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toruslvt · 4 months

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Making satoru squirt and him making fem reader squirt. I'm dying for some switch content

mdni. mutual overstimulation, whiney Satoru my beloved. ( i had to pause writing at least 5 times to scream in my pillow ) please read the first two tags lmao

“b-baby, p-plea-se, I can’t, not anymore, a-ah!” Satoru sobs quite loudly to be honest, his eyes are glossy and filled with tears, the rim of them slightly reddened and matching the color of his bitten lips from endless hours of overstimulation. you’ve probably sucked the strength out of him through his dick, since his hands weakly push against your forehead in a failed attempt to keep you away from his throbbing length, “j-just pull it out, ah-a!”

“how many so far?” you giggle, pulling his cock out between your lips with a loud pop and getting in return a grateful sigh out of your boyfriend, one that doesn’t last long as your palm comes to rub circular motions on his tip, smearing the remaining cum all over the swollen flesh.

“d-dunno... ngh! haa, it’s too much!” he chokes on his own sobs, arching against the couch backrest so his heaving chest glistens with sweat under the living room lightbulb, his thighs squeeze your sides tightly, kicking and fighting the intense mixture of pain and pleasure running through his flustered pale body from the tip of his cock. you’ve never seen your boyfriend so worked up and overstimulated, all whiney —more than usual if you had to admit— but he looked absolutely cute begging for mercy.

“just one more, c’mon, and i’ll let you go” you smirk pressing your lips to the underside of his messy cock, feeling the veins throb under your tongue and palm warm up from where it continues to rub on his tip.

“n-no! stop please, feels weird!” Satoru begs, his body curving so he hovers over your body, so close to your face you’re able to watch his eyes open wide in shock, panting loudly and holding onto your hair for support barely seconds away from half screaming and shooting a translucent and diluted cum-like liquid in hard jets that landed on your face and the floor.

“wha—” you mutter back, staring in surprise at how your boyfriend’s body flops back against the couch, breathing heavily as if he just ran a marathon, “Satoru... did you just squirt? ” it comes out as a giggle, still dumbfounded from what just happened.

he doesn’t reply, and you’re a bit worried that he might have fainted, deciding to sit on his lap and observe his unfocused eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“Toru?” you softly slap his cheek, biting back a grin “are you dead?”

your boyfriend is a box of surprises, that’s for sure, but something that never failed to amaze you, even though you’re well aware of, is his incredible strength and stamina, yes, he might look all brain fried right now, but you should have expected for him to flip you over in the blink of an eye, pushing you underneath his body and spread on the couch with one leg over the backrest and the other bent so far it almost touched your ear.

“i told you to stop” Satoru growls, hands hooking under your thighs, positively bending you in half with his fattening cock dangerously close to your dripping cunt.

you laugh breathlessly, pushing the damp hair out of his eyes and slicking it back to watch how his bright blue eyes are now slightly darkened and almost disappearing around his blown out pupils, “please..., that was so fucking hot”

“we’ll see if you say the same after I make you squirt and beg” his voice is erratic, deeper and a bit dangerous, barely giving you time to process his words before he’s plunging deep into your pussy with a broken moan, he might act all dominant now, but the way his thighs shook and cock twitch told another story.

“don’t exaggerate! it wasn’t t-that ba-ah!” you get to mutter, cut by Satoru’s hard and precise thrusts inside your sopping wet cunt, moving in frenzy while choked out sobs came out of his mouth, drunk in the feeling of your tight hole squeezing him.

“so good, oh my fucking god!” your boyfriend moans, caging your body underneath his by pressing almost his whole weight on top of you, allowing only his hips to fuck into you with a loud wet sound from where his balls slam against your slick coated ass, barely rising before he’s back deep inside your walls, continuously slamming directly against your g-spot.

“S-satoru, i’m sorry alright, b-but please! slow down!” you cry out, begs falling on deaf ears as the man thrusts never falter, continuously driving you insane, and himself into the border of crying from fucking his overstimulated sensitive cock inside your pretty pussy.

“ah, ah! i’m gonna cum again” he sobs, ignoring your screams and nails digging on his back, and instead wrapping his arms around your thighs, bending you in half as he mounted you with whines and whimpers coming out of his lips, “uh, feels amazing, i’m going insane” is the last thing Satoru says before digging his teeth in your neck and cumming drily inside your pussy, the position causing his cock to bump and twitch directly against your g-spot and forcing your own orgasm out.

a loud beep rang in your ears at the same time your eyes clouded, unaware of the force of your own squirt gushing out and dropping from Satoru’s toned chest and flushed cock, you couldn’t hear a sound, but were certain you screamed quite loudly, only a couple of minutes after, once he knew you were a bit more lucid Satoru dared exhale a soft “payback” directly against your ear.

#i had to do research 🤓☝️ it was so fun #apparently a man can squ*rt w both stimulation in the tip and stimulation the prost*te mhm use this information like you wish to 😎#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk gojo smut #jjk gojo satoru #jjk gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #satoru gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #𐔌᭥ᩙ༉

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mvybanks · 1 year

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the one where you get your period - w/jj

request: Love your work! Could you please make a jj x reader please where she’s on her period, well she doesn’t know and she leaks on jj’s bed and is so embarrassed that she’s wake him up crying but he reassures her telling her it’s okay and rubs her stomach and helps her xx

a/n: was i waiting to get my period to write this? maybe… i kinda got carried away with the plot oops, hope you like it!

warnings: reader gets her period, mentions of period blood, reader is insecure, toxic ex

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sleeping in your boyfriend’s bed will always be your favorite thing in the world. the bedsheets smell like him and it doesn’t matter the position you two find yourselves in, he has to have an arm wrapped around you, as if he’s reminding himself that you’re here with him, safe and sound.

you’re currently lying on your back as jj’s arm is loosely thrown over your torso, his head is resting on the pillow next to yours while he sleeps peacefully on his stomach. although the moment seems calm, you get awoken by a sharp pain in the pit of your stomach. when you open your eyes, you realize that the cramps are getting worse, making you shift a little from the discomfort.

‘did i eat something bad last night?’ you ask yourself as the pain doesn’t stop. then, it hits you like a thousand bricks on the head: shark week.

that’s what your idiot of a boyfriend calls it. you roll your eyes and groan softly at the realization. your hand wraps gently around jj’s wrist and moves his arm away from you, so that you can get up and see what’s going on, but when you slightly shift, you see a dark red stain on the bedsheet.

shit. shit, shit, shit.

no way you just ruined your boyfriend’s white sheets. ‘this is so fucking embarrassing’ you think to yourself as your eyes begin to fill with tears. maybe it’s the hormones, or the pain in your stomach and lower back that won’t stop, or maybe it’s the fact that you’re so scared he’ll find you disgusting, but you start to actually cry at the sight of your blood on the soft cotton.

you can’t even change them without him noticing since he’s sleeping soundly on that same bed, and that makes you cry even harder, perhaps sniffling a little too loudly as a hiccup escapes from your lips. jj’s sleep is interrupted by the sound of your crying, a frown etches across his features as he looks at his weeping girlfriend.

he suddenly puts his weight on one elbow and reaches for your hand, “hey, baby. what’s going on?”

“i - i’m sorry, j. i d-din’t mean t-to,” your sobs interrupt your sentence and although he understood every word, he’s still confused.

“what are you talking about, baby? c’mere,” he tries to get closer to you but the look of horror on your face stops him, “alright, tell me what’s going on, you’re scaring me.”

you take a deep breath and stare at the blood stain, “i got blood on your sheets.”

to say his eyes widen at your words is an understatement, “what? are you hurt? why are you bleeding? what happen-“

“i got my period.”

jj sighs with relief immediately and his body relaxes, “you scared the hell out of me, baby. you got everything you need in the bathroom, right?”

you look at him dumbfounded. of course you have everything, he insisted on you bringing all the things you need to his apartment because you stay there more than you stay at your own house, and he loves the fact that you feel so at home with him that his bathroom basically looks like yours at this point.

but that’s not the point, right?

“j, i just told you i ruined your sheets,” you say pointing to the stain.

he shrugs, “so? they’re sheets, baby. i don’t care. c’mon, you go to the bathroom, i’ll change the bed and then we can go back to sleep, okay?”

he sits on his knees and leans to where you’re still sitting, confused and completely in awe for this man, then he kisses your forehead, before he gets off the bed and starts rummaging through a drawer.

once you’ve changed, you go back to his room only to find your favorite snacks on your bedside table and a fuzzy blanket on the bed. jj is lying with his back on the mattress and an arm behind his head when he hears you enter the room.

“c’mere, baby,” he whispers into the dark room, signaling for you to sit next to him.

you go to lie a little bit further from him but he only drags your body in order to lay you on his as you let out a squeal from the sudden movement. your head rests on his chest while his arms are tightly wrapped around you.

“that’s it. why aren’t you disgusted by the blood and everything?” you ask him, lifting your head to look at him.

he cocks an eyebrow in confusion, “would you want me to be disgusted? baby, it’s just blood. why are you acting so weird about this?”

you lay your head back on his chest but he stops you, “nuh-uh. c’mon, what’s wrong?”

“it’s just - my exes used to be repulsed. once, a guy yelled at me because i accidentally bleeded through my shorts and it stained his sheets. i mean, it wasn’t my fault my period decided to say hi a week earlier…still. i was scared of your reaction, and it’s not because of anything you’ve done, really.”

you avoid his eyes, embarrassed by your confession, but he takes your chin in his hand, “hey, look at me. i’d never get mad at you for something like that. it wasn’t your fault. god, if a guy can’t deal with that, he’s a jerk and an idiot. they’re accidents, it happens and it’s okay.”

you peck his lips and nuzzle your head in his neck, “thank you, j.”

“nothing to thank me for,” he kisses your head and gently smoothes your hair out of your face, “do you feel pain anywhere?”

you shrug, “i guess my lower back, why?”

he doesn’t answer your question and simply lets his warm hand travel down exactly where your cramps are killing you and slips it under your shirt, slowly massaging the spot. you hum happily in his neck and he chuckles lightly.

#jj maybank #obx #outer banks #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank fanfiction

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hysteria-things · 2 months

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based off of this

NSFW ALPHABET

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: some of these are inspired by the nate nation anons AND one will be a little teaser for bereal😌

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

gives you the princess treatment! he will specifically tell you to not get up from the bed. thirsty? he’ll grab you a water. hungry? he’ll grab you a snack.

afterwards, you are rewarded with the most amazing cuddles. he’ll lay on top of you and nuzzle into you softly.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

he LOVES when you scratch up and leave hickeys on his torso region, including his back. nate has no issue showing off your marks, even if it’s out in public.

if you’re the sturniolo’s little sister in this scenario, for their sanity and his safety, he’ll cover everything if you guys hang out with them.

in all honesty, he just adores your face. he’ll squish your cheeks every chance he gets, or cup your face every time you guys kiss. the way it contorts in pleasure when he’s fucking you sends him over the edge.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

on rare occasions will cum inside you, but that’s the last resort. oh my god, the way he will always paint your body with his cum.

when you suck his dick, he’ll spurt his cum all over your face. other times, he’ll pull out and either smear it on your ass, chest, or stomach.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

when you’re not around and he’s super horny, he’ll hump his pillow to get off because he doesn’t like touching himself if you’re not there. it’s pathetic how many pairs of the poor boy’s underwear got ruined.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

has maybe one or two bodies before you, but he doesn’t like to count them since they were hookups.

but he 100% knows what he’s doing. he will never disappoint with the way he fucks his girl.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

COWGIRL OR DOGGY. for cowgirl, he wants to see your facial expressions and your tits bouncing right in front of him.

when it comes to doggy, he ain’t stopping. let’s just say, you won’t be able to walk for days…

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

nate’s an extremely goofy person outside the bedroom, but when he’s going to town, he’s as serious as ever. you have a thing for the way he can change how he acts in such a short amount of time.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he got some hair, but tries to maintain it as much as he can. will NOT deal with the itching of it being bald. (he learned his lesson from the last time)

you, on the other hand, are cleanshaven. in the beginning of the relationship, he said he didn’t mind if you had hair or not. however, this was your decision and he’s perfectly fine with it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

will hold you like his life depends on it. face in the crook of your neck while he praises you for how good you take him and how well you’re doing.

like the first time you guys had sex (in his treehouse🥰), you were a virgin. was the gentlest with you and asked if you were okay every three minutes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

the only time it’s acceptable to jack off is if he’s on the phone with you. you will either 1. talk him through it or 2. discuss how your day went.

however, he will purposely edge and overstimulate himself to the point where his eyes start to water and his hand gets cramped. his dick will be swollen and red, leaking pre-cum as he pumps his fist rapidly up and down.

