#i expect the kitten ones to fall out soon enough | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hellishjoel · 9 months

Text

talk me down

3.7k / therapist!joel x f!reader

← masterlist

Summary: You’re finally ready to sit down and discuss your obvious daddy issues. Your therapist, Joel, has his methods.

Warnings/Information/Heads-Up: MA 18+ (minors DNI), NO OUTBREAK, abuse of position (therapist!joel), discussions of parental divorce, daddy issues, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names, cursing/swearing, age gap, handjob (for a lil bit?) unprotected p in v, cockwarming (if you squint?), breathplay (I’m running out of breath typing all this are we good to go?)

A/N: this is my first fic wow how exciting, I can’t thank my new friends enough for the brainstorming and helping make it to tumblr so let’s just get on with it yeah? tell me if you want more, my requests are open x

“Oooh, fuck,” you gasp, your head coming back up to watch as his hand disappeared under the drape of your skirt. Suddenly you felt him cup your aching mound, taking in a short breath at the feeling of finally getting some much-desired pressure down there. “So fuckin’ wet… were you this wet during our whole session, kitten?” He asked. It was sick and twisted, you knew it was. That’s why you let out a shameful little nod, your legs wanting to clench around his hand there. He let out a disgusted scoff, you deserved it. You wanted to fuck your therapist.

“So what brings you here today?”

Your eyes shyly evade his, instead choosing to graze over the belongings of your new therapist’s office. It looked like a small library the way books were lined up and stacked on the shelves. The desk behind him was a dark oak, and everything had its place, not a pen out of line. After you deliberately ignore his question, he probes you again.

“It says on your intake form that you have... A distant relationship with your father due to your parents' divorce. Is that something you want to talk about with me today?”

His voice is sweet like honey, but you’re the only one dripping. You failed during your extended research on therapists to check his picture because you had no idea you signed up for someone so fucking handsome.

Your jaw was tight as you clamped your legs tighter together one draped over the other, trying to conceal your growing arousal. Talk, or he’ll think you’re mute!

“Yes.” You say, clearing your throat as you readjust your skirt over your lap, tugging at the hem.

You confide in Joel about the hardships of your parents growing up. The house was never quiet, always fighting, tearing each other down, and it just wasn’t healthy. You thought you’d thank the lord the day they filed for a divorce. You didn’t expect to lose the relationship you had with your father in the midst of it all.

You were still young, trying to grow up and learn, his absence mattered to you, even if it didn’t to your mother. He came around a lot at first. He’d pick you up from school and steal you away for a few hours, getting ice cream to celebrate your reunion with him.

But then, he got a new girlfriend. You weren’t sure how she managed to replace both you and your mother, but she did. You saw him less, he started not meeting your expectations. Soon, he became a weird distant memory. Now, as a young adult, you combat all the unjust things the wake of his departure caused. You couldn’t bear the thought of dating someone your age. Everyone was young and immature, asking for nudes over text after the first date if they even got your phone number at all. Now it was all just over social media or dating apps.

“Older men are just more... Refined. They have their priorities and goals, and they’re like... Actually accomplishing shit. Guys my age are just..” You paused, your eyes meeting his own to fill in the gaps.

“.. Not meeting your expectations?” Joel asked, his pen clutched in his hand as he scribbled something in his notepad.

“Right.” You let out breathily, your eyes falling to the chest hair you could see exposed by his button-up shirt.

This was a perfect example because look at Dr. Joel Miller! His Ph.D. decorated the wall with numerous other accolades on his shelves, so you knew he was smart. Being a therapist made him a good listener, you’d never have to feel like you were the therapist to a frat guy again.

You let out an involuntary whimper, a white-hot flash soaring through the pit of your stomach. You were dripping for him, and you could feel it against your clenched thighs.

“I know talking about these topics is difficult, but you’re doing a good job.” He praised you as you felt your chest and cheeks flush red with his attention.

Your breathing was staggered, you needed to release the tension between your legs desperately.

“You-- uhm, you think I’m doing a good job?”

His eyes flashed up to you with the question, something dark and tantalizing about the way he looked over you now. It was like a predator meeting prey the way his eyes began to rake over you.

Your arousal was obvious in the way your knee anxiously bounced up and down, continuing to readjust in your seat, begging for him to tell you that your time with him was up so you could go home and use your vibrator on your clit, thinking about Dr. Joel Miller between your legs.

You watched as he stood up from his chair across from you, your eyes tracking him as he nodded slowly. He clasped his hands behind his back, his strong biceps fighting the material of his shirt for dominance. The hand closest to you came down and did a delicate sweep around the rim of the chair you were sitting in.

“You’re doing great, baby girl.” He praised again, stopping to stand next to you. You were eye-level to his waist, your lips parting at the sight of the bulge in his pants. Oh, fuck me, so that’s what he’s been hiding behind his notepad.

His hand gently reached out to you, two straight fingers under your chin as he tilted you up to look at him. Your long eyelashes batted at him, teeth piercing down into your bottom lip. You let out an involuntary sigh as his hand moved up your cheek, bringing you in to rest against his thigh.

He was warm, and he smelled like Old Spice, god, you could swear it was the same one your dad used to use. You whimper at the thought, digging your face gently further into his protection. You felt his hand gently caress the back of your head, stroking back your hair from your face.

You wanted him, your pussy wanted him, and the throbbing need for his attention and affection was incurable. You began to press kisses into the material of his pants, losing all pride as you fell to your knees in front of him and palmed your hand over his growing erection.

You braved looking up at him, his face watching you in adoration, like he was proud of you.

“Is this what you want? I’ll do whatever you want.” You say meekly, desperate to please.

“You know what I think you need?” He asks, his voice dropped an octave, and it was making you purr. He was more sultry now, his hands finding yours and guiding you up off of the floor. You finally shake your head, your hands gently moving up his chest and feeling his toned pecs and broad shoulders.

Seeing him this close made your heart flutter. He was so handsome, so grown. His wispy curls were adorning the same salt and pepper as his beard. He had worn lines by his eyes and on his forehead, his curious mind must always be causing his brows to furrow. He had you breathless at the mouth and achingly wet down below.

“I think you need me to take care of you. Is that what you want, baby? Someone to show you how much they care about you? Someone to be where you need them most?” His strong hand is traveling down your front now, Joel’s pointer finger curling into the front of your skirt. Your lips part as he tugs so hard that you’re falling into him, your small hands clutching the landscape of his biceps.

“Yes-- fuck, please Joel, yes.” You nearly beg. Be there for me, be inside me.

He let out a heavy grunt of satisfaction, closing the distance between you as he cradled your face in his big hands and connected your lips. You felt safe, letting your walls fall down as he took care of you.

You melted in his hold, Joel’s tongue carefully gliding over your bottom one in a request for you to part yours for him. You followed his lead, a whimpering moan leaving you as you felt his tongue invade your mouth. He was moving you backward methodically until the back of your thighs hit the desk you previously admired. Your hips shook the frame, hearing pens and some papers clatter to the floor.

You felt overwhelmingly hot, you needed to shed some layers. Like the mind reader he was, Joel’s hands moved down to the hem of your top, breaking your heated kiss to discard the material in his way.

He generously cupped your breasts held away by your bra, another desperate moan leaving you as you watched him through hooded eyes admire your body. His hands were quick to settle on your hips, fingertips burning into your skin as he lifted you up onto the desk with ease. Fuck, he had the kind of strength that looked effortless.

Joel was taking charge, and it was so nice, he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and you didn’t have to worry about anything. His legs nudged your own open, cool air finally greeting your needy pussy. The sensation had your head falling back, accidentally breaking your kiss once more.

“So fuckin’ wet… were you this wet during our whole session, kitten?” He asked. It was sick and twisted, you knew it was. That’s why you let out a shameful little nod, your legs wanting to clench around his hand there.

He let out a disgusted scoff, you deserved it. You wanted to fuck your therapist.

“You want daddy to take care of that for you with his cock?” His foul words had you at a loss of your own, your jaw slack as he pressed his hips into yours and you could feel his dick pressed right up against your pussy.

“Take daddy’s belt off.” He grumbled his orders, a quick nod leaving you. You didn’t want to waste his time.

“Yes.” You whimpered.

“Yes, what?” His voice was stern and articulate, making you bend your will as his close proximity flooded your senses. You couldn’t find his belt soon enough. You popped the button of his jeans and nearly tore off the zipper at his ask.

“Yes, daddy.” You whimper, a greedy smile on your lips to see you earned his favor. He adoringly cupped one side of your cheek as both of your heads rested against one another’s to watch you pull down his dark briefs.

He let out a strained grunt at the release, his flesh going to slap against his tanned stomach. He was already unbuttoning his shirt as you made a fist around him, watching his face to see how he liked it. Too fast? A little slower? Too rough... You paused and spat down on him, your eyes darting back up to his as he let out a satisfied sigh. Let me do it perfectly for you, Joel.

“So good for me.” He purred, his thumb brushing down the slope of your nose and over your swollen bottom lip that you had bruised from biting down so hard on it. He pushed the tip of his thumb past your lips, the intrusion a surprise but you eagerly sucked to appease him. The action made him swell in your hand to fullness, even beginning to feel too heavy in your hand as you continued to work over him.

“Is this all for me?” You asked eagerly, a sweet smile gracing your face.

You watched as he leaned in, your eyelashes fluttering closed as he came to press his warm lips against the crown of your head. “All for you, baby girl.” He mumbled against your forehead.

“Oh,” you let out in a sweet surprised little moan, your hand working over him eagerly faster. You didn’t care if you got off at this point, as long as he did.

“Lie back, baby.” His voice was rocky like gravel, you could already see his chest heaving at the attention of your hands. You did as he asked, but not before he unclipped your bra so your tits were on full show for him.

You reached one of your hands back, already gripping the edge of the table as you braced yourself for him. He was so large, easily the largest you had ever been with. You wanted to feel every inch of man that he was inside of your throbbing cunt.

Your skirt was merely an obstacle in his way, watching him toss it up to show your lacey panties underneath. You bit down on your lip with a wide smirk on your face, he really liked the lace.

“So fuckin pretty,” he admired, your hands coming to rest over his own, your nails gently grazing down his forearms to his fingers. His pointer finger and thumb grazed over the soaked material, admiring how he could see your pretty pussy underneath it. The lace was so dainty and fragile in his hands, he could just--

You gasp as his large hands rip the delicate lace right open, a messy opening of broken threads but now, he had unlimited access to your sex. He was so strong, you hoped he would split you open the same way.

His hands took a grip on the tops of your parted thighs from the outside, taking one foul yank as you felt him press his cock between your wet folds. You were back to gripping and stroking over his forearms, your delicate hand coming up to feel his stubbled cheek.

“Joel please, I need you.” you whimpered out, his head nodding against yours as a few of the curlier strands on his head fell onto his forehead. He was so handsome when he was turned on.

Joel’s heavy huffs broke the eye contact of his cock gliding up and down your arousal, the slick lubing him perfectly. He was perfectly glazed over now, all because of you, his heavy thumb coming down to gently circle over your throbbing clit.

You let out a cry at the much-needed attention, your walls pulsing for him to fill you up.

“Joel!” You whined out in anticipation, your jaw dropping as he finally guided his tip to you without warning and slammed into your depths until he bottomed out in one thrust. His hand was quick to clamp over your mouth, stopping you from letting out a sobbing moan as tears started to swell at the brim of your eyes.

“Don’t want anyone to hear us, princess,” His voice was broken by grunts and loose breaths, his palm swallowing your hot high pitched whines. “Or else we’ll have to stop.” You did not want him to stop!

You quickly shook your head and clasped your wrist around his which kept your mouth shut. I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you Joel. A tear slipped as you peppered apologetic kisses to the inside of his palm, your eyes desperately connecting with his in a silent ask for him to please continue fucking you.

Joel swiveled his hips back, his jeans clinging to his upper thighs as he rolled back into you. You couldn’t help but clench your eyes closed and let out a broken moan. He filled you up in all the best ways possible, he was perfect inside of you, every goddamn inch. You didn’t realize how loud you had gotten, his hand pushing your head down further into the desk and squeezing into your cheeks until you snapped out of it.

“What did fuckin’ tell you?” He punched out. God, you could feel him pulsating inside of your tight walls.

“God, this tight pussy feels so-- fuckin’ good.”

You moaned quietly at the compliment, a blissed-out smile on your lips still against his palm as he started a steady rhythm rocking into you.

You whimpered as the desk started to creak with each of his heavy thrusts, pinching your ass against the desk but he felt too good to complain. Sure, you’d have a red line imprinted on your cheeks, but hell, it was so worth it. “Such a good fuckin’ girl, little angel for me-- fuck,” he grunted as he used the hand wrapped around your mouth as leverage, holding your head down as his hips snapped into you mercilessly. You were crying out moans into his palm, but nothing loud ever left the room, just like he wanted.

Your hands are clenching at the desk now, desperate not to fly off. Through blurry eyes, you saw his face, tight and twisted as he admired the way your breasts bounced with each of his thrusts.

You bravely reached up to take his hand around your mouth, shifting it down to wrap around your windpipe. You gave him an angelic little smile, biting down on your lower lip to hold in your dirty moans.

Joel watched you in awe, nodding with his sick little half-smirk as he started to squeeze at the sides of your throat. Fuck, he’s done this before, he knows exactly what he’s doing. The heightened experience turns you on, he’s not some 20-something idiot who cares only about getting his dick wet. Joel wants you to cum.

“You look at me baby.. fuck--, don’t break eye contact until you wanna breathe, darlin’.” His accent drawled in your ear and made your pussy even wetter for him. One of his hands squeezed at the sides of your delicate windpipe, his other hand snaking between you two as his electric fingers found your buzzing clit.

The attention was a lot, but you were a whore for it.

His thrusts grew sloppier, but he was pacing himself, Joel wants you to cum first.

You whimper at the idea of him putting you ahead of his own interested and needs, your head growing foggy as your wrist wrapped around his own that held you down but you didn’t look away from his amber eyes. He licked his lips in desire watching you, your lips parting for air as you finally looked away.

He followed through on his promise, his strong hands going lax as your head fell to the side, eyes closing in bliss while your pussy fluttered around his dick.

“Fuck baby girl,” he panted through a mumble as his spare hand massaged over your breasts. “Got me losin’ my goddamn mind.” He moaned something that resembled your name, pinching at your sensitive peaks until he had you whimpering.

“Joel I- oh god,” your stomach dropped as the tip of his dick massaged at your sweet spot, a cry threatening to spill from your lips but you knew he didn’t like you being too loud in his office so you hold it in, your cheeks going hot red.

It was all too much. Your foggy head, his hands on your sensitive bits, his fucking dick slamming into you. You felt so small in his hold, his body shielding you from the outside world as he drove you face-first into your earth-shattering orgasm.

“Joel-Joel please, fuck, I’m gonna-,” Your chin tilted up and your back arched, his hand instantly moving back up to your throat so you could feel even more floated during the crash of your orgasm.

“Cum for me princess. Cum for me now.” He demanded in a mumble.

It coursed through your body like an electric current, your body short-circuiting from the amount of pleasure it was receiving all at once.

Your lips were parted, but nothing came out. You couldn’t hear a thing, only Joel, only him as he ruts himself against your core and you feel him spill his hot cum into the depths of your sex. You lazily smirked as you made your walls flutter around him, your core pulsing. Could almost feel him in your belly.

His breaths were heavy, heavenly. It made your skin clammy, the both of you so fucked up that you were stuck in place. You didn’t realize it, but you had reached up to cup his face, your thumb gently gliding down the curve of his crooked nose. Your lips gently came together as your head came up, kissing the tip of his nose before going to lay back down on his desk.

“Oh, baby girl,” Joel purred in adoration, his mouth coming down to greet yours in a delicate kiss. “Did such a good job.” Both of you were so drunk on your orgasms, everything was so perfect.

You lazily kissed him back, your arms wrapping around the tops of his shoulders with your fingers lightly fisting the hair at the nape of his neck to keep him close as he softened inside of you. You could stay here like this forever.

You glanced over just in time, seeing the last grain of sand fall down in his glass sand timer. Your session with Dr. Joel Miller was over.

He helped you hop off his desk, your wobbly legs needing to find their strength again. His cum was already meeting the tops of your inner thighs, your face blushing at the feeling. You were quite literally gaping for him.

Joel cleared his throat and easily pulled his jeans back up to the top of his hips at his waist, securing his belt and zipper before he fisted your discarded, ripped apart panties.

“Oh,” you whispered a bit embarrassed at the sight of them. You had just finished pulling your shirt back onto your torso, stuffing your bra inside your purse. No way you were going to try and put that thing back on. You reached out for him to hand them over, your eyes widening as he pulled his hand away and stuffed them into his pocket.

“For safe keeping…” He trailed off, his eyes still dark as they looked down at your wide ones. Well, you weren’t getting those back any time soon. They were his now, your torn to threads black lace panties. You nodded and weakly smiled, still trying to catch your breath.

Joel walked you out, tapping his absentminded secretary’s desk to tell her to find something in both of your calendars for a future date.

“I think I can really help you work this out.” He told you on your way out.

As you left his office, you felt like everyone knew what you had just done. But for now, it was just a secret for you and your therapist, Joel.

---------------- taglist: let's be fr lol If you liked talk me down, check out pretty little thing!

#joel miller #joel miller smut #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal the last of us #pedro pascal joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller one shot #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #therapist joel #tlou #tlou fic #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #hellishjoel

3K notes · View notes

oharaslover · 6 months

Text

falling behind part 2

pairing: college miguel o’hara x spanish speaking fem reader (translation provided 🫡)

warnings: oral (f and m receiving), fingering (p and anal 🫣), some angst (?), and implied cheating (not from reader)

author’s note: so while i was gonna make this fluffy and cute, frank ocean made me cry so here’s this 🤗 (if you sent a request, i’ll be working on those 👩🏻‍🍳)

word count: 4.1k

falling behind part one

You looked up at Miguel dumbfounded as he finished speaking, unsure if you'd heard him correctly. You'd spent the last weeks using Miguel as your fantasy when you buried your fingers to the hilt in your wet cunt and imagining him snapping to the realization that he wanted you, but you weren't expecting him to go right out and say he wanted you. You'd conformed to the idea of not being able to experience being in love soon that you didn't know what to do with this information. So, you decided to jump to the next possible conclusion which was that he didn't want anyone else to clutter their space in the apartment.

"If you're worried about me bringing them back home, you don't have to. I'll keep my dating life outside of the apartment," you assured him, his brows furrowed as he looked down at you. He brought his hand up to your chin, holding your gaze as a storm brewed behind his eyes. He was telling you so much with that look but not nearly enough to satisfy your desires. "You're not understanding me. I don't want you to see anyone else because I've developed a liking towards you. I want to be more than friends with you," he told you, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he spoke.

The idea that he wanted you in the same way that you wanted him didn't process in your mind just yet so you blurted out, "Like best friends?"

Miguel let out a laugh as you spoke, his eyes crinkling up with amusement. "You're so smart when it comes to school and so clueless when it comes to feelings, chaparra. I don't want to be just your best friend. I want us to start going on real dates and be able to kiss without the reassurance that it's only because we're in public," he told you, his eyes holding that same intensity as before. You were about to tell him about everything that could go wrong between the two of you, that it wouldn't work because you two were roommates, but he held your hand with the one that wasn't on your cheek like he knew the internal turmoil you were going through.

"We don't have to jump in and go into a relationship, we can take it slow. Tell me that you didn't enjoy those dates we had and I'll leave it alone," he spoke to you softly, not making any sudden movements like you were a frightened kitten. The truth was, you didn't admit it to yourself how much you liked those dates because of the lingering reminder that it was all just a façade, an act. You greatly appreciated the fact that he was willing to take things slow just for you, a stark comparison of his hot and cold relationship with Dana. "Okay, we can take things slow," you told him, his face breaking out into a smile as you did.

