#hunter only gave him a LITTLE bit of a hard time about it

[smartycvnt]

Title: Idiot

Pairing: Dom Mysterio x Reader

Prompt: N/A

Word Count: 1236

Dom knew that it was only a matter of time. You had been incredibly up front with him about your past with Finn whenever he joined Judgement Day. A few other wrestlers knew about your past relationship with the Irishman, but for the most part, Creative had no idea. At least they hadn't until Becky's book was released and the internet seemed to go wild over the news.

You had been put in romantic storylines before, ones that Dom hadn't cared so much about. Guys like Grayson and Austin weren't really your type. If anything, Dom had been more upset whenever people pointed out the way you had looked at Tegan more than whenever you were pretending to pine after Waller at NXT.

Watching you hang off of Finn's arm for the backstage segment made Dom's blood boil. For the past few weeks, Dom hadn't been able to get the image of you doing the things for Finn that you did for Dom. It didn't help that you seemed to genuinely work Finn up whenever you had your hands all over him.

"Come back with those title belts, and I'll see what I can do for you baby," you told Finn. You dragged your hand along his chest slowly, fingers pressing in just a little. Finn bit his lip as he looked at you, nodding subtly before he walked off screen. The cameras cut and almost immediately, you hopped over to Dom and Rhea.

"I don't think that was very PG," Rhea teased. You rolled your eyes as you tried to move into Dom's arms before he had to go out. Dom usually opened right up so you could stand with him, but tonight, he seemed a bit closed off.

"Hunter wants it to feel natural, that's all," you told her. Rhea knew that you'd never do something to hurt Dom, not knowingly. This was just work, and Dom had promised that he understood it before you agreed to the angle.

"Well, just don't overdo it. You know how rumors tend to fly," Rhea warned you. Dom walked away, moving to walk out. You frowned at the way that he hadn't even acknowledged you. Dom wasn't like that, he never had been with you.

You hoped that it was just his nerves, but even after the match, Dom wasn't acting like himself. You weren't sure what to do as you went out for your own match. He was usually there to give you a good luck kiss, but Dom was nowhere to be seen. However, when you turned around, Finn was there with a camera crew behind him.

"I know that I didn't come back with the title, but that doesn't mean you can't. Kiss for luck?" Finn looked a little reluctant to be standing there. You swallowed back all of the negative feelings that this gave you to press a kiss to Finn's cheek. He sent you an apologetic look as you walked through the curtains.

It should have been the best match of your career, but instead, all you could think about was how Dom hadn't been there for you. You went out to win your first title, and Dom hadn't come out to see you. The excitement of it was drowned out by feeling like you were completely alone. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, but they weren't happy ones for all of your hard work paying off.

Every single congratulatory message from your friends and coworkers backstage only made you cry even harder. All you wanted was for Dom to wrap you up in his arms and tell you he was proud of you or that he loved you. Instead, you had nearly everybody else on the roster telling you how good you were, but you couldn't enjoy it. You couldn't bask in the glory of nearly a decade of hard work.

"Uh oh, those aren't happy tears." You turned around at the sound of Tyson Kidd's voice behind you. He had always been like your big brother, watching your back whenever you didn't think anybody was paying attention to you. "You just won the big one, what's wrong?"

"Dom, he isn't here. He's the only person I want to see right now, and he's not here. Where is he? What did I do? It's like he hates me," you cried. Tyson pulled you into a tight hug, holding you as you let out sob after sob. It would have been a sweet moment, something the social medias would have wanted if only you weren't so upset.

You were so caught up in crying and ranting to Tyson that you missed Dom walk up with Rhea and Damian at his sides. He looked like a kicked puppy as he stood behind you, waiting for you to finish. Tyson gently pried you away from him and directed you towards Dom, who looked extremely guilty. Damian and Rhea looked livid as they both glared daggers at the young man standing in between them.

"Ash, baby, I'm sorry," Dom apologized. He took a step towards you and knelt down in front of you. You glanced down, unsure of what to say or do. "I've been an asshole all night, and I don't deserve to celebrate with you, but I am begging you to please not shut me out. I should have kissed you before you went out. I should have been the first person to congratulate you because you've done all of those things for me. I was being a stupid asshole, and I am sorry."

"Why Dom? What's been going on with you because it hasn't just been tonight that you've acted like that?" you asked him. Dom sighed as he stood up again. He didn't want to admit his feelings, they made him feel ridiculous. Dom trusted you not to do something like cheat on him, but he was terrified that you'd realize you still loved Finn.

"I realized that I did not like the way that you looked at Finn. It was like you loved him still. Every time that I closed my eyes at night, I saw you running back to him because he's better than me. He never would have treated you how I was, and honestly, you deserve better than me. You really do," Dom told you. You knew that Dom could be difficult at times, but you felt like you had loved him since you were at the PC together.

"You're right, I deserve better than how you've been treating me. That is exactly why you're going to treat me better than that Dom. You'll treat me how I deserve. You'll be there for me when I need you because I can't be made to feel like this every single time that you get jealous," you told him. Dom nodded as he stood up.

"Can I please have a kiss?" Dom asked you. You practically launched yourself into his arms. He pressed several kisses to your jaw as he held you. You broke into a new fit of tears, this time happier than the ones you had just shed. Dom wiped them away, muttering how proud he was of you as he did so. It sort of made it worse, but Dom still happily kissed away each of your tears as they fell before his lips settled against yours. "I am so proud of you. My precious champion."

#wwe x reader #my writing #one shot #wwe #dom mysterio x reader #dom mysterio #the judgement day x reader #the judgement day

[hyperfixated-chaos]

Hunter then proceeded to fight off a wannabe mugger who'd been following them, trying to steal Eda's money.

OcTOHber Day 6! The prompt was "town," and I've needed an excuse to draw more @toh-tagteam-au fanart. So here we are. They're siblings, your honour <3

(Obviously, no reposting or using without permission!)

#until yogurthoops themself tells me otherwise i am pretending that this happened #and king ended up staying on hunters shoulder until they were back at the owl house because he was freaked out #but refused to admit that #hunter only gave him a LITTLE bit of a hard time about it #the owl house #toh #fanart #octohber 2022 #kay's art #tag team au fanart #hunter the golden guard #king clawthorne #king and hunter are sibs

[fatecantstopme]

Spell Bound

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader

Summary: It's sex pollen...I couldn't help myself.

Warnings: cursing, use of pet names. An excessive amount of heavy SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), rough sex, oral (F receiving), multiple cream pies

"I freaking hate witches," Dean mumbled as he picked the lock on the apartment door.

You chuckled softly, very used to hearing him grumble every time you were hunting a witch.

He slowly walked into the apartment and you followed in after him.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" you asked quietly.

"Big scary magic book. Sam said it's probably on or near some kind of altar."

"Big scary magic book," you muttered under your breath. "Makes perfect sense."

You sighed as you walked into the living room and noticed several bookcases lined with large books. "You've gotta be kidding me."

Dean shot you a weary smile. "Guess it might take a little longer than I thought."

"You think?"

You took one side of the room and Dean took the other. Sam had described the look of the book to the both of you, but there was really no way to be 100% certain if you found it.

About 15 minutes into your perusal, you spotted a large leather-bound book tucked under what appeared to be an altar cloth. You slowly removed the cloth, wary of what you might uncover. The book was almost exactly as Sam had described, so you had a feeling it was the right one.

"I think I found it," you said aloud.

At almost the same exact moment, a crash sounded from behind you and Dean let out a string of curses.

You spun around to see the hunter brushing off some sort of florescent pink dust from his face. "What the hell did you do?"

"I was moving some of the books and this box fell out and some powder just kinda...sprayed my face."

"Seriously?"

He looked sheepish. "I didn't even see it."

You sighed. "Great. God only knows what the hell that was."

He looked at the box carefully, but there was nothing written on it to identify the powdery substance he had inhaled. He gave you another sheepish look and shrugged. "Maybe it's not harmful."

You shot him a stony look. "Dean...it's a witch. It's not gonna be fairy dust."

He sighed, knowing you were right. He started shifting his shoulders a bit as if he was uncomfortable.

"Let's get out of here. I'll call Sam on the way back to the motel and see if he has any idea what it could be."

Dean nodded and followed you out the door. By the time you got outside the building and to the car, he was twitching like an addict in need of a fix.

"Dean?" you asked tentatively.

"My skin feels like it's on fire and--and it's like--itchy. And there's a weird feeling inside that I can't describe, but it doesn't feel nice."

"Okay...how 'bout I drive?"

He looked up at you with concerned eyes, but he handed you the keys and got into the passenger seat. You knew he must really be feeling terrible if he was letting you drive Baby.

You started the car up and pulled out of the parking spot while simultaneously calling Sam on your cell. He answered on the third ring.

"Dean got some sort of witchy powder on his face and now he's...itchy?" you said quickly in lieu of a greeting.

Sam sighed. "What are his symptoms?"

You put the phone on speaker. "Dean, what are your symptoms?"

Dean couldn't look at you and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a growl. "I feel like crawling out of my own skin, everything aches, and I'm having a hard time breathing right. Oh and I can literally smell (Y/N)'s skin, which is totally not normal!"

"You can smell my skin?"

He grumbled under his breath. "I can smell your skin and your shampoo and your goddamn body wash, and I want--fuck. What the hell is wrong with me, Sam?"

"Uh, I honestly don't know. Let me call Bobby and see if he has any ideas."

You set the phone down on the seat beside you. "Maybe you're turning into some kind of animal?"

"What?"

"Well, I mean...you can smell me...which is weird and kind of--animalistic."

"I don't think that's it," he said harshly. "My body is aching in a way I can't even begin to describe to you, but I don't think I'm morphing into anything."

You eyed him carefully, worry etched into your face. He was your closest friend and trusted hunting partner, and you hated seeing him like this. Witches scared the shit out of you...you knew what they were capable of.

"Maybe drive a little faster," he hissed.

You pressed harder on the gas and the Impala shot down the road. When your phone rang, you answered it immediately.

"So I think I might know what it is, but I have something I need to ask Dean first," Sam said.

"Okay." You looked at Dean. "Can you hold the phone? Sam wants to ask you something."

Dean took the phone from your hand, hissing as his skin made contact with yours. "What?" he grumbled.

"This is gonna be awkward, but I need to know, okay? Do you feel--umm--aroused at all?"

Dean was silent for a moment as he let his brother's question sink in. Ohhh fuuuuck, he thought to himself. He glanced down at his jeans and noticed the bulge straining against them. With the intense pain he was experiencing, he hadn't really noticed. "Son of a bitch," he mumbled. "Yeah."

"Okay, well the good news is, I know what it is. It's called sex pollen."

"It's called what?"

"Sex pollen. The name doesn't really matter, but you have all the symptoms. They're only going to get worse until--well until you die."

"Die? Is there a cure?"

You looked over at Dean in terror, your foot pressing down even further on the pedal. Dean's hand was shaking slightly as he put the phone on speaker so you could hear.

"You have to--uhh--well--shit. You have to umm...fuck it out."

"I have to what?"

"Dude, I know, okay? But you don't have a choice. If you don't you'll die a rather painful death."

"Son of a bitch," Dean said again. "Can I, umm, take care of it myself?"

"According to what Bobby read, the only option is actual intercourse with another person."

"How long do I have?"

You were acutely aware of Dean's close proximity to you, and now you understood the nature of his pain. Your own breathing was more labored, but you desperately tried to maintain control of yourself. Don't make it weird, (Y/N), you thought to yourself.

"30 minutes from the time of contact until...until death," Sam answered.

"30 minutes?" you gasped. You started doing the math in your head as Dean continued talking to his brother. "We have maybe 10 more minutes until we get back to the motel and that leaves about 10 until..."

Dean looked over at you, his normally green eyes dark with need. "I'm so fucked," he muttered.

"That doesn't really leave us time to find someone for you to--you know," you said worriedly.

"Shit."

"Might wanna make it fast," Sam said.

"Obviously," Dean snapped. "How long will it take to...get out of my system?"

"That depends," Sam began. "If it's meaningless, one and done. If it's someone you care about...that's another story."

"Another story?"

"It could take a lot longer."

"Great," you mumbled.

"Sam, don't be there when we get there," Dean growled at his brother before hanging up the phone.

"Dean?" you questioned softly.

"Just drive, (Y/N)."

You continued driving, but your focus was most definitely not on the road. You could hear the heavy breathing and the soft pained sounds coming from the man beside you and it made it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else. It certainly didn't help that you had wanted him for years and seeing him like this was making you feel things you absolutely shouldn't be feeling.

Dean flirted with you regularly, but he flirted with almost every person he came into contact with. It's just a part of his personality, so you never read into it. While Dean quite obviously adored you (and you him), you were not his type. You were a good fighter, sure, but where you really excelled was research. You were brilliant--almost as knowledgable as Bobby, though you still had plenty to learn. You were also significantly more--voluptuous than the women Dean gravitated to. Soft, chubby, more to love--whatever you wanna call it. As such, you'd never made any sort of move to announce your feelings for him. You didn't want to face his rejection.

"Sweetheart, if you don't speed up, I'm liable to die before we make it there," Dean hissed.

You shot him a look. "We're less than two minutes away, so don't die on me yet, Winchester."

He exhaled sharply and nodded. "I'm not gonna make it either way, (Y/N). Like you said, we don't have enough time to find a, uh--partner."

You took a deep breath. "I can't let you die."

He looked over at you and you felt his gaze boring right into your soul. "I can't do that to you."

"I really don't see how we have much of a choice here."

You pulled into the motel parking lot before he could respond.

"Let's go," you said quickly as you got out of the car and made your way to your room.

Dean was right behind you, so close you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. As soon as the door was unlocked, Dean was pushing you through it and locking it behind you.

"Shit," he muttered. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"It's okay, Dean," you said softly. "I'm not afraid."

His eyes widened and he grabbed your chin. "You should be...I'm going to lose control."

"It's alright...use me."

He let out a low growl and squeezed your chin tighter. "I--I won't be able to make this good for you."

You pressed yourself against his body, feeling the hard ridges against you. "It's not about me. You need this."

That was all it took for Dean to let go. His lips attacked yours with a hunger you were not expecting despite the intensity of the situation. He was not at all gentle as he tore your clothes from your body, ripping his own off with equal force.

He tossed you down on the bed with shocking ease. He had absolutely no difficulty manhandling you. You weren't sure if it was the sex pollen or just him.

His lips and hands were everywhere, touching every inch of your soft skin he could possibly reach. He needed to be inside of you so badly it was almost impossible to breathe. His skin burned with each touch and his instincts screamed at him to just break you.

He moves his way down your body and you're surprised as he stops just above your core. "Dean, what are you doing?" You knew he needed a release--and soon--or he wasn't gonna make it.

A voice in the back of his mind kept reminding him this was (Y/N), his (Y/N). Even in his current state, he wanted to avoid hurting you if he could. "Need to get you ready," he grunted.

The words were barely out of his mouth before he was devouring your pussy. The sounds he made were incredible, the feeling almost electrifying. He slid two fingers in and moved them in a scissoring motion to help loosen you up.

He was only down there for a 30 seconds before he came up and locked eyes with you. "I can't hold off anymore."

You nodded. "Just let go. I'll be okay."

He knew the moment he slid inside you, he'd be a goner. Whatever tiny amount of self control he'd managed to hang onto would disappear in an instant. But he could also feel the roaring agony inside him and he needed to feed it before it devoured him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against your ear a split second before he sheathed himself fully inside you.

You cried out--pain mixing with pleasure as his large member stretched you in ways you'd never before experienced.

Dean couldn't give you time to adjust--he was too far gone. His hips began to move and his sole focus was on his own pleasure--his own release.

His thrusts were powerful and fast, so much so that your body started to scoot farther up the bed. He grabbed your hips and held you in place, pace never faltering. The sensations were almost painful given his size, but you wouldn't have stopped him even if you could have.

"Fuck, baby--you feel so good," he grunted.

You were more than a little surprised when he spoke--you hadn't pegged him as a dirty talker. Then again, it could very well have been the pollen. The same could be said of the sounds coming from his mouth. You'd never heard such sinful noises and you loved them.

"So tight--squeezing me so good. Feels like heaven."

You squeezed his cock purposefully, making him groan each time you clenched down. He needed his release and you were gonna make sure he got it. Your own enjoyment was far from your mind--this was essentially a transaction--a lifesaving measure. You had to view it that way to protect your heart...at least that's what you told yourself.

"Baby," he moaned. "Imma fill you up--so close."

Despite the voice in your head telling you this wasn't real--that you shouldn't have any emotional attachments--you reached up and touched his face, caressing it lovingly. "Cum for me, Dean," you whispered.

His eyes locked on yours and he bit his lip--hearing you say his name in the heat of the moment was a bigger turn on than he'd ever imagined. It pushed him right over the edge and he spilled inside of you with a grunt.

You lay beneath him, panting despite the minimal exertion on your part. He'd had his orgasm, but he was still moving, much to your surprise. "You're not done--?"

He shook his head. "Need more."

He pulled out and quickly flipped you over with no warning. You instinctively lifted your hips to allow him access, which he took without hesitation. His cock was still throbbing and the need still burned in his veins. His mind remained singularly focused on his relief--his pleasure.

He slammed into your pussy and set a brutal pace, earning a cry of pain from your lips. This new angle allowed him better access, sending his cock deeper inside of you. His head brushed against your cervix with each thrust, a stinging pain accompanying the pleasure.

Dean's large palm came down on your ass with a hard smack, eliciting a gasp of surprise from your lips. Your pussy clamped down on his cock as he landed another slap to your round cheek.

"Fuck baby, you like that don't you?" Smack. "You like it when I slap this sexy ass?" Smack. "Fuck--squeezing me so tight, sweetheart." Smack.