“p-please. please keep talking, baby.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

a sucker for dacryphilia and hair pulling. something about hearing you sob from pleasure makes him feral. like holy shit he’ll keep going until you beg him to stop and use your safe word.

pounding you from behind, he’ll grip your hair tight, and if you don’t listen to whatever demand he throws at you, he’ll pull it. hard.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

either his/your bed or oddly the floor. i don’t know, it seems like the floor can help him go deeper by how hard and stable it is.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he’s so sensitive that seeing you stand there has him bricked up to the fullest!

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

he DESPISES when you call yourself ugly. if you talk bad about yourself, he’ll fuck the daylights out of you until you say that you’re pretty.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving you the best head of your life is his number one priority. nate will eat you out nose deep until you cry, like always, and has no intent of stopping. you’ll cum so many times that you won’t be able to think straight and stars will take over your eyesight.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough. the only time he went slow and sensual is when he took your virginity. bro is the definition of pound town.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

if you guys are out shopping or at a party and he’s bored, he’ll drag you to the bathroom and fuck you fast against the door.

he needs at least something for entertainment.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

barely, but if you come up to him to ask to try something new, he’ll respect your wishes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can be exhausted and will STILL keep going. surprisingly, he’ll do four. nate just loves you and loves dicking you down so much that he doesn’t want it to end.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

to be honest, you guys aren’t a fan of that stuff. he would never admit this, but the thought of you using some toy instead of him will make him feel a little insecure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

likes to have his hands full and will grab your ass no matter what you’re doing. you get all flustered and it makes him tease you even more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

name a sound, and he’s doing it.

whimpering, moaning, groaning, grunting… literally everything. he’ll purposely do it in your ear because he knows that makes your legs shake.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

once, he was railing into you hard when his bereal notification went off. because he turns into a cocky son of a gun when in private, he grabbed his phone off the night stand, lifted your head up from the pillows, and put the camera in your face to take a picture of how fucked out you looked.

the reactions under his post were priceless.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

body wise, short king nate is BUFF and has abs. the magic in his pants is huge.

in his words, he calls it “the nate-a-tron 5000.”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

wants to fuck you every second on every surface all day.

doesn’t help when you’re bending over and he comes up behind you and grabs your hips, thrusting his clothed boner into your thighs.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

two words: out cold.

one time you for real thought he was dead.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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cheolhub · 2 years

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DUMB!FICATION! ⌇BTS REACTIONS ࿐

— PROMPT: bts members reaction to you going dumb during sex

— PAIRING: members x f!reader

— GENRE: smut. 18+ minors dni.

— WARNINGS: um.. dumb!fication! teasing, joon being kinda mean :,(, size kink <3 unprotected sex, soft!dom jin, mean!dom yoongi, slight exhibitionism, heavy degradation, edging (?), super soft!dom hobi <3 (im shocked), fingering, praise, jimin and tae r both feral, overstimulation, oral f!receiving, multiple cream🥧s, SOFT!DOM KOO <3

— A.NOTE: HI i know i’ve been AWOL, but im here & i come bearing gifts <3 happy october!! p.s. im not sure if this classifies as reactions but enjoy nonetheless (jk’s is so long hes been bias wrecking me im sorry) p.s.s. ive posted this 5 times so hopefully it shows up this time

KIM NAMJOON ࿐

you had been unnecessarily needy for namjoon’s attention throughout the entire day. you truly couldn’t help yourself with how big and handsome he looked even while doing the tiniest tasks. he’d had enough, though, when you decided to straddle him at the end of the day while he was reading his book. slightly irritated that he was now hard, he put you to work, claiming if you want something, you gotta do it yourself.

“needy fuckin’ girl,” he mutters, laying back against the plush pillows as his hands gripped tightly onto your waist. they guide you on grinding against his pelvis with his cock stirring up your insides. “baby wanted to be split open all day long and now she can’t even do it herself can she?” he pouts, feigning faux sympathy.

his condescending words go through one of your ears and straight out the other. “please, please, please!” you beg, hiccuping slightly as his cock rubs right against your g-spot.

“what are you beggin’ for, baby, hmm?” he asks, curiously. “you already have my cock stuffed in you, what more could you possibly want?”

you choke on your words as your mind numbs, “j-joon!”

“awww,” he coos, finally comprehending the situation. “pretty baby’s gone dumb just by sitting on my cock, yeah?” he says with a smirk, bucking his hips into you.

mindlessly, you nod with fervor crying out his name again with a mantra of pleads. “hah! ye-yeah, fuck! joon, please!”

he shakes his head, biting back a smile. he feels himself throbbing inside of you merely because of how sexy you look in this fucked out state. “tell me what you want, angel, i know you can do that for me,”

his voice is so deep that you swear you can feel it vibrating your entire body, yet you manage to find the words to tell him what you so desperately need. “w-wan’na cum,”

he smiles, humming softly, “so fuckin’ cute,” he mutters under his breath. “gonna make sure my baby cums, don’t you worry.”

KIM SEOKJIN ࿐

it’s an accident, truly. usually after work, seokjin is on his knees for you– eating you out, fucking you with three fingers, making you cum and gush all over his face. but today was different. today jin was frustrated and stressed and genuinely annoyed with how his day went. being the amazing girlfriend you are, you offered to please him today– to let him have his way with you. little did you know, he was a little more pent-up than you had assumed.

“princess, fuck,” he moans, fucking his hard cock into your cunt. “feels so good, you always feel so good around me.” he practically says through grit teeth.

he stands over your quivering body with a bruising clasp on your hips. his thrusts are quick, hard, and shallow; nonetheless, he’s hitting every spot he needs to. you’ve already cum twice, but you want to give it all to him with the day he’s had.

you feel dizzy, mind buzzing with infinite pleasure as he unravels the knot again and again.“hngh,” you moan, words garbled as you can’t seem to form any. “fuh– fuuuck!” you sob starting to feel overstimulated, hands gripping for life on his forearms.

his speed falters, snapping out of his state of frustration. “princess?” he questions, furrowing his brows in confusion.

you whine when he stops altogether, “jiiin!” you cry for him, back arching to get him to resume. “n-more, mph, need more!” you slur, incoherent noises slipping past your lips.

he must not have realized that he fucked you beyond limits and is starting to feel bad that he took his frustration out on you. he attempts to retract himself from your body, but you wrap your legs around him tightly, keeping him inside of you.

you muster all the words your spinning head will allow, “need your c-cock, jin, please,”

he looks into your pleading eyes and his guilt melts away. his speed picks up and is keen on the way you squeal, getting lost in the way he fucks you once more. you attempt to tell him to never stop, but the words die on your tongue and seokjin can’t help but smile at your dumb state.

“shhh, just take it, baby, i got you,” he whispers. “leave all the thinking to me.”

MIN YOONGI ࿐

you love yoongi, you do. truly! but it’s hard to provoke him with his undying patience and cool, cat-like demeanor that made him seem emotionless. it’s hard to get him to fuck you like an animal the way you so desperately need. that’s not to say it never happens. even though it’s hard to evoke a reaction, it’s not impossible. nights like tonight where you’re flirting with every moving thing in the bar. nights like tonight where you’re not wearing underwear and making sure yoongi knows. nights like tonight where you’re bent over the bar’s dirty bathroom sink with his hand laced into your hair as he's pounding into you just the way you hoped he would.

“look at you,” he grunts, pulling your hair roughly to look into the cloudy mirror. you look at your face, watery mascara streaks staining your face and your lipstick smudged all around your mouth. “fucking slut,” he scoffs.

you moan in agreement, his cock dragging against your sweet spot. replying to him is the last thing on your mind. with the way he’s fucking you, the only thing you can think about is his dick and getting off on his rough behavior.

“think it’s cute to throw yourself around? to look so fucking desperate?” he grits through his teeth as his thrusts punctuate every word. “you just wanted my attention, isn’t that right?”

you nod your head, hoping the high-pitched moans and your incessant movements answer his question because god knows you can’t say anything.

he chuckles breathily, “yeah? acting like a slut so i can fuck you like this?”

you clench around him tightly at his words and he takes that as his answer, snapping his hips into you with more vigor. you moan loudly, more tears running down your cheeks.

“all you had to do was ask, baby,” he mutters, feeling himself throb inside you at the sound of your pretty voice. even with the loud thumping of the music outside, he still basks in the lewd noises of your sloppy cunt and your cries. “no, but you’re too cockdrunk now to say thank you, huh?”

“th-thank yo– yoongi!” your apology is cut short by the scream of his name. his cock consistently ramming into your body’s most sensitive spot and you can’t hold back anymore. “cumming!” you cry.

he hums, stopping his movements and you cry out in protest again, “did i fuck you so stupid you forgot the rules? bad girls don’t get to cum, sweetheart.”

JUNG HOSEOK ࿐

it’s safe to say that every time you get sexual with hoseok, you go absolutely stupid forgetting everything except his name and the feeling of his mouth or hands or his perfect cock. today was no different, yet he’d come at you with a much different approach. his usual degradation and harsh movements were replaced with the sweetest praise and merciful touch.

“you’ve been such a good girl for me lately, doll,” he whispers into your ear, gently pressing soft pecks around the area which is a stark contrast to what his fingers were doing. he has you in between his legs and your back pressed to his chest with your legs wide open while he fucks three of his big fingers into your soaked cunt. “haven’t been too rough, have i?”

you shake your head, “no, no! love when you’re rough!” your words come out pleadingly. you feel so full just with his fingers that it’s almost mind-numbing.

he chuckles, the pad of his thumb moving to lazily rub circles into your clit simultaneously. you gasp, twitching in his arms and clamping around his fingers. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby,” he mumbles, starting to trail his pecks down your neck. “so pretty ‘n good… all f’me.”

the praise goes straight to your core and makes your brain go haywire. praise isn’t a foreign concept from hobi, it’s more that you weren’t expecting that.

“mph, y-yeah, hoseok, all yours,” you whine breathily, throwing your head back on his shoulder providing more access to your neck. you can’t help but let your brain turn to mush at his words and actions. mindlessly, you clamp around his fingers as you attempt to fuck his hand.

“yeah? you love being my cute lil fucktoy?” he questions gently before noticing the way your body starts withering under his touch. his breath tickles the skin on your neck making you hypersensitive. “gonna cum, baby?”

“hnggh, baby…” you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

hobi lets out a soft laugh, “don’t tell me you’ve already gone dumb on me, dollface.” he jokes, but it makes his cock twitch knowing that even the slight touch of his fingers has your brain going haywire. when you moan in reply, he simply hums, “that’s alright, pretty, just cum for me, yeah?”

