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Warnings- buckle up- Daddy kink, anal, BDSM, dom/sub dynamic, both soft and mean dom H, possessive H, spitting, use of sex toys, impact play, spanking.. probably more tbh. let me know if I missed one!!!

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Y/N could feel a shift in them, but she couldn’t exactly pinpoint where it started. 

Sitting in his bed, she had him standing on the side with her back towards him as nimble fingers curled into her hair as he brought them back into a plait. And for some reason, it felt more intimate than anything else they’d done so far. 

Getting back from the bar, Harry had been adamant that she take a quick shower and dry her hair, welcoming her back in with some cut up fruit and juice to have while he did her hair for her. No one had done it for her since her mum, and that was when she was just a wee little thing. 

Sitting in her nightie she’d packed specifically for his viewing pleasure, he’d given her a long look before muttering to her to get on the bed before he lost it again. 

So she did, following instructions yet again as he had hair ties from when he said his hair was longer. He was increasingly gentle, careful not to snag any knots as he moved her hair around and smoothed it back to avoid any weird spots or bubbles in the hair. When she asked why, he had simply said he wanted her hair out of her face. 

Considering they were going to the illusive club tomorrow, questions kept cropping up in her brain and it felt increasingly difficult to keep them from spewing out of her mouth, so she allowed them to be set free. Harry had always been good with her questions before, but she’d been a little nervous about ruining the comfortable silence they’d fallen into. 

“Do they know you at the club pretty well?” His fingers faltered in her hair at the question but only for a moment before righting themselves. 

“They do, yes. I had been a frequent flyer but I haven't been in a bit.” His voice was calm and gentle, much like his hands. It amazed her how rough and mean he could be during sex, could smack her and choke her, call her a set of holes, but the moment it stopped he treated her like the most delicate little flower whose petals were worth millions. It had thrown her off at first, she had to admit, but now it was something she was growing to look forward to. It was rare she got handled like she was precious and at first she had to admit it made her uneasy, but now? Now she was leaning into it like a kitten searching for pets. 

“May I ask why you stopped?” She was extremely curious about it, considering that had been the catalyst of their arrangement, but Y/N didn’t want to push too far into uncomfortable territory for him. 

“Well…” There was a sigh behind her. “I didn’t have a sub of my own and hooking up with someone for a single night isn’t fulfilling to me anymore. I desire a connection, trust… It had been hard for me lately to get into the headspace with someone I’d just met and wasn’t going to see again.” There was a pause as he finished the plait, fastening it with the hair tie. “Lately I’ve just been craving intimacy and a connection. For me, half of the fun of the lifestyle is having that trust. How much can you trust someone after an hour, y’know? It’s partially why I had us meet and discuss prior to even doing anything, and I took it slow with you. I didn’t just fuck you right then and there. A good dom would get to know you and have proper conversations before playing with you.” But internally, he really did hope no one else would get that privilege but himself. 

“I understand.” She turned around to face him, looking up at his still standing face from her position sitting with her legs crossed in a pretzel. “I was worried at first… you know, when we agreed to this. I’ve been eager to try, but I was also really nervous. I was nervous you’d not find me attractive or something I wanted to try would freak you out. Or…” There was a debate in her mind if she wanted to say it or not, but considering what had happened tonight, she decided to say it. “Or you’d just view sex as some sort of favor and not actually enjoy it.” 

It made him frown when she dropped her eyes from his own, fiddling with her fingers and avoiding contact. That was the last thing he’d thought of. If anything, he forgot about the Danny part and focused on building a dynamic with her far more than he should considering the consequences but he knew she wasn’t dumb. Even if they both didn’t say it, there was something deeper there. And while he wasn’t quite brave enough to admit feelings fully, he wasn’t about to let her think any bit of that could ever be true. 

“I enjoy it far more than I ever anticipated, and ever should have.” He said quietly, tapping her chin. “Look at me while we’re talking, darling- thank you.” A softer smile curled on his lips as he allowed himself to stroke her cheek, taking a deep inhale. “Don’t worry about any single part of that. I think… you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve set my eyes on. There’s a reason I didn’t talk to you so much when you were around. I knew my attraction to you would grow and you were someone else's… This was a twist of fate.” The admission made her eyes widen slightly but he wasn’t done. “And not a single thing you’ve mentioned has freaked me out. As someone with my background growing up and experiencing the community full force, I’ve seen it all and m’willing to try anything with you.” There was a twinge in his heart as she rested her cheek in his palm, giving him the softest eyes he’d ever seen in his life. He could see that she trusted him, but he had to ask. “Do you trust me, Y/N?” The question lingered in the air as he searched her features.

“I do.” There wasn’t a lick of hesitation. The girl held more trust in him than she did her own boyfriend which… she’d need to unpack later. “I know you’d never hurt me and have my best interest at heart.” It had been proven as much tonight when he’d stuck up for her, that he’d been so irritated with the other man for ignoring her, that he gave a fuck about how she felt. There were texts every day asking how her job was, if she ate, what she was doing to unwind, placing more care and interest in her than she’d felt in a long time. 

“I do, sweetheart. I really do. I care about you a lot.” The murmur was soft, their voices hushed even though no one could overhear. “I want t’make all of those fantasies you have come true. The one we talked about. I’ll take care of you, okay?” He felt her nod against his hand before gripping his wrist and pulling it towards her mouth. There was nothing said as he let her do what she wanted while watching curiously. The twinkle of mischief rose in her eye again, sparking a flame in his stomach as she exposed her pink tongue to him and brought the fingers that had been stroking her cunt while they were out into her mouth. 

Hearing him talk so sweetly about her had turned her on again. She’d been good tonight, at least she thinks so, but she wanted to tease him a little bit. Didn’t he know that being so nice to her would work her up? Couldn’t he guess that the sweeter he was, the wetter she got? She got both sides of him. Sweet Harry, and the mean Daddy she had slipped up with later. 

“Tastes like you, hm?” The tone shift was so easy, so quick that Y/N’s tummy flipped. “See… m’nice to you, and then you’ve got t’go and be a dirty little thing. Should’ve known to keep my sweet words to when you’re fucked out and limp. Turns you on when I’m sweet to you, doesn’t it?” It was a tease considering Harry knew he couldn’t stop himself from being nice to her. It was what he wanted. 

But right now he felt the mean streak kick back in. 

“Open wider.” He instructed, watching for her to listen, but she didn’t. Instead she sucked over his fingers again, testing his patience. “I told you to open.” One more chance he’d give her. 

Y/N was trying to misbehave. She wanted to see what he’d do. Pushing boundaries. See how he’d handle her. Taking his fingers into her throat, she gagged a little but kept them there as his gaze turned dark, eyes blazing at the misbehavior. This was what she meant by wanting to be a brat. 

She hadn’t expected him to kneel on the bed, taking her hair in his hand while ripping the wet fingers from her mouth. She hadn’t seen the slap coming. Wet fingers smacked over her cheek, shocking her slightly as the sting made her throb. He’d only done this twice before, but the submissive really fucking liked it. A moan left her throat as soon as it pulled away, making him snarl. Again, his fingers swiped against her cheek, making her mouth open a little bit. 

“Fucking brat.” He grit out. “Serves me right for being nice t’you. And to think I was going to be nice to you tonight…” He sighed, shaking his head. “Open that fucking mouth or I’ll force it open.” 

Y/N was tempted to disobey but she wanted to see why he wanted it, so she listened. Tongue out, she fluttered her lashes at him as the grip on her braid stung against her scalp. She hadn’t expected him to lean forward, pursing his lips and spitting right into her mouth. “Don’t swallow. Keep it there- Don’t fucking move.” He ordered, though he didn’t do anything else. He simply stared at her, eyes narrowed as she looked back up at him. This view was perfect in her opinion. She felt small, delicate, like he could throw her around- but so strong and confident like this. It felt like she was capable of anything. 

“Since you want t’call me your Daddy so badly, I think we should take care of that. Acting like a fucking brat, even after I was so nice and let you cum on my fingers in the middle of the week…” Shaking his head, he leaned in again and spit right on the flat of her tongue before using the sucked fingers to spread it over her tongue and down on her chin, letting some drip off her tongue down to her tits. “Now you can swallow.” 

Y/N hadn’t seen this bit yet. There had been peeks of it, little hints, but his demeanor had shifted into something she’d been dying to see. Just like in the hallway, she wanted him to take. Take, take, take until she had given it all to him. “Sorry, Sir.” She whispered, not daring to wipe herself clean. The mess was what she deserved, a filthy badge of honor.

A look of disapproval was shot her way as he used her hair as a leash, leading her to the very edge of the bed. “No, no, no, Darling.” He scolded, shaking his head at the honorific. “Where’s that other name that you called me when begging for my load inside you?” His eyebrow raised. “I liked that one for tonight. Let me hear that.” 

“Sorry, Daddy.” she whispered, wincing as he arched her head back. 

“Yeah, y’should be. Pissed me the fuck off.” At that he could see her shrink a little in her form, making him take a moment to check on her. Softening his voice, he caught her attention and gentled his grip for a moment to give her a chance to give her a beat to say something if need be. “You know how to use your colors. Where are you right now?”

“Green.” She nodded. “I don’t want to really upset you though.” 

“You’re not, sweetheart. You’re alright.” He promised, leaning down to kiss her once before his mask slipped back on. “Now I think…. That we should teach you some manners. Can you handle yourself for a moment? I think I’ve got the solution to get that brattiness out of your system.” 

Y/N nodded,  more than willing to hand over quite literally anything the man had to offer. It was pathetic but she found herself vying for even a tiny bit of his approval. The man had control of her body in ways she’d only dreamt of, so of course she’d hand it over on a silver platter. “What do you want from me, Daddy?” She whispered, watching his eyes as they trailed over her with this smirk that slightly unnerved her. 

“I think… I’ve given your cunt a good amount of attention tonight. It’s time for me to play with your ass.” 

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Y/N was slightly humiliated as she pressed her cheek to the mattress, Harry’s spit still on her chin as her arms extended back so her hands could spread her ass open for him. He wasn’t even paying attention to her yet, instead looking through the bedside table for whatever it is that he was going to use on her. 

Was she nervous? Of course she was. The only play she’d had with her ass had been on her own accord or when Harry had stuck his thumb in, but the excitement heavily outweighed it. If she could choose anyone to be her first in this, it would be him. Sure, he’d bully her a little because he knew that was what she liked, but he’d take care of her. Harry always took care of her, no matter what. Sex or not. He was slowly overtaking her brain and she found that it was exactly how she liked it. 

“Such pretty holes.” His voice broke her out of her train of thought, heat raising on her cheeks as she could feel his gaze. Completely exposed for him to see, she felt the cool air on her most intimate parts as his warm hand ran over her now clean inner thigh. “You’re already wet. Seems you do like a bit of humiliation, don’t you pet?” It was rhetorical, so she kept her mouth shut. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time I got a peek at this ass. Did y’know that? It’s fucking gorgeous.” There was no hint of shame in his own tone, speaking as if he was in awe of her. “And here you are, spreading yourself open so I can see the puffy little cunt I just abused and that untouched hole. It’s an honor to be the first to have it.”

He was understating it a lot, at least for now. Satisfaction of being the only man to take her ass was something that fueled his ego tremendously, knowing he would be the single person who got to feel how tight and hot it could be around his prick. His hopes of Y/N deciding to choose him instead were his motivation, as unhealthy as it may be. “Here’s our options- and make no fuckin’ mistake, you’re only getting options because its the first time you’re getting fucked here.” In future scenes he would be deciding and she could color out, or talk to him if she didn’t like it. “We can put a plug in you. Let you sit there with it in, but you’ll have to lay with me for a while and let it stretch you more. Or,” He ran a finger over the little hole, smiling when she jolted again. “Daddy can open you up with fingers, place that vibrator you liked so much on your clit and take you when I feel you’re ready. That one may hurt a bit more going in but… you said you like a bit of pain, yeah?” 

The girl did. Pushing her ass back against his finger, she nodded heavily at the second option. “Second, please. Please I want..  I don’t want to wait a long time, Daddy.” 

“Hm… Do you really think you can handle it, Puppy?” He clicked his tongue, moving his finger away from her ass and down to her swollen clit. “I know you’re a bit of a whore, but you know m’not small. It’s not gonna be easy for that tiny hole to take. May have to force it in a little.” It was incredible to him how she reacted to his words so visibly, making it so fucking easy to read her. Maybe they were just in tune with one another, but the little inhale she made clued him in to just how much she liked that. 

“I can do it. I can, it’ll fit. I promise, I can be good and take it. I can take you cock anywhere, I want it so fucking bad, Daddy.” Her voice shook a little, surprising the dominant as he looked down at the body he was meant to ruin. Again, the surge of possessiveness rose to the surface of his skin and bubbled in his blood. Of course she could take it. Of course his little brat would be willing to do anything he wanted, because she was fucking made for him. 

