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plasticferal · 5 months

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can u plsss write a Matt smut where the reader is like obsessed with his teeth and then she kind of jokes ab licking his teeth but shes not actually joking and then u know the rest

take it or leave it | matt sturniolo.

authors note: this was so fun to write. here’s some kind of soft, lust filled bff!matt turned lovers.

warnings: fem reader, not obscene or 18+ but read at your own discretion. a lot of dialogue, light biting, mark leaving, explicit language.

you just can't stop staring at your best friend. all he's doing is chewing on a paper straw, swirling it around his soft drink. his eyes are glued to his screen, scrolling through his phone, both of his elbows planted on the dining table.

"i can feel you staring," matt talks with the straw still in his mouth, flashing his perfect teeth with a conceited smirk. you scoff, digging your fork back into the dessert that sits in front of you, to avoid the interrogation you feel coming your way.

"i didn't say stop," you feel his eyes burn holes into you, tone earnest and deep, just waiting for you to glance up at him again.

"wasn't even staring," you speak through a muffled mouthful of cake, not caring if he sees the food in your mouth. he's the closest person in your life, he's probably seen worse.

"real sexy, kid" he teases, staring at your mouth and chuckling as you cover it to swallow your food, flipping him off from across the table.

"no for real, what were you looking at? like be specific," he asks, placing his phone screen down on the table, shuffling in his chair and adjusting his posture. you raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what the hell he's on about.

"i can't just admire my best friend?" you sarcastically smile and bat your eyelashes at him, resting your chin into the palm of your hands.

"specifics, go." matt isn't having it, and you drop the act fast.

you ponder on your answer for a moment, or at least pretend to. you know exactly what you want to say but you don't need him getting a big head. well, bigger. he's a walking, talking, humble brag. especially around you.

"ah, okaaaay," you pout your lips with contemplation.

"your eyes i guess. they're pretty. you know that, though" you shrug, prodding at your dessert again, not having any intention on finishing it at this point. matt has you cornered with his new train of thought.

"boring, next." he deadpans, throwing his head back with an eye roll before looking at you again. he folds his arms over his chest, leaning back leisurely.

"fine. ah, your teeth. i'm like obsessed with them. is that a better answer?" you quip, grabbing your plate and pushing away from the table to make your way to the sink.

you hear matt behind you let out an audible "huh?" and can picture the confusion on his face. you don't know what it is about his teeth, or his smile in general. you just get stunned at how perfect they are, the way they just suit his face so much.

they just look like they could form the perfect bite in your skin. he's always chewing a new flavoured gum, flashing them subtly past his perfectly pink lips, and his breath always smells nice. it's weirdly inviting. all thoughts you absolutely shouldn't be having about matthew.

"hang on, rewind. my teeth?" there's an amused underlining to his response, and you just wish you could take back what you said, joke or not.

you rinse the plate off and immediately ignore him, drying your hands with paper towel before bee-lining for the bin in the small dark corner of the room.

"you got your answer, matthew. get over it," you exhale, tossing it into the black rubbish bag.

"no no, i'm not done with you yet," you hear his chair make a disturbing scratchy squeak against the vinyl floors with how fast he pushes his chair back, following where your body is moving.

you walk around the dining table in the opposite direction of him, but he changes directions to match yours. you collapse onto the couch, sitting cross legged and he falls into the spot right next to you, despite having the entire couch. your shoulders are touching and his knee his touching yours.

"you were staring at my teeth and now i need to know why," matt requests, leaning one elbow up on the back of the couch, facing you completely.

"i can't answer tha-"

"y/n" he cuts you off seriously.

"i don't know, okay? drop it, matthew." you push back with frustration, not understanding why he can't. it's either he's pushing your buttons on purpose or he can sense the subject easily taking a turn in a different direction.

"i'm not trying to piss you off. i just wanted know. sorry" his voice softens, and he shifts so he's facing the t.v.

you almost feel bad snapping at him, considering you instigated his reaction in the first place by not justifying it straight away.

you bite your nails, trying to avoid talking. it's so hard with matt. he just always brings it out of you. looking at him while he watches the screen ahead of you just makes you yearn to hear his voice again. he's so quiet for the most part that when you get him out of his shell you don't ever want him to stop.

"i've always liked your teeth. i don't know what it is. i wish i could explain it but i can't," you speak shyly, a very rare feeling around him.

you have literally shared every waking thought with this man. it just feels so different when it involves him personally. on a physical descriptive level. matt leans his head back on the massive couch cushion, giving you a lazy half grin, looking up at you through hooded eyes.

"do you just like staring at them or do you wanna like, touch them?" he flashes his teeth like a vampire, and you push his face away with a laugh, knowing he's teasing with good intention. he chuckles, pushing your own hand back into your body.

"you're never gonna let me live this down, are you?"

"not until i can wrap my head around it, no" he folds his arms over his chest, tucking his hands into his armpits and they disappear under his oversized hoodie, snickering at his own defence.

he looks you in the eyes, the same fiery stare he gives you when he's about to say something out of pocket, you can read him like a book.

"you wanna touch 'em?"

"matt," you scold, knowing whatever he has planned is just to keep this joke lingering. or what you think is a joke to him.

"i'm serious, let's see if we can get to the bottom of this little fetish of yours" he's so pleased with his words, grinning like an idiot as he nestles his face closer to yours.

"i'd get more pleasure out of it with my tongue," you chortle, then pause suddenly, not believing what you just said out loud.

you force your face to plaster a look on it that says 'i'm joking' but there's no part of what you just said that matt is taking comically.

"go on." matt replies.

"what's gotten into you, tonight?" you have a half simper half befuddled look as you lean back to make sure you're seeing him right.

making sure you're speaking to matt, not someone posing as him with how bold and absurd he's been acting for the past few minutes. he's always being flirtatious, in a bantering and unalloyed manner. this felt different, he's being a lot more direct. a lot less blithe.

"i am literally giving you one chance to do this and then i'm never bringing it up again. take it or leave it, y/n"

"open your mouth, then.” you say in a ‘i bet you won’t’ tone, not believing he actually will. you’re taken aback when he tilts his head up lightly, an innocent look on his face when he parts his mouth, creating a perfect oval.

“you’re seriously okay with this?” you ask, beginning to lean forward, tempting and just waiting for the moment he pulls away, or snaps his mouth closed. he nods, mouth still open.

you know him well enough by now to understand that when matt says he’ll never mention it again, he means it. he’s petty like that.

“fuck it, m’god” you mumble, cupping the side of his jaw, fingertips resting under his ear and being tickled by his hair, pulling him to you.

your breaths intertwine as you hover over his mouth, your lips don’t touch when you poke your tongue out and let it slide behind his top teeth and trail across the sharp edge, slowly, left to right. when you pull away, you observe him.

matt closes his mouth, sucking his teeth and plastering a thoughtful look on his face. you wait for his response.

“well?” you can only wait for so long before you’re trying to entice him to say something, anything.

he adjusts himself on the lounge, full body facing you at this point, if he was pushed up any closer he’d be on top of you.

“just like, out of curiosity. can you do it again?” he asks bashfully. he did say take it or leave it. so you take it, while he’s dangling it in front of you.

this time, you curve your hand gently around the back of his neck to guide his face. tilting your head slightly before pulling him in. you lick the back of the teeth again, even slower than the first time. you can feel matt holding his breath, and the taste of the root beer he just had still lingering.

matt takes a deep breath when you part from him again, flaring his nostrils slightly and sucking on the inside of his cheek. he looks confused, in a content way. but confused nonetheless.

you stare at him, memorising this look on his face. without breaking his stare with you, matt reaches for a pillow and throws it over his lower body, holding it in place. before he has a chance to set it onto his lap, you glance down to see the bulge forming under his black shorts.

“did you like my tongue in your mouth, matthew?” your words are jovial, but he turns away from you after you question him, looking quite literally anywhere else.

“no-i,i mean. fuck, i don't know. no." he rambles, response being faster than his brain can even register, not pulling out the best choice of words from his vocabulary.

“no? is that why you let me do it twice?” you tease, turning the table on him.

"you're right," he pauses.

"maybe we should make it three. for good luck." he looks back at you with a red hue on his cheeks, simpering smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he hugs the pillow on his lap.

"only if you ask nicely," you squint your eyes, and he rolls his.

"i'm not beggin' for it. no way." he shakes his head, boston accent coming through a lot thicker when he's defensive. it happens a lot, and that's how you know you have him cornered.

"your call, matty. take it or leave it." the front you're putting on for him is a fraud, having a gut feeling that it's the only cue he needs to surrender. he's silent for a solid minute.

"fuck, jesus, okay." he finishes, grabbing your face this time. he caresses your jaw, and his touch is so firm and so warm.

the pillow between your bodies is like a barrier, but he pushes up against it hard to bring you as close to his face as you can. you brace yourself for him to open his mouth again, but instead, your lips collide.

your eyes close instinctively and his soft, wet lips move with yours, taking your bottom lip between the kiss, and letting his tongue slide in and dance across your own. slowly he pulls away, fluttering inches over your mouth instead of distancing himself.

"i don't know, i don't know why i just-" matt is still touching your face through his panic-stricken words.

you don't even counter his sentence before grabbing the collar of his hoodie and pulling him back to your mouth. you shove the pillow off the lounge in-between your bodies with your knee while shifting your body weight onto his lap, an easy transition considering how close you've been the whole time.

matt grabs your waist immediately, securing you on top of him and deepening the kiss. you feel your throat shake with his small, desirous moan into your mouth. you sink all of your body weight onto him and can feel his dick underneath you growing harder, heat radiating from between his legs.

the kiss becomes heavier, more desperate and messy, missing each others mouths and clashing your teeth, taking breaths for a split second before attacking each other's lips again. your nails dig into his shoulders and matt's hands lower, stationing on your upper thigh.

you're in such a state of disbelief but ignore every doubt or worry you're forcing yourself to have. you've mentally convinced yourself this is a dream. you're not actually grinding into your bestfriend's groin, making out with him and having his thumbs get closer and closer to your heat, feeling wet already at the friction.

matt kisses the corner of your mouth, your cheek bone, the tip of your nose, then your jaw. he trails the kisses on your jaw lower and lower, grazing his teeth along your delicate skin until he reaches he crease of your neck just under your ear, and you lean into him as much as you possibly can.

"you like my teeth so much, wait until you see what they can do to your neck," he forces deeply against your skin, biting at your earlobe.

"god, matt," you exhale.

you feel a sharp, stinging suck to your neck, making you gasp. he pulls your skin into his mouth, tongue rubbing the area that he's suffocating in his bite. he pulls away, making a sharp sound when he lets go. he repeats the same thing just underneath his first bite, and your body is twisting and distorting in his arms. you tug at his hair with a warning.

"you’re gonna have to explain those marks." you tremble, yet not stopping him. he taunts a stifled laugh.

"don't care," he starts, pulling your shirt off your shoulder and sucking another deep purple mark on your collar bone.

"i'll spell my name out on your skin if i have to." it’s like he’s a trance, trailing his middle finger along the bites he just left before looking up at you with a dazed smile.

his chest is rising and falling prominently, both of you catching your breath after the intense session. matt gently presses his lips to yours again, and you lean your forehead against his. he grips at the bottom hem of your shirt, toying with the fabric.

"if i knew my teeth would get you on top of me, i would have let you lick em' sooner," he has a crooked, dopey grin on his face. you blush, flustered at his words.

"is this is insane? you don't think you're gonna regret it?" you're cautious with your words, voice gentle, head still leaning against his and your fingers playing with the hair creeping on the nape of his neck.

"i could never regret you." he shakes his head softly, making you smile and peck another gentle kiss on his lips. you know he means his words, and they make you want to melt into a puddle.

"smile for me quickly," you banter, holding onto his shoulders but pulling back to look at his face properly.

he covers his face with his big hands and you let out a hearty laugh, attempting to pry them off and begging him to stop hiding.

"matt! you'll let me shove my tongue down your throat but can't smile for me?" your stomach hurts with the laughter caused by the sheer fight he's putting up covering his face.

when you finally get him to drop his hands he has the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face. smiling ear to ear, and eyes closed shut, putting on a show for you. he drops his face quickly once you've had your time to look, and has those signature tired and heavy eyes make an appearance once again.

you lean in, slowly, so slow. your face is drawing him in like a magnet, him following your moves to meet in the middle. he flashes his teeth once again, and you run the tip of your tongue across his bottom lip, feeling his teeth too, budging his mouth open.

"now you're just taking advantage of it," his raspy voice speaks, pulling you back to his mouth by your neck and leading with his tongue, letting it slide in and moaning into your parted lips. they finally sink into each others after teasing each other, seeing who falls into the kiss first.

your tongues fight for dominance and matt grabs the back of your neck hard, forcing you to stay where you are. you're tilting left and he's tilting right as you focus on breathing through your nose to stay attached to each other as long as you can.

you can literally feel matt take his time to explore your mouth, circling every inch he possibly can. he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites hard, making you gasp before pulling back and letting go, both of your mouths wet and glistening with each others saliva.

matt wipes your mouth with his thumb, applying enough pressure but still being gentle. he's staring at your skin before his eyes fixate on those marks he left earlier.

"oh fuck, they're pretty bad" he giggles, and you roll off his lap with a groan, slapping your hand over your neck as if to hide them from him. your legs drape over his thighs and you can feel him looking at you.

you hide from him by sinking into the lounge for no good reason other than you think somehow it'll make the marks disappear, or manifest that it does.