Which is how you found yourself getting ready with Miguel for a quinceañera that your aunts were hosting. You were surprised that they still wanted anything to do with you after what happened with the last party, but you figured it was probably your mom's doing since she'd been the one to send you the invitation. While you weren't exactly too eager to go, you couldn't turn down the opportunity of getting leftovers to bring back. Miguel was zipping up your dress from behind, struggling a bit with the zipper given the size comparison with his hands. He finished up a couple seconds later before he retreated back to his room and you could hear some shuffling around in there. You didn't pay too much attention to it as you put a headband on, pushing your hair away from your face before you started with your makeup.

Miguel came back into your room and tapped your shoulder before you had the chance to get started. "Hey Miguel, what's up?" You asked him, not noticing the box he was holding in his hands. He gestured towards the box and you grabbed it from him, opening it slowly. The box contained a couple high-end makeup products along with a couple of brushes and a step by step tutorial book. You looked up at him, completely bewildered that he remembered how much you struggled with your makeup last time. "Before you worry about the cost or anything, I'm getting promoted at Alchemax soon to an actual job. and I went off with the shades you had right now, but if there's anything that you don't like, i can give you the receipt so you can exchange it," he told you, his hands moving along as he talked like he was nervous you wouldn't like it.

You got up from the chair you were sitting at and wrapped your arms tightly around him, thankful that he'd even taken the effort to go to these lengths. "You didn't have to do that, thank you," you whispered as he returned the embrace, his hand rubbing small circles on your back. "Well, we can't have you crying over your eyeliner again," he remarked, giving you a small kiss on the cheek before he left the room, presumably to get dressed. You felt like a giddy little kid as you took out the products from the box, noticing the little details that Miguel had put towards making this. Not only had he adorned the box with some cute little hearts, he'd also made sure that the shades matched and that they were good for your skin type.

You followed the steps from the book he’d gotten you, and found that it was surprisingly easy to follow along. "How do I look?" You asked Miguel, and his eyes widened as he saw you come out your room. "You look gorgeous. I mean, that word's not really powerful to really bask in what you look like, but you fried all the vocabulary in my brain," he rambled and you let out a laugh as you walked over to him. "Well, you look pretty handsome too," you remarked given that he'd taken some effort into cleaning up, putting on a black button down shirt and dress pants. He extended his hand and led you out the apartment to his car, rushing to open the door before your fingertips even had a chance to touch the handle.

"So I basically know everything about you, but one thing I don't know about you is your favorite song," he spoke up in the middle of the ride, completely taking you by surprise. You didn't play that much music around him since he was always in control of the aux, not that you minded. You grabbed the aux cord that was dangling from his fingers and scrolled through your playlist, trying to find the song. You instantly found it and soon, the atmosphere was filled with the music playing. His hand was tracing small circles on your thigh as he drove, maneuvering the wheel with one hand. Once the song ended, he turned to look at you with a small smile. "Should let you have the aux more often, that was pretty good."

You wanted the ground to swallow you as soon as you walked into the party hall, the stares of your aunts practically turning into daggers. "Wow, they really don't like me, huh?" Miguel whispered in your ear and you couldn't help but let out a small laugh as you held his hand. "I don't know, they're probably staring at you because you're a respectful handsome man," you teased, stopping in your tracks when your mom came up to you. "¡Mija!" she exclaimed, holding you tightly for a hug. "Hola mami, ¿cómo estás?" you greeted her, trying to hide how uncomfortable you really were here. (hi mommy, how are you) She went to go talk to Miguel after greeting you and you were left alone to deal with your aunts.

You stayed quiet for a couple seconds as you worked out the best way to apologize to them, their stares practically daring you to say something. "Yo sé que la manera en que lo dijo no estaba bien y les falto al respeto, pero es que ustedes lo unico que hacen es juzgarme por todo," you told them as you set down your glass of Coke, watching their gazes soften up a bit at the realization. (i know that the way he said it was wrong and he was disrespectful, but all you guys do is judge me for everything) "No te queríamos hacer sentir mal, mija. Ya entedemos que todo es a su debido tiempo, y lo sentimos que te molestabamos tanto por lo de no tener novio," one of your aunts spoke up and the other ones quickly nodded along, pursing their lips together. (we didn't want to make you feel bad. we understand that everything is at it's time, and we're sorry for bothering you so much about not having a boyfriend) You nodded and noticed that their gazes quickly went behind you, their faces souring a bit. "Les quería dar una disculpa por faltarles al respeto. No era mi lugar," Miguel spoke up behind you and you could tell that you aunts appreciated that he put his pride aside. (i wanted to apologize to you all for disrespecting you. it wasn't my place)

The tensions in the air dissipated as soon as your aunts got some alcohol in their system, practically giggling over every word that Miguel was telling them. Miguel got along quite well with your family and you saw a glimpse of something that'd he been missing. He didn't have the best relationship with his family, only his brother, so you got a chance to see him get involved with yours. The quinceañera had even asked him to dance with her, pulling you to the side after and whispering, "Damn girl, he's hot!"

"Think they like you more than they like me," you told him once you two got in the car and his eyes crinkled up again as he laughed. "I think the damas were staring at me the whole time. Too bad I only have eyes for you, chula," he whispered, kissing your cheek as he pulled out of the parking spot. The drive back home was mostly quiet but you couldn't help but feel a sense of joy that things with your family had been resolved and that they ended up liking Miguel.

Your relationship after that continued to grow strong and it felt like a breath of fresh air when you compared it to your past experiences. While you had some experience talking with men in this generation, you were afraid to get too committed to them after what your friends had divulged with you. Miguel was the opposite of everything that they'd described, he was kind and patient, he treated you with respect, and most importantly he never made you second guess his feelings towards you.

A couple of months pass by and soon enough it was time for you to study for your finals, since physics wasn't exactly your strongest subject. You came back home after two hours with your tutor, slumping on the couch as you turned on some random Hallmark movie that was playing. You were starting to drift off when you heard the door open and Miguel call out, "Hey, are you ready for our date tonight? I just need a couple minutes to get dressed!"

With the amount of velocity equations that were running through your head, you had forgotten about the date night that you and Miguel had planned out. You got up from the couch, looking at him apologetically since you were still in your pajamas. "Sorry, I just got back from tutoring and i forgot about our date. I can go and change if you still wanna go though," you told him, rubbing the side of your neck awkwardly. You were pretty sure the exhaustion on your face was evident since he said, "How about we cancel that and just stay home? Just us, takeout, and whatever corny Hallmark movie you're watching." "I'd like that, thank you."

Miguel changed into his pajamas after and went to sit down with you on the sofa, slowly drawing circles on your thigh as you leaned your head against his shoulder. He'd only gotten up to receive the takeout and get some plates for the two of you, setting them down on the coffee table. "Thank you, I know this isn't what you had planned for us today," you told him and he looked up from what he was doing. "Hey, don't worry about it. I get that you're tired," he responded, going back to sitting down on the couch with you.

After the two of you had finished eating, Miguel turned to look at you, his hand still drawing lazy circles on your thigh. "How was your tutoring?" he asked, setting down his cup of Coke on the table. "It was good, my brain's all fried from all these variables though," you muttered, rubbing your temples as you tried to relax. You'd been stressing out over your physics final over the last few days, but you'd been careful not to let that seep in too much in your relationship. He got on his knees in front of you, resting his head against your thigh as he looked at you. "How about I help you de-stress?"

Your fingers wound up in his hair as his tongue slurped and sucked your pussy, collecting all the juices that had leaked out. The thoughts of your exam began to drift away, replaced by the euphoria you felt at having Miguel eat you out like this. He planted his hands on your thighs and spread you out like you were his meal, his mouth solely working to provide you with the pleasure that you desperately needed. He looked up at you as his tongue went into your weeping hole, using it to fuck your pussy and you couldn't help but let out desperate moans. "Mmph, right there!" You moaned out, your hips thrusting against his mouth eagerly.

His mouth connected itself to your clit and his thumb gently probed at your puckered hole while his index finger went inside of your pussy. You had him everywhere and it was starting to feel like it was too much, yet somehow not enough. Your walls engulfed his finger as he thrust inside your pussy, curling to hit your g-spot despite how much you were clenching up against him. He thrust the two fingers at the same pace, slowly opening you up to him so as to not cause you any discomfort. His mouth pulled at your clit gently before he went to drawing small circles with his tongue. "Too much, Miguel!" You cried out, your fingers tightly wound up in his hair. You'd never been filled up like this before and you felt an orgasm building up rather quickly.

Your whines came to a crescendo as you came, your fingers practically digging into Miguel’s roots. He pulled both fingers out, careful not to hurt you as he did. You took a moment to catch your breath, glancing over to see that Miguel’s cock was tenting up in those sweatpants that he'd chosen to wear. You got down on your knees, looking up at him as you took off his pants. "Tell me what to do, okay?" You asked him, given the fact that the only experience you had was from reading smut. He nodded, lifting up his legs so you'd slide the pants out easier.

Your eyes widened as you took in the sheer size of his cock, quickly realizing why Dana often yelled when Miguel had her over. You wrapped your mouth around his cock, struggling to just take the head in and you looked up at him for some kind of reassurance that you were doing it okay. "You're taking it so well for me, beautiful. Keep your tongue on the tip, that's the sensitive part," he spoke softly to you despite the fact that his eyes were glossed over in complete lust. You nodded and focused on just swirling your tongue around his tip, occasionally running it against the slit as his hands wound up on the back of your head. “Yeah, that’s it. Good girl, baby.”

You hollowed your cheeks and you were able to take more of his cock in your mouth, your hands working at the base. You tightened up the grip, matching the tightness that your mouth was providing as you stroked him. He let out soft moans as you did, his hips bucking into you by accident. You gagged as you struggled to keep him that far in your mouth, tears forming in your eyes but you didn't want to give up. You started to bob your head up and down, sucking on the sides like you'd seen some women in porn do, and swirling your tongue around the tip once more.

Miguel’s grip on your hair intensified as you started to play with his balls, gently squeezing and pulling them in your hand while the other one focused on stroking him. "You were made for this cock, mi reina. Keep going, i'm about to cum," he spoke, his voice breaking at the last part as he let out a moan. He came with a guttural grunt, his cum filling your mouth up. You looked up at him innocently as you swallowed the somewhat salty cum and he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. You looked so pretty with tears in your eyes and your tongue coated white with his cum.

You weren't sure if it was the night you spent with Miguel or if your studying had paid off, but you found that the physics final wasn't as hard as you were making out to be. You walked out of your lecture hall, excited to go back home and see Miguel before he had to go to class that you almost missed the person tapping your shoulder. You turned around to face them, your eyes immediately brightening up as you realized that it was Miguel.

"What are you doing here, baby?" You asked him, his hand instinctively finding yours as he held it. "I came here to take you out for coffee, you've been working pretty hard and I'm sure it's paid off," he responded, starting the walk to the local coffee shop near campus. "Y'know, you don't have to do all these things," you told him, though you felt your love for him grow more and more with every single one of these gestures. "Well, no one has to do things but I want to show you how much I really appreciate you."

The two of you sat at a booth at the coffee shop, mainly just talking about your physics final and he was relieved to find out that you didn't find it too difficult. "Have you heard back from the job at Alchemax?" You asked him, taking a sip from your drink. "I haven't, they're still interviewing some candidates but I'm hoping that I'll get the job. Either way, the man's job I'm supposed to be getting hasn't retired just yet," he responded, a relaxed tone to his voice as he spoke. "I’m sure you'll get it, they'd be stupid not to hire you," you reassured him and he let out a small smile.

The two of you spent most of the afternoon at the coffee shop before he had to head back to campus for his classes. He was about to walk out of the door with you when someone stopped him, tapping his shoulder. You both turned around to see Dana standing there with a cheeky grin on her face. "Sorry to bother you two, but I just had something really important to discuss with Miguel. Alone," she told the two of you and he turned to look at you, his brows slightly furrowed. You nodded and he walked away with her, mouthing 'help me' as he did. You let out a small little giggle before you folded your arms, feeling a bit insecure now that they were talking.

You wanted to go and eavesdrop on their conversation but quickly decided against it. You didn't want to project your own insecurities onto the relationship and you figured that he needed a bit of privacy. You couldn't help but feel nervous though as the conversation went on, noticing that Dana was giggling after she finished speaking. Miguel came back with a sullen look on his face, walking next to you. "Hey, is everything okay?" you asked him once you were far from the coffee shop and he nodded, bending down to kiss your cheek before he headed to class.

You'd gotten invited to a end of the year party and you were looking forward to going mostly because of the free booze and a chance to finally release some much needed steam. You looked up at Miguel as he got back home from your spot on the couch, giving him a small smile. "How'd class go?" You asked him and he shrugged, retreating to his room. You couldn't help but feel like maybe you'd done something wrong, but you realized that he'd been acting that way since he left the coffee shop. You decided to leave the subject alone since you didn't want to intrude on his conversation with Dana.

You finished up getting ready for the party a couple hours later and you decided to knock on Miguel’s door to see if he wanted to join you. He opened the door, looking down at you with his brows furrowed. "What do you want?" he asked, rather coldly and you couldn't help but frown a bit at his tone. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to come to the party with me," you told him, keeping your gaze on him as you spoke. "I can't. I'm actually going out tonight with some of my friends, so don't wait up for me," he told you before shutting the door in your face.

You tried to loosen up at the party but your mind kept going back to the way that Miguel had acted towards you, like you didn't matter. Even when you were just friends, he didn't treat you that way ever. You ended up just taking a couple shots of tequila before calling a night, heading back to an empty apartment. Even though he'd told you not to wait up for him, a part of you couldn't resist and you settled on the sofa with a romance novel.

You were half asleep when you heard the door click, Miguel coming in to see you laying down on the couch. "I thought I told you not to wait up for me," he told you, letting out a small scoff. You frowned when you smelled some woman's perfume lingering on his clothes, but you decided to not say anything. He'd never given you a reason to make you think that he was being unfaithful to you, so you just trusted that it was one of the friends that he was out with. "Sorry, I was just hoping that maybe we could have a talk," you told him, playing with your fingers as you spoke. "I'm kinda tired right now, can we do that later? Thanks," he responded, leaving you completely disappointed in the living room as he walked away.

A couple days later, you decided to get some takeout since you knew that you and Miguel were fairly busy lately. You hoped that you could be able to have a conversation with Miguel before he shut you out again, but those thoughts were quickly darkened when you heard moaning coming out of Miguel’s room. You figured that he was just watching porn since two hadn't gone all the way yet, but you realized that the song you'd shown him in the car was playing in the background. "OH MIGUEL!" You heard a feminine voice squeal and you almost dropped the fork you were holding.

Dana's moans bled through the walls as you sat in your bed, struggling to grasp the situation, that your best friend and the man you'd trusted to be your first boyfriend had just betrayed you like that. You were replaying the events from your relationship, trying to figure out what you'd done wrong or what you could've done better before getting up. You wiped away the tears out of your eyes as your favorite song faintly played in the background, Dana's moans drowning out the music. Bile built up in the back of your throat as you got up from the bed, the smell of the takeout now making you nauseous. You walked over to Miguel’s room and knocked on the door, unable to take this any longer and waited for a response.

@ayamaiis @innercreationflower

443 notes · View notes

rocketrhap3000 · 9 months

Text

just a tickle

summary: while bucky is away with sam, you come down with a nasty cold, worrying him to no end

a/n: old fic rewritten for bucky :)

warnings: reader is sick with a cold, other than that this is all just comfort/fluff 🤍

my main masterlist

“Miss you more,” Bucky’s voice crackles through the speaker of your phone.

“And Alpine misses you, too, of course,” you giggle, reaching over to scratch the white cat snuggled up on the bed beside you, taking up the space where Bucky normally would be. For being just a little thing, Alpine sure knows how to sprawl out and take up space.

“She’s taking up the bed, isn’t she?” Bucky knowingly chuckles, settling back into the bed of the motel he’s staying in with Sam.

“Not anymore than you do,” you tease, making Bucky roll his eyes and laugh. You join him, but your laughter soon turns into a small fit of coughing.

“Y’okay, Sweetheart?” he asks, and once you catch your breath, your throat feels dry and scratchy.

“Yeah,” you breathe, clearing your throat one last time. “Just a tickle or something.”

“You sure?”

“I’m fine, Bucky, seriously,” you chuckle. “Just choked on my own air.”

“Alright. But you know I worry about you when I’m away,” he reasons.

“I do know that. But you don’t need to worry. I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself,” you feign annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh yeah? ‘Cause last time I checked, you still need me to rub your back to fall asleep,” he taunts right back.

“Alright…” you give up your tough act and giggle like a little girl. “You do give the best back rubs.”

“Wish I could be there to give you one now,” he frowns.

“Only a few more days, Buck,” you remind him and yourself, trying not to get too sad before you have to fall asleep.

Bucky had told Sam a while ago that he wanted to step away from missions for a least a little bit. But this one was urgent, so Bucky agreed to break out of his mini retirement and assist Sam and Torres. It was supposed to be a short mission; in the States, quick, in and out, no complications. But the issue was bigger than expected, pushing out Bucky’s arrival back home an additional second week instead of just one.

“Feels like forever, though,” he sighs. “Just make sure you’re taking care of yourself, Sweets. Stay hydrated, get enough to eat, make sure you get enough sleep, all that good stuff. And I know it's late there, so I’m gonna let you go so that you can rest up.”

“Okay” you nod, knowing that although he can be overprotective of you, he only has your health and wellbeing as his priority, making it hard for him to be away. “I love you,” you hum timidly, sinking down below the covers to hide your mouth as you clear your throat again: the scratch in your throat seeming to stick around a little bit.

“I love you, too. Get some rest. And let me know if that tickle turns into something more, alright? I can come home early if you need me to,” he tells you.

“James, I’m fine,” you remind him. “Please don’t lose sleep worrying about me. I promise I will be fine, and then you can baby me all you want when you get back,” you wink.

“I certainly will, Sweets,” he laughs. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you echo, then turn the screen so that he can see Alpine. “Say goodnight to Dad, Girly.”

Bucky coos his goodnight to the kitten before telling you he loves you once more, just for good measure, with his promise to call you in the morning. Then you end the call, connect your phone to its charger, and cuddle up to Alpine as you sink into a deep sleep.

~♡~

The next morning, your alarm for work blares, and you wake up feeling awful. Your nose is fully plugged, your ears are itchy, and it feels like there’s something stuck in your throat every time you swallow. You groan, weakly pushing Alpine off of you as you realize you’re drenched in your own sweat.

With an exasperated sigh, you kick the covers off of your burning body to let the ceiling fan cool you off. But almost instantly, goosebumps prickle over your skin, and you start to shiver, which seemingly triggers a nasty, sharp coughing fit.

What the hell? Did that simple tickle really turn into a full blown cold? And overnight?

And as if he’s subconsciously telling you “I told you so” your phone rings on the nightstand beside you, with none other than the caller ID of your wonderful boyfriend’s smiling face on your screen.

“Hi,” you answer, trying your best to hide the rasp in your voice.

“Good morning, Sweetheart,” Bucky’s chipper voice greets, very much a contrast to yours. “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine,” you lie, thankful that he decided not to FaceTime you today because you can only imagine how awful you look if this is how you're feeling.

“You don’t sound fine,” he says in an accusatory, yet worried tone. “Sweetheart, are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine, Bucky, I promise,” you lie again, yanking the blankets back over your shivering, sticky body. “Just… still waking up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he hums apologetically. He knows your schedule, so he knew you’d be awake by now. But now he hears the exhaustion in your voice and feels bad. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, no,” you assure him. “Woke up just a few minutes ago. Just a little foggy this morning.”

“You sure that’s all?” he pushes. He knows you like the back of his hand, so of course he suspects something is up. Even through the poor connection of the phone call, he can hear something off in your tone.

“I promise. Please don’t worry about me,” you coo to him, although you wish you could just have him here to make you feel better.

But you know you have to hold strong so that he doesn’t drop everything at work to come back home to you. You know how important these missions are to him, but even though he always says nothing is more important to him than you, you’d never forgive yourself if he cut things short just because you have a little cough.