He was right though, you loved it. You always had, but there was something extra enjoyable about having your ass smacked by Dean Fucking Winchester. Even if you couldn't verbally express your pleasure to him, your pussy made it well-known.

Dean's right hand gripped your hips tightly, pulling you flush against him as he continued pumping. His left hand trailed up your back until he grabbed a fist full of hair at the base of your neck and pulled. Your head snapped back and you cried out, but you didn't fight him.

"Do you know how badly I've wanted to pull this hair, pretty girl? Fuck--I think about it all the time." His pace was relentless and his hand remained entangled in your hair.

You'd never really noticed him looking at your hair in any particular way, so you assumed once again the pollen was making him say such dirty little things.

After several more thrusts, Dean let go of your hair and pushed down on your upper back, forcing you to press your upper body into the mattress. Dean gripped your hips with both of his hands and slammed into you with an intensity that was unmatched by any of his previous actions.

You had a feeling he was close to another orgasm, at least if his grunts and curses were anything to go by. You clenched down around him again, intent on pushing him past the brink.

It worked like a charm. Dean came with a cry of your name, thrusts continuing as he emptied inside of you once again.

You were exhausted and you hadn't had a single orgasm. Part of you really hoped Dean had gotten it all out of his system, but another part of you didn't want this to end. Even if it wasn't real--even if he didn't actually want to be having sex with you, you liked pretending, if only for a little while.

Dean pulled out of you slowly and rolled you over with a surprising gentleness. You assumed that meant he was satiated and the pollen was out of his system.

When you met his eyes, you were surprised by how brilliantly green they were. You'd almost gotten used to the dark forest color that had taken over as a result of the pollen. He was looking at you with an odd expression you couldn't quite place, but for some reason it made you want to scurry away and hide.

"Better?" you whispered.

He cocked his head to the side and a small smirk played on his lips. "Not even close," he murmured.

His lips met yours in a fiery kiss before you had time to respond. Unlike the previous kisses, this one was more passionate, more intense. It made your body tingle all over and a warmth spread through your veins.

Dean's brain fog had finally cleared enough that he could actually slow down and focus on what was happening--on what he was doing, or rather who. He hated that he'd cum twice without even thinking about you, let alone making you orgasm. Dean prided himself on being an excellent lover and he wasn't about to let you leave this bed unsatisfied.

His cock brushed against your pussy as he shifted to hold you closer. You both inhaled sharply, enjoying the sensation. Dean's lips began to travel down your neck, leaving soft, wet kisses in his wake. He nipped at your pulse point, earning an excited moan from you. He liked hearing that sound, so he sucked on that spot until you were panting heavily beneath him.

His hands traveled over your soft curves, touching and squeezing all the parts of your body you were self-conscious about. Dean didn't seem to give a damn that your stomach wasn't flat, that your hips weren't narrow and your thighs weren't skinny--in fact, he seemed to be reveling in the feeling of softness.

His lips were so gentle as he continued his downward movements. He kissed and licked and sucked on each of your breasts, spending several minutes focusing on each one. "You have such perfect breasts," he murmured.

You were too surprised, and perhaps too lost in pleasure, to formulate any kind of response to his words. Luckily, he didn't seem to need one, and he refocused his attention on you.

Once he was satisfied your breasts had received enough love, he continued moving down your stomach, stopping to place soft kisses to every mark and scar he saw.

When he reached your sweet pussy, he spread your legs as wide as he could and settled down between them. You were surprised at his actions, especially since you knew he was still hard--that he still needed another release.

Dean was now singularly focused on one thing--and that was you. Now that his damn brain was working properly, he wanted to make sure you enjoyed this--even if it was a one time thing because you didn't want him to die, he wasn't about to walk away from this without making you scream his name at least once.

He breathed in deeply, smelling your arousal mixed with his own spend, and he smirked. His eyes flicked up to yours and his mouth latched onto your clit, unleashing an overwhelming assault on your swollen mound.

You gasped as the sudden pleasure washed over you. You couldn't take your eyes off the man between your legs--nor did he take his eyes off you. Every time your hips bucked or you tried to move, his strong arms held you in place so he could continue to watch you.

You were writhing against the sheets in what felt like seconds--it was probably longer, but either way you felt embarrassed at how quickly you fell apart under his touch. Your orgasm tore through you like a hurricane, broken moans dripping from your lips.

To your shock, and perhaps concern, Dean didn't stop his assault on your pussy. Even as you tried to squirm away, he held you in place, desperate to give you another orgasm. You whimpered that it was too much, begged him to give you a break, but all of those words quickly morphed into pleas to keep going--don't stop.

"Dean," you gasped as your fingers slipped into his hair, grabbing hold of the short locks by the roots. Your nails scrapped lightly against his scalp and he let out a soft groan.

His tongue seemed to dance across your clit, creating beautiful designs and languages only he seemed to know. He paid attention to what motions made you quiver, which ones made you moan, and which ones had you tugging on his hair with an iron grip.

"Dean, please--I--so close," you moaned.

He smiled, enjoying the immense pleasure he was giving you just as much as you seemed to enjoy it. A few moments later, you were once again coming apart against his mouth and he eagerly lapped up everything you had to give him.

This time as you tugged on his hair and squirmed away, he obliged, lifting himself up from between your thighs. He licked his lips as he looked down at your blissed out face.

"You taste like heaven, baby," he murmured. "Wanna taste?"

Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes widened and you nodded hesitantly. He smiled wolfishly as he leaned down to kiss you, tongue invading your mouth almost instantly, allowing you to taste yourself.

You moaned into the kiss and he held you even more tightly, lips sealed to yours like he needed your air to breathe.

He wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed to control his urges long enough to coax two orgasms from you, but he could feel that control waning. "I need you, baby," he whispered against your lips. "I need you so badly."

You looked up at him, a small smile playing on your lips. You lifted your hips to brush against his cock and he groaned at the contact. You nipped at his jaw and pulled him back down to you. "Fuck me, Dean. Please."

He groaned. "Yes ma'am."

He didn't hesitate as he gripped his cock firmly and lined it up with your entrance. He slipped inside easily, having plenty of lubrication to assist him. Despite having been inside of you multiple times at this point, he was still taken aback by how fucking incredible you felt.

"God, I love this pussy," he murmured. "She was made for me."

You moaned softly at his words and the feeling of him inside you once again. As he started to move, he was much more gentle and you found yourself enjoying the sensations--perhaps more than you should.

"You're so good for me, (Y/N)," Dean mumbled, already lost in the feeling of you.

You would have given anything to hear him say that, but the words broke your heart a little. Had he had any other choice, he likely wouldn't be here right now--you wouldn't be the one he was fucking.

"Hey," he whispered, a rough, calloused hand running along your cheek as he looked at you. "Where's that pretty little head at?"

You smiled at him. "Right here, Dean."

Somewhere inside of him, he knew you were lying, but the damn pollen was still affecting his senses. He accepted your response and went back to his actions, focusing on the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock like a vise.

He wanted to feel you cum one more time...wanted to feel the way you'd squeeze his cock as you came. He wanted to watch you come undone beneath him, lost in pleasure he gave you.

He grabbed a pillow and gently lifted your hips, sliding the pillow under them. This provided him a new, improved angle, allowing him to cage you beneath him and hit that sweet spot inside you.

"Dean!" you gasped as the first thrust hit your g-spot.

He grinned and picked up his pace, slamming into it repeatedly. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge of an orgasm you knew would ruin you. Dean Winchester already made you feel things no other man ever had and his ability in bed was no exception. Damn him.

His thrusts were firm and measured, each one sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through your body. The familiar tightening in your gut was so intense you thought you might actually explode.

Dean's strong arms were on either side of your head and he was looking down at you with that same strange expression from earlier. "You're so damn beautiful, baby. I wanna watch this pretty face as you cum for me."

You gasped, unprepared for the way his words made you feel. You felt emboldened, so you asked for what you needed. "I need more, Dean."

His hand slipped between your bodies, a single finger gently massaging your clit as he continued to fuck you. "That better, baby?"

You nodded rapidly, earning a soft chuckle from his sweet lips.

"You gonna cum for me beautiful?"

You nodded again.

"Yeah? I want you to keep those pretty eyes open when you cum, okay? Wanna see you fall apart."

"Dean..." you whispered.

"I know, sweet girl. I've got you."

Your brain seemed to short-circuit in that moment. All you could feel was a blinding hot pressure immediately followed by an intense euphoria. You heard someone scream "Dean!" and you belatedly realized it had been your voice.

The intensity of your orgasm sent Dean spiraling over the edge of his own. He hadn't even been prepared for it--the mixture of you screaming his name and the sensations of you squeezing him so tightly and the gorgeous way your face contorted as you came was all he needed.

He emptied into you a third and final time, his cock finally beginning to soften as he helped you ride out your high.

He pulled out and flopped down beside you on the bed, his body aching from what had to be some of the best sex of his life--sex pollen or not.

You were just as sore as Dean--probably more so given you literally couldn't move. The two of you laid there in silence, slowly coming down from the electrical highs you'd experienced, both trying to catch your breath for the first time in what felt like hours.

Dean was the first to recover. "Did I hurt you?" he asked so softly you almost didn't hear him.

You turned your head to look at him and your heart clenched at the expression on his face. He was genuinely worried, brows furrowed in concern. You contemplated lying to him, but you knew he'd see right through you.

"A little," you said honestly.

He winced and his beautiful eyes closed. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)--I would never hurt you on purpose--ever."

You offered him a small smile he couldn't see, until your hand touched his cheek and he opened his eyes again. "I know."

There were a thousand other things you wanted to say--a thousand words you wanted to string together into just the right sentences, but you couldn't. You wouldn't put yourself through it.

"Shower?" he asked softly.

"I honestly don't think I can stand."

A smirk played on his lips. "That should not make me feel so damn good."

You laughed lightly, glad to hear the teasing tone in his voice that you loved so much.

He managed to pull himself into a sitting position. "It's not ideal, but there is a bathtub..." he trailed off.

"I wouldn't mind a bath," you admitted.

He nodded and got to his feet. He was a little unsteady at first, but managed to make his way to the bathroom. You heard the water running as he filled up the tub.

You laid there thinking about everything that had just happened. This was a position you'd never imagined you'd be in--with anyone, let alone Dean Winchester.

You knew this wasn't something you were going to be able to forget about, but you hoped things would go back to normal between the two of you and eventually this would just be a funny story.

Suddenly, Sam's words from earlier snapped into your mind. "If it's meaningless, one and done. If it's someone you care about...that's another story."

One and done...one and done. This most definitely had not been a 'one and done' scenario. But didn't that mean...? No. No way. Impossible. Dean Winchester does NOT have feelings for you.

You began to rationalize your thought process. Maybe "care about" included a friendly relationship. Yeah...yeah that made the most sense. Of course Dean cares about you. You're his best friend. There couldn't possibly be anything more to it...right?

As if on cue, Dean stepped back into the room. "Bath's ready."

"Okay." You tried to pull yourself up, but you immediately fell back against the mattress, body too worn out to sustain any kind of movement.

Dean chuckled lightly and came up to the side of the bed. He pulled the pillow out from under your hips and slipped his arms under your body, hoisting you up bridal style.

"Jesus!" you yelled. "Put me down! I'm too heavy--you'll throw out your back."

Dean laughed. "Calm down, (Y/N). I just threw you around this bed repeatedly with zero issues. I promise I can carry you to the bathroom without dying."

"But--"

He glared at you and tightened his grip on you as if to prove his point. "Ain't a damn thing wrong with your body, so shut it."

Your mouth closed immediately. His words sent a jolt directly to your core and you were almost annoyed by it. As if three orgasms wasn't enough...

Dean very gently set you on your feet in the bathroom and slowly helped you into the tub. As soon as he got you into a seated position, he got into the tub as well, slipping in behind you.

"Umm...whatcha doing?"

"Taking a bath."

"Isn't the tub a bit small for both of us?"

You could feel him shrug behind you. "I think it's perfect size. Now come here." He grabbed your shoulders and gently pulled you back so you were laying against his chest. "That's better," he muttered.

Your mind began to race once again as you laid there, body tense and uncomfortable.

"Okay, (Y/N), I know you better than anyone, so don't you dare lie to me. Where's your head at?"

"I--" you sighed. "I'm not really sure how to feel."

He nodded. "I know you didn't want this--I feel like I had to literally force myself onto you and I hate that. I know you only agreed so I wouldn't die, but--"

"Woah--stop." You sat up and turned your head to face him. "That's not true at all. You didn't force me to do anything."

"Okay, maybe 'force' is the wrong word...but you did have sex with me to save my life. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"I'm painfully aware," you muttered.

He ran his hand over his face. "I'm not saying any of this right."

"Then what are you trying to say?"

He bit his lip. "Remember what Sammy said? About...how long the effects would last?"

You nodded.

"Well in case you didn't notice, I had three orgasms."

"Both me and my very sore vagina noticed," you said lightly.

He sighed. "Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you, (Y/N)?"

You turned a little more so you could see his face better. He had that same look he'd had when he was making you feel incredible. "I need to hear you say it..." you whispered.

He nodded and leaned forward so his face was mere inches from yours. "He didn't mean 'care' as in 'we're friends, so I care about you'...he meant 'care' as in 'love'."

Your lips parted and you inhaled sharply.

"So you see, I don't just care about you as a friend...and I don't just love you as a friend...I'm in love with you."

"You--you love me?"

"In love," he repeated. "For as long as I can remember."

"You're in love--with me?"

He chuckled softly. "Who else would I be talking to, baby? Yes, I'm in love with you."

"I--I don't know--" you stuttered.

"The only thing you need to know is how you feel. Do you know how you feel about me, (Y/N)?" he whispered.

You nodded slowly.

"And?"

"I'm in love with you too."

He grinned widely. "Yeah?"

You nodded, cheeks turning red.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against him. He looked down at you with that expression he'd been wearing and you suddenly realized what it was...it was love--real, true, beautiful, heart aching love.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips, which you returned in kind. He held you tightly, loving the feeling of your body in his arms.

"We better get cleaned up before this water gets cold," he said softly, lips pressing to your hair.

"Mhmm," you hummed.

He chuckled. "Don't you dare fall asleep on me, babe."

"But I'm comfortable," you whined.

He smiled against your cheek. "Give me five minutes to clean you up and then we can sleep, okay?"

You looked over at him and smiled. "Deal."

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[pearlywritings]

Courted by a... Hero?

synopsis: Diluc has feelings for you, but is under the impression that you do not reciprocate - his courting attempts show as much. But he comes to find out, that you are at ease around his alter ago... 

It won’t hurt to try and court you as the Darknight Hero. Right?

pairing: Diluc x fem!reader

tw: fluff, pining, courting, seemingly unreciprocated feelings, Darknight Hero!Diluc

word count: 3k words

a/n: this was suggested by a lovely anon~

Diluc Ragnvindr is enamored with you.

Diluc Ragnvindr thinks he is not that subtle about his affections. But it seems that he actually is, because otherwise the Master of the Dawn Winery does not understand how you manage to miss all the clues, all the longing gazes, all the small compliments and acts he does for you in attempts to hint that he'd like to court you.

Аpparently the longing in his eyes is lost in his regular stoic and a bit mournful expression, small compliments are so polite that it's not hard to mistake them for his gentlemanly antics, and his other actions are just a thread away from acts of service and help, which, given his сhivalry nature, do not stand out too.

Diluc doesn't get many opportunities to see you, since you do not visit the tavern often, but he tries so hard to make the meetings more numerous. An invitation to play cards at the Cat's Tail here and there, an insistence to walk you home, an offer to accompany you through the market as you go grocery shopping, always coming with an excuse of checking on the goods to tell Elzer later what purchases they should change for the Winery and its workers. Adelinde always smiles at him knowingly whenever some new dishes are added to his menu.

He is trying to show his affections to you, he really does, but he is too dense for that to come out exactly as he pictured it in his head. However, when you smile at him softly, accepting his offers, when you vent a little to him about a stupid coworker, when you stop at the Good Hunter to have supper with him - he thinks that the long process is worth it.

It's a great surprise, but the first time he gets an opportunity to hold you close is not a part of you dating him. No, your relationship is far from that, and his persona is hidden under the mask and a hooded cape, as he carries you bridal style. He is well aware of you staring up at him, but he can't make himself lower his gaze and meet with yours. He is just bringing you to a safe place after you twisted your ankle on a late evening run to catch a cat for your neighbor - a sweet old woman, whose pet seems to love escaping on an almost daily basis.

It's so hard to believe that he managed to be in the right place, at the right time, yet he chides himself for not arriving earlier - he could've caught you, preventing you from injuring yourself and falling. 

But it is such a quiet night… Maybe that's why he heard your painful yelp from two blocks away, rushing to help whoever got themselves in danger, and finding you sitting on the pavement and rubbing your leg.

"So… Mister Darknight Hero," he nearly groans at the name people gave him. He is intrigued by your lack of fear though, or at least worry, about some stranger picking you up and carrying you somewhere. The relaxed ring of arms wrapped around his neck only further proves it.

"Yes?" Diluc makes his voice gruff and low, still avoiding eye contact.

"Where are you taking me?" You sound curious, and the redhead can't help, but feel a bit aggravated - shouldn't you be concerned? Of course he is not taking you home - it'd be both creepy if a stranger knew your address and stupid, since your leg needs proper examination and treatment. Though still, you are so willingly accepting the masked man's help and entrust your fate in his arms fully, that it makes sarcasm evident in his words.

"On a late night date," he huffs with a slight roll of his eyes, letting his boldness out - something he can't allow himself to do often in the broad daylight as Diluc Ragnvindr.

"Oh really?" There is a hint of amusement in your tone, like you are enjoying his admission. "We've just met and you are bringing me on a date already? My, aren't you a forward man, Mister Hero. And where is this amazing place that's open so late? The tavern?"