“Alright, pet.” He feigned a resigned sigh. “Don’t disappoint me then. You’re gonna have t’make sure you can take it then.” Excitement was tingling the base of his spine, his cock fully hard again as he left her in her position to go and grab the toy. The Hitachi needed to be plugged into the outlet, which took a moment to do. 

“Daddy?” Her voice called to him, a bit apprehensive. His heart melted a little as he walked to her, toy in hand. 

“It’s alright, Puppy. Didn’t go anywhere too far. Had to get some supplies.” Laying them out beside her, he swatted her hands away from holding herself open. “You’re going to hold this on your pretty clit for me while I open you up. Do you think you can handle that? Or shall I go and get tape so I can keep it there?”

Shivers went up her spine as she imagined it, being forced to cum over and over again with the vibrations coursing through her body. For now, she thought she could handle it, but it was an increasingly enticing idea. “I can do it, Daddy. I’ll be good, I can handle it.”  Harry let out a noise of doubt that only made her huff. “I can! Why did you make that noise?”

A rough spank was laid right to the bottom of her thigh, making her yelp. “Don’t talk back. I asked a simple question, no need for the dramatics.” His voice was stern, a little mean, and she could feel her poor cunt throbbing at the demeanor he had. There had been something so utterly delicious, she had found out, about a man who could fuck like he hated you but worshipped you in all other aspects. He would cover her body in soft kisses and cooling lotion when they were done and hand feed her fruit, but right now it was seeing the other side of the coin.  “Now, I’m going to start. You ask before you cum, and if I tell you to take it away, you do as I say. Am I understood?” 

“Yes.” Y/N sulked, only to be spanked again. “Why?!” The exclamation made his own sigh even louder. 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” Forgetting that had been an accident, but Y/N couldn’t lie and say his strict demeanor didn’t get her going. 

She was relatively calm though her excitement could be felt in her stomach. Her cunt had been fucked thoroughly in the dark hallway, an undeniable excitement lingering in her body when she remembered leaving with her lips swollen and cum dripping down her thigh. The man who thought he owned her had barely given her a second look, while the one who she looked to for comfort had his hand on the small of her back. It still astounded her how much trust she had put into Harry. How quickly they’d clicked, how he was so in tune with her body and her thoughts that sometimes he knew what she was feeling or thinking before she was even aware of it. 

“Fucking brat.” He muttered, placing the toy into her hands and letting her position it accordingly. “Be good for me, or you aren’t getting fucked.”

With that, the toy was switched on by his thumb at the lowest setting, and the fun began. 

Harry’s view was impeccable. It was always a beautiful thing to see a submissive bare themselves to you, but it was even better when that submissive was Y/N. She had already placed so much trust in him, already chosen him a plethora of times and proven her place. The cravings he’d had of her throughout the week had been almost debilitating. Half the time he was tempted to tell her to come over after work and say fuck it all to the weekend arrangement. Have her sit in his foyer with nothing on when he got home, or in his bed. 

Clicking open the cap of the cherry lubricant, he let a bit dribble down and over her hole. It had been something he’d been looking forward to since she had mentioned it to him, but now that he was getting to do it, that he was smearing his fingers to spread the lube over her while he felt the vibrations work through her body, the excitement only kept building. “This is pretty, y’know.” He mumbled. “Made to be fucked. Think all of your holes were. Makes sense that you’re such a filthy whore.” 

Y/N whimpered underneath him, rubbing her face into the duvet. He had considered tying her hair up so she couldn’t move her head, but that was something else he had to look forward to one day. There were so many options for them that his brain was constantly coming up with more plans, new debauchery to put her body through. His cock was scorching under his briefs, his pants tight, but he was far more focused on her. She was doing well so far, but he was waiting for a slip up. There wouldn’t be much grace given until his cock was buried in that tight little hole. 

“If you’d told me that the pretty girl who walked up all shy to be in that cafe would have her cunt dripping from being degraded while I prepared her ass to be fucked, I’d have been shocked. I imagine most people would. You come off as so sweet, demure… Such a good girl. But you’re nothing but a cock thirsty whore.” His hand pulled back to spank the round of her flesh, a mewl leaving her throat as she trembled slightly. “See? Have half a mind to record this. Maybe next time I will. Take a video of your pretty face while my cock splits your ass open, keep it bookmarked on my phone. So many things I want to do to you, my pet, and such little time in the day.” Clicking his tongue, he ran his finger over the pucker of her ass. It clenched around nothing, making him bite back a groan. She was completely and utterly exposed for him, at his mercy. Better yet, this is where she wanted to be. She chose this, came home with him after giving her boyfriend a metaphorical fuck you, and was now handing over her untouched hole with an eagerness he hadn’t seen in many people. 

“If it makes you happy, Daddy.” She said shakily, panting slightly. 

“Exactly. You’d do anything to make Daddy happy.” The dominant crooned, giving little warning as he pushed the tip of her finger into her ass. He could feel her start to shift her hips, so his opposite hand cracked over her hot skin again to cut it out. “Stop being fucking greedy. Barely got a quarter of a finger in there and you’re trying to fuck yourself on it. Pathetic.” 

Y/N apologized wearily, trying her best to keep still as his finger sunk in deeper. The toy’s vibrations against her clit had her feeling on edge already, but the intrusion in her ass was making her eyes water. “Sorry, I’m sorry but it feels good, Daddy. I want more.” 

Harry scoffed in amazement. This little thing had been having vanilla, missionary sex? She’d been subjected to holding back her true wants and for what? She should have always belonged to him. He knew what to do with her. Harry knew how to please her, how to work a body and a mind who craved this sort of stuff. “I know you do, Puppy. Want to thump your little leg and whine for more like a real pet, but you’re going to take whatever the fuck I give you, and you’re going to like it.” 

Of course, because of her begging, he let himself draw it out. 

Two minutes in she had warned she was going to cum, so he demanded she take the toy away for a minute before putting it back on, one setting higher. 5 minutes in and he added another finger, almost sending her into another orgasm. This time he had her hold the toy away for two minutes, repeating the cycle. Fucking the fingers into her tight channel, he could only imagine how good it was going to feel on his cock. 

“M’gonna add the third, and this time I think I’ll be generous and let you cum. You’ve been a good girl.” His voice softened up, putting his clean hand down and switching it to the next setting. “After that we’re going to try.” Harry was plenty aware of the fact that she had taken it like a champ. He’d even prepared her in the past when they spoke of it that he wouldn’t be upset if she needed more to work into it, but Y/N was definitely a go-getter. 

He watched carefully as he slowly worked the third finger in, watching her reactions. He’d been vigilant for her comfort, and while no one took fingers in the arse as a walk in the park the first time, she had done impressively well. Even with the ruined orgasms which he knew pissed her off immensely, she had been so fucking good and he couldn’t wait to reward her for it. “What’s your color, sweet girl?”

“Green- green, so green Daddy.” She slurred. “I’m so close. I-I’m gonna cum so soon.” This was the place he wanted to get her to, the slightly delirious pleasure filled state of mind that would make it all the more easy on her. The lax bodied ease in which she would be able to take his cock with less tenseness. 

“Go on, baby. Make a mess of yourself so you can take my cock in this pretty little hole.”

It seemed like his permission was enough to set her off. He felt her whole body shake, clenching around his fingers with her walls as she let out a wail he hadn’t heard from her before. Thighs trembling, hand accidentally losing grip of the toy and fingers tensing in the air as she backed into his fingers before trying to get away. His unoccupied hand gripped her hip and kept her in place, praising her as his fingers didn’t stop. In and out, he massaged and stretched her open as the orgasm rattled her bones. 

“That’s my best girl. Knew you could do it, little thing.” He cooed, soothing her skin as she stopped trying to escape the feeling. “Poor pussy, s’a lot hm? Daddy made you wait a little bit to cum, but it was worth it.” 

Y/N nodded into the soft fabric, not yet able to find her voice. This time he didn’t scold her, knowing it probably was intense from the mixture of new sensations and edging with quite a powerful toy. Instead he let her work through it, waiting for her to give him a sign. “Puppy? Alright?” 

“M’amazing.” She giggled, slapping her hand around to find the vibrator. “Can I turn it off, please?”

“Course. Go on, pet. It’s just about time for the real fun to start.”

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Y/N was boneless under him, tensing only when he slowly pulled fingers out to dribble some more lubricant over her hole. “Need to get it nice n’wet, my pet.” He was careful to describe what he was doing now that they were getting closer to the real thing. “M’gonna get my cock nice and slick too, make it easier to slide in. You’re a snug little thing, need to make sure we get you as comfortable as possible. 

She had no doubt in her mind that he would do that. Harry had never failed in taking care of her, always making sure she had what she needed. Maybe with quite literally anyone else she would be shaking with nervous, but with him it was only a tiny tremor in her hands. His unlubed fingers had stroked her hair away from her face and made her look at him, promising she was okay to continue before he had gotten to this point. His clothes off, his body heat radiating from behind her. “Okay, Daddy.” 

This mindset was newer to her. Everything felt a little fuzzy and a bit like slow motion but she didn’t feel scared. It was comforting. His voice was deep and calm, at least for now, brushing over her skin like a feather. If she could, she would arch into his words like a cat looking for a pet from it’s owner. Perhaps that was because that’s sort of what she felt like. 

“See? When you listen to instructions and don’t act like a brat, you’re so sweet.” He praised. “I’m gonna be a bit meaner to you, but it’s okay because my slutty little puppy quite likes it, I reckon.” 

She did. She did, she did, she did. She liked how pretty his voice was when he degraded her and acted like she was just a hole for him to unload his cum into. If that was what he wanted her to be, she would happily take it all like the overly eager puppy she turned him into. Something about the man and his demeanor, both as a dominant and a man in general, had her wanting to roll over and submit. There were stark differences between how Dom Harry and Regular Harry treated her, but they fell into the most delicious melting pot that she wanted to submerge her whole body in. “I like anything you do to me, Daddy.” She responded like the perfect little pet she was. 

Harry cooed at her, leaning over her body and placing a kiss on her shoulder. “I know. It’s what makes us so fun, isn’t it? I want to do nasty, dirty, horrible things to you… and you want to let me.” 

Y/N keened as she felt the tip of his cock slap a few times over her hole, eyes fluttering shut. It had been a long time in the making, and she wanted to feel him inside of her. In a place no one else had been before. It would be his, in her mind.

“You tell me if it’s too much. Color if you need to. Do you understand me?” 

Y/N nodded, humming to him, but that wasn’t good enough. A tap to her hip made her eyes peel back open to look at him, his eyes narrowed on her. “Words, Y/N. Tell me you understand how to use your colors and you feel safe.” Oooo, the government name.  If this wasn't the first time they were doing this he likely wouldn’t be so heavy on the double and triple checking, but it was a lot for her to take. He was a lot for her to take. 

“I understand, Daddy. I know I’m safe and I know how to use my colors. Please, fuck me now.” 

Harry gave her a warning glare before he exhaled through his nose, muttering about ‘where his good girl had gone’, but took it for now. They were both keyed up and ready to finally do this, and he couldn’t help that. 

It was cool in the room, but she felt hot all over, particularly under the skin, as his cock rubbed over the well lubed hole. 

Her brain’s fuzzy feeling returned as she felt the first bit begin to push in. It wasn’t entirely pleasant, as she knew it probably wouldn’t be, but she wasn’t about to tap out. Taking quick breaths, she was reminded by the dominant to change that. “Deep, slow breaths. You’ll hyperventilate if you keep doing that.” He murmured, rubbing small circles into her hip. 

His eyes were zoned in on the side of her face as he watched her grip the duvet in front of her. Ever so attentive, she knew he would stop if she asked but there was no point in asking that. Even when it hurt a bit, like he was stretching her so far out that she’d split, she didn’t do anything but curl her fingers and toes, making herself breathe through it. Harry was soft with his words, gentle with his touches as she let him sink into her slowly. 

There was no rushing this. Her body felt like molasses the longer he was inside of her,  not bothering to ask how much more was left. She’d done her research before she ever met Harry but even more after the fact about how to get through it. Deep breaths, good prep, communication. All three things she had actively gotten from him. It was now a journey of waiting for her body to stretch and accept. 

“I’m okay.” She whispered, reaching her hand back to his on her hip. “I feel okay. You can keep going.” He had little bits where he would wait a few moments before continuing to push in, but she wanted it over with. It was starting to become more pleasurable as her body adjusted and he was being cautious with her, but she could take it. 

“Okay.” He agreed, flipping over his hand and letting her hold it. 

Harry was trying his best not to take her out of the moment, or to cum himself. It felt stupidly good, the wet heat engulfing him and clenching around as she tried to adjust to the feeling. Was she truly tighter than anyone else he had, or was he just far more attached to her than the rest? It was something he’d need to unpack later while she was asleep in his bed and he could be creepy and look over her, but at the current moment he couldn’t recall another time where he had felt this good being inside of someone else. “M’gonna grind into you a bit, okay?” He warned her, slowly rocking his hips and hearing her gasp at the small movements. 