“Always worryin’ about you, pretty girl,” he rasps. “Hey, I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree. “Have a good day, Buck.”

“You, too, Sweets. And please, do not hesitate to call me if you aren’t feeling good. I can come home to you, okay?” he reminds you.

You want to fight back. You want to insist you’re fine. But if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t even know if you’ll be able to drag yourself out of bed to get ready for work.

“Okay,” you simply say. “Call tonight. I love you.”

“Will do. I love you, too, Sweetheart.”

You hang up, then groan, then roll over to face the furry friend in bed beside you.

“Girly, I think we’re calling in sick today.”

~♡~

Two days pass, and although your fever breaks, your cough only seems to get worse, meaning it’s getting harder to hide your state from Bucky. Every night on FaceTime, he notices your tired eyes and how you sniffle your nose every few minutes, in addition to the way you put yourself on mute to (not so) subtly cough into your arm.

You’ve only taken one actual sick day and have been working from home since, though you haven't completed much work because of how awful you feel. The best you can do is Zoom call into your meetings, which isn’t terrible since you can do them in sweatpants.

But one afternoon while you’re lounging on the couch - when you should be at work - Bucky randomly calls you.

Your heartbeat increases as you watch your phone ring.

Shoot. He doesn’t know you took off work, but if he finds out, then he’ll know something is up.

You feel bad for not picking up, but in the end, it’s for his own good. You don’t want him to put this project on hold for you. You can take care of yourself.

A text comes through next.

Hey! Just checking in. Can you call?

Before you even get the chance to try to formulate a text back, he’s requesting to FaceTime you. Instinctually, you decline the call.

Sweets pick up :(

He calls again.

And you give in.

You answer, the call connects, and within just another second, his smiling face is filling your screen.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he grins, but his smile drops and confusion fills his face instead once he sees your background. "Why aren't you at work? Are you at home?"

You decide to give up your act, not having the energy to pretend any longer. You your head slowly and shamefully, then let out a nasty cough.

“(Y/n), you’re sick,” he croons.

“No I’m not. I’m fi–” you’re cut off by another shrill coughing fit.

“Bullshit. You’re sick and you’ve been lying to me,” he lovingly scolds you. “How long have you been out of work?”

“This is my third day,” you sigh. “Technically, I’m supposed to be working from home but the best I can do is Zoom meetings. My boss is chill about it, though.”

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you just tell me you’re sick? I can come home early,” he says like he has a hundred times before.

“Bucky, I didn’t want you to drop everything just for me.”

“You’re so much more important than any of this, (Y/n),” he shakes his head. “It’s why I asked to be taken off missions in the first place. You're worth more than any of this and you deserve my time and attention."

“But this is important to you, too. I know you always follow through with your commitments. You’re just so dedicated like that. I don’t want you to just up and leave. I didn’t want to be another worry for you.”

“Sweetheart, you know I’m going to worry about you no matter what. Especially when I’m gone like this. I wish you would have told me you’ve been sick.”

“I’m sorry,” you hang your head and sniffle. “I do miss you, but I don’t want to be an interruption.”

“Stop that,” he chastises you with a smile. “You. Are. More. Important."

“I know,” you sigh.

“I feel like you don’t, though,” his adorable smile turns into a slight frown. “(Y/n), you don’t have to do everything for yourself. I am always here for you… well, not physically right now. But I love you and I want to take care of you. If you’d just let me.”

“I love you, too,” you echo bashfully. “And I'll let you take care of me.”

“Good,” he smiles again, and proudly this time. "But you have to promise to text me honest updates about how you’re feeling. Do you have a fever?”

“I only had one for the first day. It’s really just a bad cough now. And the occasional body ache.”

“Sweetheart,” he groans. “How am I supposed to stay another week when I know you’re feelin’ sick?”

“Willpower?” you suggest feebly.

“I have no willpower when it comes to you, pretty girl. I’m absolutely weak for you. You know that,” he winks.

“We’ve been apart for longer, Bucky,” you giggle. “You’ll make it, I promise. And I will, too. Stay with Sam. Finish this mission. Then come straight home to me.”

"I will," he promises.

James Barnes is many things. He’s brave, he’s strong, and he’s confident. But he’s also compassionate, loving, and absolutely head over heels for you.

And to be honest, you’re not sure how you’ll make it another week without him, either.

~♡~

Four more days pass - meaning only two more until Bucky will be home - and your cold has completely left your body. After doubling up on vitamins, staying hydrated, and resting at home, you have made a full recovery. Maybe that cold was just your body’s way of forcing you to slow down and take a break.

Last night on the phone, Bucky had been more than relieved to hear you’ve been feeling much better. However, for some reason, he hasn’t called you this morning.

You brush it off, simply assuming he’s just busy. But what makes you worry is that he hasn’t even responded to your good morning text, either. In fact, your message isn’t even marked as ‘Delivered’.

You try to think reasonably. Maybe they’re somewhere there’s no service. Maybe he has his phone on the data-saving setting. It could be plenty of things, but your mind wanders to worrying about him. After all, you worry about him just as much as he worries about you.

To redirect your thoughts, you pull up the grocery app on your phone to order some essentials before Bucky gets back, since the fridge is getting a little bare. Then, you make yourself busy with tasks around the house such as laundry, dishes, and vacuuming up so much of Alpine’s white fur off the floors and couches that you’re shocked she still has an entire coat covering her body.

A few hours later, the doorbell rings, and you know it's probably the delivery person with your groceries. You glance at your phone to check the time (and your messages) and Bucky still hasn’t texted you.

With worry heavy on your mind, you toe over to the entryway, anyways.

But when you open the door, your gaze falls upon Bucky, in the flesh, with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hi, Sweets,” he greets with a smile, dropping the bag and opening his arms.

“You’re not groceries!” you gasp, immediately jumping into his arms, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, and curling your legs around his torso.

“No, I’m not,” he laughs, squeezing you tight and holding you close to him. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

And upon hearing the call of her human father, Alpine comes prancing to the front door, mewling happily. Bucky manages to toss his bag into the house, corral Alpine back inside with him, and close the front door, all while you cling to him like a koala.

“Oh my god,” you sigh into his neck, taking in his aroma - slightly sweaty and definitely in need of a hot shower, but yet still so comforting. You lift your head to glance at him. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you more,” he caresses the outsides of your face with his large hands as you uncurl your legs from him to stand on the ground. “Gonna take care of you all weekend, Sweets. You’re not gonna lift a single finger.”

“Bucky, I’m not sick anymore,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his torso. “And you promised you wouldn’t come home early!”

“Sam overheard our call and knew I missed you. He demanded I go home to you. And I’m so glad you’re better,” he coos. “But I don’t need an excuse to spoil my girl,” he smirks as he sweeps you off your feet and makes a beeline for the bedroom.

“Bucky,” you can’t contain your laughter, watching how Alpine trails behind her dad in anticipation for some attention, too.

“You’re on bed rest, Sweets,” he whispers, gently laying you down onto the bed.

“Alright. But only if you keep me company,” you pout your lips, tugging at the fabric of his shirt to get him to roll into bed with you, and he slips right beside you, coddling you to his chest and holding you tight.

A shower can wait - you need to be in his arms right now.