"The hospital," Diluc does not realize it, but his cheeks are tinted pink, even if his voice remains inexpressive. However, he easily notices how relaxed you are in his hold, in his presence - even shooting teasing comments back at him and calling a date, well, a date. That's like more progress than he's had in the past month trying to court you.

Can it be… that he must change his approach? You, of course, can be attracted to completely different qualities in a man, and he should've taken it into consideration. Maybe this whole time he's been doing everything wrong.

Yet it’s too early to jump to conclusions, even if the winery owner slowly but surely grows desperate. To avoid false assumptions he decides to give it a proper thought tomorrow, after he visits you to check on your condition, bare of his alter ego.

As the morning comes and the sun gets brighter, Diluc is patiently waiting for the afternoon to see you. Half a day is enough for him to ‘receive the news’ about your condition however, but those several hours are excruciating. Are you well? Does your ankle hurt? Are you hungry? Maybe he should bring you food from Good Hunter… Are you thinking of him? Or…of tonight?

These thoughts are eating at his consciousness and when the midday eventually comes, the poor man looks exhausted. Lisa, whom he bumps into near the Alchemy stand, comments on it accordingly. Oh, but how fortunate it is, that she is the one to tell him about the events of last night and your current whereabouts.

“She looked ecstatic though,” the woman smiles, hands crossed and an intricate bell chiming on the tip of her large hat as she walks beside Diluc. “You should’ve seen that look on her face when she was telling me about the hero who saved her… Oh, but you will, won’t you? I am guessing you are going to pay her a visit.”

“You are correct,” the redhead nods, eyes trained on the today’s menu of the restaurant, as they get closer. “Right after I buy her some lunch.”

“A bouquet too, perhaps,” the smile turns teasing, emerald eyes glinting with knowledge. “I wonder when…” she pauses, but then decides against speaking what’s on her mind, shaking her head. “No matter. Good luck, Diluc.”

Luck? It’s such an abstract thing, something the wine tycoon doesn’t want in his life. If he needs something - he’d forge it with his own two hands, the ones that are currently occupied with a steaming meal and fresh flowers as he steps inside your chamber.

You are so lovely. Crimson eyes take in your resting form, basking in the sunlight from an open window. Warm rays kiss your cheeks and nose, falling right on the pages of a book he is sure Lisa has brought you. Tranquility suits you like the best of dresses and for a moment he gets lost in a scene before him, honored to be a part of it. 

That is until you lift your gaze and look at him and this time it’s your smile that makes the noble man go weak.

“Diluc! Hi,” your voice is so soft, bursting with excitement, which is also evident in how quickly you shut your book and put it away. This is a signal for the redhead to finally move closer and he eagerly takes this chance.

“I heard about what happened to you,” he offers you flowers and you gasp - a beautiful sound that touches the deepest strings of his soul. “I wanted to make you feel better. Also, I brought lunch.”

“Diluc…” There is appreciation in your tone, one, that strokes his ego. “You really didn’t have to, but I won’t decline the offer. Not to offend anyone,” you lower your voice, “but the food here is terrible.”

And he laughs. That’s a deep marvelous sound, that comes all the way from the confines of his chest, reserved for you only. Your giggles compliment it so perfectly, and when you hide behind the flowers, with only your eyes on display, shining and crinkling from joy - he falls in love even harder.

It almost feels like a date his nightly persona promised to take you on - flowers, delicious meal, his undivided attention… And even though it is not all that different from all the other times you spent together, this one feels far more special.

“So… You say you were saved by the Darknight Hero?” This question has been dancing on the tip of his tongue long before you even started to retell him the story of tonight. You nod vigorously, chewing on the most delicious chicken you’ve ever had.

“Mhm. And Archons, when I say this man is bold, he is bold.”

Your tone and the way your eyes just glinted… Can he assume you love such a character more? Should he…pursue you under the disguise of your savior?

He sure can try.

And try he does. Every night you would receive a masked visitor in your window. Every day Diluc would also come, to bring you fresh flowers, glorious meals and with hopes to know what you think of his other occupation. The Darknight Hero turned out to be charming. Diluc Ragnvindr is charming too, but it’s a different kind of charming - secure, understanding, reliable, loyal. While his alter-ego is mysterious, brooding, flirting and bold.

You seem to enjoy the latter. Why else would you wait for him, refusing to sleep, knowing that the Darknight Hero would come? Why would your eyes remain soft when gazing at an already not a stranger, yet not an acquaintance still? Why would you entertain his jokes and ask to tell you about what he does for Mondstadt? Watching him perch on the windowsill, chin resting on your fisted hands and purest interest written all over your face...

He was so right to ask the staff to move you to a different room with a bed close to the window. Doesn't matter he had to climb to the third floor, it's all in the name of love, however cheezy it sounds.

Only one question remains - how should he bring up the courting? Every normal woman would freak out if a man she barely knows (come on, even his face and voice are veiled) asked her out. Soon you'll be discharged, and climbing into your apartment's window is inappropriate too. The night strolls? No, he can't rob you of more sleep than he already selfishly does. But what should he do…

You seem to like it though, so there is absolutely no reason to complain.

You notice his silence. Curiosity replaces all other senses, just as it has been for all these nights you’ve spent with the man, and you cock your head to the left shoulder, observing, trying to guess what's behind the wall of his mind.

"What got you thinking so hard, Mr Hero?" At least you dropped using the whole title, which he is forever grateful for. "You look like someone who's trying to solve an extremely difficult case. Mind sharing? Maybe I can help."

Archons, you are so-so precious… and not completely wrong. He supposes, that since you’ve already started this conversation… He might just give it a shot. After all he is an entirely different man for you now, right? The straightforward one too.

Yet why is his heart thumping so wildly in his chest?

“I was… am wondering, if such a gorgeous woman, sitting in front of me right now, would let me court her.”

That’s it. The words are out, no turning back here. It feels surreal, true, but the male reassures himself that at least one issue is going to be out of his way, and whatever decision you’d make - he’d take it. Even if you angrily chase him out of the chamber.

However, it’s so hard to look you in the eyes - those pretty eyes that are filled with warmth and admiration, two things that are easy to turn into a freezing cold and disgust.

“You? As in the Darknight Hero?”

Here it is. Here is the implication that might as well as mean that whatever you two built during the few nighttime meetings is now ruined by a simple half-flirtatious suggestion.

All he can do is nod.

“I am sorry, Sir,” oh, the everlasting softness of your voice... Is that really how one delivers the rejection? “But there is already someone in my heart. I hope you will understand.”

Of course he does, no matter how painful it is. A delicate soul and a loving heart of yours can’t stay unoccupied, it would’ve been stupid to think so. Doesn’t matter the notion pierces his heart - he mustn’t take it close to it while wearing a mask.

“I apologize,” is all he can mutter, the voice suddenly slipping its usual gruffness, but no attention is spared to it.

“No need,” he is aware of the groan of the mattress as you shift, pulling your legs over the edge of the bed, and fully facing him now. “I am actually grateful for you being here to hear that. It’s been hard to keep it all in,“ this he understands even more. “Can I ask for a small favor?”

“Sure,” it’s the least he can do for making you uncomfortable.

“Can I whisper his name to you?”

The night is magical. There is no other explanation than its luring spell for why the man who’s just gotten rejected is sliding off the windowsill and moving closer to you to grant you your request. It’s also possible that your curiosity is contagious, but, Diluc does not dwell on it, he knows that the Darknight Hero wouldn’t.

Just as he doesn’t have time to react. A startled gasp is stuck in his throat, a hand shoots up, but it’s too late. Thick crimson bangs are spilling from under the pulled hood and ruby eyes widen in fright when the mask is pulled off of his face. He freezes in his bending position, staring at you in disbelief, fingers curled in a grasp not so far from his face. The face you know all too well. 

“Knew it,” you look content, twirling the beaked accessory between your fingers. Your smile is serene, and the image of a beautiful tranquility once again makes his heart skip a beat. What’s going on? Is this even real? Is there an option to let the ground swallow him whole? What do you mean ‘you knew’? Is it a good thing? Is it a bad thing? Is he screwed?

Archons, is your relationship screwed?

“Diluc,” it's his own name that shakes him back to reality. The blush creeps up his cheeks, mixing the blazing hues of embarrassment and shame.

“Yes..?”

You cock your head again, the smile getting wider.

“I promised the name of whom my heart belongs to, no? It’s Diluc. Diluc Ragnvindr. You.”

He swears he will faint right here and now. It must be a dream, it must be!

“You are thinking it’s a dream, aren’t you?” With a sigh you abandon the mask on the duvet, reaching out for his gloved hand, carefully tracing the back of it with the tips of your fingers. “Well, it’s not. And I am serious.”

“But-” He clears his throat, cursing the weakness in his knees at the barest of your touch. His mind is rushing, he can’t make logical conclusions, he can barely think with everything suddenly crashing and crumbling around him. So his heart takes over, bringing up his most sacred concern. “But I thought you were not interested in me.”

“Of course I am!” He flinches when the offense slips into your tone. “Of course I am, it’s just… you never asked me about dating. And I falsely assumed you are satisfied with what we already have.”

And he was. For the longest time, until it became obvious that he is not.

“When you saved me that evening I knew it was you. There is no mistake in the comforting warmth your body exudes, nor in the way you generally carry yourself. Also those strong hands… Can you name that many claymore users?”

You’ve known all this time?

“Forgive me for being selfish,” you chuckle sheepishly, unconsciously fiddling with his fingers, and Diluc finds it both cute and reassuring, calming even. “I kept you both during the day and at night for myself. I just wanted to know this side of you better. To know you better. And when you asked me under the disguise of the Darknight Hero… I just knew I wanted to hear that from the Diluc Ragnvindr.”

“In that case,” he lowers on his knee, clasping your hands in his and lying to himself that it’s not from how his body collapses with relief, clinging to you as if you’ll turn out to be just a piece of his desperate imagination, “I am selfish too. Because I was coming to you day and night with the exact same thoughts.”

“Does it make us a couple of selfish idiots, who clearly lack communication skills?” You giggle, and, Archons, what a splendid sound.

“I guess it does. Though I’d like the ‘couple’ part to become more real," giving your palms a squeeze, Diluc takes a deep breath, and with a new-found confidence makes his intentions clear. "Y/n L/n, will you go out with me?”

“Yes!”

The redhead cannot keep in his own laughter when you tug on his hands to draw him closer, to throw your arms around his broad shoulders and bury you face in his hair, smiling ear to ear. Gingerly he places his own palms on the small of your back, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder, and releasing a shaky breath.

Together. You are officially together.

And he is going to take his time with you.

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[themissinghand]

Hello..I hope you have a wonderful day..I'm glad to see you..Can I ask Sung Jinwoo x cheerful female reader..Reader met Jinwoo for the first time when he was still E rank..Reader fell in love with him first ..She is always by Jinwoo's side when Jinwoo is always looked down upon by others.She also helps Jinwoo financially because she want to help him as much as possible.And the Reader meets Jinwoo's younger sister, Jinah and straight up says 'please let me marry your brother'..(Surely the situation will be lively with the behavior of both of them .(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)..)..Jinah like aa okay??...Reader must be surprised when they see Jinwoo's new look.Reader be like: 'Where is my baby boy!!!.. As far as I know about he, he doesn't have a twin!!” dramatically…

Okay... Thank you... Take care of yourself(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠).. Hope you are not stressed by my request.. Bye-bye(⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠)..

Solo Leveling: Little King, Big King

Summary: In which Jinwoo will always be your little king, even if puberty hits him hard.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x cheerful F! Reader

Note: Such a cute request! As well, thanks for your patience, sorry that I took so long! 

Warning: None! 

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“What is a kid doing here?”

Jinwoo perks up when he hears someone approach him. He turns around, seeing a taller girl staring at him with a cheeky smile. 

“Heya! Are you okay? Are you lost? How old are you?” She bombarded him with questions, and Jinwoo felt overwhelmed by her curiosity. Were she from another team? Probably, he had never met her before. 

“Hold on. You’re hurt.” She pulls out a potion, and without giving Jinwoo time to react, she immediately gave it to him. 

“Drink little guy. Next time, don’t wander into a dungeon by yourself alright? It’s dangerous.” 

“I’m 16.” Jinwoo deadpanned, and she gasped dramatically. 

“No way, me too!” She cheered, and Jinwoo sweatdropped at her cheerful personality. 

“Hold on, drink first. Then I’ll take you with me! You’re from the other team right? They abandoned you here? What a crazy bunch of adults!” Her words spew out of her easily, making Jinwoo a bit flustered in keeping up with her speed. Instead, he only nodded absentmindly, staring at the potion in his hand.

“Drink up little guy. What are you waiting for? Big sister will help you.” She grinned, and waited for him. 

Big sister? We're literally the same age.

Seeing her insistence, he drank the potion anyway, feeling his injuries and fatigue wash away.

“Now you look better! Come on, I’ll help you get back to your family.” She extended her hand that was also full of calluses. Was she also working like him?

“My name is (L/N) (Y/N)! What’s your name?” 

“...Sung Jinwoo.” He accepted her hand, and she shakes his hand firmly. 

“I finally met someone my age in the dungeons!” She then started leading the way, leading him away from his team who had already abandoned him, and toward another group of people. 

“I’m a gunslinger by the way, so I use guns. I’m only a C-rank though, but I have good eyes like a scout! What about you?” He flinches when she asked, and he felt ashamed of his own weakness. 

“I’m an E-rank hunter.” Jinwoo pull apart, feeling the embarrassment settle in, and he didn’t dare to look up at (Y/N), after all, she probably is disappointed-

“Okay, do you want to come with me?” Despite it all, your cheerful expression did not falter. 

Well, it’s better than here. 

Jinwoo took your hand without looking back.

Jinwoo was used to the judging eyes and disapproving looks. 

So he was bewildered to see you blissfully walk past them without a single care in the world. 

Were you just simply ignorant? 

“Ignore them. They’re always gonna judge others and put us down.” Jinwoo felt a squeeze.

“I know how you feel.” Jinwoo wondered what expression you have now, and when you turned around, you had a gentle smile on your face. 

“Come on, I’ll treat you to some convenient store food. I’m starving and I earned enough.” 

Jinwoo followed her into the store, and watched her skip and twirl until she stopped in front of instant ramen. Then, she shoved it towards him. 

Before Jinwoo could say anything, she patted his shoulder. 

“At times like this, we have to stick together! Just because we poor, doesn’t mean we’re a doormat!” 

Jinwoo blinked, but he couldn’t hold back his laugh. 

“Aww, you’re so cute when you laugh! Like a teddy bear!” Her compliment made him blush and hide away, but she didn’t stop pestering him about it until they finally got their ramen ready to eat.

“Hey, add my number, you’re in a tough spot right?” Jinwoo flinches, feeling shame, but seeing your concerned face, he felt relieved. 

“I’ll help you, and when you grow up, you can pay me back! Promise?” Sticking out your pinky like a child, you grinned brightly. 

Jinwoo could only smile gratefully, before locking pinkies. 

There and then, a promise was made.

“Mom! Jinwoo-oppa got fried chicken for us! And he brought a friend over!” 

It’s been a couple of months since that promise, and to his surprise, you didn't break the promise. In fact, you supported him...a lot.

“Oh dear, you didn’t have to.” 

“Nice to meet you Auntie, my name is (L/N) (Y/N), and this one's on me. Don’t worry!” 

“You’re too sweet, but we can’t-” 

“It’s okay! Jinwoo helped me a lot, so this is me paying him back!” 

JInwoo watched as you debated with his mom, going back and forth until his mom gave in with a smile. 

Before he knew it, everyone gathered around the table and began digging in. Soon, Jinah began bombarding you with questions, such as how you met, and-

“Do you like my oppa?” 

“Of course I do! I’ll marry him when I grow up!” 

Jinwoo froze in embarrassment, while his mom was simply a little bit surprised, before a cheeky and playful look replaced it quickly, just like his little sister. 

“Really?” 

“Yep! He’s the cutest boy I’ve ever met! He’s so sweet and cuddly like a teddy bear-” Jinwoo slaps a hand over your mouth while his face remains bright red. 

He felt your lips move still, as if joking or teasing him. 

He felt questioning and teasing stares from his family, and he knew that they would never let this go. 

One meal turned into multiple, until your presence became a norm at his little home. 

“Auntie! I got you and Jinah some skincare! You have to try this!” And your relationship with his mom and sister has grown a lot. 

A little too much. 

“Aigoo, you didn’t have to buy something so expensive for us.” 

“It’s okay Auntie! You always make me delicious food!” 

“Oppa.” Dazed, it took Jinwoo a moment to direct his attention to his sister, who had her arms crossed.

“When are you going to marry (Y/N)-unnie?” 

“W-What?!” She rolled her eyes at him. 

“You better marry her soon or else someone is gonna steal her away!” His sister gives him a little pat of encourage before she runs off towards you and his mom and joining in on the skincare talk. 

He watches as you turn towards him and gave a cheeky little grin before you were tackled into a hug by Jinah. 

Can you really ask you for marriage? Does he have the right to ask you when he’s still this weak? He still needs to rely on you to survive. 

He can’t, at least not now. 

When he grows up, Jinwoo promises to pay you back and protect you. 

He just hopes that day will come soon. 

“Jinwoo!”

He can’t die now. 

Even if his vision is blurred by blood or if hope is nothing but a bitter dream. 

He won’t die here. 

“Jinwoo?” 

Just as surprised as you were, Jinwoo noticed that he was much taller than you now. He chuckled, noticing how you seemed very confused as you peaked around him, as if analyzing and trying to figure out what is going on. 

“Jinwoo doesn’t have a twin right…?”

“(Y/N), it’s me.” 

It took a moment for you to process before you held his arms as your eyes turned glossy. Jinwoo panicked as he saw you were going to cry, until you suddenly squeeze his cheeks. 

“Where did my cute teddy bear go! I mean you’re still handsome but...my little king!” He felt a harsh tug and he stumbled forward into your arms. 