PARK JIMIN ࿐

jimin is crazy about you. insane, if you will. he likes to show you that by shoving his head between your thighs and devouring you till you’re a puddle of mush all for him. he eats you out like he hasn’t eaten in weeks like you’re the last thing he’ll get a taste of. it’s mostly because he loves the way you taste, but he can’t deny how much he loves the way you babble dumbly for his cock in this state. it’s kind of sadistic, but you never complain. not even when you’re overstimulated and reduced to choked sobs and quivering limbs.

“minnie!” you cry, hands laced into his hair as you pull on his roots. he groans into your pussy, eliciting another high-pitched whine from you. “f-fuck, baby! i-i can’t!”

he’s been in between your legs for at least half an hour now, ripping orgasms from your poor body left and right and you both know that you’re close to tapping out mentally, but you know in your bones that’s what he wants that to happen.

“come on, angel, for me?” he moans, hands squeezing the flesh of your plush, trembling thighs. “please cum for me, tastes so fucking good,” he begs and you can’t resist his pleading voice or pretty moans…

so you do. you cum. hard. you cum with your back arched and both of your hands carded through his silky hair as you push him further into your wet core. you cum grinding against his face to ride out your orgasm as your body is wracked with sobs and gasps. you cum so hard you swear you’ve completely left earth, but jimin’s voice brings you back down.

“baby, shhh,” he shushes, hands rubbing your thighs gently in an attempt to stop them from shaking uncontrollably. “are you alright?”

you moan breathily at his question as you nod your head, your brain genuinely unable to provide a verbal answer for him. you make grabby hands at him and he knows exactly what it means having done this more times than he can count. he leans in pressing his lips to yours, swallowing all of your tiny whimpers and letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“wan’ your cock,” you mumble against his lips after a few minutes.

he smiles widely knowing he has you right where he wants you.

KIM TAEHYUNG ࿐

taehyung has a knack for fucking you until you can’t even remember your own name. he loves your tears, your pretty cries, your begs where he can’t tell what you’re asking for– he loves it all. but what he doesn’t realize is that he gets just as dumb as you. he rambles on and on about you and how much he loves your cunt while fucking his previous loads into you with his sensitive cock.

“taehyung!” you sob, your fingernails digging into his broad shoulders, sure to leave a mark. your drenched, your body covered with a sheen layer of sweat, tears slipping down your face, pussy overflowing with your mixed cum– but this is how taehyung likes it. he loves it messy.

“pussy’s so fuckin’ good– fuck! you’re such a good fuckin’ girl takin’ all of my cock,” he moans, eyes threatening to roll back as he’s overcome with intense pleasure. his cock fucks you open, cum seeping out of your worn pussy every time he pulls out.

you can’t stop the tears from falling down your face. you’ve lost track of how many times you cum around him, but you could care less. you feel so good even with how sensitive you are. he’s making you feel so fucking good, and hearing that you’re doing the same for him has your head spinning even more.

you clench around him and he whines your name out. “b-baby, how are you still so fuckin’ tight?” his voice wavers, and you clench around him again. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum again. gonna fill you up even more, pretty girl, you want that?”

when you don’t reply, taehyung’s thumb finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles into the swollen bud. you gasp loudly, “tae! shit, fuck, i-i-”

“i asked if my good girl wanted my cum?” he pants, giving you deeper thrusts, sensitive tip rubbing against your velvet walls making him shake.

“i do! i do!” you plead nearly choking on a sob as you feel the tight rope in the pit of your stomach snap, soaking him with your cum.

that’s all it takes for taehyung, going still once he’s pressed himself deep inside of you. he twitches once, twice and after the third time, you feel the warmth of his load filling you to the brim, dressing your used walls in your favorite shade of white.

“fuck, i love you,” he says before collapsing next to you.

JEON JUNGKOOK ࿐

jungkook hates to see you so sad. so dejected, unable to even look him in the eye. you don’t deserve that, you don’t deserve to feel so shitty. he knows work is hard for you some days and he knows you hate your boss and your pretentious coworkers, he just doesn’t know why you put up with it.

“baby, talk to me, please?” he pleads as you lay on the bed at the end of the night with your back facing him. “what happened, angel? did someone say something to you again?”

you shrug, mumbling out, “‘m just tired of thinkin’ about it, koo, can we just drop it and go to bed?”

jungkook sighs, placing a hand on your arm, shaking you gently to turn and look at him, “look at me,” he whispers and when you finally do with a pout on your face, he smiles. “there she is, my pretty girl.”

a blush creeps up your neck and face and your stomach churns at his soft words. “koo, stop…”

“i wanna help you, Y/N,” he whispers, leaning into you. “lemme help you forget today, yeah? wanna make you feel so good that you forget, can i do that?”

you want to cry, nodding your head and taking a deep breath.

he kisses you gently, taking his time with you before letting his pace pick up. soon you find yourself aching underneath him, thighs sticking together with your arousal and head whirling with need.

as he pushes himself inside of you, rocking in and out of you, you feel all your worries leave your body. tears sting your eyes before you ultimately decide to close them and turn off your brain to bask in the pleasure your sweet boyfriend is giving you.

you moan his name out softly and he groans back, “such a pretty little thing,” he mumbles, pushing his head in the crook of your neck. he places wet kisses on the sensitive skin.

“koo… fuck…” you whimper, eyes rolling back as he’s fucking you as deep as he can go. “f-fuck, feels… feels s-so… good,” you all but slur, taking the near incoherency of your words as a sign to shut up before you begin to babble nonsense.

“don’t know why you work so hard, gorgeous,” he whispers into your ear, continuing to fuck you nice and deep. “wanna take care of you forever, don’t wanna see you sad like this,” his voice wavers with his words when you clamp tightly around him at the mention of ‘forever.’

he smiles against your neck, leaving a feathery kiss before reminding you, “you don’t have to think about them anymore, angel, ‘m here, alright? gonna make you feel so fucking good n’ have you cum till you don’t remember those assholes.”

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Barefoot and Pregnant

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Shy!Pregnant!Wife!reader

summary: Henry and his cockdrunk wife go through an emotional love-making experience, after being pressured by her friends to give her husband a ‘hall pass’ because of her growing body (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)

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“Baby bun? Why are you cryin’? Is there somethin’ wrong with our miracle?” Henry rushed placing both of his hands onto his precious wife’s four month bump: he had come home to see her sobbing her eyes out into her pregnancy pillow. “I-I have your b-birthday present, h-here” She cried handing him a crumpled piece of paper, “A fuckin hall pass? The fahk do I need this for?”

- A few hours ago -

“So Y/n, I know your man’s birthday is coming up soon, what are ya getting him?” Chloe smirked putting down her beer, she wasn’t really someone Y/n would hangout with, but considering she was friends with Stephanie it was kind of obligatory. Y/n shuffled uncomfortably as all eyes panned to her, this brunch with her girls had taken a weird turn, with them questioning her sex life and very clearly overstepping private boundaries. Y/n on the other hand was adamant that she would spill nothing, ultimately leading to the other women becoming increasingly annoyed.

“U-Uh I was t-thinkin’ of givin’ him the s-sweater I made him, a-and cookin’ him a m-meal” She whispered, pouting when she heard the others giggling and scoffing at her gift idea, her hand falling to her baby bump for comfort. Her little gemstone always had her back. Henry always loved her knitted goods, in fact most of his jumpers were ones she had made, and he never left home without a packed lunch from his woman.

“Girl, just cause you’re preggers doesn’t mean you can’t spoil him! Get him somethin’ better than some lousy knitted shit” Jenny giggled nudging Chloe playfully; Y/n’s hands now started to tremble, she had finally gotten used to nothing but praise thanks to Henry, but now that she was back in this toxic environment she could feel her anxiety start to swirl at the pit of her stomach. She wanted her Henry, and she wanted him now.

“B-but he usually likes m-my meals and h-he asked for a j-jumper” She whispered pursing her lips and clasping her hands together over her stomach, the lemonade she ordered now tasting like absolute poison on her tongue. “Why don’t you get him like a subscription to beer or somethin-“

“OR A HALL PASS? Omg a hall pass would be so good, because you’re obviously pregnant you should give him one, poor guy will need it” Chloe snickered interrupting Stephanie, “A-a hall pass? Whats t-that?” Y/n questioned tilting her head to the side like an adorable puppy, her hand softly rubbing over her stomach, her little miracle’s kicks following her hands every move.

“Basically girl, now that you’re pregnant, every man finds it harder to fuck his wife; let’s be honest it’s a very natural thing. A hall pass is like giving him a ‘get out of jail card’ like letting him fuck someone else for a night or something” She explained placing another chip into her mouth, as if she wasn’t just excusing cheating on Y/n. “B-But I don’t want him t-to” The smaller woman sniffled feeling tears already start to collect in her eyes, did Henry really find her unattractive now that her body was changing?

“I mean come on, are you really going to give him a lousy sweater? Here if it makes you uncomfortable for him to fuck someone else, I’m single!” Chloe joked motioning her hands to pretend she was sucking someone off, the rest of the girls giggling along with her, except for Stephanie who was disgusted by the whole exchange. If anything she was the only friend Y/n really enjoyed hanging out with, and the only friend Henry trusted her with.

“You guys need to knock it off and stop being disgusting shits, come on Y/n Henry texted me to get your somethin’ from the pharmacy” Stephanie grunted pulling Y/n up from her seat, scowling when Chloe tucked in a napkin into Y/n’s purse that said “Hall pass” followed by her own phone number. A poor sniffling Y/n, felt her own emotions starting to shuffle all over the place, her hormones truly had her. With her hand tightly clasped in Stephanie’s the both of them got into her car, when she finally let out a massive sob, wrecking through her smaller body; Stephanie reaching over giving her hugs and whispers to calm her down.

“I-I D-Do you t-think h-he should get a H-hall pass?” Y/n questioned wiping her eyes and nose onto a hankie, her hands smoothing over her stomach, her baby must have realised she was upset; the little thing was wriggling around like crazy almost as if it was trying to provide its momma comfort. “I mean I was gonna suggest beer or a razor, Chloe is just a bitch and insanely jealous because you two are an absolute power couple. Plus it’s not exactly a secret how much Henry is in love with ya” Stephanie smiled booping her on the nose, sighing in relief at the sight of a smile on Y/n’s face.

“B-but maybe he does find me u-ugly now, h-he even offered to shave me down there” She pouted looking down, “Girl he did it because he wanted you to feel more comfortable, you’ve always been the trim typa woman”

“I guess so, s-so what do we need at the pharmacy?”

“Nothin’ I jus’ wanted outta there, Ya sure you’ll be alright girl?”

“Y-yeah H-hen gets home soon a-anyway” After seeing Stephanie go off, Y/n bolted for the bedroom, even after all the comforting words from her friend; she still couldn’t help but feel unwanted and ugly. Would Henry find her pretty again if she let him fuck Chloe? Fuck, just the thought of it haunted Y/n’s thoughts, her man had always told her that he was only for her, and that she was only for him. There is no Chloe in the equation.

- Back To Present -

“A fuckin hall pass? The fahk do I need this for?”