"i didn't even bring makeup to cover it," you fake cry, seeing how bad it could make him feel, but he doesn't budge. matt slaps your thigh as if to say 'i'm not buying it' then rubs your legs soothingly.

"you're not covering them up. i won't let you leave the house if you do, no other option." matt is demanding but lighthearted in his words.

"oh no, i can't leave, what a shame," you dramatically flail your hand to your temple like an old school movie scene, and matt pokes your rib to get you to snap out of it.

"if you ever want to see my teeth again i'd watch the dramatics, honey" and those words coming from him alone make you cut the act, flushing red and sitting up properly.

you don't know how he's managed to whip you into line, usually being the other way around, but you're not risking it.

you've somehow taken more than you could ever ask for from him, and you're still anxious that you've bitten off more than you can chew. no pun intended.

regardless, you're in ignorant bliss. you'll take everything you can get from matt, and more, if he's willing to give it to you. which at this point, you're sure he is.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fic #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff

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neoplatinum · 2 months

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we meet again | huh 'jennifer' yunjin

summary: yunjin and reader go on their non-refundable anniversary trip...as exes

pairing: ex gf!yunjin x ex!reader

themes: exes to lovers, miscommunication, discussions of needs, angst, fluff, suggestive-ish, paris!, sprinkles of humor here and there

wc: 4.5k

you stare into your cup of coffee as you wait for your plane to be ready to take off, the warm coffee is a nice contrast from the coldness you can feel from the woman next to you: your ex of four months yunjin.

she's been all frowny and defensive ever since you picked her up for the trip. her huffing and puffing and crossed arms and legs as she looks away from you.

you haven't spoken to her in months until you got an email that the trip you planned for your anniversary with yunjin sent a reminder email. you cursed your old self for setting up an auto-email service to notify her of the trip too.

then she texted you:

jennifer huh (ex): did you plan an anniversary trip for us?

you call her immediately, knowing you have to explain what happened.

"hi jen, and yes i did plan this as an anniversary trip." you begin rubbing your forehead as you try and weasel your way out of this awkward conversation.

"okay...it says here it's non-refundable." yunjin has always been quick at reading between the lines and you practically prayed for her to miss that portion.

"ah yes, well it is non-refundable." you fiddle around with a stress ball as she talks.

"so are we going?" yunjin cuts you off.

"what?" you sputter out, the stress ball that's been in your hand turning being smashed as small as possible. you begin pacing back and forth and even end up stubbing your toe. "fuck!"

"are you okay?" yunjin stops in the middle of her explanation when you curse through the phone. you mutter a quick yes and she continues, "well its my ticket, and i want to go. were you planning on going with anyone else?" yunjin goes silent.

"well no, maybe my sister but you would still have to transfer the ticket." you explain and sit back down, damn that pinky toe hurts so much.

"so it is my ticket." yunjin continues and you nod through the phone, "okay, i am going then." you groan out loud and yunjin begins calling you dramatic.

"whatever yunjin, i'll pick you up for the airport, i'll talk to you later."

leading to you both now sitting by the airport benches, both of your luggage separating you by a seat. all around you are families or couples headed for paris, when all you can think about is how soon this will be over.

yunjin is sporting her long leather jacket and her newly dyed red hair, which if you were being honest scared you when you first saw her. now all you can do is stare at how well it works for her, even near cursing her for still making your heartbeat after dumping you.

"stupid red." you mutter to yourself as you swirl your cup.

"what was that?" yunjin takes off one side of her headphones and leans into you.

"oh, just nice red hair." she nods at that and turns back to her music, plugging her headphones in. you scoff at the audacity of her. with that you turn back to watching planes, and hope that this three day trip ends quickly.

you're settling into your seat and ready to plug your earbuds in for this flight when you notice the couple next to you giggling loudly while cuddling each other, rolling your eyes at them two.

the girl looks at you and yunjin who has taken the window seat, "are you guys going to paris for your honeymoon?" she asks you while the guy nods excitedly at you.

"uhh, no we're not." you let out a nervous chuckle as the two begin going on a long conversation (very one-sided by the way) about how in love they are, and how they're going to paris for their honeymoon/anniversary. all you can do is sheepishly smile along and hope their monologue ends soon (it doesn't). yunjin chuckles next to you and you kick her subtly to get her to stop.

while you suffer through the long monologue of how they met, how many cats they raise and even drama about their friends, yunjin finds it hilarious yet sad, because honestly, you two could've been that couple, had you two not broken up.

-- day 1

"gosh! they talked my ear off, you know i downloaded like five different movies and a bunch of playlists for that flight, only to not watch a SINGLE movie." you begin venting about the couple to which yunjin finds amusing and pokes fun at you.

"that's on you for not knowing how to exit a conversation." she smiles as you both get a cab to the hotel.

once you've placed your luggage into the trunk and set off, you continue, "listen, i've always been horrible at exiting those situations, didn't help that they were both so enthusiastic."

"i know, it's how i got your number, remember?" yunjin says and you stop for a second, thinking about the first time you met. It was at a concert where she was next to you, talking your ear off about how much she loved the artist. she came alone because none of her friends listened to the artist. you, being the kind soul you were, let her talk to you through the whole concert, even letting her talk through your favorite song.

"yeah, i guess so." you turn away from yunjin in the cab, with the rest of the ride turning quiet.

"roses on the bed, and a single king bed?" yunjin questions as you enter the hotel suite. you begin to heat up, remembering how you specifically requested rose petals in the shape of a heart and champagne in an ice bath, along with towels folded into swans facing each other and kissing. god, the things you do when you're in love.

"ah! well, it was for our anniversary so i made a special request." you say really hoping she couldn't hear you.

"well, i'm glad i came, now that i can see this, i can make fun of you for being so cheesy," she says as she grabs the champagne from the metal bucket. "damn, champagne's expensive too. how much did you spend on this trip?"

she pops the champagne cork and starts pouring the golden liquid into two champagne flutes. passing one of the flutes to you.

"too much, had to dip into my savings," you say as you think about the credit card bill, a full body shiver running up your spine just at the thought.

she laughs and smiles at you, "well, consider me lucky."

you cough and try not to think about how different this trip would've been had you two not separated.

"i'm going to go wash up." yunjin puts her flute down and starts digging through her suitcase. you nod settle into one of the armchairs and turn on the hotel tv.

the shower turns on and with that you try to quiet your heart, constantly reassuring yourself that you will get through this trip and be able to be back at home away from an ex you're still in love with.

"what did i get myself into?" you groan and close your eyes, letting the sleep overtake you.

"hey...hey wake up." yunjin gently shakes your arm as you wake up from your nap. you groan and mumble incoherent thoughts.

"how long have i been asleep?" the grogginess is still settling into your bones, you open your eyes to the sight of yunjin wearing more casual clothes but still looking effortlessly beautiful with her wavy red hair and adorable glasses perched on her nose.

"long enough, i'm hungry, let's get dinner." she says and you nod, feeling the hunger from not eating on the plane and immediately falling asleep in the hotel.

outside, the sun has started to set, people are chatting and bright lights are adorning the streets. people are lively and there's even buskers playing violin and guitars, enticing the people to spare a few coins for their astounding performance.

you trail behind yunjin, watching the way she absorbs into the parisian night, with her film camera in hand and a smile adorning her face. it makes you yearn, yearn for another universe where you're hers once more. but to also yearn for answers of why she dumped you all those months ago.

"let's go in this one." she turns around and you're snapped out of your thoughts, she points at the restaurant and you follow her in. the smell of delicious food and the warm atmosphere is making you more hungry.

"right this way." your server brings you to your booth. and you seat yourself in front of yunjin, honestly something you haven't done in so long, that it's like you're falling in love all over again. the warm yellow lamp hanging over the booth makes her skin glow, and not to mention just her in general has your knees weak.

instead of staring at her like a fool, you try to focus on the menu in front of you. it works well because after a few glances at the mostly french menu, you're beyond confused with what to order. eyebrows furrowing and biting your nails at the french words.

"are you ready to order?" the waiter stands before you and before you can get out a word asking what these dishes are yunjin is quickly ordering her dinner in french and you sit there anxious.

"and for you?" the waiter turns to you.

"uh, this one?" you point at the menu and show him, he nods taking quick note of the orders before leaving.

you're back to the awkwardness of not having a menu in front of you to distract you from the beauty that is yunjin.

"so....how are you doing? dating anyone?" you start, trying to break the ice. you fiddle with your thumbs and avoid her gaze as she processes the questions you have thrown at her.

"are you kidding me? that's how you are going to start the conversation?" she scoffs at your lame attempt at having a serious conversation.

"what? i think those are reasonable questions." you mumble to yourself, feeling embarrassed you start drinking the water next to you.

"fine. i am doing fine and no, i am not dating anyone." she crosses her arms and glares at you from across the table.

"cool cool...." you trail off, trying to watch other people and feeling a little giddy when yunjin said she wasn't dating anyone.

the waiter returns with a basket of bread and butter, also refilling water cups and smiling at you both before leaving quickly. it doesn't go unnoticed that he keeps eyeing yunjin and smiling at her throughout the interaction.

"what about you?" yunjin starts with a slice of bread in her mouth.

"oh me, no not dating anymore, of course not." you let the words tumble out of your mouth, forgetting how you are trying to keep your walls up around yunjin.

"what do you mean by 'of course not'?" she questions as she spreads more butter onto her baguette.

you also grab a slice of bread and start smearing it with butter, thinking of ways to exit this topic as smoothly as possible, "just you know...not there."

she nods and you can see that she wants to prod more into why, but the waiter shows up with both your dishes in hand.

"for you madam," he places her beef bourguignon in front of her. meanwhile placing your seafood pasta in front of you. "and for you."

"shit..." you mumble as you stare at your dish, yunjin sighs but lets out an amused smile at the sight.

"of course you managed to order a seafood dish because you didn't understand french." she laughs at you, and all you can do is feel even more embarrassed from how this trip is going. "let's switch."

yunjin trades plates with you, your heart warms when she remembers your seafood allergy. you thank her sheepishly and begin digging into your dish. "jen! this is delicious!" you exclaim with a piece of beef in your mouth.

she smiles at you warmly and takes a quick photo of you, making your cheeks warm at the sentiment, remembering her habit of taking photos of you when she found you cute.

the waiter returns this time, but you look at him confused because you haven't ordered anything else.

"hello madam," he starts while leaning on the booth by yunjin's side, showing off his pearly white smile and trying to be suave, "how are you enjoying paris?"

"it's lovely here, thank you for asking." yunjin starts, you can only watch as the two engage in conversation, making you more and more quiet as time passes.

they speak about parisian culture and even share a few phrases in french that you definitely could not understand. you end up only focusing on your dish until he leaves much later. yunjin looks back at you and is confused by the switch in your demeanor.

yunjin goes quiet at the sight of you so down, so she also begins quietly eating her (your) seafood pasta, and as the time dwindles to the end. the waiter returns with the bill and a napkin that he slips to yunjin, it doesn't take a genius to understand what he gave her.

you huff angrily as you pay for the dinner. and yunjin follows you out of the restaurant and disposes of the napkin in front of you. she turns to you with her hand open and waiting for yours. you take it as you both stroll down the streets of paris with full bellies and a noticeably happier mood.

-- day 2

yunjin has managed to convince you (you really don't know how) to go and get caricatures of the both of you for "memories". you groaned at the idea, but there you sat in the small ratty chair in front of the french artist, and waited for this quick drawing. after a few quick minutes, the artist hands you the drawing, showcasing a funny imagery of yunjin stomping your head to the ground as your relationship.

"hey! you can't draw that!" you exclaim as you go over the painting, you can't lie though, the guy was talented.

yunjin just laughs and drops euros into his hand before dragging you away from the chairs. "don't take it too seriously, it's just a drawing." she takes the drawing from your hands before stuffing it into her purse and folding her arms with yours.

"so, what should we do today?" she says to steer you away from thinking about the drawing.

"well actually, i had an itinerary ready for this trip," fishing your phone out of your pocket, you begin listing places that you wanted to take yunjin to. "the louvre?"

she stops her feets and her jaw drops and you can see her happiness just overflowing.

"yes yes yes! you know me too well, lifelong dream to see the mona lisa." she says and you smile, remembering that's why you put it on your itinerary, and soon you're flagging down a cab to head to the louvre.

god, you're never getting over her at this point. you try not to dwell on that thought and instead let things come as they are.

she's busy capturing photos of the mona lisa and other pieces, while you are capturing memories of her in your mind. taking slow steps behind her as she reads through the description of each piece that intrigues her.

she's gorgeous in her dark green leather coat, red hair flowing down her back with her trusty film camera looped around her wrist. she looks like she belongs in an art museum and you're left wondering if you can ask the art curators to put a picture of her as a piece.

once you reach the end of the museum, you begin to realize there really hasn't been any piece that has intrigued you to look at, even when yunjin was admiring the mona lisa, all you could focus on were her gorgeous eyes.

that day, you hope that you can always make her happy, even if she no longer is yours.

"of course we have to go to see the eiffel tower, i don't care that it's cheesy and cliche, we HAVE to go." she explains to you as she's touching up her makeup again. the two of you returned to the hotel after a long day of exploring local attractions, but now yunjin is explaining that you two definitely need to go despite how tired you are.

while she goes on and on about the importance of a paris trip including eiffel tower pictures, you try to keep your eyes open. the warmth of the jacket that you still have on, swallowing you.