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you alone,” he says with a dainty kiss to your forehead.

~~~

thank you so much for reading! reblogs and feedback are absolutely the best 🫶

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #avengers #the winter soldier #tfatws #bucky barnes fanfic

850 notes · View notes

imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

Note

Can you do one we’re Lloyd is getting married to y/n but her ex crashes the venue?

hello, sorry this took so long! I hope you liked what I came up with.

prequel

summary - an unwanted ex crashes your wedding and exposes your kinky ways to your soon-to-be husband, do you think the wedding was called off?

warning - angst, fluff, talk of being fucked by something, sexual talk, gun talk, special guest.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

His eyes were so warm and intense on you that you were sure he could read all your thoughts, everything you felt about him, written in your pupils. Lloyd smiled, opening his mouth as he began his vows.

“I’m so happy I met you, Pumpkin. I remember when I first saw you. You were walking through a field of flowers, wearing a pretty white dress and a daisy in your hair. At that moment, I knew I had to get to know you, and I couldn’t let someone so beautiful slip through my fingers.” He smiles, eyes staring intensely into yours, which happened to be filled with happy tears. Lloyd clears his throat, making sure his voice doesn’t crack as he continues. “I want to cook you dinner, even though I can’t. I want to tuck you into bed and make sure you sleep okay every night, all the time. I want to play with your hair until you fall asleep. I want to cuddle you for hours or get lost travelling with you. I want to be at dinner with you, somewhere different and move my hand up your legs.” As he says this, Lloyd wiggles his brows. “I want to fuck you till you can’t move. I want to punish you just because I fucking can, and I promise, Pumpkin, that I will love you for eternity, and if I somehow upset you and break my vows, you can shoot me wherever you want.”

A soft smile appears on your face, but as you open your mouth, about to respond, you are interrupted by someone slowly clapping. You and Lloyd turn your head, and your eyes widen as your ex-boyfriend Ransom freaking Drysdale stands there.

Ransom grins, “I gotta say, those were some awesome fucking vows.” He strolls forward, winking as he takes a swig from the whiskey bottle in his hand. Your hand quickly reaches out to stop Lloyd from grabbing the gun in his waistband. “Aww, is the big guy getting mad? Scared she’s going to come running back to me? I mean, I wouldn’t blame her. All those nights together, mmm.” He exaggerates a moan, eyes rolling back as he tries to get under Lloyd’s skin.

“What do you want, Ransom?” You huff, arms folding in front of your chest as the happiness you were feeling slowly gets sucked out of you. “How the hell did you even know I was here?” The feeling of Lloyd’s arm wrapping around you spreads secureness throughout your body.

Ransom smiles, “Your little bridesmaid there, get her going enough, and she’ll happily spill your whereabouts.” His eyes stare you down, looking for a flare of jealousy to spark in your eyes, but all he’s met with is disgust. His eyes move over to the red-faced bridesmaid, giving her a smirk. “C’mon, why don’t you tell the bride all of the things you let me do to you that made you spill.”

“Ransom. That’s enough. What do you want?” The rage building inside of you was becoming too much. Your fingers twitch as you itch to reach behind and grab Lloyd’s gun. Not even his hold is comforting you, and that’s the scary part. You swear you can feel him press a soft kiss against your head, whispering sweet words, but you can’t be sure as redness tries to take over.

“Well, Kitten. I want you back.” He rolls his eyes, drinking from the bottle. A giant grin appears on his face when Lloyd grunts and his sharp blue eyes make their way over to Lloyd’s. “Hey, buddy! I got a question for ya!” Ransom strides closer, tapping Lloyd’s cheek as he speaks but huffs when his hand is swiped away. “Jeez, calm down.” Ransom pouts, not expecting you people to be so rude.

“Are you guys as kinky in bed as we once were?” The smirk on his face says it all, and your eyes widen knowing where he’s going with this. “You all wanna hear what I fucked her with?” He spins, speaking to everyone in the room. Some eyes and mouths were wide open, and some gasped. They’d probably gasp more if he said what he fucked you with. Ransom turns, staring you deep into your eyes. “Should I tell them, Kitten? You think he’d still want you after knowing how much of a whore you really are?”

You shake your head, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes as you think back to the night he was talking about. You and Lloyd aren’t vanilla at all but for him to hear this on your wedding day from your ex wasn’t something you wanted to happen. Ransom nods, taking your silence and turns to look Lloyd in the eyes with a dark smirk.

“You ever fuck her with a lollipop?” Lloyd’s brows shoot up, his head moving to look at you, wondering why he hasn’t even thought of that yet. “Ah! You haven’t?” Ransom chuckles, forcing his whiskey into a random person’s arms before he excitedly claps. “Fuck! I did that. I fucked her with a lollipop. She liked it, though. She liked it a lot!” His eyes never leave Lloyd’s as he says this. Ransom licks his lips as he thinks of how hot you looked, sprawled out, little whines escaping you as he thrusts the small lolly into your dripping hole.

Ransom looks at you, his eyes piercing through you. “I can’t stop thinking of you and that lollipop.” He groans, head thrown back as he continues. “Jesus, do you know how fucking sexy you looked, letting me fuck you with it. Remember when you had a taste?” Ransom licks his lips, raising a brow as your eyes dart down. “Of course you do, Kitten. You were begging for that taste, the best fucking taste out there. A bit of cherry mixed with you. Fuck! I’m getting so fucking hard thinking about it.” His hand reaches down and grabs his junk, “Why stay with a boring man like Lloyd Hansen when you can have me back, Kitten? Don’t you miss me?”

“No, Ransom. I don’t miss you, and there’s a reason I’m marrying Lloyd instead of you.” Your glare is set on the man. His brow raises as he waits for you to come up with an excuse. “No woman wants a man who has his eyes on every woman.”

Lloyd looks down at you. Leaning forward, he places a soft kiss against your head before turning and grabbing Ransom by his throat. The sound of choking can be heard as Lloyd walks Ransom out of the area and throws him to the side. He leans down. “You ever come near us again, and I’ll put a bullet in your head.” As he stands, he kicks Ransom in the side before walking back to where you stand, and Lloyd can see how worried you are that he wouldn’t come back.

“You ready to become Mrs Hansen, Pumpkin?” Lloyd smiles when a bright smile appears on your face. He walks over to you and brings you into his arms. “You’re lucky. I love you.” He warns. “Because I wouldn’t stand for it otherwise.”

You grin, resting your chin on his chest as you look up at him. “You’re lucky. I love you. Because you’re a total asshole, and there aren’t a lot of girls who’d put up with it.” Lloyd looks down at you, shocked, but it’s soon replaced with a loving smile.

The priest clears his voice. “After that… Lovely interruption. Would you two like to continue?” The two of you look at one another. Hands interlocked as you nod.

The wedding may not have been one of a fairytale, but Lloyd did get to test out that lollipop.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

3K notes · View notes

wilbursprincess · 3 months

Text

“You’re Mine, and I Own You”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Oral sex (F & M recieving), Dom!Simpbur, Sub!Reader, reader is a bit of a brat, edging (if you squint), fingering

Hi 😅 I pulled this fic out my ass and hope it’s not too bad for my first post I’ve written myself! I really liked the idea of writing a bratty reader (definitely not based off myself) and now you have this fic. Enjoy the first time Simpbur has ever been dominant.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!!

I’m woken up from my dozing on the sofa to my phone buzzing in the pocket of my hoodie. Through eyes blurry from sleep, I see some messages from Wilbur, who, last I saw, was in our bedroom.

Will: hey

Will: you should definitely wake up

Will: bc look what i woke up with

Will: Attachment: 1 Video

I open what looks like an innocent video, the thumbnail black, expecting to see one of our cats curled against his shoulder or his bedhead. However, it’s far from innocent.

The video opens with Wilbur’s body from the stomach down under our duvet, and he reaches down to pull the covers off. He’s rock hard through his sweats, reaching down to palm at himself through the fabric, and the sight makes me press my thighs together.

Will: if you don’t wake up soon

Will: then i’ll have to take matters into my own hands

Will: Attachment: 1 Video

I almost drop my phone in my hurry to open the second video, groaning out loud as I watch Wilbur pull his waistband down just enough to get his cock out. Slowly, he strokes up and down his shaft, letting out a tiny moan as his thumb twists over the tip.

My phone clatters to the floor as I leap off the couch, sprinting down the hallway and flinging open the bedroom door. Wilbur’s tucking himself back into his sweats as I enter, giving me a knowing grin.

“All it takes to wake you up is my rock-hard cock, huh?” He says smugly, folding his arms over his bare chest. “Should’ve known better than to fall asleep in grey sweatpants-”

Wilbur cuts himself off as I climb onto his lap, oversized shirt I stole from him falling off my shoulder and panty-covered pussy sat directly on his boner. We groan in unison, sloppy kisses on each other’s mouths as I slowly rub myself along his clothed shaft.

“Take your panties off,” he murmurs between heated kisses. “Want you in nothing but my t-shirt.”

I oblige.

“Good girl,” Wilbur coos, running his fingers through my drenched folds. “All bare and pretty, just for me.”

Two fingers slide inside me, curling to hit the perfect spot, with his thumb roughly rubbing on my clit. I cry out, burying my face in his shoulder, pleasure so intense that starts practically swirl in my vision.

“Gonna come for me, princess?” Wilbur teases, swirling around my clit and speeding up his fingers. “Got you all worked up just from seeing my cock?”

I nod.

“Words, darling.”

“Yes, Will-” I manage, cutting off with a gasp. “I’m- I’m gonna-”

He softly snickers. “You’re gonna cum, huh? Gonna make a mess out of my fingers and pretend they’re my cock?”

The familiar feeling builds in my core, pleasure tightening and swirling, and just as the climax is about to rip through me, Wilbur stops.

“Will!”

“You really thought I was going to let you cum before me, darling?” He says, smooth voice lit with a teasing note. “On your knees and wrap those pretty lips around my cock for me?”

With a voice like his, I’d do anything.

The hard wooden floor stings my knees as I drop down, looking up at Wilbur to see him licking my arousal off his fingers. Reaching into his sweats, I tug his cock out and give the tip a few kitten-licks, salty pre-cum shining on my lips.

“Open your mouth.”

I blink up at him with expectant eyes, mouth open and waiting. Wilbur taps his cock on my tongue a few times before grabbing a fistful of my hair, gently guiding my head down to take his length into my mouth.

“You know what to do, darling.”

Eagerly, I start to bob my head, letting him slide his way deeper into my throat. When he’s as deep as I can take him, I really get to work, stroking where my mouth can’t reach as my tongue drags lazily up and down his cock.

Wilbur groans, eyes softly closed and head tilted back. “So good, baby,” he murmurs, caressing my cheek as he praises me. “Such a good girl for me.”

I pull back to give my jaw a rest for a moment, gently circling the very tip with my thumb while the other hand keeps giving him long, slow strokes.

“Tell me you’re mine, and I own you,” Wilbur teases, a smirk lighting up his face.

I give him my best bratty grin. “You’re mine, and I own you.”

“I should’ve remembered how bratty you can get,” he says, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Can’t talk back when you’ve got your mouth stuffed full of my cock, can you?”

I open my mouth to reply, but before I can, Wilbur forces his length back into my mouth, stopping just before I gag. “That’s better,” he murmurs, clearly pleased with himself. “Back to work for me.”

As much as I love being under the covers with him, there’s something otherworldly about Wilbur loosing his dominant side the closer and closer he gets to cumming. His hands clenched into shaky fists, swallowed moans and feeling him resist thrusting into my mouth is something I’ll never get sick of.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasps, cock twitching on my tongue. Wilbur’s hips jump up, and he almost whimpers when I take him even deeper. “I’m so close.”

I don’t let up my pace one bit as he pushes into his orgasm, not bothering to stop the moans dripping from his mouth as he spills down my throat. He tugs me off his cock with a fistful of my hair, both of us panting and sweaty.

“Get on the bed,” Wilbur pants with a nod of his head as he tucks himself back into his pants. “Need my face buried in that dripping pussy.”

It’s his turn to kneel on the floor, half-hard cock pressing at his sweats as he presses kisses onto my inner thighs, giving me one long, slow lick right up my slit. My hands grasp his slightly damp curls and tug, urging him silently to keep going.

After my ruined climax earlier, every tiny lick or touch from him feels like pure escasty. My legs are tossed over Wilbur’s shoulders, day-old stubble scratching at the soft skin.

For the second time that day, my orgasm builds up, and I’m crying out his name as I expect to be pushed over into my blissful release. But he stops. Again.

“Will!” I groan, trying to grind onto his tongue, still chasing my high. “Why?”

He gives my clit the tiniest lick, and I almost scream. “Don’t you remember being bratty to me earlier? That’s what you get.” Just to rub it in further, another tiny lick. “You have to remember you’re mine.”

I’m in for a long night.

#princesswrites #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot smut #wilbur x reader #wilbur smut #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x you #pulled this out my ass #smut #mcyt smut #princessfics

208 notes · View notes

anarchy-and-piglins · 5 months

Text

Technoblade told himself he would explain the misunderstanding eventually, he just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

In his defense, he never was the best at confrontation. Swords and shields were easy, they were understandable to a man like Techno. Telling four overly-eager Gods that he was not a gift for them - now that was harder.

Especially since he had been sent by his king with the express command to appease these gods. The entire point of Techno being there was for him to earn divine goodwill. Sure, Techno was supposed to do that by delivering the special items the court had provided as offerings, but somewhere wires had gotten crossed and now they thought he was the mortal's gift to them. And Techno didn't think correcting them on that notion would go over well.

"Aw, isn't that adorable? Humans are so precious when they encounter something unknown." Lady Death clasped her hands together, fawning over him like he'd seen the noblewomen fawn over newborn kittens. It was a bit humbling really.

"Will this kill me if I touch it?" Techno asked wearily.

"Only if we want it to," Phil said - then refused to elaborate. Great.

Well, if they'd wanted to kill Techno he would have been dead already. He dipped his hand into the river, watching as the molten ichor flowed around it. It wasn't as cold as he expected, though not warm either. Just... room-temperature liquid gold against his skin.

"Huh..." he said as he pulled it out and contemplated his completely dry hand. He dipped it back in but cupped his palm instead, so he was able to lift up some of the strange not-water.

"Gold suits you," Kristin hummed as she watched him do this. She tilted her head with a smile, eyes traveling over him carefully. "Better than those rags for sure. We'll have to dress you up nicer, no offense. You look a little hm, unkempt." There was a laugh in her voice.

Techno had not gotten used to the way it echoed yet. As if every word she spoke held power in this realm. "This is the standard military uniform from my nation."

"And clearly it's a nation that lacks good taste," Phil pointed out.

Kristin reached out to pull on his arm. "Oh, hush dear. They had good enough taste to deliver him, didn't they?" She nodded at Techno. "However, it's true that something of ours should not walk around looking so untidy. We'll have to fix that." She snapped her fingers. Techno felt a weird shudder down his spine in response to a divine being extending their powers so close to him, though he couldn't see anything that had changed.

"Some options will be waiting in your room," Kristin said.

"My room?" Techno echoed dumbly.

"Of course! Wilbur and Tommy are off preparing it for you, it'll be delightful, I'm sure."

He had a room. They made him a room.

Oh, Techno was not going to get out of there anytime soon, was he?

"Now, our gift." Kristin gestured to the rest of the garden. "There's much more of the palace to see, we're not nearly done showing you around yet. And I don't think we can keep Tommy and Wilbur at bay for long, they're beyond excited to spend time with you too. So let's get going."

And if there was one thing Techno knew for certain, it was that misfortune would surely fall on those who refused a divine invitation. So he nodded and followed them.

#dark sbi #technoblade #shara writes #same one as that other god one #but I'm too lazy to find the link rn

194 notes · View notes

throneofsapphics · 4 months

Text

old faces, part six

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: you and Rowan meet again after seven years, and deal with the fall-out of a secret.

Warnings: mentions of death, drinking

Word Count: ~5k

A/N: here we go! I’m curious, would y’all prefer short chapters and more frequent updates? or keeping them around the same lengths?

series masterlist

Three weeks passed since the two of you left for Caraverre for the last time, and today they received the letter telling them you’d arrive a week from now. The month was spent eagerly awaiting your arrival.

You’d written a post note;

Ceri found a kitten, and she’s coming with us. I asked if she was certain about keeping her, and was hissed at twice.

“You’ll need to make a new friend,” she told Fleetfoot, currently dozing at her feet. He was about ten years old now, and not quite slowing down, but not as energetic as he was several years ago. Lazily lifting his head, he opened one eye, before laying back down, tucking his head between his paws. He didn’t have the best track record with cats, but hopefully the new kitten would be an exception. Or at least confident enough to stand up for herself.

“Another friend?” Rowan asked, door closing behind him. She handed him the letter.

“A cat,” he looked at Fleetfoot, then at her.

Aelin shrugged, “she’ll keep the mice away.”

“When she’s here,” he pointed out.

“Wherever she is.”

He couldn’t argue with that. Preemptively, they’d looked into a few different places the two of you could live - even if they hated every second of it. If they could at least sniff out the safest areas, they’d feel a bit better. Then, just make some subtle nudges. Would you let them participate in house hunting?

“How long do we have to stay at the castle?”

“Until we find a home.”

“When will that be?”

“After we find one.”

A groan of frustration, “How long does that take?”

“It could be days or weeks.”

She didn’t look pleased with the answer, but that was the truth. As far as homes went, you’d be relatively picky. Maybe a tad more than relatively. There was a running list in your mind.

High exposure to magic in the past.

Enough space for Ceri to have her chickens, not enough space for a Wyvern.

Walking distance from the city.

The criteria was high, but you hoped something would come around quickly. You were eager to create a home base in Orynth, to establish a safe place, a place that belonged to both of you. A castle could be a home, you supposed, but not for you. You’d never feel like you belonged there.

You meant what you said to Fenrys. You were never born to live in a castle, and as of now, you had no desire to. That’s something you couldn’t picture changing over the years.

Another thing you didn’t expect was Ceri being this adamant against living in the castle.

Scanning the cramped interior of the carriage, you saw Ceri still wrapped up in another dragon book - but her eyes were starting to droop. You let a small smile curve on your face, gazing out the frost-covered window. A few more hours, and you’d be passing the gates of Orynth.

Breathe, you reminded yourself, and watched as your breath condensed in front of you. Gods it was cold, both of you bundled up as much as you could. Still, better than being outside.

A soft snore, and Ceri was sleeping, body laid out across the bench, mitten covered hands still wrapped around the book, now clutched to her chest. It was a miracle she could read with those on. Quietly standing, you lifted the bench beneath you, dragging out a warm quilt, and tucking it around her shoulders. It’s likely she’d sleep all the way to the gates, if not to the castle door.

Even with the relative safety, you never slept on your trips if you could help it, catching just a few hours as needed. A small shield covered the cabin the entire journey, and after the driver said they were comfortable with the magic, you let it cover them as well. At least it managed to keep out some of the cold.

Soon enough, you passed through the city gates, then - the Castle loomed ahead of you. The carriage halted in front of the gates, a guard peered in through the window shooting a smile your way and waving you inside without another question.

You’d met him the last time you were here, and wished you’d at least remembered his name. You made a note to ask later. You were reluctant to wake Ceri, with her looking so peaceful, but you did, gently squeezing her shoulder.

“We’re here.”

She perked up, throwing the blanket off her, face pressed against the window. One hand swiped away the condensation, wiping again as her breath fogged the window. She wasn’t this excited earlier, pestering you about how long you’d have to be here. It was easy to figure out why, peeking over her to get your own look out the window. Three of her friends were waiting there, a good distance away from Rowan and Aelin, but you could spot them.

Your heart warmed.

“Make sure you at least say hello to your father,” you reminded her. She sent you an offended look, and you only raised your brows.

Rowan watched as Ceri jumped out of the carriage, her gaze going to his right. He knew exactly who was waiting for her over there. But, you shot her another look, and instead she sprinted right to you and Aelin, barreling into him.

He’d gotten used to that, to her throwing her entire body weight into him. The first time it caught him off guard. She was stronger than any ten year old had a right to be. He shouldn’t have been surprised, you used to do that when they met up, flinging yourself into his arms.

At a slower pace, you followed behind her.

Ceri hugged Aelin, and bounced on her feet, eyes darting behind them. Where he knew three other children were waiting, a respectful distance away.

“Go say hello to your friends,” he told her and she shot off without another word.

Aelin wrapped you into a warm hug, squeezing until you let out an oof, complaining you couldn’t breathe.

You stiffened as Rowan wrapped his own arm around your shoulders, squeezing you into his side. Had he never done that? It felt .. natural, he almost released you - momentary panic setting in that he might’ve made you feel uncomfortable, but you wrapped your arm around his waist, giving a quick squeeze back before stepping away. Nothing seemed tense or on edge, in fact you still looked perfectly relaxed. Thank the Gods.

Aelin linked her arm through yours, talking about the book you’d mentioned in your most recent letter. As soon as you scribbled in a line about it, that Aelin might like it, she set out to find it. Three bookstores in Orynth later, Aelin had located it and devoured it in two days.

Gods, he’d even found her reading it in the bath.

“I should send this to Dorian,” she announced. After closing the book, in a daze for ten minutes before she finally spoke. Rowan learned the hard way not to interrupt that phase.

“A trashy romance novel?”

“It is not,” Aelin hissed.

“So I didn’t find you in the bath …” Wind suffocated the fiery dagger thrown his way.

“Scandalizing the King of Adarlan is always amusing.”

“Does he even read them?”

Aelin shrugged.

Aelin and Rowan weren’t quite as subtle as they thought they were. They’d obviously done some research and snooping on houses before the two of you arrived, and you found it endearing and helpful.

“What do you think about this area?” Aelin traced her finger over a spot on the map.

“I haven’t exactly seen it,” you shot her a smile. “Tell me about it.”

A moment of shock, but she did tell you everything she knew. Neighbors close enough you could vaguely see them, but not hear them. That’s a plus in your book. Most of the surrounding neighbors already planted a few gardens. A few houses were up for sale, the owners eager to get rid of them. Apparently there’d been a big push to move into the city, into the hustle of people. It’s still close enough to the city, within walking distance of a few schools.

You noticed that although it’s on the outskirts of Orynth, it’s located closer to the castle. It makes sense, considering Ceri will still be spending plenty of time there.

“We should go take a look around.”

Aelin’s eyes lit up. You liked that.

“Tomorrow?” She offered.

“Tomorrow.”

“Are we inviting Rowan?”

That, you didn’t know how to answer. “I’ll leave it up to your discretion.”

Turquoise eyes fixed on you, and it took everything not to break her stare. “A girls trip sounds nice.” You tried not to let out a huge sigh of relief. “Besides, he’ll likely terrify everyone we come across.”