God, it felt so good. Like a damn vice, her hole gripping him tight as her nails dug into the back of his hand. For a second he was going to ask if she needed a moment, but the broken moan that left her swollen lips clued him into it. It was the complete opposite. “Oh, Puppy… You like how that feels?” 

“Uh-huh.” She nodded, spreading her legs a bit more. “I’m so f-full.” 

The way she said it was going to be ingrained in his wank bank forever. Whiny and shivery, but full of pleasure. Like she couldn’t believe how well she was filled. “You are. Nice n’snug inside this perfect hole. Think I was right about you being made to be fucked. Though… I think it’s mainly by me, yeah? Pretty holes made to be filled by me, cause I fill ‘em so perfectly.” 

“Yeah, Daddy.” She mewled, arching slightly as he pushed in a bit further. “It’s so perfect and I l-love it. It hurts but it feels so good n’I wanna do it again.” 

“Haven’t even finished this one and you’re already planning our next fuck… Really are Daddy’s girl. Addicted to my cock inside of you, jus’ like I’m obsessed with filling you.” She didn’t know just how true those words rang out now. How he had poured over the fact that he liked her far more than he should for an arrangement like this, how he had been so desperate for her that he’d broken his rule -which he never does as a dominant- and made her cum in the bathroom during their lunch because he had wanted to make her feel good so badly that it made him feel borderline insane. 

“I am. I’m Daddy’s girl.” She babbled, pushing back into him. “I can take more. You can- you can fuck me. I can take it, I promise. Green.” The urging made him chuckle to himself because fuck, could she get any more perfect?  Make it any more obvious that she was completely and utterly made for him, saying all the shit he had been hoping she would? 

For once, the dominant couldn’t tell his submissive no. 

He was slow about it at first, listening to her mewl. Filling her up and pulling out shallowly, letting her adjust to the action. The man relished in the feeling of her stretching and clinging to him, greedily trying to keep him inside of her.  It became increasingly hard to keep his composure, but the good news was that Y/N didn’t want him to. 

The slow crescendo gained momentum, the hand she was holding falling down as she tried to move herself onto her hands. While he had been trying to keep it slower for her, it seemed his submissive craved more- fucking herself back onto him with the sweetest whines being punched out of her as she did so. The gall, the audacity of the girl had him laughing under his breath- but he wasn’t going to let it go.

His hand gripped her hair, swiftly pulling it around his fist like a leash and pulling her up onto her knees. “If you want more, you’ll take it like this.” It was reminiscent of their other time he loved to look back on, but his prick was filling a different hole. Teeth descended onto her neck as he picked up the pace, biting down as she squealed his honorific into the air. “Oh, what? Is it too deep? Too much? You want to get greedy and now it’s too much for that slutty hole?” He cooed, the condescending tone making her shiver. “That’s too fucking bad then. You know what to say to get me to stop.” Unless she uttered that word, he knew she could take it. 

Y/N felt lightheaded in the best way. This new sort of pleasure had her dripping all over her thighs, her clit pulsing between her legs as he fucked into her ass. Pounded it, really, in a way she had only dreamed about. Pinpricks on her scalp from the grip on her hair, involuntary noises being punched out of her lungs from the pressure, she was feeling her eyes lull with each thrust. It was only with him, she didn’t have to think about anything but how good she felt. How to please him, how to piss him off, how he would make her cum. The most primal of urges being met, all the while he was focused on her. There was no thought of work infiltrating his brain, or sports, or the distraction of texts or pulling out mid stroke for a phone call- no. In their intimate moments, Harry was just as tuned into her as she was, him. 

“You fuck me so good.” Somewhere along the line, those thoughts had her tearing up. This was the first partner in which she had felt the reciprocated want, the attention she felt she deserved being laid down onto her. Her eyes stung but there was no way to stop it as the tears began to dribble down her cheeks. Something like an emotional release starting as the physical pleasure began to bubble up in her stomach, his hand winding around to the front to circle her slippery clit. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop fucking me.” 

The words probably held more weight than she realized, her shuddering voice making him groan into her neck. “As long as you want me, I’ll keep going.” His voice was deep with the pleasure, hoarse as he promised her he wouldn’t stop. “You feel so good, baby. I’ll give you whatever you need. Don’t ever worry.” turning her head, his tongue licked over the salty tear that had fallen down her cheek. “Your holes are mine, aren’t they? Every single one. No one else’s. Only for Daddy to fuck. Took this ass n’now it’s mine.” He himself was losing it a bit at her declaration, finding himself close. “My perfect slut.”

The intensity was high but neither of them wanted to stop. Unspoken words thick in the air as the pleasure filled both of their bodies, leading them towards their ends sooner than they’d want. It was when his fingers filled her pussy and his the heel of his palm smacked against her clit as he fucked her in both holes that she new she couldn’t stop her upcoming orgasm. 

“Yeah- uh-huh, just use me. I’ll be good, I’ll be so, so good for you Daddy. They’re yours, I’m yours. I’m yours, I promise- Oh, fuck.” She sobbed, feeling his fingers quicken on her clit. “I need to cum. I need to cum, Please, please let me. You can keep fucking me, Jus’ let me cum. I’m so good, I’m your good little slut.”

“Y-yeah.” His mouth fell open and the moan was loud and slightly shaky.  “Cum for me. Cum for me, pretty fucking girl, I’m gonna cum in you. Let go, It’s okay- Give it t’me. Give it.” He demanded, his mouth shadowing her own as they inhaled each other’s pants. They were glistening and sticky with sweat, sloppy on the thighs, lips swollen and marked up in the most animalistic way and they’d never been more in tune with their bodies- or each other. 

Y/N couldn’t stop herself as she got permission, his pulsing fingers getting one specific spot inside of her and his cock filling her ass over and over again sending her over the edge. White flashed her vision as she shuddered in his arms, a unfamiliar scream leaving her throat. Gushing around his fingers, she squirted a little stream of liquid down his hand. Both holes clenching, her body unsure if she should push herself closer or pull away, she sobbed out his name. “Harry- Harry, oh my fuck-” 

The combination of many things had led to his own orgasm, but it was particularly his real name that had him pushed to his limits. His own pathetic moan of hers followed, pulling her mouth to his own as he kissed her messily. Each pulse of his balls added another stream of cum inside of her, thighs twitching as he felt some of his strength draining along with his cock. He was in slight disbelief how intense he felt it, his toes feeling damn near numb as he tried to snap back into caretaker mode as he unwound his hand from her hair and slowly leaned her down to lay on the bed. 

“Oh, baby…” He whispered, peppering kisses to her cheeks. “Fuck, sweet girl… what the fuck are you doin’ to me?” A laugh of disbelief left his swollen lips, nudging his nose against hers. Y/N let out a weak noise of acknowledgement, melting right into the bed as he laid on top of her. Doing his best to keep his weight from squishing her, he tried to gain some composure with deep breathing. He’d fallen into a different headspace there, and it had been quite a while since he had done it. Forever, really, for that certain brand of it. It wasn’t just a dominant headspace, but one that felt something for the girl he was inside of. More than what was allowed. At this point though, he didn’t particularly care about the logistics of it. 

There was no way he wasn’t going to make this girl his. Ethics be damned. 

“Angel? Y’alright?” He whispered, getting a grunt from her. “Yeah? I’m gonna have to pull out in a few seconds so I can get the stuff to take care of you. I’ll be slow, and come right back.” It wasn’t like he wanted to go anywhere from her, If he had it his way he’d be inside of her 24/7. But he needed to take proper care of his girl, and aftercare was something he simply wouldn’t skip. 

“No.” She whimpered. “Don’t want you t’go.” The words were muffled together, like her lips weren't working that well, and it made the man smile. She was well and truly fucked out. This time, though, it was mutual. 

“I have to, sweetheart. Don’t want you laying in all this filth. Sticky, aren’t you?” He knew he was. It was worse for her, considering she had been double stuffed with his cum today. Internally, he was very happy about that.

“A little.” She huffed, turning her head and eyeing him. “I don’t wanna move. I don’t think I’ve got bones, Daddy.” The whisper made him smile, knowing that she was still in that space. He’d work her out of it, make sure she was all clean and boneless while feeling safe. 

“You’ve got bones, love. Daddy jus’ fucked you pretty good.” He smoothed the sweaty strands of hair from her face. “Do you need something before I go n’grab the stuff to make you feel like you’ve got bones again?” 

Her face turned a little more, lips puckering out. “Kissy, please.” 

When he’d look back at it later, he would pinpoint that as the moment all the defenses around his heart broke. There was no more denying it. She had him. Hook, line and sinker.  

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[enhaheeseung]

BREAK UP - L. HEESEUNG

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader

Warnings: crying, break up, angst, cursing, heartbreak, arguments.

Word count: 2,072k

Note: I'm just writing a few drabbles for now, hoping to get my engagement up a bit. This is really rushed, so it’s not good, but oh well.

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“Babe, when are you coming to bed?”

It’s twelve am, and you have been waiting hours past your bedtime so you can finally go to sleep with your boyfriend for the first time in literal months.

It’s been a while since he started working from home, and you thought that would free up some space for you both to spend time together.

You thought you guys could go back to normal like how you used to be but now it seemed like he worked even more after being able to work from home on top of his promotion.

You received no answer, and you sighed. This had been going on for months, him ignoring you and solely focusing on work. You disappointedly slipped under the covers so you could patiently wait for him to be finished.

Staring at the clock, you counted down every minute until a full thirty minutes passed.

You decided to give it another go thinking half hour may have been enough time for him to conclude his work. “Honey, it’s so late,” your voice is groggy, eyes half opened, and you’re still worried about your boyfriend’s well-being. How could you not be when he barely ate and barely slept anymore? The last time you two spent quality time together was so long ago you couldn’t even remember. “Please come to bed. I know you’re tired.”

He snaps at your words, only increasing the annoyance that he currently feels. “Can you just stop talking, damn?!” He agitatedly shouts out of nowhere, turning his head in your direction with an angry expression plastered on his tired features.

Startled by the sudden loudness of his tone you jumped a little bit not used to him speaking to you that way. “S-sorry I was just worried” you tucked back under the covers your heart aching in your chest cause of what he said to you.

He was always on edge lately, but you never received that type of treatment from him. Ever even in your five years of dating, he has always been respectful to you.

“You’re sorry?” he scoffs. “You should be sorry I’m the one working hard every day to provide for you and all the frivolous bullshit you buy, and this is the thanks I get. Do me a favor and stop fucking bothering me while I’m working,” he rubs his temples, turning his attention back to his computer.

It most certainly wasn’t the first time he’d said such harsh words to you after your constant nagging for him to eat and sleep more, but this was the first time you felt pure anger from him, and it worried you cause he was never this bad before and you feared that as time went on like this it would just get worse.

“O-okay.” You looked at his stressed back, noticing how tense his shoulders were, and you felt bad knowing he was taking on all of the work to provide for you both. Apparently, all you were doing was bothering him, but you weren’t doing it intentionally. “I guess it’s a crime to care about my boyfriend.” Your voice broke a little, and you turned your back to him, calling it quits for the night. He could come to bed whenever he wanted.

“You know what?” He shuts the computer and sighs. “I think.” he pauses for a moment, the silence getting the best of your nerves cause you were scared about what he was going to say. “We should just break up.”

His words dangle in the air for minutes, and within those minutes, you feel tears pricking your eyes and your heart breaking into little tiny bits. “Hee-“ you sat up now, looking at him with your bloodshot eyes.

“I know you’re going to run down every reason why we shouldn’t, but I’m done. I’m tired of this, and I’m tired of talking. I can’t do it anymore, and nothing you say can ever change my mind.”

You’re left absolutely speechless too stunned to even say anything not to say he would want to hear it or listen now anyway.

You’ve spent so many long years of your life with him that you couldn’t see yourself being with anyone else besides him you thought that he was your happy ever after and to hear him say he wants to break up felt like a dream a very bad dream never in your life did you ever think he’d say the words but he did and it came out so easily like he’s been wanting to say it but only now decided to.

And the thought made you upset because if he’s been feeling this way for this long why did he even bother to string you along knowing he didn’t see a future with you anymore after your guys relationship went downhill?

In the midst of your thoughts his voice brings you back to the present. “I’ll call your mom in the morning so you can get all your stuff and be out by tomorrow.” You don’t respond, and the only thing you hear for the next few hours is typing on a keyboard.

You would go to the sofa, but you’re literally glued to the bed, paralyzed by grief.

The tears wouldn’t stop flowing, and they definitely didn’t stop once he came to bed. If anything, they got worse when you felt his warmth so close to you but yet so far away.

He tried slipping his hand around your waist, but you slapped it away. “Don’t touch me,” you say through your heartbroken cries.

He immediately retracted his hand, a little surprised at first by how quickly you rejected his touch.