"okay okay, we should go." you get up and start rubbing at your eyes, even letting out loud yawns as you put on your shoes. yunjin finally takes a look at you and starts to feel bad for pushing you to do so much today.

"you look tired, we can go another time?" she starts, feeling embarrassed.

you grab a hold of the wall as you tuck the back of the shoe over your sock, "not at all, let's go!"

you look tired, eyes lower than usual. with a stretch and a neck crack, you look more energized and ready to take on the night.

"let's go!" you exclaim, opening your palm for her to hold onto. she can only smile and think about how sweet it is that you are trying to do activities that she wants to do.

"okay, let's go." she responds, your hand wraps around hers tightly as you both get out of the car and walk through the crowd to get closer to the eiffel tower.

while yunjin stares at the little lights adorning the eiffel tower, sparkling like the stars in the sky, you try and take discreet photos of her. thinking about how you are basically in an alternate universe that exists only you and yunjin, and soon reality will return with you alone and single. these photos will remain to remind you that this trip wasn't a dream, what little you have to cling onto.

she's enjoying the night breeze and the liveliness of the people around her, but you're focused on her. she's also capturing photos of the eiffel tower but taking time to snap photos of the people around her. until her camera lands on you, snapping a photo of you, taking a photo of her.

then you both move away from your cameras and look at each other, and time feels like it stops when you both just admire each other. her eyes become glossy and tears are flowing down her cheek.

you make a quick dash to hug her, holding her tightly. you feel her lay her head on your shoulder and you can feel her body wrack into yours, with quiet sobs and she wraps around you like she'll lose you too.

it feels like the world is crashing around you two, with her grabbing onto your jacket and pinching it so hard. you start rubbing her hair in the motion that you know will bring her comfort, as it has done many times before.

you must've been there for a long time, because people are looking at you two in sympathy, a traveling florist even hands you a free rose to cheer you up. you immediately slip the rose into her pocket. and she stops hugging onto you to see the rose in her breast pocket. she smiles a little, and with a shaky voice, "let's go back to the hotel please."

you nod and hold her hand as you two take the long way back. her hand is still very much holding onto yours tightly. and by the time that you two are back in the room, she drops onto the bed and taps the be urging you to join.

you slip off your shoes and jacket and settle on the bed, facing yunjin. she twirls the rose between her fingers and finally looks at you.

"do you know why i broke up with you?" she whispers, and your body has frozen up, yunjin kept the break up very simple. a single 'let's break up.' over coffee and then she left.

"i don't." you whisper back.

"do you want to know?" she whispers back.

"yes, i really do." you sit up and watch her thinking for a while.

"i broke up with you because i didn't feel like you loved me anymore. whenever we hung out it never felt like you cared anymore, you were even inconsiderate at times and i think, no, i believed that you fell out of love with me."

you nod, but each word cracks your heart a little more, thinking about how wrong each word feels. it simply wasn't true, you never stopped loving her and the guilt of making her feel this way makes you want to vomit.

"this whole trip, i feel like i saw the old you again, the you that fell in love with me and showered me with attention." she continues her monologue and breathes harder at the emotions that were being kept at bay. "earlier, when you were taking photos of me and i caught you, it was exactly like our first date, it hurt so bad..." and by now she's sobbing and you're sobbing and it's all just a big mess.

"it hurts so bad that now i know you never fell out of love with me. that i made a mistake by breaking up with you and we've been months apart when we could've had this happy anniversary together." she continues with tears in her eyes and she's holding you close. alternating between crying and talking.

you take in the words openly, understanding the position that you've put her in and how hurt she was by your lack of attention. you can't even deny it either, those last weeks before the breakup felt like a rift between the two of you, neither knowing how to go forward. with yunjin making the final and unfortunate decision of dumping you.

"jen, you mean everything to me, and i'm so beyond sorry if it feels as if i never prioritized you." you are also trembling in her hold as she listens to you, nodding to your words every so often. "i never and mean never fell out of love with you. i'm sorry that it took a vacation to figure this out too."

she stops completely and holds your face in her hands as she completely dives herself into a passionate kiss. searing her lips against yours and pushing you into the bed more.

"you're mine." yunjin speaks in between kisses.

"yours." you move your hands into her hair and pull her close, bodies molding into one as the night goes on.

-- day 3

three quick knocks disturb you from your sleep, you rub your eyes and open them to the harsh rays of the windows.

"cleaning service!" you could hear outside the room, and you examine yourself. naked as ever and clothes all sprawled around, yunjin dead asleep on the other side of the bed.

"shit!" you run to the closet and grab a bathrobe and quickly tie it around yourself as you rush to the door. finally giving one glance at the bird's nest of hair, you pat down the hair as much as you can before opening the door slightly.

"hi! um, we don't need cleaning right now, maybe later?" you ask worriedly, the lady eyes your bathrobe and your hair and gives a smirk before walking away to the next room. you cringe at the idea that she knows exactly what you have been up to and close the door quickly.

"phew." you are relieved that they didn't walk into you and yunjin butt naked for cleaning service. meanwhile, yunjin has approached you from behind and wrapped her arms around you.

"hi, come back to bed." she pulls at your robe and pulls you towards her.

"oh okay..."you're confused but let her pull you back to bed. cuddling with her feels nice and reminds you of the days you spent lounging in each other's place.

"jen! i cannot believe you!" you stand on the far end away from her, backing yourself into a corner.

"what? i didn't do anything wrong." she stalks towards you with a devious smile as she watches you examine yourself in the mirror.

"you mauled my neck!" you exclaim as you claw at your neck looking left and right at the damage she's done. yunjin rather looks proud of her handiwork and instead pulls you onto her lap.

"okay no need to be a big baby about it, let me touch it up." she pulls out her concealer and starts going to town on the many hickeys she's left littered across your neck.

you huff and complain while yunjin lets you drone on while applying concealer until you're satisfied. she doesn't mention the new marks she's dug into your back, quite happy that only she can see them.

you both set out for a much chiller day outside, leisurely walking in parks and chatting while enjoying the parisian weather. you reach a quiet spot in the park, pulling out a blanket and your picnic basket.

yunjin doesn't comment on the humongous scarf that you have wrapped around your neck, but it does make her laugh a bit to see it.

you two are enjoying the nice breeze, when you hear smacking sounds nearby. looking around, you don't spot anything unusual until you notice a couple practically eating each other's mouths off. a closer look and you realize you recognize the two as the couple from the plane into paris.

you immediately turn your head to yunjin, "pss, the couple from the plane is at my six."

she quickly whips her head around and lo and behold the couple is still loudly eating each other's faces off. she laughs at the sight before capturing your lips with hers. "we should beat them."

"jen noooooo." you groan and turn away from her, uninterested at the idea of attracting their attention. she simply laughs and continues to enjoy the picnic. the rest of the trip goes well, often sharing little tidbits of your lives in the past couple months without each other.

after enjoying your "anniversary" trip in paris, you both get ready to go home. holding hands and kissing through the cab ride, plane ride and even through baggage claim.

you spot your sister out front of the pick-up terminal with a big sign "welcome back lovers!" you groan at the sign, of course she would show up with a poster plastering you and yunjin's photos to pick you up.

"she knows we're back together?" yunjin comments in confusion.

"i didn't even tell her, she just kept saying she knew we would get back together when the trip was over." you hold yunjin's luggage as your sister tackles yunjin into a hug, spilling about how much she missed her.

"i'm here too you know...your actual sister." your sister simply swats you away and enthusiastically asks about your trip to yunjin.

you drive off with yunjin's hand in yours and a warm smile as yunjin talks about the trip to your sister.

a/n: i apologize if there's any inaccuracies about paris, i've never been 😭 this post was inspired by a fic i read a longggg time ago. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

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ifearimaybeanamericanidiot · 4 months

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@robins-scoop

Kink Discovery- Pt. 2 (Hands)🤩

C.S.

Summary: Chris notices that you seem to be looking at his hands a lot.

TW: smut

"Ma? Hellooooo-? Earth to ma?" Chris nudges me, his hand pushing my shoulder. His long fingers touching me- fuck.

"Yeah? What is it, Chris?" I force myself to focus on his face.

"You good? You seem really, like, far away."

"Yeah, I'm fine. One hundred percent. I'm good!" I assure him. He squints at me.

"Uh huh...well, do you want to play a couple games with me?" He lets his lip pout slightly.

"I suck ass, but sure. Since you asked so nicely." I tease him slightly. I don't want to get him riled up, but I don't want him to notice my affliction.

He hops up and runs to his room. I take a moment to myself. I need to stop looking at his hands. I need to stop thinking about them wrapped around- Stop. Shit. I get up and force myself to follow the path I know leads to his room.

"What were you wanting to play-?" The last word trails off as I close the door. He's leaning, trying to reach something, but his hand is gripped so tightly around the edge of his desk; I can't help but stare. How could I not?

His head pops back up, and he stands up straight. He smiles all lopsided and it's so soft. He lets go of his desk, flexing his hand out, spreading his fingers and stretching. I want those fingers in- No.

"Hey, you up for a game you'll actually be decent at?"

"Uh, sure?" He pulls up the game. "What is it, exactly?"

"The sims." He grins at me. My chest swells up and I swear I must be dying.

"I love you." I kiss his cheek and he wiggles happily. I sit down and we start playing. Sadly, the sims can only hold my attention for so long. It's about 45 minutes later when my eyes start drifting to his hands.

I can't help it. They're just so pretty. They're perfect, honestly. Perfect to- Nope. Not going there. Come on, just focus on the game. His hands are right there though. Nearly so close I could taste them. God, I wish.

"Ma?" I'm staring. Shit. "Something on my hand-?"

"Nope. No. Nothing. Nothing at all." I quickly respond. I am so smooth, clearly. My cheeks are warm, they must be red. Chris sticks a hand out and touches my scorching face.

"Are you sure?" He moves his hand to my forehead. "You feel warm, babe." He lets his hand slide down the side of my face, coming to cup my jaw. His thumb brushes the corner of my mouth. I can't bite back the noise rising from my mouth.

His face contorts, and his eyes gleam with a new understanding. He places his thumb in the center of my bottom lip, slowly moving it downward. "Open."

My mouth is left agape, and he sneaks his thumb in. "Suck." My body is on autopilot, my mouth automatically sucking on the digit. "Good girl." I moan around his thumb.

I reach for his other hand. He gives it willingly and I move it to exactly where I want it. Now, one hand is occupied with my mouth and the other it up my shirt.

He pulls his thumb back. "Chris no-" I whine, trying to follow his hand. He gives me a look that stops me in my tracks. He adjusts himself in his sweats before returning his hand to my face.

This time, he points two fingers into resting on my lip. I open my mouth before he says anything. He begins to lightly thrust the two fingers into my mouth, never going to far back as to avoid my gag reflex overreacting.

"God, I wish this was 'm dick." He groans. I moan around his fingers, letting my hips oscillate. He groans as he watches my movement. I reach one hand out and place it on the same spot he had previously adjusted. "Shit, your hand is warm."

He moves his own hand down until it's at the apex of my body. I suck harder on his fingers, swirling my tongue around them as a means to deal with myself.

"Fuck ma, just like that. Can't wait to have you do that on 'm dick. Fuck. Need your hand under ma." I move my hand under his waist band. My palm is warm, my fingertips slightly cold, and he hisses as they brush across his sensitive head, spreading the wetness there across the whole length.

It's not long of my hand on him that Chris finishes into my palm. As he finishes, he begins moving his own hand faster than it previously was. "Aw fuck." He groans. "Need my fingers in you ma." He pulls my sweats and underwear down.

No time is wasted, his fingers immediately finding the source of my wetness and plunging in deep. He draws out loud and long noises from me. He forces out moans and groans, whines and whimpers, begging and pleading. Finally, I squeeze his fingers so tightly inside of me that I think I must have crushed them.

"Have a nice time with my hands, I presume?" He teases, kissing my head and removing both of his hands.

"I love you." It's all I can manage.

"I love you too, ma."

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 24

part 1 | part 23 | ao3

cw: alcohol, throwing up, brief reference to canonical character death

"Oh, my god!" Robin barks, nearly throwing herself off-balance again with the force of her laugh. "This is too good, man. You truly cannot escape your babysitting duties."

"Can I help you?" Max seethes.

Help him? Help him? "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She gestures to the guy she's holding onto, some fluffy-haired kid with a cut-off vest covered in safety pins that Steve sort of vaguely recognizes as one of Eddie's friends. Oh, shit. Is Eddie here finally? Has he seen him?

"Wait, where's Lucas?" Steve asks.

"Who cares?" she bites back.

The guy gives a nervous chuckle and loosens his grip on her waist. "Uh-h. Did you say babysitter?"

"He's not actually, Jesus. I'm fourteen; I don't need a babysitter. And he was just leaving, anyway, right?"

Her glare feels like a slap. Girl's got daggers in her eyes, holy shit. It's like she's hoping some of El's powers magically transferred to her; like she's picturing him flying ten feet into the air and landing with a splat on the far side of the concrete, and he doesn't need this. He did not come out tonight to be bullied by a teenager. "Okay, that's it, I'm taking—"

"—me to the punch bowl!" Robin interrupts, putting her hands on Steve's chest to stop him from grabbing Max and hauling her back to the car.

"Robin, what—?"

"Yep!" She shoves him hard, pushing him to the edge of the dance floor. "Silly me, just dying of thirst, ha ha. Okay, cool, see you both later!"