Henry growled holding the napkin and seeing some random number beside it. “I-I” Y/n couldn’t even get words out without sobs shaking her whole body, leading Henry to pull her onto his lap as he sat against the headboard, one hand cupping her face gently while the other cupped his baby miracle. “Calm down sweetpea, tell daddy what happened to your n’ our miracle today”

“W-well we all went t-to that cafe b-by the s-square” She stopped, crying again

“S’okay sugar pie, breathe with me, m’right here and m’not lettin’ ya go” He whispered kissing her cheek softly, the hand one her stomach sneaking around and grabbing a cheek full of ass, making her squeak and gasp. “C-Chloe said t-that because i-i’m pregnant, you wouldn’t find-find me pretty a-anymore, a-and that I should l-let ya b-be with her for a-a night” She explained nuzzling into his palm, his thumb running over her cheek affectionately.

“Are ya fuckin’ crazy, you are the g’damn sexiest thing on this planet sweetpea, my sweet gorgeous wife. You’re takin’ care of our little baby in there, how could ya not be more beautiful? Ya shoulda jus told them we still fuck every night like rabbits-“

“Stoppp, s’embarrassing, b-but then why’d you offer t-to help me shave?”

“Cause baby bun, I know you’re not a grower, n’ I had an idea for ya”

“o-oh I see” She said now realising that her thoughts were jus messin’ with her, “I get so worried cus a forget how fast ya mind is runnin’, ya gotta keep me in the loop sugar, cause you’re mine” He explained leaning in and kissing her wet lips, his hands grasping her waist, kneading her skin.

“I-I know, m’sorry, she j-jus really freaked m-me out. C-cause you’re m-mine and I don’t w-want ya l-lookin’ at anyone else” She explained, Henry smirking at her shy nature, the way she shuffled closer ok his lap, her arms clasping around his neck. “Now ya understand how I get baby, we just need each other n’ no one else” He said lowly, his lips pulled up into an almost eerie smile, as he then stood up from the bed and walked them both towards the bathroom.

Nodding at his words she giggled at the cold feeling of the bathroom counter underneath her thighs, just letting her wild man of a husband rip off her underwear, his electric trimmer already laid out on the side. “W-what was your i-idea?” Her hips bucked as his fingers rubbed her clit slightly before turning on the trimmer, if her stomach wasn’t already huge she would have looked herself. “You’ll see baby bun, jus ta remind ya, of me” He laughed skilfully moving the trimmer around, with Y/n giggling every time he leant forward and kissed her inner thighs or her stomach, he just could not keep his hands off her.

“W-will you help me, r-rinse off after?” With her lips puckered out waiting for a kiss, Henry stood up, letting her suck on his tongue for a few seconds before pulling away teasingly: he had already planned on rinsing her off himself anyway. Lifting her onto the shower bench, he rinsed off her freshly shaven pussy, clearly proud at the thing he had engraved onto her nestle of curls. The letter ‘H’

“What ya think baby, are ya mine or what?” He sang snapping a picture of her pussy and showing it to her, it wasn’t unusual that during sex he would simply take pictures of him leaking out of her, or the faces she would make whenever he was cumming right inside her warm centre. “ I-I love it, m’all yours” She giggled watching him pat her dry with his towel, following him as he led her back into their bedroom, softly setting her on top of the array of cushions and blankets.

“Who made this blanket baby?” He said holding up a woollen baby blue blanket, “M-me” She whispered watching him pull up her dress over her body, leaving her body naked in front of him, his precious masterpiece. “Mhm ya made it for us, n’ our little gemstone, our little family. No one else” He grumbled kissing up her stomach, smiling every time his baby kicked up at him, he couldn’t wait to find out the gender in a weeks time.

“Our little family” She whispered, trying to hold back a smile as Henry peppered hundreds of kisses up her body, his hands grasping at her growing tits, kissing at her nipples and watching them harden. Every night Henry would treat her to a nice breast massage, claiming it would help the milk come in faster, now was that true? Y/n didn’t know but any excuse to have him touch her was a welcomed one. Frankly Henry didn’t know either.

“I’m not gonna fuck you tonight sugar pie, m’ gonna make love to my gorgeous pregnant wife, who is the most amazin’ woman av’ ever seen” He whispered directly into her ear, kissing the shell of it as he felt her hands splayed out on his chest. “R-really?”

“Mhm going to take it nice n’ slow, love on every single parta you, n’ show ya jus’ how much ya mean to me” Looking into her widened doe eyes, he gave her an eskimo kiss, then let their lips meet in a slow, long passionate kiss. Their lips simply feeling each other, their tongues gently massaging each other as she whimpered against him. “Love you so much, my baby bun, all obedient n’ beautiful; my wife, mother of my baby”

“I-I love you too, can’ wait to m-meet our little m-miracle” She hiccuped pushing forward for their lips to meet again, whining when Henry pulled away and turned her body so he could spoon her, placing a soft pillow underneath her bump to make sure she was comfortable. “Ya comfy momma?” “Mhm, miss holdin’ y-you though” She whispered, gasping when she felt Henry’s hand intertwined with hers, his head settled into the crook of her neck; his warm breath fanning her neck to make sure she knew he was with her. He was staying.

He whispered that he was momentarily going to let go of her hand to prepare her for him, his hands lifting her leg up slightly, to allow his hand to venture in massage her slick set of lips gently; her soft gasps and whimpers causing her to nuzzle back into his chest. His athletic shorts were easily shrugged off, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, his cock already slipping itself through her folds. Y/n whined opening and closing her hand, clearly wanting to hold his again, smiling in relief as he held onto hers tightly.

Both of them breathing out as she took him inch by inch, bottoming out inside her as his balls rested against her ass, with Y/n holding Henry’s hand close to her chest; kissing his knuckles every so often. “Love this pretty pussy a’ yours, always so welcoming n’ warm, all for your husband isn’t it?”

“A-all for you, m-my husband” She whispered softly bucking her hips to let him know he could start going, and within seconds his hips started rolling against hers, slowly and deeply reaching every inch inside of her; dare I say he even poked her womb a few times with how deep he was going. Taking his hand he reached under his pillow and retrieved his phone, angling it in front of Y/n as he kissed her neck sloppily, taking a photo of her eyes rolled to the back of her head; her mouth agape and drooling onto Henry’s arm under her head.

“My pretty girl, you’re doin’ so well for me, so prouda ya” He whispered dropping his phone, his hand landing onto her tits, grasping both of them in the middle of her chest, rubbing both nipples in a circular direction; his cock stuffed into her velvety walls, his rhythm staying the same. “F-feel you so deep, t-too good” She breathed out cupping her stomach which was now bouncing along with his thrusts, which caught Henry’s eyes as he then cupped the bottom of her stomach. That photo was definitely going to be his phone wallpaper

“Who knocked you up? Who got you this full n’ swollen?”

“Y-you did daddy, f-fuck, feel so full” She moaned, his hands rubbing up and down her stomach lovingly, the fact that she was holding his baby just made her that more irresistible to him; she was taking care of the perfect mix of them both, their baby miracle. “You dare call yourself ugly, you wouldn’t call our baby ugly would ya? So why would call its home ugly? You’re protectin’ them with this beautiful haven inside ya baby, you’re amazin’” He whispered, his hands flowing down to her pussy, feeling the pattern of the H, his fingers found her precious little clit, rubbing the sensitive button until he felt her clench around his length. “These beautiful tits are gonna feed and nourish our baby, n’ maybe me sometimes, how can you say they’re not sexy as fuck; how you’re able to do all these things naturally, as my woman” He joked nipping her shoulder, feeling her giggle and her hole clench at the idea of her own husband sucking on her hardened nipples.

“Can feel you gettin’ close honey” He whispered watching her face turn to the side, her hand reaching around to his head, her lips pushing his into an open mouthed tongue kiss; his thumb lovingly wiping her drool covered chin, his thrusts not letting down. “b-baby, beautiful, f-family” She said clearly cockdrunk, muttering out words that she had heard from her husband, “Yeah baby that’s right, now do ya think ya can let go for daddy?” He cooed letting her nuzzle her head back into her cushion, his smile softening at her smile and at the way her hand instantly reached to hold his.

“Am’ gonna cum H-Hen”

“S’okay sugar babe, m’ gonna cum too, together okay?”

Henry picked up the pace just for her, her whines and whimpers getting louder until finally he felt her creamy onto his cock, his own juices spurting inside her; causing her to breathe out happily at the warm stuffy feeling inside of her. “I love you, don’t ever fuckin’ doubt that, you have a nasty thought in your pretty head? You tell me n’ i’ll sort it out” He growled kissing her cheek as he turned her to lay on her back, with him propped up on his elbow as he traced over her stomach. “What are ya t-tracin’?”

“Hearts, so our mini baby bun knows what love looks like” He chuckled finishin’ his tracin’ looking up to his wife’s eyes, with her getting all giddy and smiley at his confession. “I-I already love ‘em so much, g-gon dress them so p-pretty. N’ w-we can play i-in the fields w-with them” She giggled playing with his fingers which were on her chest, the post sex haze doing nothing but accentuating their love for each other. “Pretty like their gorgeous momma” Henry whispered pecking her lips once more before he remembered something.

“Now how about I show ya somethin’, ya don’t havta walk, ill carry ya” He whispered as she nodded, the both of them trodding to the end of the long hallway towards his work room, her eyes widening at the site of two wooden bassinets sitting at the corner of the room. “Y-you made this for mini bun?! B-but why two?” She wondered looking up at his deep blue eyes, “m’ preparin’ for the next one bunny”

“t-two babies” She giggled whispering to herself at the idea of her big gruff husband handling two tiny tots at once, watching him dote on them like the protective man he was. “Mhm m’ gonna keep ya barefoot n’ pregnant, like ya this way baby bun, all swollen an’ big for me” He gruffed nuzzling his rough bearded cheek against her soft one, “Told ya, you don’t need those stupid friends a’ yours when you’ve got me sugar, m’all ya need and our mini bun right ‘ere”

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joeydoeeyes · 21 days

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ J's Lullaby 🧸 ༊*·˚

Bf!Joe x reader

When you can't sleep, Joe is always there to come to your aid ꒰🛏꒱ wc; 1.1k

Warnings: None

You truly felt that you were beginning to go insane, laying between your white bedsheets. The hours had slowly slipped away from you, and you were still wide awake. One in the morning, two in the morning, three in the morning, four in the morning… the clock now reading 5:38 in the morning. Joe was going to be up in a few hours, and you were still here tossing and turning.

At times like these, you never failed to feel envious of Joe. The sound that his head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep, peacefully dozing like he didn’t have a care in the world. You could hear him snoring gently next to you, and while part of you was glad that at least someone was sleeping, part of your exhausted brain wanted to turn around and punch him in the face, it felt so unfair that he got to sleep when you felt so miserable.

The sound of bird song and the world slowly beginning to wake up began to fill the bedroom through the open window that was blowing the morning breeze in. Drivers making their first deliveries of the day, the early birds making the morning commute, buses passing on the street outside, but it only made you feel worse about being awake.

Everything was driving you up the wall, you felt like just tearing your hair out. You slumped back down against the bed, turning to face away from Joe this time, instead facing the white wall with the framed photo of you and Joe at his parents last Christmas, both of you very tipsy. No amount of holding it in could stop the lump you were beginning to feel forming in your throat, a physical manifestation of your frustration and anger at the world, at your brain, and yourself.

Before you could stop yourself, you felt the salty tears welling in your eyes and beginning to trail down your cheeks. You felt defeated and pathetic, wiping your eyes against your sleeves, soaking through the grey sleeves of the jumper than you’d stolen off Joe, turning the light grey dark. What you were even crying about, you didn’t know, if it was out of frustration, sleep deprivation, if you were angry, sad, mad, you couldn’t place your finger on a reason so your fingers wiped your tears instead.

