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frogchiro · 7 months

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HII HII ur writing is perf 4 this idea but you don’t hav 2 do it !! i js thought of u <3 little red riding hood reader & big bad wolf (ko, ghost, price) any cod guy & i think it’s js soo cute !!!

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ARE YOU KIDDING ME THIS IS SO CUTE??? YOU NEVER MISS LOVE!!! And thank you it really means a lot to me that you like my silly writing <33

tw// horror elements and this has like one mention of a 'off-screen' death but no one major

I think I'm gonna go with König for this one?? Bc something about him just screams big bad wolf to me y'know? Also for the sake of this story, König is described like on the pics above, so his lower half is life a literal werewolf.

okay also i'm putting this under the cut because this somehow grew into a whole fic?? My dear @9irly9irl if you see this know that I love you and this was so. freaking. enjoyable to write??? I love this so much??? Also I'm sorry for the horror themes but I'm getting ready for October and the gloomy weather outside made me do this. I hope you still enjoy and PLEASE send me more for this au!!

Big bad wolf König who is on the prowl for some time now, he's on a hunt for you, the sweet girl who lives alone with her mother on the edge of the dark forest your good old momma always tells you to stay away from and for good reason. The townsfolk from the villages around whisper in fear and dread about a monster lurking in the woods, half man-half wolf with an insatiable taste for blood; they call the beast König, the undisputed King.

And honestly? König likes that rep. It means less annoying pests wandering around his territory safe for a groups of young guys from time to time who think they have the balls to try and 'kill the beast' but they are dealt with...pretty quickly.

But no, König has his glowing eyes set on something more...Exquisite. On something soft and pliable, sweet smelling and so so pretty. Namely on you. The werewolf guesses he has to be thanking his lucky starts or whatever bullshit that while sniffing around your cottage he overheard your mother talking about going out into the forest to bring her sickly mother, your grandma, a basket full of food and some other supplies and being the sweet little thing that you are, you of course cried and volunteered to go yourself, that your mother is already older and that you will make quick work of it.

König swears that day that his blood never rushed downward to his dick so fast. You, soft little you, all alone in his forest? His territory?? It's like you're begging to get taken and mated! The trek from your cottage to your grandma's home would take you about 2-3 days as she lives deep in the woods, the perfect timing for him to reveal himself and take you away for himself into his den in the darkest parts of the forest where you will have the perfect life with him! No more worrying about food or warmth during the cold, dreary winter months, he is more than a capable provider for his future mate, not to mention your future litter of happy yipping pups you will birth for him! It's a perfect plan!

And so he waits. And waits. And waits until the day you finally leave with your cute basket in tow and a tearful goodbye with your mommy dear that you will return as soon as possible. Yea, sure sweetheart.

I think he'd reveal himself by the time it's getting nighttime, when the sun sets, the air is getting cold and a ominous darkness sets over the forest where your trembling body sits in a makeshift nest made of a blanket and a thick animal pelt under a old, big tree. Everything seems so loud, the cries of nocturnal animals sound much more bleak and unnerving, not to mention the weird, chilling feeling of...something following you. Like there were a pair of eyes trained on you since a few weeks ago but you never mentioned this to your poor mother as you didn't want to worry her, but the feeling only amplified ever since you left your home and went on a trip to your grandmother.

You couldn't help the loud yelp you let out when suddenly a pair of glowing golden eyes appeared in the small clearing around the tree; a pair of glowing, unblinking orbs that seemed to be suspended in the air in the surrounding darkness, the weak fireplace you managed to make doing basically nothing to light up the area and your poor little heart started to beat like crazy when you noticed the eyes moving forward, closer and closer to you until the light finally caught what was moving towards you...or more like who.

It was an enormous man, easily over 7ft tall, his broad, bulky shoulders moving as he stood from the position he was in to his full height and those ominous glowing eyes still were unblinking as they stared at you like you were just some lamb and...you probably were.

The one thing that somehow stood out the most, even amidst literally everything else unnatural about this man, were a pair of ear on top of his head, which only now you noticed was covered in some sort of tattered old hood with holes for the eyes and ears, and a huge fluffy tail which was wagging faster anytime you seemed to look the man over, but what really brought it all together was his lower half...it-it was all fur. His legs were that of some bipedal wolf and in that moment a silent scream tried to make its way out of your throat; it was König, the brutal and unforgiving beast that resided in the surrounding forests, the one that people tell horror stories about around campfire and...he was here. He was here before you to tear you apart and leave nothing behind, not even bones.

Tears were streaming down your face, a look of utter defeat on it because after all, what more could you do? You can't possibly fight him, you can't outrun him, hiding is out of the picture too...You were ready to feel the unimaginable pain of those jaws locking themselves on your throat and draining you of your life but the you felt...warmth? A slick, warm feeling on your cheek and when you opened your eyes a bit you saw what it was. It was König, or more like his long tongue licking away at your cheek in an almost comforting matter, his wide unblinking eyes still trained on you though his pupils seemed to grow in size, now taking over most of the glowing yellow and when he deemed you to be clean of your tears, a large crooked nose with a scar running across it nudged into your cheek and took a deep sniff to get your scent. A stray thought ran through your mind when you took a closer look at his uncovered face and noticed another huge scar across his face and a few smaller ones, who or what in their right mind got close enough to inflict such wounds on someone like König?

When you stayed still and just stared at him wide eyed and out of breath König let out a deep growl like purr of content; he could hear your small aborted breaths still coming out quick and your heart fluttering in your chest like a small erratic bird but he could see that you were a tiny bit calmer now and not on the brink of hysterics like a few seconds before. He couldn't help but grin in delight, a nasty, wide thing that revealed rows of sharp teeth. He finally had you. He had you exactly where he wanted and now you were his. Well not completely yet, you two would need to mate first but still, everyone had to start somewhere right? For now he had you calmed down even for a bit, showed you that he wasn't a threat to you and wasn't going to hurt you. It was still only the night of the first day of your travels and he will offer to guide you, he couldn't possibly allow such a cute young lady to just wander around the deep dark forest all alone, right?

Of course he won't mention it that he will be herding you away from the path and instead guide you deeper and deeper into the heart of the woods where his den in. He won't mention it that he will be making very obvious and insistent advances at you, insisting on staying close at all times and wrapping his huge body around you at night for warmth, nosing and nudging at you to cover you in his scent and maybe make you a little bit hot under that deliciously low neckline of the dress that you're wearing, the cape in a lovely shade of red acting like a blanket to shield you away when König is nosing at your neck and bosom, greedy for all the tiny, shy, flustered noises you make, greedy for making you all hot and ready for him.

And of course he certainly won't mention to you about your poor old granny's corpse, rotting for weeks already in her old, decaying house where she died of some illness or old age. No, no, your new life is here, with him. Forever.

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #cod mw x reader #cod x reader #hybrid au #werewolf!könig #red riding hood au #könig x reader #könig #konig x reader

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superhaught · 27 days

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Gym Class Heroes (Chapter Two)

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warnings: homophobia

Word Count: ~2300, Part 2/?

Part 1

Regina pursues her interest in protecting reader as she recovers from the basketball to the head.

Turns out, you did indeed have a mild concussion from the basketball incident, so you took the weekend and the following Monday off of school to rest and recuperate.

You were napping when your mom knocked lightly on your bedroom door and then came in. You woke up and saw that she had an armful of things.

“One of your school friends stopped by and brought your homework from today plus a card and some snacks, how sweet!”

You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, “one of my friends? Do you know who?”

“Oh I don’t know, sweetheart. She was blonde and tall and pretty.”

You couldn’t help your face from lighting up, “gimme the card!”

Your mom handed you everything and you tore open the envelope. It was a simple “get well soon” card but what you were most interested in was the handwritten note. The writer’s penmanship was exquisite, not that you were particularly surprised by that fact. The card smelled like her perfume, as if she had spritzed some on. She’s unreal, you thought. Fragrant notes of orange blossom and rose filled your nostrils and it was addictive.

The note read: Hey you, I hope you’re doing okay and aren’t too worried about getting behind on schoolwork. If you need help getting your homework done, I know a guy. Anyways, Shane got three days of suspension, which isn’t enough, imo. Text me if ur bored <3 R

She wrote her phone number at the end. You giggled and reread it in full, going as far as kicking your feet excitedly under your blankets.

“She seems like a sweet girl,” your mom pointed out.

Her voice brought you back to reality. You cleared your throat, “mom, my head is kind of hurting, can I go back to sleep?”

“Oh yeah, of course honey! Get some rest.”

“Thank you,” you set the card down next to you and laid back down as your mom left and once she closed the door behind her, you grabbed your phone and began typing a message to Regina’s number.

“Hey, ‘R’” you wrote.

The message delivered and the little typing-indicator dots showed up right away, then her message back came through, “I’m glad you didn’t keep me waiting ;)” then she sent a second message, “how are you feeling?”

Being stunned, you didn’t respond to Regina’s text right away. Your heart was pounding. You couldn’t believe that Regina, the queen bee of the school, the most popular girl, the previously-believed-to-be-completely-and-totally-straight-girl, was asking you out.

Another text from her popped up, “well don’t leave me hanging”

You decided that you wanted to call her. Maybe you felt like you needed to in order to confirm that this was actually real. You called and it rang twice and then you heard her voice through the phone.

She chuckled as she spoke, “hi…”

“Hi…” you said back, suddenly forgetting what words were.

“What did you want to say that couldn’t have been sent over text?”

“I just… you really want to date me?”

“Yes. I do. Is that really so shocking?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Well listen, I’ve had my eye on you for a while now. And, as I’m sure you are aware, I’m used to getting what I want.”

You shuddered and then replied, “Regina… I’d love to go out with you.”

The two of you continued to talk on the phone well into the night. It was Regina who insisted that you hang up and go to bed to get some good sleep before coming to school tomorrow. The blonde also offered to pick you up in the morning and drive you to school herself. You, of course, accepted.

You went to sleep feeling lighter than air.

In the morning, you got ready for school with more zeal than you ever had in your life. Your mother wondered out loud whether you had been replaced overnight by an entirely different person. You just smiled and said that you were happy and feeling better.

There was a car horn honk from your driveway and your mom kissed your cheek goodbye as you left your home.

Regina was sitting in her black Jeep, using her mirror to fix her hair. She smiled at you as you came out of your house and approached the passenger side of her car. She leaned and reached over, cracking the door open for you and then offering you her hand to hold as you stepped up into the car.

You sat down and tossed your backpack into the backseat.

She smiled again, looking you over, “you look so cute!” Regina then gently caressed her thumb over the bruise on your forehead from the basketball, “and this is looking much better.”

You looked her up and down as well and smiled, “you look incredible…”

“Thanks, baby.”

She had called you ‘baby’ on the phone the night before as well. The affection made your heart flutter.

She continued, “get buckled, let’s go.”

Regina drove you both to school and parked in her spot in the student lot. It wasn’t an assigned parking spot or anything, it was just the closest spot to her preferred entrance and it was hers by way of having scolded anyone who had ever dared to park there.

When you got out of the car, Regina walked over to you and took your hand in hers.

Surprised, you said, “you know, we haven’t actually gone out yet…”

“I know that. Do you mind if I hold your hand anyway? Do I have to wait before I can show you off?”

“I don’t mind,” you smiled.

Regina walked you into the school and immediately, all eyes were on the two of you. You half expected Regina to drop your hand but she didn’t. You glanced over at her and she was proud. Beaming even.

She squeezed your hand a little tighter and looked at you, “you okay?”

You nodded your head, “I am.”

Regina went with you to your locker and leaned against the adjacent locker while you put your backpack away. Then Regina noticed that you had a small magnetic mirror in your locker and she came up behind you and wrapped her arms around you from behind and looked into the mirror.

“We look good together, don’t we?”

You looked at the image in the mirror and thought she was right. With her bright blonde locks draped over your shoulders, her manicured fingers touching your neck, her cheek pressed against yours, it was a dream come true.