—

"What the hell was that?" Steve demands when they're safely on the far side of the pavilion.

"An intervention."

Oh, my god. May he never hear the word 'intervention' again in his life.

"Un-ruffle your Mother Hen feathers for two seconds and think, would you? One: it would look really, really, seriously weird for you to be seen dragging a dead jock's kid sister kicking and screaming to your car."

A dead jock’s kid sister. Jesus, tipsy Robin has no tact.

"Two: you said we were going to go out and have fun and get, and I quote, 'very drunk.' Take your babysitter hat off for one night. She's a high schooler, and this is a high school party."

"Yeah, I know," he sulks. Doesn't need the reminder that he's technically past the age limit.

"Okay, so then let her have fun! It's not like you weren't out drinking and smoking by her age."

'I'm always so right about everything. I'm, like, cosmically correct.' Goddammit. Steve needs another drink. "I just don't want her to do anything dumb and get hurt."

"She won't. We can just, like, keep an eye on her from a distance, right? Let her come to us if she needs anything."

"So we should just act like your parents?" Steve snorts.

"My parents are amazing, thank you!"

"Your mom offered me mushroom tea once."

"Like I said: amazing."

Steve huffs a laugh, flips his hair out of his eyes and snags a handful of tortilla chips. "Okay," he says around a crunchy bite, "so what's the third thing?"

"Third thing?" Robin asks. She’s not even looking at him anymore, her eyes eager and distracted as she scans the crowd.

"You're biting your lip weird, there's clearly a third thing."

She turns to him, and the smile springs free from its containment, spreading all over her flushed, ecstatic face. "Vickie just showed up."

—

Steve’s hammered.

Whoops.

Didn’t mean to do it; feels a little bad about it as he tips his head up to the sky and all the stars go raining in bright streaks across his vision. Reminds him of the ceiling at Starcourt, nauseous and spinning under a swirl of bright fluorescence. He hopes Rob’s flirting is going well.

He meant to get politely drunk.

A socially appropriate amount.

But then Robin ran off to flirt with Vickie, and Steve was doing his best to just lay low, steer clear of Max and maybe find a way to casually run into Eddie if he could find him, when he spotted the girl he went on that disaster of a date with instead and realized his options were either: stay there by the beer coolers while she came over with her new date and subjected him to the most painful small talk of his life, or retreat to the dark edges of the party with as much booze as he could carry, so.

He's slumped on top of a picnic bench downwind of the bonfire, bad ear ringing, belly full to bursting, trying to remember when one beer became… more than one beer.

Five?

Six, maybe?

Fuck.

“‘M gonna puke,” he confesses to the splintered wood beneath his feet; to the pine bough overhead, the smoky fire at his back.

“Wow,” someone says, an amused lilt to their tone, and Steve knows that voice, he—

Oh, no.

Ohhhh, no.

Now? Really?

Steve whips his head around, opens his mouth to ask ‘Eddie?’ and barfs all over his shoes.

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part 25

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fushipurro · 4 months

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It's a Girl!

☆ Content: f!reader, smut, breeding kink, creampie, praise kink, oral sex, established relationship, pet names

☆ Notes: drabble inspired by the red nail theory as well as a new OPI nail polish i got recently and currently have on quite literally named "it's a girl". also i didn't proofread this for once so hopefully it's fine o7

"fuck─ baby, you look so pretty right now."

toji's hand held a loose grip on the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on his length. fingers twirling over the spots you can't quite encompass and around his heavy balls.

it was taking everything he had to not buck his hips to dig deeper into your throat, settling for gripping the armrest of the couch, risking whether he'd have to buy another one or not later.

you hollowed your cheeks as much as you could, changing to pace to one more slow, more methodical as you stared up at him throwing his head back in response. you pulled back with a pop sound, keeping his shaft in your hands.

"keep your eyes on me, sweet face~," you hummed, taking a page out of his book for all the times he refuses to let you look away as he bullies your cunt. he obliged but with a groan following. "oh, so needy," you purred.

taking his cock back into your mouth once more, you swirled your tongue around the girth as much as you could, meticulously working over his sweet spots like tying a cherry stem.

"fuck, that's it," he cooed, "such a perfect mouth."

you felt yourself needing some attention after being praised so with one hand you reached down and gathered some slick from your folds with a moan humming through his length before rubbing circles over your clit.

a familiar twitch sparked against your tongue that alerted you he was close. you moved off your clit and back to the base of his cock for the full experience to stimulate him through his high.

he stared down at you, his brows knitting together as he came undone, shooting hot ropes of seed down the back of your throat. as you popped off from the tip, you took your own fingers into your mouth to taste yourself, giving the man a show of swallowing.

toji cupped your face with his thick hand, "look at you, shit. you're so pretty." his eyes wandered from your half-lidded beauties down to your fingers glazed in arousal. "pink nails this time? you always look good in pink." he smiled. "what dumb name is this one called?"

"they're not always dumb names," you chuckled. "this one's called 'it's a girl'."

he raised an eyebrow instantly, "yeah? you tryin' to tell me something?"

before you even had a moment to look confused, toji had already pulled you up off the ground, dropping you softly with your back against the fabric as he loomed over your body. he had hooked his arms under your knees, raising them up over his shoulder as he aligned his tip to your entrance.

"is my pretty girl saying she wants me to fuck a baby into her?"

"huh? toj─ ah!" he pushed his length in by several inches, giving you about half a second to adjust before rutting into you.

"that's it, fuck, that's all you had to say, doll." he pressed his body down until his forehead touched your own in a mating press. sweat dripping off onto his skin onto your own as his kissing drowned out your moans. he moved to your neck, rubbing against you finding the perfect sweet spot to latch onto you. "you want me to fill you up, right? make you a mama?"

"ah fuck─ toji!"

he bit down on your neck. "tsk tsk sweetheart, you're going to have to start calling me something different from now on." he smirked.

"mphm, w-what?" your brain was turning to mush with his tip hitting all the right places. squelching noises filling the room with every clap of his balls against your ass.

the knot in your stomach grew tighter, wanting to so badly for relief to wash over you but then he just stopped pushing with his tip just left stranded at your entrance.

"come on," he grunted, "you know what to say, i won't give you a baby unless you say it."

it was quickly becoming unbearable, all that teasing you did to him earlier for naught as he knew perfectly how to make you fall apart from his touch. you're beyond desperate for him to keep going, dumb off his fat cock.

"fuck fuck toj─ daddy! please please please fill me, daddy!"

and with those magic words he pushed right back in and deeper than before, kissing right up against your cervix with every thrust. "goood girl. gonna fill you right up, okay? fuck you're gonna look so pretty carrying my baby in you."

his thrusts started to grow sloppy, the timing of your euphoric releases about to perfectly coincide together. toji moved his lips back to yours just as messily so he could see your starstruck eyes unravel.

"cum for daddy," he purred, sliding his wet thumb down over your pearl as best as he could, swirling circles to finally make you shatter, singing his name in a stream of moans. "there, that's it, mama. fuck, i love you so much, y/n."

"ngggh─ god, toji!"

as your walls spasmed around his cock, he quickly finished chasing his high, once again coating your velvet walls in white. you clenched your legs around his waist to draw him closer with all your strength, sucking him for every last drop he was worth.

your head fell back against the cushions as you panted for air. toji kept himself buried in your even as his seed leaked outside your cunt. you felt empty when he finally pulled out, absentmindedly clenching around nothing craving his return.

he chuckled watching this, using his fingers to gather the loose beads and push them right back inside you, leaving a kiss to your clit.

after a moment he stood up, lifting you off the couch and bringing you to your spot on the bed. he went to retrieve a washcloth to clean you off as you finally came back to reality.

"how you feelin', sweetheart?" he asked, settling himself behind you and pulling your back flush against his body, arms holding your around your waist.

"like i'm going to have to go buy a crib later." you teased, making him laugh right up into your ear. "i didn't think you wanted to have any kids yet if ever."

"mmm," he hummed in thought, closing his eyes and pressing soft kisses on the back of your neck, "i want whatever makes you happy. if you want a baby girl then that's what i'll give ya."

"and if it's a boy?" you turned your head to look over your shoulder at him.

he returned your gaze with a sly grin, "then i'll just have to fuck you as many times as it takes and more for you, mama."

you laughed, meeting his lips once more, "well, i'm fine either way so long as the baby is healthy and i have you."

"you're so good to me. i don't know what i'd do without ya, y/n."

"neither can i, toji. i love you."

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villainousauthor · 2 months

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As the concrete and steel groans above Hero ominously, threatening to collapse further, they could only hope help would find them soon. The both of them.

Hero looks towards where they know Villain is in the darkness, wondering how injured they might be. As if somehow feeling their gaze, they speak up. "Y'know if I had to make a list of the worst ways I've spent a Friday night.."

They've been acting too calm about this, making occasional quips, and Hero knows with almost certainly Villain is more hurt than they're letting on.

"I don't wanna hear about what nights you think are worse than this. This is pretty damn bad! And you should be taking this more seriously."

Villain's familiar laugh echoes around them. "I have had worse, even if you don't believe it. At least this time, I have some decent company."

"Can it with the flattery. I can't even deal with you right now." Hero snaps, voice shaking with pure anger. At least that's what they tell themselves, not wanting to admit to the fear swirling in their chest.

They hear Villain shuffling around slightly, and they can't tell if they're moving closer or further away or if they're simply repositioning themselves to make whatever injuries they're lying about more comfortable.

"I take it you're mad at me?"

Hero rolls their eyes. "Of course I'm mad! You brought a whole building down! On top of me!" Their voice is raising, and they have to remember that they need to stay calm or risk bringing more rubble down.

"Hey, the building coming down was an unintended side effect," Villain protests, "and besides, I did my best to shield you from the collapse." This part was at least true, Hero can remember Villain threw themselves at them at the last moment, trying to cover Hero's body with their own. Hero doesn't know why, and the thought of this fact has their stomach twisting with an emotion they don't understand.

"Just... just save it. You're wasting whatever oxygen we have down here." The way the building fell luckily allowed a little bit of space around them, the what must be tons above them being held up by a few precarious beams and pieces of metal. Still, the space was tight, barely enough to lift their head up. They didn't want to worry about running out of air on top of everything else.

"I'm not worried about oxygen. I'm pretty sure I feel a little bit of air flow over here." Villain says casually, like they're commenting on the weather.

This gives a small spark of hope inside Hero. If there's airflow..."Where? Maybe someone could hear us from here!" Hero reaches over towards Villain's side of the confined space, searching for it. Instead, almost immediately, they feel something wet and warm.

"Villain...what is this?" Hero asks, voice dropping into something quiet and fearful of the answer. It feels thick and slightly sticky. They're afraid they already know.

"I have no idea to what you mean." Villain's voice sounds exactly how it does when they're lying. Hero feels anger rising in them again, though for a different reason this time.

"I'm serious, what is this." Hero doesn't miss the metallic smell and is becoming more serious. "You said you weren't hurt that badly!" They wanted to scream and punch things right about now.

Villain sighs. "I wasn't trying to worry you more. Besides its fine, I've-"

"I swear to god, if you say you've been hurt worse, I will kill you." Hero interrupts, voice shaking. This is becoming too much. Their head was swimming, they don't know what to do.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll have to face your wrath anyways if I do manage to make it out of here." Villain laughs, as if none of this worries them.

Hero resists the urge to shove Villain. "Don't. Stop saying 'if'. You will face my anger once we're out of here."

"Yes, yes, I'm sure I'll have to bend over backward to make this up to you. Not that I'm complaining." Hero could hear the smirk on their face even if they couldn't see it.

"Just... shut up. And keep pressure on that wound if you can. I'm going to keep calling for help."

Villain just chuckles, and Hero can feel their hand reaching for their own, as if to calm Hero.

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pedge-page · 6 months

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Plushies 3 - Cluster

The plushies continue!! Follows Puppy

Joel Miller x F!Reader - everyone takes a bath! And introducing Teddy Jr

Plushies Series Masterlist

Can be read as stand-alone

Warnings: unprotected sex, bathtub sex, stuffed animal humping, language, pet names, Daddy kink, squriting, derogatory names (lots of slut/slutty), one mention of reader's period

18 + ONLY

Joel was staying over the night again, kissing down your neck as you led him to the bedroom. You plopped down on the duvet, reaching to undo his jeans as he stared down at you with dark eyes. He fell down on top of you, bringing your lips back to his.

"Little pussy needy all day, huh? Just dying to get me in your bed already," he breathed against your neck, licking at your pulse and down the v neck of your shirt to nip at the top of your breasts.

You tug his hair back up to you to swallow his insaitable tongue. His fingers intertwine with yours as he dragged them over the sheets, above your head to keep them pinned.

His brows furrowed, pulling away. He looked above you at the rest of the bed. "Where are they?"

You're left breathless, wondering why he had stopped. "What?"

Joel leaned up away from you, scanning the rest of the room. There was a disturbing lack of certain somethings that he had gotten so used to seeing and throwing off your bed (and occasionally playing with.) "The..." he started squeezing his hand like pumping a air press, looking for the word.

"....plushies?"

He nodded.

"They're taking a bath."

He looked back down at you. "They're what?"

You giggled, pushing him off you and leading him hand in hand to the bathroom.

Joel followed you skeptically. As you drew open the shower curtains, he stared down with absolutely nothing flowing through his mind.

"See?"

Indeed he did see. A shit ton of sopping wet stuffed animals shoved in your bathtub soaking in a water like it was the Olympic water dancing team.