He didn’t care really he just thought it might comfort you a little so you could sleep since you’ve been up crying for literally hours but it didn’t matter one way or the other to him as he turned on his side and shut his lamp off.

Heeseung slept soundly while you lay awake, crying every last tear you had left in you.

-

When morning struck, heeseungs alarm woke him up. His eyes shot open, and he quickly grabbed his phone, turning the awful sound off.

He turned towards your side of the bed and patted the soft material in search of your warmth, but he found none.

His eyes opened, and he was met with a few luggage bags that looked to be packed already. He sat up confused for a moment until memories of last night flooded his mind.

He heard a rustle coming from the closet, and you appeared a second later, already fully dressed this early in the morning. Usually, you would still be asleep when he started work.

But obviously, today was different.

His eyes shifted throughout the room. Most of your stuff was already gone.

As you walked to each end of the room collecting your stuff, his eyes followed you, watching your every movement.

The moment he saw you grabbing all your ornaments, he felt an ache in his chest.

You didn’t have much in the bedroom, but those little ornaments had you written all over them, and it was one of the few things that made it obvious to him that he wasn’t living alone, and seeing them all getting wiped out made him feel sick to his stomach. “Y/n?” He mumbled out while nervously picking at his nails.

You didn’t answer. Of course, you didn’t. He said he was done talking, and so were you. Last night, you came to terms with this. It took hours, but you just accepted it.

You had to.

Were you going to miss him?

Yes.

Was it going to hurt?

Yes.

But you didn’t want to be in his life if he didn’t want you to be in his.

You continued to pick up the little porcelain cat decorations, and that’s when he decided to slip out from under the covers and walk over to you, standing behind you and taking the figurine from your hand, setting it back down where it had been sitting for the last couple of years. “I’m sorry,” he whispered in your ear while back hugging you, the warmth of his bare chest sending electricity throughout your body. “About last night, sweetheart, I was just tired and said a lot of things I didn’t mean, and I know that it sounds like a shitty excuse, but I really didn’t mean it, baby. I’ve just been so stressed lately, and I hate myself for taking it out on you. I’m so sorry I made you cry.” he closed his eyes, inhaling your scent, the one he’d been missing for months.

You hated yourself for the way you melted into his arms after all the things he said to you last night, but it’s just been so long since you felt his touch on you that you couldn’t help it.

You leaned into him, his body pressing flush against yours. It felt so good being in his strong arms again.

But as fast as you melted, you hardened up even quicker, slipping out of his grasp.

You started packing up your things again, keeping a good distance from him because right now you know you could easily forgive him, but you didn’t want to because there’s no way he could say what he said to you last night and change up so quickly in the morning you weren’t falling for it.

When you walked by him, he quickly extended his hand, grabbing you by your elbow, pulling you into his chest, and hugging you closely. “Little one, please forgive me.” he rested his chin atop your head, stroking your back softly. “I need you. Love, without you, I don’t have anything, you know that. Remember, I’ve told you so many times everything I do is all for you. I know I made a mistake, but I’m sorry. Please forgive me, please?” His voice shook slightly, and you could feel just how fast his heart was beating against your chest and the words were on the tip of your tongue, but for the way you feel right now, you think breaking up would just be for the best.

You two were living different lives, and the compatibility wasn’t aligned anymore. As much as you hated living a life without him, the thought of living a life where he was working and you were being neglected was something you hated even more.

Your breath got caught in your throat the moment his lips pressed against your neck. “Please,” he begged in between each soft kiss he left on your neck. “Say something, please,” he sniffles softly and rests his palms over your stomach.

You peeled his hand off your body, turning around to tell him that you were done straight to his face, but it was so hard cause he looked absolutely distraught. “Heeseung, I’m leaving, and that’s final.”

The sob he let out almost made you break down in tears yourself. He tried to cover it by cupping his mouth, but it was too late. It was one of the most heartbreaking things you’ve ever heard from him, and you had to leave now before you ended up forgiving him.

You quickly grabbed your things, wheeling them to the front door with him close behind you. “I can’t let you go, y/n. I-I love you.” his arms were secured around you again, and you stood there, trying to remain as emotionless as possible until he finally let go of you. “So that’s just it? What am I supposed to do without you, baby?” He asked warm tears running down his cheeks he looked so sad and vulnerable.

“You said you were tired of talking, and at this point, so am I. Goodbye, heeseung. I hope work treats you better than I ever could.” You unlocked the front door and opened it.

“Y/n-“

“Enough!” You shouted at him, losing your patience finally and letting all your months of pent-up anger get the best of you.

He stood there completely stunned by you raising your voice at him, and it left him speechless.

Even though his mouth was parted like he wanted to say something, the words just never made their way out.

The last thing you saw before slamming the door was his sad, tearful expression, but this was what he asked for, and he got it.

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[reidsdaisies]

So a request:

You walk in on Spencer with a dildo in his ass(or vibrator or even just his own fingers), trying to get himself off and he’s never told you he wanted to be pegged or anything but you obviously have to go help the poor whiny man, he needs you. -🐈‍⬛

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༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; spencer reid x fem!reader ༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; nsfw - mention of masturbation (m), sub!spencer. ༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.6k ༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; if this is the same 🐈‍⬛ anon who requested the ‘promise me’ fic.. girly i am so fucking sorry 😭 i started it back in November and never finished it and i feel really bad about it. i’ll try to work on it but i don’t trust myself to make promises :/ i pray you’ve stuck around and i still hope you can enjoy this one, really sorry to leave you hanging for so long i forgot i even drafted this one!

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When you walked into you and Spencer’s shared apartment after driving back home from work, his converse lying on the shoe rack by the door, but the place being way too quiet, you knew something was up.

You dropped your things off in their usual place – coat on the hook by the door, shoes on the rack, purse discarded on the table – and made your way to your room.

As soon as you approached the room, you were surprised to hear moans coming from behind the door.

The moans were consistent, and you knew what he was doing in there, or at least you thought you knew what he was doing. But when you knocked once, calling his name gently before twisting the knob and opening the door, you were even more surprised to not find him with his hand wrapped around his cock, but instead in an even more compromising position, naked from the waist down, lying on the bed with your vibrator stuffed deep inside his hole.

He involuntarily moaned at you calling for him, scrambling to pull the toy out and turn it off.

“Y/N!” He shrieked, eyes wide, features clearly conveying just how guilty he felt. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh, is that so?” You cocked your head to the side, skeptical of him, though you already knew that’s not the truth, it was exactly as it looked. You stepped further into the room, inching closer towards the bed.

“If it’s not what it looked like, then what were you doing?”

“I-I..” he choked, swallowing his words and huffing in defeat as he slumped against the bed, his hand falling limply to the side, the toy glistening. Your eyes darted to the nightstand, a bottle of lube, your lube, out and open. Poor baby was so eager to fuck himself that he couldn’t even close the damn bottle.

“Y-you what?” You mocked. You knew it was cold, you’ve always hated being mocked so why mock him? Maybe it was just something about how adorably weak his voice sounded as he tried to stall, or how absolutely wrecked he looked. He sounded pretty close to coming when you walked in, it’s possible you may have even ruined his orgasm.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about how.. I want you to fuck me.. but not like normal..” he admitted, looking down timidly at his lap, his cock still hard, leaking, and begging for release.

“You want it in the ass, am I correct?”

He nodded. You gave him that look, the look you give him when you need him to speak up.

“Y-yeah, that’s right. I want it in, uhm, I want you to.. in my..”

You beamed at his words, practically hopping over to him, jumping beside him on the bed.

“You could’ve just said so,”

Your demeanor changed, back to the partner he knew to be just as eager in bed as him, though much less shy around topics like this.

“There’s no reason to be so shy about this, honey. Did you think I’d be ashamed of this or turn you down?”

He hesitated slightly, eyes searching yours for any signal of revealing that you were attempting to deceive him. There were none, and you weren’t, so he shook his head.

“No.”

“Then why wait to get caught in the act before telling me?”

“I was just worried about what you might think of me..”

You gave him a sympathetic pout, gently stroking a hand over his cheek.

“I promise I’d never think poorly of you for liking something like this,”

You paused for a moment, moving your hand down and trailing your fingers gently along the soft skin of his thigh, making him tense a bit.

“..do you still want my help?”

You giggled at the eagerness he displayed as he gave you his answer of “yes!”, and took hold of the toy, ready and willing to help him out.

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[yeostars]

When ATEEZ members give you back hugs, reaction post! [hyung line ver.]

<3 Hongjoong

•Hongjoong had invited you to visit him in his new studio when you were free from work. It was getting pretty hard to spend time with your bf nowadays, and the only way you could be together was if you visited him in his studio while he was working. You took up on the offer because, why not? You would also get to see how his new studio looked like and you were excited.

•When you finally reached, hongjoong welcomed you warmly, showing you around his new studio proudly: the brand new gigantic sofa, the decorative lights, the new computer setup, everything looked amazing. You couldn't take your eyes off your surroundings, hongjoong had decorated it on quite a minimalist manner yet it looked stylish, you definitely felt that it was truly his style.

•Your breath almost hitched in your throat as two arms wrapped around your waist, slowly, as you examined a few paintings he hung at the top of the wall. "Looks good, doesn't it? Do you like it, babe?" He asked, his voice low. You placed your own palm above his arms wrapped around you, caressing it softly. "It looks amazing, joong. You're surely gonna love working here from now on." You said, a blush creeping up on your cheeks when he pulled you even closer to him.

"I missed you. It's sad that the only way we can spend time nowadays is when you visit me while I'm at work." He sounded frustrated. You felt disappointed about that too, ofcourse, but thats just how it was: your work timings and his were different so the only time when you truly got to spend time with him was during the weekends.

"I missed you too, love. Lets plan a short trip for this weekend, even if it's two days, we'll make the most of the time we have together." You tried your best to sound enthusiastic. Hongjoong always loved that about you, how you tried to be happy in front of him even though he knew you were disappointed sometimes.

"That sounds great. Now that you're here, let me order your favourite food, then we can plan the trip today itself." His arms left your waist, and his fingers naturally intertwined with yours, as he led you towards the couch. You both sat comfortably there, spending your precious time together to the fullest.

<3 Seonghwa

• You had a pretty bad day. Might just be the worst day of your life, nothing seemed to work out the way you wanted it to- you accidentally dropped your favourite mug and hot coffee spilled all over your brand new work outfit, you were late for the bus at the bus stop and you barely managed to get work and reply to mails at work, your senior had asked you to take over an absent employee's work but you couldn't get it done efficiently and got a lot of hearing from your boss regarding the same.

• Hence, here you were, sitting at the edge of your bed that you shared with your bf, your head buried in your knees as you quietly sobbed. Seonghwa was going to be home soon and you wanted to stop crying and try to be normal because you did not want to make him worry, he was going to be quite tired himself from practice. But you couldn't help it, you cried half of the time and half of the time you cursed yourself mentally.

• You almost started to get a migraine because of how much you had cried till now. You didn't even notice that Seonghwa came back home, calling out for you. At this point, you felt that you were about to have a bad anxiety attack.

"Y/N, you're already home?" He called out, searching for you and cautiously approached your shared bedroom, entering only once he noticed that the door was slightly open.

"Sweetheart? What are you doing here?" He asked, noticing your hunched shoulders, your back faced him as he entered. Without another word, he sat behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer to his chest. Seonghwa did not need to say anything else, he knew how you were when you were at your lowest and knew exactly what you wanted- physical affection. You immediately leaned into his embrace, your head resting against his shoulder.

"Breathe in, and out- yes, that's it. You're okay. Everything's okay, I'm here." Seonghwa hummed in satisfaction as your breathing was under control, and if he hadn't come now you would have already had a pretty bad anxiety attack. His hands moved on slow, comforting circles on your arms, his embrace truly was the most comforting thing in the world.

"I got pretty worried when I reached home and didn't see you in the living room. What happened, love?" He asked after a while.

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you." You let out, slowly facing him as you felt better and calmed down. Seonghwa reached out for your face, his fingers gently wiping your tear stained cheeks. "Please, don't apologise for this. You know that I'm always here for you. Wanna talk about it?" You nodded, but before that Seonghwa quickly got up and bought you a glass of water, watching you with a soft smile at the corner of his lips as you slowly chugged the water down. "Good. Now tell me who i have to deal with, who made you cry like this?" He asked, sounding quite serious.

"It's nothing, hwa. I just happened to have the worst day ever, all because of my clumsiness." You let out with a huff, and Seonghwa placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. He listened to you rant about anything and everything, all night- your worst day had apparently become so much better because of Seonghwa.

<3 Yunho

• It was the weekend, you got up quite earlier than usual instead of staying in bed and sleeping longer. Your stomach grumbled violently, you remembered how you barely had dinner last night because you were trying intermittent fasting to loose some weight. As you thought about whipping up a breakfast that was healthy and could make you full as well, you slowly untangled yunho's arms around your shoulders, careful not to wake him up and headed towards the bathroom to brush first and then made your way towards the kitchen.