“It’s way too easy for me to get lost in you…”

“I feel the same way, baby.”

At that point, Gretchen and Karen approached, locating Regina as if they had a homing beacon to her. Gretchen flashed you a polite smile and said, “you look mostly recovered!”

Karen stared at you with wide eyes and said, “don’t worry, I’ve been knocked out by a basketball too! It happens to everyone.”

You thought about objecting to her statement in some way but then you just nodded.

Regina grabbed your hand again and touched your cheek, turning you to face her, “you’ll sit with us at lunch, right?”

“Oh sure! If you want me to…”

“Of course, silly! Well, you know where to find me, then. I’ll see you later.” Regina pulled you into a hug and squeezed you tightly against her chest. And for the first time in your life, you felt genuinely wanted.

The next two days went by fast. Regina took over driving you to and from school and your mom thanked her profusely for giving her a break. You joined Regina, Gretchen and Karen for lunch, sometimes you were also joined by Cady, Janis and Damien, now that things had gotten less tense between those two trios in the aftermath of the junior year dramatics.

Regina was extremely attentive to you. You naturally fell into habits of taking care of each other, Regina looking out for you as you continued to recover from your concussion, and you paying attention to her chronic pain flare ups and making sure she was monitoring her POTS symptoms.

You and Regina agreed to go on your first official date together that weekend, but she certainly was not hesitating to claim you as hers in the meantime. In those 48 hours, there was already an instagram and twitter account dedicated to shipping the two of you and you overheard a lot of talk about your sudden closeness and Regina’s obvious protection over you.

It all came to a head the day that Shane Oman was back at school.

At lunch, Regina showed up to the table a few minutes later than what was typical for her, and she was dragging Shane by his shirtsleeve until she shoved him right in front of you.

You set your lunch down and looked at him, then Regina, who shoved him again and said, “well, go ahead.”

Shane rolled his eyes, “fine… I’m sorry…”

Regina’s arms were crossed but she smirked a little, clearly proud of herself.

“Sorry that you’re a disgusting fucking carpetmuncher!” Shane finished, yelling loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear and immediately cease their conversations, turning all of their attention to your table.

Gretchen covered her own mouth in shock. Janis and Damien's jaws both dropped open. Karen was staring at something on the ceiling. Cady whispered “oh my gosh” under her breath.

You just froze and stared.

Regina lurched forward and gripped the back of Shane’s shirt collar, pulling him backwards by it in a swift motion and basically choking him with the fabric, “what the fuck did you just say?” she growled.

Shane coughed, “I… I… said… carpetmuncher… and I’m not sorry… and I don’t believe for one second… that you’re falling for this… this… dyke!”

“Oh? You don’t?” Regina pushed Shane down to the ground and he collapsed to his knees and rubbed his neck as Regina let him go. Regina walked over to you and took your face in her hands. One second, her face was red with fury, but when she looked down at you, she immediately softened. She pulled you close to her and then pressed her lips to yours.

It wasn’t how you imagined how your first kiss with Regina would have gone, but you wouldn’t have changed anything about it.

She kissed you so tenderly. Your senses were completely overwhelmed by the softness of her lips, the taste of her lip gloss, the smell of her hair, the feel of her tongue just teasing your bottom lip. Regina held the kiss for a long time and you held her waist.

You knew everyone’s eyes (and cameras) were on you, but you couldn’t have cared less. You had Regina, and that’s all that mattered.

When Regina pulled away, she kept eye contact with you for a moment and smiled, assuring you that she kissed you because she wanted to, not just to prove a point. She came back to give you one more quick and gentle kiss before returning her attention to the pathetic man on the ground.

“Next time you want to say anything derogatory to my baby here, you better be fucking prepared to say it to me, too, Shane. And I don’t think I need to spell out the absolute shithole you will find yourself in if you do that.”

Shane stared at her with wide, terrified, eyes.

“Now get the fuck out of my sight.” Regina added.

Shane scrambled to his feet and sprinted out of the cafeteria as Regina took her seat next to you with closed eyes and exhaled a breath through her nose to calm herself.

You leaned your head on her shoulder and whispered, “thank you, Gina.”

She turned her head and kissed your temple, “of course, baby.”

#regina george #regina x reader #regina george x reader #regina george fanfic #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #regina george renee rapp #reneé rapp #my fanfiction #my writing #original writing #gym class heroes

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oozedninjas · 7 months

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Angst request for the bayverse boys! You said you like ‘dark topics’ and I need to hurt, so I want to know ur thoughts on what each one’s biggest insecurities are when it comes to dating and asking out their crush specifically.

Hopefully you are having a good one, love your writing btw.

Not dark per se but...

Leo

Leo doubts whether he should confess his feelings because he knows his place in the world: he's a mutant turtle who defends the city and his brother's leader.

He's excellent at that!

But being a good boyfriend? God, how should he act if one day love and duty clash, interfering with each other?

He worries that his commitment to his family and his responsibilities might make it hard for him to have a romantic relationship.

He's concerned he won't be able to balance being a leader with being a good partner.

Raph

The idea of "confession" fricking paralyzes him. Not because he isn't bold enough, 'cause he is.

But because you could say no. And then your friendship would be fried too.

He'd just hope that his flirty attitude, along with some well-placed compliments here and there would do the trick of magically showing you he likes you.

So, what he most fears is rejection. Yet, not the "You're not my type, but it's cool if we're friends :)" kind of rejection, but the cruel:

"Me? With a sewer turtle? As if!"

Donnie

He's revolving around not being attractive enough, not in terms of his physical appeal but in the charismatic, and bold sense.

Like, isn't he boring?

God, he's a fucking nerd!

Besides, how is he supposed to confess?

"Hey, I'm utterly infatuated with you because of your brilliance, your exquisite beauty, your boundless creativity, and—"

And then face rejection.

Yeah, thanks, but no thanks.

Donnie also worries that his intellectual pursuits might make him appear distant or too absorbed in his work, causing his crush to lose interest.

Mikey

The top of his worries is to be brushed off as a joke.

"Haha, in love with me? Mikey, the funny dude strikes again, everyone!"

That's his worst nightmare.

He fears his crush to view him as shallow or not mature enough for a serious relationship.

Mikey worries that his carefree nature could be misunderstood as a lack of emotional depth, making him anxious about being seen as a good, understanding boyfriend.

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt leo #tmnt leo 2003 #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k16 #tmnt 2k14 #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope yours was better than mine. Break ups SUCK

Can I request nsfw with Dottore, pantalone and Childe with fem!sub reader?With degrading, manhandling, aphrodisiac usage, brat taming, choking, and just in general anything rlly mean n rough. Like, Scaramouche, you betrayed the fatui, you thought you’d be safe in ur hiding spot but then they found you. And thought u a lesson. If you can’t remain loyal to the Tsaritsa, there’s one thing ur good for, being there cocksleeve! But this time, you physically cannot escape

a/n: I'll be frank, I bumped your request ahead of the ones I have left in my inbox when I saw it. (Sorry everyone, I feel a little bad but I will do this every single time if it means I can cheer someone up after a breakup.) Break ups do suck so much. Especially if it happened on Valentine's Day😔 I hope this makes you feel better. I went all out for you. Please feel better.

Dottore x fem! reader Childe x fem! reader Pantalone x fem! reader. Smut. Sub!reader. Use of an aphrodisiac on Dottore's part. Degradation in all parts. Brat taming and choking in Pantalone's part. I didn't hold myself back while I wrote this. I apologize if made anyone uncomfortable.

Dottore couldn't help but reflect on how foolish you were. You'd left the house you were hiding in after betraying the Fatui, obviously having let your guard down because the door was unlocked.

You may as well have set yourself up by leaving a half filled glass of water on the table. The aphrodisiac he poured into your drink was tasteless and odorless. Dottore had purposely made it that way. You would have no idea it was mixed in with the water.

Sloshing the water gently so as not spill it, he retreated in your room to lay in wait. You would no doubt be back anytime now, not wanting to stay out too long.

You sighed heavily when you closed the door behind. You could add one more day to not getting caught. Or so you thought as you gulped down the rest of the water. After awhile, however, you started to feel lightheaded, your cheeks felt flushed, your heartbeat was beginning to speed up. You thought for a moment that you might be getting sick, but you could feel yourself suddenly getting wet.

"Ah, it's finally starting to take affect," Dottore said, revealing himself when he opened the door. The look of horror on your face was chef's kiss exquisite to him.

"W..what have you done..?" You slurred slightly.

"Don't act so surprised, slut. Everyone in the Fatui knew we fucked more a few times. Her Highness knew exactly who to send to find you," Dottore replied. Grabbing your arm, he yanked you up out of the chair. "Don't kid yourself, we both know you loved every single second of it."

"What are you going to do me?" You don't know why you asked him that. He wasn't lying. You were already instantly compliant as he held you firmly against him.

Grabbing a handful of your hair, Dottore forced you to look up at him. "Her Majesty demands loyalty. Until you realize that, the only thing you are good for is serving as my cum slut."

Unbuttoning your pants, Dottore pushed your damp panties aside, he pressed his thumb against your clit, slowly rubbing it. Your moan was loud. Your hips jerked up against his hand. The aphrodisiac was already making you feel sensitive, so much that it made you dizzy.

Dottore laughed at how pathetic you sounded. "Hmm, judging by how wet you are, it seems like you want me to drag you back to beg for forgiveness in front of The Tsaritsa," he plunged his fingers inside of your needy cunt. His pace was brief, but ruthless, going just long enough for your moans to make him even harder.

You yelped when he tore your clothes to absolute shreds before stripping himself. Throwing you down on the bed, he flipped you over, pumping his hand on his cock before he thrust himself inside of you, immediately bottoming out.

You barely had time to tightly grip the sheets before he starting pounding into you. The way he was gripping your hips was guaranteed to leave bruises. Unfortunately (or was it?), you didn't last long under the spell of the aphrodisiac.

A scream of pleasure tore from your throat, your release flooding onto his cock. His pace didn't relent. Grabbing your hair again, he yanked your head back, leaning in to say in your ear, "You were going to serve your purpose either way, regardless if you can quietly back to the Fatui. Now scream for me, you dumb slut."

(First time writing Pantalone so please bear with me a little.)

It had been easy to track you down. Pantalone had many connections being that he was the wealthiest of the Harbingers. All it took was a little Mora for someone to sing like a canary that they knew where you were hiding. You really shouldn't have been so trusting.

That was how you'd landed in the situation you were currently in, happily sucking on Pantalone's fingers as he pumped them in and out of your mouth. His other hand was on your hip, holding you place in his lap, ordering you not to move until he decided you could.

It was hard for you not to though, especially since his cock was buried to the hilt inside of you, and you craved at least a little friction. In a moment of brief defiance, you bit his fingers, trying to move.

His smile never left his face. He seemed completely unruffled by your bratty behavior. However, his degradation was harsh. "You know, I just may keep you for myself after The Tsaritsa grants you leniency. I practically bought you like a whore," he said, "You being my cock sleeve serves me much better than you going back out on the front lines."

Your breasts bounced as Pantalone began to thrust roughly inside of you. "You usually sub so well for me, you don't have be a such a brat this time. I'm going to enjoy taming you."

He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing, his cock hitting your sweet spot at a dizzying pace. Your screams of pleasure died in your throat as your oxygen supply began to dwindle, making your lungs burn. He only let go just a little to hear you cry out as you orgasmed. "That's right, my pretty whore. Fall apart for me like the sub that you are."

"You sound so pretty choking on my cock, girlie. It excites me," Childe said, looking coldly down at you, transfixed as saliva mixed with his precum pooled from the corners of your mouth.

With how eagerly you were sucking him off, Childe thought you wanted to be caught just so you wrap your lips around his cock. He smacked your hand back down onto his hip when you reached down to try and rub your clit. Pulling back because you needed air, you gazed up at him desperately.

"Please, Childe. Will you fuck me now? I'm behaving aren't I?"