"Wh—just." He held out his hand in a stop-gesture. "Why?"

"They're taking a bath, Joel."

He blinked at your completely serious face. "Baby, we need to have a serious discusion about your mental state over these things."

"Joel they're DIRTY. Plus my in-unit washer can't handle bulk items so I gotta wash all pillows and blankets and ... them, in here."

Both physically wash and spiritually: a sort of purification too with the horny adventures you had been sharing with them because of Joel.

Joel's eyes were glued to the happy sea of colors, dead eyes mixed smily faces swirling around in the water, beckoning him.

He rubbed his thumb over hip tip lip, his tongue ghosting the trail. "Strip."

"Excuse me?"

"Strip, dirty girl. You need a cleanin', too," he said, pulling the edge of your shirt over your head.

"Joel, I'm not..."

"Shut the fuck up and get in the tub."

You zipped your lips and followed his command on instinct. Joel watched you hungrily while slowly pulling his jeans down. Once you were both naked, he titled his head towards the tub. "Get in," he smirked.

Jaw clenching, you do as you're told dipped your toes in. Luckily the water was still warm since you had just thrown them in there before Joel came over. You wiggled between the heavy plushies that were floating around before submerging your lower half fully. Joel scooted in behind you so that his hard cock was resting right against your lower back.

"Joel , this tub isn't exactly a two seater."

He ignored you and stroked your hair possesively, kissing the back of your head with his eyes closed. He began rubbing your shoulders and neck, making you lean further against him in comfort. "Feel good, baby?"

You hummed contently. His callous hands continued their soft rub over your neck, collarbone, shoulders, arms, down to chest and finally settling on your breasts, cupping them in his massive palms with a firm squeeze. His thumbs flicked against your pebbled nipples, the whiskers of his face dancing along your cheek as he kissed and sucked.

You moaned lowly, rolling your head. "Senitive."

"Mmm I know, you get like this before your period huh? This little body needs a spa day, angel." The constant press of Joel's chest against your back and the heavy plushies floating around you felt soothing like a full body massage.

Joel seizes a small beanie baby snake from the tub and drapes it over your face, covering your eyes. "Joel, what the f—"

"Shhhhh. Let me relax you."

He continued to press his fingers all over your wet body, over the valley of your breasts, down your naval, swirling his fingertips over your belly before lightly dragging back with his nails.

He fished one soaked animal and placed it on your chest, then another on your thighs and stomach. You feel the weight of their water soaked fullness pressing against you.

"They're all so wet, honey." His fingers slipped lower until they were inching to the insides of your thighs. He patted the little fat of it twice, signaling you to lift it up and spread. His warm hand wrapped around your calf and placed it over the edge of the tub, exposing your cunt under the water.

His digits pressed into you pussy, making you hiss. "Haaaahhh, wet down here too?" His tsked you.

"'S just the water."

"Baby girl, I can feel the difference. Your little pussy is gushin'." You couldn't see him, but you could feel his hot breath against your wet skin, prickles of his beard brushing your cheek, his nose nudging your ear. "'M just tryin to relax you. Don't know why you're gettin' all turned on from your little friends in the bath with you. Horny little thing."

Your hand went around his wrist as he swirled your swollen clit, teasingly dipping just his fingertips into your hole.

"Want it, daddy," you piped, turning to kiss the tip of his nose.

You whined when his hand left the space between your legs, but it was quickly followed by a loud moan when you felt something soft replace it. He dragged your favorite teddy bear between your legs, rubbing your pussy against it, the hard eyes occasionally slipping betwen your folds and nudging your clit. "Someone's here to play with you."

Yoy bit your lower lip, rocking your hips against the solid press of the drenched plushie. Of course it's this one, the bear Joel bought you on your first Valentines together. You could feel the distinct ridge of its patterned dotted nose. Each movement of his hand chruned through the water, punching into you with small humps and flat palmed rubs through the heavy fabric. The added weight of the ones on top of you heightened your senses all over.

He watched from your neck, the way your chest seized and stutted at each breath, tits jiggling against the two plushies he has planted there, the water pouring from them and dripping over your body back into the pool below. He kept one hand resting firmly on your spread knee so that it stayed over the lip of the tub, keeping you spayed out and pliant for his view.

He had almost forgetting ache of his cock, straining uncomfortably against your back. "Sit up," he whispered. You obliged, lifting your butt up from the bottom of the tub just enough so that he could position himself right below you, his member pressing right at your hole.

The snake plush and others fell off your body as you glanced down, waiting for the inevitably drop on to his perfect cock. "Daddy," you warned.

"Take your seat."

You slid down on his cock, head thrown back over his shoulder as he filled your guts.

"Perfect fuckin' fit, tight pussy needed Daddy's fat fucking cock, didn't she?"

Before you could begin bouncing, Joel grabbed a few wet plushes and began dragging them over your body like a sponge, rubbing over your sensitive nubs and down between where you two are joined. You started grinding down on him, hands on the wall and lip of the tub to keep you steady as you impaled yourself.

He pressed your teddy bear between your spread legs, rubbing it against your clit while he fucked up into you. "Whole family watchin' you get dirty, baby."

Thr obscene sound of the water splashing from his movements filled the air. You watched their beady eyes conveinently float to all stare directly at you while Joel pumped you over his length.

"P-please don't say it like that."

He smiled behind his back, pushing the face of the bear closer, its hard nose running along his moving length and your entrance. "Oh f-fuck, Teddy!"

"Tell Teddy you love him."

"I -I love you..."

"Teddy," Joel finishes. "The whole thing now." He continued to guide your waist with one hand up and down, slowing increasing your pace until his tip was smacking that sweet spot inside you he knew like the back of his hand.

"L-love—oh God yeah right there! Right there baby!! Fuck yes-love-- Love you-" you cried out as your orgasm approached—"I love you, Daddy!"

"Oh fuck—dirty fucking girl—ain't cleaning shit. Gonna fuckin wreck this slutty pussy with my cum. Like having Teddy rub his fuckin face on ya? Bet you use it when I'm not home, humping him between those gorgeous thighs, riding his face. Teddy ain't gonna fill your slutty pussy up with his cum like Daddy can."

He fisted the bear tightly, rubbing at ridiculous speeds against your clit, water sloshing back and forth in the tub. You tip toes stuttered to hold you up as your climax crashed, your moans echoing in the bathroom.

"That's it, that it sweet girl, cum on Teddy's face and Daddys cock, workin ya so good, sweetest little tight cunt ever." He continued to man handle you like a doll, fucking up into you with precision to get to his own orgasm while simultaneously extending yours.

He felt the familiar twitch inside you. "Oh shit, you gonna squirt? Nasty girl, always soakin her little plushies. Spray you fuckin pussy juiced all over them!"

You squeezed your eyes shut and let it out, Joel removing the bear so you could gush out over the heads of all your stuffed animals helplessly bobbing in the water.

Your legs give out, collapsing down on the full length of his dick as deep as possible, both of you gasping out suddenly as Joel's cock unexpectedly throbs, releasing his seed deep into your womb. "Holy—holy f-ffuckkkk" he wrapped his arms around your body, holding you tightly as he pumped his hips a few final times before fully emptying himself inside you.

You both breathed heavily, the ripples of water slowly fading to stillness.

"Bath water ain't gonna cut it now, babe. You're gonna need a priest and holy water to get these fuckers clean."

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This ones just a bit longer, Sorry!

Next: Teddy

#pedro pascal smut #joel miller smut #joel miller fan fiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #last of us fanfiction #last of us smut #joel miller fanfiction

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dragon-kazansky · 3 months

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Symphony of dreams

Morpheus x Female Reader

You are his lover. When Morpheus was captured, you fell into the deep sleep. He has no idea until he returns to his realm where Lucienne tells him what happened. Unable to help you until he gets his tools back, he is more determined than ever to get his full power back.

{Masterlist}

{Next Chapter}

Warnings: None really. Just the start of the story.

Chapter One - See you soon

☆☆☆

The Dreaming. The place people go to at the end of the day. When they're all tucked up in bed and drifting off, they come here. A realm full of stories and adventures. A realm where dreams and nightmares thrive.

The Dreaming is also home. Home to many creatures and beings. It is the realm of the lord of dreams and king of nightmares. Dream. That is how he is commonly known. Morpheus, to those who really know him. He's Darling to his wife.

His wife. A woman he met many years ago. She was a gift to him. A gift he fell in love with once he learned how to open his heart to her. She has been by his side for many moons now.

This is their kingdom. Their life. Their home.

Now, Morpheus was about to leave his realm in search of a rouge nightmare. It wasn't often anyone left The Dreaming, but occasionally, Morpheus had walked among the mortals.

He stood on the steps of his throne, tools in hand, preparing to make his leave. The Corianthian was free, and he had to stop him. Beside him, his wife stood with his helm in hand. She looked just as beautiful as she always did. Lucienne stood at the bottom of the stairs, a glint of worry etched into her gaze.

"My lord, you are coming back, aren't you?"

"Why would I not return, Lucienne?" Morpheus asks.

"Of course he will come back," you say, looking at your husband. "He will always come back."

Morpheus looks at you with a gentle gaze in his eyes. His hand is being held by your free one. He loves the way your fingers curl around his.

"As powerful as you are here in your realm, dreams rarely survive on the waking world." Lucienne explains.

Morpheus takes his helm from you and puts it on. You take a few steps down to stand beside Lucienne. Morpheus takes his leather pouch out and pours some sand into his palm.

"Nightmares, on the other hand, seem to thrive there."

With a quick gesture, Morpheus throws the sand up, and it swirls around him. You do not take your eyes off him until he is no longer standing on the steps of his throne.

You sigh softly.

"See you soon, my love."

☆☆☆

"My lady, if I may?" Lucienne approaches you as you read in the library. Morpheus had been gone no longer than 45 minutes so far.

"Yes? What is it, Lucienne?"

"If I may say, do you really think it was a good idea to let him go?"

You smile as you close the book in your hand and look up at her. "Morpheus is capable. He can bring our nightmare back home. Have trust in him, Lucienne. He will come back to us soon."

Lucienne offers a smile and nods. She leaves you alone to continue reading. However, the book no longer holds your interest. You look at the ring on your finger.

"Come back to me, darling."

☆☆☆

2 hours have passed. There has been no word nor a whisper about what was happening in the Waking World.

You were sitting on the steps of the throne room, waiting. In your hands, you played with your ring, needing to feel aome aspect of him. The ruby sparkled, but it showed your nothing of where he was.

"My lady."

Jessamy flew in and landed nearby.

"Jessamy."

"He will return. He would never just leave."

"I know. I'm just worried."

The raven cocks her head to the side as she looks at you. She can see the worry on your face. Your eyes focus on the way you turn your ring between your fingers.

"The Corianthian is a complicated being." Jessamy tries to softly remind you. "Perhaps Morpheus is just having a hard tike locating him."

"Perhaps..."

Or perhaps something has gone wrong.

☆☆☆

A whole day passes. Morpheus has not returned home. You're pacing the floor of your chambers. You grow restless with each hour that passes without a word from him. Morpheus has never left you without a word before. He would have contacted you by now.

The worry seeps into your bones as you whisper his name and try to calm your racing mind.

A knock sounds at your door.

"Yes?"

Lucienne comes in and looks at you. The expression on her face tells you that there is still no news.

"I need to find him."

"My lady, you must not leave the realm. Please, rest."

"How can I rest when I don't know where he is? Morpheus would have sent word if he needed mkre time. Something has gone wrong, I can feel it."

Lucienne reaches out to rub your arms gently. She tries to get you to focus on her, needing you to calm down a little.

"I am aware Lord Morpheus would never leave you this long without sending a message back. I, too, fear something may have happened, but we must remain calm. This realm needs a ruler until his return, and he has bestowed that role to you. Please, my lady, get some rest. Who knows, he may be by your side when you wake." She offers you another smile.

You take her words to heart and nod. Lucienne leaves you in your room. You can not help but worry. However, you do as she suggests and get some rest.

You climb into the bed, which feels colder without Morpheus because you, and close your eyes.

"Come home, Morpheus."

☆☆☆

Lucienne knocked on the door to your chambers. No one had seen as of yet that day. It was unlike you to sleep in unless Morpheus had kept you up.

"My lady?" She calls, knocking on the door again.

No answer.

"My lady?" She tries once more.

Still no answer.

"Forgive me, my lady." She whispers as she opens the door herself. She is greeted by the sight of you in bed, fast asleep.

Lucienne approaches the bed. She would never dare enter your chambers without permission before, but it seemed you needed slight assistance in getting up today. Perhaps your heart was saddened by Morpheus not being present and needed the extra rest.

She felt for you.

"My lady, you must wake."

You did not stir.

"My lady?" She frowns as she takes in your current status. Something feels wrong. Lucienne reaches out and touches your hand lightly.

Something is wrong.

"My lady?"

☆☆☆

Days turn into weeks. Weeks turn into months. Months turn into years.

Morpheus sits in his glass cage, trapped by the circle around him. Rodrick Burgess did this. He had tried to summon Death but instead received her younger brother. Now he was trapped.

Rodrick Burgess kept Dream down in his basement, stripped of his clothes and his tools. Morpheus had no way to contact The Dreaming. He had no way of contacting you.

His beloved wife. He missed you. He missed the sound of you voice. He missed your eyes. He missed the touch of your hand.

His ring. It was missing. They had stolen that, too.