You offered a half-smile, your sentiments were the same. That might be pushing a line. Lines you were very careful to balance. Gods, you’d practically made neutrality an art form over the years.

You bundled up, pushing a pair of mittens into a protesting Ceri’s hands.

“Do you want frostbite?” You kept the exasperation out of your voice. She snatched them from you, shoving them onto her hands, as you wound a scarf around her neck. It wasn’t actively snowing, but Terrasen winters were brutal. A grinning Aelin waited for you just past the castle doors. The two of you each linked one of Ceri’s arms. A good strategy to keep her from sprinting off.

She led you through the city, you’d hit the sweet spot in the morning - less people on the streets, less to gawk and stare, and she knew every back road and alley. It might take you a while to get used to the city, considering none of the roads made any sense. Scratch that, it would. They all lead in nonsensical directions, sometimes looping back on each other.

“I’ll need a map for a few weeks,” you commented.

“I’ll get one for you.” Aelin grinned, leading you through the city gate, and to the right, tracing back along the wall. You figured it had been a twenty minute walk so far, and sure enough five minutes later the small houses began to grow, and Ceri began bouncing.

A few for sale signs, and you opened your senses - looking for spots of residual magic. Where some magic wielders might have lived for a while. The area was brimming. Beautiful and ancient.

This was as good of a time as any for a lesson.

“Ceri,” you caught her attention. The two of you had let her go, making her promise to stay within ten paces. She stopped and turned, bright green eyes staring at you, before bounding back towards you. “See what you can feel.”

Her eyes squeezed shut. “Eyes open.”

She scowled, but listened. It was a crutch, and although you let it help at first, you knew she didn’t need it anymore. Her eyes scanned the perimeter, fingers wiggling beneath the mittens.

“A lot of magic. Old.”

“What else?” A long pause, but you waited. Aelin was silent beside you, watching curiously. You kept your focus on Ceri.

“It’s mostly from humans.” She was looking back at the various fields, now overgrown with grasses. Farmers used to live here, in masses.

“Good,” you grinned at her. She looked nearly identical to Rowan, but that was your mother’s grin on her face. Ceri led the way this time, spotting the houses with “for sale” signs.

You could tell Aelin was brimming with questions, so you started. “It’s the first thing I learned as well.”

“Sensing magic?”

You hummed.

“Is there a big difference between Human and Fae magic?”

“It’s subtle,” you admitted. “But it’s a good thing to know.” To know who you’re facing.

“How does your magic work?” She probed.

“I have the basic shielding, myself and others,” that was the easy part to explain. “I use magic to put … intention into different materials,” you huffed a laugh. It always sounds ridiculous when you put it like that. In reality, it’s a bit more complex than that, but that’s the easiest way to describe it.

“It lets you sense other magic.”

“Most of us can,” you countered.

“But more than others.”

“I haven’t had a chance to compare,” it’s true, plus you had no desire to. Few knew the extent of your magic, and most of them were dead. You preferred it that way.

“Intention,” she murmured - thinking aloud. “Like that dagger?”

“I didn’t create it,” you said, slipping into neutrality, hand slowly drifting over your cheek. You avoided looking at her.

“Is there something else different about it?”

Yes, but nothing that has to be said. Still, this was an opportunity for you to show you trust her. Trust, of course, has to be earned, but giving a small show of it - even just providing a bit of extra information like this, could make a difference in the future. A small thread tugged at you, encouraging you to share. The Goddess who’d always guided you. Listening was the only option.

“That particular one was created by an ancestor of mine. I don’t know who. Those daggers are more common than you’d think, most don’t know what they are. Usually intended for … ritual magic, tattooing, scarring,” you still couldn’t meet her gaze. “They used to be common practice. I don’t know how that male got that specific one, and it had worried you more than you cared to admit. But he was dead, they were destroyed. “It’s an object a collector probably would’ve loved.”

“Are there a lot of those in circulation?”

“Two less now,” you said without thinking, wincing before clearing your throat. “Made by my family? Very few.” Five were made actually, and you knew where one was, but the other two were still lost. The next part you hesitated, but one extra tidbit couldn’t hurt. “It’s not exactly illegal to create them on the Southern Continent, but highly frowned upon.”

“Is that why you destroyed them?”

“No,” you couldn’t lie to her. Silence radiated between the two of you, her surprise palpable. Aelin was waiting, waiting to see if you’d keep speaking. That wall started to surge, to form itself around your mind, to block, block, block, but this time you pushed back against it, a firm hand lowering it. Not to the ground, but so you could see past it. Finally, you looked at her. No judgment, just curiosity.

“You don’t have to share, if you don’t want to.”

Did you want to? Not particularly, but that stupid little thread tugged again. Mentally, you muttered a sorry at calling it stupid.

“That one was special. It scars as intended, yes, but any blood it encounters … if the victim has magic, some of it will transfer inside of the blade. Just a trace, nothing someone would miss, but enough to have other uses.”

You’d had too much time to think about it, to think on what it could mean. If someone had a dagger with your magic, even a hint of it … a weapon with the ability to throw magic into other objects? It doesn’t limit itself either, it would’ve kept on building the more victims it crossed. If the wielder knew how to use it correctly, they could potentially use it to throw someone elses magic into another person. One of your family’s daggers, objects missing for too long, thrown into circulation just as a large upheaval occurred. Just as everything changed again. It’s not something that could be completely ignored, even from Terrasen. But, some things were your burden to carry. Consequences passed through time and generations.

“Good you destroyed them,” Aelin said quietly. A glance at her, and you knew her mind went the same way yours did.

“They were originally used for healing,” you felt the need to defend your family’s legacy. You didn’t want to give the impression that they’d created an object with the intention for harm.

“Sounds like it could’ve been a great tool.”

“It was, for some time.”

Gods, you were sharing too much now. Ceri saved the day, bounding back towards you and pointing to the house.

“It’s perfect.”

Not huge, but not small. From the outside, everything looked fine. Glancing at the price, you knew there had to be a catch. A bit of fixing up, you could handle. But if the roof was about to fall down? That would be a no.

You looked underneath the price, squinting your eyes. To a good home.

An older male ambled out, spying the three of you eyeing it.

As he led you through the house, you got the sense you were being interviewed, and answered all of his questions honestly, explaining what you were looking for in a home.

“What do you want it to become?”

Aelin looked at you from the corner of her eyes, but the male’s keen gaze, piercing brown eyes, were fixed on you.

“A home for my daughter and I,” Ceri clutched your hand tighter, glancing between you and the other male. “Somewhere her friends can visit,” you squeezed her hands, “and relax.”

“Have a lot of friends, do you?”

Ceri nodded, and started rambling about the things they’d done yesterday. He listened patiently, commenting in all of the right places, and you could tell Ceri was taken with him. He did have a grandfatherly aspect to him.

“Well,” he cleared his throat. “There’s some mice sometimes, you’ll need a cat.”

“We have one,” Ceri piped.

“That’s perfect then,” he patted her shoulder. “It’s yours if you want it,” he looked up to you. Now, three pairs of eyes were on you.

“We’d be honored.”

The words felt … right. You’d learned the home had been in his family for generations, but he was the last of them. He didn’t need to tell you what happened to his family, but he said he’d been the last occupant of the home, and would be moving into the city with a friend.

“Are they a special friend?”

“Ceri,” you hissed.

“It’s alright,” he chuckled, looking at you with a hint of amusement. You replied with an apologetic grimace. “All friends are special.”

You squeezed your daughter's hand, telling her now is not the time. Thankfully, she kept her mouth shut. She’s at the age where a filter is a foreign concept to her, and any question seems appropriate.

Turn around would take about ten days. He’d left you all of the furniture, all of the kitchen ware, nearly everything, even a collection of what looked to be ancient books. It almost seemed too good to be true … but, this time, an instinct told you to accept something good happened. That it happened without a greater cost. That you were worthy of good things.

Aelin’s mind had wandered during the rest of your ‘girls trip.’ She half paid attention to the tour and conversations, enough so she knew what was going on if asked a question. But, her mind drifted to what you told her. She’d watched as you froze up, as you hesitated, but then told her anyway. As you showed trust in her. Trust with things you probably hadn’t told another person. There was still more to the story, but when she saw how uncomfortable you grew, common sense told her pushing wasn’t worth any potential knowledge she might acquire.

She was correct that someone from your bloodline created it. First the admission of the type of dagger, then how the ones your family created were different. Something a collector would’ve loved.

They were used for healing at some point, then stolen. At least that was what she picked up on. Her mind trailed to why you would’ve destroyed them, destroyed a family heirloom. Blood. Magic. Your magic - imbuing.

Victim’s magic store itself. Enough to have other uses.

Very few. Two less. There’s still more. And you don’t know where they are, or she has a feeling you would’ve tracked them down by now. Aelin had a decent read on you at this point, and she’s well aware you wouldn’t let something like that exist in the world.

Could those daggers have a history? Could she find mentions of them somewhere? You didn’t say relative, you said ancestor.

She needed to talk to Rowan.

Rowan could tell Aelin was nearly bursting at the seams with something. She waited until it was the two of them, you and Ceri already off to bed, before sharing.

He sat on the new wealth of information Aelin had learned. Moreover, he was shocked you’d shared all of that. It was more than you would’ve told him … would’ve told him in the past. There’s other reasons why you wouldn’t have shared that with him before. Still, if he’d asked the question would you have answered? A useless question, considering he wouldn’t ask you. He recognized you wouldn’t have told Aelin this if you didn’t expect he’d hear of it as well.

It wasn’t meant to be hidden from him, just to be heard second hand. It felt like a consolation prize.

“Is she worried about it?” He finally said, his pause giving the impression he was thinking the information over.

“Not excessively,” she shifted, stretching her legs out over his lap. Absentmindedly, thumb ran circles into her calf, loosening the tense muscles. A small purr left her chest. She was silent, contemplative, for a few moments. “There’s more to it. I know there is.”

“Aelin,” he paused his movements, catching her eyes, hoping to tell her not to dig into it. Based on the look in her eyes, that wouldn’t be a deterrent. “At least don’t push her. Let her come to you. It’s sensitive family history you’re digging into.”

At least that’s the impression he got. Aelin described how you seemed reluctant, emphasizing how she didn’t pry much. Speaking about your family had always been difficult for you, one of the topics you were most evasive about, and he doubted that changed too much over the years.

“I know.”

For the first few days, you struggled to figure out how to fill your time.

Last time you’d been here, everyone was snowed in for the majority of the time, but now there weren’t any restrictions or requirements to stay in the castle. Last time, your stay in Orynth felt temporary, even with the knowledge you’d be returning. It was also the first storm of the year, and an early one. Now you’d just hit december. Meaning Yulemas was quickly approaching. Peak season for you, to sell any kind of little crafts, but you didn’t have a space to work yet and working out of the castle didn’t feel right to you.

In the mornings and early afternoons, Ceri had lessons with the rest of her friends and a few teachers from the castle, so you took it on yourself to walk through the city, trying to memorize each street and back alley. That was a new kind of torture for you. Going alone made your explorations much longer, but it was important you learned how to find your way through without help, to not rely on anyone - besides the little map now becoming worn down and creased with how frequent you referenced it.

Making your way back to the main square, the jingling of bells and a few festive tunes reached you first.

A market.

Evergreen wreaths lined the streets, accented by bows, pinecones, and all sorts of little decorations. Stalls and stalls of vendors selling their wares, all of them braving the cold. A few had flasks on their hips, ones they took a few sips from time to time. You smiled to yourself, that’s certainly a way to help keep the chill out.

As it happens, you came across a woman selling little carvings, a list of different types propped up on her table. ‘Enchanted,’ had a line crossed through it. She wasn’t particularly busy, so you decided to be nosy.

“Enchanted ones already sold?”

She smiled ruefully, “aye, the normal provider’s temporarily out of business, don’t know when they’ll be back.” You realized she might be referencing you. “A female from Antica, now based in Terrasen, not sure where.”

“Are there others?”

Her mouth pressed into a tight line. “Not particularly good ones.”

“Out of those too?” Gods, you really were being nosy, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“If they don’t feel right or genuine, I try not to sell them. I like the ones that already have a bit of magic in ‘em.” She narrowed her eyes at another stall across the way. You nodded, and she seemed in the mood to share today. “The seller’s out of Antica, don’t know how she got here, but it’s lowered the price.” She was speaking of you.

“The price?”

“I used to import.”

“Oh.”

Maybe you should’ve kept track of where some of your work ended up.

“I try to keep the prices fair,” she sighed and leaned back in her seat, balancing it on two legs. “For the ones who look like they need it.” That, you could appreciate. “Makes me sell out quicker.”

You hummed, maybe you could make a few before the seasons up. “I heard a rumor,” you started hesitantly, and her head tilted, eyes curious. “That she’ll be back in business, have something ready about a week before Yulemas.”

Oh, you had her attention now. “Do you know her?”

A small nod. “You don’t?”

A shake of her head, but you’d caught her attention. “Always dealt with someone in the middle. A bit annoying,” you tried not to wince, “but safer for her that way, I can understand.”

“I can put you in touch.” It can’t be that hard to pretend you’re actually the one in the middle.

“Really?” She looked skeptical, and for good reason.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out a small trinket. A small amulet, one of the last things made before you left Caraverre, and a design you hadn’t used before, but if she’s sold some of your things, she should recognize it as genuine. Carefully, you handed it to her, watching as she examined, eyes squinting to look at the tiny carvings.

“She won’t have much stock, and not til week or so before the holiday, but I can put you in touch and see what she has.”

“Even a few would make a difference,” she reached out and handed it back to you, gingerly. Almost like she was holding a treasure.

“Keep that one for yourself. I’ll come back and let you know.”

“That would be much appreciated.”

Based on your smile, and the way she undid the clasp, tucking the small necklace inside her coat, you knew she would. Keep it and not sell it. You’d need to wait a few more days before returning, maybe even up to a week. Just to give the impression you actually were someone in the middle.

Feeling in high spirits, a good deed done for the day, you headed back to the castle, hoping there would only be a few wrong turns this time.

Aelin reached an arm around pulling you into her side, a hug of sorts, but her arm lingered. Naturally, your head dropping to her shoulder. She squeezed further, and didn’t move. Aelin tugged you closer. Rowan didn’t look uncomfortable when you stole a look at him. In fact something like a smile ghosted across his face. You realized how much you’d missed touch and affection. Platonic touch and affection, just among friends. Reya had always been a big hugger, the two of you cuddling up next to each other on the couch.

Something you’d never even thought might be necessary. But now that it was here … you found yourself clinging to it like a lifeline. Touch starved enough that even the smallest affection feels like a blessing, like a gift from the gods.

Aelin sighed, and you relaxed your body further, letting the wine send you loosen you, giving yourself permission to feel this. To bask in this momentary peace.

“You’re much better at this than Rowan.” An indignant huff from the offended male. “Take notes,” Aelin teased him, drawing a laugh from you and a half-hearted glare from the other male.

“And you’ve had a lot of wine,” you countered Aelin, but didn’t move. She’d initiated it … and if she felt uncomfortable, you’d let her move away. Maybe you should, maybe this is crossing some invisible line the wine haze is keeping you from recognizing, but it felt so right.

“Am I a better cuddler than Fenrys?”

This time, you did laugh. Aelin is definitely competitive. “I wouldn’t know.”

She seemed pleased, and matter of fact, so did Rowan. You’re imagining it, for certain. In the morning you’d swear he never looked like that. Swear it was a figment of your imagination.

As much as Fenrys made jokes about it, this hadn’t happened with him. Right now, you didn’t want it to, maybe you wanted to claim her as your official cuddle-friend. It’s the wine. Aelin wasn’t yours to claim, not in any way. Besides, you don’t believe in belonging to others. You belong to yourself, and that’s it. That’s the way it’s always been, and how it will always be.

A part of you still lingered, still wondered what it would be like to have a mate. To forge a bond so deep, such a permanent and everlasting connection, one that could cross worlds and eternity, to love and be loved so deeply that separation was unbearable - that separation would tear your soul into tiny bits.

Not the love of a mother and daughter, the love of two people meant to bind their souls together. Meant to claim each other equally.

Could a bond like that be forged, or was it some kind of gift? Given just to those deemed worthy of it?

It’s the wine.

The odds are you’ll never know, and there’s no use in wasting time imagining it.

taglist: @holb32 @moonlightttfae @cassianswh0reeee @reidishh @fussel9913 @abbyrose13 @brandywineeeee @acourtofbatboydreams (sorry it didn't let me tag everyone! you can comment on this or any others if you want to be added!

#rowaelin x reader #poly!rowaelin x reader #throne of glass fic #rowan whitethorn x reader #aelin galathynius x reader #rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x y/n #throne of glass x reader #rowan whitethorn x y/n #aelin galathynius x y/n

151 notes · View notes

ohbo-ohno · 6 months

Note

if the 1k game is still open, I’d like to throw in my two cents!

Ghost (or Ghoap) with Forest and Only (allotted amount of time) to escape before (bad thing happens)

I’m sure there’s plenty of ways to go with that!~ please take your time and remember to drink water today!!!!!

~🦋

1k game here - no more please!

i will drink water just for you babe. also i did ghoap x reader & forest & trying to escape, but ended up not including an allotted amount of time, hope that's alright!

1.5k of ghost watching soap and reader run from him during a zombie apolocypse. except the apolocypse is really more of a background thing and i just throw in mentions of zombies. no smut! (cw for a very brief mention of cannibalism, a sprained then broken ankle, kidnapping, and very light puppyplay at the end)

"You fucking idiot, Johnny," you hiss. "You're gonna get us killed!"

"Me?" He snarls, whirling around to glare at you, hackles raised. "You're fuckin' shoutin' like you want the bastard to find us!"

"Shhh! Could you be any louder?!"

"You goddamned feartie, I hope he kills you first!"

"What the fuck did you just call me?!"

Ghost just barely manages to bite back a laugh at your offended tone, the way you're nearly spitting at Johnny, even at nearly a foot shorter than him. It's like watching a kitten try and fight a dog - cute, but you know the dog could crush the kitten if things went a little too far.

But Simon doesn't mind watching you hiss and spit at Johnny, certainly doesn't see a need to step in any time soon.

He hadn't expected to find much more than a few corpses when the motion sensor around his property triggered an alarm in his base. He figured it was probably a few zombies, easy enough to deal with.

But then he spotted the two of you - a big Scotsman and his far smaller girl, bickering playfully and totally unaware of him in the shadows.

Originally he'd planned to kill the two of you. He's got enough food stored to make it through the winter, so he wouldn't have to bother with freezing your bodies for later. It would be almost comically easy to kill you, take a couple shots from far enough away that you'd never see them coming, drag your bodies off his property, and forget all about you.

But then Johnny - who's name he only knows because you use it frequently - had spotted him. And wasn't that interesting? It's been a long time since someone managed to spot Ghost while he was trailing them.

He'd noticed Johnny's injury soon after that. The two of you had taken off running - he's not sure why, but apparently you haven't had the best experience with strangers - and Johnny had limped beside you, his right ankle clearly giving him trouble.

That was near sunrise. Now, there's an hour or two before the sunsets.

Simon would like to have the two of you in his base before night falls. No point in risking losing one of you to a zombie, not when you're already vulnerable.

He's been herding the two of you in the right direction since about noon. The two of you had picked the right direction to run, almost making it fully out of Ghost's territory before he started redirecting you. It was easy to land a few shots in the dirt in front of you, send the pair of you scrambling in another direction.

You're closer to his base than either of you realize. Ghost's muscles twitch at the realization, the thought of having the two of you locked up fueling his adrenaline.

He already knows you'll both put up a good fight. He can't wait to see which one of you gives in first. He thinks it might be Johnny, can already picture the man being good after seeing how Ghost might treat you.

He tunes back into your argument as the land becomes more familiar, unable to resist smirking as he sees the path that Johnny's about to walk.

"I told you we should've been more on the lookout for other people."

"Don't even start! Ye know as well as me that the bastard came out of nowhere, don't act like we woulda seen him anyway."

"Well, now we'll never know."

"Exactly! So why're you still naggin' me about it?"

"Oh, really, I'm nagging? Really, Johnny?"

"Yes! What, you think saying it twice makes it less true?"

"Oh, fuck you, honestly, I don't even know why I bother helping you."

Johnny laughs, loud and very obviously fake. "You're helpin' me? Oh, now you've really lost it, lass. I've been dragging dead weight since this whole thing started! You know, I'm getting awful tired of-"

Johnny's just a few steps away, make that final little stretch as he talks, and Ghost holds his breath, waits....

Bam. Before he can finish his complaint, he's yanked into the air. His bad ankle is wrapped up tight in rope, a trap tugging that leg into the air and leaving his torso resting on the ground.

He grunts loudly, though not as loudly as Ghost had expected with his injury.

"Holy shit!" You nearly shout, rushing to Johnny's side and abandoning your argument. "Fuck, are you alright?"

The Scot makes a half-wheezed sound of affirmation, eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck, alright, don't move. I'll get you out, alright?"

Before you can figure out how to make that happen, Simon steps out of the treeline. You catch sight of him immediately, eyes going wide as you clearly fight the urge to run and abandon your partner. You just barely manage to stop yourself, shifting into what looks like it's meant to be a defensive possession.

Ghost tilts his head, smirks behind the mask. "Where do you think you're goin'?"

Johnny's face is twisted in pain, leaving you to respond. "We don't mean any harm, alright? Just... just let me get him down, and we'll go."

Simon slings his rifle off his back, holds it casually in his arms. The way your hands twitch, the panic streaking across Johnny's expression... fuck, it gets him hard.

"Why would I let you do that?"

There's a little furrow between your brows, and Johnny starts to really squirm in is bindings.

"We won't tell anyone about you," you try, inching around Johnny's prone form. "Promise. You let us go, you'll never have to see us again."

That, Simon thinks, is the problem.

He hauls his gun up, takes quick aim, and shoots the rope tying Johnny up before either of you can properly panic. You both still scream when the branch falls, clattering to the ground on top of Johnny.

You're quick to help him up, your argument apparently entirely forgotten as you let him lean most of his body weight on your shoulders.