Childe's tone was between a laugh and a scoff. "Did I tell you could stop sucking, slut? He snapped, pushing your mouth back down onto his cock, "and do you really think I would let you get yourself off? You are dumber than I thought. But what did I expect, you were always such a slut for me."

He thrust into your mouth, groaning when your throat spasmed on his cock when you coughed. "It didn't take long to suss out your hiding place either. You practically left a trail of breadcrumbs for me after you left."

You gurgled in pleasure when you heard his harsh words, making Childe burying his fingers firmly into your hair. "You'll wait until I am good and ready to use you however I please."

When he cummed in your mouth, he ordered you not waste a drop as you swallowed. You happily obliged him. He'd been your only sex partner in the Fatui. You only wanted to please him.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #childe #dottore #pantalone #childe smut #dottore smut #pantalone smut #fem!reader #sub female reader #childe x reader #pantalone x reader #dottore x reader

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hottpinkpenguin · 3 months

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I'm in desperate need of sub Thranduil × dom fem reader

Don't care what it is, but i need to see this man put into his place tbh

Slap him, pull his hair, peg him, sneak up on him, drag him away to a secluded area, make him get on his knees and beg. Literally anything 😭😩 Luv ur work

A/n: there's nothing here but toe-curling smut :) hope you love it. MINORS: THIS WORK IS NOT FOR YOU!! DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ only.

Crawl To Me

Sub!Thranduil X Dom!FemReader (gotta be honest, Daddy Thranduil doesn't stay sub forever)

Warnings: smut smut smut, absolutely not even a whisper of a plot, P in V, creampie, squirting, dom/sub vibes, smacking - Word Count: 3646

You jerked upright against the carved wood of the throne, catching yourself just before slipping into sleep. The council of advisors assembled around the dais stifled chuckles at your reaction. The bard from Lake Town who was serenading you and your husband, Thranduil, didn’t notice. He pressed on, his reedy voice warbling over the painfully mistuned notes of the cheap lyre he plucked. You’d appreciated the gesture of appreciation from the residents of Lake Town for the role your people had played in rescuing them from Smaug almost twenty years ago, but after a long and tedious day of presiding over the business of Mirkwood, you desperately needed some excitement in the throne room to grab your attention. Next to you, Thranduil watched the bard serenely, his expression hovering between interest and fondness. He didn’t react at all, although you knew that he had sensed your uncharacteristically obvious disruption. Although you knew you should have been paying studious attention to the performing bard - like your husband - you found your restless mind wandering to other distractions. His handsome side profile did nothing but further escalate your scheming mind. A wicked smirk spread across your face as a plan took shape. Get rid of the bard, and release some of this damn pent-up energy.

As the plan took full form, you knew that Thranduil was tracing the direction of your thoughts. He could feel your eyes roaming across his face, lingering on his full mouth, remembering the feeling of his lips discovering every inch of your skin… down the long line of his throat and over those broad shoulders that you loved to cling to as his fingers and tongue and cock drove you wild with pleasure… drinking in the sight of his long, smooth hair, imagining how it would feel twined between your fingers. With a shudder, you dragged your distracted mind back to the throne room, uncrossing and recrossing your legs in the other direction, savoring the barest hint of friction in your legs. Thranduil marked the motion, his eyebrow raising imperceptibly. He knew you too well. It was almost a damn liability, and the knowledge that he could sense your awakening lust made it even harder to focus. You sensed his consent in the soft curl at the corner of his mouth and the way his long fingers ran over the smooth wood of the throne’s carved arm in languid, teasing circles. The image of his fingers sent a flicker of warmth curling up your spine from deep within your core. Biting down on the inside of your cheek, you forced your focus away from your husband and back to the crooning bard, resolved to wait until the two of you were alone later that night to see your plans fulfilled…

**Three Hours Later**

“What do you think you’re doing?” You demanded, stepping into your bedchamber and closing the door behind you with confidence. You heard the guards outside quietly leave to reposition themselves further down the halls, granting you and Thranduil privacy.

Across the room from where you stood, Thranduil froze, his hand mere inches from the green velvet robe he’d been reaching for. You’d timed your entry well; you’d entered just in time to find him shirtless, stripped down to nothing but his soft linen trousers, moments away from covering his exquisite frame in the robe you’d gifted him at the celebration of your marriage anniversary the year prior.

He heard the note of demand in your voice. He turned half to face you before you issued another command. “Don’t look at me,” you purred as you crossed the room to him. The muscles of his upper back flexed in anticipation as you approached. The sight of his body tensing in your presence was intoxicating. Your fingers came to rest gently on his muscled bicep, tracing a line along the ridge of his shoulder as you whispered in his ear. “Does my lord wish to be commanded, or take commands this night?”

You knew before he answered what he would say; the obsequious way he held his eyes from meeting yours told you that he was in no mood to make decisions. But, nevertheless, it was your practice as a couple to express your wishes in words, even if you were so attuned to one another that a mere glance could say more than your mouths ever could.

“My wish is only to please,” he replied softly. His blue eyes burned as he turned halfway to face you. “I will do whatever my lady commands of me.”

Your blood sang at Thranduil’s concession. You felt your smirk deepen as the plans you’d been scheming of in the throne room clamored for your attention. Where to begin?

“As you wish,” you replied smugly.

“Turn to face me.” You took a step back from Thranduil, allowing him to turn and face you fully. The candlelight danced across his muscled torso - a sight you drank in greedily. You kept your eyes glued to him, lingering on the trail of dark hair that started below his bellybutton, tracing a path downward to the part of him that you wanted the most. Your skin danced with heat as you undid the corseted laces at the small of your back, your dress loosening around your shoulders. You shimmied out of it, leaving the embossed black and silver fabric in a heap upon the floor. The cool of the night air mixing with your appetite for release made your skin pucker in goosebumps. You saw Thranduil’s gaze begin to move up the expanse of your bare legs before you issued your next command.

“I said, don’t look at me.” Your words burned with taunting, the feeling of power growing as you saw Thranduil’s expression crumble in disappointment. His eyes fell back to the floor.

“Your job, right now, is to listen. Can you do that, my lord?” Confusion flashed across his face. This wasn’t your usual fare, but you were set on a path and wouldn’t be turned from it now. He nodded once, swallowing thickly.

“I can’t hear you, Thranduil,” you continued seriously. He shifted with frustration as he replied, “Yes, my lady, I can listen.”

“Good,” you cooed, stepping back until you felt the bedframe connect with the backs of your legs. You sank onto the mattress, spreading your legs wide and displaying your naked pussy to him. Although his eyes never left the floor, you sensed that he knew what he was missing by the way he chewed his bottom lip, a large bulge beginning to form in his trousers, just below the flat planes of his lower stomach. His hands twitched aimlessly at his sides, almost as if asking your permission.

“You’re not to look, or to touch anything, without my permission,” you added, relishing in the way Thranduil, Elvenking of Mirkwood, the most powerful and regal being you’d ever seen, crumpled in begrudging submission at your words. He nodded, biting down harder on his lip, eyes glued obediently to the floor.

“I can’t hear you,” you said teasingly, one of your hands coming to cup your breast, the other snaking its way down between your legs. Wetness was beginning to accumulate at your center, and you ran your fingers through it. The soft, squelching noise was quiet, but you knew Thranduil heard it. His eyes widened, almost darting upwards before he caught himself, swallowing down a muted moan.

“Yes, my queen,” he replied.

“Good job. Kings who follow orders always get rewarded.” You let the promise drip sweetly off your tongue like thick honey. Thranduil shivered with restraint, his head tilting on his neck as his eyes bored holes in the wooden floor. The bulge in his pants grew as the V-shaped muscles atop his pelvis flexed. His fingers found the edge of the dressing table he was leaning against and curled under the edge, desperate for something to grab. You thought about correcting him - reminding him that he didn’t have your permission to touch the table - but your mind was easily distracted by the sight of him getting increasingly needy. Your breath quickened as your fingers found the sensitive bud at the top of your slit, tracing soft and teasing circles around it. The tantalizing sensation and the vision of your subservient king caused you to gasp softly. Thranduil heard the sound and shifted with discomfort. A small spot of moisture at the end of his erection had formed in his trousers, and his knuckles were turning white where his fingers gripped the dressing table.

“Get on your knees for me, my king,” you commanded. Thranduil knelt almost instantly, his desire to please you so consuming that the floorboards shook under his weight. His cock bounced eagerly in his pants, and the sight only tightened the hot coil that was beginning to build deep in your core.

You shimmied yourself towards the edge of the bed until your pussy hovered right at the edge of the mattress, your feet flat on the floor and knees splayed wide. Thranduil still hadn’t lifted his gaze from the floor.

“Crawl to me.” The command was so delicious that just hearing yourself say the words pitched you an inch closer to your own orgasm. Thranduil’s eyes flashed with blatant desire as he obeyed, dropping to his hands and knees and moving towards the sound of your voice. The sight of him - half undressed, a faint sheen of sweat dancing across his creamy skin, long hair the color of fresh butter gleaming in the candlelight - on his hands and knees at your command was intoxicating. The pace of your fingers sped up against your clit, and you had to fight the urge to close your knees and rub your thighs together.

He closed the space between you quickly and hesitated. The sound of your wet fingers moving quickly against your slick center filled the room.

“Take off your trousers.” Thranduil did as commanded, undoing the lacing of his trousers. His cock burst free from his pants with a satisfied groan from you. His length was impressive, and even after the countless times you’d taken him, you found yourself practically mewling for him to be inside you. But you were resolved to draw this out, to extend your pleasure, and undoubtedly his as well.

“Kiss my thigh, Thranduil.” Your breathing was shallow, your command not quite so drawling as before. Thranduil lept at your words, his hand instinctively coming to grab your leg as he sat upright.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” you interrupted, momentarily moving your hand away from your clit to slap his arm down. “I said, kiss my thigh. Not touch.”

Thranduil looked half-crestfallen, half-crazed as he nodded with a quiet murmur of “yes, my queen” before he pressed his lips to the inside of your knee, his hand returning to the floor.

“Higher,” you ordered. “And close your eyes.” Thranduil did as commanded, his eyelids fluttering shut as he traced a line of kisses up the inside of your thigh. You brought your fingers back to your clit, letting your head fall back against the mattress. Your orgasm was close, and you had designs on how to get yourself there.

“Keep going,” you murmured, your voice rising in pitch as you felt yourself climbing up one side of your climax. Thranduil’s lips were close to the seam of your thigh, so close you knew he could smell your sex, perhaps even taste you.

“When I tell you to, I want your lips on my pussy,” you heaved out, eyelids fluttering closed as your fingers strummed needily against your clit. Your toes were curling under, your calf muscles clenching as your thighs began to shake.

“Say the word, my queen.” Thranduil was so close to your center that you felt the deep baritone of his voice vibrating at your core. The sensation plucked just the chord you needed, and as you felt yourself beginning to come undone, you cried out. “Now!”

Thranduil’s mouth was on your pussy before the syllable had tumbled fully from your lips. He lapped and sucked and ran his tongue over and into you. Your orgasm crashed onto you like a thousand cresting waves, your ears filling with cotton as the earthly world fell away for a moment. You grasped at Thranduil’s head, pulling him harder against you as your walls fluttered and your thighs quaked. Your cries turned silent as Thranduil’s tongue sent you into bliss over and over again, the sounds of his slurping and groaning against your slit the only thing left tethering you to the moment. You drifted there for a while, catapulting from one trembling orgasm into another, until you didn’t recognize the words your lips were trying to form. Everything turned to a shimmering vapor except the mouth between your legs.

You felt yourself beginning to fall back into your body, your legs collapsing in exhaustion. Thranduil, much to your delight, had stayed true to his orders and kept his eyes closed and his hands unencumbered. You propped yourself up on your elbows, enjoying the view as he lapped at your juices greedily. His mouth and chin were wet with your sex, his cock so swollen it looked painful. Gently, you pushed against his forehead, breaking the contact of his mouth with your pussy. He pushed back somewhat, but your insistence won out, and he eventually sat back on his haunches, chest heaving slightly with exertion and desire.