You desperately tried to stop yourself from sobbing, but it was no use. Still in the middle of your tears, that was when you felt Joe’s big arms wrapping around your waist, beginning to pull you into him. You managed to turn over in bed to face him, so your chest was to his chest. He was wearing his white tank top, so his bare arms were against you. He had clearly just woken up, and he rubbed his eyes to adjust to being awake. “What’s wrong, my angel?” He asks, his voice low and rumbly in his chest.

As much as you tried, you couldn’t find an answer for him, instead just burying your head into his soft chest, clinging onto him like a lifebuoy in a storm, feeling his warmth radiating against you, his scent surrounding you. Joe let out a gentle ‘aww’ sound under his breath, as he tightened his arms around you, stroking your hair gently like he was petting a cat.

“Oh… oh, my darling,” Joe cooed to you gently, his hand continuing to stroke your hair as his other hand moved to rub your back soothingly. “Shush… shush… it’s alright,” He whispers softly. “I’m here,” He whispers, the sound of his shushing reverberating from his chest, relaxing you instantly, listening to the deep vibration of his voice as you were pressed so closely against him.

“I’ve got you. I’m here now… it’s okay, my love, I’m here. Not gonna let my baby go,” Joe assures you again, kissing your forehead delicately as he encases you within his arms, until you can’t see, hear, or think about anything other than him, him, him. Those deep, kind brown eyes look into yours with his expression soft and full of fondness for you, a face you think you could look at forever and die happy.

“I-I… I… I just can’t fucking-,” You begin to stutter out, unable to find your words to express your frustration, before he shushes you again, wrapping the covers and blankets around you like he was swaddling a baby. “I know, baby. I know. You can’t sleep. You don’t need to tell me, I know,” Joe assured you.

He knows. Joe always fucking knows.

Admittedly, this wasn’t the first time that Joe had woken up to you being wide awake, and frustrated with yourself that you couldn’t sleep. He kissed your forehead again, as your head moved closer to the left side of his chest, and you could feel his heartbeat through his white tank top. The rhythmic sound soothed your tired head, giving you a constant sound to listen to, to focus on rather than your rapid thoughts, and you shut your eyes to zero in on it.

“There we go, love. That’s it. You can just focus on the sound of my heartbeat, yeah? Just focus on that sound, and fall asleep for me. I’m not going to let you go, my darling,” Joe whispers gently, as he cradles you in his arms like he was rocking a baby back to sleep.

You’ve finally found the most comfort that you’ve found all night, allowing every other thought to drip out of your mind, until all you can focus on is him. The feeling of his soft bare chest against you, the soft fabric of his tank top, the feeling of his stubble against your skin as he rests his chin on your forehead, the sound of his heartbeat, the warmth of his skin, the feeling of his stomach moving up and down under you, the soft sound of his breathing.

Finally, you could feel that you were beginning to fall asleep, all the noise in your brain finally beginning to fade out into nothing. Joe looks down at you with a soft expression, seeing that you were finally drifting off for him. He took pride in that, whenever he could take care of you, in any way he could, especially when he saw you so peaceful in his arms. He could feel himself getting sleepy too, letting his head relax against the pillow once more.

“Sweet dreams, my love,” He whispered, before letting his own eyes close, as the both of you finally began to drift off.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy my first fic, just a quick little blurb from my insomniac self 🤭

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charliemwrites · 6 months

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I am fucking Going Through It rn so any fluff with Price and his Good Girl would be much appreciated! If you need a scenario, how about Price waking up and hearing his good girl sobbing in her room from a trauma nightmare? I’ve had my fair share of those…

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Hi, 🦋!!! I’m so sorry that you’re going through it. Lemme know if I can provide any support. Sending you love and healing thoughts 💕💕

It’s been a normal night, all things considered. A good night, even. You made dinner, some sort of chicken with a complicated sauce that you fussed was a bit too salty but John thought was fantastic.

The two of snuggled up on the couch together, combatting the oncoming winter chill with an oversized plush blanket. John sipped at a whiskey that you tried, but didn’t like (as usual) while you made comments about the superhero show midway through its second season. He’s hardly been following along, but he loves how you gasp and shout and talk at the tv like the characters can hear you.

You even climbed in bed with him tonight - no padding in at some dark hour to shyly crawl in. You proudly took your side of the bed, fluffed the pillows how you liked, and then drifted off snoring softly against his bicep. And John was not long after, the sound of your peaceful, even breathing lulling him into a dreamless sleep.

But now he’s awake. It’s still dark and quiet, but one side of his body is cold without you clinging to it. He props himself up on an elbow, thinking maybe you’ve gone to the restroom or to get water.

But the door is still closed and he turns to find you still in bed, curled into a tight ball facing away from him. Your shoulders are tight and shaking, rapid little breaths escaping through your nose. You make a soft noise that he knows all too well - a bitten off sob.

“Baby?”

You don’t respond. He reaches for your shoulder, finds you shaking.

“Sweetheart.” He shakes gently, thumb rubbing at your arm. “Babygirl, wake up. It’s just a dream.”

You come to with a sharp gasp and a jolt, hands coming up as if to protect your face.

“Darling, it’s okay, I’m right here.”

It takes you a moment to recognize him, and then you start crying, his name only half coming out in a warbling stutter. He collects you close to his chest, tucks you in tight while you cry. Murmurs quiet promises and reassurances, kisses to your temples and forehead. Your little hands grip so tight onto him, as if afraid he’ll disappear.

When you start to calm down a bit, he asks, “do you want to talk about it.”

You let out a breath, wipe at your wet cheeks. “J-just about you.”

His heart clenches painfully. “Me?”

“Mhmm.” You sniffle, press your cheek to his chest. “That you didn’t come home… and-and i was at the funeral…”

You shake your head as a few more tears leak out, dripping down your chin. The tightness eases, though not all the way.

“I’m sorry love. I know this job is difficult for you too.”

You shake your head, tilts for a proper kiss. “It’s what you’re good at. It’s okay. Just hits me sometimes.”

He hums, hugs you maybe too tight for just a second. “Can i get you some water?”

You hesitate, fingers tip-tapping over his collarbone. “Can we go together?”

“Yeah, love, together.”

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zombiewhor3 · 1 year

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SURVIVORS HURT TO

carl grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: injured carl, insecure carl, upset reader, mentions of gore, mentions of dying, mentions of gun shot wound, mentions of self blame, mentions of murder, mentions of weapon usage,

"it's my fault god it's all my fault" she wept softly to herself as she held Carl's resting hand, it was a damn miracle that somehow he managed to survive a bullet through the eye.

but yet somehow she blamed herself because she should've taken the gun before letting Michonne stab through him, she should've just grabbed it from him but instead she just froze like an idiot.

and this is why she was in this situation, it's why her boyfriend was almost dead with a bullet hole through his eye, she wondered when he'd wake up and if he'd even wake up after the injury.

she knew the statistics of gun wound survivors especially ones to the face and the head they often died in the hospitals and god forbid that he'd die, she didn't think she could move on without him

"i'm sorry Carl" she sobbed into his hand feeling as the puddle of tears started to pour onto his skin, "please wake up Carl please" she was practically begging him, hell she had been praying all night just for him to give her a sign or anything, she just needed something.

she just needed to know that he was gonna be okay.

"get out" was the only words she heard from his mouth as he through his hand up to cover the bandage that was wrapped over his eye, "Carl" she sniffled with a smile but she could see a sour expression form out onto his face like he was disgusted by her.

"Get out y/n! get the hell out!" he shouted watching as she stood up from the chair next to his bed side, she could feel a harsher pile of tears pour down her face as her hand rested against the door handle.

"go! i don't want to see you!" he yelled knowing that he must've surely been breaking her heart by his cruel words, she slipped out of the door using the crease of her elbow to hide her fit of tears.

without even a word to the others sitting in the living room she made her way into her bedroom and slammed the door harshly with the click of the lock she tossed herself against the bed burying her face into some of the pillows resting there.

Maggie knocked on the door before trying to open it but with the rattle of the handle she knew it was locked, "y/n is Carl okay?" she asked inferring that maybe for some reason he might've not have made it through the night.

there was no response of y/n except there was muffled weeps coming from behind the door,

"y/n talk to me i know how you feel" Maggie tried to reason taking a glance over at the bottom of the hall where her husband stood folding his arms while he let himself lean against the wall.

"he's not dead! that's not the problem! i j-just don't wanna talk about it!" she shouted back through the door, Maggie frowned softly while she could see Glenn giving her back the same look.

He approached the door, "were here if you need to it's okay y/n" he was trying to comfort her, and to which he heard a loud sniffle and was waiting for a response from her but it was nothing but silence and the sound of more crying spilling from her.

two whole days and he hadn't been anywhere near her, he'd been avoiding her for the entire time period, as soon as he woke up he wanted her gone and away from him.

it wasn't because he blamed her or because he despised her but because he believed that it was his fault, and well he was despising himself, he wondered how she would take his look.

whether she would push him away for looking like a freak or if she would understand but there was no point in taking the risk because he thought she would think he's a freak.

that he was an idiot for giving Ron a gun, that he was an idiot for ever trying to be his friend, he was an idiot for even trying to help and protect him because look at what he caused.

he stood in the mirror as he pulled off the bandage revealing his eye, his eye that was bloody and it was so damn gruesome he wasn't even sure he could face to look at it himself.

but he needed to change his bandage and he hadn't want anyone to see him like this, not his father, not the doctor who fixed him up and he especially didn't want y/n to see him like this.

she hadn't known he was back in the house they both lived in, she had been told he'd been living from place to place bouncing around in the homes that had been under renovation before this whole end of the world bullshit started.

she could see the bullet wound in his eye and it made her not sick but sorry, she felt sorry for him even if he had treated her so shitty, "get the hell out!" he yelled watching as her eyes watered but instead she hadn't moved she froze just watching him in the mirror.

her lips quivered while the rest of her face seemed to shake and even her hands started to tremble as she took a few steps closer to him, "come here Carl" she spoke watching as he used his hair to cover up the wound in his eye, she smiled at him as she wiped a tear away.

"get out please" he spoke turning while her hands rested on his cheeks, he was afraid of her moving the hair away to reveal the wound that was gonna be on his face forever.

"don't please y/n just get out" he spoke softly watching her shake her head no while a few tears slipped down her face, "i love you to much to just leave you like this Carl please you know i love you" she was practically begging him just so she could stay.

she pulled his hair back to reveal the wound, "it ruined me y/n, looks so god damn disgusting i don't even wanna look at myself" some would hear him and say that he was fishing for some sort of attention but god he believed it was true because it was what he had planted in his head.

"look at me Carl, you're so brave and this didn't ruin you, you've fought so hard and i know you're gonna do so god damn good" she placed a kiss on his forehead just above where the wound was.

Carl wanted to cry on his own, "i'm sorry for being so mean i just don't want anyone to see me like this even myself but it's my fault i should've never tried to help him" he admitted wrapping his arms around the crying girl.

"i love you Carl, and i'm sorry i didn't take the gun that's on me and me only it's not your fault" he furrowed his brows while he stroked her delicate hair, he swallowed before speaking

"we were only trying to do the right thing, he just lost it after seeing his mother die and his brother," he spoke at the harsh truth that was 1/2 true for him, he had to kill his own mother.

he was the one to make sure she didn't turn into a walker and yet somehow he seemed to understand Ron now or maybe just the reason why he was so god damn angry at the world.

"i love you y/n even if you were to think i was a monster i would still love you until i die" he spoke rubbing her back softly feeling as her warmth was starting to soak into him.

