carefully without his finger itself moving. Every so often, he'd drag his hand further up, fingers stroking over your clothed inner thigh before moving back to where they'd originally started.

By the time you pull onto the driveway, your nerves are shot to shit and your underwear is no longer dry from the expectation and this brought on a whole new meaning to you of what edging was.

The key is barely in the lock when Virgil is behind you, hands pulling at your hips, forcing you backwards and holding you against his swelling cock. There's a slight shift as he bends to kiss your neck and instinctively, you tilt your head to give him better access.

"We're not even inside yet," you tell him, feeling your eyelids growing heavy with each blink becoming harder to open them as his fingers begin to undress you right here on the doorstep. It slips beneath the waistband of your underwear, pushes over your pubic bone and parts your folds. Your hand is fumbling, key struggling to turn as your concentration begins to focus on something else.

"Then open the door," his hand covers yours, turning it and pushing the door open within seconds with such ease, you should feel ashamed from the way your arousal has clouded everything else but you're having a hard time caring about anything but getting some part of this man within one of your holes.

"S-s-sorry," you stammer, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he kicks the door closed and keeps the hand that cups your pussy pressed firmly against you.

"You should be. Making me wait longer to fuck you." He reprimands, pushing you against the nearest wall and standing as close to you as possible so that he can stare down at you, reminding you in one way or another just how small you are compared to him. Realisation of this has your cunt tightening.

"I think you'll find the bus arrived half an hour after I did. It's you that made me wait." You try to make a joke to follow it but one long finger strokes over your soaked hole and teases the entrance with his fingertip, making your eyes close and you buck your hips, almost fucking his singular finger. "Fuuuuck Virg," the words come out as a hiss followed by a pathetic moan.

"Yes baby?"

Your mouth opens to speak but he slips his finger in further while his palm rubs against your clit in such a way you almost see stars from finally feeling some kind of contact after what felt like eternity. Everything about this, considering how eager and impatient he claims to have been leading up to this, is slow and drawn out. His finger works you until each time he pulls his finger back, you can feel your wetness drip from you. He adds a second, the pace now picking up and you're able to hear the lewd sounds of every thrust of them.

"I don't hear what you have to say," he speaks so calmly, it's hard to imagine that he's doing what he's doing.

"Need you." You manage to pant.

"But you're having me." his tone is almost mocking but you don't care.

"no. I need you."

"Use your words baby." he coos at you. "What do you want?"

"Your cock." you circle your hips and whine when both fingers are full within you at your request.

"Where do you want my cock?"

"In me."

"Be more specific."

"In my pussy."

"Yeah? Want me to go upstairs and get a condom?" He asks, eyes searching your face but you can't focus on him right now. Every thought and action your body is capable of doing in this moment is trying to keep you upright and not have your knees giving in.

"No." You say the singular word with such determination it brings a chuckle from him.

"Oh, it's not like you to want me to fuck you raw. What's wrong? Need me to breed you huh?" He doesn't need a reply, your walls clamp around his fingers in such a way, you're almost pushing him back out again with the tightness. "I think you like the sound of that. Me fucking you, barely pulling out so that you have every inch of me inside of you, fucking you until I'm done with you and filling you up. Look at the way you're fucking my fingers baby," he says as he adds a third too easily. "You're taking these too well, it's like you're desperate for my cock. Is that what you want?"

"Mmmmm."

"Then tell me. Tell me you want me to breed you."

"I need it Virg, need you to breed me."

"All you had to do was ask."

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I’m torn between snickers and sour patch kids with butterfinger and Steve Harrington, so I’ll leave the first part up to you and your genius mind 🩵

I did a lil bit of both, bb. I hope you like it!

Forced proximity/Shy!Reader/Steve Harrington

Warnings: Steve is an ass (kind of enemies-to-lovers), semi-public making out, mention of a boner hehe

WC: 1k

Divider credit to @saradika

“Okay, so,” Steve starts, adjusting his company-required sailor hat, “there’s a whole method to getting the proper scoop. You can’t just go plunging in all willy-nilly.” He dunks the ice cream scooper into the vat of mint chocolate chip and creates a perfect sphere, plopping it into the empty cup with a triumphant smile. “Now, it’s your turn.”

You hesitantly take the scooper from his outstretched hand. “Yeah, okay.” This was supposed to be a fun summer job–a way to make some extra money before heading off to college in the fall. But you’ve only been here for two days, and Steve has been breathing down your neck the entire time.