Morpheus was without you entirely. These mortals had taken him away from his kingdom and away from his wife.

Vengeance.

He needed it.

☆☆☆

A century had passed. Morpheus had seen Alex Burgess grow old. Rodrick had since died, and Alex took over.

Morpheus could only hope his imprisonment would soon end. He had to return home. He had to return to you.

Alex had come down to the basement one last time. He pleaded once more. Morpheus, as always, said nothing. He just watched. Alex used the same words they had told him for decades. It would change nothing.

Alex gets back in his wheelchair and Paul takes him away, the wheel of the chair rubbing away a line from the circle. They had no idea what they had just done.

Morpheus waited.

He watched the two guards currently watching over him. One of them was talking about a holiday. Sun, sea, sand. Perfect. Morpheus looked at him. The guard yawned.

Today was the day Morpheus went home.

Using that dream, Morpheus escaped into it.

In the Waking World, the guard was shooting at the glass of his cage. It cracked and weakened. Soon, it shattered, and Morpheus was able to get out. In his hand was sand that he had taken from the dream. He blew it gently. The guard went to sleep, and Morpheus turned around to enter the portal back home.

But first, he had to deal with Alex.

☆☆☆

Alex Burgess would never wake up again. Eternal sleep was his punishment. For now, that was good enough. Morpheus was free to return to his realm and see the damage that had been done from being away so long.

He mostly just wished to see you again. A century was far too much time to be away from your side. His heart ached to be with you again.

Lucienne knew he had returned. She felt it.

Far out from the gates of his realm, he lay in the sand. Lucienne ran all the way out there to get him. She had never felt such relief before.

She ran over and shook him gently, waking him up. His blue eyes opened, and he saw her familiar and friendly face. He was home.

"Lucienne," he whispered her name.

"Your home, my lord." Lucienne was beyond happy.

"I am." He smiled.

She helps up to his feet. He takes a moment to look around. Lucienne is alone. He can only assume you are waiting back in the palace for him. The thought of seeing your smile again made his heart burst with joy.

The two make their way to the gates. Morpheus opens them. They slow open.

"Forgive me, sir, but the realm, the palace, they are not as you left them." Lucienne says, looking at him solemnly.

Morpheus looks at his realm.

Everything was in disarray. The palace was crumbling, falling apart. The luscious greens that surrounded his palace were gone. The realm looked... empty.

"What happened here?" He asks. His home, his realm, was nothing like it was. "Who did this?"

"My lord, you are The Dreaming. The Dreaming is you. With you gone as long as you were, the realm began to decay and crumble."

"And the residents? The palace staff?" Morpheus asks.

"I'm afraid most have gone."

"Gone?"

"Some went looking for you."

"And the others?"

"They thought, perhaps, you had grown weary of your duties, and..."

"What? Abandoned them?" He didn't want to believe such a thing. "Had they so little faith in me? Had my own subjects not known me?"

"If I may, sir, there is one other thing..." Lucienne said, not sure exactly how she was going to break this news to him.

"What is it?"

"It's about your wife, my lord."

Morpheus felt his blood run cold. Had you abandoned him, too? Had you, the woman he adored above all others, lost faith in him?

"Where is she?" He asks.

"Inside, sir."

Morpheus turns back to his palace. You were still here. You hadn't left. He cursed himself for even doubting you. You would never leave him, not willingly.

He makes his way toward the palace, or what's left of it. Lucienne follows him, knowing he does not yet know the full extent of what happened.

"Where is she, Lucienne?" He asks.

"In your chambers, my lord. But sir -" Lucienne doesn't get to finish what she wants to say before he is at your door. He knocks, but there is no answer. He opens the door, ready to scoop you into his arms and never let go of you again.

However, the sight the greets him is far from what he expected. Morpheus swears he hears his own heart shatter.

"No..."

You lay in the bed, peaceful, quiet, asleep. He walks over to the side of the bed slowly and looks down at you. He reaches out to touch your hand.

"How long?"

"My lord-"

"How long has she been asleep?" He looks up at Lucienne.

"I assume, from the moment you were trapped. I told her to rest while we waited for your return. She... did not wake again."

Morpheus turns back to you and caresses your cheek lightly with his finger.

"I will bring all the dreams and nightmares back home." He says softly. "I will fix this." He does not take his eyes off of you. "I will wake you from your dreamless slumber, and we will be together again. I promise," he whispers.

Lucienne can only watch her king gaze at his beloved. She had done everything she could to keep things going in his absence, but she knew this would hurt the most.

The Dreaming would be rebuilt. That much, he was sure of.

☆☆☆

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umeoniii · 1 year

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aot women during sex

pt 1: mikasa, hange, annie

!: fem bodied reader, hange uses she/her and is afab, cannabis in annie’s.

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mikasa: mika is definitely a sub. there's only few times where you'd see her otherwise. she's vocal but not super during sex. only allowing little hiccups and whimpers to escape her lips. she's also a crier, not like sobs but like tears streaming down her cheeks typa cry. she likes to have sex whenever you do, she doesn't really ask for it often bcs she gets nervous. you assure her that you like it when she's clear about what she wants, she still never asks either way. she likes to scissor or just eat you out vise versa. she tries to give but it doesn't always work out, she doesn't like always receiving so she suggests 69 a lot, so the both of you will experience pleasure.

★彡

you came home after a long days work of running errands, to be greeted with your girlfriend lying on the couch. she sat with her head buried into her hands. you put down your bags and come and sit yourself next to her "mika, baby what's wrong?" you pull up her chin. her glossy eyes look up.

“i tried something new today, didn't go so well." she said softly. you pulled her closer.

"what'd your try today 'hun?"

she buried her face back into her hands in an embarrassed manner.

you had no clue what she could've done that made her like this, mostly everything did but like she was so flustered it had to be something more.

“i said what'd you do today baby?"

she picked her head up with a small smile on her face, she cupped her hands and whispered to you.

"mhm, the other day, i was shoppin' online and i had saw somthin that caught my eye." she paused

“i know you're always busy n' stuff but i cant help that i have feelings too, so i bought it, but things just aren't the same." she said teary eyed.

"what are you tryna say, mikasa?" as you looked at her you couldn't help but notice how genuinely ashamed she looked. you already assumed what she was gonna sputter out, but you wanted her to say it for herself, she was a big girl after all, she can use her words.

"i bought a vibe n' a dildo." she said looking at her red fuzzy socks.

you weren't surprised she indulged in something like that, you actually had thought about it deeper, what she'd look like stuffin' her dildo into her pussy, whining trying not to let out anything louder than a small cry.

you looked back at her.

"so mikasa you masturbated, why are you all sad n' shit?"

she looks over at you shaky.

"because.."

"because what?"

“i didn't want the dildo or the vibrator." she said softly

"then why'd you buy it?"

you knew that's not at all what she meant, you were fucking with her. you wanted her to voice what she had actually wanted.

"no no i meant i didn't want the dildo or the vibrator cause..”

you turn your head towards you and mikasa’s calico cat, bunnie, rubbing against your leg. you rub his head with a soft smile.

"cause i want you to do it, not plastic or silicone, or whatever it's fuckin' made of." she mumbles

thats all you needed to hear.

"c’mere" you beckon her to sit on your lap, she sits herself down.

you look at her, your hands leading to her plush ass. you lean in to kiss your girlfriend. your lips sinking into eachother, pink tongues swirling around eachothers mouths. you work your hands up her shirt fondling her tits.

and squeezing her nipples until they're rock hard. you stop the kiss and look at her.

mikasa has always been such a cutie. her short black hair, silver eyes, and an ass that anyone couldnt help but stare at. though she was so tough and scary at times, she was still so scared to even ask her girlfriend to have sex.

"how'd it feel?" you ask her.

“it was okay, i like it better when you do it though."

she pulls off her cashmere sweater, the one her parents got her for christmas. how would they feel if they knew how quickly she was to take it off at a time like this? you notice she wasn't even wearing her bra under it, or panties. she was quick to pull off your shirt, and jeans. you helped by unclamping your bra and taking off your underwear. she pulled off your bra and threw it across the living room.

leaving the two of you in nothing but the matching necklace you two had bought for eachother on your anniversary.

as mikasa still sat on your lap you felt her wet pussy rubbing against your leg. she couldn't even help herself anymore as she rocked her hips and rode your knee. her slick wetting your thigh. her soft whines were like a never ending symphony, something you would never get tired of.

you picked your girlfriend up and lied her on her back, putting your head in between her legs, looking at her puffy clit and glimmering pussy. you start licking at her lips before she stops you.

"you know you don't always hafta’ do all the work.” she says softly

you hover your dripping cunt over hers and put her leg over your shoulders. you and her make eye contact for a second before she gives you a quick nod.

you start rolling your hips, your puffy clit and hers making continuous contact. the only sound in the room are those of mikasa's cries.

she starts grabbing at her breasts trying hard not to get louder than she wants to.

" 's okay baby, you can be louder." you assure her rubbing her flushed cheeks.

just as your wet bud bumped against hers you heard her sniffling, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whines.

"y/n oh my god." she gasps gripping the arm of the couch.

cream coated both your pussies as you continue grinding on your lover. you tried to stifle a moan as your girlfriend grabbed hold of your breasts. twisting and pinching your nipples.

as you hover over mika your necklace dangles over her head, casting a sun shaped shadow over her breasts.

you continue riding your girlfriend until you feel the sensation you get before your about to cum. so good it reminds you of what it feels like to finally sneeze after losing it many times.

"mika 'm bout to cum." you say softly looking at your raven haired girlfriend.

she moves a strand of her hair stuck to her hair from sweat. you continue rocking your hips as you feel your climax fall onto you. covering your mouth with one hand as you let out a quiet yelp.

your girlfriend continues to ride as your body trembles from overstimulation. as you look down on your girlfriend, vison blurry you watch as her breast bounced up and down. you admire your girlfriend as she cums.

gripping the couch, eyes tightly shut, mouth agape gasping for air. god, mikasa's adorable.

she covers her eyes with her arm.

whispering to herself

“the vibrator got me no where, that's why it didn't go well."

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hange: mi favorita, love her. hmmmm. hange is a soft dom, not aggressive. everyone says this and i agree: she's up to trying new things. hange's the opposite of mikasa and is very vocal, a little too vocal. she moans, groans, whimpers, whines all of it. she grips things too. she's lowkey really aggressive twoards herself during sex. she loves giving, more than receiving. she literally doesn't care about positions. what she likes to do is eat her s/o out. it's the reason she lives and breathes. she likes it way more than grinding against her lover.

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“fuck han, keep goin!" you moan pulling at your girlfriends hair. you were sitting on the sink of levi's bathroom. he would've been pissed if he knew why you and hange suddenly intruded his blabbing about vacation to use his bathroom.

so while hange was eating you out, the others all sat downstairs hopefully worrying about the vacation and not the long time you and hange were in the bathroom.

she pushed her glasses up to where they sat in her hair and pushed her index and middle fingers in you. causing you to almost scream. as soon as she heard that she got up and pulled you into a long steamy kiss in hopes you'd shut up. putting you into a trance. she continued fingering you, your cum and juices staining your skirt and the counter.

"mm, bouta' cum." you break the kiss. she kisses you cheek, then works her way down to your neck sucking on your sweet spot. you close your thighs and squeeze her arm.

"stop, they're gonna see it."

she looks at you with an irritated face.

"say a spider bit you." she continues

"he's not gonna believe that, he would never in a million years have a spider in his home." you whine.

she slaps your thigh.

"shut up."

cum soaks hange's fingers as you reach your climax, clenching around her fingers and rolling your eyes back. you set your head back onto the mirror behind you.

"all that whining and complainin' made me oh so aroused. say you'll help me out wouldia?" she smirks

"but we've been in here long enough!" you whisper scream

“i don't care, you did nothing but complain the whole time, if you don't wanna do something for me, then i'll just make sure they all see what we were really doing." she says with a straight face

did she really have no shame? you were scared coming in here because you already knew what she was going to do.

"fine.” you say in defeat sighing.

she sits on the sink as you get on your knees and pull down her pants and underwear.

her cunt glinted and dripped. she grabbed your head and forced you to start licking. it didn't take much to make her cum, especially considering what type timing you guys were on, that was already enough to fully arouse her.

you sucked on her hardened clit, and forced your two fingers in between her puffy folds.

"fuck, you're so good to me y/n.” she says looking down at you. you look up to meet the twinkle in her eyes as she said that.

you lick at her clit like a hungry puppy, rubbing your thumb on her tummy.

you rub her rigid g-spot more causing her to squirt all over your fingers, the mess getting all over levi's freshly mopped floors. she closes her legs and let out a shaky sigh.

you look up at her in horror, afraid of the mess you guys made in his bathroom.

"i told you it would be quick." she winked putting her glasses back on.

"what about the mess" you say scared, thinking of the possible consequences.

"we'll clean it, and let's just tell him it took long because we were snooping around upstairs and found something funny, k?" she says panting, staring at the ceiling.

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annie: annie is soft dom as well. she likes scissoring A LOT. as well as 69. she also likes when her s/o sits on her face. (i want annie so bad). she's a little vocal sometimes sayin "fuck" quietly but that's really it, it doesn't mean she's not enjoying it though. she cares about both her and her s/o's pleasure she likes giving though. she's the type to have sex high asf tbh with nothing but u on her mind.