"til death do us part Carl even if you do become a monster"

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• kinktober day four : ddlg — trent beretta •

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{ summary } — after a nightmare, trent’s attempt at consoling you proves futile. however, he does know one way to calm your fears

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, ddlg, daddy kink, sub!reader, little!reader, soft sex, mild somnophilia, comfort, praise, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, internal cumshots vaginal creampie, male + female orgasms, squirting

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{ pairing } — fem!reader x trent beretta

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his eyelids fluttered open in the dead of night

a soft exhale left his lips unsure as to why he’d woken up so suddenly

his eyes still adjusting to the soft glow of the moonlight peaking from behind the curtains

an overwhelming sense of dread flooded his veins upon hearing soft frightened whimpers from beside him.

his blood ran cold, throat ran dry as he turned to face the origin of the sound

he saw you, clinging to the bedsheets, cowering beneath them

your face hidden on the pillows, calling out for him despite being deep in slumber

he noticed the tear stains dampening the pillow, how your body shuddered with fear

“princess…hey wake up…”

his large palm engulfed your shoulder as he grabbed it, shaking you, in an attempt to rouse you from your slumber.

you awoke in a panic, arms outstretched, searching for him in the darkness until you made contact with his bicep, clinging to him

“shh sweetheart, it’s okay, i’m here”

he engulfed you into his warmth, his embrace felt homely, comforting…safe.

letting his palm gently smooth the back of your head, gingerly twirling stray strands of his around his fingers

you cowered into his, softly sobbing into his chest

“i-i’m sorry i woke you up…” you muttered against his skin

“oh no, sweetheart, it’s alright. don’t be sorry”

his fingertips drew small shapes against the nape of your neck

moving in slow, comforting circles

“are you alright? do you want to talk about it now?”

he questioned cautiously, afraid that more tears would spill

you shook your head no, clinging to him desperately

“alright princess…i won’t force you to say anything now…whenever your ready”

you peered up at him, eyes puffy and red, stinging with tears as you tried to meet his gaze

“d-daddy…?” you whimpered

“yes sweetheart?” he answered, cupping your cheeks, more attentive that usual as your regression began

it wouldn't happen often, only in moments where you felt the most afraid

and ironically, the most comfortable and safest with him

you paused for a moment, contemplating your words

mouth hung agape but no words left your lips

your eyes dipped down to your hands, twiddling your thumbs in your lap

“hey, hey…” he began.

“what is it?” his thumb gently swiping tears from your heated cheeks

“j-just…” you stuttered

“promise me you won’t leave…”

his heart broke.

“oh honey…” he cooed, engulfing you tightly in is embrace

“is that what your nightmare was about?”

you nodded, feeling safe and warm in his arms

“i’m not going anywhere, okay. i’ll be right here, always”

he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead

letting his lips linger a few more seconds then they needed too

“now relax, sweetheart…daddy will help you sleep”

you nodded softly, tiredly

sleep gently lulling you back into a peaceful state

your head soon hit the pillow, a small sigh leaving your lips

your back pressed against his chest, letting him whisper sweet nothings into you ear to help calm you

his hips angled against yours, fingers hooking into your panties, pulling them to the side

i’m right here. princess…i’m never going to leave you”’

he freed his cock from his sweatpants

teasing your folds with the tip

gathering your wetness, slowly pushing himself into you

your whimpers deep in your chest, almost as if you were trying to silence them

trent’s lips peppered gentle kisses to the tops of your shoulders

the act seemingly help calm you down momentarily

“daddy…” you mumbled

“hmm?” he muttered against your neck, the sound reverberating in your skin

“i love you…”

“i love you too sweetheart…”

he wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you closer against him

his cock sinking deeper into you with each movement

“oh fuck…” he groaned out breathlessly

the feeling of your cunt was unmatched. it was perfect

so tight. so warm

“feels so good, daddy”

“i know baby” he panted. “you feel so good for me”

he let his hand slip between your thighs

teasing your clit with the tips of his fingers

adoring the way you shuddered and whined against him

“you’re safe, princess…i won’t let anything hurt you”

trent’s fingers drew out your pleasure, in small circular strokes

your cunt quivering around his impressive size

feeling him pulse and throb inside of you

you cling to his arm, hips grinding against it, trying to desperately add more friction your clit craved

“cum for me baby, you’re so close, you’re doing so well”

you felt the pulse rise between your thighs, aided by the gentle strokes of his cock and swirl of his fingers

“daddy…please”

“please what, sweetheart?”

“i want it…i want it all” you whimpered in between breathes. he knew exactly what you meant

“you’ll get all of it, my princess” he tilted your head back to kiss you roughly as he increased his movements

“you’ll get every last drop”

your sleepy whines grew louder, more desperate for release

you did not even recognise your own orgasm

gushing around his size, and his fingers

“there’s my good girl…” he muttered against your lips

“i’m gonna cum, princess…daddy’s gonna fill you up”

without another word he released

his hot cum filling you to the brim, leaking out of your aching cunt as he pulled out

he admired the way you clung to him, still so needy for his touch

“c’mere sweetheart…” he pulled you onto his chest, allowing you to listen to the soft thrums of his heart beat

“feel better?” you nodded with a soft hum in response

“good…” he kissed your forehead gently

“get some sleep, princess…i love you”

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bruh--wtf · 1 year

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Girlfriend for Christmas

JJ Maybank x reader

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Summary: JJ and the reader have been together for a while, but it’s only on Christmas eve he asks for a girlfriend for the holidays.

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Your siblings had all abandoned you this Christmas, leaving you alone with your parents while they get together on the mainland. You absolutely refused.

You rarely spent time with your parents to begin with you weren’t gonna spend a whole day with them.

So you opted to go over to John B.’s with your best friends.

So you found yourself there Christmas Eve. You sat next to JJ on the couch. No one found this especially surprising. You and JJ were… close. Sorta dating, but sorta not. Not officially.

He had an arm thrown over your shoulders while you were curled up next to him. You were all laughing together and giving small gifts to each other.

“Woah, woah, woah, shouldn’t we save gifts for tomorrow?” John B asks.

“I can’t come over tomorrow. My parents are making me do a family day,” Kie says with an eye roll.

“Me too. Y/N?” Pope asks. You shake your head, lips pursed.

“No way. My brother and sister abandoned me this year. I’m so not hanging out with my parents,” you say. The others laugh and nod. Pope puts his hands up in surrender and you smile. JJ leans over to whisper in your ear.

“You should just stay with me, then,” he says. You turn your head a little to look at him and smile.

“That’s the plan,” you say back. He smiles and kisses your cheek.

“Ew,” John B says. You glare at him and that only makes him react more dramatically. “I think I’m gonna throw up. I’m-I’m so scared,” he says, fake sobbing. You roll your eyes and lean further into JJ. “Hey, not on the couch.” You just smirk and turn to JJ. You put a hand on his cheek quickly and kiss him. He smiles against your lips and wraps his arms around you.

Then one of the others throws a pillow at the two of you.

You laugh a little and pull away from JJ. You look back at the others to find them all pretending to gag. You just roll your eyes again as JJ pulls your back against his chest.

The night keeps going until late. Well after midnight most of them had passed out. Including you, laying with JJ on the couch. He laid behind you with his arm over your side, holding you against him.

You wake up to him rubbing your arm and whispering in your ear. “Y/N.” You hum softly, to tired to open your eyes. “I really like you.” You smile tiredly and turn your head a little to find he’s lifted himself up on his elbow to hover over you slightly.

“I really like you too, J,” you whisper and bring a hand up to his cheek, quickly pressing your lips to his for a second. He smiles down at you and kisses your cheek. He peppers kisses along your cheeks and forehead before kissing you again. You were a giggling mess by the end of it. He smiles at you again when he pulls away.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says. You smile up at him.

“Thank you, J. You’re very handsome,” you say. He smiles and kisses you again.

“Do I have a chance?” He whispers. You give him a confused look.

“Chance at what, J?” He kisses your temple and squeezes your side quickly.

“To have a girlfriend for Christmas,” he whispers. You stare at him for a moment. Then you smile and press yourself up a little to kiss him.

“Only if I get a boyfriend,” you whisper. He smiles and nods, pretending to think about it for a second.

“I think there’s an obvious answer to our problem,” he says. You hum in agreement, smiling at him. “Will you be my girlfriend for Christmas?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Just for Christmas?” You ask. He chuckles a little and rolls his eyes.

“Alright, I guess after that too,” he says and you hit his chest playfully. “Will you please be my girlfriend, Y/N?” He asks and kisses you for good measure. You smile at him and hum, pretending to consider it. He leans down and kisses your jaw, trailing small kisses all the way down your neck.

When he comes back up to kiss you again you put a hand on his chest to make him pause. “Yes,” you say simply and he smiles at you. Then he leans down and kisses you again.

“Good, I was going to keep asking until you said yes, anyways.”

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cb97breathing · 10 months

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SAFE HAVEN - A BANG CHAN SERIES

PREVIOUS NEXT

CHAPTER THREE: CHOCOLATE BROWN EYES

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab Plus Size Reader

General Synopsis: You ran away from New York to South Korea to escape the hell you were living in. With the help of a girl who lived there. Your only goal was to have a fresh start but that all changes when a certain boy notices you on the flight. After a shy encounter, he ends up being your neighbor and also a friend of the girl who helped you escape. You want to let him in, but you're scared because of your past. But he is patient and willing to wait as long as it takes to win your heart.

Word Count: 3.1K

Warning: story contains mentions of suicide, fat shaming, abuse & sexual assault. ADULT THEMES. MINORS AND AGESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

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Chan could hear whimpering on the other side of the wall. He looked over at his clock to see that it was around 2:30am. He remembered you made the same exact noises when you were sleeping on the plane. Was she suffering from nightmares? He wondered as he sat up and looked at the wall behind him. He remembered the fear in your eyes when you jolted awake, the fear that still lingered in them when you first locked eyes. No… He thought. This is more than just nightmares. He gently pressed his hand to the wall and let out a sigh. What are you even doing? You don’t even know the girl and you want to protect her so badly.

You tossed and turned in your bed. Whimpering as tears drenched the pillows beneath you. In your mind you were reliving the last time Jacob attacked you. You could still feel his hands on your throat as he choked you.

“Jacob please s-stop!” You choked out as you scratched at his hands. His cold ice blue eyes just stared at you with anger and contempt. You fought as hard as you could, because this time you really thought he was going to kill you. But he kept choking you until you were too weak to fight. As you laid there helpless he just laughed at you.

“Stupid fat pig.” He growled out. “Time for the only thing you’re good for.” He spread your legs wide and ripped a hole in your leggings, not even bothering to strip you. You choked on a sob as he unbuckled his belt and pushed down his jeans and boxers. “J-Jake no…”

Before the memory could go any further you jolted awake and let out a sob. You panted and looked around wildly trying to remember where you were. But even though you recognized your new home at that moment you didn’t feel safe. You slowly crawled out of bed as you silently cried. Your whole body was trembling, you could barely stand. You slowly walked to the sliding door that led to your balcony. You could hear his voice in your head. Telling you how worthless, pathetic and ugly you are. He had said it so many times you began to believe that he was right.

I’m never going to be free. You thought to yourself as you stepped onto the balcony. I am never going to be safe. He’s ruined me. There’s no going back, there’s no getting better. You let out a shaky breath and looked down at the parking lot. Maybe I should just jump and end it, get it all over with. You bit your lip as the tears dropped onto your hands that gripped the balcony railing.

“Hey.” A male voice said softly and you gasped and looked over to your right quickly. Your eyes widened and you froze. There on the balcony of the apartment next door was the pair of warm brown eyes you couldn’t seem to forget. There’s no way. You thought to herself. I’m hallucinating right now. This had to be a dream, you weren’t awake yet. He moved closer and the moon lit up his face, which you could finally see. He was beautiful. His curly brown hair, his tanned skin, his plump lips, and his eyes. Your heart was pounding so loud you were scared he could hear it.