• The first light of dawn streamed towards the kitchen window, as you softly hummed to yourself while flipping some eggs and reached the cutting board to slice up a few avocados to add on top. All of a sudden, a pair of strong arms encircled your waist, making you flinch. "Geez, can you atleast give me a warning!!!" You let out, calming down instantly as you saw Yunho's adorable still-sleepy face and he backed down a little, rubbing his eyes. You chuckled, placed his arms around your waist once again and continued slicing up the avocados.

• "You seriously get scared by the smallest stuff, don't you?" He teased, now fully awake. "Not my fault that you hug me from behind out of nowhere. You know I flinch easily."

"Good morning to you too." He replied instead, placing his chin firmly on your shoulder, observing your every little move on the cutting board. You hummed, now reaching out for the whole wheat bread packet. Yunho's eyes landed on your neck, and he detached his chin from your shoulders, smirking to himself. A noticeable, reddish spot, a hickey- at the right side of your neck. "What are you doing?" You asked, as your eyes met his and you glanced down sideways, trying your best to see what exactly he was staring at and tracing that made him so smug. He now placed a kiss exactly at the spot where he gave you a hickey, admiring it.

•"You're insane, you know that? I'll have to cover that up with makeup now, I have work tomorrow..." You sighed, but at the same time you couldn't hide the blush that formed on your cheeks as you remembered what exactly had happened last night.

"I'll do it more often now. How about I suck at a spot right besides this one?" Yunho teased, as you swatted your arm playfully at his, he lightly stumbled behind. "That's what you get for being mean first thing in the morning." You pouted, but reached forward and placed a soft kiss on his cheek regardless when he flashed you his best innocent puppy face smile.

"Go brush and sit, I'll cook some eggs for you too." You said and he nodded, practically running towards the bathroom because apparently he was very hungry, too.

<3 Yeosang

• It was a day off for the both of you. Regardless, you had to get some work done from home because you had been procrastinating for the same. After having breakfast together, yeosang was sitting on the couch, gaming in your living room and you sat at the work desk in your room, carefully reviewing mails and getting such work done.

• You spent 2 hours consistently working, and although your chair was quite comfortable your shoulders started to ache badly. Right when you were groaning about your shoulder pain, Yeosang entered your room, passing you a gentle smile. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms all around your neck, and you giggled when his breath tickled your ears.

"You've been working since hours, y/nnie~ come on, it's time to have lunch." He said, staring at your laptop screen and you typed hurriedly, your stomach grumbling at the mention of lunch, you were quite hungry.

"Just a few minutes, then we can order something. Ah, my shoulder hurts, can you move behind a little?" You asked, and Yeosang immediately removed his hands from your neck, resting them gently on your shoulders instead.

"Sorry, I didn't realise. You want me to massage them? I'm sure you'll feel relieved if I do, I'm quite skilled." He added.

"Yes, please. Thank you in advance, yeo." You sighed in pleasure as he bagan to knead your shoulders with him thumbs, applying gentle pressure to the knots that had formed from hours of tension. His fingers worked expertly, finding the tight spots and easing the stiffness with slow, deliberate movements.

"Make sure to take breaks in between. You overwork yourself sometimes." He said, continuing to massage your shoulders skillfully. "I will, thank you. You're the best." You continued to work for a few minutes more as Yeosang sat on your bed, watching you. When your work was finally done, you got up, and Yeosang reached for you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "Let's order something, I'm starving."

"How about we watch the drama you're currently watching, while having lunch?" You said, knowing how much Yeosang loved watching that drama. "That'd be perfect, let's go." He smiled, leading you towards the living room.

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can i request for power bottom Butcher (the boys) overstimulating subtop male reader until he's basically crying and shaking? :3 bonus points if reader has powers (but is not a sup)

Billy Butcher x Supe male reader

Ficlet

This lit something in my brain, but I am also tired, so the writing might be kinda messy. I didn’t have any specific powers in mind, but spiderman was in the back of my mind, so kinda based off that.

It’s been hard to get in the smut writing mood for a while, so im tryna dip my toes back into it. Hopefully it’s still good even though I’m rusty.

not proofread 🤞

The motel room was hot and humid, sweat running down the side of your forehead and into your hairline. You could taste the salt whenever you licked your lips, the dingy mattress under you soaked from all the sweat and other bodily fluids that had left not only you but Butcher as well.

The yellowed sheets were streaked with dirt from his heavy boots as he crouched above you, your chest shuddering as his strong hands grasped tightly at your calves. If it wasn’t for your healing factor, dark bruises would have dug into them a while ago, but they faded as soon as Butcher left them on you, making him grumble something about supes and their stupid powers.

You were the only one naked out of the two of you, body glistening in what little light passed in through the blinds, your hair a mess and eyes wet from unshed tears. Butcher had only kicked off his pants, even dragging them down and off, leaving his boots on before he had clambered up onto the bed and shoved your legs up by the knees.

Amazon position, you think it was called, something you had only seen online once or twice. But here was Butcher, smirking down at you as you grip at the sheets, tearing the cheap covers like tissue paper as you panted and moaned. There was something feral in his eyes as you tried to hump up into him, but the way he held your legs and pressed his weight down on you made it almost impossible, even with your super strength.

“B-Butch” you pant out, eyes blinking up a storm as you try to find the words, tongue feeling thick and useless, leaving you floundering like a fish out of water. You two had been going for hours, or rather, Butcher would push and pull at you, put his mouth on you, or jerk you till you were almost there. But then he would pull back, patting you on the head and telling you “Be good” before doing something else.

It could be anything from scrolling through the few channels on the cheap motel tv, to him going out to smoke a cigarette, or leaving to just wander the area or going to the store. The last one he had done before he came back to climb on top of you as he was now, his sturdy body bearing down on you so deliciously.

You were so close, close enough that it made you feel like you were about to cry. Something Butcher could easily tell, if the growing predatory smirk on his face meant anything. A warbled cry left you as he pulled up and off you again, a slick wet noise sounding as his hole pulled off your cock. You didn’t need to look to know that your length was a deep pained color, your balls so full and heavy that they felt almost as tortured as your cock.

Butcher laughed, voice heavy and dominant in the way that made your brain feel like mush melting out of your ears. Your bottom lip drew up and wobbled as you tried hard not to beg or cry, vision growing so blurry with tears even as Butcher’s hand reached down and patted your cheek. “Come on pup, you can take it, can’t ya?” he laughed, his voice so deliciously taunting and cruel that it made you throb, precum pouring out of your slit and down your sensitive aching shaft.

“Ya wanna be good for me, I know you do. My little supe” Butcher purred, leaning down just enough to ghost a kiss against the crown of your head. His satisfied tone made the tears spill over, a shaky sob leaving your chest as you dug your fingers into the mattress, a loud rip ringing out throughout the motel room.

The tsk that left Butcher made your heart ache, another pitiful pained sob leaving you. But this time it was not from the gut aching need to cum, but the very idea that you might have disappointed him. As his hand cradled your face more surely, you couldn’t help but nuzzle into it, kissing at his callused palm as you whimper out broken slurred apologies.

The silence felt heavy and loaded, but in the end, Butcher just sighed like one would sigh if they found out their pet had chewed up the carpet. “Can’t expect a supe like you to control himself. But ya did good enough, good boy” he rumbled out. And before you knew it, that tight wet heat was swallowing up your cock once more, punching the breath out of your chest as you keened, lost for words as Butcher started riding you like he was punishing you.

“come on boy, cum for me, show me what a supe like you has to offer” he growled out in that hot purred way, his weight slamming down on you as he worked his knees. You felt dizzy, sweat pouring off your body as you gasped and let out noises closer to a bark than a moan, the noise punched out of you every time his weight fell on your own.

It was almost enough, but there was something missing, even Butcher seemed to realize this. So, as you cried out tears of edging and sensitivity, Butchers strong hand grasped your chin, pressing his thumb and fingers into your jaw to make it unhinge and hang open. Your vision cleared up just enough to see him purse his lips, and watch as he spat into your mouth.

You couldn’t even tell if his spit had hit your tongue before you came, a noise coming from deep inside your chest as your entire body shook, jolts and quivers rushing through you as your entire lower body burned. It felt like you were underwater, his deep voice nothing more than a pleasant hum as he presumably praised you, his body pressing down on yours more insistently until you could only imagine he had finished too.

You felt like a well loved toy when he rose up off of you, standing on the ruined torn mattress as you spread out like an unfolded piece of paper, silent tears still running down your cheeks as you shivered from the aftershocks. A shaky whimper left you as you sensed Butcher getting off the bed and leaving to somewhere, but he was back before you could start crawling out of that blurry but pleasant spot you were in.

Butcher pressed kisses to your sweaty hair as he wiped you down, his voice low as he rumbled more praise and words of affirmation, even though he knew you couldn’t fully register what he was saying yet. His beard tickled as the kisses traveled down to your cheek, before they pressed against your own, Butcher leaving a sweet lingering kiss on your bitten lips.

Easily Butcher picked you up, moving you to the second bed of the motel room. There was no saving of the torn monstrosity that had been the bed he had played with you on all day, with the large rips and the stuffing spilling out. Hed remember to leave extra cash for it when you two left.

With a sigh Butcher shrugged off the rest of his clothes, crawling into bed beside you, letting you melt into his hairy chest as Butcher scrolled through the few channels on the tv. He settled on some Spanish telenovela, a loving huff leaving him as he felt your hands sticking to his chest as you lost grip of your powers. With a last kiss to the top of your head, Butcher settled back, letting you take all the time you needed to come back to earth. After that, he would get some food and drink in you, and a shower, you both needed that.

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haha. i’ve got a funny request. how do u feel about dentists and nanami.😕

Overtime Smiles (Nanami Kento x Gn Reader)

Heyy ♡ ︎ It took me a little while to get back to posting again because of life but I should be posting more soon. I know you wanted NSFW girlie so I've tried and this is the best I could do. I hope you enjoy❦︎

Summary: After waking up in Nanami's bed from a night of drinking, you plan on avoiding him until you find out you have an appointment with your dentist.. Who happens to be Nanami.

Tags: Dentist!Nanami Kento x Gn! Reader, Mentions of drinking, One night stand, Smut, PWP, Deepthroating, Cum Swallowing, Not proofread, WC: 4.5k

I’d been studying his sleeping face for about an hour. More and more sunlight was creeping through the window and my opportunity to make a clean escape was getting smaller and smaller. Fuck, why did I drink so much? Clubbing with Gojo never ends well, why did I think this time would be any different? And out of all people to hook up with, it was fucking Nanami Kento. An old highschool acquaintance that in recent years had become a shoulder for me to cry on, someone I hung out with nearly daily. 

From the corner of my eye I spot the hoodie I left here a few days ago. Damn, I either take it now, or leave it forever, cus there's no way I'm gonna be able to double back for that. Not when Kento wakes up and finds me gone. Fuck. Would he even remember last night? Again, how the fuck did last night even happen.

...Fuckkkkkk I really liked that hoodie…

He groaned as he adjusted his sleeping position, oblivious to the dilemma I was facing. Son of a bitch, what do you do when the friend you usually call to get you out of shit is the reason you're in deep shit to begin with? 

I’d been in his room so many times before, I've been in this bed countless times, I knew what made the bed springs squeal and what kept them quiet.

I slowly remove the blanket and awkwardly shuffle to the edge of the bed, which still creaked despite my most careful efforts. No sound from the slumbering hunk 3 feet away, so I figured I was probably safe.

I spotted my clothes thrown about near the door of the room, escaping so tantalisingly away, but I had to overcome the hardest part of this whole situation. Getting off the actual bed without the goddamn mattress announcing it to the whole apartment.

I grip the edges of the mattress.

I breathe in..

I tense my body as I press my feet to the floor.

And breathe out..

Despite my best efforts, I only managed to avoid the worst of it, the springs still wailed as I stood and I cursed Kento’s sleeping face for not getting memory foam like I suggested months ago. 

But his expression didn’t change. He laid there asleep and without any concern. What day was it, again? Did he have work or something? Maybe I should wake him up. 

No, focus, if luck is on my side he won't remember anything and I can worry myself with all that as soon as I get the hell out of here.

I tiptoed around his room, scooping what I could of last night’s outfit off the cold floor. I also find my phone with a now cracked screen, fortunately still charged and notifications cluttering the display. Worried texts and clustered missed calls from Gojo, while Shoko had only sent a few messages and called once. I’ll take care of that when I get at least halfway decent.

Shimmying out of the bedroom is an exercise in patience and caution, after which I nearly close the door behind me, leaving a small crack to stop the door from totally closing shut and making any more noise.

I made a mental note to Shoko for suggesting I wear flats instead of heels yesterday. Who knows what I’d do with myself if I had to walk with heels on Kento’s hard tile floor.

I got dressed and felt my heart jump into my throat when I closed the main door of the house too roughly behind me. Fuck it It’s far enough away from his room, I doubt he’d hear it. 