Ghost slings the gun back over his shoulder, pulling a length of rope out of his pocket. "Both of you, on your knees. Hands behind your heads, eyes closed."

"Oy." Johnny tries to move in front of you, but his now mangled ankle has to be kept completely off the ground for him to even stay standing. "You can't... we'll go, like she said. Promise, mate."

"Knees."

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed neither of you put up even a bit of fight. But he doesn't complain as he watches you fall to the ground first, letting Johnny use you to help himself.

"Good," Simon hums when you both settle, forms stiff but in the correct position. "Either one of you even twitches, I'll break your legs and leave you for the zombies."

You both shudder at that, and Ghost feels his cock throb in his jeans. He adjusts himself, then steps forward with the rope.

He's quick, not giving either of you time to properly react. You both get a matching loop of rough rope tied around your necks, just tight enough that the skin is already rubbed a bit raw, just from the initial tie.

"Don't move," Simon growls when Johnny jerks away, gripping the man's wrists and tugging them in front of him. "You want to die out here? Watch your little girlfriend get eaten alive?"

He flushes, teeth gritted in what's probably a mix of rage and pain. Sweat drips down his face, streaking through the filth. "She's not my girl."

"Johnny," you hiss, shifting restlessly on your knees. "Seriously?"

"What? Yer not."

"Is that really what you want to be focusing on right now?"

"Oh, would ye rather talk about the goddamn collar and leashes the bastard's given us?"

Ghost gives said leash a rough tug for that, finishing off the loops around Johnny's wrist and moving in front of you. "The bastard's right here."

You sit still, eyes still closed and limbs loose as you let him move your arms around. Johnny's the one who starts squirming, scowl deepening. "Really? Couldnae tell."

"Lotta sass from a man wearing a leash." Ghost yanks it again, nearly sending Johnny sprawling to the ground. He just manages to catch himself on his bound hands, and Simon finishes off yours.

He steps back, holding the length of rope stretching from your necks in one hand. He tugs solidly, smirks when you both stand as quickly as you can. "Up, now. Time to go home."

He doesn't spare either of you a glance, turning around and starting the rest of the journey home. He shows a bit of kindness, keep his pace slow since he can hear the way Johnny's breathing grows more ragged, hear his limp against the dead leaves.

Neither of you tug or try to run away, and Ghost can't help but smile at the obedience. He mentally crosses leash training off his to-do list. He had been looking forward to that one, but he's sure there'll be plenty of other interesting experiences with the two of you.

He's never trained two pets at once. He can't wait to see how it goes.

#i've written this same thing in slightly different ways a million times. and i will write it again #1k celebration #ghoap x reader #bo writes #serial killer ghoap x reader #btw - he takes you home then chains you both up outside and says something like “this is where dogs stay” :/#dont worry youre perfectly safe (he has a high fence keeping zombie out) but he likes to hear how scared you get when you're out there all #you're both quite well behaved when he lets you in for dinner the next night <3 #he only has to scold you once when you both complain about being made to eat while kneeling on the floor next to him #🦋 anon #zombie apocalypse ghoap x reader

156 notes · View notes

chikaras-garden · 1 year

Text

Patience

Your boyfriend finds out that you’re secretly working for a rival mafia family. It’s only right that he teaches you a lesson for spying on him.

Pairing: mafia!Kuroo x fem!reader

Words: 2.4k

Contains: dubcon, mafia!Kuroo, dom!Kuroo, mean!Kuroo, brat!reader, fingering, piv sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex as punishment, roughness, manhandling, desk sex, K calls R “kitten,” “little girl,” and “naughty girl”

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked, also on ao3

“You’re lucky I’m patient.”

Tetsuro stands in the doorway of the office—his office. You’re not sure how long he’s been there, but you’re certain he just caught you digging through papers on his desk, on top of the fact that you’re not even supposed to be in here at all. Ever. That was rule number one of being with him, not that you ever had any intention of following it.

You involuntarily gasp, stuffing the papers in your hands behind your back. His eyes lazily glance between your hidden arms and your face; somewhere between the quirk of his eyebrow and downturn of his lips, you know you’re caught.

Closing your eyes, you expect to be yelled at. Thrown out of the room. Locked away. Worse. That’s what other men you’ve dealt with—done this to—would have done to you, anyway.

But, Tetsuro’s voice is even, only clouded by the shadow of disappointment.

Suddenly, that voice is right next to the shell of your ear. What he says sends electricity down your spine, sends the papers falling to the floor, sends your fingers reaching for his chest. “I wasn’t told you were going to misbehave.”

You feel his arms cage you in, one hand on either side of your hips, fingers drumming on the solid wood of his desk. He doesn’t touch you. He won’t do it, he never has, and that stirs something in between frustration and need in your stomach.

“Look at me.”

His hazel eyes are dark and analytical, tinted by the shroud of catching the one woman he’s let into his life in the act of betraying him. Your lips part, trembling, and it isn’t his rage, sadness, or bloodlust that channels fear into you.

It’s his complete lack of them.

“So you steal information from me, pass it off to…” when you don’t answer, he sighs, the first sign of his real annoyance at you, as if you’re no more bothersome than a delayed train. “...whoever you’re working for, not that the list of people who’d want to screw me over is short.”

Tetsuro tilts his head, and his voice follows to the shell of your other ear, his breath grazing your cheekbone. He speaks quietly, every syllable so perfectly measured to show you that he’s in control. It’s eerie, and you swallow hard at the realization.

“Then what, kitten? Did you think you were smart enough that I’d never find out?”

You let out a shuddering breath while your eyes slip closed again. This close, you smell his cologne: it’s cold, but still burns your nose—peppermint and sage. You tilt your head back, baring your neck to him like an offer: Does he dare to take it?

“Fuck,” he whispers, realizing what you’re thinking as soon as it crosses your mind. “You just wanted my attention, didn’t you?”

Caught both in the act and with your true intentions, you nod.

He starts laughing.

It starts with a chuckle that fights its way out of his chest, but it swiftly melts into real laughter more genuine than you’ve ever heard from him. Your eyes fly open, and you spot a mean, self-satisfied grin. But, behind that, you see eyes ablaze with an echo of the need swirling in your stomach.

Your toes curl. Every layer of clothing you’re wearing is starting to feel hot, like it’s burning. You reach a hand back, fingers extending behind you until they touch skin: his skin, which burns as hot as yours.

He stares at you with an intensity that would scare anyone else, but you’ve grown accustomed to his nuances. “Gonna have to make you regret this, you know.”

Oh, you know. And you’re hoping he makes good on that threat in ways that surprise the very excitable imagination you’ve been developing since the moment you met him. So, you egg him on. “Are you sure you’re the right man for the job? I mean, I did get this far…”

Before you can finish, he grabs you by the hips and hoists you on top of his desk, paperwork be damned. You’re stunned threefold: first by his strength, second by his speed, and third by his lips capturing yours while your mouth is still open, ready to accept his tongue.

This kiss is more intoxicating than anything you’ve ever felt before. Your head swims, and you reach for him to tether yourself to this Earth before the feeling of him sends you straight to the moon. Your fingers wind into his hair, and you tug without thinking. Just that little action, so innocent compared to all the ways you’ve thought about him, makes him moan into your mouth.

His fingers, long and roughed up by who knows what, make quick work of your clothes. Shirt, up and over your head. Bra, tossed across the room. Skirt, pooled on the floor. Panties, dangling from your ankle. You thought removing clothes would make you feel better, cool you off, keep your head on straight, but the air in Tetsuro’s office burns hot with your need for more, more, more.

You need him to give you what you want. He needs you to make him do so, evidently.

“Tetsuro,” you whine, fighting against the kisses he places to the corner of your mouth. “Tetsuro, please, please.”

His hands massage into the soft skin of your thighs, spreading you wide so he can fit easily in between them. There’s an unforgiving gap between your pussy and his still-clothed dick; though it must only be as wide as your fist, it feels like it’s a whole ocean across, like you can’t just reach out and bring him to you.

“Naughty girls don’t get what they want.” Although he’s teasing you, his chest rises and falls with heavy panting. It’s a struggle to keep up with what his body wants to do to you, what your body demands of him. He kisses down your throat, your collarbone, the top of your chest—and you whine in response to his snail’s pace.

“I can earn it.” Your beg is heard by interested ears; you can practically see him perk up at the suggestion, glancing up at you through dark eyelashes. “I’ll do anything.”

For several beats, he ignores you. You watch him fight against his own willpower, and you realize—while his eyes dart from your lips to your hands to between your legs—that you don’t need to hear him say it to know that you’ve won. He hides his concession in another ravenous kiss; this time, his hands find your breasts and mercilessly squeeze, making you mewl and invite his tongue back into your mouth.

His hands feel like fire consuming your skin, making you shake from head to toes. You’ve never been with him like this, but you’ve imagined it, and you know you want it. And, in fact, your imagination doesn’t come close to the real deal.

He grips one of your thighs, holds your leg around his waist, angling you so he can get a view of your folds that makes him sigh. It’s a breathy sound unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him before; when you try to lean into him, try to give him a kiss of your own, his free hand presses against your chest.

“Stay still, would you?” He tuts, feigning annoyance that’s softened by the smirk on his lips. Then, he whispers a betrayal of the act he’s been putting on. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Then, he reaches for your folds, wasting no time in thumbing at your clit. You bite your lip; though he doesn’t physically hold you back anymore, you stay where he put you, telling yourself that it’s just because this angle makes the shapes he’s tracing on your clit feel even better. Indignantly, you ignore the voice in your head that’s whispering about being good for him. Proving yourself. Earning what you want.

“Oh,” he groans while your pussy swallows two of his fingers all the way to the third knuckle; he’s not even trying. “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Hips twitching, trying to brush your clit against the palm of his hand, you nod. Tetsuro leans his forehead against yours and chuckles, a sound that makes you shiver from how close it is; he still isn’t looking at you, not really. He’s looking down, captivated by the way his fingers sink into you.

Testing your balance, you lift one hand to grip his shoulder. He doesn’t move, not even to acknowledge your touch, so you dance your fingers across his collarbone, down his chest, all while your own breathing grows heavier and heavier. You’re certain you’re a mess, and you think it’s wildly unfair that you’re the only one.

So, your trembling hands make clumsy work of his shirt buttons. The thin white fabric feels like silk under your hands, soft and supple, something you’d love to rub your face all over if it wasn’t currently in your way. Every button undone, you get a glimpse of the sculpted chest underneath; you end up so distracted, eyeing him hungrily, that you miss the fact that his fingers have stilled inside you.

Until they pull almost all the way out, making you gasp, and plunge all the way back in, curling upward in a way that makes you cry out. With an almost-literal snap of his fingers, you’re on the edge of a high you weren’t sure he’d let you have.

A sudden fear crosses your mind. With wide eyes, you look up at him, only to find him looking back with a wild, starving gaze.

“T-Tetsuro,” you keen, “wanna come.”

“Wanna come?” he mocks, curling his fingers in the same way again. You start to slump forward, wiggling your hips, but he grasps your shoulder to keep you an arm’s length away, in perfect view for him. “Think you deserve it?”

“Please!” you beg. You don’t care what you have to do or say to get it. Tetsuro’s fingers feel so good, and you’ll be damned if you let him ruin this orgasm for you.

You think you hear a mutter of “alright, girl, alright,” not unlike he’s talking to a stray cat mewling at him for scraps of food. The metaphor isn’t lost on you: you do, in fact, feel something like a starving animal while his fingers pick up the pace. He fucks you into his palm until release crashes over you, feeling like the best, biggest, finest meal you’ve eaten in months.

Shuddering, you breathe something that sort of resembles his name, incomplete syllables tumbling out of your lips while you wrap yourself around him. His fingers linger inside of you, and you feel his eyes on you, watching, waiting. For what? You don’t know—you don’t care. With his free arm, he holds you against his chest, and you welcome the comforting sear of his bare skin against your cheek.

Seconds pass, and then you hear, “Alright. That was one.”

Your eyes flutter open. Delirious, you murmur, “One?”

He doesn’t entertain you with a response. Instead, he pulls his fingers away from you to shrug his shirt all the way off and, before you can complain about the absolute void between your legs, you hear the soft clink of metal on leather.

Trousers slide down his thighs. He steps out of them, closer to you, and leans over you; he’s tall, so tall that it’s too easy for him to collect your wrists in one hand while he lays you back on his desk.

Ironically, the papers you were trying to steal are right underneath your cheek.

He holds your wrists loosely in one hand, presses them against the tabletop above your head. His grip is loose, like a warning: just try fighting, and see what happens. You catalog the idea for another day.

He angles his hips in a way that has the tip of his cock brushing against your wet, puffy folds. He hisses—or maybe you do, or maybe you both do. There’s a brief moment of eye contact where you notice need and selfishness in his gaze. Lowly, he says, “Remember, kitten, this is supposed to be your punishment.”

And then, he sheaths himself inside you. He’s neither fast, nor slow; he moves at the pace he wants, ignoring the wriggling of your hips and strangled little noises coming out of your throat. He’s as big as you imagined, big enough to stuff you fuller than your fingers or toys ever could. Your eyes fall closed as you resign yourself to enjoying the stretch, the lude sounds of cock plunging into leftover come, and the rhythmic roll of his hips driving into you.

You moan his name as soon as you feel another high mounting within you; it’s shameful how quick it rushes in, sneaking up on you.

He bends forward and presses sloppy kisses to the sides of your chest. The more you strain, heavy breaths struggling against the weight of him, the harder he kisses. In short order, lips turn to teeth, and he’s biting, bruising your breasts while his cock pounds into you. He marks you as his, claims you, brands you like a punishment for “forgetting” who you belong to.

Tetsuro’s cock buried deep inside you, his lips attached to your chest, you’re not sure when one orgasm ends and the next begins. All you know is he has you coming again and again until the room spins around you. You’re dizzy, blissed, panting, whimpering, and writhing underneath his iron grip on your wrists.

You twist your hips, searching for a moment of reprieve, just a second to catch your breath, but he responds with a grunt and an upward thrust that makes you cry out. “Don’t be difficult, kitten. You wanted to be taught a lesson? Here it is.”

“Said you’d do anything,” he mumbles, but it’s so quiet that it’s almost drowned out by the sound of skin slapping skin. He’s deep, so deep, too deep. You can’t focus, can’t think, can barely feel anything except his cock plunging into you, kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“Tetsuro,” you whimper. “I-it…’s too much, please…”

“Patience, little girl,” he warns through gritted teeth. “I’m making you…regret trying to betray me…remember?”

You find it in you to put up a little bit of a fight. Heart pounding, head light and fuzzy, you squeeze his hips with your thighs, trying to put a few inches of distance in between you. Slow down, your mind chants; slow down. You want him. You want a break. Your stomach begins to coil again, and you let out a pitiful, broken moan.

Tetsuro laughs breathlessly, then picks up the pace, making you cry out with another orgasm. “Good—Good girl. I’m done with you when I say so.”

#kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro smut #kuroo x reader smut #kuroo x you smut #haikyuu smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #🌸— kuroo.#🌸— mine.#tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #cw dubcon #cw dubious consent #🌕— dark content.

805 notes · View notes

cherrylovelycherry · 5 months

Text

506

pairing: childe x fem!reader cw/genre: ex-lovers, angst? masterlist! requests open!

A break-up is always painful for both parties. However, there is always one who feels it more.

The memory of his ex-girlfriend was present, even when it was time to get up, Childe looked hurriedly at the screen of his mobile phone.

No message, no call.

He sighed, lying back on his bed, closing his eyes.

Delicate, soft kisses full of love, being deposited on that freckled face of his. Being the weekend, he slept in later.

"So cute.", she thought. Running a hand through her hair, brushing away red locks that covered her face.

At the sudden touch, feeling tickled, he opened one eye first. Seeing his beloved girlfriend, there, beside him, he grinned like a fool. Stretching his arms out in her direction, grabbing her and pulling her against his chest.

The need to write to him tormented him, he rubbed his face in his pillow, trying to make those memories fade.

His bed empty, the curtains closed wide. No light in the room.

He reluctantly got up to go to breakfast, he wasn't hungry, but her insistent voice nagging him to eat had become a habit.

Hands intertwined, sidelong glances, two young people in love, each sitting firmly on the furniture, unable to cut the distance. Afternoons pretending to watch television.

He grabbed his mobile phone, inhaling and exhaling three times in a row, his hands trembling for a moment. Would it be okay if…?

He was masochistic and went through the photos he still kept in his phone's gallery. Pictures of the two of them in another country. "Will she still be travelling there like every holiday?" he wondered.

His smile lingered for a few moments longer.

Her hand felt like it was sweating, she looked at her boyfriend, being so calm and even eating a huge airport burger. She even felt nauseous from the nerves of flying. She tightened her grip on his arm now, as she checked in, the urge to go to a nice beach gone. But no, she convinced herself, he gave her lots of kisses and caresses as they sat in the plane seats, keeping her as relaxed as possible.

He did, he sent a message. He saved the number again, as a new contact. He mentally thanked himself for having stuck the paper with his number on it on the fridge.

A simple; "How are you?" was all he sent.

He felt nervous, tousling his hair with both hands.

Four hours passed, he sent another message again.

"I don't know why but I thought of you both," he sent, followed by a picture of two kittens.

Sent. The status of the messages was just sent.

The number of his flat he promised to remember forever. 506. The street where his heart lived. Where he spent more time than in his own home. With 16, where everything changed and started.

A new day, another "How are you?" message. Soon he started leaving calls, not expecting a reply, just letting her know he was there.

Little by little, becoming routine in three months.

Five missed calls, four letters, three injuries, two lucky ones.

Every once in a while, Childe would stop by the coffee shop where they would have a nice oatmeal biscuit and a hot chocolate in the middle of winter. As well as passing the bar, where they fought over drinking each other's glass, the fight ended in laughter and jokes.

He never expected a response.

Kissing in the rain after playing catch, feeling like little kids, not caring that people looked at them strangely for being in the pouring rain. A bit cliché, but theirs.

The memory of why he fell in love, remembering what made her fall in love.

A routine phone call.

Y/N was sitting on a bench, washing her boyfriend's hair, who had fallen ill. Caring for him with so much love, even though she would probably end up getting sick too.

Sneaking into his bed, on a summer night. Kisses on her forehead from him. His turn to watch her sleep so peacefully.

He was dying to hear her voice. As if it was his lucky day, he was about to hang up. However, the opposite phone was answered.

A "Hello?" from her was enough to trigger feelings that were supposed to be locked away. It felt the same, nothing changed.

The words he thought of for this moment, with no hope that it would come, were completely forgotten.

"How are you? Are you still living in 506?"

©cherrylovelycherry do not repost, copy, translate, modify

#genshin angst #genshin impact angst #genshin x reader #childe angst #childe x reader #ex lovers #genshin tartagalia #tartaglia #ajax x reader #genshin ajax #childe genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact

124 notes · View notes

valeskafics · 8 months

Text

“What Are You Doing, Stepbro?” - Chapter Twenty Seven (Aegon, Aemond, Jace x Reader) - FINALE

a/n: the final chapter is HERE OH MY GODDDDD thank you guys for sticking with me through this journey, adore you all so much ❤️ and a special shout out to @echos-muses for helping me figure out the perfect ending, ily bestie 😭

Summary: It's time for college acceptance letters to come out. And to talk about future plans...

TW: profanity, innuendo, sexual situations, afab reader, she/her pronouns, fingering, oral f receiving, edging, daddy kink, ass eating, anal fingering, p in v sex, anal sex, foursome, breeding kink

Word Count: 1,115 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

The day your dad and Alicent come home, you race down the stairs to greet them, Aemond and Aegon taking their time. And for the first time in a long time, you have an honest conversation with your father. You tell him your feelings about everything, coming to a new level of understanding with each other.

Months go on, and soon enough? It’s time for college acceptance letters to start rolling in. Jace gets his acceptance letter to KLU well before any of your letters come in. It bugs you a bit that the KLU early decision date is before the Citadel’s, but you try to distract yourself.

Or as Jo and Hel, King’s Landing’s newest power couple, would say, “dickstract” yourself.

You straddle Jace, rolling your hips against his, loving the way he gazes up at you so reverently, his hands on your hips as he takes you to new heights of pleasure, his long, thick cock hitting you exactly the way you need, taking your mind off of anything and everything except him. You rest your hands on his chest, moaning his name as he continues bucking his hips up against yours, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He moves one of his hands from your hips to circle your sensitive clit, and the coil inside you snaps. Jace’s own end follows soon after, and the two of you lay beside each other in your bed for a long while, his hand running through your hair, his chocolate curls matted to his forehead from how sweaty he got during your… Activities.

“What if I don’t get into KLU or the Citadel?” you ask, chin resting on his chest, “Jacey, I’m scared.”

“Babe,” he murmurs, cupping your face in his hands, an earnest look in his eyes, “You’re hands down the smartest person I know. If anyone is going to get that CU early acceptance, it’s you. You’ve got this. Don’t you go doubting yourself now.”

You smile, pressing your lips to his, cuddling back up to him and falling asleep in his warm embrace.

Another two weeks go by without any college acceptance letter. It’s nearly the end of January now and you feel like you’re going insane. Why the hell haven’t they sent your letter? You say as much to Aemond, nuzzling up against him on the sofa as the two of you watch yet another scary movie.

“Kitten, my letter didn’t come in until well after the expected date, stop stressing, hm?” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Your personal statement was incredible, your grades and extracurriculars are fantastic. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

“Okay,” you mumble, heaving a sigh as you slouch down against the sofa.

You’re taken by surprise when Aemond grabs your wrists, pinning you down, his lips finding your neck immediately, hands deftly undoing your shorts.

And when you feel his fingers inside you, pumping in and out, at that fast-paced rhythm that he loves to torture you with, mouthing at your tits over the skimpy fabric of your tank top? Your Citadel University letter is long forgotten. All you can think about is how good those long fingers feel inside of you.

The day your letter finally comes, Aemond comes barging into your room. You let out a shriek and push Aegon away from you, who just had his face buried between your thighs, that fucking piercing of his moving against your clit in ways that you can only describe as sinful yet divine. Aemond just smirks at the two of you before walking over to you and handing you the letter with the Citadel’s insignia emblazoned across it.