“Well done, my king. I wonder, is it time to reward your obedience yet? Or should we play a bit longer?” Thranduil grimaced at the prospect of enduring more time without being given free reign to touch you and fuck you. You smirked, rising up from the bed on slightly quaking legs.

“Lie down.” Thranduil hesitated briefly until he caught up with your plans. With an eager grin, he rose from the floor and got on the bed, lying on his back. His cock lay against his stomach, its veins engorged, a small drip of precum oozing from its head. You felt yourself clench automatically at the sight of him, your core desperate to feel his girth inside you, stretching you.

You straddled him on the bed, deliberately letting your hair fall around your face and tickle his neck and shoulders. You hovered your pussy a hair’s width above his cock, letting the heat from your center dance across his member. He felt it too, because he jerked automatically at the faintest hint of contact. His cock twitched eagerly, barely grazing the moisture of your center. He hissed loudly, his hands balled into fists as he resisted the urge to grab you.

“Your eyes stay closed and your hands stay at your side,” you reminded him. He nodded, not bothering to answer you at this point. You weren’t sure if he could speak; he was straining not to break the rules and grab your hips to drive himself shaft deep into you.

You sank slowly, not taking him into you, but letting your folds barely envelope his cock as you dragged your pussy up and down the length of his shaft, coating him in your juices. He groaned, the sound deep and feral. “You are cruel,” he protested darkly, bringing a fist up to his face so he could bite down on his knuckles. You laughed, thoroughly enjoying seeing him so utterly undone by the lightest touch. You sat back, your weight balancing on your knees, freeing your hands to come to your hardened nipples, rolling them between your fingers. The sensation caused you to gasp. Beneath you, Thranduil thrashed at the noise, a desperate growl emanating from his chest.

“Stay still, my lord,” you told him, one hand reaching underneath you to grab the base of his member, holding it upright until he was positioned at your entrance. He froze, chest heaving in exertion. You let your hips sink slightly, the head of his cock beginning to penetrate your core. Your pussy trembled, aftershocks from your previous orgasms mixing with the shudders of more to come.

Beneath you, Thranduil’s head was turned, his eyes glued to the wall. His face was contorted in focus and restraint, his brows knitted and his lips pursed. You reached down and cupped his cheek with your palm, gently but firmly turning his face towards you. “Look at me.”

Thranduil obeyed, his winter blue eyes locking with yours instantly. His gaze burned with an intensity you’d rarely seen from your husband. The neediness on his face matched yours, and it was almost enough to make you want to sink onto him. Just a little more play, you told yourself.

“Tell me you want me,” you ordered. Thranduil groaned impatiently.

“My queen, you cannot be ser-”

The slap surprised him. You struck him - not enough to damage, but enough to get his attention - squarely on the cheek. Without giving him time to recover, you grabbed his chin between your thumb and forefinger, jerking his head back squarely to face you. His eyes were wide with surprise, but beneath that shock you saw that the contact had stoked the flames of desire, just as you’d intended.

“I said, tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” he uttered breathlessly. You slapped him again, this time harder. His cheek reddened, but he smirked wickedly before bringing his eyes back to meet yours. You let yourself take him deeper, the head of his cock now entirely embedded in your pussy, your walls tightening around it. You gasped at the stretch, another orgasm beginning to tighten your core.

“Again.” Your lust for dominance was so thick it felt like honeyed wine in your veins.

“I want you, my queen.” Thranduil’s voice was stronger this time, more insistent. “I want you so desperately I can’t think straight-” he paused to lift his head off the mattress, mouth connecting with one of your nipples. He nipped and sucked on it, quickly and roughly. You cried out, your head tossing back, composure and restraint crumbling. His mouth released your nipple to move to the other breast. “-I want you to scream for me-” Another rough nip dragged a cry of pleasure from your throat. He was gaining control over you, your body reacting to his touch and his words. And he knew it. His hands ran down your back until they locked over your hips, grabbing you so tightly you knew you’d have bruises there the next morning. “-I want you to cry out my name until your throat is raw.” Holding your hips exactly where they were, he drove himself with a hard jerk upwards until you felt his cock bottom out inside you. Your legs quivered, the sudden sensation of fullness extinguishing all semblance of control you had. You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “-I want you to remember-” another hard thrust, your pussy trembling as you began to cum, crying out his name “-that you may command me-” you were coming undone, words turning to gibberish, legs trembling as your mind went white “-whenever you want-” your legs buckled, your weight coming down on top of him “-but I fucking own this pussy.”

He stopped talking, his focus exclusively on driving himself up inside you, again and again. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything except let him take you. He relentlessly pumped his cock in and out of your core, your pussy squirting each time he almost withdrew from your slit, the sensation driving him mad with lust. He roared with pleasure as he pounded, once, twice more, the third time slamming himself as deep as possible into you and stilling. His roaring turned to mewling. Somewhere in the haze of your own fucked out pleasure you became aware that his cock was pulsating as he emptied inside you. You felt boneless, entirely dependent on his arms to hold you up, his hands gripping your hips with delicious intensity. He gasped as the pulsing in your center slowed, his face smoothing from white-hot climax to the warmth of a hard come-down. He let you collapse on top of him, both of you sick with sweat and your wetness. Your breaths synced and slowly, inch by inch, you both began to soften.

After a few moments, you felt his strong arms wrap around you. You lifted yourself off his still-twitching penis and lay on the bed beside him, your body pressed against his as you lay your head on his shoulder. From this angle, you could hear his heart beating against his ribs, and you counted each beat as the heaving of his chest gradually diminished. He turned his head, pressing a kiss into your hairline. He chuckled slightly.

“You truly are wicked,” he murmured appreciatively. You lifted your head, feeling drunk from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and gave him a lopsided grin.

“You don’t seem to mind, my king,” you shot back. He shook his head fervently.

“Quite the contrary,” he replied. After a few moments of silence, he added, “I think we should have that bard to court more often.”

You only pretended to be offended as you playfully smacked his shoulder. He smiled, a dazzling sight, before he caught your head gently and connected your mouths for a deep kiss. Before you knew what was happening, you felt him roll you onto your back, his weight coming to press down on your body, his cock already beginning to stiffen again as his mouth set to work on the line of your throat. You were about to protest, unsure if you’d be able to handle any more of him, but he caught your mouth with his palm. He looked up from where he was nibbling on your earlobe, his eyes simmering with an emotion you could only describe as eagerness.

“My turn.”

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brrrkdslek · 8 months

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YUNHO X MALE READER (9th member) SMUT WHERE THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS AND ONE NIGHT THE OTHER CONFESSES AND IT LEADS TO SEXY TIME. IM BEGGING ILL LITERALLY EAT UR BLOODSHIT 🫶

SAILING SHIP!

❒ jyh x 9th member! male! reader

❒ confessions, teeth-rotting smut, comfort, ur cheeks will hurt from smiling

❒ first love, first time ;), pervy yuyu, ship!!!!

❒ FIRST REQ AHHHH THX ANON, I HOPE U GUYS EAT THIS UP NICELY😭🙏🏻🫂🫶🏻

❒ 5.4k

you and yunho were besties, that much was obvious to the members, staffs, atiny- literally everyone. you two were inseparable ever since you first joined kq. people only thought you two were best friends because of your similar interests, but that was not the case.

yunho was deeply in love with you. everything and anything you did sent his mind spiralling, atinys always loved watching you two interact, it was such an interesting sight, like now as you waved to the large crowd of fans.

yunho buried his face in your neck, arms tightly securing you around your waist. atinys all had their phones out recording, "yah! yun~, what are you doing?" you spoke into your microphone, holding back a laugh.

yunho whined and rubbed his face in your neck, sniffing you. "what are you doing?" you repeated, then put your mic near his face as he raises his head, barely out of your neck, "you smell so good today..."

the crowd screams and roars as you felt your face heat up, your members fake gagging. "so you mean i don't smell good on other days?" yunho groans in response and pulls your body impossibly closer to his.

hongjoong began talking about the concert and the new album. you bit your lip as you felt yunho nibble at your skin, "stop that..." you whisper to him, pinching his arm lightly.

he whined again, "can't, you smell too good..." you sigh as you walk towards your members, yunho copying your movements like a penguin. soon after, you guys performed once again. you were all dressed up nicely and ready to go as yunho eyed you up and down.

you looked exquisite. since you had long hair, it was tied in two beautiful braids, with some rhinestones planted here and there. the colour was a beautiful white with fading blue tips, your black roots showing at the top. he bit his lip, all his favourite colours too...

your makeup was still as gorgeous as ever, but your outfit, oh my god. you wore a long-sleeved crop top, showing your abs, they weren't as toned as san's and yeosang's, more like seonghwa's but a bit less.

the top was black and skin-tight, outlining your slightly bulking arms. a sexy silver chain draped over your neck, down your torso and splitting into two across your waist, fitting you perfectly.

your bottom was a whole other universe as you were wearing a skirt, A SKIRT. the skirt itself was to your upper thigh, however you wore skin-tight shorts that showed underneath.

the skirt was white with diamonds decorating the edges, shorts also white. a white mesh sleeveless top was thrown on you last minute, the entire outfit matching your knee-high white platforms. over the top, right?

that was your specialty. you always stood out on stage with your looks, it often resulted in new trends among kpop fans and even other idols.

many, including idols loved you for your confidence in your clothing, with you mentioning in an interview that you didn't mind wearing anything, so long as it looked good on you.

as you got on stage, the intro of halazia started playing as you danced smoothly. atinys loved yours and yunho's performance in halazia the most, since it was the 'sexiest' moment of 'yunmn'—your ship name.

as the part came, you dashed across the stage towards yunho, gripping his collar. as the jump came, you threw yourself in front of him, doing a front flip with him holding you as you two continued with the choreography. only breaking apart to go in different directions when yeosang's part came.

the atinys screamed and cheered when they watched you do a front flip, in platforms. you were the main dancer of ateez, which was often shown in performances. your killing parts were specifically more hard moves to master. you could easily pull it off since you did ballet at a young age, also mastering in b-boy and more.

time flew by as the concert came to an end. the members waving goodbye to atinys in sadness, however they kept a bright smile on their faces as they disappeared backstage.

you yawned loudly as yunho tackled you into a hug, drowning you in kisses. "you were so good today!" he picked you up and spun you around, you only laughed and held onto his shoulder for support. "you were too!"

seonghwa smiled at the interaction. "alright, pipe down lovebirds! we have to get moving to the hotel now." wooyoung fake gagging as he walked past the two.