“How did puberty hit you this hard!? Was it because you were cursed and then after you woke up from a coma, you finally were able to grow?” 

What is this? Some cliche manhwa plot? 

Jinwoo pull you apart easily, shocking you again, but instead he pulls you into a hug. 

“Don’t worry, I’m still your teddy bear.” 

“But you’re too big for me to spoon you now!” Jinwoo bursts out laughing at your pouting face which is full of disappointment. 

“(Y/N), I’ll spoon you.” Before you could say another word, he holds your hand tightly. 

“(Y/N), remember our promise long ago?” You nod slowly, clearly missing his old self. 

“I’ll protect you, and pay you back for everything you did for me and my family.” 

“You don’t have to-” 

“It’s a promise, and we pinky promised it.” 

“Not fair! How come your puppy eyes are still the same even when you’re big!” You playfully cross your arms, before a cheeky grin appeared on your lips. 

“Fine, treat me to fried chicken okay?” 

“Anything you want.” 

“Let me spoon you?” Jinwoo laughs. 

“If you can.” He ruffles your hair, making you jump and punch him playfully. 

“Jinwoo! This is why I like your little version better! At least he was cute and he listens to me-” Jinwoo pulls you closer by the waist, making you yelp by instinct. 

“Am I still not cute?” You push him away. 

“You’re handsome, not cute. There’s a difference.” Jinwoo smirks when he sees you turn away with a blush on your cheeks. 

“Unnie, you can just marry him and then when you have children, there will be mini-versions of him again!” 

“Jinah!” 

JInwoo laughs, that actually doesn’t sound too bad. 

#manhwa #solo leveling fic #solo leveling headcanons #solo leveling #sung jinah #sung jin woo x reader #sung jin woo #female reader #sung jin woo x female reader

[theroyalyandere]

About the yan!fisherman. What about a cute little siren darling that’s too colorful and loud for their own good, only to get ensnared by a angry deep sea fisherman captain. Who only promises to let them go if he can have a wish in return. (Old mermaid tales say mermaids could grant wishes to those who save them or return their hair comb) And darlings like, I wouldn’t need saving if you’d let me go. I’m not granting you a wish just because you threaten me. ( like pirates of the Caribbean, they’re hard to crack) so the fisherman captain keeps his darling on his ship in a converted tank and kills off the rest of the crew. Eventually wearing away the mermaid darlings resolve till they say yes. And the captain had been thinking about wishing the mermaid to be human but knows those tales never end well. Either his prize runs back to the sea, or one of them dies before the other due to a shortened mortal life. Which doesn’t appeal because he hates land and wants to be out at sea which he can’t if he’s constantly making sure they don’t leave him. And he wants to be with them for eternity, regardless of darling’s wishes.

So he kills two birds with one stone and wishes “for my heart’s desire”. Only the wish is twisted by his obsession, unbeknownst to darling. But they still grant it because they believe his one true desire is greed like most humans… which they’re not wrong. So he becomes a huge terrifying shark merman, or maybe a cecalia, or giant sea snake naga.

And now you’ve got a sea monster that hates humans and his shiny little siren that he can make scream and sing others to their death.

… or what about a reverse harem of deep sea fishermen turned into sea monsters to protect their little darling by one tainted wish. Darling grants the captain’s wish and it “condemns” the small boat like Davy Jones. So now mermaid darling has more to outswim.

oh my god??? I can't describe how genius you are anon! mermaid darling and her yan!fisherman turned into sea monster?!!! I'm going to combine both of the ideas and make a sea monster harem instead becauseeeeeeeeee 😮‍💨🤭 I only know a little about pirates of the Caribbean so please forgive me with the inaccuracies and I'm sorry if this is pretty short, I can continue this and turn this into a series if you like!

note: mermaid!darling is referred to as she/her please don't read if you don't feel comfortable thank you!

Warnings: yandere, dark content, gore/body horror, kidnapping, prey/hunter dynamics, death threats, manipulation

yan!sea monster harem x mermaid!darling/reader

As a mermaid, you've heard from your sisters that some of those like you were captured from those above.

You did not exactly expect to be captured by one of them, especially them.

You blame your colorful tail for attracting too much attention, you managed to throw everyone who went after you so far and your sisters think you're truly lucky but this time you ran out of luck.

Not only are you aware of the bounty set upon your head, you are also believed to be the most powerful of all mermaids which they aren't wrong about. However you have not granted any humans a wish yet. As you believe them to be the most vile of beings.

They are too brutish and rude and cruel. You did not like them one bit.

As soon as you got caught into their net you did not hesitate to flail around as an attempt to set yourself free. You snarled at everyone showing your viscious at the pesky humans.

Your sharp claws tear out through the net and smack everything with your tail. Unfortunately you got stopped by the captain.

His tall, menacing frame looming over you like a boulder with a grumpy face. He shows no reaction at your defensive state and it only scares you more than the other way around.

He corners you and kneels down to your level, he gave you an offer.

The captain will only let you go once you grant a wish of his however in your fury you instead jumped into him and pinned him down, snarling as you try to choke him.

His crew surrounds you each with a weapon in their hand, threatening to kill you unless you let go.

You kept being defiant until one of them got to restrain you setting your victim free.

The poor crew mate groans as he tries to not let you go.

The captain ordered for you to be hidden in the ship until they figure out how to break you.

So you get hidden in a cabin into a tank filled with water allowing you to live above the sea.

As long as they keep you, you refuse to agree to their conditions. Their offers being returned with a glare or an attack from you.

Until, one of the younger crew got closer to you. Watching and observing how you interact with the young one.

They all secretly watch as you the young crew mate won you over with their smiles and gentle demeanor, granting them the opportunity to see another side of yourself.

Your heart begins to soften and sing a song for the youngster.

The other crew told this to the captain and watched with his own eyes the scene unfolding. He urges the crew mate to get closer to you.

One by one they start to get obsessed with you. The crew either fight on who's turn to give you some food to eat or they wrestle among each other who gets to hear you sing to them first.

It only got worse when the captain got involved, one night he caught himself listening to your melodies and felt something he had never experienced before.

He eventually chased for this feeling and he knew that only you can satisfy him and his dark desires.

So his desire further strayed away from what he wanted and darker as his desires were focused on you.

At one point his impatience got into him and barged into the cabin you're at and threatens to kill the crew mate you grew fond of, your eyes pool with pearls and panic present on your face as you try to grab onto him.

He tells you that he will certainly finish the crew mate if you don't agree immediately, he asks you to grant his wish and you ask him what it is. He replies..

"for my heart's desire"

You assume it has something to do with wealth and power but oh you were wrong.

You watch as the captain slowly morphs into a sea monster. The scene is so grotesque that you tried to shield yourself away from the scene.

Outside the cabin, the whole crew starts to fall ill and scream in pain as their bodies start to turn different. Their skin turning into scales or being covered by corals and such.

Even the young crew mate you adored was not spared from the awful transformation. As the wish manifests into reality so does a storm, overturning the ship upside down as an enormous wave swallows the ship whole.

The ship gets wrecked and you try to escape into the ocean and swim away only to get caught by a powerful force wrapped around you and you turn to face it.

Only a horrifying sight greets you as the crew were turned into predatory monsters that will sure haunt all over the seas.

The one keeping you captive is the captain, he became an enormous sea monster that towers over you. With long tentacles and his eyes glowing with evil.

His tentacles engulf your whole being as you struggle to get out of his hold, blocking you away from the rest of the world.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere smut #fem reader #fem!reader #female reader #yandere sea monster #yan!sea monster #yan!fisherman #yandere fisherman #mermaid reader #mermaid darling

[macherkissed]

Wild Nights-Yautja OC (Tua'chin) x Reader

18+

Summary: After two weeks off ship, hunting, your mate is back and wants to show you how much he's missed you

Word Count: 3,426

Notes/Warnings: AFAB!Reader, Smut, Exophilia, Dom/Sub, Orgasm Denial, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected sex (wrap it up, even if your lover is from a warrior alien species), cockwarming. Pyode means 'soft'

Soft, low, barely audible clicks sounded from behind you, a familiar sound that made your shoulders straighten and your body tense. You didn't turn at that point, though you could feel the looming presence staring at your back. Instead you kept your attention on the little sucker in your arms. The cooing alien child tried to click and growl out a word as you put them down to bed, but their mandibles weren't quite developed enough yet and, when they tried to speak, all that came out was a high-pitched 'ooo'. Most of the youngest suckers called you 'ooo', finding it too hard to say 'oo-man' just yet, and a lot of the older children kept up the nickname as children did.

You were one of only two humans on the ship, the other also being a yautja's mate, and you'd happily volunteered to help at the nursery. It was nice to take care of the future killers, nice to spend time with the other grown Yautja who helped out, and gave you something to do when your mate, T'uachin, was off-ship, hunting as he had been the past two weeks.

He was back now.

You turned and were met instantly with the familiar pattern of mesh-like alien metal that decorated your mate's chest. Ever the perfect hunter, he had managed to sneak up on you even after warning you he was there. “Hey.” You smiled as you looked up at him, practically vibrating in excitement “How was the hunt?” “I missed you, pyode.” He croaked. He’d picked the words up as he did all other, through replication, but you had taken the time to teach him the meanings as he had with you and his language. “I missed you too.” You checked that nobody else was around -the other carers were looking after suckers elsewhere, and the children that were around were asleep or play-hunting- before you wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted yourself up to press a kiss to his rough cheek. He hummed happily and turned his head just a little to tease his mandibles across your neck and make you giggle “T'ua, stop. It tickles.” His low clicking laughter only made his mandibles tickle your neck more, and he had to tighten his hold on you when you tried to wriggle away playfully.

His hands on you shifted and he pulled you almost totally flush against him. His next exhale was a purr as his large hand fell to your ass. Oh, he really missed you “Bedroom?” He asked and you nodded once. He lifted you up with ease and carried you through the ship to your bedroom with little fanfare. On your way, you passed a few of your clan who cheered and clicked after you and T'uachin, saying things you barely understood other than 'oomani' and several variations of 'pauk'. You felt T'ua straighten a little in pride, but the attention made a sickly feeling coil in your gut and you turned your head further into his neck as though that would hide you enough. The laughter from your clan only grew but T'ua took mercy on you by hurrying past them and into your room, softly clicking by your ear.

He didn't even bother turning on the light, preferring to carry you straight to the bed and lie you down. There was only a slight bit of light coming through the window from the distant stars, so all you could see of him was the intimidating silhouette, towering over you from the end of the bed. This was the last thing some creatures would ever see, if they were lucky, and the knowledge that he chose to please you rather than hunt you made a chill run down your spine. You sat up on your elbows after a few seconds of nothing. Just as you were about to speak, T'uachin snarled out “Strip.” And how could you refuse?

First you cast off your shirt and under-shirt, throwing them aside like they burned, before wrestling your bottoms off and similarly casting them away. You weren't sure if he could really see you. After a second of silence, however, you heard a slow rumbling. You almost mistook it for the constant white-noise of the ship, until a small snarl punctuated it and T'ua spoke up again “Beautiful.” He snarled before the lustful purring started up again. Soft thuds sounded as he stripped off his armour, again only barely seen to you in silhouette, and he stalked over to you.

His shadowed form climbed onto the bed, crawled over slowly to you as you playfully shuffled further back before his hand shot out to grip your ankle “No running, pyode.” You nodded and looked up at him with wide eyes, just as he got close enough for you to make out his face. One claw came up to stroke your cheek and under your chin to tip your head up more “Speak,” “Sei-i, N'yaka-de.”

While you had a rudimentary knowledge of the Yautja language, you had quickly learned what words had an effect on your mate. You knew that, post-hunt especially, T'ua wanted your submission, wanted to be your N'yaka-de, your master. Another purr rumbled through him and his mandibles clicked against each other.

“Good pet.” The claw at your chin stroked over your neck and slowly down your chest. His strong hand cupped a breast, claws threatening your soft skin, and he chuckled at the soft tremble he felt from you; not one of fear but of excitement and anticipation. The tip of his clawed finger circled your nipple slowly until it hardened so he cast the flat of his finger across the peak “My Pet.” You nodded instantly, though it wasn’t a question and never would be. His attention turned to your other breast to repeat the action with quiet self-satisfied clicks.

Meanwhile, your eyes were stuck on what you could see of his face. The twitches of his mandibles, the way his sole illuminated eye seemed to shine in the limited starlight, how his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, the little you could see of the texture of his skin -both the natural texture of his species and the scars that occasionally broke the pattern. You wanted so badly to touch him but you hadn’t yet been told that you could. All you could do was indulge his own touch as it trailed even further down across your stomach. His head dipped and his mandibles skittered across your shoulders and your chest in as much of a kiss as he could manage. He looked back up to you as his hand turned, palm up, so he could stroke a thick finger across your already desperate lower lips. When his finger caught your clit, you whined and your head fell back while your hips raised to meet the feeling. A couple of clicks came from your lover as he repeated the action slowly and carefully, each time revelling in your sighs of pleasure “T’ua.” You sighed “Please don’t tease me.” “Hush, pyode, let me.”

Torture. The only thing you could describe it as, as he played with your clit with one slick finger and his other hand explored the familiar plains of your body as you had both been missing for weeks by now. It was a slow gradual crawl, but you felt your orgasm building closer and closer. One finger to your clit became two, one on each side and rubbing with almost embarrassingly slick noises, pinching your aching pearl every so often to make your body twitch and Tua click in satisfaction. Eventually, he settled on his stomach between your legs in a way that made you wish not for the first time that he could use his mouth on you. He made up for it by watching in rapture as one of his fingers was pushed into your delicate heat. T’ua fucked you harshly on the digit until you dropped your hand down between your legs to grip at his thick locks “N’yaka-de. I’m going to cum.” Sadist he was, he pulled all contact back from you and held your legs open so he could watch your cunt flutter. “No. Not until I say.”

Only when your breathing slowed and you started to shuffle on the bed did he press his fingers into you again. Two this time, curling perfectly against the spongy spot deep inside and giving you nothing but mind-numbing pleasure as he pumped them in and out of your body. You didn’t bother holding back your moans and curses, knowing full well he’d want to hear every sound you could make and would only stop if you tried to suppress them. Each toe-curling shudder that ran through your body was met with a self satisfied chuckle. T’uachin seemed content to give you all you could take, resting his head on your thigh and nuzzling there with soft mumbles in broken English and low rumbling Yautja. Your hands were still at his braids and he was more than happy to keep them there, especially when your hold turned to absent tugging. You gripped harshly as you came to the edge a second time and tried to pull away. He growled in warning and held you still, so you had no choice but to try and stay your orgasm yourself, whining when his fingers again stroked over sensitive spots inside you. Your body tensed more the longer he made you fight it, until finally you whined “S...Stop, I’m gonna cum.”

He did stop but didn’t pull back. His fingers stayed stretching you open, keeping you full of him so you couldn’t fully climb down from your near peak. He liked to do that sometimes after sex, keep you sat snug on his cock as you both came down until you were both ready enough for the next round “Good pet. Telling Master, so behaved.” You preened and wiggled at the praise, a movement that only served to hit your spot again and send a jolt through you.

Again, he waited until you were more controlled before his hands moved again, though your mind was still foggy with the feeling of being so close to cumming. That happened a third time, the warning and cool down, and then a fourth that came sooner than the previous. That time, T’uachin pulled his fingers from you and slipped them past his mandibles and into his mouth with an animalistic snarl. His eyes were stuck on your hips, absently rolling in a way that only enticed him to rise up onto his knees and to crawl forwards so he was looming over you with his thighs against yours.

“Do you want me to fuck you, pyode?” His words brought you to life and you moaned at the mere idea. If he was fucking you, he was more likely to let you cum, and you needed to feel one with him again. It had been two weeks, but it had been too long. “Yes. Please, N’yaka-de, please fuck me. I missed you so much, I need it.” He purred as he cupped your cheek again and ‘kissed’ you with his twitching mandibles, making you giggle a little. It sounded delusional to your ears but T’ua didn’t seem to care. “Good pet.” He nuzzled at your temple as he brought your hips together. You felt the weight of his hard cock resting between your legs, and usually you’d look down and see the contrast of your skin and his, or how much he’d end up filling you, but you were lost in the stars and his heavy gaze already. One slow thrust of his strangely textured length was almost enough to make you cum, but you were actively holding back, so all it pulled from you was a whine and a full body shudder “Sweet, soft, oo-man.” He purred and took his cock in his clawed hand, stroking the tip over your entrance.

The comforting clicking soothed the feeling of the stretch as he pushed into you. Being apart for two weeks, you almost forgot how much he filled you, nobody else, no toy, had ever made you feel so complete as T’ua did. The slight ridges along his cock had you trembling and trying to ground yourself so you didn’t instantly cum from just him pushing into you. A low growl sounded from T’ua’s chest and he tipped his head to look at your flushed pleasured face “Beautiful.” You smiled and moaned softly “So strong, pyode. So pretty.” He slipped into Yautja, saying some things you barely understood, but the rhythmic cadence and tone of his voice soothed over your body and made you almost ignore the slow motions he made into you; pressing in about an inch at a time before pulling back a little.

The slow thrusts kept you just enough on the edge without tipping you over, leaving your entrance clenching around him for more. You felt like you were floating, unable to feel anything but your mate’s hands on you and his cock filling you up, not even able to feel the bed beneath you. Every nerve ending was on fire as T’uachin paused. He was almost totally sheathed in you and he just stopped. He straightened up more and rested his hand just below your navel, pressing down a little and making you whine at the added pressure. You knew he was just looking at the slight bulge he’d caused at your abdomen already. Slowly, he pulled out a few inches and, with another soft cooing purr, jerked his hips forward in one motion so they were flush against yours, filling you to the brim. Your only thought before all cognition was shot from your body was oh fuck.