“Y-You.” You breathed out. “Y-You’re my neighbor?” For a moment all the pain you had been feeling was gone, the nightmare and memories were far from you mind because all you could do was stare at the man before you. You realized how crazy and distraught you must have looked and blushed deeply in embarrassment. But he didn’t seem to care, he smiled softly in response to your question and nodded.

“That’s correct. It’s good to see you again.” He said softly. “Though I was planning to come greet you sometime later in the morning. But I couldn’t help but be worried, I could hear you crying.” He bit his lip and moved to the edge of the side of his balcony so he could be as close as possible to you. His eyes were full of concern and looked at you with a gentleness that made your heart skip a beat. “Are you alright?” He asked. Chan watched as you looked down at your feet and you bit your lip, he tried hard to not stare at your bare legs, suddenly noticing you were only in a shirt he blushed and looked down quickly.

“I-I’m sorry… it’s been… it’s been a rough time for me and this is a huge change I think I’m just a bit overwhelmed.” You replied quietly. Liar, you are not okay. You are FAR from okay. You weren’t going to just open up to a random stranger. You looked up to see his flushed cheeks as his eyes locked with yours, you could tell he didn’t buy it. But you were thankful that he nodded and didn’t push further. “I never got to ask your name earlier, after you gave me back my necklace.” You said shyly. “I-I’m Y/n.” Chan smiled in response.

“I’m Christopher, but everyone calls me Chan.” He replied softly and held his hand out to you. He watched as your eyes stared at his hand, how you bit her lip before slowly reaching out and placing your tiny hand in his. So soft… He thought to himself as he grinned and gently shook it before letting go. His eyes looked back at you and caught a small smile on your lips. His heart fluttered. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.” You responded with a small smile. “And I’m sorry for waking you up with my crying.” You looked down in embarrassment. “I promise that won’t happen often.” Chan only shook his head and smiled.

“Stop apologizing, it’s okay.” He said gently. “Like you said, this is a huge change for you. Plus I was already awake. I don’t really sleep much. I’m a night owl I guess you can say.” He shrugged. “But you look exhausted so I’m sure you want to go back to sleep.” He added.

“You’re right.” You responded quietly. “I should probably sleep some more.” You dreaded it but you knew he was right. You looked up at him and smiled softly. “Goodnight Chan.” You said softly. He smiled and bit his lip.

“Goodnight Y/n. Sleep well.” He said softly in response, which made your heart flutter and your knees go weak. You tightened your grip on the railing for a moment. You gave him one last small smile before walking back into your apartment and closing the sliding door to your balcony. When you were out of sight Chan let out a shaky breath and placed his hand on his chest.

“I thought she was going to jump.” He whispered as he leaned against the railing. He heard everything, the name you kept calling out, the way you kept begging for that person to stop. It wasn’t hard to piece together that something traumatic happened to the woman who has bewitched his heart so quickly. He was scared for you, he was angry for you.

He wanted to destroy whomever made you look broken and helpless. It was a sight he never wanted to see again. He wanted to see more of your smile, he wanted to see those beautiful eyes light up and he was determined to make sure you were going to be happy here. He walked back into his room and closed his sliding door and slowly got back into bed. He looked at the wall behind him wishing he could see through and get one more look at you. “Sleep well, beautiful.” He whispered to himself. “No more nightmares, dream of only the good things to come.”

You slowly fell back to sleep and just like he wished you didn’t have another nightmare. Instead your dreams focused on him, the boy who was slowly creeping into your heart. You dreamed about his eyes, his smile, how large his hand was compared to hers, how gentle his hand felt. For the first time, you slept peacefully all thanks to him.

You woke up around 9am and groaned. Sitting up slowly, you let out a quiet yawn. Your eyes looked to the balcony and the events off earlier this morning rushed through your mind and your face turned red. You turned and buried your face in the pillow and let out a scream in embarrassment. You ran your fingers through your hair as you sat up. How could you let him see you in such a state? You whimpered and pulled yourself out of bed to go brush your teeth and wash up. As you went through your clothes, you settled for your ripped black jeans and a black hoodie. After what happened earlier you had no plans to leave the apartment, ever. Your stomach grumbled and you sighed as you walked into the kitchen. You opened the fridge and let out a sigh when you noticed it was empty.

“Great.” You whispered to herself. “I gotta go food shopping.” Just then there was a knock at your door. You jumped slightly and looked at the door with wide eyes. Nari didn’t text you to say she was coming today. You bit your lip and slowly walked to the door. When you looked through the peephole your breath hitched. It was him, Chan. Chan stood at the door, nervously rocking back and forth. He was so desperate to see you again that he convinced himself to knock on your door. You were on the other side pacing in a panic. Your mind was swirling. But eventually you calmed yourself down and slowly opened the door. You peeked out and looked at him shyly as you watched his eyes light up and his lips form a goofy grin. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your knees go weak.

“Hi.” You said quietly before looking down at your feet. Get a hold of yourself Y/n, he’s out of your league. You gripped the door as you tried to regain composure.

“Hey.” He said softly back. “--- I was wondering if you would wanna maybe go get some breakfast with me?” He asked and bit his lip. You looked up at him with wide eyes. “After last night I wanted to make sure you had a good day. Since you’re new here and don’t really know the language I figured I could show you around and we can get to know each other more.” He rambled nervously and looked down at his feet. He is just too fucking cute. You thought to yourself as you looked at him with a small amused smile.

“I’d like that.” You replied which made his head shoot back up with wide and hopeful eyes. The smile that formed on his face made your cheeks redden and you bit your lip.

“One sec.” You closed the door and let out a shaky breath. You put on your sneakers and grabbed your bag and cell phone. “You can do this, don’t be a coward. New life, new friends.” You said to yourself quietly. You opened the door and stepped out. You gave him a small smile. “Okay let’s go.” Chan smiled widely and nodded.

“Alright follow me.” He said softly and walked with you to the elevator. He took you to a coffee shop nearby. He could help but notice how you kept her eyes to the floor and stayed close to his side as they waited in line to order. But then he saw people staring at you and he realized what was happening. They were judging your size. He frowned at them and gently nudged your shoulder. “Ignore them.” He said. “You’re perfect.” This made you blush deeply and look up at him with wide eyes. Your mouth slightly opened as you struggled to respond. Chan had to stop himself from kissing you right then and there. You looked so adorable. He giggled softly and nodded over to the counter. It was their turn to order. You looked over to the counter and saw a young boy standing behind it with freckles and big brown eyes grinning wildly at you both.

“Oi, Felix!” Chan said to the boy. “This is the new neighbor I told you about. Her name is Y/n..” You looked up at him and gave him a soft smile and nod.

“Welcome to Seoul Y/n! I’m Felix. It's nice to meet you!” He said softly and nodded at you. You noticed he had an Australian accent as well.

“Thank you.” You said softly. “--- It’s very nice to meet you as well.” Yousaid quietly with a small smile. The freckled boy smiled gently at you and then looked to Chan.

“Your usual hyung?” He asked softly and Chan nodded. “And what about you Y/n? What would you like?” He asked softly. You bit your lip and looked at them both shyly. You wished you could read what was on the board behind him. It made you feel so out of place.

“Surprise me.” You said softly in response. “Make it sweet though.” You gave him a soft smile as he nodded.

“You got it. I’ll make your drinks. Go take a seat. It’s on the house.” He said softly. Your eyes widened in surprise. “Take it as a welcoming gift.” He said softly. “My break is about to start so I’ll come join you both when I’m done.” Both of you thanked him. Chan led you to a big couch with a table across from a fireplace. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked around.

“This is my favorite spot. Especially in the winter when it’s cold out.” He said softly and sat down on the couch. He smiled and patted the spot next to him. You bit your lip and sat next to him keeping a safe but comfortable distance away. Not wanting to give him the idea that you didn’t like being near him. You were still embarrassed about the night before. “Thank you for giving me a chance and coming with me.” He added softly. Your eyes locked with his and the look he gave you made your heart stop. It was such a gentle gaze, full of kindness and caring.

“Thank you for not avoiding me after.” You said softly. “I was scared I may have freaked you out.” You bit your lip. “Life back home, it was really hard. I’m still recovering from it.” You looked down at your hands, afraid of his response. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw his large hand reach over and gently grab your small hand and squeeze.

“You’re not alone, don’t ever feel like you have to be. If you ever feel like everything is too much and you can’t breathe, come to me. I’ll be right by your side and I’ll help you.” He said softly. “I can tell you’re kind and caring. I can tell that you’re a good person and I want to help you heal.” His thumb brushed against the top of your hand and you felt your cheeks turn beet red. You looked up at him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“I’m scared to let anyone in.” You whispered. “But with you… I don’t know how to describe it. I just feel safe. Is that weird?” You asked quietly. He shook his head to say no and squeezed your hand. “I’m happy you ended up being my neighbor Chan.”

Just as Chan opened his mouth to reply Felix approached and you pulled your hand away in embarrassment. Your cheeks become more red as he places your coffees on the table as well as a plate of brownies. He looked at you both and then gave Chan a knowing glance which made the older man blush and look down shyly.

“I hope you like your latte. I also made these brownies a few minutes ago so they’re fresh and still very warm.” He said softly. You smiled at the freckled boy and thanked him before picking up your drink to take a sip. Your eyes lit up and you looked at him with wide eyes.

“It taste like the thin mint girl scout cookies back home.” You gushed. “Felix this is so good! Thank you!” You grinned. Felix couldn’t help but grin back but he could see Chan’s jealousy at your reaction from the corner of his eye. Chan wanted to be the first one to make you smile like that. But he couldn’t help but melt at the sight.

“Wait til you try his brownies. Man’s a pro at baking.” Chan said with a soft smile. You raised her brow and put you cup down to take a brownie and you hesitantly took a bite and almost groaned at how amazing it tasted.

“Felix teach me your ways.” You pleaded which made both men laugh in response. You couldn’t help but smile at the both. They looked adorable when they laughed. You felt so happy and warm in that moment you prayed it would feel like this all the time. “By the way I noticed that you guys have a different accent. Are you both from Australia?” You asked softly. Chan grinned and nodded.

“I was born there and eventually moved back here with my family. Felix moved there when he was really young. We both came back when we were in our teens. I met him a few years ago through my friend Changbin and we’ve been inseparable ever since. He’s like a long lost brother.” Chan said softly as he placed a hand gently on Felix’s shoulder. Felix smiled widely and nodded.

“You should introduce her to the guys hyung. I’m sure they’d all love her.” He said softly. “There’s eight of us. We’re all inseparable. Pretty much family. They all know English well except for one but he’s working on it. — we were all gonna meet up at Chans tonight for a game night and dinner. You should come!” You immediately got nervous at the idea of meeting six more people. It’s as if Chan knew how you felt cause he reached out for your hand again.

“You already met Han yesterday. They’re gonna love you I promise. They’re all nice and they would never mistreat you.” He said softly. “I’d love it if you came.” He looked at you with pleading eyes and you sighed in defeat and nodded. Felix pumped his fists up into the air in victory earning giggles from both you and Chan. Maybe meeting them all wasn't a bad idea.

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why-am-i-here-someone-save-me · 2 years

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May I ask for a SAGAU Venti x reader/player fic where the reader takes Venti to the GAA and mains him always please? And one day he sees the reader/player is crying so he’s determined to get out of the device to help her. Thank you! Also if you can please use she/her pronouns ❤️

Gladly! Since you didn’t specify wether you wanted cult sagau or just basic sagau, I went with basic since that seemed to fit your request a bit more. Also, while I do understand the request for a gendered reader; I do try to keep my works gender neutral, since it’s never fun to be left out. So while I can’t fulfill the fem!reader part, I can certainly do the rest!