"you look so pretty today..." yunho stares at you mesmerisingly, even with sweat dripping from your face, you looked so beautiful in his eyes.

you giggle at how much he reminded you of a puppy, "you say that to me everyday, though..." you began walking to the makeup room with yunho glued to your side. "'cause it's true!"

the makeup artists had to physically rip yunho off of you as they undo your hair and makeup, speedily as it would take another hour to arrive to the hotel.

one of the staff walk in, "alright, the hotel rooms will be; seonghwa and hongjoong in 501, wooyoung, san and mingi in 502, yeosang and jongho in 503 and lastly, yunho and mn in 504."

jongho—who sat next to you—giggled as he scrolled on his phone. "what's funny?" you blinked at the man as he turned to face you. he put a hand next to his mouth, "yunho asked the staff to put him in the same room with you,

he wouldn't shut up about it and he was annoying the staff for like, the entire day until he gave in." you blinked in surprise, "gosh, that guy is always doing the craziest things ever...."

you pull out your phone as you scrolle through twitter, the hashtag #YUNMN trending as of now. you scroll through, most of them being recorded videos of you and yunho today at the concert.

yunmn_stan: AHHHHH YUNHO HOLDING ONTO HIS MN MADE ME TEAR UP,,,HES LITERALLY MNS PUPPY ATP🥹🥹🥹 [video attachment] #YUNMN

↳yuyus.wrld: FR LIKE LOOK AT THEM IM SO SOFT FOR YUNMN IM SOBBING RN [attached image]

↳bunbunmn: #MN come get ur mans rn pls🗣️[attached image]

luvlyteez: HALAZIA PERFORMANCE WAS SO LIT LOOK AT THE WAY YUNHOS GRIPPING HIS MAN😵CHILL OUT BROTHER AINT NOBODY TAKING HIM FROM U DAMN [attached video] #YUNMN

↳hala.yunmn: MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY WHEN I WATCHED THEIR PART LIKE JDKDJDKFLG

↳lee_halateez: SOULMATES‼️SOULMATE‼️

↳mnmain: CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS. FRONT FLIP. IN PLATFORMS. ON STAGE???🤧🤞🏻

↳finding_mn: ITS A 4TH GEN MAIN DANCER THING NOBODY DOES IT LIKE MN😋

↳mnverse_: #MN IM SO PROUD OF U BABY!!!

you giggle to yourself as you scroll through the sweet posts all about you and yunho. for some reasons it made you feel all warm inside.

you were about to put your phone down until you heard a notification. picking up your phone once again, your screen lights up as a message is shown:

my gentle giant🫶🏻: missing u :(

you look across the room to see yunho jutting his bottom lip out, looking at you sadly with those cute puppy eyes. you internally coo at him as you blew him a kiss, he perked up and caught it with his hand, putting your imaginary kiss into his pocket, making you laugh.

"alright mn, you can get changed and head to the hotel now! good work today!" you thanked your makeup artist and grabbed your duffle-bag before heading into the changing rooms.

yunho sighed and slumped deeper into his seat, "minji~ please hurry! i wanna go see my nn..." yunho's makeup artist—minji—only let out a breathy laugh as she wiped the remaining lipstick from his lips.

"you must like him a lot." yunho couldn't help but let a tiny smile peek out from his lips, "he's just... perfect to me." minji smiles as she throws the wet tissue away.

"well, we're done so you can go to your lover!" she says gingerly as she bid him goodbye. yunho immediately rushing into the changing stalls to get changed.

yunho was attached to your hip the entire car ride. he was rambling on and on about how well you did during the performance today as you only hummed and nodded your head,

"what about yourself?" he blinks in confusion, looking up at you from his position on your shoulder. you sigh, "yun, you can't just always talk go on about me, what about you?"

yunho doesn't reply, he only buried himself deeper into your shoulder, closing his eyes, trying so hard to bite back his smile. that's right, you always put me first. that's why i like you so much.

upon arriving at the hotel, you quickly got off the car with yunho as he bounces in excitement. you raise a questioning brow at him, "what are you so excited about?" his eyes drift off to hongjoong, who was checking in and grabbing the keycards for each room.

the man squeals and runs over to him, leaving you with question marks above your head. wooyoung throws an arm around your shoulder while shaking his head, "that guy is just head over heels for you." you roll your eyes and flick his forehead, making him wince and whine,

"no he's not. we're just best friends, of course he's all over me." wooyoung smirks and raises his brows, "oh but tonight," he leans in your ear, "you guys are gonna get spicy~!" you blush and push him off, covering your ear. "yah, jung wooyoung!" he laughs and runs off.

"gosh, that kid is absolutely insane!" you sigh in horror before you walk over to the lounge where the others were, collecting their keycards. seonghwa sees you and teases, "oh yunho, your lover is here for you!"

the others giggle as yunho—who was at the water station, drinking from his paper cup—tosses the water down his throat and throws the cup to god knows where before charging at you.

you let out a yelp as he sweeps you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. you hold on to his neck as you hit his back, "yah! what's going on with you today!?"

yunho's face turns serious as he faces hongjoong, "hyung, our keycard please." hongjoong internally sweat-dropped as yunho opened his mouth, signalling hongjoong to place the keycard between his teeth.

the members watch as a deranged yunho carry you happily to your hotel room, tripping a few times in the process. "they're probably gonna fuck tonight-" wooyoung yelps as jongho hit his head, "even if they do, that's none of your business." hongjoong adjusts his bag over his shoulder,

"nono, he's right. we are definitely not getting any sleep tonight so buckle up crew." seonghwa giggles as yeosang and jongho sigh in sadness, departing to their own room, which was right by yours.

yunho adjusts his hold on you as he reaches to place the keycard on the door, unlocking it with a 'beep'. he giggles excitedly, throwing himself onto the queen sized bed.

"it's a single bed?" you untied your hair from your ponytail, "yeah! aren't you excited to..." he trails off as he watches you bite the hairtie between your teeth and put your hair up into a nice bun at the top of your head, tying it tightly.

you go over and cup his face gently, "why are you looking me like that? are you okay?" yunho's face heats up, smiling as he cups your hands. "i'm okay, i saw your face today so i'm okay."

you tsked before flicking his forehead, "stop being so sappy and help me with the luggage." you turn around to pull the large suitcase—which the staff helped drop off by the door—inside, yunho scrambled from the bed to help you place it horizontally.

he pulled out some clothes and skincare products as you laid on the bed, letting out a deep sigh. "platforms." you muttered, yunho turning his head, "what did you say?"

"the platforms i performed in today." "what about them?" you smile at the ceiling, "they were so damn nice." he smiles brightly before throwing himself on top of you on the bed, squeezing you tightly.

"you're so cute! i'll get you new ones, so don't worry!" he rubs his cheek against yours as you whine, "yah, jeong yunho get off me!" he lands a fat kiss on your cheek as you groan in 'disgust'.

"i'll get off if you promise to give me kisses later!" you giggle, "stop that, go shower!" you shove him playfully as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, "i'll go if you promise first!"

you stroke his hair gently, "fine, but be quick. i need to shower too." he looks up at you for a second before sprinting into the bathroom, going back to get his clothes. "you better keep your promise, nn!"

you laugh as he disappears into the bathroom. hearing a knock at the door, you shout out, "coming!" you jog to the door and open it, seeing jongho stand at the other side.

"what's good?" you ask, ruffling his hair. "aish, stop that," he smiles and swats your hands away, "don't be too loud tonight," he raises his brows continuously in a teasing manner, "what are you talking about?" your forehead creases in confusion.

jongho only smiles as he goes back into his hotel room, just beside yours. you close the door and scratch your head, mumbling to yourself, "what was that about?"

yunho flies out of the bathroom, shirtless and sweatpants as low as they could be. he ruffles his hair with the towel around his neck. you blush and watch as water dripped from his wet hair. the water drop rolls down his collarbone, in between his pecs, his juicy abs, before disappearing in his sweatpants.

you gulp and feel your face heat up. you look back at his hair,smiling as it reminded you of a golden retriever, you were caught in thought as you impulsively walk towards him, eyes never leaving his hair.

"mn, what's wrong?" before he could speak, you went on your tip-toes and pulled his head down, playing with his wet hair. yunho's eyes travel to your smiling face, "so fluffly..." you mumble to yourself. soon after, you snap out of your trance and retract your hands awkwardly.

"ah... sorry. i'll go shower now." you squeeze his cheek once and gather your things to the bathroom, "don't forget your promise!" yunho says and shoots you a finger heart. you catch it and kiss your fist before closing the bathroom door.

he sits on the bed and starts a live due to boredom. smiling at the rising number of viewers, he greets the atinys through his screen.

"why is your camera off?" he reads out a question, "ah, well i'm not wearing a shirt and also mn's showering." the comments start coming in twice as quick after yunho's little comment.

"are you rooming with mn?" he reads another question, "yes! i'm so excited to spend the night with him- ah, not in that way!" the atinys all cheer him on and hope they have a good night.

"guys it's not like that!" he laughs and buries his face in the pillows in embarrassment, "stop... please!" he giggles as his face reddens, "i- i can't breathe!"

he wipes the tears in the corner of his eyes before reading more comments. "did you have a good time today?" he reads, "yes i did! i was so impressed with mn's dancing even in platforms, sometimes i forget that he's a man."

he chats with the atinys for a few more minutes until he hears the blow dryer turn on. "ah, mn's probably done with his shower, i'll chat with you soon! byebye!"

he softly knocks on the bathroom door, going in after hearing it unlock. you brushed through your wet hair, drying it with the blow dryer. yunho bit his lip as he stands in the doorway, leaning against it.

he eyes your figure; dressed in a cute, oversized t-shirt. his eyes trailed lower and feels his heartbeat quicken at the sight of your tight sleep shorts underneath, almost completely hidden by your shirt.

"...ho, yunho!" he blinks a few times before focusing his eyes back on your bare face. "hm?" you flick his forehead, making him groan and hold his forehead, "i told you to go put on a shirt, didn't i?"

putting down the blow dryer, you brush your hair a few times before walking out of the bathroom, with yunho following. "you're gonna catch a cold!" you scoff at the sight of him whining and stomping his feet. "but i want my kisses first!"

you roll your eyes and check your phone for a second, "are you a child?" "you promised!" he pouted, sitting at the edge of the bed. "are you seriously mad at me?" you sat on the bed as you tried looking at him. he only turned the other direction and crossed his arms around his chest, you sigh.

"fine, c'mere." you stretch your arms out as his facade immediately falters, launching himself onto you. you giggle at the man, stroking his soft hair. yunho had his head in your neck with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. your arms were slung over his shoulders, playing with his hair.

he sat up and leaned against the headboard, throwing your legs over his lap. you two stayed in the position for a quiet few seconds before he spoke up, "can i have those kisses now?"

you giggle at the adorable man-child below you. cupping his soft cheeks in your hands, you pecked his nose. "of course, pup." he smiled at the nickname, pushing his face closer to yours.

you cup his cheeks and began peppering his face with light kisses. you swore his cheeks would start hurting due to how much he had been smiling, "you're gonna pull a muscle if you keep smiling like that." you giggle at the golden retriever, "i can't help it, you just make me feel so happy." his eyes literally and figuratively sparkling as he stares at you.

he gently caresses the bags under your eyes, frowning. "why... do you even like me so much?" you smile apologetically at the taller. he ignored your question and kisses your eye, "yah! stop that, ew!!" you gag jokingly, "you need to sleep more! look at your eye bags."

you laugh at his pouting face, "you sound like my mom right now!" you begin laughing. yunho doesn't react, only staring mesmerisingly into your eyes. he suddenly pulls you into his lap. you yelp and grip onto his neck, noses almost touching.

he strokes your thighs softly. fingers tingling as your body hair that tickles at his fingers. you feel your heart almost beating out of your chest as you nervously fiddle with the hair on his nape.