You all but snatch it from his hands, ripping the envelope open so fast that Aemond is worried you’re going to give yourself a papercut. Aegon watches as your eyes flit across the letter, biting your bottom lip.

“Come on, baby doll,” he urges, “What does it say?”

You turn to your stepbrothers, a somber expression on your face before you break into a bright, ecstatic grin, “I got in! I’m going to Citadel U’!”

And the boys come up with a very interesting way of celebrating your college acceptance…

You’ve never felt so full in your entire life as you sink down on Aemond’s cock, feeling his hands guide you to move against him while Aegon presses against your backside, slathering a generous amount of lube on his cock before massaging some against your tight, puckered hole. You whine at the feeling of his fingers, replacing his mouth that was there only several minutes before, feeling overstimulated at the feeling of Aemond’s cock rutting up against you. And then, Aegon begins fucking you in tandem. Pressed between your two stepbrothers, Aemond’s lips on one side of your neck, Aegon’s on the other, you’re helpless to do anything but moan their names as you feel them pistoning their hips against yours, over and over.

“Feels so good fucking you raw,” Aegon groans in that low baritone of his against your ear, “Gods, you’re gonna look so pretty with our cum leaking out of all your pretty little holes.”

“Yes, she will, brother,” Aemond says, biting down on your neck, earning a mewl of his name from your lips as he feels your walls tighten around him, “Such a sweet little princess, aren’t you? Squeezing Daddy’s cock so tight… Fuck, I could live between your thighs.”

It isn’t long before Jace shows up and joins in on the fun, having his turn with you while the boys watch, amused, as he pushes your knees up to your chest, his balls slapping against your ass as he fucks you, holding your legs apart to hit you at the deepest possible angle.

“Such a pretty little fucktoy for us,” Jace says, his voice taking on a lustful tone, almost degrading you, in a way you’ve never heard before that drives you wild, “You gonna thank your daddies for fucking you so good, pretty girl?”

“Thank you, Daddy,” you whine as Jace spills himself inside of you.

After a moment of relatively comfortable silence while Jace lays atop you, Aegon and Aemond on either side of you, you point out, “I guess this is gonna have to stop when Jacey and I head off to college…”

“Oh, you didn’t hear?” Jace grins, pressing a kiss to your chest, “We’re getting an off-campus apartment together. The four of us. Halfway between the schools.”

“Don’t worry, baby doll,” Aegon winks.

“We’re nowhere near through with you, sweet girl,” Aemond purrs in your ear, as you feel him harden against your leg.

Gods, are you excited for college.

349 notes · View notes

freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 11 months

Text

Where am I?

[A/n: I have always loved the idea of getting thrown into a new and unknown world, and I had this idea when I was still a wattpad writer, sooo. Now you guys get to have it since I never finished the story 😅, also this takes place after the Mt.Natagumo mission]

Summary:While you were watching TV with your cat, you suddenly had a burning feeling in your chest.... It only got worse and worse

Type:Scenario: Uzui + His Wives X M!Reader

Version:Demon Slayer

You, Y/n L/n, were laying on your bed, practically asleep. You were zoning in and out of consciousness. Sudden, your cat started scratching at your door. Your cat was a gift from your grandma. She wasn't sure if she would be able to keep taking care of the cat since it was a kitten when she gave it to you. She told you that she had something to pass down to her granddaughter, but you're her grandson. Your grandmother felt bad for years, but one day, she saw the kitten her friend gave her and it crossed her mind that you've been looking for someone to hang out with and be able to watch your shows with them, the kitten wasn't a person, but it was still something that could sit with you for hours. So one day on your birthday she gave you the kitten. It was an amazing gift, and you come over to her house every week to show her the cat now. Tomorrow, you planned to go visit her. You were glad to have a grandmother like her. You groaned as you sat up. You were gonna walk to the door when a sudden pain striked you in the chest. You wheezed as you gripped your shirt. It started to become hot, unbearably hot. You took off your shirt as you gasped. Basically, clawing at your chest, you started to tumble. Falling to the ground, you used your free hand to grab your neck. Your shorts bunched up as you moved your knees closer to your chest. Trying to breathe, you let out a loud choked cough. Your parents and siblings were down stairs watching a movie, so they heard none of this, and if they did, they just thought it was your cat jumping around. Your vision started to go dark. You had purple and black spots popping up in your vision, preventing you from seeing properly. Your cat started to meow louder and clawing at the underside of the door, trying desperately to get someone's attention. You reach your hand out towards your cat, your eyes wide with tears forming at the edge of your eyes. Then it went black. You went lip, your arms dropping onto the ground with a quiet thud, your eyes rolled back into your head and your mouth agap. You were hopeless. Suddenly, you felt your self fall, the cold air making your shiver as a soft breath left your mouth. You felt water, a pond? Lake? River? You don't know. You just felt that harsh water slap against your back, hard enough to leave a mark. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't move, you could cry out for help. All you could do is sink to the bottom and hope someone finds you in time. Those chances are low, though. You were gonna die. You wouldn't be able to be your cat to see your grandmother. You'd never find that person you've been looking for all your life. You'd never say goodbye to your mother or your grandmother or anyone you love. Why did this have to happen....'What did I do..? To deserve this?' You let out one finally breath before your head hit the bottom. But the rest of your body didn't yet. Your legs were slowly falling, as well as your arms. Before your legs hit the bottom, you felt a large hand wrap around your ankle, and as soon as you hit the water, you pulled from it. Your arms drop to the side of your head. Your being held upside down, you other side had buckled as your hair sticks to your face.

"HI-"

You didn't hear what the person said, just the beginning. You're now on the ground getting CPR from someone. You can feel every time they push into your chest, you feel your rips break with every push. You also feel when they pinch your nose and tilt your head to breathe into your mouth, it wasn't something you expected to feel. Soon enough your gasping for air and couching out blood and water. 'Where's the blood coming from...?' You can hear now, better than before

"Hina.....butterfly......SUMA!.....you'll be......Shi!......"

Butterfly? Who's Hina? And Suma? At least the bed is comfortable. Your eyes start to flutter open. You're in a white room. As your senses start to come back, you can hear someone. They were yelling. Your vision is coming back. You slowly look over to see a yellow haired boy freaking out. 'He's directly next to me' I take a sharp breath in, trying to get out a few words.

"H..."

The nurse next to you looks over, I look up at her.

"Huh?"

She sounds sweet and a little angry, probably at the yellow haired boy, who is now quiet and also looking at me.

"H...Hina..?"

You grunted before letting out an aggressive coughing fit. The nurse gave you small water so you could speak better.

"There...what about now?"

You coughed one more time before looking at her.

"Hina...Suma..."

The girl looked confused, looking at the three smaller nurses they shrugged.

"Who is Hima and Suma?"

You looked away, looking over next to you as you hear footsteps, groaning you look back over.

"I...I heard their names"

The nurse nodded as the yellow haired boy started screaming again. Soon, the footsteps came to a halt, looking over at the doors you watch them open before three people stepped in, one had a box on her back, and then two boys, one on the others back, he had red hair and was severely injured. You and him made eye contact as he walked in. But it didn't last very long, for the fact you layed back and went back to pain. You're too much in pain to worry about anything right now. The nurse remembered your words. 'Hina and Suma..?' She was curious and waited for Lady Kocho to get back so she could report back. When Lady Kocho returned the nurse asked her about the names.

"Hina and Suma? Mm?"

Lady Kocho thought for a second before she remembered.

"Ah, those are two of Uzuis wives. I will inform him"

The nurse nodded as Lady Kocho started away. When she got to Uzuis home she knocked on the door.

"Yoo-Hoo! Uzui?"

A large man with white hair answered the door, he looked confused before his face lit up.

"May I come in?"

Uzui nodded and moved out of the way. Walking in Lady Kocho walked into the room where his wives and another was. She smiled at his wives and the man with bright hair.

"Sorry to intrude all of a sudden, but the boy had awaken"

The wives let out a small noise of shock and bliss, glad the boy is alright. While the man with bright hair looked confused.

"Boy?"

Lady Kocho nodded and said across from Suma as Uzui sat next to Hinatsuru. Lady Kocho smiled

"The boy Uzui and his wives brought in, he was found in the river after mysteriously falling in. Uzui and his wives saved the boy and brought him to me a few days ago."

Hinatsuru smiled, she was glad the boy was alright.

"Did he say anything?"

Lady Kocho looked at Hinatsuru.

"He said, 'Hina and Suma', he must have heard Uzui say your names before he passed out completely"

Hinatsuru and Suma looked at each other. Lady Kocho then went on to explain everything about the boys' injuries and how he's doing, and invited Uzui and his wives to come visit, as well as the bright haired man. The next day, Lady Kocho went and got Uzui, his wives, and the bright haired man to bring them to you. When they got to the butterfly, Mansion Lady Kocho said her greeting to the nurses before heading to your room. Once they got close enough they heard a loud voice.

"SHUT UP!"

When Lady kocho opened the door, they all seen you sitting on staring angerly at the yellow haired boy, who was shaking.

"All morning I've had to listen to you scream and cry, EVEN YESTERDAY YOU WOKE ME UP. JUST SHUT UP ALREADY"

The yellow haired boy slowly looked over at you.

"HUH?! WHO EVEN ARE YOU! ITS NOT LIKE YOUR THE ONE TAKING THIS HORID MEDICINE!"

You two didn't stop.

"YEAH YOUR RIGHT, BUT IM NOT OVER HERE SCREAMING AND CRYING OVER SOME DAMN MEDICINE NOW AM I?!"

The yellow haired boy started to cry as he yelled louder.

"WHO ARE YOU?! ARE YOU EVEN A DEMON SLAYER?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! AND WHY DIDNT YOU GO TRAINING WITH TANJIRO AND INOSUKE?!"

You huffed as you kicked your legs over the side of the bed, the six just watched.

"IM Y/N L/N, AND NO IM NOT A DEMON SLAYER, I DONT EVEN KNOW WERE I AM! AND WHO THE HELL IS TANJIRO AND INOSUKE!"

The yellow haired boy went quiet.

"Your not a demon slayer? Then why are you here?"

Uzui pushed past Lady Kocho.

"Because, me and my wives saved him."

The yellow hair boy looked up at Uzui. The h/c boy also looked up at him, this time with a tint of amazement in his eyes, before realization hit.

"Wives? You have more than one?!"

The boy looked shocked, staring up at the large man. Then a woman approached the h/c boy.

"Yep! And i'm Hinatsuru"

She gave you a heartwarming smile as she sat next to you.

"We were informed you said out names? Me and Suma."

Your looked at the three other women and froze.

"YOU HAVE FOUR WIVES?! AND A HUSBAND?!"

Uzuis face turned to one of shock, he looked behind him at Lady Kocho and thr bright haired man.

"Huh?! No! I have three wives, that woman is your nurse Shinobu Kocho, and the other is my friend, Rengoku Kyojuro. My wives are these fine women. Hinatsuru, Suma, and Makio. And I am Uzui Tengen"

You let out a small ah. Looking at everyone you turned back to the yellow haired boy.

"Then who's him?"

He looked slightly offended.

"My name is Zenitsu Agatsuma"

You hummed as Suma sat on the bed as well, on the other side of Hinatsuru.

"Boy, why did you call out for us?"

You looked at her, shocked, and she reminded you of your mother in a nice way.

"I-"

You look down and started fiddling with your hands.

"I was lost... your guys' names were the last ones I heard before blacking out, and....I didn't know anyone around me, I was scared, still am honestly..."

Suma and Hinatsuru gave you a gentle smile, Hinatsuru quickly pulled you into a hug. She was warm and....had a nice aura around her, one that reminded you of home. You smiled and hugged her back, letting a few tears fall from your face. Uzui smiled down at you three. Makio was feeling a little left out, so she walked over to you and also gave you a hug. Suma just gently rubbed your back. Shinobu gently smiled, a real smile at Uzuis love towards you. Rengoku gave a small chuckle, feeling a small pain in his chest from remembering his own mother. Once Uzuis wives finally let go of you, they said their goodbyes and left, Shinobu sayed back to update you on your ribs. Once she left, you felt Zenitsus threatening aura next to you. Looking over, you saw him have a dark look on his face. Shrugging, you lay back down, only for Zenitsu to pull you up by the collar of your shirt.

"WHY DO YOU GET TO BE TOUCHED BY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS?! DO YOU KNOW-"

You tried to push him off.

"GET OFF OF ME YOU PYCHO"

The doors open, both of you looking over. The red headed boy you seen early walked in, along with a guy in a boar mask.

"YOU TWO!"

The two looked at you and Zenitsu.

"GET THIS PSYCHO OFF OF ME!"

Back at Uzuis house, Hinatsuru and Suma had been quiet the whole walk back. Once they were all inside the two talked for a second before Uzui interrupted them.

"Hina, Suma, is everything alright? You were quiet the whole way here?"

The two looked up at him as Suma began to cry.

"T-That boy...."

Hinatsuru grabbed Sumas hand and looked up at Uzui.

"Once he's healed, we're taking him in."

Uzuis face lit up.

"To train him?"

Hinatsuru looked at Suma before looking back at Uzui.

"No."

Uzui looked confused before realizing. He didn't know how to respond. The two smiled at him before walking away.

"We're gonna prepare his room!"

Uzui quickly turned around and stared at them as they walked away. He wasn't gonna argue, but....he really didn't know what to do. And the next day Suma and Hinatsuru came to visit you, bring you bento lunch, and a flashy hairclip, and of course. Making Zenitsu jealous of you every. Single. Day. This continued everyday, sometimes Uzui and Makio would come along, and they'd bring you something. You didn't understand why, but they all gave you a sense of home. Even Zenitsu, he became your friend. You didn't talk a lot with Tanjiro and Inosuke. They were busy training, and even when Zenitsu started training with them, yku and him would still yell at each other. He... he became like a brother to you, especially after you got thrown out of your home, away from your family. It felt nice having people familiar to your family around. Once your ribs were fully healed, Hinatsuru was the only one that came. But, she had a pair of clothes for you. Once you got changed, you took your hand and led you somewhere. As you were walking, you pasted Rengoku and Shinobu, as well as a few other people you didn't recognize. Once you guys stopped, she smiled at you, giving you a second. There was a large house, Suma was standing at the doors, seemlying waiting for you two. Hinatsuru started to lead you inside. You looked around, enjoying the beautiful house. Soon enough, you reached a common room, and Uzui and Makio were sitting there. Smiling, you waved at the two. They waved back and flashed you a bright smile. Hinatsuru continued to lead you through the house, this time with Uzui and Makio following. You were getting a bit nervous now. Eventually, you stopped at a room. Hinatsuru smiled warmly at you before opening the door. You walked in and froze. It was a bedroom. You looked back at her, confused as she took your hands.

"I know this place is scary and unknown, and I couldn't help but feel bad for you, your a lovely young boy, one who doesn't deserve to be alone, especially not in a place like this"

Uzui placed a hand on your shoulder. You turned and looked up at him.

"Welcome home...Son"

Your face lit up as you looked between all of them, looking back at Hinatsuru and Suma, and all of them a few times. This was probably one of the few times you've ever been accepted like this. You couldn't help it. Hinatsuru hugged you, giving you a small kiss on your forehead.

"We'll let you settle in, then tomorrow we can go shopping to get you some clothes, and all that stuff."

You nodded into her shoulder.

[A/n:....this is way better than the version on wattpad(that was never published), this also took like 3 to 4 hours to finish. I did this in one sitting, guys. I really hope you enjoyed]

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x male reader #demon slayer #demon slayer uzui #demon slayer makio #demon slayer suma #demon slayer hinatsuru #kny x reader #kny x male reader #kny uzui #kny makio #kny suma #kny hinatsuru #kny shinobu #kny kyojuro #zenitsu agatsuma

241 notes · View notes

jamespotterismydaddy · 11 months

Text

On the Phone

modern!rhaenyra x reader smut

A/N: Just a quick little thought I had today about Rhae

TW: smut, rough sex, fucking while chatting on the phone💕

word count: 865 words

You knew you were in trouble as soon as she got home. She had lots of important work to do with partners at Targ. Corp today and you had the nerve to be a little fucking brat all day. You had been texting her incessantly, to the point where she had to turn off her phone and when she finally decided to turn it back on, she was shocked. There were slutty little photos of you in a new set that you had bought with her credit card. You were in for it now.

“On the fucking bed.” Her voice was calm and it sent a shiver up your spine. If you wanted attention so badly, you were going to get it. You quickly scramble onto the bed.

“I’m sorry-” You hardly get the words out before she is scolding you.

“I couldn’t focus the entire day because of your constant distractions.” She gets out the ‘toy box’ from under the bed, selecting a 9 in strap-on. “You’re in a lot of trouble, little girl.”

“Nooo!” You whine when you see the size of the strap-on, it's always so hard to take something that big. It hurts you but pain is pleasure and she knows it.

“Don’t make this worse. Get on all fours.”

You silently obey her, knowing that she doesn’t want to see you pout right now. She straps on the dildo and yanks at your hips so that you’re right against the edge of the bed. Her hand falls to your back, giving it a gentle rub before shoving it down so your chest is pressed to the sheets and your ass is in the air.

“I don’t think you understand how upset I am, baby. Sending me pictures like that in the middle of the day like a whore. What do you think would have happened if somebody saw such a thing, huh?” You say nothing and receive a stinging slap to your ass. “Answer me.”

“I-I don’t know.” You whimper and her fingers run along your new lacy panties.

“That's what I thought, stupid slut.” She grips your panties, tugging at them a bit so that they rub against your clit painfully.

“Ow…” You whine.

“Be quiet.” She commands as she tears your new panties off. You try not to cry, feeling upset that your new lingerie is ruined.

You expect her to prepare you, maybe eat your cunt a little but you’re surprised to feel the strap rubbing against your entrance.

“R-Rhae?” You mewl out like a little kitten.

“Hush now, you’re wet enough to take it.”

She slips the dildo in, sheathing it quickly and completely so that you have no chance to protest. Your hands grip the sheets and you let out a low moan as she starts thrusting into you roughly, forcing you to adjust to the thick stretch.

That's when her phone rings. Usually she would just let it ring but she picks it up. This doesn’t mean she stops, oh no, if anything she gets faster. You turn your head back to look at her and she just holds a finger to her lips, telling you to be quiet.

“Hey, Daemon.” She says into the phone as she fucks into you at a brutal speed. You bury your face into the sheets to try and muffle yourself. “Oh don’t worry about it, I can talk.”

You do your best to keep quiet but a little whimper slips from your lips. She yanks on your hair, pulling you up so that your back is flush against her chest.

“Just hold on a second, Daemon.” She puts the phone on mute before talking to you. “If you don’t keep that pretty mouth shut, you’re not cumming for a week.” She looks at you seriously and you nod.

Rhaenyra goes back to talking on the phone but keeps you upright as she thrusts into you so that she can hold one hand over your mouth. You go to touch your clit some more but she just smacks your hand away so that it's clear that it's not the time for that.

“Yeah, no problem. See you tomorrow.” She finishes off her convo and hangs up the phone, tossing it to the side.

“Good girl, baby.” She says as she grips your hips and thrusts into you with renewed vigour. She pushes you down gently so that you’re on all fours again. “Never pull a stunt like that again.”

“I… won’t.” You manage to whisper out as she finally reaches out in front to toy with your clit. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the pleasure building.

“You can cum now, baby. I know you need it.”

That is all it takes for your to go over the edge, the wave of euphoria washing over you as she relentlessly fucks you through your high.

“No… no more.” You whine as you feel over stimulated but she just smirks.

“Thought you wanted my attention, brat?” You pout a little at her words and she laughs but finally stops and pulls the thick dildo out of you. You slump on the bed. “Oh, don’t look so tired, baby. We aren’t finished yet.”

taglist (comment to be added): @valeskafics @girlwith-thepearlearring

#rhaenyra x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra smut #rhaenyra targaryen smut #rhaenyra x reader smut #hotd #hotd smut #modern!rhaenyra

189 notes · View notes

rachelsfav-queer · 8 days

Text

Nightshade girlfriends au?

I already talked about this through asks on @caitlynskitten so check out her blog, she’s got some amazing stuff too.

But, I’m thinking about the first time the girls all share a bed together. Wednesday and Enid insist on being in the middle of the snuggle pile, the other three girls don’t mind especially since they know their girlfriends have such a rough relationship with physical intimacy and affection. So they all cuddle up around the two.

Wednesday’s wearing a nightgown and is wrapped tightly around Enid, wearing a pair of boxers patterned with little, black kittens (she says they remind her of Wednesday!) and she insists that all of them hold hands while they sleep.

Yoko’s snuggled up behind Enid, spooning the blonde werewolf, and is wearing absolutely nothing, typically always opting to go nude when she goes to bed because as she claims, “clothes are too constricting to my sleep pattern” though her girlfriends know well that she just likes being naked, especially in front of them cause they always get super flustered, especially Wednesday who whenever she sees her girlfriends naked, acts like she’s never seen a naked woman before.

Divina and Bianca hold up the other side of the cuddle pile, with Bianca spooning Wednesday and Divina spooning Bianca. Both sirens opt for simple sleepwear, wearing cotton underwear that does them just fine.

The girls all settle into bed comfortably, finding their positions agreeable for all of them. Enid looks around at the other four and sniffles softly. They all notice, though, and Yoko responds by kissing right behind her ear and asking what’s wrong.

“Nothing,” Enid replies, “It’s just… I never thought I’d have something like this, you know? I didn’t think I’d be good enough for any of you, never mind all of you. I’m just… so happy… to be here.” Enid begins tearing up and her girlfriends’ eyes well up a bit too.

Wednesday speaks first, “Mi lobo… mi amor. I speak for us all when I say we are all blessed to call you ours. Never forget your place, Enid, is with us, settled warmly in our hearts.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, tiny terror,” Bianca chimes in, chuckling softly when she receives a light elbow for the nickname.

Enid sighs as she smiles brightly, taking in the love and compassion her girls offer to her so freely. It’s still so strange to her, love without expectations. Or in other words, love. It’s not something she’s known in life before now. And yet, she’s coming around to the feeling pretty easily. “I love you guys. I love you all so much. Thank you.”

“Of course, wolfie,” Divina says, “And thank you, for always being yourself. You brought us all together after all. You’re the reason we’re here.”

And with a ring of agreement from the other three girls, Enid can’t dispute it. So instead, she squeezes her lovers’ hands three times and closes her eyes in bliss. The others follow suit and soon, they all fall asleep, basking in the glow of deep and intense love that they all have for each other. Together, they will always be, one.

End <3

(Note: this was fun to write and distracted me from my almost panic attack this morning lol)

#nightshade girls #wednesday fanfic #wednesday series #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #bianca barclay #divina wednesday #poly relationship #polyam #fluff #my writing

18 notes · View notes

batllethinker · 1 year

Text

Earned it | y.bl + w.mf

Request: Yelena x Wanda top futa masc w x bottom y.

just straight up kinky shit lmao. with aftercare ofc <3

gunplay, knifeplay,prasing,objectify, pet play, biting, collars, dark wands, cock warming, cock prasing, a big ass cock, licking, dirty talk, and gagging and voice kink when it's the end she takes off the gag ig or just ignore the gag part lol.