Was this elevator always so cold? Ugh. 

Ring ring…

Ring ring… You snow dusted ass, pick up I know you've got nothing else going on

Ring ri- “Hellooo~?” “How does it feel letting the phone ring so you feel a little less sad?”

I hear the choked chortle before he can mute himself, “You whore, you can’t talk to me like that! I’m not the one that disappeared from the club last night.”

I scoff and laugh a little before letting out a huge sigh, “Asshole, I’m not surprised you lost track of me, but where was Shokooo.. She usually gives me a talking to before I do something I regret.”

Gojo makes a low whistle, clearly enjoying himself, “Got yourself some fun huh? And you can’t just ask Shoko to keep you on a leash, last night was for her anyway.”

“She doesn't keep me on a leash- ugh you know what it’s fine, do you know if she’s free? I need you guys' help.” I run my hand through my messy hair.

“Mm, I’ll have to check my schedule..”

“Don’t lie to me, you've got nothing going on. Can you guys pick me up?”

He laughs aloud, and I can hear him kicking his feet over the phone, “Ohh a one night stand gone wrong?”

I huff and can't stop the weak smile that comes to the surface. “Pick me up and you’ll get all the details~"

“I’ll be there in 15, send your location. Want me to stay on the phone?”

I send the location and wait for the fallout. 

“I'm walking to my car now, and- oh, okay, just got the notification..”

“How are you already on your way? It’s practically the ass crack of dawn, are you even dres-”

“IS THAT NANAMI’S BUILDING?” He was so loud the mic peaked, I had to pull the phone away from my ear.

“I’m waiting!” And abruptly cut the line.

True to his word, a quarter hour passed and his familiar black car pulled up in front of the building, Gojo’s window already rolled down and he yelled out the window, “HOP IN! Now!”

I didn’t keep him waiting.

I hopped into the passenger seat and kept my eyes on the road ahead, not giving Gojo the satisfaction of acknowledging his grin, “Just drive, I don't care where, just anywhere other than here.”

“You're not even gonna tell us why you're in such a rush?”

I slump in my seat, leaning my head on the window and whine a little before answering Shoko, “Please, at least get me breakfast before you make me talk.”

Gojo whined and complained the entire way, but I wouldn’t let up, and Shoko got tired before long and managed to shut him up.

It hadn’t even been a minute after ordering a coffee to go that the pestering started up again.

“You disappear halfway through the night, we don’t hear from you for over twelve hours, and when you do call you're asking to be picked up from one Nanami Kento’s apartment building..”

“Just because I was at Kento’s building doesn't mean that I was with him.. It could've been anyone from any of those apartments.”

Sitting beside Gojo directly opposite to me, Shoko looks me in the eye and I turn away before she grabs my chin and forces me to meet her gaze. The way she saw straight through me.. I deflate with a sigh and bury my head in my hands as Gojo hollers.

“I don’t know how it happened.. I don’t remember anything that happened after Gojo started crying.”

That cut him off real quick as he scrambled to defend himself, “That was only for, like, five minutes! At least I didn’t end up in my best friend’s bed.”

“You're a bit too loud for someone that wants exactly that to happen to him.. Are you sure you aren’t just jealous?”

“I don’t know what youre talking about.”

“Hey Shoko, mind taking a peep at his call log for me?”

She didn’t even get the chance to raise her hand before his phone was off the table, powered off and slipped into his pocket, all with a straight and stony face.

Now it was my turn to snicker at him, at least that was before my phone started to ring. An unknown number?

“Hello..?”

“Hi, I’m calling to confirm your appointment with us at 4 pm?” Excuse me.

“I’m sorry, appointment? Who is this?” I don’t remember having anything planned today.. I put the call on speaker and opened the calendar on my phone. Nothing. Gojo and even Shoko were now listening in.

“Oh, it seems like there's a note here.. Seems like this appointment is complimentary, arranged by one of our dentists.” Gojo’s eyes light up with pure mischievous joy. Who the fuck do I know thats a denti-

Nanami.

Fucking.

Kento. 

The realisation hit me later than it did Gojo, who had his chin set on his intertwined hands as he quietly smiled at me.

“Ah.. okay, um- yeah I’ll be there. Is there any possibility I can change dentists..?”

“I apologise, but this was a free of charge appointment offered by one of our dentists of their own choice, no other dentists would be willing to do something like this.”

How thoughtfully inconvenient..

“Alright, I’ll be there at 4 then.”

The call ends shortly after that.

That blue eyed grinch was nearly giggling at this point, the shit eating jackass.

“Shut up.”

“I-” 

“No, no, shut up, now please, no.”

“I’m just-”

“Shoko, please..”

She sighed and put out her cigarette before lightly knocking Gojo on the back of the head, and that seemed to get him to knock it off. “What're you gonna do now?”

“I don’t know.. How do I even face him? After last night? What do you guys think?”

Shoko only shrugged, a clear ‘it’s up to you’. Gojo didn’t hesitate to voice his opinion though.

“I mean, you've already said yes to the appointment, so youre gonna have to figure it out.”

“Wow, thanks. Helpful.”

He only half heartedly shrugged, “Nanami’s a good guy. And whatever happens you can give us a call, anyways.”

A nonchalant way of showing support, because he can’t seem too soft. I can't help laughing a little before getting up and paying for my drink. “Thanks, man. I’ll see you guys later today, probably.”

Shoko tapped her second cigarette against an ashtray before looking up at me, “Going already? You don’t have to be there until 4.”

“Yeah, but I seriously need a shower. Sorry for troubling you guys so much.”

“Hey, no worries! You gave me a fun start to the day. Keep us updated, okay?”

I waved back at him as I walked away to find a cab back home.

A shower, a nap and a few hours later, I was sitting in the waiting room, the pit in my stomach growing with every minute that passes, along with the temptation to get up and make a run for it while I still could.

“You can head in now, second door on the right.”

I flash her a nervous, albeit thankful smile and get on with it, hesitating at the door, hand unsteady on the handle.

The choice is taken out of my hands when the kind man himself, Nanami Kento, opens the door from the other side.

It’s not an unfamiliar face, I know him well, but the recent context made the image of him in my mind slightly blurred, undefined and unclear. But still, I knew that smile, and that was reassuring enough to get me into the patient chair.

He was acting completely normally. He stood the same, walked the same, sat in silence with me just like he did before.

“So, I know I mentioned this to you before, but this’ll be a perfectly normal check up. You said you had a bit of tenderness on the bottom right?”

“Oh, yeah. Uh, thanks for this, I could have just paid you know.”

He looked away from whatever was on his computer’s screen and to me with furrowed brows, “Is something wrong?”

It's a little embarrassing how that put me on edge. Was that weird to say? People pay their dentists, but that isn’t all he is. “Mm? Nothings wrong. What makes you ask?”

He swivels on his chair to face me completely and gets closer, eyes boring into me, “We've been friends for years, this isn't the first time I've offered to check a random tooth ache of yours and suddenly you're trying to pay?”

“I mean, that’s different, this is in the actual chair this time, I don't know. It just felt like maybe I should pay for your time.” 

“Just last week you called me three separate times in the early hours of the morning just to talk. We're way past conventional boundaries at this point. What aren’t you telling me?”

I picked at the skin on my thumbs as he kept on talking, because what do I say? He clearly doesn't remember what happened, so do I ignore it? Is it worth mentioning at that point?

“Are you acting like this because of what happened yesterday?”

“Huh? Yesterday?”

“When I ran into you at the nightclub last night.”

Son of a bitch, that rings a bell. “When do you even go to clubs?”

“Ino suggested I try something out of my comfort zone.”

“Oh. And that's when we..?”

“Do you not remember?”

“I mean.. Do you?”

“Admittedly, not much, but bits and pieces.”

“Oh. Okay then.”

The air was tense, and eye contact was nonexistent, on his part at least. It was equal parts funny and endearing, watching him be so uncharacteristically nervous.

“Hey, listen about last night, just forget about it.”

His head snapped to me, his gaze finally meeting mine after such an intense exercise in avoiding it.

“Forget about it?”

I wave him off, “Yeah, no worries, we’ll just forget it ever happened, y’know? Don’t stress about it. It’s just whatever.”

Not a word came from him for a long while as he studied my expression, though what he was looking for was a mystery to me. Did he think I was kidding..?

“What if I said I don’t want to forget last night?”

Heat rushed to my face as I struggled to find something to say, the words on my tongue hiding from my grasp. “I’m- um. Huh?”

He takes a deep breath and sighs lightly before he reaches forward and brings his hand closer to my own, fingers nearly making contact before shying away at the last possible centimeter. 

“I speak for myself, but I do not regret it. Even though I do wish that it was in a more- uh, ideal circumstance.”

The rush of emotions choke me, my words barely making it out of my throat.

“Sounds like you put some thought into it.”

He averts his gaze to the floor, a mild flush gracing his complexion. Kento’s never been one to shy away from anything, and I couldn’t help but smile a little. He was being too adorable, and I was feeling a little emboldened.

“How would you have wanted it to happen then?”

His gaze flits back to me and I get to see his usual little non-frown, the expression between a glare and annoyed grimace. “You're being cruel.”

“No! No, no Kento, really. Come on man, talk to me.” I try not to laugh as I sit up to face him properly.

He huffs and his expression shifts into something more alive. “I don’t know how I wanted it to happen. I’ve thought of possibly taking you for a nice dinner, but that seemed too formal, but you deserve more than just lounging about and watching shows together.” His eyes are alright, and I don’t remember when it was that our hands intertwined, but I don’t think I mind at all. “...But I do know that I would have wanted to be able to at least remember.”

“Remember what?”

“Our, ah… first time. Us. You.”

“You make it sound like you're some kind of virgin. Ha, you haven’t been saving yourself for me, have you Kento?” I can’t suppress the small grin or the faint tingle I felt in my gut with every exchanged word, with every letter that makes it to the open air.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” He huffs before showing me his own little smile, bringing our intertwined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my hand and sending cascading fire down every nerve from my hand to every part of me. “But everything is different with you. Everything has meaning with you.”

I feel clouds form in my lungs and rising to my eyes, a raindrop of a tear or two slipping past before I attempt and fail to discreetly wipe them away with my free hand. Kento freezes, his hand stiffening around my own.

His grip loosens slightly, my own grip strengthening in turn.

“I’m sorry, I overdid it. I shouldn’t have-” 

“It’s not that, fuck, Kento that might be the sweetest thing anyone’s ever told me.”

His frown eases and he pressed more kisses to the back of my hand, his smile felt even when I can’t see it clearly.

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t come on too strongly, then.”

I sigh and he looks up at me, our gazes locked for seconds that felt like they dragged on for infinitely longer.

“How come you never mentioned any of that?”

He closes his eyes and ponders for an answer that did not need any thinking on his part.

“It never felt like the right time.”

“Really? Come on, I haven’t had a serious relationship in ages. Sounds like you've gotten in the habit of making excuses for yourself.” I playfully scoff.

“You know me better than that.”

I do, don’t I? 

I take both his hands into my own and bring them to my waist. He gives me a look I can’t read, so many different feelings in his eyes, a maelstrom of emotion.

“Nothing’s stopping us from having another first time. One that we can actually remember this time.”

His face remained unreadable, but his hands were now shaking under my own.

“But- last night..?”

“I won’t count it if you don’t?”

His expression breaks as he laughs, laughter and noises of joy spilling from him even as he kisses me again, for the first time.

I wrap my arms around his neck, relishing in the sensation of his lips on my own.

His arms hold me close to him, our bodies pressed together, a level of closeness in regards to one another that had never before experienced by our sober minds.

He pulled away from me, my lips following him in a daze before he brought a hand to my face, caressing with his thumb.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” The words tumble out of me in a near-incoherent mess.

“No. Nothing’s wrong. Absolutely nothing.” He whispers before coming back to me, lips to lips, in each other's arms.

The feeling of his tongue sliding against mine, of his hands on my hips and bringing me closer to him, our bodies nearly flush together. All the sensations had me flushed and in a daze, heat in the bottom of my stomach, every inch of contact sending waves upon waves of jolts that traveled up my spine.

A hand comes from behind and pulls my head back by the hair, the surprise and pain mellow into sweet sensitivity as he kisses and nips against my neck, taking his time to make sure there wasn't a single spot of skin he hadn’t left untainted.

“You know that’s gonna leave more than a few marks, right?”

His response is muffled, what with his continuing abuse of my neck, but the sentiment is clear when I suck in a sharp gasp, weakly restraining myself from making any noise as his sneaky fingers continue pinching at my chest.

After too long spent grinding against the other, I pulled away from him, a hand on his chest as my mind came down from the heights of euphoria.

After a moment, I came to enough sense to form words again.

“Hey, hey maybe we should go a bit slower. This is still your workplace, you know.”

Kento looked at me like he couldn’t comprehend what I was saying before he completely pulled away.