Your back arched and your legs tensed as your orgasm took over you. Your toes curled and you tried to shift the immovable object of your mate so you could pull him closer and wrap yourself around him, needing to feel all of him. Supernovas were created in the space behind your eyes and fizzled away to turn into pleasured waves up and down your body. You could feel your inner walls pulsing to urge him to do more, to keep fucking you through it and make you whine. You couldn’t find the breath to even moan until your body relaxed totally and you stretched out on the bed.

You hardly let yourself feel the afterglow before a frown took over your flushed face and you reached for T’ua’s hand “’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I tried, N’yaka-de, I promise.” He clicked a couple of times, almost like he was tutting, and cupped your face in the hand you were still gripping the back of. “Greedy oo-man.” A claw came to your mouth, pressing against your bottom lip and making you instinctively part your lips “I said no, but you took it anyway. You don’t listen.” While you tried to mutter out apologies, pressing kisses to T’uachin’s finger, he rolled his hips slowly and growled lowly, slipping his finger into your mouth “Could you not resist, pyode?” “Mhmm.” You whimpered around his finger, suckling on instinct, and shook your head. “Did I make you feel too good?” You nodded and arched your back as another rock of his hips made your already sensitive cunt clench around him again “Needy little pet.”

Suddenly he shifted you around so that your ankles were over his shoulders, somehow settling himself more inside you. You barely had the chance to shift your weight comfortably before he started to insatiably thrust into you. Still sensitive, your jaw dropped instantly and your breath stuttered out of your chest like it was being punched out “Do you want more, pyode?” He snarled at you, like you had any chance of answering. It took everything for you to nod, to try and grip at your lover’s shoulders before deciding just to grab his thick wrists. All you could do in this position was grip onto him and try to clench your muscles around his length, urge him without words to spill into you.

His head tipped at he looked down at you, looked further to between your bodies, watching as you took him in so snug and wet, the impact of his hips hitting your ass jolting you up each time. It was everything you’d needed since the day he’d left. Well, almost.

“N’y...N’yaka...N’yaka-de.” You managed to gasp out “Come inside, please.” T’ua shook his head, his braids falling from behind his back to dangle in front of your face. “One more, Pyode. You wanted it so much you couldn’t wait, so you get one more.” “Can’t.” A growl vibrated through his whole body, and therefore through yours. “You can. N’yaka-de says you can.” One of his hands shifted from the bed beside you and he gripped your chin, slipping his thumb again into your mouth even as he carried on his assault on your fragile insides “Okay, greedy pet?” “Yes.” You whined, muffled around his claw so it came out as ‘yeth’, and nodded through the velvet haze. You dropped your hand from his wrist and put your fingers in a ‘V’ around your swollen clit, too sensitive to touch directly but you needed that extra push to the edge.

You worked your fingers as much as you could handle around your button while still being almost tortuously filled by T’uachin, his cock so perfectly textured and shaped to tease your inner pleasure spots like nothing else could. You thought it was silly to say that your lover’s cock could put all toys to shame when toys were literally designed to please you, but then you met T’ua and realised...a lot.

Soon he had your thighs shaking on his arms, right on the edge again but he’d already given you the permission to fall. And fall you did. With the hand not between your legs, you gripped at T’ua’s forearm as though he’d pull it away and leave your mouth empty, half tempted to clamp your teeth down on the root of his finger to make sure it stayed. This time, you knew that you were crossing the edge, and you whined a pathetic warning around T’ua’s finger “I know.” He purred in response but didn’t stop his motions, determined to fuck you through it “You can cum, cum for master.”

Again, your mind went blank but for the explosions of pleasure and the feeling of your mate around you, inside you, part of you, making each nerve ending in your whole body sing while also losing all feeling of the bed at your back. You weren’t sure what noise you made, if any. T’uachin didn’t stop fucking you through it, letting your orgasmic convulsions add more and more pleasure to himself. You were aware of him pressing fully against you, almost folding you in half, and grinding his cock into you. The chance had you come down from your mindless peak just enough that you felt it when he came, his cock twitching and spilling his cum into you as he groaned low and deep, his hips jerking a couple of times.

Slowly, he lowered your legs from his shoulders. They were a little sore and stiff but that was helped as he helped you bend and unbend them a couple of times, having to slip his finger from your mouth but not pulling out of you just yet. When you could rest your legs a bit more comfortably, T’ua bent over your body again and pressed his face against your neck as purrs started to vibrate from his chest. He nuzzled you there, his mandibles clicking brushing against your skin until you giggled, squirming against him. Large hands came to cup the back of your thighs and it seemed like the ship did a flip as you were lifted from the bed and turned so you were straddling your mate, pressed to his chest. “Pretty oo-man.” He cooed as your shock subsided and you rested properly against him. “My handsome Hunter.” Claws carefully trailed up and down your bare back, lulling you into a haze that you knew would turn to sleep if he didn’t stop soon.

After a few minutes of just breathing with him, touching him, listening to the blissful rumbles of him, you closed your eyes and sighed, slipping into a light sleep with T’uachin still nestled inside your warmth.

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[tonkatsubowl]

hey there, pretty boy. ii

▼ aventurine x fem!reader ▼ enemies to lovers ▼ nsfw themes. mdni.

you're a sultry dancer at a club, but you're actually a stellaron hunter and an assassin in disguise. you catch a glimpse of a wealthy man... and it goes from there.

▼ part 1 here

after what had happened a few nights ago, the two of you exchanged contact information. but was this a good idea?

hell, you were a stellaron hunter, and you had some gut feeling that aventurine knew that you are one.

but your gut feeling told you to pursue these feelings of...lust? admiration? whatever they are, you were going for it.

today was a planned date, and both you and aventurine agreed to head to penacony and eat out at a fancy restaurant. it was expensive, and you weren't surprised he would treat you to such an overpriced place. so, you decided to dress nice. with the money you got from being a dancer at a club, you were able to purchase yourself a nice dress- an expensive looking one, even.

so you wore it to the date. and you agreed to meet at the place.

as you stood by and watched, there were many men and passerby looking at you. them and their wandering eyes, looking at every inch of your body, fascinated to how pristine you looked. yet, you were intimidating to approach. was it the vibes of the killer you gave off? or your beauty alone?

"and here i thought you wouldn't show up."

aventurine's voice chimed in as he revealed himself, donned in expensive, casual wear.

"you thought i'd set you up?" you questioned, turning towards him.

aventurine adjusts his shades before taking him off, revealing those beautiful, rare eyes of his, "mm, yes and no. i know you are a busy woman, and yet here you are...choosing to be with me, and," he takes your hand as he bows, brushing his lips at the back of your palm, "even agreeing to spend some time for our little date."

you roll your eyes, but you didn't retract your hand away. he turns to the entrance, looking at you before gesturing his arm for you to hold. you might as well keep up with appearances, so you decided to wrap your arm around his as he escorted you in.

greeted by the host, and acknowledged that you and aventurine had a reservation at a vip area (that was a private room). the host would lead you two towards your designated spot, before leaving you be to decide on drinks and entrees.

"now that we are alone, i can finally speak to you properly," aventurine chimes as he seats himself, looking at the menu. "...so, stellaron hunter, tell me about yourself."

you weren't surprised in the slightest.

"and tell me why you, fully knowledgeable of my association with the ipc, decided to linger with me here today."

a flirtatious tone, mixed with a threat. beautiful.

you scoff, looking at the menu, peering down at the menu.

"aren't you a senior manager? i'm sure having connections and communications within the cosmos is something to have." you say, flipping a page of the menu.

"oh? and you are betraying your friends?"

"nay," you say, looking at him, "it would take more than just a date for me to spill every bit of information i have about myself...to you."

aventurine smiled. he chuckled, before gesturing for a waiter to come by.

"two glasses of wine, please. your finest."

the waiter would nod, before departing.

"playing hard to get, mm? they say a man's treasure is difficult to obtain, especially with how beautiful they are." aventurine's smile widens, a flirtatious tone obvious in this voice.

"i'm sure you've said that to many women to court them out of your own desires." you say, sighing. "i've heard it all, already. you can stop trying."

aventurine chuckled again, "you think i'm going to court you just for my own desire? interesting. you're gambling with me right now, aren't you?"

you steady your eyes on the man, "don't tell me."

"why, truth to be told, i'm only interested in you solely because...you're such a mystery." he rests his elbows on the table, resting his chin on top of his hands. "gambling is a price to pay. it is a hit or miss, but you spend a certain amount of money to gain millions...but you have a chance to lose it all with one move. perhaps i am looking at millions right now, but this date...or perhaps, my chance here, will be the one where i may lose you. or win you."

your eyes twitch, "what are you saying?"

you were deafened as aventurine gestured for the waiter to come. they would return, where aventurine provided their order, entree included. "would you like dessert later, my dear?" he asked you.

you blinked, before murmuring. "...i suppose."

aventurine nodded, before sending the waiter away.

"...answer me, senior manager. what do you mean by all of that?" you questioned, raising your voice a bit.

"you're...a bit dense, i see." aventurine's smile never left him.

"simply put, stellaron hunter (y/n)... i want you."

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail aventurine #hsr aventurine #hsr aventurine x reader #aventurine x reader

[wonderwomanfantasy]

falling in together

awe this is such a concept. I'm such a sucker for Virgin!Vash

Vashx fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, virginity loss, creampie, dirty talk. Vash being jealous, if you squint.

word count: 2,200 (about)

summary: a heated makeout leads to you taking Vash's first time

You’re almost lulled to sleep before Vash comes back. The steady rocking and the quiet chug of the sand steamer were oddly soothing. Normally when traveling, you’d never bother paying for one of the expensive rooms, opting instead to ride in the commercial cheap seats and sleep sitting up, as uncomfortable as that was. But this time Vash had insisted that the two of you get a room with a bed for the night, and you weren’t complaining. The room was small, with basically just a bed in it, but it felt more cozy than cramped. 

You yawned and hugged a pillow to your chest. Vash had stepped out for a minute to check on the other members of your party and you’d promised to wait up for him, but now the lure of sleep was becoming hard to resist. The bed was soft and comforting, and you’d been so exhausted lately. Your eyes fell shut. 

The next thing you knew the bed was shifting as someone else sat down with you. Your eyes flew open and you sat up, dizzy and a little disoriented. You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep. Vash smiled sheepishly. 

“Sorry. I was trying hard not to wake you, so much for that huh?” he said softly. You smiled a little and pulled him close. He’d already stripped out of his day clothes and looked ready to go to bed himself. He was shirtless and in just his boxers. You were the only person Vash let see him shirtless, with all of his scars on display, it made you feel a little special. 

“You should have woken me up, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you said with a yawn, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You reached out for him, wanting to touch him, Vash flinched, then slowly wrapped his arms around you holding you close. You’d gotten used to this little routine after months of being with him. He would react badly if you touched him suddenly or out of nowhere, so you moved slowly, gave him plenty of time to see what you were doing, and stop you if he wanted. 

Vash hugged you tight for a moment, and he let himself relax, Vash sighed and rested his head on your shoulder. You ran your hands over his shoulders and down his back, trying not to linger in any one spot for too long. Vash didn’t like his scars being touched, and you did your best not to linger on any of them, even if you wanted to trace them out. 

“You should go back to sleep,” Vash murmured in your ear. 

“Nah I want to spend some time with you. We haven’t had time to ourselves in a while,” you pushed back. It was true. Even though you spent every day at his side. Life on the run like this didn’t leave a lot of time for soft intimate moments like this. 

“We see each other, every day,” Vash laughed softly under his breath “I would have thought you’d be sick of me by now, not want more time with me alone.” 

You reached up cupping his face in both of your hands and looked him in his bright blue eyes “I’m never going to get sick of you. Besides, isn’t that why you insisted on a private room? So we could have some Alone time?” you asked, teasing a little bit. Vash went pink, you could feel his cheeks get hotter in your hands. 

“Well I- I mean yes I love being alone with you but I mean, it was one reason,” he stammered, averting his gaze. 

“What's the other reason?” you asked, now curious. 

“Well, you know…there are a lot of bounty hunters on these sand steamers, a lot of men. And I mean you’re so pretty, I didn’t want anyone bothering my girl,” he said, sheepish again. A warm feeling spread throughout your chest, and you can’t stop yourself from smiling. 

“You’re too cute sometimes, it makes me want to kiss you,” you admitted. Vash went pink again. 

“You can- I mean only if you want!” he seemed nervous, You leaned forward and kissed him softly. Vash hesitated before kissing you back. His hands fall to your hips pulling your body flush against his. You kiss him deeper, lighting nipping at his lower lip. Vash whimpered and pushed you back. You fell down onto the bed, pulling your boyfriend down on top of you. 

Vash leaned down, kissing you again, his arms braced on either side of your head. Your hands tangle themselves in Vash’s spikey blonde hair, holding him close as you kiss. You can’t help but moan a little as the kiss goes on, it really has been too long since you’d gotten the chance to do something like this. To just be close together and feel each other. Vash slips his tongue into your mouth and groans as he tastes the inside of your mouth. Involuntarily your hips bucked up to meet his, grinding lightly against the thigh, trapped between your two legs. 

The kiss broke as both of you groaned at the feeling. Experimentally, you moved your hips up again, dragging yourself up and down his leg. As your hips reached the apex of your thrust. You felt something thick and hard pressing against you.

“Vash,” you breathed. 

“I’m sorry,” he gasped. And dropped his head, trying to hide his blush. He was hard. After only a little kissing, you might have laughed a little bit if he wasn’t so clearly embarrassed and if you weren’t as equally worked up. 

“Come on Vash it’s natural, there's nothing to be sorry about,” you soothed and pressed your mouth to his neck. He whimpered as you started kissing his throat. 

“It’s still embarrassing,” he sighed,

“I don’t think so,” you reassured him, “I think it’s hot.”

“H--hot?” Vash stammered and pulled back to look at you. “You really think it’s hot when I get this needy?” 

“Very,” you answer. You smile and look down at the bulge still there in his black boxers. You and Vash had never done more than kiss, you had no problem with waiting but if you were being honest, you wanted more.

“Can I touch you? You asked softly. Vash paused and seemed to really consider it, before nodding. Again, you moved slowly, resting your hands on his hips, he shuddered as you moved your hands from his sides over to the flat planes of his stomach, stopping when you felt the soft blonde hair that continued down into his boxers. 

“How do you normally do this? You ask, hooking your fingers in the waistband of his shorts down a little. 

“I don’t know, I h-haven’t…” he said then trailed off before admitting what he hadn’t done, this answer didn’t surprise you all that much. You had kinda guessed Vash was a virgin. You tugged his boxers all the way off. His long, slender cock sprung out, slapping his stomach. A bead of precum spilled out over the slit in his cock and dripped down his head. You wanted to reach out and lick it away,

“What about when you’re alone?” you asked, licking your lips, “when you jerk off, how do you touch yourself?” you asked, forcing your eyes up and away from his cock to look back at his face. Vash opened and closed his mouth a few times but no words came out. Then it clicked. 

“Oh, you meant you haven’t jerked off- not that you’ve never had sex,” you said, Vash covered his face with his hands hiding his blush, leaving only his cock to look at. 

“Well I mean I haven’t done, that, either,” he groaned. 

“How have you never Jerked off?” you asked, a little impressed.

“I don’t know I would just, wash my face with cold water, or like go for a run,” Vash explained. 

“That makes this really special, it’s not just your first time having sex it’s your first time having an orgasm. I better make this special,” you said.

You looked at his dick again and this time you couldn’t help yourself, you reached out and took him in your hand pumping his shaft slowly. Vash whimpered and clapped a hand over his mouth. 

“Sorry, it just felt good,” he said. 

“It’s alright baby, I wanna hear all the sounds you make,” you told him, moving your hand again. “How do you want to do this?” you asked. “Do you want my hand or my mouth, or are you comfortable going all the way?”

Vash thought for a moment, which was hard to do when you were tugging on his cock the entire time. Honestly, he’d be happy with just that. Your soft warm hands making him feel good. But you’d asked what he wanted, not what he’d settle for. 

“I-I want to be in you,” he said weakly. You smiled and pulled away just long enough to pull off your own clothes, then you were on him again, kissing him softly, and coaxing him out of his shell. Vash sighed against your mouth and let himself melt into the kiss. You shifted your weight, pushing down on the bed so you were on top straddling his groin. 

“You’re so pretty,” Vash murmured, his eyes trailing down your exposed body.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have to rush,” you assured him. 

“I want this,” he said looking up at you again. “And there's no one else I’d rather do it with than you.”

Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto his cock, you paused a few times to let you both adjust to the feeling. His cock fit perfectly inside you. Just stretching your walls out enough so that you felt full, but not enough that you regretted not doing any prep work. Slowly you started rocking your hips back and forth slowly. Vash groaned and gripped down on your hips, halting your motion.

“How does it feel?” you asked, looking down at him. He was flushed, and breathing hard, his thighs trembling like it was a great excursion not to thrust up into you. 

“Fuck- so good, better than you can imagine,” he gasped. “I feel like I’m going to cum already,” he whimpered throwing his head back in pleasure and his grip tightened on your hips. 

“That's okay Vash, I just want you to feel good,” you assured him, Vash let go of your sides,

“Y-you can move,” he decided. “I’ll try to hold off until you cum,” he promised. 

“Shh don’t worry about me, just feel good,” you told him, and started moving. With each thrust of your hips vash let out a whimper until he was crying out shamelessly in pleasure. You tried starting off slow but as he let out those moans, you couldn’t help but speed up and snap your hips up and down, fucking yourself on his dick. 

Vash couldn’t help but moan and whimper and beg as you rode him. He pleaded with you to slow down, then faster- until he was babbling incoherently. You tried to keep yourself quiet, just listening to the pretty sounds that flowed from his mouth. As you rode him, you rubbed your clit, it was clear that Vash was enjoying himself, but you were feeling just as much pleasure.