but yea. :)

Warnings: gunplay, praise, pet play, biting, cock warming, dirty talk, voice kink, breeding, punishment

Wanda had always been clear with her expectations of Yelena when she came home from work.

The younger woman was to be on her knees, naked and ready to serve as soon as Wanda came home, most of the time the blonde could listen to her but today was not one of those days.

Instead Wanda had found her on their bed, desperately humping one of their pillows, completely oblivious to her master standing by the door.

Yelena’s motions had quickly been cut off by the muzzle of a gun pressing against her temple and Wandas’ frame pressing up against her back.

“Stay still, pet. I don't want to punish you further.” The younger woman could only whimper and slump down against Wanda.

“Daddy has some work to finish and you’re coming with me, it seems like I can't trust you anymore.” Yelena bit her lip and moved off of the bed on shaky legs before following Wanda out of their bedroom and into the older woman's home office.

Wanda easily unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down enough to free her cock before sitting down and motioning for Yelena to take her place.

Yelena hesitated slightly before sinking down on the others’ cock, whimpering at the intrusion, head falling forward to rest on Wanda’s shoulder as Wanda forced her down the rest of the inches.

“Daddy..it's too much, please!” Yelena whined, squirming on her daddys’ lap while the latter ignored her, only giving her a squeeze to her hips before turning her attention to her computer.

Yelena tried to stay still, she really did, but with the way Wanda was filling her up just right, she couldn't control the way her hips bucked against the brunette, or her breathy whines.

She knew she had fucked up when Wanda leaned back with a heavy sigh, eyes dropping to the space between Yelenas’ thighs where she was dripping down on Wanda, thighs glistening in the light sheen from the office lamp.

“You really are insatiable, aren't you?” The older womans’ voice had dropped down an octave, tone taking on a slight rasp as her hand came to collect some of the slick that had collected on Yelenas’ thigh. Moving her hand up to inspect her slick fingers under the office light.

“Just look at this, such a dirty whore” Yelena whimpered, glancing at Wandas’ fingers before burying her head in the brunette's shoulder, embarrassed by her bodys’ reaction.

“That is enough” Wanda wrapped her arms around Yelenas’ thighs before standing up and walking them to their bedroom, she placed a lingering kiss on Yelenas' neck before dropping her down on the bed.

Yelena watched with utmost interest as her daddy walked around the room, gathering all she would need. The blonde moved onto her knees, carefully reaching out to Wanda, who had moved to stand by the foot of the bed.

“Daddy?” Wanda smiled down at her, eyes scanning her flushed face for several moments before pushing the gag into her mouth.

“Maybe now you’ll learn to shut up” It wasn't long before Yelena was pushed down onto the bed, limbs stretched and restrained in a flurry of motions.

Wandas’ cock slapped against the younger woman's lower stomach as she leaned down, effectively pinning Yelena further. Her breath was heavy against the blondes neck, unable to ignore how painfully hard she was as she rolled her hips back so she could finally fuck her pet.

“Fuck, you're so tight, kitten” It was groaned out against Yelenas’ ear and made the younger woman whine in response, her masters voice when she was lost in pleasure always had an effect on her.

Wanda didn't give her any time to adjust before she set a punishing pace, not caring to give Yelena a chance to breathe.

“That's it, you're taking my cock so well, my good girl” Yelenas’ needy moans were muffled by the gag, but it was easy to discern the blondes’ keen moans.

Wanda groaned when the younger woman clenched around her, pace faltering in the slightest before picking up again, thighs slapping against the underside Yelenas’.

“God, baby, you're going to make me cum like this” Yelena hummed happily, well as best as she could when Wanda was fucking her like she was.

The older woman bit down on the junction of Yelenas’ neck to muffle some of her own sounds, making sure to leave a mark.

“Mmh, I'm going to breed you full of my cum, just imagine it, you’ll look so cute with my cum dripping out of you” Wanda could feel herself twitch at the mere idea, grinning when Yelena clenched around her and her moans grew louder.

With a final thrust, burying herself to the hilt inside of Yelena, Wanda came with a grunt, Yelenas’ own orgasm milking her dry.

The brunette took a deep breath before pulling back, eyes locking with Yelena, who was still recovering from her own orgasm.

“Stay here, daddy will be right back” The younger woman nodded, eyes following Wanda as she uncuffed her and left for the en suite bathroom.

Wanda was quick as she got the soothing lotion and a damp cloth, grinning at the sight of her girlfriend cuddled into the sheets, a content smile on her face as her face burrowed into her pillow.

The sokovian slowly soothed the red marks on Yelenas’ wrists and ankles before cleansing her up and placing a lingering kiss to her neck.

“You did so good for me, I'm so proud of you, moya lyubov’” Yelena hummed happily at that before pulling Wanda to lay on top of her, craving the pressure.

Notes:

Crossposted on ao3

#maxilova #wanda maximoff #yelena belova #wanda maximoff x yelena belova

114 notes · View notes

subskz · 2 years

Text

losing sleep - l.mh

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub minho, dom reader, pillow humping, voyeurism (?), slight degradation/humiliation, grinding, reader’s sex is unspecified, reader calls minho “kitten”

word count: 3.7k

A tiny grunt of surprise escaped you as you sank your head down, expecting it to land snugly on your waiting pillow, only for it to bounce against the mattress instead.

Your confusion instantly melted into annoyance when you blinked your eyes open and found Minho in the dim light, sitting on his side of the bed with your missing pillow in his hands. You sucked in a deep breath, already sensing the mischief behind the innocent way he blinked at you.

“Minho,” you began.

“Hm?”

You reached out half-heartedly to snatch it from him, too worn out to deal with his antics properly. “Give it back.”

“Mm...I want this one tonight,” he announced, pulling it to his bare chest. “Take it and I’ll yell at you in my sleep.”

As ridiculous as the threat sounded, it unfortunately wasn’t a baseless one. You’d spent far too many nights lying wide awake, cursing your cruel fate as Minho babbled half-consciously away.

Still, you didn’t budge, determined to get your pillow back so you could drift off like you’d been longing to since the morning. “It’s exactly the same as yours, you big baby,” you tried to reason.

“It’s not,” he insisted, pushing his lips into a pout so exaggerated that you knew whatever he planned to say next would be disgustingly adorable. “This one smells like you.”

You faltered. Like any cute thing Minho did, it was obvious that he was only trying to pander to you so he could have his way. Knowing that didn’t stop it from working every single time, however, and you felt your already weak resolve crumble.

With a sigh, you pulled your hand back, letting it flop defeatedly onto the bed. A smug, catlike grin made its way onto Minho’s face as he realized that he’d won, and despite your annoyance, you couldn’t help the affection that bubbled up inside you. “You should feel lucky,” he claimed, passing his own pillow to you. “You’ll fall asleep thinking of me this way.”

You rolled your eyes as you took it from him, hoping to mask the fondness in your voice. “Haunting me even in my dreams.”

“So mean,” Minho complained. “That was romantic, right? Praise me.”

“My heart’s fluttering.”

In truth, maybe it was fluttering a little, but Minho didn’t need to know that. He accepted your soulless compliment with a huff before placing your pillow on his side of the bed and settling down next to you. You were admittedly still confused as to why he’d made such a fuss about switching them, but at this point you’d learned not to question most things when it came to Minho.

You gave his pillow a few pats before resting your head on it. The soft scent of his shampoo immediately flooded your senses, and a small part of you wondered if he really had just wanted to trade for the endearing reason that he’d given. Even after all this time, it was near impossible to differentiate between Minho’s playfulness and his affection—they were practically one and the same.

Too exhausted to worry about whatever was going on in his head, you reached over to shut off the lamp on your nightstand. “Night, Lino,” you murmured.

He hummed softly in reply, getting comfortable in the sheets. To your surprise, he wasn’t latched on to you in a heartbeat the same way he was most nights—rolling into your personal space and throwing his leg over your body to trap you close to him. Instead, he curled up peacefully on his side of the mattress.

It was strange, but not strange enough for you to think much of it. Though you felt a bit wistful falling asleep without the weight of Minho’s thigh over you, judging by how spent you were, you figured you’d be drifting off soon enough anyway. You let out a content sigh as you pulled the covers over yourself and shut your eyes at last.

With Minho’s familiar scent surrounding you, it wasn’t long before you felt yourself being lulled to sleep. You nuzzled your face deeper into the pillow, and just as the last of your wakefulness began to melt away, you were interrupted by Minho suddenly shifting around beside you.

The sound of it snapped you back awake all at once, and you had to suppress a groan of frustration. One of his legs bumped against yours as he adjusted his position, flipping onto his side so that he was now facing your back. His squirming continued for several seconds, and you squeezed your eyes shut tighter in a futile attempt to ignore it.

You had a moment of peace once Minho finally seemed to settle down, only for it to be disturbed yet again when he called out your name quietly, as if to see if you were awake. You mumbled something in response, not even bothering to turn and see what he needed. He went silent after that, and you took it as a sign that whatever he had to say wasn’t important.

Thanks to Minho’s restlessness, you found it more difficult to doze off a second time. A minute passed, then another, then so many that you lost track. You tried to clear your mind, listening to the sound of his breathing with the hopes of it helping you relax. He wasn’t asleep yet—you could tell by how short his breaths were, and that was only confirmed when you felt a light poke in your side.

There was a pause, then he prodded you again, a bit harder this time.

Assuming that the boy was just trying to mess with you, you completely ignored his touches, stubbornly set on getting some much-needed sleep. When Minho noticed your lack of a response, he rolled back over onto his side, turned away from you again.

There was even more wriggling around after that, and you clenched your jaw irritably, making a mental note to give him a piece of your mind the next morning. Whatever he was doing, it began to make the bed creak, and pulling the covers over your head did little to mask the noise. Even if it had, the vibrations you felt through the mattress were equally as distracting.

Just as you were about to snap at Minho for doing what you could only assume to be running through his choreography at two in the morning, another call of your name made the words die in your throat. It was weaker this time, breathless and more desperate, and it was immediately followed by a soft, broken moan.

Realization dawned on you, making your heart leap in your chest.

You stayed very still, listening as closely as you could just to be sure that you weren’t imagining things. The tiniest whimper graced your ears soon after, and your lips curved into a smile as your surprise was replaced with delight.

Minho was getting off just inches away from you, and whether he thought you were awake or not, he was doing a terrible job at hiding it.

Spine tingling, you decided to speak up.

“Minho?”

He froze, all movements coming to an instant halt. It was silent for several heartbeats, with only his uneven pants filling the room, and you felt your anticipation rise with each one.

Finally, you heard him swallow hard, steeling himself to reply. “Hm?”

You nearly snorted at how casual his response was despite very obviously being caught. Sitting up in your spot, you peered at him through the darkness, barely making out his bundled up form. “What are you doing?”

Minho hesitated again, acutely aware of your gaze burning into his back. “Getting comfortable,” he offered weakly.

Your smile grew wider. Suddenly, any drowsiness you’d felt was long-gone, and you leaned over to click the lamp back on and get a better view of the boy. Only his head was visible underneath the pile of covers, but his burning ears were enough to confirm your suspicions.

“You’re uncomfortable?” you asked innocently.

Another pause. “No.”

You reached out to brush your fingers over the bright red tip of his ear, taking satisfaction in the way his breath hitched. “Mm...are you sure?” you checked. “Your face is all hot.”

Before Minho could muster up whatever excuse he had in mind, your hand drifted to the covers to slowly tug them down. He tensed up as you did, and your satisfaction increased tenfold as he was fully revealed to you.

You were used to Minho usually sleeping in nothing but his underwear, but the sight of his body now—skin flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly with his legs wrapped tightly around your pillow—set something off in you.

“So this is what Lino really wanted.” You shook your head in mock disappointment. “I should’ve known.”

He squirmed slightly under your stare, keeping his eyes averted. “It was an accident.”

“An accident?” you echoed. “You started grinding against my pillow by accident?”

Your words earned an unhappy whine from Minho, and you could’ve sworn you saw him press himself harder against the plushness in question.

“It smells like you,” he mumbled defensively, as if that were somehow an explanation. “And you were tired. Didn’t wanna...bother you.”

The pouty confession was oddly cute, but despite how it made your chest warm, you couldn’t pass up such a golden opportunity to tease Minho for it. “How sweet,” you cooed, running your fingers through his soft hair. “But did you really think all those pretty little noises you were making wouldn’t wake me up?”

Minho grew quiet at that, the embarrassment of the situation thoroughly setting in. He was typically so shameless, so difficult to faze, but getting caught doing something as desperate as humping against your pillow couldn’t be easily brushed off as a joke.

You took in his flustered state, relishing in every bit of it. “Since my baby’s so needy I guess it can’t be helped,” you sighed, untangling your fingers from his hair. “Go on.”

His eyes snapped up to meet yours. Though his gaze was intense, the glimmer of curiosity in them made him look utterly harmless as he searched your expression.

“Huh?”

“Keep going,” you ordered casually. “Lemme see my pretty kitty get off on my pillow.”

To your delight, Minho’s face flushed impossibly more. He struggled to regain his composure, throwing out the first taunt he could think of to try and gain the upper hand.

“Pervert.”

You lifted an eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth curved up when he saw that he was able to get a reaction out of you. “Who’s the pervert here?” you cocked your head, dragging your hand up his thigh and along the fabric of his boxer briefs. “I’m not the one leaking in my underwear, am I?”

Minho jerked as you slipped your hand between him and the pillow to feel him through the garment. Sure enough, a small amount of precum had begun to seep through, and he reflexively pushed his hips into your palm. “Ah...yes, touch me,” he breathed.

You pulled your hand away with a giggle, his response immediately proving your point. “Nope,” you sang. “Lino’s gonna make himself cum all on his own.”

You leaned back to sit comfortably on the mattress, unaffected by the glare Minho shot your way. Though every one of his instincts told him to challenge you, he couldn’t deny just how desperate he was to feel any kind of friction against his aching length. On top of that, being caught in such a vulnerable position had turned him on more than he’d like to admit, and he felt his cock twitch at the thought of you watching him get off.

Your hungry gaze didn’t waver, urging him to get started, and he hesitated for a moment longer before swallowing his pride and beginning to move.

“That’s it,” you purred, nodding in approval as Minho’s hips slowly pushed forward to press into the pillow. He shifted so that it rubbed against him just the right way, and an airy moan escaped him as he squeezed his thighs together.

Tentatively, he repeated the action, trying to keep his movements under control to avoid looking more pathetic than he already did. The tiny sparks of pleasure they created quickly made him eager for more, however, and it wasn’t long before he built up a steady pace, rocking into the softness of the pillow and making the bed creak just like before. The sound of it amused you, and Minho knew he was in for more teasing when you smirked down at him.

“Moving this fast already,” you commented, dragging a finger down his spine. “What’s got you so worked up, kitten?”

Minho’s reply came in the form of a low whine. He bucked forward especially hard, snaking his legs tighter around the pillow. You gave his lower back a pinch to encourage him to answer, and the squeak it elicited only made your amusement grow stronger.

Despite the way he scowled at you, Minho took the hint, not keen on having his skin nipped at again. “J-just—ngh—wanna feel good,” he got out through gritted teeth.

His eyes fluttered shut to fully concentrate on the feeling, giving you the chance to admire him freely. You drank in the way the muscles in his legs clenched and the veins in his hands protruded as he curled them in the sheets.

Minho’s speed gradually began to pick up, his thrusts becoming less and less controlled. The force of them caused the pillow to slip out of place, and he mewled in frustration as his rhythm was suddenly lost.

He continued squirming pitifully against it, trying not to lose the pressure that had been building up in his abdomen, and you made a noise of mock sympathy as you reached out to adjust the pillow for him.

“C’mon, Lino,” you drawled, a hint of scorn creeping into your voice. “I’m losing sleep over this. The least you can do is put on a good show for me.”

Minho opened his mouth to retort, but anything he planned to say was quickly interrupted by a light gasp as you snapped the waistband of his boxers mischievously against his skin. The action caused the head of his cock to peek out from under the elastic, and he groaned sinfully when it rubbed against the soft material of the pillow.

The new sensation made Minho’s bucking turn even more frantic. He released the sheets from his hold to grab onto your pillow instead, his delicate fingers digging into the plushness to keep it steady.

You trailed your own fingers up and down his hips as you observed him, marveling at how sensitive he was to your touch. Another frustrated noise slipped out of him, and you knew right away that he was becoming impatient, no longer satisfied with just your pillow. He blinked his big eyes open to meet yours, giving you a look that was more irresistible than he deserved. “Hah...more,” he demanded weakly. “T-touch me.”

You continued brushing the pads of your fingers along his soft skin, avoiding the area where he needed you most. “I am touching you,” You said simply, moving your hand from his waist to give his tummy a squeeze. Minho jumped at the unexpected feeling, and you suppressed another delighted giggle.

“Not enough,” he complained breathlessly. “Wanna c-cum already.”

With a click of your tongue, you pulled your hand away entirely. “Be a good boy and do it yourself. I’m too tired.”

Your tone was firm, but Minho still refused to let up, slowing down his movements so he could speak properly. “But I’m—ngh—’m pretty like this, right?” he managed to grin, a glimpse of his usual, cheeky self shining through. “You’re staring s-so much, I know you wanna play with me.”

Minho’s words admittedly caught you off guard, and it took all your willpower to keep your expression neutral as he pulled back from the pillow to show himself off. Your stare traveled down from his smug face, passing over his hardened nipples and soft stomach until it landed on the tip of his length. It stuck out just barely from under the waistband of his boxers, but even so you could still see that it was flushed and dripping with precum.

“Please?” His voice was sickeningly sweet, and for good measure, he rubbed his thighs against each other, effectively making the last of your resolve melt away.

He didn’t deserve it,—he rarely did—but as always, Minho knew exactly how to get it. You ran a hand down your face in defeat, sighing heavily.

“Spoiled,” you muttered. “So spoiled.”

His smirk widened triumphantly, and you cursed yourself for giving in to his act. The moment of cockiness didn’t last long, however, as you wasted no time before getting to work. Carefully, you slipped your hand under Minho’s thigh to unwrap it from around the pillow, making his shiver in anticipation. You nudged him in an attempt to turn him over on his back, and, too eager to worry about giving you any more trouble, he obeyed.

The loss of the pillow’s warmth was quickly replaced with the feeling of you straddling him, and Minho sucked in a sharp breath as you came to hover over his clothed length. You dipped your fingers under the waistband of his underwear, sliding it off with ease and revealing the rest of his cock to you. It jerked against his stomach as the air hit it, and an embarrassing whimper left his lips when you lowered yourself to press down against him.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?” you asked, dragging your crotch along his dick painfully slowly. “Is this what you were imagining when I caught you rutting into my pillow?”

Any signs of bravado Minho had shown just seconds ago disappeared as a long, shaky moan spilled out of him. The wetness of his precum seeped into your clothes almost immediately, and the feeling of his arousal only added to your own. “Such a dripping mess,” you murmured. “Your pretty little cock must’ve soiled everything.”

Minho didn’t know whether to protest or agree, the scorn in your voice filling him with an embarrassment that was strangely exhilarating. You continued moving at a languid pace, sliding from the base of his length to its head with each roll of your hips. The friction of your clothes grazing his bare skin created a delicious sensation, and Minho immediately longed for more. “S-so good,” he mewled. “Faster, faster, faster.”

You ignored his plea, maintaining the rhythm you’d set. “Don’t be greedy, Lino,” you scolded. “You’ll take what you can get.”

Minho huffed at that, and out of spite, he jerked his hips up suddenly. It was quickly followed by a yelp as you pushed them back down, pinning him to the bed and digging your fingers into his sides. “Stay put.”

“You’re mean,” he whined.

You loosened your grip on his waist to slide your hands over to his stomach, making his back arch. “You’re complaining too much for a needy kitten who can’t even cum without me doing all the work for you.”

The taunt made Minho’s face flare up in an instant. His mind was too hazy to think of a clever retort, and he let out a flustered noise instead, squeezing his eyes shut. Satisfied with his reaction, you decided to make the most of his current state. “Is this what happens every time Lino tries to get off by himself?” you faked a pout. “He gives up ‘cause I’m not there to help him?”

As if to answer your question, Minho went limp beneath you with a moan, practically melting into the mattress as you grinded against him with more vigor. Your movements began to have an effect on you as well, and you picked up the speed of your rocking even further, urged on by the heat building where your bodies met.

Minho released an especially filthy cry as you shifted forward to put extra pressure on his sensitive tip. His eyebrows knitted together, mouth falling open uselessly, and you admired the endearing way his front teeth peeked out from behind his lips as the pleasure overtook his senses.

“You love being pampered like this, hm?” you purred. “Just a helpless kitty who needs to be taken care of.”

“Hah...make me c-cum,” Minho babbled. “W-wanna cum...wanna feel good.” His sentence faded into a string of high-pitched mewls, hands pawing at the bedsheets.

You pressed yourself down harder against his cock, your grinding becoming more erratic. “More, more, more,” Minho keened, head lolling to the side. The sound of his honey voice filled the room, mixing with the rocking of the bed, and you couldn’t find it in you to try and quiet him down.

You took hold of his squirming hands, locking your fingers with his and holding them above his head. Using the position as leverage, you rubbed against the head of his cock with more control, smearing the precum around in a way that made Minho see stars.

Before you even had the chance to repeat the action, he let out a choked sob, his whole body tensing up. “G-good—ah!—cumming! ‘M cumming!”

He barely got the words out in time before he was spilling all over himself. His seed emptied in several spurts, shooting out to form a small, pearly pool on his stomach. You didn’t stop rolling your hips, milking Minho through his orgasm and taking in every sweet, airy moan he released.

Only when his noises faded into small, hushed whimpers did you finally halt your movements, leaving him blissed out and panting below you. You studied his face as he came down from his high, briefly noting how unfair it was that he looked so pretty even in his wrecked state.

Minho’s breathing gradually began to relax, and he blinked his eyes open to find you staring at him. His half-lidded gaze was still clouded, but you didn’t miss the cheeky glint that crossed it.

“Can you let me sleep now?” he grinned lazily up at you. “I’m exhausted.”

#skz smut #sub!skz #sub!minho #dom!reader #minho smut

893 notes · View notes