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after a long week, there's nothing like staying at your friend annie's house and getting high. it's one of the only things you look forward to anymore. she opens the door for you beckoning you to come to her room and sit on the bed.

you sit on her comfortable black sheets and pull out your roller and paper, rolling the blunt. lighting it then placing it in between your lips you inhale then exhale. the citrusy taste coating your throat and taste buds.

after a few more puffs you already feel like you're on cloud nine. you look over at your friend who was eating a whole strawberry shortcake. you let out a quiet snort.

"why do you have a whole cake?" you look at her.

"don't know, i've been craving cake for a while, so i picked one up earlier" you laugh, getting comfortable in her bed.

you look up to see her offering you a fork so you can both chow down on it. she licks the frosting off her fork.

“i bet you taste sweeter.” she whispers rubbing your thighs, looking up, earl sweatshirt playing in the backround.

you look over at her, snatching the blunt from her, straddling her lap.

she looks up at you with a lazy smirk.

she slides her hands under your shirt still maintaining eye contact.

she cups your breasts under your shirt.

you bite your lips trying to stifle your moan.

she gets closer to your face, lips parted and meets your lips with a steamy kiss. the taste of cannabis lingering in the kiss. she squeezes your breasts even harder. you let out a breathy moan into the kiss.

she lies her head back onto the head board with you still on her lap, "want you on my face.” she whispers looking at the ceiling gripping your hips.

you push her down to where she's laying on her back then she pulls your shorts and panties off hungrily.

you hover your wet pussy over her mouth, she grabs your thighs and pulls you down on her face. you ride her face and nose as she laps at your cunt.

as you ride her face you move your hands down to her sweatpants, sliding your hands down her underwear. fingering her soaked pussy.

she moans into your cunt, her nails digging into your thighs.

you move your fingers up, rubbing at her hard clit, she closes her legs softly and starts shoving her tongue into your hole.

"annie feels... good." you moan, ruffling her hair.

she looks up at you her eyes red, still the blue stands out.

saliva running down the side of her cheeks and neck. her nose and your puffy clit creating friction.

"fuck, y/n”, she groans into your pussy

your thighs squeeze her head from the sudden vibrations it created throughout you.

as you slipped your fingers back into her you felt her clench around you, then you felt your finger get warmer and wetter. you look down at annie seeing her eyes shut tight.

you put the blunt back in your mouth in hopes to keep quiet, you didn't want her neighbors to complain, she continues eating you out.

it reminded you of the cake, how aggressively and fast she ate it, you felt she did it to provoke you, she got what she wanted.

you knock the blunt and put it in the crystal ashtray on her night table, as you cum all over annie's face. whimpering her name softly.

she slurps and licks up every last bit of it as she squeezes you thighs. she moves her head back to where her mouth is free.

" 's was sweeter than the cake." she whispers looking towards the cake

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a/n: i have revised and deleted this over and over bcs tumblr was messin my stuff up, but i hope u guys enjoy, also hange’s is mad short bcs my blog basically belongs to her ( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ ) . also requests are open!!

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planete777 · 9 months

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WHAT YOU HEARD・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. y/n senselessly drags lando for a swim at midnight, high and all. she just forgets to mention they'll do it naked.

WARNINGS. 16+, smoking and getting high (don't do drugs yall, this is just for entertainment purposes!), make outs, night skinny dipping, mentions of sexual activities, once again high hotness

NOTE. back again with the high!lando agenda. something about it just gets my brain all scrambled. anyways, as i said, don't do drugs, listen to 'what you heard' by sonder, and enjoy luvs <3 (wondering if i should make this a series.....)

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any thoughts, scenarios, requests etc about high!lando, or other tropes if u want. 🤍

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even when he can't piece two cents of his thoughts to construct a legible sequence, lando is sure that, no matter the state he's in, y/n can persuade him to do whatever, as if her words were a siren's call. in his mind, she has this way of curling her tongue around every sentence she says, as if they're something so sweet, so good, and it beckons him closer, pathetically. yet, lando indulges in it like a fucking mad man, and every time he has to leave y/n, he finds himself itching for everything she makes him feel.

but, right here, right now, he'd rather lose himself in the swirling puffs of smoke that have him feeling he's levitating with it. sprawled on the girl's couch, legs and arms weightless and completely non existent, in a room that's so unsuspecting to delinquent dallying.

that's what makes him love her even more.

they're the same. from the wisp of their hairs to the tip of their toes, they both crave an escape from everything and everyone, and don't care how they get it. live a dual life of forced smiles to the world and adrenaline rushes from a drug that drains every feeling possible from their flesh, but could tip their lives on their heads without warning.

it's like their own little secret, and knows that if he were to tell anyone, they'd instantaneously talk him out of it. beg him that he could get hooked and spiral, yet he'll be damned if he allows himself to lose the only sanity he has with the girl that he's addicted to.

the breeze whispers on his skin, soothes it somewhat as the forecast had been cooler the whole day, and the spliff between his fingers remains an inch-long bud, incinerated away in mere hours. his eyes are ajar, just the tiniest bit, and remain trained on the open back sliding doors. watches as ripples glimmer and twinkle beneath the moon's shine upon the pool's surface and his mind undulates with the tentative viscosity of thick honey.

speakers drone whatever playlist y/n has chosen for the night, and he finds himself subconsciously tapping his fingers to the beat. nothing else but music needs to fill the room, each other's presence speaks for itself, and lando loves this unspoken normality between them.

he's on the brink of unconsciouness, rocking between the borders of sleep and awareness, but he's slowly justled awake as y/n walks up to him.

she gently grabs his arm, pulling him upright, "come."

his movements are slow and hesitant, "where we going?"

"swimming."

for a second his mind agrees, so he relents, but realising that he's wearing a tank top with jogging bottoms, and y/n the same but with leggings instead, he grows confused again.

he doesn't get time to question, mind too slow and sticky to even get further words out, as y/n lets go of his hand and turns to him.

then with speed that aches with tease, she tugs her top off, flinging it off to the side and lando stops breathing. he sees everything, how they curve and smooth back into the inward slope of her waist and he trembles so much that he has to clench his fist to urge it away. she's so beautiful drenched in blue, easing its way down her legs as she shrugs them off, and lando's eyes burn as they weld into every dip of her body.

"join me."

that's all she says, with that pretty smile on her face, before she swivels on her feet and dives into the water with much precision she barely marks a discrepancy upon the surface of the water. lando is hypnotised, barely moves from his place as she watches her glide and twirl in the water as if that's where she's meant to be, and then his body cries to join her.

it doesn't take long for him to hover next to y/n, right in the centre of the pool. the cool water washes some highness away, but they're both inebriated enough to retain the red glaze in their eyes and slow movements. lando's sick, seeing y/n so etheral in nothing, looking at him as if she wants him flowing through his veins, and he no longer fights the impulse to get closer and gather her in his arms. she smiles, wide and white, circling her arms around his neck before jumping on his waist. he fumbles slightly, with a huffed out laugh, then her thighs are tight around his hips and he can feel everything.

"you're hard already?" she asked, amused. her hand plays with the curls on his neck and he feels like he's dissolving.

"do you blame me? look at you."

"well," her finger traces his chest, light and completely burning, "we're not fucking in my pool."

he chuckles, figures cum is a hard thing to clean out of water, "at least let me eat you out?"

she pretends to think, "maybe later, but right now, i want you to fucking kiss me."

lando doesn't waste time doing so, lips pushing into hers with great urgency as if it's his last kiss on earth. y/n's mouth is wet, warm, sweet and so inherently y/n that lando moans, deep and loud, sliding his tongue deeper. it's not enough, not the kiss, nor the way her body radiates immense heat directly into his, and lando craves to be one with her. absorb into y/n, like a water to a sponge, and remain there forever.

air runs out, way too quickly for lando's liking, and y/n moves her head back, half closed eyes staring back at him. he's hot, bothered, hungry for so much more, and squeezes the flesh of her thighs to suppress just how much his flesh aches for her.

"i want to have you so bad," y/n sighs out, a splayed hand flush against lando's chest, and oh does he want her to completely take him. do whatever she wants, however she wants. he craves to say so much but his mind can only come up with so little.

"then fucking have me, y/n."

#lando norris #lando norris romance #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando norris fic #f1 fic #f1 smut #formula one x you #formula one x reader #formula one #formula one x y/n #formula 1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fanfic

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s1ut4evan · 3 months

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good girl - kai anderson x fem reader

*smut*

Kai demands you suck his cock.

wattpad: s1ut4evan

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I blow on the hot soup that's held by my spoon before shoving it in my mouth. The sound of a car door slamming outside startles me. Kai's home. Butterflies formed in my stomach as I heard his heavy foot steps on our porch.

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The energy instantly changes as Kai enters our home. "Hi babe." I say to him as he sulks to the dinner table. Kai slams his hands down, causing the soup to splash everywhere. "You couldn't fucking wait for me?!" he exclaimed. "Kai I- I was just so hungry and I knew you'd be out late working on the campaign. I'm sorry I just.."

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My honesty made Kai's face turn red with anger. He pushes his blue locks back with both hands. "The least you could do was make me some fucking Manwich. Not this shit." he pointed to my soup bowl. I decided staying quiet would be best as Kai was more irritated than usual so I continued eating my soup.

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I felt his dark eyes staring right through me. "Aren't you gonna clean that shit up?" he looked at the splashed out soup that wouldn't have happened if he hadn't slammed down on our table. I nod before standing up to grab paper towels from the kitchen. I had to scoot past Kai to get there.

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Kai had me by the arm before I could walk past him. I turn to him with tears in my eyes, "I'm sorry Kai- I'm going to clean it up." His rough hand tilted my head up to face his eyes. They were darker than ever. "Clean it up later. I'm in need of something else at the moment." he pushed his pelvis up against me.

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His hard member, already tenting in his jeans, pressed hard against my stomach. I nod before his slender thumb sneaks its way into my mouth. Kai uses his other hand to undo his pants. "Get on your knees." he demanded. His thumb slipped through my lips as I knelt down. I felt his wet thumb press against my forehead, "Good girl."

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I pull his jeans down slightly, taking his boxers along with them. The force from his thick cock taps against my chin. I reach up to grab hold of his member but was stopped by Kai. "No." he said pushing my hand aside, "No hands."

I place my hands behind my back as a way of reminding me that they're off limits. Kai was testing my self control.

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My mouth opens so his cock could gain access. I lean forward before wrapping my warm lips around his swollen tip. The taste of precum lathered my tongue as I swirled it gently. I felt the pressure from Kai's hand pushing the back of my head. "Take it like the good girl you are."

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I bobbed my head forward, allowing his cock deeper into my mouth. My tongue formed to his shaft as if it were muscle memory. Kai hummed through his closed mouth before pushing my head further into him. I look up to see his devilish smile peaking down at me. "Just like that kitten." he whispered.

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My jaw became sore as I picked up the pace. The thought of making Kai cum distracted me from gagging as his dick pounded the back of my throat. I loved making him proud. Tears welled in my eyes as I held back my whimpers. I squeezed my hands together behind my back, reminding myself I must not use them.

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His breathes became heavier. My hair entangled his large hands as they both wrapped around the sides of my head. Now Kai wanted control. He held my head still as he began thrusting into my mouth. I almost moved my hands to find a way to support myself but I had to obey Kai. Air hissed through his teeth as his pumps became sloppy.

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I prepared for his load as I felt the first twitch from his pulsating member. His warm seed paints the inside of my mouth as he slowed his thrusts down. Kai pressed firmly on my head, making sure I would stay there as he finished. "Fuck." he leaned back and let my head free.

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I remained on my knees staring up at Kai, with a mouthful of his sweet cumshots. He looked down biting his lip and gave me a nod, letting me know I could swallow. I do so before Kai gave me a hand to help me up. His hands caressed my face as his fingers swept away tears from my cheeks.

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Kai smirked, "Now how about some Manwich?"

#kai anderson #kai anderson smut #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters supremacy #evan peters smut #daddy's good girl

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guccixstyless · 5 months

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Secrets (Part 2)

Part One

Word Count: 872 words

Pairing: Ryu Shio x Reader

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"I'm involved in mafia..."

Y/N was completely speechless, she did not see this coming. Shio was still holding her hand while kneeling on the floor beside the sofa she sat on.

"What?" she whispered.

She quickly removed her hand from his grip, Shio felt hurt.

"You have to understand I did not choose this, I was rather forced to join this field just to... survive," Shio said and hung down his head, as if he's ashamed.

Y/N did not say anything, she was just trying to process everything Shio was saying.

"Tell me," Y/N spoke after a while, "everything about you, I don't want anymore surprises," she said bitterly.

The dim light in Shio's office cast long shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of tension as Y/N confronted him about his involvement with the mafia. Shio's usual confident demeanor falters as he uncomfortably sat in the sofa beside her.

"It all started when I was a kid. The Russians took me in, and I was trained against my will. I never wanted any of this, Y/N. They brainwashed me." Shio started hesitantly.

He continued telling everything sparing no details about all his past traumas and up until the drug that he invented for Pavel.

Y/N's eyes widened as she processed the revelation. The weight of the truth hung heavily in the air.

Y/N sighed, "How could you hide this from me? We were supposed to be a team."

"They're dangerous people Y/N, I didn't want you to get involved in this mess. I was trying to protect you," Shio replied desperately.

Y/N stood up, her emotions swirling. Without saying a word, she walked out of the office, leaving Shio alone in the darkness.

Shio glanced at the clock; it was late, and concern etched his face. He started running after her and pleaded her to wait.