You lean over to try and mimic his motions when he makes an obnoxious buzzer noise. “Nope, you gotta hold it in the middle, not the end.” He huffs out with an eye roll. “Here, I’ll show you. Again.”

That’s the final straw; the tears you’ve been holding back force their way forward. You dart into the walk-in freezer and let the heavy door slam behind you before breaking down into a sobbing fit.

“Hey! What the hell?” Steve drops the scooper, flips the “open” sign to “closed,” and follows after you. Light floods the freezer as he swings the door open, pulling it shut with a barely audible click. “What are you doing?”

You wipe your tear-stained cheeks, desperate not to let him see you cry. “I quit!” Your words are wobbly, and you push yourself up off of the ground as quickly as you can.

“You quit?!” He sputters, crossing his arms over his chest. “You haven’t even been here for two full shifts!”

“And you’ve made every last second of them miserable,” you mumble under your breath, reaching for the door handle. You pull it down, but the door doesn’t budge. Once more with some force leads to the same results.

You turn to Steve, who’s watching with a horrified look on his face. “Shit, shit, shit!” he mutters, yanking on the handle without success. “We’re, uh, locked in.”

Thanks, Einstein, you think wryly, but keep that retort to yourself. Instead, you slump back down and bury your head in your hands.

Steve sits next to you, knocking his knee into yours. “Robin’ll be here for her shift soon,” he says, “and then you can leave and never see me again.” When you don’t respond, he sighs and stands up, grabbing something from one of the shelves. You watch as he pulls out a whiteboard divided into two columns and uses the dry-erase marker to add a tally to the side labeled “YOU SUCK.”

“Wh-What’s that?” you ask before you can stop yourself.

“Oh, uh,” Steve shrugs, “just this stupid thing Robin made for whenever I inevitably screw up my chances with a pretty girl. Figured I’d beat her to the punch this time.”

You nod; he must’ve been flirting with a customer earlier today before you’d arrived. “Who was it?”

Steve cocks an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Who was the pretty girl? Did she go to Hawkins High?”

He nearly chokes on his own saliva. “Are…you can’t be serious.” When you only offer him a confused look, he lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. “It’s you, all right? With your cute smile and the way you laugh…” He trails off, shaking his head.

It takes you several moments to process what he’s just said. “Me?!” you finally manage. There’s no way; there’s absolutely no way…

“You,” Steve confirms, nervously tucking a thumbnail between his teeth.

“If you…then why have you been…”

“An asshole?” he shoots you a guilty smile, raking his fingers through his hair. Even slightly mussed, it looks perfect. “That’s because in addition to being an asshole, I’m also an idiot. And I, uh, tried to convince myself that I hated you so that I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”

You nod slowly, processing what he’s just told you. “That is…” you suck your teeth, “the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

His laughter is genuine this time, and he shakes his head as he says, “Yeah…not my best idea.” He looks at you with wide eyes. “I do think you’re beautiful, though. And also really sweet and smart and, um, stuff.”

Despite the chill from literally being refrigerated, you feel heat creeping up your neck. “Steve, you don’t have to be nice to me now just because you feel bad,” you say softly, unable to meet his gaze.

“Hey.” Steve’s voice is barely audible over the whir of the freezers. He takes your hand in his. “I like you. A lot. And I’m sorry I was such a shit head the last few days. Can we have a do-over?”

You giggle, and when you duck to hide your face, he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, nudging it slightly upwards.

“I’m Steve,” he whispers, “and I’m going to kiss you now.” He ducks down and presses his lips to yours, gently parting them with his tongue. You accept his touch eagerly, melding your body with his.

Steve presses you up against the wall, his leg between yours. Hands glide up over your uniform, not daring to explore underneath quite yet. You cautiously tug on his little neckerchief, pulling him even closer.

You want more. You need more. You–

“Oh, my God! In the freezer? This is where we keep food!”

Steve jumps backwards, clearly embarrassed to be caught. “Jesus, Robin. A warning would’ve been nice.”

“I could say the same for you,” she bites back. “Go home, Steve. Your shift was over ten minutes ago.”

You shuffle out as quickly as possible, trying to hide your humiliation. Steve follows suit, but not before Robin mutters to him, “Nice boner, Casanova. Real subtle.”

“Shut up, Robs.” He adjusts himself over his pants, shifting his apron to better cover the evidence.

Robin rolls her eyes, catching sight of her infamous white board as she goes to shut the door. With a sigh, she begrudgingly adds the first-ever tally to the “YOU RULE” side.

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