Well Done

If someone had asked Venti where his favorite place was a few years ago, he wouldn’t have missed a beat before replying with the answer of ‘why, all of Mondstandt of course!’

But had someone asked him that now, well, his answer would be quite different.

While his nation would always be dear to him, he had found something he loved even more.

Your company.

He adored every moment with you, enjoyed going wherever you took him, every second with your presence was a joy. The bard’s heart would leap when he heard your voice, and the sound of your laugh was a sure fire way to make him smile.

But today… Today something was different.

You had been silent today. Uncharacteristically so.

He grew more and more nervous, but he really began to panic when he heard you sniffle quietly and hold back sobs. He wished with everything in him to reach out and comfort you, but he couldn’t reach your world.

You log out of the game, too emotionally exhausted to try to continue playing. Instead you opt to lie down and cry, letting the tears that had been begging to be shed all day finally go free.

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A bard clad in green barged into an alchemist’s mountainside camp, out of breath from the journey.

“Ah, Venti, what brings you here? Has something happened?”

“Albedo is the portal ready yet?”

“Oh that’s what this is about. I see. Well, in a literal sense, yes, it’s operational. However it is… Unstable. Extremely so. While I’m certain you must be eager to meet them, for now it’s best to be patient. I will need time to resolve some of the issues that have arisen before it is safe.”

“There’s no time for that! J-Just let me use it, I’ll be fine! I’ll test it out for you!”

“Are you alright Venti? You’re not this… frantic usually. Has something happened?”

Venti sighs softly and looks the researcher in the eye, a few stray tears in his own.

“…they were crying Albedo… They’re crying and I can’t do anything to help them from here…”

“… I… I see.”

Albedo hesitates for a moment before sighing himself.

“Very well, if you are certain you wish to take this risk, then I’ve no chance of swaying you. However, keep in mind, this is not permanent. The way the portal is now it can only form a temporary connection between worlds. Once that time is up, you will be transported back to Teyvat.”

“That’s fine. That’s enough, more than enough.”

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You hugged the pillow tightly as you lie on your bed, having exhausted yourself from the emotional battle so thoroughly that you’d cried yourself to sleep.

Because of this, you didn’t see the familiar set of doors that you passed through every time you logged into Genshin materialize in your room. Nor did you see them open, or the figure that stepped through. You were too deep in sleep to know the fact that they muttered quiet words of affection and validation to you.

“You’ve been so strong… Please, let yourself rest [Name]. You’ve done more than enough…”

Later you’d awaken to a lingering scent of flowers and apple cider, and perhaps if you looked a moment more, you’d find a small pendant of a blooming cecilia left on your pillow.

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wutwutno1 · 10 months

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Can I request some J x reader comfort vore?

One J x Reader comfort vore coming up!

(Content warning: vore, insults, abuse, mentions of abuse)

"Stupid defective miscreant!" James roared as he hurled a glass in your direction. It smashes on the table next to you on the table you were standing on, barely missing you as it shattered into a wave of shards. "Can't you do anything right‽" He seathed with rage, every vein in his neck looking like they were about to rupture at the slightest prick. "I don't see why Tessa would even care for a defective piece of junk like you! Get out of my sight!"

You climb down from the table and dash away to the safety of your safe space, the supply closet. Digital tears threatening to show as you do so.

You had been cursed with a size defect since the day you were built. You stood at no more than four inches tall on a good day, and it's plagued you all your life. Tessa doesn't seem to mind your height, finding it rather cute, but her parents begged to differ. And they showed it constantly.

It wasn't long before you found yourself crawling under the door door with tears flowing from your LED eyes and sobs buzzing from your voice box. You curl up behind a mop bucket and lament in your perceived failings.

A few minutes later, the door opens with a soft click and creak. One of the maid drones, J, walks into the room holding a feather duster. "Jeeze for such a small robot, you sure do have a loud voice box," she sneered harshly, placing the feather duster down on one of the shelves that lined the walls. She flips her hair, her pigtails swishing. You don't respond to her comment, only sobbing slightly quieter as you try to stifle a hiccup.

J turned to the direction of the bucket, her face softening. Although she paints herself as an all important heartless managerial type, she still has a heart. J closes the closet door slowly, leaving just you and her inside. She slowly walks over to the bucket, her shoes clicking softly on the linoleum floor, and she kneels down on one knee. She leans over to see you hurled up in the corner with your knees tucked up to your chest, hyour head bent to rest on them.

"Hey, are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" J reaches out her hand, laying it on the floor inches away from you, palm up, for you to climb on. You slowly stand up, your knees shaking, and you slowly make your way over to her hand. You crawl atop it and sit down. J brings you up to her chest and holds you in a hug, letting you wail into it. She presses her back against the wall and sits down on the floor.

"There there. Everything's going to be alright." J pats your back. Her voice was soft and caring, revealing a side to her few ever saw. "Here. I'll give you a nice place to calm down, how about that?" You look up confused, your crying paused, and J picks you up by the armpits with her fingers. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you."

J lifts you up to her mouth. Her lips part and she pushes you inside. You lay on J's spongy tongue as she closes her mouth, leaving you in almost total darkness. The tongue lifts and you slide backwards into her throat, which sucks you down into her depths below with a soft gulp.

J follows your trip down her throat with her finger until you reach her stomach, when she lays her whole hand across it. Inside, the mechanical flesh pulses, and yet don't move. The soft silence only being broken by her heartbeat and the occasional stomach groan. The warm flesh and calming atmosphere allowing you to let yourself relax. Her stomach was as soft as a pillow, and you felt all your worry melt away.

"There, now you can stay there for as long as you want. I need to get back to work." J stands up and grabs a broom. She pats her stomach before finally emerging from the closet. After several minutes, her warmth and softness lulls you into a nice deep sleep.

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June of Doom Day 2 - Scream

A/N: Jennifer comforts Marty during a trip to the lake. Set a few weeks after Part III.

She stared numbly at the inky blackness above, taking in the individual sparkles of distant stars. Although it had been a long and fulfilling day with her favourite person in the world, she still found herself being paid a visit from her old friend insomnia.

Jennifer glanced at her watch, the dim light from the screen being enough to temporarily blind her night vision. Now that she'd learnt it was barely past two AM, she leaned back on her pillow in silent frustration. Only another four hours till I can watch the sun move instead of the damn stars…

She knew she wasn't the only one not sleeping. Although he would constantly deny it and try to change the subject, the bags under Marty's eyes seemed to be permanent fixtures these days, though whether his sleepless nights were due to nightmares or an effect of time travel she couldn't tell. If he was having nightmares, he certainly didn't speak about it.

A small whimper startled her. She leant on her elbow as she sat up, gazing around to spot the suspected animal wandering around their campsite. The lack of an obvious culprit disturbed her, and she was tempted to slide back into her sleeping bag when the same noise returned. Only this time, it was definitely a human noise.

Jennifer shifted to look at Marty, her heart sinking as her suspicions were confirmed. Oh, my poor love…

Marty was gripping the top of his sleeping bag with such vigour that she was surprised the seams remained intact. His sweaty brow was furrowed, eyes scrunched tightly with a collection of unshed tears behind them. Most of his mutterings were so mumbled that Jennifer couldn't make them out, but he was clearly witnessing something unsettling. His head jerked from side to side, his breathing growing faster by the second. "…N-No, Doc!…D-Doc!…"

Jennifer felt torn. She'd heard conflicting evidence on whether it was safe to wake someone in the grips of a nightmare, but the more distressed Marty became, the more determined she was to relieve his suffering. "Marty?"

He let out a strangled sob, arching his back as his arms flailed in front of him. "DOC! HELP! PLEASE!"

Doc? So he is dreaming about the time travel! "Marty, wake up!"

"N-No, you…Doc! Bastards…run!…" Marty's voice grew steadily louder. "DOC! DOC, NOOOOOOO!"

Jennifer couldn't bear it a moment longer. She quickly grabbed his collar and pressed her mouth against his ear. "MARTY MCFLY, WAKE UP!" I'll apologise for this later, I swear…

He gasped like a drowning man, panicked and unseeing eyes flying open as he tried to launch out of the sleeping bag. Jennifer bit back a curse as he inadvertently punched her, screaming as he fought with the bedding like it was a man-eating monster.

"Marty!" Jennifer shouted. She began pushing down on his shoulder blades with both hands while almost enveloping him in an embrace, attempting to stop him from hurting himself. "Marty, relax!" Wake up already!

It only took a few seconds for her to deduce that this strategy was not proving effective; Marty continued to struggle in his dazed state, without showing any signs of coming out of it. She decided to clasp his face in her hands, tightening her grip as she forced his gaze to meet hers. "Marty." You aren't going anywhere until you calm down, young man.

His breathing hitched, and she noticed the exact moment when the blinding fog in his eyes vanished, for a red blush of shame instantly appeared in his cheeks. He still couldn't control himself from hyperventilating, but his expression changed as he finally seemed to recognise her. "…J-Jen!"

"It's okay, Marty, just relax," She spoke softly, releasing his face gently and taking his hand in her own. He didn't respond as she gave it a reassuring squeeze. "You're safe. It's 1985. I'm here, we're at the lake, and everything's okay."

Whether or not he'd heard her was ambiguous. He kept staring past Jennifer at something unseen in the forest behind them, seemingly oblivious to the river of tears running down his scorching-red cheeks. His lips moved soundlessly, his pupils still darting around erratically. He's almost there…

She could've sworn her heart was physically aching. Jennifer had to keep biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying. There's no point if both of us are bawling our eyes out.

You have to hold it together for him.

He needs you now.

A few minutes passed before she decided to break the delicate silence, speaking cautiously. "Marty? Are you with me?"

While he didn't acknowledge her, Marty eventually removed his hand from her grasp. He let out an exhausted sigh, running his shaky fingers through damp strands of hair. "…Jen?"

"It's okay, Marty, I promise," Jennifer reassured him. "You're safe."

She didn't think it was physically possible for a human's face to be so red, yet once again Marty exceeded her expectations. He sniffed and leaned forward to bury his face in his palms, wiping at his tear-stained cheeks furiously. "…'m sorry, Jenny-"

I've had enough. Jennifer once again cradled her boyfriend's face, ensuring he could see the unshed tears in her own eyes. "Don't you dare be sorry, Marty McFly. It's okay. I just wanna make sure you're okay."

Marty's lip wobbled as he fought to come up with an answer, only to lean forward tiredly into Jennifer's waiting embrace. A tortured sob found its way out of his chest, and he didn't resist as Jennifer tucked his head under her chin. "Jenny…"

She placed a kiss on the top of his head. "I'm here, love."

"D-Doc…h-he got, th-they shot…" Marty could barely speak in, gasping out what words he could in-between hitches of his chest. He clutched Jennifer like a lifeline, his fingers digging into her pyjamas as he hugged her. "Doc-"

"Doc is alive, Marty. Remember?" She reminded him calmly. "Doc is alive, and so are you."

It took a few attempts before Marty could express the rest of his thoughts. "B-But it's…I mean, this…this…W-Why can't I just get over this shit?!"

Jennifer rubbed his back soothingly, allowing herself a few private tears as the man in her arms cried. Cries of desperation; of anguish; of an event that the universe said never happened.

Eventually they were both shaking, clinging rigidly to each other as they released their unspoken fears into the darkness.

My poor Marty McFly…

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