“F-fuck I’m close, fuck It feels so good,” Vash cried, his hands going to your waste again, not moving your hips for you, just touching you. You noticed tears welling in the corners of his eyes. 

“Are you crying?” you asked a little concerned. your thrusts falter, getting Vash’s attention. 

“Please don’t stop fucking me please I’m so close, please please please-” You started moving again, finding a rhythm again helping Vash chase that high. His hips snapped up to meet yours one final time as he came, his warm cum shooting inside of you. 

Instantly Vash started crying. He pulled you down on top of him and tried to stifle his sobs, all while his softening cock was still buried in you. You tried to soothe him and eventually, he calmed down. 

“S-sorry,” he said and buried his face in the side of your neck. “That felt fucking amazing” he murmured against your skin. A rush went threw you and you held him tighter. 

“I’m glad I made you feel good, you said. 

“Did you…?” he trailed off

“No, but don’t worry about it, this was about you, okay?” Vash seems upset by the fact you didn’t cum and your words do little to soothe him. 

“I’m-”

“Don’t apologize, it’s fine, I had fun,” you assured him, then you smirked a little “It felt good having your big cock inside of me,” you teased. 

“R-Really? It felt… good?” he asked, doubtful,

“Incredible,” you confirmed. Vash looked at you again, his eyes full of love and his newfound lust

“So… if I wanted to do it again-?” he asked. you almost laughed, well, you did have this whole room to yourself. And a long journey ahead of you. What better way to pass the time?

#vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede smut #vash x reader #trigun x reader #vash smut #trigun smut #vash x reader smut #fem reader

[oliviajdjarin]

Din Djarin: Watchdog 

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader (afab; she/her)

Excerpt: Mando had him by his neck, squeezing hard enough for the man to lose his breath and scratch Mando’s hands out of distress. Mando never faltered, even when the male scratched his nails into the leather of his gloves. The male whined and screeched for air, whispering “please, I’m sorry, please,” but Mando just...held him there. Staring into his eyes, squeezing his throat so tight his hand nearly became a fist. 

Your stomach sank and your brain went blank. You were so frozen your voice had completely escaped you. You could only watch. 

Finally, Mando said huskily, “That is enough.”

Warnings: Din gets a bit ✨violent✨, reader gets harassed, terribly written sexism, references to past sexual harassment, descriptions of bruises, swearing, reader self-deprecates and is scared of love (relatable much?)

A/N: Happy final days of Dincember everyone, especially to those that updated nearly every day for every prompt (@dindjarindiaries I’m looking at you you’re incredible). I cannot wait for new content in the new year. I love you all <3

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated <3

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The last thing you needed from your partner—or whatever the hell he was to you—was the image of him nearly snapping a bounty’s neck.

What made it worse was that it was out of defense. For you.

You, of all people. A woman who had killed and tortured and maimed for a few lousy credits. You had killed in front of him, so many times you couldn’t keep count, and you barely felt remorse. You even went as far as to gloat.

You were a bounty hunter with a heart long-since hardened; at least, until you had teamed up with him. The infamous Mandalorian, wrapped in a reputation more ominous and intimidating than the impenetrable beskar he donned, yet the kindest being you had ever known.

The two of you didn’t talk much—if ever—but he still found a way to read you like a book. If you were squirmy, he offered you food. If you were achy, he offered you a quick stop at a hot spring. If you were anxious, he would press you gently with his words, curious as to what was bothering you. It was these little things, these seemingly insignificant actions, that made you begin to…care about him.

The worst, however, was when, once in a blue moon, you were filled with emotion so harsh that you revealed it in your body language. You had learned the hard way that emotion was weakness in your line of work, so you never showed it in front of him, but sometimes the heat of it burned you so badly it was impossible not to show it.

This was when the Mandalorian tended to lash out on whatever had caused you such pain or remorse. He would get…angry. Vengeful. These moments were so rare you would latch onto them, clutching them to your chest and using them to drift you off into sleep; however, in the moment, you would lash out as well. Usually at him. Pushing his…thoughtfulness away like it was a ticking time bomb.

The longer you remained partners, the worse he would lash out, and it all came to a head because of a fucking Twi’lek.

                                                           ~*~

Mando dragged the creature across the sand dunes of Tatooine, grunting and panting in the hot sun. You tried to get him to let you drag the male for at least half the walk, but he refused. It wasn’t like you were complaining. His infrequent grunts gave you a new set of audios for your mental soundbox. You were already eager to press the keys later that night as sleep carried you away. 

It was then that the dark green male remembered he had a voice box.

“Well would you look at that,” the male breathed, likely still aching from the blow you had politely bestowed upon his rib cage, “the only thing strong enough to drag me across the sandy hills of Tatooine is a man. Figures.”

You let it roll off you but could not help but let out a scoff. He sounded ridiculous, like a droid reading off of an old stormtrooper-recruitment brochure. 

“You find that funny, lass?” the male asked, turning to look at you while still being dragged. “I agree. Truth always seems to reveal itself even in the most subtle of ways.”

You didn’t laugh at that. You just kept one foot in front of the other. He was trying to piss you off on purpose, likely a last-ditch effort to regain his dignity. You were used to it; hell, you enjoyed it. It was bounties’ last grabs to their decency that always seemed to give you the most pleasure. 

The Crest finally came into sight, and if you didn’t know better, you would say that both you and Mando picked up your speed simultaneously, desperation for home present in both of your strides. He lowered the entrance ramp and you exhaled in relief, basking in the scent and feel of the one place in the galaxy you felt comfortable enough to take your shoes off. You started your march up the metal with Mando still hauling the man behind you. Of course, it was then that the bounty decided to perk up again. 

“Make that sound again,” the man said breathily. “I’ll say please if I have to. Plus, it sounds better from this view.”

Your jaw immediately clenched and blood flowed to your cheeks from embarrassment. It was one thing to be demeaned and lessened, but it was another to be viewed as a piece of meat. 

Despite it all, you took a deep breath, and carried on.

You set your belt and knives on their reserved spot in the cockpit, as well as your jacket and buff. You then made your way down the ladder to the bicarbonate chambers, or as you liked to call it, the trophy room. Mando had had a good scoff at that name once or twice.

Mando already had the bounty leaning his back against the metal wall next to his frozen fate as he prepared the chamber, and you took the opportunity to give the male a small smirk of victory. You wanted him to give you the best he had and, as expected, he began to overcompensate. 

“You really are much prettier when you smile,” the man said, looking up at Mando. “Wouldn’t you agree?” 

Mando ignored him, facing forward and keeping his focus on preparing the bower, but you noticed the tips of the fingers of his left-hand inch that much closer to his gun holster. Your heart quickened. You didn’t know why. 

“I bet you smile nice and pretty for this big guy,” the Twi’lek said with a laugh. “I bet he’s seen your smile in this very room, on this very floor. Describe to me, Mando, in my final moments of consciousness, just how hard she grips you and screams for you when you get a taste of that perfect—”

You felt yourself flinch at his words, cursing yourself internally, but you didn’t hear the rest over the sound of his skull smashing against the tank door. 

Mando had him by his neck, squeezing hard enough for the man to lose his breath and scratch Mando’s hands out of distress. Mando never faltered, even when the male scratched his nails into the leather of his gloves. The male whined and screeched for air, whispering “please, I’m sorry, please,” but Mando just...held him there. Staring into his eyes, squeezing his throat so tight his hand nearly became a fist. 

Your stomach sank and your brain went blank. You were so frozen your voice had completely escaped you. You could only watch. 

Finally, Mando said huskily, “That is enough.”

The male in his palm nodded profusely, still climbing for air, and Mando lowered him torturously slow to the floor as he said, “If you speak about her again, you will not leave this ship with your life, and I will make it agonizing. Understood?”

The Twi’lek was inches away from losing consciousness, making it nearly impossible for him to reply, but Mando knew it was only nearly. He slammed his skull against the tank again, repeating, “Understood?”

The male nodded once and Mando dropped his body to the floor. His green body convulsed as he coughed and sucked in his breaths, but you weren’t watching him. You were staring at your Mandalorian, mouth agape, and stomach coiling with feelings you had obviously not pushed down deep enough. Mando calmly opened the tank and picked up the male on the floor, still gasping and clutching his throat in pain, and practically threw him in the bicarbonate. His body froze over immediately with his hand still pressed against his already bruising throat. 

Mando stared at the frozen body, and you stared at him. As you let your mind process what just happened, a wave of anger began to rise in your body. He had defended you before, but never like that, and something about it finally struck down the wall around your feelings for him. You had no other way to cope with that vulnerability than anger. A volcanic fire of rage enveloped you at your own stupidity and weakness when it came to the warrior in front of you, and who better to take it out on than the man himself.

So, you spun him around and slammed him against the tank, hard enough for him to exhale a huff. His hands went up in the air, refusing to go anywhere near you, and his chest heaved against your own. Your foreheads were practically touching as you hissed at him. 

“How many times have I told you,” you whispered menacingly, “I don’t need a fucking watchdog.”

Mando replied quickly, quicker than he had ever before and in a tone laced with anger similar to your own. “Do you think I can fucking help it?”

You stared at him, feeling the murder in your face beginning to soften.

“Do you think I don’t try to stop myself Y/N? Have you not realized that I cannot stop it. I cannot fucking stop it.” Your body remained pressed to his but your grip on him softened enough for him to drop his hands lower and lower. He practically dropped his forehead against yours in defeat as he whispered, “I don’t know why, but I just can’t stop myself. Not when it comes to you.”

He was a ruthless bounty hunter, but a terrible liar.

You remained pressed together for a few more moments, breathing hard, waiting for the other to move first. Mando’s hands made it down to his sides, clenched so tense the leather squeaked, before the tiniest brush of his right hand gazed against your hip. 

“Not when it comes to you,” he whispered, and slipped out from under your grip.

You didn’t watch him climb the ladder: you didn’t notice him look back for you, waiting for you to follow; you didn’t hear his sigh before he made it to the top of his climb; you didn’t register the ship rocking into hyperspace. 

All you could feel was that brush of his leather against your hip, so tender, so...loving. Your body was unable to move and your mind was unable to work. All they could latch onto was the feeling of that adoring touch...

...and how much you fucking loved it. 

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[ceruleancattail]

Suppleness

Mystic au

Stone lion Leona x reader

There was a certain appeal to stone, a suppleness that could be replaced by no other. It almost felt alive, pressed right against the curve of your palm. There were craftsmen who would only to work with the treasure dug out of the Earth, were there not?

Skilled hands spending hours, chiseling away at hardened rock. Calloused hands wrapped around the handles of hammers and chisels, digging them deep into that grey surface. Chipping off bit by bit, knocking away at those great grand monuments of nature’s will.

Until the soul trapped within could finally break free.

You never really took the time to appreciate those structures. Well, until you had the chance to get up and personal with one. Leona always seemed rather fond of that one sunny point in your room.

Leaning against the wall, eyelids yanked shut. His chest rose and fell with the steady beat of his heard, thumping through his chest. It’s hard to see if he truly was asleep, or it was just another act he threw up in front of you.

Leona was… layered. Like the crust of the Earth, each one much more deeper then the last. Piles of history buried under dirt and grime of time long lost, shielding him from whoever dares approach. Leona seems to protects himself with his aloof manner, lazing around like some great big cat.

Yet for all his snoozing, his ears are still upright, twitching away at every sound echoing around him. Despite all of his flippant grumbles about “leaving the god-damned guardian life behind”, he was still protecting you, to this very day.

Such devotion required a… reward, no?

Squatting down, you stare at your familiar from across the room. Slowly shuffling towards him with tensed shoulders, stifling your laugh as you inch closer.

How have the tables turned. The hunter being hunted… in a sense.

If Leona noticed you, he didn’t let on. Still that same great old statue of rock, frozen stock-still. You shift a little bit closer, closer enough for you to see every bit of his face. From the curve of his lips, to that thread-thin scar running through his eyelid. Like a crack, in an otherwise flawless sculpture.

You didn’t mind it so much. It gave him a certain character. Honestly? It’s more impressive he has that scar. It meant he survived.

That’s much more important than any victory, is it not?

Slowly, you stretch your hand out. Hand hovering over his scar, not quite reaching his skin. You wait there in silence, for any sign of discomfort from Leona.

He shifts ever so slightly in his sleep, eyes still yanked shut, shoulders dipping into your direction. Pressing his face into your fingertips grudgingly, an odd rumbling clawing its way out of his throat.

Well, that certainly wasn’t an objection. Gently, you trace the jagged edges of his wound, before gingerly cupping his cheeks within your hands. His skin was surprisingly supple, a far cry from the stiffness of rock. It was… pleasant, really. You could feel his warmth bleed into your skin, a soft embrace.

You two sat right there, under the golden glow of the sun’s halo. Basking in the warmth of each other. Bit by bit, you could feel your eyelids grow heavy, head dipping with every passing second.

The rustle of cloth startled you out of your daze. A weight pressed itself into your hips, a pair of arms wrapping themselves around you. Blinking in surprise, you glance back at Leona’s face.

Only to meet a pair of half-lidded emerald eyes, twinkling with mischief. A dastardly smirk plays on his lips, the very corners twitching upwards. He pulls you closer, close enough for your chest to be pressed up against his. Close enough for you to feel his heartbeat through his skin, a steady tempo.

Lowering his head, Leona nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder, his breath tickling the base of your neck. You could feel his fangs graze over your bare skin, razor sharp blades glide right over you. Yet you couldn’t feel even the very slightest hint of aggression from him.

“Hey, Leona?”

You mutter.

All you get as a response was a grunt, yet you know Leona a little too well to get offended. You know he’s listening, emerald eyes fixated on you attentively.

“You’re surprisingly soft.”

That earned a chuckle out of him, chest shaking from laughter. You could feel the way it trembled against your own, shuddering from that laugh. He tugs you closer, head bumping against yours gingerly.

“I’m soft, huh? That’s some audacity, Master. To use a lion as ya’ personal pillow.”

He laughs again, a rich sound, with a certain roughness around the edges. A hearty husky sort of chuckle that just melted in your ears in the most delightful way. Leona buries his head in the curve of your shoulder and the base of your neck, yet you could still feel his smile press into your skin, stretching wide.

“Ain’t like I’m complaining though.”

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[privitivium]

*appears in front of you wearing a suit* my good sir, may i offer you some flirtatious&dombot enmu x oblivious&subtop reader?:3 if dat dont peak your interest, allow me to descwibe the deal a bit better! see, not only is the reader as dense as bricks, he's also never had dreams befor!:0 (or sex but dats unrelated(⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）) enmu is shocked and appalled, not only by how dum reader is, but also by the fact they've never dreamed!!:00 so, enmu decides to not only make reader fuck him, (woahza, i jus got some deja vu from the first time i gave u an anonymous askO_o) he also decides to give reader an unforgettable dream!!!:3 so, what do you say, good sir?:33 *gibes you badly written contract*

:3 anon (but im in a suit now:D)

flirty dombot enmu x oblivious-ish,, subtop m reader

utterly enticing deal :3 in a suit... i sign thr contract with a single piece of macaroni. darlin is a demon hunter,,, meeting on a train but not mugen train arc! also amab enmu. ahemhrm. a bit rushed,,, apologies for that and any mistakes

meeting under rather,, strange circumstances… it was normal, which was the only thing strange about it! you treated enmu as though he were a human..! which usually he would have qualms about, being the superior race and all.. but you seemed charming enough to be given the chance of conversation as he studied you from afar - smiling to himself like an idiot… come to find out how utterly dense you were. i mean, he figured something had to be wrong if you thought he was human with his eyes and all,, upper moon one? come on, now.. you were something to be admired.. his object of his affection, disregarding muzan for the plot… staring at you, across you in the now empty train car.. all by your lonesome..

wondering.. why don't you dream..? staring at you hard, exploring your mind - delving deep in the darkest pits.. trying to feed off the horrors of your memories like the other passengers of the train - trying to find something that would utterly mess with your head, to make you submit easier… just to find that your life seemed to be relatively full of merriment,,. is every idiot this happy and full of bliss? an idiot who so happened not to dream; which was enmu's expertise?

eagerly moving to sit next to you, to feel you next to him now that he's materialized - all for you, he'd tease.. enmu already felt so familiar with you - as though you go way back.. his thick thighs pressing against yours - immediately thinking about the feeling of your cock down his throat.. nothing too serious besides milking you dumb and telling you what a good father you'd be,,. shaking his head back into place as he feels you stir - smiling happily and a little too close for comfort as he waits patiently, gleefully,,,

“ah, wow, you have a hand on your mouth..” you yawned loudly, and he wonders how strong you must be to be an actual demon slayer if not for your smarts. enmu snickers gently, a hand to his lips. “ a-a mouth on your hand.” you correct, awakening to the warmth of a body - it was as if time skipped, and you had merely been resting your eyes for a mere second.. blinking the sleep from your eyes - a comfortable sleep, no less. glazing over your slip-up, regarding his delicate hand in wonder and a little odd that your senses were not picking up that he was a demon. wondering what color your blade is..

“yes, sweetie, a mouth on my hand..” he giggles - a melodious thrum, “i'm enmu.” a grin slips along his lips - fangs poking out - not bothering to ask as he already knew your name from deep diving throughout your mind.., “do you wanna see it up close?” he teases, reaching over and offering his hand out for you to kiss, imagining himself as victorian royalty.. ”oh, boy.. would i ever..” you trail off, reaching you and gently taking his grey toned hand in yours - admiring the fully functional mouth on the back of enmu’s hand, running the pad of your thumb over the lips and slowly closing in - enmu's face erupting in a dull red color as you kiss his hand so sweetly,,, being an idiot makes you much charming that your average person, he thinks, feeling his hand tongue being licked at messily - what were you doing, trying to makeout with his hand and making his cock ache…??