"i like you so much because," he pauses and boops your noses together, "you're perfect to me." your eyes began to water as you played with his hair, "everything you do is so... amazing to me.

you work so hard and do so well. you always put me and the members before yourself. you force the maknaes to bed knowing how hard they worked, yet you spend the next five hours practicing until you can't even move anymore."

you lean in just a little more and he connects your lips immediately. your emotions take over you as a tear falls from your eye. he breaks the kiss, lips still hovering over each other.

he whispers softly, "you're so selfless, so caring, so loving, so hardworking. and i love that about you," you let out a quiet sob as he pecks your lip, "no, scratch that. i'll love you no matter what."

you pull away from him, sobbing into your hands. no one's ever acknowledged you like this before. not like your members didn't, you were humble about it. you learnt to always nod and agree even if you didn't, say 'thank you' even if you didn't mean it.

your entire life was always black and white, until yunho came. when you first joined kq, you were unlikable. at first, the members didn't like you cause of your normalcy, they hated how you didn't even try to prove that you wanted to do this, that you wanted to debut.

but yunho, this fanatic man followed you like your own puppy, assisted you when needed, and was your shoulder to cry on. yunho's always made you like this, so dramatic, so emotional, so... weird. you felt weirdly happy with him. he satisfied all your needs and you satisfied all his needs.

he was the reason you took the first step and came out of your shell, learned to love and to receive love. he was there ever since you could remember, there for all the good and bad. kissed you when you cried and you reciprocated. you were perfect for each other. no matter as members, friends, best friends, or even... lovers.

he tried pulling your hands away but you wouldn't budge, only burying yourself into the crook of his neck. "nn, look at me please." he brushed through your hair with his fingers, "n-no, this is so embarrassing..." you sniffled. you could feel how hot your face was, and you were sure yunho could too.

he kissed the top of your head, "but it's true, i do love you." "stop saying that." he giggled, "your hair smells so nice, what shampoo do you use?" you snort before hitting his chest lightly, "i can't believe you," you pull away, wiping your wet cheeks as he coos at you, "i'm crying my eyes out for you and you ask me what shampoo i use?"

you try to act mad but can't help the small smile pulling the corners of your lips up. he laughs as you hit him on the head this time, "but it's true! i love you, i love you so much mn."

he pulls you towards him again, peppering your face with kisses. "i've loved you for so long, you have no idea." you squish his cheeks, "then tell me, since when?" "ever since we first became friends when we were trainees-"

"WHAT" you cup his face, jaw dropping all the way to the hotel lobby. "no way! no way- for that long?" your eyes water as he only nods as he stares at you with so much love in his eyes. god he never stops staring at me, does he?

you pull him in for another kiss, full of passion and lust. it soon turns into a full makeout session as you gently grind on his lap, moaning softly into the kiss.

he groans, gripping your waist tightly. his body on fire as he kissed you passionately, kissed you with everything he's got; years and years of pining, silently watching. but now, he's going to have you all to himself.

you both scramble to remove your shirt, throwing it in some corner of the hotel room you couldn't even bother to glance at. teeth clattering against each other as the room fills with the lust and love held in your kisses and your touch.

yunho was the first to pull away, staring at your half-naked body like he had never seen anything like it before. if he had to describe you in one word it would be, god. he would worship you always and forever, put food in front of your shrine and pray for your blessing and touch.

your breath hitched when he kissed down your jawline, all the way to your stomach. you held onto him the entire time, weird feelings invading your body, almost making you cry. he kissed your body with so much tenderness, like you would break with just the tiniest touch, which was true.

he kissed at your neck, littering your skin with dark purple marks, marks that showed that you were his, and only his. he muttered words of praises against your neck, hands gently rubbing circles at your waist, kneading the soft flesh.

you let out a breathy moan with tears streaming down your face, you've never felt like this before. this overwhelming feeling of being loved and wanted, yunho pining over you for years, loving your body and satisfying all your cravings.

he stopped and looked up, eyes softening at the tears glowing beneath the dim light of the room, "why," he stroked your cheek gently as he rubbed his against yours, "don't cry love. i'll love you even after tonight, to the moon and back." tears streamed deon your face again as he captures your lips in a loving kiss. this time he takes all the time in the world, tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, tasting every different flavour of your mouth.

yunho knew how sensitive you were to feelings, especially love. you've never felt so cared and loved for as your family was strict, never caring when you cried and only told you to stand up and continue walking. he made you feel all sorts of ways, making the black and white in your life blend together, and even adding his own colours to yours too.

you pulled away, trailing your hands along the bulky muscles of his shoulders, all the way to his hands, intertwining yours with his. your eyes lingered over his muscular torso while a light blush splattered across your cheeks. yunho giggled and teased, "like what you see?" your eyes widen as you rip your gaze from his beautiful chest, "n-no, i was just looking..."

yunho snorted, it had only been the recent few years when you fully freed yourself of the chains your family put on you. even atinys began revolting against your family, supporting you to the best of their abilities.

yunho glanced to the clock on the wall, seeing the shorter hand hit '1', signalling pst midnight. he gently laid you on the bed and began removing his sweats, "i don't wanna waste any more time... i promise this'll be the best experience of your life." he eagerly pull your shorts down, you stare at him, picturing a golden retriever as his face. you smiled and pecked his cheek,

he smiled happily as he lubed you up, thrusting a finger inside, your body jolted, moaning as his finger curled inside you. yunho left butterfly kisss up your abdomen, "you're so tight... so cute." he smiled as he put in another finger, rubbing against your soft walls.

you quivered at the new feeling, body getting increasingly sensitive with each time he touched your special spot, almost making you see stars. tugging at his hair gently, yunho gazed at you in a daze, hands never leaving your body. he didn't waste a single minute as he slurped and sucked your neck while he thrusted and flicked his fingers inside you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"oh... oh my- jesus! ah, yun...!" you moaned softly as he attacked your sensitive spot on your neck, licking and biting at it. "w-wait... you'll leave a mark if you-" you suddenly yelp as yunho bit down on your soft flesh, humming at the feeling. pulling away, he kissed the bite mark and smirked, "now everyone will know who you belong to..." he captures your lips in a heated kiss, "mine," he mumbled into the kiss as your teeth clashed together, "all mine..."

yunho pulled his fingers out, humming in approval before lining his cock with your entrance, excitement gleaming in his eyes. capturing your lips again, he slowly began to push his tip in, groaning at your tightness. "god... baby, relax a bit," he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, "otherwise you'll cut my dick in half..." you mumbled a soft apology as he held you in his arms lovingly, making small talk so you'll relax a bit.

"remember when you cuddled me and cried cause you were scared i'd be mad at you forever?" yunho whined and buried his head in between your neck and shoulder as you let out a small laugh, "that's not fair! we were still trainees back then, i was young and dumb!" you kissed the top of his head, "it's not dumb, yun. you were adorable!" he blushed at the humiliating memory, cursing himself internally for acting that way.

unbeknownst to you, he had already slipped half of his length into you. distracted by the nice conversation you were having mid-sex, you barely paid any mind to the tingling feeling in your lower region. he pulled himself out of your neck, kissing your sweaty forehead as he tested the waters by slowly thrusting in.

you let out a breathy moan, slowly being filled up by the man who used to cry as you comforted him during a rainstorm. you gently caressed the man's face, "oh yun... i love you so much, do you know that?" yunho bit his lip as tears began to build up in his eyes, "that's- that's all i ever wanted to hear from you..." you smiled and quickly pulled the male into a passionate kiss while he thrusted faster and deeper with each passing second.

moaning into the kiss as you took him, body malfunctioning from the mix of pleasure and pain. yunho groaned as he thrusted harder, hips snapping into you at a monstrous pace, making your body shake as whimpers came out of your mouth.

his tongue ravished inside your mouth, like a man who was starved his entire life. you held onto his shoulders for dear life while his tip brushed against your prostate with each harsh thrust, sending you over the edge.

you moaned in a high-pitch, voice cracking from yunho still thrusting despite your orgasm. "w-wait... i can't, ah!" your body jolted, oversensitive as he abused your hole, even smiling evilly while he did it. you theew your head back as tears rolled down your temples, your beautiful hair sprayed across the hotel bed, creating a beautiful pattern as the colours tangled against each other.

yunho cooed at you while the lewd sounds of skin-slapping echoed through the hotel room, and probably in your member's rooms too. "just a few more, 'kay?" he said in a ragged breath as he kissed your tears away, holding you gently despite the animalistic pace he was going at.

he pressed his forehead against yours as you felt him twitch, signalling that it would be over soon. he groaned and buried his head into the crook of your neck, softly nibbling at the spot he did when you were on stage. "i... i'm close-" he mumbled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

you bit your lip, thighs shaking as he gripped you steadily, thrusts slowly becoming messier with each passing minute. yunho mumbled soft praises before slipping his tongue into your mouth again. your tongues danced together as he came, deep into you, burying this memory inside you forever. you came a few seconds after him, body twitching at the hot cum still inside of you.

yunho slipped his cock out, face red as he breathed heavily, you doing the same. he grabbed a towel at the foot of the bed, cleaning you up quietly. afterwards, he switched off the lights and cuddled you, both falling asleep almost immediately with large smiles plastered on your faces, this was probably the best night you ever had.

you cracked your neck both sides as the members were all lounging in the lobby while hongjoong and seonghwa were checking out. wooyoung pulled down your shirt just a bit mor, revealing the purple flowers that decorated your neck. you swat his hand away immediately, "what do you think your doing?"

"hyung," wooyoung put a hand over his open mouth, "is that... a hickey?" san sprung up from his seat behind you two, "A WHAT!?" you tucked your head between your shoulders as the two almost strangled you, trying to tug down your shirt as you scolded them, mingi laughing and recording on his phone while jongho and yeosang only sharing a knowing look before glancing to yunho who was smiling to himself, feeling all giddy like a high school girl.

you sat next to yunho after getting out of that mess, pinching his arm as he cuddled himself into you. "i love you-" you hit his head as jongho smirked at you from across your couch, "later..." you mumbled to the now sulking boy.

you sighed, he was gonna be the death of you…

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avatar-anna · 1 year

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ik this is super vague but could u write something w a black!reader? love ur writing ❣️❣️❣️

Good in Bed

kinda mean harry, but this was fun to write! hope you like it!

We don’t know how to talk, but damn we know how to fuck.

“God, one date! I just want one date!”

“Y/n, we hang out like every day,” Harry said.

“To hook up or watch you work on one of your stupid projects, or be in one of your stupid projects,” you said.

“I never promised dates when we started seeing each other. We agreed on just hooking up!”

“God, you’re infuriating!” you cried, doing your very best to not tug at your hair. You hated that he had this much of an effect on you. Harry was right, this started out as just hooking up, but it became more, and you knew he knew that.

“You’re exquisite,” he murmured, brushing his lips across your neck. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone so beautiful. I’m blown away every time I look at you.”

You gripped his hair and tilted your head to the side to give him better access. “You mean that?”

“With my whole being. Please let me paint you.”

“I don’t—”

“Shh. I promise it’ll be worth it,” he said.

Harry was close enough to kiss, close enough to push all the way in, but he didn’t. It made you squirm a little. “Harry, please—”

“Say yes. Say yes first.”

He was so close you could taste it. It made you almost desperate enough to agree. But, “That changes things. We—We would be more—”

“Whatever you want, petal. You can have me however you like.”

“You just said all that shit, didn’t you?” you said now, feeling like an idiot. How could you be so stupid? “Empty words all so you could paint me and stick it in while you're at it.”

“Why are you trying to ruin what we have going on here? I thought you liked our arrangement.”

You did, and perhaps it made you selfish, but now you wanted more. “I don’t know.”

Harry stepped towards you, and you let him, let him tip your chin up to meet his gaze. “We make each other feel good, yes?” You shrugged and mumbled some kind of assent. But that wasn’t good enough for him. He squeezed gently on your chin. “Do I not? You don’t sound sure.”

He was such a cocky asshole. He knew you liked him, liked what he did to you, and now he’d turned this argument into some kind of game. But no matter how good he made you feel, you were still mad, still wanted to argue. So you just shrugged.

“Do I need to remind you? Is that why you started this argument in the first place?” he asked.

Another shrug.

“I’m not going to take you on a date. If that’s what you want, I would seek elsewhere,” he said, lips grazing your cheekbone. “But perhaps I should show you just how crazy you drive me.”

He leaned in, and you kind of hated yourself for it, but you let him kiss you. You practically melted underneath him, sighing even as he only sucked on your bottom lip and left you craving more. Harry’s hands moved down past your waist, squeezing appreciatively until your legs were wrapped around his waist.

You hardly noticed as he moved through his apartment until he sat down, you with him, on a stool.

His studio, you realized. A room you were familiar with, having spent many a modeling session in here. You’d never seen any of Harry’s pieces, though. He was always so secretive about them. Until now.

Your breath hitched, and not just because Harry was nuzzling the sensitive skin at the base of your neck. The painting in front of you was beautiful. Harry caught your likeness perfectly, and yet you looked more ethereal, the white of the slip dress you’d worn looking iridescent.

“Is a boyfriend gonna honor your body this way, huh? Your beauty?”

Harry began unbuttoning your jeans as he muttered in your ear, taking the shell of it between his teeth. Your whole body felt electric with every touch Harry gave you, so much so you’d almost gotten lost in it. Almost.