“Right. Yes, you're right.” He went to stand and walk away before I grabbed him by the front of his shirt, his look of mild bewilderment entertaining enough to make the time without him on me or vice versa almost worth it.

“I said slower, not slow. I can't let you go through the rest of the business day after putting you through that.” I smile up at him as my hand trails down to his belt.

His hands stop my own, a weak grip keeping them in place. “As much as I appreciate that, you don’t have to feel obligated to do that for me. It’s near the end of the work day anyways-” His concern was clear and it was so incredibly sweet, but I needed him so bad right now I was getting dizzy.

“Kento, I appreciate that, and you're such a sweetheart but if I don’t have you in my mouth in the next minute I might lose my mind.” The bluntness of my words struck true, the concern exchanged for a wild blush as his hands let go of mine and instead found a place at his side, hanging lazily.

The belt was easy to get out of the way, and the pants zipper and button were even easier, the air seemed to get heavier with every breath as everything seemed so surreal, a little smidge of lightheadedness painting the world away as my eyes tunnel visioned on Kento Nanami and absolutely nothing else.

With a breath to steady myself, I pull down his pants, the grey boxers now in view. The impressive tent was breathtaking, a slight dampness at the tip from the leaking pre.

I ran a hand over his clothed cock, peppering it in little kisses and enjoying the little groans that came from Kento, a hand in my hair but went out of his way to be more gentle, only tugging slightly when I lingered for too long on one spot.

My hands brought down the boxers slowly, enjoying the gradual reveal of his cock before it sprung out.

I wrap my hand around his warm cock, taking a moment to caress the tip with my thumb, pre-cum gradually lubing up my hand as I stroked from tip to base, taking my time and going at what must have been to him a grueling pace, considering the way he groaned almost in pain, impatience clear in his voice, but he was polite, and he never sounded a single complaint. 

I planted a kiss on the tip, at which Kento grabbed a fistful of my hair, but still refrained from tugging, like the gentleman he is. 

I ran my tongue across the length, from the base along the shaft and right to the tip before taking it whole in my mouth, nearly startled at the overly loud and sudden moan from Kento that he quickly muffled, hopefully fast enough for no one to step in.

I swirl my tongue around the tip, the salty taste of the pre cum filling my mouth as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth, making sure to breathe and not suffocate on the utter mouthful that was Kento, working my tongue as I went while my hands wander along Kento’s body, with one hand caressing his thighs as the other goes under his scrubs and feeling along his chest, pinching his nipple to hear a strangled noise from him.

I bobbed my head up and down, taking my time with the pace, spit running down his cock as I went, lubricating it thoroughly. The feeling of him in my mouth, the way his breath shuddered under my touch, it was almost euphoric.

He abruptly pulls me off of his cock roughly by my hair, throwing me into a spinning state of confusion at the sudden change, my mind grappling at the surroundings.

Leaning down, he gave me a kiss before grabbing me by the arms and laying me on the patient chair, reclining it completely to be flat and standing behind me, his cock right above my face.

“I hope you don’t mind me changing plans?”

“Straying from vanilla so soon, Kento? I’m not boring you am I?”

“You could never. Hit my leg twice if you need me to stop.”

It gave me whiplash, how we would go from being sickeningly sweet to instructing me on how to not get myself killed by his cock.

He took a step, his cock getting closer and my mouth opening in eager reception. That did not save me from the shock of having it slammed down my throat with the force of Kento’s own body weight before staying still.

In my attempt to breathe, I noticed his muskiness, almost unable to pinpoint what it was with the constant airway blocker.

He seemed to have had enough of torturing me, instead alternating between withdrawing his cock and choking me with it rapidly, the assault a constant over stimulating rush of white and force, of taste and smell and warmth.

His hands wrap around my throat to steady me, his pace constant as he fucks my throat raw, and I don’t even have the awareness necessary t pray that noone walked in on us, especially in such a compromising situation.

Groans grew louder and more frequent, the grip on my throat was getting stronger, and by now i was starting to lose consciousness, the lack of airflow making it difficult to even stay aware for long before I felt the stutter in his thrusts growing more and more frequent until he rammed as much as he could of his cock into my throat, and I could faintly register the pulsing of his cock or the warmth of his cum before he pulls out and I can catch a genuine breath.

I sat up, supported by Kento, who had already tucked himself away back into the boxers and managed to make himself look presentable as ever, once again, while I looked like an absolute mess.

I hear him clear his throat before looking at me sheepishly.

“Thank you. That was definitely more memorable than I could have imagined.”

I smile at him as I try to manage my messy hair, “Positively, I hope.”

“Of course.” He looked serious, as though any other possibility did not even register to him. “Now, about dinner tonight…”

I was already on my feet, giving him a kiss and on my way out the door before he even finished the sentence, “I’ll leave it up to you, Kento, I have some updates to give. See you at home!”

He calls out my name, but I was already dialing that snow dusted twink’s number.

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[fandomzwriterk]

Alright sure. Diluc (genshin impact) x reader nsfw oneshot

Honorary Knight of Mondstadt

Warnings: NSFW content (minors do not interact I swear) + drunk sex + ropes + HardDom!Diluc

A/N: Aight my G let me try Diluc NSFW! I’ll do my best. GN!Reader implied.

NSFW 👇🏻almost IMMEDIATELY

“You my dear… are in trouble for your crimes tonight.”

Diluc was a generous host for tonight, you and him alone in the Angels Share for a quick glass of wine, a celebration of you living one year in Mondstadt. What started as the two of you sitting across a table with a glass of wine, now turned into a make-out session one of Diluc’s room in the tavern. You were half undressed, Diluc now pushing you into a very small bed before practically ripping off his coat and undershirt. His hands went straight for your chest, fumbling to take off your under clothes to see your bare chest.

“Little ember you are so beautiful when you’re so drunk off of wine and my touch.”

His hands worked down to take off his own belt, flinging it somewhere around the room and let his pants fall on their own. He was needy for you, and it was most likely because of the wine.

“Celestia be damned I have the most wonderful creature ever created in front of me, laying there on my bed.”

Diluc climbed onto the bed, hovering over you as your half drunken brain started to go haywire. Diluc was gentle with his hands, seeing you in your pants has him riled up. One grab and he just ripped them off. Now you were bare naked under this man, a man you’ve always wanted in this way, just to scared to say anything.

“Fuck my brother, he can’t have this. I don’t want him to.” He practically moaned in your ear as he groped your chest, kissing down your neck

His hands were swift, taking off the final layers he had, now also naked in front of you. Maybe it was the wine, but Diluc looked like a fire burning in front of your eyes.

“Now be still like a good pet.”

He flipped you onto your stomach, reaching for something just over your head. You couldn’t see what it was, but a little feeling of twisted, dry fabrics had you squirming as he held your hands behind your back. It was ropes.

“Stop squirming little ember.” He growled as he smacked your ass

You wanted to fight, the drunken part of you wanting to fight him but the other part of you wanted to submit to him, accept what he was going to do to you. And the heavenly principles be damned if you wanted him to basically destroy you right now.

“Good little pet. Now… I’m gonna do something to you I’ve wanted to do since I saw Kaeya give you that stupid look.”

He was behind you, his mouth right next to your ear as his hands moved your legs so he could fit between them. Diluc wasted no time in lifting your ass into the air, seeing your dripping little hole that was so open and ready for him. He didn’t have to do a single thing to you, or maybe that was also because of the wine. With one hand holding onto your hip and the other you couldn’t see what he was doing, but he pulled you back slightly, your hole dripping onto his cock. He was hard, and also dripping with pre as he gently rubbed it on the folds of your hole.

“Diluc, please.”

“Good little pet.”

No warning, and Diluc slammed into you with all his force, feeling your insides going numb at how quick and unprepared you were to take him inside. But Diluc didn’t wait, and to be honest you didn’t want him to either.

“Fuck little ember… gods this feels so good.”

Both hands on your hips and with slow thrusts, Diluc had you basically crying for him. You couldn’t grab anything, just moaning for him to go faster.

“Is this what you like my ember? Getting fucked drunk by me and not my brother?”

It spurred him on, going faster and much harder. He felt so good you weren’t sure you could handle it. He had you screaming in a matter of minutes. His grip on your hips was tighter, pulling your ass to he pelvis in time with his thrusts, trying to get as deep as he could.

“Answer me ember. Is this what you wanted? Me, fucking you half drunk on my own bed, and not with my stupid brother?”

It was hard to breathe, almost choking on air as you could only nod, answering with only a “yes”. He was going faster and faster, getting deeper and deeper each time, feeling you tighten around him as he started to get sloppy.

“Fuckkk ember you’ve got me so addicted to this. Fuck I just wanna cum… can I cum my love? Can I cum inside?”

He practically begged you for it, holding himself back till he got words from you.

“Y-yes cum inside me Diluc.”

And that was it for Diluc, doing one final thrust as you felt his hot cum flooding you inside, your insides squishing his cock as you came as well.

“Oh yeah… I love you my ember.” He muttered as he pulled out, flopping down next to you and pulling you close to his chest

“I love you more Diluc…” your voice said faintly

A/N: hope you enjoyed! First Genshin request down so let me know how you all feel about my writing for him.

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[wonton4rang]

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The drug in me is you ¡!

pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, drugs, mentions of additions and people being high, sex being under drug effects, and i think i didn't miss anything idk.

summary: bnd legal line as dealers/ consumers and what type of drug i think they'll use or sell + you as a client/ significant other and sex under the influence.

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sungho;

he would sell pills, idk why i have that vibe for him, every kind of pills, you name it and he has it. he would be the "i do it for the money" type of dealer, even feeling sorry with some sells because he knows it's not good. so when you come to him for the second consecutive time in the week he gets worried.

"whatchu have for me today?" you said entering his apartment, being the only one that he accepted there and that actually knew where he lived.

"you were here yesterday, y/n, you're out already?" a shrug was all sungho got while you dropped on his couch and looked around to avoid his gaze. "you know what i think about you taking those, you should drop it, it's not good for your health"

"since when do you even care? you are the one selling me this shit, you know it's not good and yet-"

"i am asking you to leave them but i am not your father, i can't make you"

"then shut the fuck up and get me something good. i'm stressed" he didn't move an inch so you looked at him with confusion "did you hear me?"

"i can help you with the stress in a different way" he would suggest and now he was walking slowly to you, dropping on the couch by your side and softly placing his hand on your undressed thigh due to the shorts you had on "if you allow me, of course"

"you are going to fuck me out of the addiction? are you being for real?" was all you said back, sounding almost offended but gulping and not pulling away from his touch. "do you even know how hard it is to stop this?"

"i am really good, though" this time he smiled and even laughed a little when he felt your thigh tense under his touch. "let me show you and then you can choose which one will be your addition. i promise you'll be able to feel as high as you like"

and well, long story short, he did fuck the addiction out of you after a while of bickering, fucking around and a few arguments. you were doing great thanks to your dealer, funny? very.

riwoo;

honestly i feel like amphetamines + riwoo is a good match. they get you going on , accelerating your system and making you focus better so it sounds about right to me. he would be the "local dealer", but so local only you and two more people knows about him because he still lives with his parents (he's 20 c'mon) and gets the amphetamines as a prescription for his "attention-deficit" issue at college where, btw, he met you.

"are they going to be out until dinner time you said?" riwoo nodded, closing his windows and lowering his curtains. "i can't believe you finally let me do this at your place, you're so nice to me, riwoo"

"i always wanted to invite you over but you know, with my parents here it's... difficult to do stuff"

"you mean get stoned" you said and he chuckled, walking to you after securing his windows and making sure the door was closed.

"i mean everything we do" his eyes met yours when you looked up from his bed, sitting there while he caressed your hair. "getting high on pills and then on each other"

his cheeks would blush after he says that and you would just smile, taking one of your hands to his pocket, reaching for the pills while he finally sat next to you. it was his first time actually getting drugged but the fact that he got to do it with you was enough for him to not be scared.

you would take four pills into your palm, two for each, signalling him to open his mouth and slowly putting two on his tongue, feeling the wet muscle with your thumb before taking it into your own mouth and swallowing your own pills.

"let's give it a few minutes for it to become effective" you informed after giving him the bottle of water you brought so he could properly swallow.

and it honestly was your best high ever. he got so imperative and sensitive it was actually a surprise how you could barely keep his pace. he fucked you in every position and angle you could imagine and it didn't even feel like all that work.

it wasn't going to be riwoo's last time getting high on amphetamines and that's for sure.

jaehyun;

idc idc but myungjae belongs to ecstasy. you gon look me in the eye and say that myungjae ain't the most "i get high and wanna fuck until i'm crying" mf ever? nah, be so fucking for real. because ecstasy is for the horny bitches, specially the ones like jaehyun so he himself is a customer of his own product, selling it at a club in the city next to his home. he would be known as the "pretty sex locker" because his stuff got something that made you get laid yes or yes.

so on his day off he would be just minding his own business, not really remembering all the people he sells to since most of them were one-time customers but your face was recognisable even from afar, even through the high he had going on. he got close to you, scanning your body through the crowd and licking his lips when he finally reached you.