“it's real? oh.. jeez. I thought it was a tattoo.” you remark, pulling away with a shy grin - a trail of saliva following your lips that you mindlessly wipe off with the back of your hand. you introduce yourself, before you forget to. enmu hums gently, shivering as he crosses one leg over the other ; pressing against you a bit obnoxiously, invitingly draping his hand on your inner thigh -

“of course it's real… how did you sleep, hun?” he questions gently, turquoise eyes half-lidded and batting his eyelashes,,, unable to contain his merriment.

you shrug, leaning back against, “pretty good actually.” you nod, cracking a grin at the effeminate man pressed against you so shamelessly, “did you sleep good too? oh.. and where is everyone?”

“no dreams? nothing notable?” he teases - answering your question with one of his own; a hazy blush dusting his face, eyes half-lidded. what, you just fall asleep and wake up? just like that? how.. boring. enmu purses his lips, tilting his head at you while wrapping his arms around your thicker, muscular arm,,, you can dream.. he can show you. “w-well,, no..” you squint, eyes narrowing as you try to recall.. before the man at your side disappears and the motion of the train slows to a stop..,,,

“how utterly saddening,” he murmurs with a frown, feigning sadness as he delicately cups your face - you, simply staring into his turquoise eyes without a care as he was suddenly placed atop your thighs,, in his dream realm,,., glancing around briefly in curiosityㅡ“not one to dream? so very interesting…” enmu continued, nonchalantly sitting atop your very obviously hardened groin - pegging you for a bit of a virgin and taking it as a compliment.., “interesting?” you question him curiously, eyes narrowed as you take a moment to actually look at him, taking in his soft, pink cheeks with odd square markings.. lifting your hand to his cheek and totally not taking notice of the change of your surroundings… “what's so interesting about it..”

“so adorable..” enmu snickers softly behind his free hand, daintily covering his mouth,, “...it's interesting that you don't dream is all.. i like dreaming.. succumbing to a realm where you can mold reality to your liking..” you seemed to not be paying attention, as you suddenly grip his thighs - startling him briefly and accidentally showing you something horrific, that makes your eyes water - he wasn't opposed to seeing you in such disarray, but for some reason, scaring you didn't seem as fun as messing with others did.. the urge to hold you in his arms, a person much bigger than him,,. “noㅡnono, it's okay..! you're okay, silly..!” He laughs delicately, coddling your face with his hand before pressing the back of his palm to your flushed cheek and began licking away the tears akin to a cat; the scene switching to something lovely, something you were sure to relax in… resting upon a cloud in a setting sky,,, enmu surprises even himself sometimes, being so chummy with a human..

“this is what a dream is.. you see?” he hums gently, taking the time to slowly unbuckle your belt and eager to see your pent-up cock,, rubbing his thighs together,,, his pre-cum soaking through the fabric of his pants and all,, “isn't it fantastic, my dear? you'll be seeing and feeling.. much more of this..” he drags his palm along your cock over your underwear - you squirm, fidgeting as you squint at him, huffing mutely,.. you did have some experience with.. sex and whatnot.. but not with someone as weird looking as enmu, as you saw it. you definitely weren't opposed to being touched by such a person as this pretty guy.. enmu, knowing exactly what you liked, as he leaned upwards and caressed underneath your jaw, humming gently - before he was naked, and bare for you to marvel at,, feeling himself smiling giddily to himself as he catches how you leer at him;; pre-cum pearling at the slit of your flushed tip that he stripped bare seconds before,, “this is a dream?” you murmur, in confusion; hands clenched into fists before tracing on enmu's bare thighs - the same square pattern on his cheeks, trailing down his thighs.. and his cock, leaking so prettily just at the sight of your own,,, inhaling deeply, feeling drunk off the scent of your sex -

“y-yes.. a dream..” grinding his ass against your bare cock, “isn't this lovely, my darling?” his own dick bobbing with his fluid movements as he holds himself up with his hands stationed on your shoulders - sharp nails every so slightly digging into your skin, not that you seemed to mind - and rather rutted upwards, into him - tip briefly poking against his puckered hole. “a-ah,, what a wonderful idea,,,” enmu murmurs aloud, shivering at the feeling, daydream of feeling your cum settle inside him. he cant help himself,,, just so eager to feel you,, taste you,,, what a silly little guy you were, just so eager to feel a demon fuck on you, huh? not that your idiot mind could comprehend such a thing.. not having any qualms as you were having such a grand time of having such a pretty guy grind himself into you - practically cumming on yourself just from that - “uhah.. wah.. you're good at this.” you murmur, feeling embarrassed as your thighs begin to twitch - legs squirming.

“,,, pathetic,,,” enmu voiced sweetly, affectionately as he leaned downward, his lips catching yours and teeth pricking your lips; blood which he eagerly laps up - “but ever so cute,,” he had the urge to degrade you horribly,,, taking your human dick up the ass like a champ - insulting you for your blood.. but ,,, ur just so cute,,, how could enmu ever treat you like that? perhaps he could .. just… feet you some of his blood… “enmu..” you try his name on your tongue, admiring his features once more as you grip the flesh of his plump ass in your hands. you'd.. take advantage of this supposed dream… he coos gently,, a soft awwh,,,, before reaching downward and lathering your cock in your fluids - jerking you off briefly before aiming your cock to lineup with his hole,, to push onto you, himself, as you were too busy admiring his face.. making him feel all fluttery.. ugh, how dare you.. “yes, my dear?” he hums affectionately, inching himself downward onto the tip of your cock, before stilling - trying to relax as he presses downward onto you, barely making it passed the neck before he was whimpering softly and paying you no mind - utterly focused on feeling you in him the thick girth of your cock - tip reaching deeper than any toys he's fucked himself with, grazing his prostate so sweetly as he's fully pierced himself with your cock,,,

rendering you speechless.. your form,,, your eyes glistening, glazed over with tears and a face darkened with the heat of arousal,, he could feel your fat cock throb inside him,,, he grinned, feeling so proud of himself as he sloppily, skillfully begins bouncing himself at a slow pace along your girth, whining softly as tears of pain and pleasure prick his turquoise eyes - not that he was complaining,,

“feels good, hrm?” he grinned widely, breathlessly. you seem to he big on eye contact - tensing around you deliberately as he slides himself up and down, slamming down and grinding into your crotch - “a-ah, yes.. yes, uh.. enmu..” you manage, staring teary-eyed and breathless at the demon riding you,,, cum coating your naked abdomenㅡenmu's cum,,, that he was sure to swipe off with his digits and shove in your mouth,,, tensing as you shift upward, hands gripping his hips as you pull him downward onto your cock - pushing your face into his shoulder - body reacting without your mind as your lower intestines coil, hole clenching around nothing before you positively releasing your load unto his gummy walls,,, gasping softly as you bury your face into his surprisingly not sweaty flesh,, “again..” enmu smiles bashfully, slowly beginning to bounce himself,,, showing no signs of stopping. he was sure to drag this out,, make you relive your first time ever having an orgasm,,, so politely,,,

#kny =͟͟͞͞★ #* ( :3 ) !!! #enmu x male reader #x male reader #top male reader #subtop male reader #subtop m reader #dombot enmuu!!!!!! #hoorayy!!!

[yurinaa-world]

hello, blade, jing yuan, dan heng and welt platonic with a child!reader who is like griseo from honkai impact?

Characters: Blade, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, and Welt yang platonic! x Female reader

Synopsis: reader that's like Griseo from honkai impact

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes,

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

You are favored by everyone in the Stellarton Hunters; even Elio does it too. You both are stuck together whenever everyone else is 'busy'; you’re always quiet, really wanting to talk to anyone in general, and it’s no difference with him just painting and painting (he could leave but doesn’t).

Most people don’t see you anywhere since you're probably in your art room that no one knows where it is since there are several art rooms for you; he’s walked in on you in a room, thinking it was some sort of spy.

He looks at some of your paintings whenever he’s stuck taking care of you, which freaks you out. Does he have to look at that one? The painting in question was based on him and how he looks similar to spider lilies. He doesn’t say anything and just puts the painting back where it was hanging.

Y’know those trashy art kits with bad markers and ‘paints’ (but very expressive) Well, while going causing some havoc, he saw it and thought you would like it. When he sees your face happy (for at least trying), he is glad, until Kafka tells him that you probably wouldn’t use it since the kit is really low quality.

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

He gives you an entire art room with very expensive supplies, and since he sees you somewhere where no one goes, you start to freak out a little whenever someone sees you. He hopes you impress him with your skills, and if you do, he might hang your painting in his office so that those who come and see him can also witness your piece.

You're very comfortable around him, only letting him see your paintings. You just finished wanting me to praise you for your hard work and give you a little attention.

Watch you get very shy when talking to other people at events with him. Go on, why don’t you tell them about the painting on the walls? You were the one who spent your sweat and tears just to complete it.

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

He’s a bit awkward when it comes to you; you both don’t talk and don’t leave your rooms either. Since everyone is going out to get something on this new planet and you both are staying well, Dan Heng is in charge of you. It might have been the first time he’s ever seen your room. and it’s a total mess—paintbrushes, paint, several unfinished paintings, and broken parts of supplies all over the place.

Everyone thought his room was that bad. He can just sit there on the side and not stare at you, you say in a whisper. What? Well, you get nervous whenever he stares at you, so he can't... One question about painting: you lost your mind and told him about everything, so it was a bonding experience, and now you give him some little drawings, so it’s worth it.

You also use the database in his room to get inspiration for your next painting from your favorite artist.

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔

He asks you many questions just to see you freak out over your obsession. Like,  let it all out; he’ll hear out everything you say; he means everything—the origin of the color purple, sure! Knock yourself out or talk about your favorite artist, what kind of painting they did, what their first painting was, and stuff like that.

Unlike Blade, he gets you good painting supplies that aren't like Crayola or those bad art sets like pencils that have good pigment and paint brushes made with the finest bristles, like he knows what good stuff is at.

I helped you design your room as well, making it very bright and artistic like you, with your most beloved paintings all over your walls, and even gave you two matching paintings, one for you and the other for him.

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[meownotgood]

equalizer. / gun fiend!aki x reader, 18+, reader is fem bodied, csm spoilers, gun play, fear play, blood play, monster fucking, mirror sex, dubcon, stomach bulge, aki has a metal dick

Once the Gun Devil has infected the mind of a human vessel, they can no longer think for themselves. Can't take control, can't rationalize anything coherent. Fiends hold on to some of their humanity. But in this state, the only thing they can perceive are their most carnal desires. 

He doesn't care that he's pushed you so roughly your head is left spinning when it hits the wall, he isn't thinking about how he's gripping your side so hard your skin might bruise. The only thing Aki — or is it the fiend who's possessing Aki? — can think of as he backs you into a corner, keeps you steady with his rifle under your chin, then leans in and starts nipping at your pulse with sharp canines is how badly he needs to get his cock inside of you.

It's some sort of impulse. Something you could only describe as animalistic, something neither you, nor any of the devil hunters back at Public Safety could ever begin to quite put their finger on, you're betting. Definitely something much more devilish than human.

You figure you should have studied the behavior of devils and fiends enough to predict this, but what's happening to you right now is far from anything you've encountered before. You're normally composed in these kind of situations. But when the most feared, most dangerous devil in all of Japan is right in front of you, and when he already has you wrapped right around his trigger finger, how could you possibly stay calm?

Even without his chapped lips scraping your neck, you know your pulse is thrumming and thrumming and thrumming, your heart is pounding in your chest — and he can sense it, can feel it. Your heartbeat is insistent on his mouth, your fear and anticipation radiates from you and runs deep in his veins. His head is heavy, he's stronger, even more sure of what he wants compared to when he first came here. You've got his one-track mind focused enough to doom you even worse than you already are. 

When he manages to bite down hard enough to break the skin, droplets of blood pooling in his mouth, that's when you're really screwed. Or maybe you knew you were from the very beginning.

The moment you opened the door and saw the devil standing there, back hunched and posture rigid. Hair all a mess, the same suit jacket you ironed two days before draping from his shoulders, muttering something to himself that sounds like the syllables of your own name, you were done for. You gave yourself no means of escape the moment you made the connection between Aki and this fiend in your brain. 

You're okay with that. You're okay with it because it's Aki. You were fine with letting him inside and you didn't panic even when he cornered you. But that was when you didn't know his intentions.

Now, now he's dragging his tongue over the length of your neck, warm and wet and messy, now he's lapping at your salty sweat and your delicious blood — It's good, a metallic pang hits his throat and he's breathing harder, his dick is throbbing in his pants. Fuck, he needs you; he's losing the last shreds of sanity he had left. He's gotten a taste of what he wants, but surely he won't be satisfied with just a taste.

You can tell he needs more when as he's still sucking on your neck, your fresh wound stinging from the flick of his tongue, at the same time he's shifting his rifle between your legs; your whole body tenses on instinct and tries to shrink further into the wall behind you, and he's huffing an amused, bone-chilling chuckle. The sound sends a cold shiver down your spine. 

Your plight is just something he finds amusing. Thrilling, even. You should give up.

Your heart beats against your ribs a little bit faster, he pulls away and you get a closer look at his face for the first time. Messy hair obscuring a thick twist of veins and marrow around his face, teeth stained crimson when his lips upturn in another playful smirk. Your gaze meets the end of a wide pistol, you think this all might end for a fraction of a second, but everything melts away as icy cold lips press fast against your own. 

Tugging you backward along with him, free hand clenched on the front of your shirt, the gun sticking out of his forehead forces Aki to tilt his head at an uncomfortable angle in order to kiss you. He's quick to explore your mouth, to suck on your tongue. He's pulling you closer and as he stumbles, your feet get caught out right from under you. Your hands reach up in an attempt to grab onto something, and your fingers run through thick, matted hair. He smells like charcoal and tastes just the same, bitter and rich with a sharp tang of blood. 

You've kissed Aki before. You can still remember what it's like to feel his soft lips on yours, his bangs tickling your skin, his hands on your waist. Doesn't matter how long ago it was, or how drunk the two of you were, or how many times the two of you swore you'd try to forget. You could never forget.

But this kiss burns harder than anything you're used to, this kiss is all-consuming, breathless. It steals the air from your lungs and leaves you yielding to his — to a devil's — touch. It's how you've wanted Aki to kiss you for so, so long now. Hasty and impatient, he groans into you, a deep and familiar noise, and everything turns into less of a kiss and more of a clumsy mess of lips and open mouths.

Clumsy. That's how you would describe every move the devil piloting Aki's body makes, from the way he trips forwards and falls to the floor with you pinned underneath him, to how his lips don't quite meet yours, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip, drool dripping down your chin until your mouth is messy with his spit. He's uncoordinated and God is he inexperienced, running on pure instinct and nothing else.

His hand is fumbling to undo your clothes like it's something he's never done before. He's kissing you through it, placing wet kisses on the corner of your mouth, breathing hot air onto your cheek and biting at your ear. He's learning as he goes too, but he still tears them off without regard for rips in the fabric or buttons popping off to roll across the floor. It's unceremonious in the fact that he stays clothed, but he strips you from just enough clothing to let him have you how he likes: shirt disheveled and simply tugged all the way up, everything else tossed aside. 

A line of saliva trails from his mouth to yours as he finally pulls away, and his rough palm glides from your chest to your hips to your thighs; he wastes no time tugging them harshly apart. His tie rests on your chest, the sleeve of his suit jacket is rough on your bare skin. And you like this, don't you? 

At every opportunity you've had to push him away, you haven't. He gives you another sloppy kiss and against all odds, you're gripping his tie to tug him in closer. He smiles into your mouth and shifts his rifle between your thighs, and to his wild amusement, you're spreading them wider. Your arms are shaking when the rifle cocks, ready to fire. But even so, he's pressing his lap into you, he lets you feel how hard he's gotten because of this, and you're arching your body into him, all on your own. 

You want to get fucked like this, right? How long have you gone without Aki, without anything?

You're so good for him too, so obedient. The muzzle is heating up, and you're starting to squirm, but all it takes is a firm press of his pistol to your temple to get you listening. He can't deny he likes how you shiver, how you're delicate enough to break. And all he needed was to run the steel tip of his rifle over your waiting cunt to get you soaking wet. 

He rubs his thumb over your lips and parts them to shove the digit inside your mouth; you're gasping and sucking and he's pressing the end of the rifle in, in, in until your pussy is stretching and you're taking it. Just like that, so damn easy. Aki fucks you with his gun in short little spurs, rough movements that have you clenching and writhing underneath him — eyes glazed over, wet drool coating his fingers when he shoves more of them in, index and ring along with his thumb. The metal barrel glistens from your slick arousal, it's intense and it drags against your walls in a way that hurts just enough to spark your senses alight, to feel like heaven. 

A sense of heaven from a devil who surely came from hell. He's disgusting for this, sure, but you're the one who's enjoying it. 

He pumps the rifle in and out, works you up to a steady rhythm as a small mercy before he really starts fucking it deep. Deep enough to feel the end nudging at your cervix: a mix of dull hurt and overwhelming pleasure. He drags it out, tilts his head down and spits a thick glob of saliva onto the end of it to make it easier, then shoves it right back in.

He's starting to pant, he grips your waist to keep you still and smears your own wet saliva over your skin. His arm is steady, but the rest of his body shakes just as much as yours. He focuses on your face, on the flutter of your lashes, he watches the addicting way your pussy takes his gun. He's rolling his hips, grinding against your thigh now, perhaps without even realizing it, breathing hard and searching for any bit of friction on his aching cock he can possibly receive.

You're close already, chest heaving and hands clenched where your arms are sprawled out above your head. You can tell he's thick from his bulge on your thigh alone, you know how hard he is, how badly the devil wants to put his cock in you, and the thought gets you even higher. He hits that perfect sweet spot and as you're falling to pieces, he's right behind you, cumming in his pants with sloppy humps of his lap into your thigh.