Y/N took a shaky breathe and looked behind him, the tall man approached her and said, "Y/N, it's late. Let me take you home."

Seeing her hesitation, Shio gently said, "I promise I won't push you, but it's not safe for you to be out alone right now."

Reluctantly, Y/N nodded, appreciating Shio's protective instincts. The car ride home was silent, but the quiet reassurance of Shio's presence began to ease the turmoil in her mind.

Shio began driving, the silence between them was thick. Y/N stared out of the window, processing all the newfound knowledge she found tonight.

"Y/N, I understand if you can't forgive me," Shio said sadly.

"Not now, Shio. I need time to process all of this."

Shio nodded understandingly, he longed to touch her hand. It always brought him comfort. He was scared that he won't be able to do it again if she breaks up with him.

When they reached their shared home, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words. Y/N headed to the guest room without looking at Shio. He stood in the hallway, aching for her presence.

Shio felt like his world was crashing down. As soon as he reached their shared room upstairs, Shio closed the door and collapsed while sobbing. He wanted to this pain in his heart to stop, it was too much to handle, the grief was consuming him.

The same thing was happening to Y/N just downstairs in the cold guest room. Both of them longed to be in each others arms.

Both of them could not sleep.

The morning light spilled through the windows, signaling a new day. Shio found Y/N in the kitchen, her back turned to him. He approached cautiously, unsure of how she would react.

"Hi bab-, Y/N," he cleared his throat.

Y/N rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him. The warmth of her hug cut through the cold tension that had settled between them.

Shio stumbled back from the sudden hug but quickly hugged her back tightly.

They both began sobbing, scared to lose each other.

"I need time, Shio. But I don't want you to leave." Y/N spoke through her sobs.

"I understand baby, I'll give you all the space that you need."

Their lips met in a lingering kiss, a silent promise of healing and understanding.

"Shio, can you leave that world for me?" Y/N asked hesitantly.

"Yes," he replied in a heartbeat, "God, yes, I can't ever lose you, I am ready to leave that."

"You have to, you can change, I know you, and you said you were forced, but baby you can start fresh, you can leave the dark world and start an honest and clean one," Y/N spoke gently.

Shio teared up, he finally felt a sense of relief, he nodded tearfully.

Y/N said, "I'll be beside you when you start again, I will be with you from the ground up."

"It will take time but I promise starting from now I will slowly yet urgently cut ties, just be patient baby, I promise to leave that darkness."

Y/N smiled at him before kissing him again. As they held each other, they knew the journey ahead would be challenging, but the love that bound them was resilient.

Tag: queenjang21

#ryu shi oh #ryu shi oh imagine #ryu shi oh angst #ryu si oh #strong girl nam soon #ryu sio #kdrama

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hellcat8908 · 8 months

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Crushed Azriel x Female Reader

You were so excited to go home and tell Azriel the news. You couldn't stop smiling at the thought of finally being parents. You had been trying for what seemed like forever. You rushed into the house, finding him at the table with papers spread out in front of him. The way his shadows were swirling told you he hadn't had a good day. "Guess what?" You excitedly say knowing the news will cheer him up. "Not now, love." He says as he continues to focus on the papers in front of him. "Come on, babe, just guess." You try. "What?" He says with an exasperated sigh. "I've got a surprise for you." You tell him while placing a small package on the table. "I really don't have time for your games. Can't this wait until I'm finished?" He says with an annoyed tone. "When will that be?" You ask softly. "I don't know an hour or two, would be faster if you just let me be." He says, fighting his annoyance. "Trust me, you don't want to wait for this surprise." You say still trying to be excited despite his attitude. "I just need to a few more hours! Whatever silly thing you're excited about can surely wait a little longer!" He says through clenched teeth. You turn and quickly leave, slamming the door on your way out. Once you're outside, you winnow away, not waiting to see if he comes after you.

Azriel leans back in his chair after hearing the door slam. His shoulders slumped as he realized he had lashed out at you. He looked at the box on the table. Whatever was in it, he knew you were excited about it. He pulled the lid back, revealing a onesie and a note, 'can't wait to meet you, daddy.' His heart swells with joy before realizing what he had said to you. He quickly got to his feet, knowing he had to find you and fix this. He quickly winnowed to the river house, calling your name as he crashed through the door. Rhys and Feyre came out at the commotion and told him you weren't there before asking what was going on. "I fucked up and need to find her now," is all he says before winnowing to the house of wind and calling out for you there. "She isn't here." Nesta tells him. He starts racking his brain, wondering where you could be. Suddenly it dawns on him as he thinks himself foolish for not thinking to look for you there to start with. He quickly winnows to the cabin the two of you had bought shortly after deciding to start a family.

You sit by the lake watching as the breeze causes small waves in the water. You sense his presence the moment he arrives, your body tensing. "I thought you needed a few hours to finish working." You say with a hint of anger. You knew it was a low blow, but you didn't really care. "I'm sorry, love. Me having a rough day is no excuse for treating you how I did, under any circumstances." You let out a sigh, "do you realize just how much you ruined not just for us, but for our baby, in that moment?" You ask with anger. "I was so excited to come home and tell you, and when I found you being a grump, I knew it would cheer you up if you had just given me the chance to tell you." You say as tears well in your eyes. "Instead, you crushed my excitment, and now if our baby asks about how I told you when they're older, I have to tell them this." You pull your knees up to your chest and bury your face in your arms as you sob uncontrollably. You feel the gentle touch of his shadows caressing along your arms and back, trying to sooth you. You can feel his regret through the bond, his need to comfort you. "This was supposed to be one of the happiest days of our lives." You cry.

He gently pulls you into his lap, bringing your head to his chest as he rubs your back. "I'm so sorry, love, and I will be sorry for this until my dying breath." He says, his voice cracking, knowing he has no right to be upset. Your fists grip his shirt as you soak it with your tears. He rests his head against yours, wrapping his wings around you, "I know I ruined this, and I am truly sorry, my love. I just hope you'll be able to forgive me." He says softly as he tries to comfort you with his hands and shadows. "You have a lot of groveling to do to make up for this." You tell him as you start to settle down. "I know, love." He whispers in your hair, kissing the top of your head.

#acotar #batboys #sarah j maas #acotar fanfic #azriel #azriel x reader #acotar fic

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judasgot-it · 1 year

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Ello o/, may i request again (dk if i can tho, don't feel pressured if not maken), really love the post you made for the request my heart literally- aawkwkw, i have so many things to say to that post but really busy asfck like if i wnated to, i could literally write a essay or thesis statement, */ahem anyway

BSD boys, while having a fighting/argument with s/o they suddenly grip they're s/o's wrist too hard and ended up leaving a mark (they didn't mean to tho ;-;) that reminded the reader's past child abuse/not used to this type of conflict which lead to angst to comfort or just angst hehe. Idk this is just a random 2am thought(my time rn) I have classes later waking up at 4am too…

AHHHHHH omg yes I'm so sorry I haven't like set up any request rules yet which I should do lol, but I'm so shehejwj but I don't have limits on requests! I just try to get to them when I can <3 Also I'm so sorry about the late response! College is hard x[

But also, I wanna do some scenarios for this, so I'm gonna have to only pick a few that I feel I can write the best for this if that's ok cause ngl I feel the mercury retrograde rn,,,

Scenario: Accidentally triggering past abuse/trauma during an argument (Ranpo, Dazai)

Ranpo

Ranpo was a rather loud guy. That's not his fault, since he's only loud whenever he has a reason to be - he's confident because he knows he can get away with it. He's smart enough to survive some of the most dangerous killers, and is bold enough to laugh in their face about it too.

But god is it aggravating as hell whenever you want to truly talk to the man one on one. Sometimes, you just want to have a normal date with him - like a normal couple and do normal couple stuff.

Like right now, you just want to walk down this busy street and not have to listen to him boast about how stupid people were. It was embarrassing how loud he was about it, how the person who got hit with a car could have easily avoided it had they just checked both sides of the street.

A normal conversation to have after witnesses a horrible event, but you could feel the stares from across the street from the mans wife. Especially towards Ranpo, who seemed to have no social boundaries as everyone else in the area seemed to instead be occupied with the normal human behavior of freaking out after witnessing a man flying in the air and being hit by a car.

To save face, you dragged him away, with him still talking about it as if it were a normal everyday thing. In his world, it probably was - but not to you. Not to normal people, who didn't think about death everyday.

"Ranpo, you need to quiet down."

"What? I'm just saying. It was pretty avoidable you know?"

You turned around to glare at him, gripping your enclasped hands tightly. He thought nothing of it, swirling his ramune bottle rather casually. The ball clinked around with each step the both of you took together.

"I know that. But you do know that it's pretty insensitive to say that in front of him and the wife who saw her husband get hit with a car."

"Y/n."

You were forced back as Ranpo stopped on the sidewalk. It was apart of a narrow stretch of road, empty and away from the commotion, which forced you to look at him. He was staring at you with his eyes, as if trying to puzzle something.

"You don't actually care about them."

There was a pause. You blinked once. Then twice.

"What do you mean by that?"

He held your hand tighter, almost painfully so.

"You don't really care about them that much. So why are you defending them?"

His viridian eyes bore into yours, which deeply unsettled you. He meant nothing by it, especially with the iron grip he had on your hand which kept you in your spot.

"Because not everyone is a superfreak like you Ranpo!"

But it made you incredibly uncomfortable.

You felt the need to defend yourself, somehow.

"Some people have 'empathy' which I know is a foreign concept to people like you."

It was as he cocked his head to the side, like a crow trying to understand what you had just told him. It was as if what you just said had gone right through him, like the wind.

"You don't mean that."

He pulled you towards him. You tried to step back, but you only found yourself stepping around and trying to find your balance again.

You flinched when Ranpo reached to balance you, but you still felt the energy from your sudden bout of frustration pumping through your body. It was embarrassing, but your mind and body were reacting all on their own.

Ranpo kept staring at you, looking past your angry scowl and into something deeper.

"I'm not your enemy Y/n, I know you're upset but there's something more."

He left you feeling naked there.

"It's not that deep. You don't need to defend yourself against me."

You looked down, avoiding his eyes. The sidewalk underneath you was rather cracked and abandoned - there was a dandelion growing just underneath your feet, a rather resilient flower.

"I'm not defending myself, I'm just..."

Ranpo lifted your chin up so you could meet his eyes again, which were now softer, as they had quickly figured out the puzzle that he's struggled with.

You looked back at him. A part of you wanted to keep arguing - it was in your nature, to keep fighting. Unfortunately, it was something you've done for a long time, which Ranpo has figured out by now.

Another thing that made you feel a little uncomfortable.

He met you with a cheeky smile, like a little rat. He closed his eyes, his cheeks raising to meet his eyes.

"I know. You're a good person Y/n."

Dazai

"I just don't think you understand. I can't expect you to, but it's not your problem, so why are you so upset about it?"

Dazai was looking at you from the couch, watching as you were once again picking up bottles he had left from one of his drinking binges. He still smelled of last night, wearing the same clothes and smelling of the various drinks he had lost himself in.

"It clearly is my problem. I'm the one cleaning up your mess right now, so how could I not be involved? Dear god, do you ever look at yourself and want to even try to be better?"

Dazai looked at you, sitting up from his previous lounging position. He stared up, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at you - his eyebags prominent in the early morning sunlight.

"What do you mean 'try' to be better? Have you ever even known what it's like to be like this?"

You rolled your eyes, dragging the bag to the front door so you could later bring it to the dumpster of your apartments. In your eyes, he was clearly being dramatic - sitting like some sort of mafioso, needing only a cigarette to seal the deal.

"Everyone has had it hard at one point Dazai. Losing yourself to alcohol every night and weekend doesn't justify it. You have a life to live you know? It's worth living."

You heard footsteps approach behind you, and looked up to see Dazai standing a little too close for comfort. His body was warm, and you could see the sweat and stains on his bandages. His hair was usually fluffy hair was greasy, but his eyes - they were dark, simply staring down at you.

"What do you know about living?"

"What?"

He had backed you into the wall, his hands now on either side of you, blocking you from exiting the danger that had become him and whatever emotional rage he had thrown himself into.

"You act like you know so much about life but you know nothing! You don't know anything about death or life - I don't think you know anything at all really. You feel all too comfortable making these assumptions about me when you don't know who I am, do you?"

He was smiling but it didn't reach his eyes at all.

You pushed at him, trying to find space to escape from his hold. His clothes and warmth made you want to burn your skin and run at that moment, and you closed your eyes in order to avoid the worst of your fears as you knew he was staring at you with those eyes that seemed to hold nothing but contempt in that very moment.

When you couldn't break free, instead feeling him pressing himself more against you, you felt your eyes begin to tear up.

"Dazai get the fuck away me."

"Or what? What will you do, oh sweet belladonna?"

You could feel tears build up in your eyes as your pushing did nothing against him - so you resorted to what you knew would work.

You raised your knee as hard as you could, and watched as Dazai fell hard on the ground, falling like a sack of potatoes. He writhed around, clutching his pearls while you gripped your pants, trying to soothe your nerves.

"Dazai I'm..."

You looked around your apartment, looking at the mess that it had become because of him. You looked back down at him, who was still on the ground and wasn't saying anything.

"Dazai I'm going to leave for a bit. Sorry."

I'm so sorry this took so long waaaaahh I'm a slow writer I'm working on it tho ;( also I was thinking about doing Jouno but I felt that it would've been super harsh so maybe I'll do him another time

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