“It’s not enough. I want to go out, not stay—stay cooped up in your studio all the time.” Getting the words out was hard as Harry kept touching, kept kissing, but you needed to say it. No matter how good he may have made you feel, you still wanted a relationship. And maybe that didn’t align with what he wanted, but that just meant you had to move on.

If only getting up was that easy.

“I see. You don’t want to go on dates,” he said, making you gasp as his fingers began to move. “You want to be shown off. You want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” you spat, even if they sparked something in your belly. He was twisting your words around, and yet you still wouldn’t stand up. It just felt too good.

“I told you. I’m not going to hold your hand across a dinner table or share popcorn with you at the movies. Go find some boring idiot if that’s what you want. If you want your face hung up in a gallery and have people know just how beautiful you are to me, then stay, but I’m not gonna beg.”

He was acting tough, but you could feel him straining against his trousers. This wasn’t one sided, you made his heart pound as much as he made yours, he was just too stubborn to admit it.

When you didn’t say anything, Harry began to remove his hand, but you quickly put your hand on his wrist, keeping him right where he was.

“No? Finally seeing sense?”

“You’re an ass,” you said, but slouched against him further.

His lips were on your jaw, but you could hardly feel them, could hardly feel anything but his hand moving beneath yours. “Heard that before.”

His free hand snuck under your shirt, tracing patterns in your skin as they moved up your stomach toward your chest. “I’m better—fuck—better off without you.”

Harry chuckled before nipping at your jaw and soothing the spot with his tongue. “Oh yeah?”

“I’m not playing these games with you anymore. I—I know what I want. This is the last time.”

“Heard that before too,” he said before ripping his hands away without any warning.

You let out a broken cry, but the tips of Harry’s fingers were on your mouth, dipping inside and shutting you up before you could speak. He raised a brow at you, that smug, condescending smirk on his face that drove you insane.

“Better make it count then, shouldn’t I? Gotta make you miss me.”

Whimpering around his fingers, you held on tight as he picked you up again, presumably to take you to bed. Harry set you down irreverently, his movements languid as he removed his clothes and joined you on top of his sheets.

A complete and utter tease, that’s what he was. Everything he did was to bring you to the brink, but never quite getting you there—touches that lacked the right amount of pressure, kisses and bites that just missed your most sensitive spots, hands that massaged around the places you needed him most.

Harry wanted you to be the one to pull him closer, to push him in the right direction, to finally give in. You were holding out, but you could only wait so long before you combusted.

In a fit of frustration, you swiveled until you were on top of him, legs on either side of his waist.

His grin was crooked as he took you in, from your head all the way to where your skin met his. “A shame this is the last time,” he said, resting his hands on either side of your hips. “I would’ve liked to paint you just like this. Guess I’ll just have to find someone el—”

In one fluid movement, you shut him up, rocking your hips back and forth in a way that had him closing his eyes. “Shut up. Don’t ruin this for me.”

Harry peeked an eye open, a grin that screamed pleasure on his face. He took a coil of your hair and twirled it around his finger and admired it. “Go on then.”

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Yeah…that wasn’t going to be the last time.

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obrother1976 · 7 months

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can u make like. ur top 10 books. freak books. anything. kisses your brain

sure!! these r not gonna be ranked bc god knows i could never choose between them & also im gonna be annoying and ramble a bit about every one

death in venice by thomas mann (classic. but its so rich w metaphors and symbolism. if you do read it, i'd recommend reading "the uses of myth in death in venice" by isadore traschen afterwards, bc it does a great job explaining all the freudian allegories and mythological symbolism and u'll literally be tearing ur hair out afterwards over how brilliant thomas mann was)

the carnivorous lamb by agustín gómez-arcos (idc that i've already talked about this a gajillion times on here. its literally the best book i've ever read. i'll forever be obsessed and i wish there was literally anything that could ever hit as hard as this did. if u read it, anon (if u havent already) dont go through the carnivorous lamb tag on here bc u need to experience this without any big prior knowledge. trust me)

erotism: death and sensuality by george bataille (ik im just listing the classics atp. but how could i ever leave that one out. this ones a lot and depending on how into bataille & philosophy in general u are it could be too much. but if u havent already read this one anon, just read the introduction. trust me ure gonna loose it from that alone)

gemini by michel tournier (this one... took me ages to get through it on my first read bc of the way its written, but it was so worth it. not even gonna say much about this one - its basically like if twins by bari wood was good lmao)

incest: from a "journal of love": the unexpurgated diary of anais nin, 1932-1934 (or every anais nin diary ever in general, but this one especially. there was just no one that got it quite like she did)

indecent theology: theological perversions in sex, gender and politics by marcella althaus-reid (sorry for literally recommending theory. im pretty sure u were asking for fiction lol, but this (& althaus-reid in general) is everything to me. if u've any interest whatsoever in theology u should check this one out)

the sluts by dennis cooper (slightly controversial opinion i think? not that the book itself is controversial, just that dennis cooper is very hit and miss at times. this book tho, definite hit. its so intense and convoluted and i loved every second of it. read this before death and sensuality and u're guaranteed to think of nothing else for at least a month)

querelle of brest by jean genet ("those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!". kind of a classic since theres also the fassbinder movie but i prefer the book tbh. its been a while since i've read it but it'll forever be in my favourites)

crash by j.g. ballard (yeah ik we've all seen crash but i need more ppl to read the book. hold on actually i need to insert one of my favourite bits from it here:

Reaching through the fractured windshields and passenger windows around me, I marked my semen on the oily instrument panels and binnacles, touching these wound areas at their most deformed points.)

ada, or ardor: a family chronicle by vladimir nabokov (one of the most beautiful books i've ever read. probably not the most helpful recommendation bc im pretty sure its a classic but i cant not mention it.)

also some bonus recommendations of books that didnt make the list bc they're either not freak books or bc i havent read them yet:

christopher and his kind by christopher isherwood (not a freak book. not even remotely. but will forever have a special place in my heart.)

the sparrow by maria doria russell (read this one anon!!! this would be on the list, but im not fully finished w it yet so i cant officially put it in my top 10 yet)

exquisite corpse by poppy z. brite (havent read that one yet but its on my list!!)

autobiography of red by anne carson (not a freak book. beautifully written, a work of art really)

as meat loves salt by maria mccann (havent read that one yet. hoping its as good as everyone says)

skagboys by irvine welsh (one thing about me is that i'll always find a way to mention the trainspotting books)

#u guys r feeding my ego big time w these media asks.#i love doing lists ngl. just waiting patiently until the 'top 10 favourite academic papers?' ask drops lmao #also mwah <3 @ u anon. kissing u for that ask #oh also anon: if u havent already read carnivorous lamb and decide to check it out - u neeeed to listen to velvet voices by townes van zand #while reading it. theres no bigger reason behind that. its just that i listened to it on loop while reading #and that was literally a spiritual experience #ask

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sugarsnappeases · 4 months

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omg kara I love seeing all of ur art thoughts!!! May I ask who your fave artists are?? hope you’re having a lovely night 💕

aaaa hi skye!!!!

ur so sweet and yes ofc you can but i feel like my thoughts are a bit… idk i feel it’s an odd selection

first of all, and also maybe obviously, my baby, vincent van gogh which i feel like is just… i mean of course he’s my favourite but like… that man, right, like he drives me insane. like this is maybe fairly self-explanatory, everyone loves van gogh

then, and this is also fairly obvious, or to me at least, i am a HUGE michelangelo girly, likeeee the way he views the body is just soooo. it’s exquisite actually and i’m studying his poetry at uni next term which i’m SO excited about!!!! get ready for me to be SO annoying about him

i also had this one artist in my brain for so long and i couldn’t remember her name but it came to me yesterday!! it’s flora yukhnovich and i just love how like dynamic her work is, like nods to classics w this fun kinda twist

umm who else… another more modern artist, aida tomescu, i love her so much, there’s just Something about her pieces, also when i was doing my art a level i looked into her a lot bc i was thinking about process art and that sort of thing which was all really interesting to me

also i think i mentioned this another time but jenny holzer i LOVE, and dante gabriel rossetti (absolute icon like imagine loving dante so much, you change ur name to match his i love him), i also really like modigliani, him and those long necked women lmao, oh and OFC caravaggio i LOVE him (if u couldn’t tell i’m a Major renaissance girly)

anyway these are all just off the top of my head and there are many many more but i’m gonna shut up now lol tysm for asking, hope you’re having a lovely night too <33

#skye tag #asks <3 #also!!! please tell me who ur faves are!!!

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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Ever The Gentleman

Request by Nonny: Love ur Hiddles fics ❤️ Had an idea for a fic where reader is an actress working with Tom and he notices she's not feeling well. Later he notices a blood stain on the back of her pants and realises why she wasn't well and helps her out so she isn't embarrassed. And of course he's such a gentleman about the whole situation.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Actress!Reader

Warning(s): Period things, Tom being a gentlemen, idk man probably some other things I can't think of...

For Tom, today on set had pretty much been a blast...until it wasn't.

He started off in hair and makeup; cracking jokes with Jeni and Abigail the artist and stylist assigned to him. They truly were lovely people--especially when they encouraged his corny "dad" jokes for hours on end.

Then he moved onto wardrobe, where he proceeded to clown around for an hour; whether it be by singing the lyrics to some his favourite renditions of Hank Williams' songs (yes, with the accent), or insisting that he be able to run around the studio to prepare a prank for this "brother from another mother."

The day was going extremely well; it felt like nothing to steal its thunder...

But when he made it onto the sound stage, there was a disturbance in the force; and all it took was a quick glance at you to figure out what it was.

Instead of the usual cheery smile that graced your exquisite face was a frown that could eerily resemble Loki's. A frown of his own flashed across his features; what was upsetting you?

Making his way towards you, he tried to figure out what it could be.

Maybe it's just one of those days where everything goes wrong? Highly unlikely; you were extremely organised; it took a lot for everything to go wrong for you.

Maybe she received some bad news? There was that one roll you were really looking forward to; maybe you didn't get the part?

All possible scenarios came to an abrupt stop when he reached you.

"Are you alright, Darling? You don't look well."

You shifted to face him, "I'm fine, Tommy." He rolled his eyes. You were the only one that could get away with that ridiculous nickname.

"Stop deflecting with that hideous nickname, Darling. I know something is wrong. Your beautiful smile that could rival Asgard itself hasn't graced me with it's presence today."

You slightly smiled at him, "I promise, I'm fine, Tom."

He huffed, "I may only play the God of Lies, but even I could see that you were fibbing."

You chuckled, your radiant smile almost fully appearing.

"Everything is fine Tom, truly. It's just my-"

"Alright my sugar plums, places!"

Tom frowned. Taika truly had the worst timing possible. He vowed to himself then and there that we was going to get to the bottom of this, that he was certain of.

The next time Tom saw you out of a scene was at the end of the day, when you were both heading towards the hair and makeup trailer.

There you were, leaning against the trailer door, probably complimenting the stylists for the umpteenth time today.

He barely managed to hear your "You both do outstanding work, I hope you know that" compliment, but smiled nonetheless. You truly were amazing.

As he began to walk up behind you to join your conversation, it took him all but a few seconds to figure out what had gotten you into your unhappy mood today.

A small little red patch--of what he was assuming was blood--on the back of your pants. Light bulbs went off in his head when he realised why you were feeling unwell today.

With a frown, he made his way over to you and hugged you from behind; achieving a giggle from you.

"Yes Tommy?"

He kissed your cheek and began whispering in your ear.

"Darling, don't be alarmed but you've leaked through your pants."

He felt you blanche and watched as your face drained of it's colour. You began struggling in his arms, trying to escape.

He continued whispering, "It's alright Darling. I'm going to give you my sweater. It should hopefully cover everything."

A subtle nod was all you offered. With that he began rubbing your arms.

"Darling, you're freezing." He quickly pulled off his sweater, "Please, put it on."