The feeling of pleasure hardly materializes for him. It isn't enough. He doesn't want to cum like this, he wouldn't have done so if he had more self-control — any self-control. No, he needs to have his cum in you. 

You're still catching your breath when you hear the clink of his belt buckle and the rustle of clothing. His cock is cold on your stomach, slick and sticky with his spend, even colder when he rubs the slit right at your entrance and lets it drip, drip, not yet giving you the satisfaction of sinking inside. It's only when you gasp a desperate, sweet please that he holds your waist, pulling you up with ease and deciding to settle you into his lap. 

Everything happens before you have a second to think. He's thick, freezing cold and impossibly hard, leaking with arousal; it's a tight fit, a stretch when he gets the tip in, but when he's pulling you and bucking his hips out of impatience, leaving you no choice but to sink down onto him, he slides in nice and easy, you take all of him perfectly. You swear you hear him give a sigh of approval the moment the devil is all the way inside you.

Aki Hayakawa is gentle. Aki takes things slow, he's careful with every one of his touches and thoughtful with all of his words. 

And this is Aki. This is his body, his broad shoulders that you grip to steady yourself, it's the same familiar lilt of his voice when he grunts out your name. Your name, because even now, even like this, he still remembers how to say it. Your own name is the only thing he remembers. You're the only thing he cares about.

And it's his calloused hand when he caresses your skin and digs his nails into your thigh, hard enough to leave marks. The glint of his circular earrings is just as you've always known each time he tilts his head and they catch the dying light. The way his hair falls over his face is the same as you remember, save for the barrel wedged right in the middle of his skull. 

Perhaps Aki is the one who's motivating the devil to act like this, to want you so badly. All of his pent up emotions, all the times he's wanted to have you but couldn't, when he's dreamed about taking you over his bed and touched himself to the thought — This is the culmination of everything. He just needed an excuse to act. 

But even so, this isn't the same. Aki isn't like this, Aki doesn't feel like this. The Gun Fiend is very, very different, because the Gun Fiend fucks rough. 

Each buck of his hips into you forces him deeper inside. He keeps an unrelenting grip on your side, he's smirking as he drags you down and then up again, guiding you to bounce on his cock. His dick throbs with every noise you make for him. You're so tight, you're dripping, you're getting his pelvis slick and smeared with your arousal and fuck, it feels so good to be buried deep inside your warm cunt, he never wants to pull out. 

And he doesn't. You let the Gun Devil fuck you how he pleases, use you like a toy. Your thighs hurt, and when you're slowing down, when he wants to get in deeper, he's wrapping an arm around you and pinning you to the ground again, this time on your stomach, ass backed up against him.

He sinks back inside in one smooth movement with a deep-sounding groan, he presses his hand to the back of your head and shoves your cheek into the hardwood floor. His tie tickles your back and his fingers clench tightly in your hair and — Oh, you can feel the ridges of his cock so, so much better. 

From the beginning, you reasoned his heart is colder than before, but you started to assume his body must not be entirely human, either. He feels too different. Once again, like more of a devil.

And now, when you're feeling him like this, close and inside, you're sure. Aki places his hand under your stomach, he lifts your hips and fucks into you hard, hips deft to your ass, and you feel the solid steel again, the indents in the shaft and the solid metal rings right around the head. 

In the end, it's no different to getting fucked on his gun. 

And as filthy as you are for admitting it, he feels so good. He fucks you with hard thrusts of his hips, his breath is scorching hot on your skin when he kisses your jaw. The end of his gun brushes the back of your skull and he mumbles a satisfied hum when you promptly get louder for him. 

You love when he fucks you like this, sloppy cunt squelching around him as he pistons his cock in and out. A layer of sweat coats your skin. You're kept pinned down by his weight on your back. 

When he angles his hips and drags you in closer, you're clenching on him — You're hit with waves of ecstasy as you cum for him again, and he isn't stopping, he moans and grips you tighter but he keeps fucking into you at the same desperate pace. The echo of skin slapping skin fills the room, Aki breathes your name against your ear in a pleased-sounding tone and his voice sounds so much like him you feel like you could cum once more. 

All your nerves feel light and fluttery, you're dizzy, the room is spinning. You're given a few moments to compose yourself when he buries himself deep inside and stops moving, tugging his tie from his collar to give himself more breathing room and relishing in how you pulse around him. 

At that moment, you're able to make yourself more comfortable by shifting your head to the side, and your eyes catch on the wall, on a pretty full-length mirror you bought for your apartment a few days prior. In the reflection, Aki's large figure is positioned above you, his body bent over your own, caging you in. Large rifle sprouting from his arm, barrel in his skull. His slacks are slipping down his thighs, his dress shirt's come loose from his waistband. 

He pulls out half-way, slowly this time, shaft shiny and slick, distinctly silver. His bottom lip quivers, still grinning in amusement. You watch as he grips your waist and shoves his cock all the way inside you, deep enough and large enough to put a round bulge in your stomach. 

God. 

Aki works back up to his previous pace, and your vision grows misty through tears, but your gaze stays glued to the sight. His grunts in your ear grow louder as he fucks you 'til he's close. He bites carelessly at your shoulder, presses his tongue to your neck and tries to taste more blood from where he bit you earlier. His dick slips out from his clumsiness and how messy you are; he rubs it against your clit, spreads slick on the inside of your thighs, grips your ass and shoves it back in. 

He's reaching for your hand as his breath picks up. There's a startling juxtaposition between how he grips the back of your hand tightly, running his thumb over your knuckles as a simple idle movement while fucking you so rough. Like he's not a horrifying devil, like it's Aki. The silhouette you see in the mirror almost crushes that illusion.

His hips get sloppier, his voice and his weight and his smell like a breath of charcoal are all you can perceive; he grits his teeth, and he gasps out your name softer than you expected. 

Then, he's letting go — He's moaning and pumping you full of his cum, warm globs of sticky white that drip from your cunt and onto the floor as he keeps thrusting in. Your body goes limp underneath him, you're twitching from the aftershocks of another high and he takes advantage, shoving in as deep as he can go, balls pressed to your skin, filling you with everything he has. Making you his. 

All his, finally. The Gun Fiend starts to feel a bit of relief for himself when he's empty, pulled out and collapsed on top of you. Breathing slow and heavy, he's still for the first time. 

He's nicer than you take him for, has a bit more of Aki in him than you anticipated, that much is true. He'll let you regain some clarity. But he hasn't bred you enough yet. He's nowhere near done with you. 

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x you #aki x you #aki hayakawa smut #aki smut #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader

[inklore]

Bodyguard namor would be a menace. Imagine thinking you got away from him and he's just standing in the corner watching you act like a brat. He gives you ultimatums too 😩 sure I can let you cum but didn't you want to sneak out to that party later? Don't want you to be tired when I drag you back🏃🏿‍♀️

pairing: bodyguard!namor x (f)reader

word count: 863

warnings: eighteen+ content, a little bit of hunter x prey kink, spanking, threats, brat taming, manhandling.

note: ok but this has me bashing my head off the wall because ldshfdkf he'd be so fucking tortuous about it, like he'll make you believe you actually stand a chance against him but when he catches you he's going to ruin you!!

“I’ll make a deal with you. If I can’t catch you before you get to the front door, then you can go to your little party. But if I do catch you, then you get two punishments.”

His words sing in the adrenaline fueled cloud in your head as your hammering heart echoes in your eardrums, as you tiptoe through the dark hallway—a smart tactic on his part, if not a little bit of cheating, to turn all the lights out after he gave you your head start.

And for the only time in your life you’re wishing your parents bought a smaller house. Did you really need all this space?

The door looks miles away in the hallway leading up to the foyer. Has it always been this long? Were you really this out of breath already and you’ve barely even sprinted?

You swallow in attempts to mask your heavy breathing, to restrict your breath to not give yourself away, hard and shallow. A futile effort on your behalf when it only seems to make you breathe harder, faster; or maybe that was the adrenaline high at the fear of getting caught pumping through your veins—and something else. Something unwarranted and wanting at the thought of Namor catching you, and what actions were to come of his threat.

You’d never lie to yourself and pretend that a part of you wanted to get caught. To put his words to the test. To keep this little game of you being a brat and him trying to control you, to hold power over you that you just laughed at—but touched yourself to when you were alone at night.

But you would be damned if you gave him the satisfaction of knowing that. Of willingly admitting to him that each scowl or grunt of disapproval was only threatening your restraint to slip into dangerous territory of you letting him put his hands on you, in a more pleasing manner; a beg for him to teach you a lesson after being a brat, or to take out his obvious annoyance with you on another part of your body, the part that was soaked and wanting for him.

You can’t hear him, let alone see him, in the overly quiet of the dark.

You try to hold your breath, still the heavy heaves of your chest. Try to listen to any sign of footsteps or bumps of his shoe against an unsuspected piece of furniture. But there’s nothing.

Nothing but the ringing in your ears from your heart brushing itself against your ribcage.

Fuck it.

You were going to that party.

You didn’t spend your money on this dress, and hours in front of your mirror, to not show up just because Namor found it some crock-of-shit threat level. Fuck him. You were going.

So as carefully as you can, while continuing to hold your breath, you slip off your heels. Try to remember all those breathing techniques you’ve seen Namor do when you—not so subtly—spy on him during his gym sessions. Doing the barest of stretches, and then you’re sprinting towards the door. Dropping the tip-toed-run behind, not caring if you sound like a linebacker coming down the field. The adrenaline in your veins turns to excitement when you’re inches—centimeters—from the door.

You're going to make it.

You’re basically there.

One more leap and–

The wrap of a warm bicep is around your midsection just as your fingertips are reaching out for the handle. It all plays out in slow motion as the solid chest behind you presses to your back, and drags you to the other side of the room. Manhandling your thrashing body like it’s nothing as you’re pressed against the wall.

Caged in like an animal.

Torn from bittersweet victory—freedom.

“Oh, you were so close.”

“Fuck you. Let me go.” You huff, your attempts to reach back and connect your elbow with muscle only making you more exasperated.

“You lost. It hurts not getting your way doesn’t it?” His lips brush the back of your ear as he speaks, his hot breath a light pant. Sending shivers down your arched spine. “Tell me, which punishment do you want first?”

The rough touch of his palm sliding over the globe of your ass cheek to hike up your dress and expose your flesh—and the skimpy thong you had imagined benefiting you in a much different way tonight—to him; seizing your body’s motor functions. The adrenaline in your veins burns into molten lava that has you heated and whimpery.

The light slap his cupped palm gives to your cheek makes you grind against him involuntarily, “I can put you over my knee, or I can give you the proper fuck you need to understand who’s in charge.” Your tongue heavy and dry in your throat doesn’t allow you to speak. An incoherent noise at the back of your throat all you can dredge up—this is insane, he shouldn’t be touching you like this, nor should you be shaking with how badly you want whatever he’s about to give you.

“If I choose for you you’re not going to be able to sit properly for days.”

#namor smut #namor x you #namor x black reader #namor x y/n #namor headcanon #namor imagine #kukulkan smut #bodyguard!namor #namor blurb #namor fic #kukulkan x you #namor x female reader #black panther smut #kukulkan x reader #namor fanfic #namor fanfiction #thots !

[thefandomdirtymind]

How about opla!sanji being completely in love with the reader the moment he sees them?

It just hits him, bam, love at first sight. He plans to marry them kinda moment. Maybe they are in need of rescue or part of a rival crew.

A/N IMPORTANT:  Hi Anon ! Thank you for your request. I had so much fun writing it and playing with the idea of Sanji just planning his own wedding cake at the first of the reader. I assume by your use of Them that you wanted it gender neutral so I did my best and I hope you will like !

I though I knew love

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Gender neutral (Them)

Sanji series : SFW Shiny Offering - NSFW The Small Favor - SFW The Mermaid Dream - SFW The Magic of a Kiss  - NSFW Casual

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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Love is a strange thing. Leading you to have affection for a thing, a pet, a person, multiple people at once, maybe, one more that another or felt head over heels for somebody at first sight. 

Not that you could tell yourself. Your love life hadn’t nothing to be told if not the term “boring” was the best to describe it. You had ,of course, a certain attraction and affection for your previous partners, but in your experience, the big true love was only things existing in books and short stories. 

However,the last thing you wanted to think about right now was love. The chain retraining your wrist was starting to get itchy, the little drop of water falling from the ceiling every ten seconds slowly gave you headaches and you could smell it in the air. The crew of Marines had become a little bit more nervous since they brought you a new cell companion, an unconscientious pretty orange haired girl. Maybe she would become your key to escape that rat hole of a ship. 

As if your thought had summoned it, you suddenly heard the blast of cannon and the scream of an eminent battle. Your brain working at full speed, you immediately start to search for a way out of that damn cell. Never you will allow yourself to be caught again, neither by the marine ,who’s without no doubt will execute you, nor by those pirates. You didn’t escape the circus or Buggy to come back in this nightmare. You prefer to drown. 

Kicking the door as hard as you can, targeting the rusty corner of the keyhole you abruptly stop when you hear heavy footsteps in the stairs and a face you had hoped never see again. 

“ They finally caught you hm ? “ Zoro nagged you, taking a look at Nami who slowly was regaining consciousness. “ Welcome back, I'll get you out in a minute. I have to decide what we do with your little roommate here. ” 

“ I suggest you let me go and forget my existence. I did what I did because I was in debt with Buggy, go hunt him down instead “ You replied,already knowing that the pirate hunter wasn’t the kind to let you go so easily.

“ I could, or you could win your freedom. Fight me and I'll let you go “ He offered, opening the door, but still blocking you the way. 

—-

Sanji was right behind Zoro, clearing his part of the deck, kicking with all he had. Somewhere between a missing punch from a Marine and a successful attack of this part against a kneecap. He had nodded when his green hair crew member had informed him that he will go downstairs to help Nami. But, he hadn’t come back since and Sanji didn’t like it at all. How many times he will have to save the life of that ungrateful mosshead.

Getting down the stairs, the blond chef never passes the last step. What was in front of him was simply unreal.  

Sanji, though he knew love, had felt love before. But, as you succeed to push Zoro in a full blast, he realizes that he, in fact, never felt it that way. Seeing you still enchained, but still so beautifully strong, trying to defend  yourself as furiously as a tiger, with the only help of the loose chain of your restraints bracelet. Makes him feel as if he receives himself a punch in the guts. From somewhere he could hear the wedding bell and almost see the magnificent cake he will bake for the event.

Maybe a Lemon quatre-quart or a simple sponge vanilla cake with pieces of strawberry in it. Are roses will be too classic or a cascade of fresh tiger lily accros the cake would make it look to bold.

He sadly couldn’t finish his delicious pastry though. When, as in an attempt of escaping what could be a mortal blast, you enter in full collision with his body.  

As you try to get up, your eyes finally meet his. In the most stressful moment of your life, you feel yourself caught in the bluest gaze you've ever seen. And just like that, the idea of love at first sight didn’t seem to you like some literature mirage.   

“ Hello there “ Sanji smiled, laying under you, his head gently resting against a step, letting you free to decide your next move. Sure if you decided to step on him to break free, it would probably permanently break his heart, but if it would save your life, he will accept it gladly. 

“Hi…” You nervously replied, trying, and failing pathetically to not smile with him. 

“ Hey waiter, stay out of that ! The fight isn’t over come back here Y/N “ Zoro groan. 

“ In fact I think we should all get out of here “ Nami declared, as a boom and a big crash came from upstairs.

Finally untangle yourself from the blond man, still on your guard in front of Zoro, but unable to snatch your gaze of Sanji. You nod of the head and proceed to get up the stairs. 

The whole ship was a mess, every Marines on the deck was unconscious, the mainmast was down and as you can see, the only person still standing was a way too joyful young man wearing a straw hat.

“ Hey ! Did you find another crew member !? “ He asked, like if you aren’t still unchained and clearly under the dark gaze of Zoro. 

“ More like a lot of Berries in warrant “ The young swordsman replied. 

“ We can’t collect a warrant while being yourself a pirate Zoro and you had to admit it was a great fight you had. “ Nami contributed, offering you a smile. “ I was mostly unconscious but I heard you had escaped from Buggy, we are different, we could need your help in our crew.”  

“ I will gladly welcome them in the crew if they want to join, “ Sanji answered, smiling at you, a tenderness you hadn’t fully understood in his eyes. “ I can’t wait to cook you your favorite meal.”   

“ Well, I...if Zoro will not kill me in my sleep I guess that I will stick with you for a while. “ You answered, curious to discover the meaning of this strange feeling you felt earlier with the tall blond. And the woman, Nami, seems right. Even in the clown crew, you hadn’t seen nothing like their good chemistry.  

“ Whatever “ The ex-pirate hunter mumbled, clearly not happy but ready to follow ,what you surprisingly guess, is his captain.  

“ Yahoo !  I’m Monkey D. Luffy, we are the straw hat crew and I will be King of the Pirate ! Let’s get back to the ship, those handcuffs would be really uncomfortable ! “

—

Later that night, free of your chain and well fed for the first time in a while, you stay a little longer in the kitchen. 

Sitting at the table, the soft noise of Sanji cooking and the waves crashing against the hull . You absently dried the table knife you were previously cleaning. 

“ Y/N can you try those and tell me which you prefer ?” Sanji gently asked you, putting in front of you two slices of cake. 

A lemon quatre -quart and a vanilla sponge cake with strawberry pieces. 

At first surprise, you gave them a try, not sure of the last time you had cake. 

“ I can’t choose…They are both delicious ! “ You answered, finishing both slices. “ What is it for ?” 

“ Oh it’s for an event I plan for the future…” He simply replied, taking away the empty plates. “When we will be ready”

You didn’t know exactly why, maybe it was his soft smile when he was talking about that mysterious future plan or the gaze he was laying on you. But you couldn’t help yourself to feel your cheeks warming up a little, excited to discover more about that plan and which role you will play in it.

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