You gave him a watery smile and swiftly put it on. And what do you know, it was just oversized enough to cover everything.

Before he could blink, you had spun around and pulled him into a proper hug. Your hands wrapping tightly around his waist as his arms made their way around your shoulders.

"Thank you, Tommy."

He just smiled, nuzzled his nose into your hair and pulled you closer.

The both of you were too caught up in your own little bubble to see that Jeni and Abigail had their matchmaking smiles on...

A/N I’m so sorry this took so long for me to get out. I kind of neglected writing for the whole of October 😬

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #actress!reader #hiddleston #hiddles #hiddlebum #british rpf #rpf

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kylejsugarman · 2 months

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Hiya Syd :) soooo when Jesse starts acting as a parent to Baby does his love for her ever manifest as a new understanding and horrible guilt over what he put his parents through? Does he lay awake at night thinking about how he would feel if he didn’t know if Baby was dead or alive? Does he want to call them so badly even if he doesn’t especially want to talk to them, just to put their minds at ease?

don't ":)" me before putting this in my inbox, u little demon. before i beat u with clubs and sticks, i have to say that the answer to all of these questions is "yes". because at first, jesse is so intensely focused on protecting his new identity and not arousing anyone's suspicion that it's easy some days to like completely displace himself from his roots. he has flashbacks and thinks A Lot about the more recent events of his "old" life, but it's easy for the earlier stuff to trickle out as he cuts ties and almost forget that like. he was a son. fuck, technically he IS a son, but james driscoll basically appeared out of thin air and that's who he is now, right??

but it seeps back in, slowly and painfully—the knowledge that even though he got to start over, his parents didn't. they have to keep living his old life for him. he loses track of baby in a store and even though he finds her just a few minutes later, that desperate, lightheaded panic keeps him up all night not just because it was so deeply and viscerally terrifying but because it wasn't her fault. she hadn't defied him or anything; they just got temporarily separated. but he had done it on purpose. as early as middle school. not coming home, not calling. then he started using and it became harder to come home because of the arguments and the yelling and sure, he didn't feel great then about getting high and leaving home, but he never thought about how it must've felt for his parents. he always just assumed they were glad that he was gone for a while. did his mom feel this way?? this awful panic like his heart was falling down an elevator shaft?? did she see news stories while he was unreachable about gang shootings and car crashes and think he was dead?? do his parents now look at his closed bedroom door and believe—with awful certainty—that he's dead and buried somewhere in the mexican desert??

not knowing then, but knowing now is just so exquisitely painful because in another life, jesse would have been able to come to this realization and talk to his parents about it. sure, it might've been awkward or painful, but it would have been Good and now he can't. he's stuck with this horrible guilt and there's nobody in the entire world he can share it with. he could call them (for all of the memories that've been beaten out of his head, his home phone number is still carved out clearly like the sketches he engraved into his high school chem desktop) and say Something, maybe even pretend to be someone else and give a vague "ur son is okay". but his situation is so precarious. what he has now is so precious, so impossibly rare. he sometimes childishly hopes that his parents just sort of Know that he's safe through some sort of parental intuition, but he understands now from experience that u can never really Know for certain. they'll never Know. and that's the worst part of all. because he got the relief of seeing a lost but unharmed baby at the end of the detergent aisle and rushing over to grab her, but his parents will never get that and he can never give it to them.

#angrylesbianstereotype #ask #syd squeaks #i hate u and am going to kill u ok??#jesse pinkman #baby ayuluk

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bluerskiees · 2 years

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KAKUCHO HITTO FLUFF ☁️

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

□ Sweetest babie 💞

□ Loves holding your hand. Anytime, anywhere.

□ Gets teased a lot by other bonten members for being too lovey dovey with you. But doesn't care.

□ Shy af. Izana had to ask you out him because kaku couldn't utter a word when he was confessing.

□ The best boyfriend in the character book for a reason.

□ Could never afford to loose you or izana. He adores you both so much.

□ Rants stuff about izana and how he's dumb (sometimes).

□ Poor boi was genuinely depressed for so long after izana's death.

□ Blames himself for it. Often gets nightmares about it. But its okay because you're to help him with that now.

□ "I won't let you feel lonely. I'm going... over there, too... right now. Looks like... we sucked at living." - kaku at izana's death.

□ Feels a part of him taken away. Without izana by his side he can't seem to do anything. He just lost the motivation.

□ Went thru an emo phase.

□ Wanted an emo gworl as his gf when they were young.

□ Prefers black, navy blue, maroon and any dark colours over others.

□ You once pranked him by scaring from behind.

□ You got admitted to a hospital, nearly knocking you off to a coma that day because ur loml punched you in the face as a reflex 🥰

□ Apologized countless times and still doesn't forgive himself for that. Even though you said it was okay. Needless to say, you never did any pranks like that after this.

□ Scared of bugs.

□ Actually good at physics and math. I mean duh— all his punches and kicks are well calculated.

□ Give him a gift once, he'd treasure it for th rest of his life.

□ He's great at photography and videography. Also canon cuz I'm ken wakui.

□ Has many pics and vids of you :(♡

□ If he was an emoji, he'd be "🦋"

< Not only does his name mean butterfly, it does suit his personality more than you think it does. In its metamorphosis from the common, colorless caterpillar to the exquisite winged creature of delicate beauty, the butterfly has become a metaphor for transformation and hope, Both being insanely strong in their own ways, providing hope and support, just like a caterpillar undergoing through a tough that changes its life, kaku went through izana's death and became the man he is today. He definitely did learn a lot of stuffs from izana >

□ You occasionally find him crying in the corner due to stuffs that remind him of izana

□ Loves it when you hug him.

□ Loves pda but still a bit shy.

□ His wardrobe consists of mostly dark coloured cloths.

□ Would kiss your lips/cheeks occasionally if he found you sleeping.

□ Loves helping you when you cook. <3

⤷ ୨🎐୧࿐ @lovingyuzuhafr

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wulfhalls · 1 year

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Bestie I miss Cathy and Pete 😔

licherally can u believe we got all of this and 383992 more things??????? they served such exquisite we're both deeply deranged as separate people but also about each other and even more so together excellence ✨️ when u have to kill the love of ur life who u know u can't live without because he fucked and killed ur mother but u can't do it because u love him but u have to because u love him and he wouldn't respect or love u if u didn't but u can't but u do and then he's dead and u wish u were too u break apart because u truly can't live without him but then u didn't actually kill HIM and so u don't have to live without him but where do u even go from there like. I hope s3 is exclusively them doing couples therapy mediated by the swedes <333

#im soooooooooooooo in love with their love #asks #the great #catherine x peter

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scribble-dribble-writes · 1 year

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heyho,

i sae ur taking requests and since I absolutely love ur writing I want to request a moderAU!Obi-Wan x wife!reader (married for 10 years). Just them walking through an old little english or scottish town. Thats it. Do what ever u want with it I just wish for toothrotting fluff.

Lots of love and have fun.

Just finished watching Sanditon so this is a perfect ask. Also I've set it in Sanditon when they are in their courtship if that's ok, if it's not let me know, I will rewrite it or write a part two with a time jump 💖

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Seaside hope

He walked beside you, the twilight sky perfect enough for an evening stroll to get a bit of sea air. Sanditon was put on the map for it’s vibrancy and new cultural scene that you travelled from London to see what it was all about. This change was welcomed, your life had hit a bit of stale end in the city. Your season wasn’t successful, all the men only wanted was to know if your father was well capable to satisfy their financial needs or if by being with you could propel them within the ranks of society. You had nothing to offer, except your love for your pianoforte and writing poems.

But as he trailed by your side, letting you set the pace, allowing you to sink back into moments of quiet contemplation, he was quiet like the soft waves that treaded the shore. This felt different. It lacked the city bustle or comparison to the monarchy, this felt unique and wild, like the woods by your farm.

“I’m afraid I’m haven’t been exciting company.”, you smiled feeling a little sheepish sure that he was bored.

“You’ve mistaken me then. I like our walks.”, he responded politely throwing you a sideward glance.

“Its just that, I miss this when I go back to London. The crisp air is replaced with smoke and endless crowds of suffocating conversation.”, you stopped to pick up a shell and he stopped too.

You looked up at him expecting a reply but instead caught him admiring you, the edges of his eyes crinkled with a bemused smile. You looked away, your cheeks began to grow warm.

He cleared his throat as you resumed your walk,

“Polite society is often disappointing.”, he agreed with you and it gave you a false sense of hope. That he liked you as you were.

“Then it’s decided. We shall run away to the woods to live like elves.”, you smile feeling comfortable around him to share your fantasies.

“Or we could be mermaids.”, he looked at the sea and it filled your mind with an image of him walking up the shore from a swim and your heart began to beat faster.

“I did not think you to be one to sit back and fantasize about mysteries.”, you furrow your brows.

“I fantasize often these days.”, he held your gaze as his eyes slipped to your lips before he diverted his gaze and the hope in your chest was beginning to take root stronger.

You wanted to have a portrait of him or a miniature that you could keep within the pages of your book because he looked magnificent, that even if he were an elf or a mermaid it would make sense. His hair, a glorious bronze and his skin held the magic of being sun kissed. His coat was of exquisite quality and he always dressed himself to an impeccable standard, that it sunk deeper knowing yet again you would have nothing to offer him.

The city was beginning to grow quite and your time had come, to return to your lodgings when he offered he would walk you home to which you agreed, it would give you more time to linger in his presence before you let him go.

But as the winding streets and the shadows gave you the privacy, you felt his fingers reach for yours and there it was. A spark, like a warm fire in winter, or a cup of tea in your hands. The soothing comfort of his hidden smile or the blue shine of his eyes. You allowed yourself to hold his hand, just buying time before you tell him the truth. That your father was a small merchant and you weren’t the diamond of the season. The steps to your door appeared and your time was up, he began to say something but you stepped away softly pulling your hand out of his hold. His brows furrowed in confusion as you hovered by the gate.

“I have nothing to offer you, Mr. Kenobi.”, you said quietly as much as it wrenched your heart. This had been nice when it had lasted but what you had with him belonged in books, not here, not in London.

“That’s not true. I thought we were past formalities.”, his smile was steady as he stepped closer but it looked as though he hung on your every word.

“What do your mean?”, you asked and the colour rushed back to his cheeks.

“Your promise still hold true does it not?”, he asked with a sense of mischief to it.

“What promise?”, you ask confused, tracing back to your conversations to know what he could mean.

“Your offer to runaway to the woods with you.”, he said confidently drawing closer his warm gloved hand taking yours.

“Oh.”, you respond feeling flustered knowing he had remembered your ramblings.

“That was merely a jest.”, you laugh trying to convince him but it didn’t seem to deter him.

“Oh no that will not do.”, He pursed his lips as though he was disappointed.

“My only need in a suitor was to know she believed in elves.”, he smiled as he spoke with a dramatic flair to which you couldn’t help but mirror his smile.

“So it’s a shame,”, he leaned in, the smell of his cologne making you giddy.

“you were perfect.”, he whispered and it was as though you had plunged your hand into cold water, all this exciting and wild.

“But if you ever reconsider then I wish to call on you again.”, he said slowly, the sparkle in his eyes were evident.

“There’s a lovely pianoforte but no one to play in my Manor. And a library if you wish to read.”, he elaborated as though spending time with him was not enough of a reason to say yes.

“A pianoforte, then I have to say yes.”, you widened your eyes with a cheeky grin to watch him concede.

“But any time spent with you is a splendid evening.”, you said sweetly as you kissed his cheek and now watched his face turn red. He fumbled for words as he stood there, his eyes enchanted with the sight you.

“Till tomorrow.”, you bid him goodbye the last sight of him standing outside your door, his hand touching his cheek and a soft smile.

Perhaps, Sanditon was were all there magic happened.

#obi wan my beloved #obi wan imagine #obi wan kenobi #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan x reader #obi wan #obiwan x fluff #obiwan kenobi

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