"hey" jaehyun mumbled and you just looked back at him, facing the boy in skinny black jeans and a grey hoodie. "what's your name?"

"y/n, what about you?" you could barely hear him because of the music and he didn't help either because he talked very low. "what did you say?" you didn't understand a thing. "i can't hear you"

"can we go somewhere where the music ain't that loud?"

and you just nodded. following him and looking at your hand being pulled through the crowd to what seemed to be the bathroom of the place. you looked around when you got there, seeing the dark haired boy check the stools before locking the door.

he didn't look like a menace but you would lie if you said you didn't get a little bit nervous.

"so..."

"my name is jaehyun, nice to meet you, y/n" he softly smiled at you and then added "i am going to be honest with you if you don't mind"

"be my guest, jaehyun" and you just know he loved the way his name sounded on your voice.

"i think you are really cute and, if you feel the same, i would like to kiss you and maybe do some more"

by some more he meant how y'all were half an hour later, the ecstasy up in your system when it finally kicked in and your legs being held apart while you sat at the bathroom sink and jaehyun fucked you deep and nicely, his lips in your neck, open mouthed and warm kisses being left all around your collarbone area and you just know you will have marks to remind you of this tomorrow.

now you knew wednesdays were also jaehyun's days off and you took advantage of it to get laid and some good stuff without having to money wise pay for it. it was a win win.

taesan;

definitely weed. he's just so normally chill and into old/ rock/ indie/ love/ heartbroken type of music that i see him just selling some of it a college because people would ask for it for parties and then he is smoking the rest on his basement, not wanting to leave his room with the smell.

he would have an old couch in actually great conditions, a tv, a fridge, his speakers and overall some records, cassettes and stuff that let you know it was his place, not much into decoration because at the end of the day it should all be discardable due to the smell. he really hated that smell but he loved the way he felt so light, like a feather, when he smoke. his mind was so quiet yet his speakers had that loud ass rock songs you almost hated to hear when you got to his place for a visit because it meant he was high.

"taesan?" you would call for his name while walking down the stairs, closing the door behind you after the smell hit you so it didn't go out. "babe, you called?"

"get over here" his voice was deeper than usual, sounding a little bit raspy due to the way he was laying back on the couch, his limps practically dead on each of his sides.

"i thought you sold most of it last night and just kept a little" it's the first thing that comes out of your mouth when you actually see him, he looked so gone, his eyes watery and red, his mouth slightly open and his chest slowly going up and down. you looked at the table in front of him next and saw the weed there with the paper where he rolled it. "this doesn't looks like a little, taesan"

"it's okay, it's just for today" at least he was conscient enough to lie, you thought. "come here, y/n, sit down on my lap"

and you decided to not blow it for him, you will have enough time to tell him what you think about this later on. you moved until you were in front of him, feeling his hands reach for your hips and pull you closer, finally landing straddled on his lap.

"you really are wearing a skirt" you were about to say that he told you to but he kept talking "you're such a good girl with me, aren't you?"

but when you felt his boner press against your panties you didn't say anything, just nodding and holding to his shoulders when he leaned forward with you still on top of him and grabbed his rolled on. "take one, babe, please join me"

and it's not like it's the first time you would do it so, again, you just did, you were already here and pleasing your boyfriend was one of your favourite things. so you took the rolled on and after that it was history.

he pushed your panties aside and fucked you like a rag doll, holding your hips down and being impressively sharp and rough to be that high. but honestly? high sex with taesan was your second favourite. your first one was when he wasn't so high he ended up crying in your neck after cumming over how much he likes you and how sorry he is for being such an useless boyfriend who is not enough for you. you could say that he really got in his feelings when he smoked.

leehan;

probably an unpopular opinion but heroine it's definitely his thing (at least for me) it's so toxic and so harmful that it just fits his flirty ass so much idk. he would sell it to you initially because it was the most expensive one he had and then because he knew you would get addicted and you would keep coming back for more. so he kept you like that, wrapped around his finger even if it meant that he was slowly turning you into a seriously addicted person.

"i feel funny, hannie" you would mumble, that warm yet tickling feeling being all over your body, your face feeling hot and your eyes being open but you are not seeing a thing. "hannie?"

"i know, babe" was all he said against the skin of your neck, pulling out of there so you could, or try to, see his face "can you feel me now?"

"i can see you" your voice was so weak, slowly coming back to your senses when you felt a shift between your thighs, looking down there to find your body naked against leehan's. it was so hot "i love it when you fuck me like that, you know?"

"you like it?" he would try to reassure, kissing your cheeks and making you smile and laugh a bit, yes, you were high, but you were not as bad that you couldn't tell what was happening. "tell me how much you like it, y/n, c'mon, baby"

"i wish this moment never ended, you feel s-so good between my legs, fucking me so g-good" his pace started to get faster, your arms hugging his shoulders and his face going to hide again on your neck, leaving kisses there that just made you moan louder "oh my fucking god, this is- oh god"

"let me know if i go too harsh, you know how i like it"

but you didn't even gave a response anymore, just coming below him and clenching your pussy so much that he let out a groan and came into the condom, pushing so hard inside of your cunt that you could feel him in your womb.

"thank you so much" you would say and he will kiss your lips while you slowly fell asleep, coming down from your high while he pulled out and got you covered.

"i just wished you were sober"

because even if it started with some heroine and him being the one who got you the injections, he was growing tired of only having you near when you needed drugs or you were already high.

if he could do it all again he would definitely not even think about selling you shit.

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@soobinskii you told me to tag you so here it is!! <33

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[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

For your birthday fic requests, something where Ed takes care of Stede when Stede is either sick or injured and Stede gets emotional for having all of this love poured over him when he's had to fend for himself in the past.

So sweet!! Forcing Stede to accept comfort >>>>>

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“You know you really don’t have to do this, right?”

Ed just laughed, like it was some big joke, tossing a comment over his shoulder about running to get more pillows as he dashed off.

More pillows were not going to help.

Stede sighed, slumping back against the bedsheets. This whole mess was his fault in the first place! He’d insisted on carrying the new rolls of wallpaper in all in one trip, and he’d had a spectacular fall when all he was carrying prevented him from seeing the porch steps. Now, his ankle was sprained, swollen black and blue and warm to the touch and far too painful to stand on.

And Ed was…being far too good a sport about it, honestly. He was being a suspiciously good sport about it.

“Here we go,” Ed said cheerfully, rushing back in with another pillow so he could prop Stede’s foot up. That done, he leaned back, appraising the scene.

It was absolutely pathetic, Stede thought. He was such a baby that Ed had wrapped him up in a quilt, brought him a tray carefully laden with a variety of juices in shot glasses (for fun, Ed said) and light snacks like little fish sandwiches, and brought a stack of books to the nightstand so Stede wouldn’t have to get up to grab something to read.

“Yeah,” Ed said thoughtfully, “that’ll do, I think. What do you want for lunch?”

Stede sighed deeply. “Whatever you’re making is fine. I’ll eat anything.”

“Nuh-uh, Bonnet, that’s not what I asked,” Ed said, sitting at his bedside, taking Stede’s hand immediately to brush a sweet kiss over his knuckles. “I know you’ll eat anything. I asked what you wanted.”

“Ed.” Stede allowed a little bit of his annoyance to slip into his tone, and Ed’s smile started to drop. “You really don’t have to do this. I don’t think it’s funny.”

“Funny,” Ed repeated, like he really had no idea what Stede was talking about.

“Yes,” Stede snapped, pulling his hand out of Ed’s. “I don’t think it’s funny for you to act like I’m a big baby. I know I’m not as tough as some, but there’s no need to be mean about it.”

He realized he’d made a major miscalculation when Ed’s lip wobbled.

“Right,” Ed mumbled, getting up so quickly it made the bed creak. “Sorry. Call if you need me. Bye.”

With that, Ed practically ran out of the room before Stede could even process the whole thing.

“Oh, fuck,” Stede whispered, letting his head rest back against the headboard. He’d fucked up. Despite what Stede’s instinct had taught him to believe, Ed really hadn’t just been fussing over him to make fun of him for being soft and weak. He’d done it because he…wanted to.

That felt even worse, honestly.

“Hey, Ed?” Stede called, his own voice coming out a bit wobbly.

Ed’s voice had the pinched, overly-casual quality it always got when he was trying very hard to make sure Stede couldn’t tell he’d been crying. “What’s up, babe? Comfy?”

“Ed, can you come back in here, please?”

When Ed popped his head in, he was very pointedly looking at the floor instead of at Stede. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “If it was too much.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” Stede promised him, holding out his hand, relieved when Ed took it immediately. “I was just…I think you scared me.”

“Yeah?” Ed sat down, careful not to jostle Stede’s foot, his eyes so big and wide and full of love, Stede barely knew what to do with it.

“I didn’t know,” Stede admitted, trying to shrug like it hardly mattered. “I didn’t know anyone could love me this much and mean it.”

Ed’s mouth worked, for just a second, and then he was leaning down for a careful, gentle kiss. “You fuckin’ lunatic,” he whispered against Stede’s lips. “Of course I mean it. I want to take care of you!”

“Really,” Stede confirmed.

“Really,” Ed said emphatically.

When Stede had been sick or injured in the past, he’d been treated like an inconvenience. His father had mocked him for being weak, Mary had put up with him as well as she could but was irritated by his neediness. He’d learned that fending for himself was easier. And here Ed was, who just wanted to take care of him because he loved him.

How lovely. How wonderful. Stede’s eyes welled with happy tears, and he laughed, delighted when Ed laughed back.

“In that case…” Stede wriggled on the sheets, getting himself comfortable. “I could really use another blanket. And a straw for my juice.”

“Right away, sir,” Ed laughed, snapping him a mock salute.

“And another cold compress for my ankle,” Stede added.

“Oh, great,” Ed pretended to grumble, getting one last kiss in before he headed out. “I’ve created a monster.”

Stede smiled at the door for a while after Ed had left.

How lovely.

#ofmd fic #pccp's birthday fics

[sinkingnotsoslowly]

Muse

Pairing: (f) Reader x Hyunjin

Warning: angst if you squint, royalty au

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK ARE APPRECIATED.

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Autumn's sighs- little soft thoughts about our favourite boys

Life in the palace was lonely. The tall ceilings and dark walls seemed never-ending. The end of the hallways looked like black holes, once they suck you in there’s no way out. The only place Hyunjin felt at ease in the entire palace was his bedchamber. It was devoid of the darkness that seemed to engulf everything in the palace. Instead, it was decorated by splashes of colours here and there, paintbrushes scattered across the floor, several complete and incomplete canvases kept wherever Hyunjin could fit them and even the bed unmade. It was not what any other person would call ‘decorated’ by any means. Even Hyunjin knew it was a mess, “But a pretty mess” he would argue.

One would think life was easy for the royals. They could have whatever they wanted, and with the whole nation at their feet achieving so was as easy as pie. And maybe it was true to a certain extent. But unfortunately for Hyunjin, he did not desire anything that the royal life was able to provide. What need does he have for power and wealth? The little prince used to ask his tutor. And the only thing everybody he asked this to had to say was that he was the eldest prince, the future king, and he ought to have the power to rule the nation. Hyunjin did not want to rule anything.

 “Your brother is being made the crown prince” the royal guard stomped onto the balcony where Hyunjin had set up his easel and canvas.

“And I remember telling you not to pester me when I am painting, Changbin.”

The sunset was becoming too yellow, this wouldn’t do. Hyunjin started mixing some red with the yellow on his palette and looked up to see the guard still standing there, looking at him with a face of disbelief. “Do you have anything more to say?”

“Don’t you have anything to say? You were supposed to have that title Hyunjin”

Hyunjin went back to put some orange on the canvas. Now the sunset had some texture. “I am happy for Yongbok is what I have to say”

“Hyunjin”

Sighing, he put down the brush to look at the guard frowning. Changbin was the only person in the palace he could call upon. He was a little dense at times and maybe that was why when everyone left Hyunjin to his own devices, he followed him like a lost puppy.

“I never wanted that title. I am glad that the King deemed me unworthy. I would have much rather enjoyed being born to a simple farmer. Work hard during the day and paint at night. It is a dream indeed.”

“And it will remain a dream. There is no point in dreaming what you cannot achieve. Hyunjin, you could have handled the business affairs during the day and painted at night-”

“I do not want to handle the business. Yongbok is far more willing and capable of it. It is the right decision to make him the crown prince. I am happy like this” Hyunjin picked up his brush to continue the finishing touches. It was almost dark now; he couldn’t sit out here much longer.

“So, you are all right with people making you out to be mad?” his brush stilled for a moment. “Yes. Yes, I am. It is nothing new. You should leave, I want to finish this painting before it gets too dark.”

Hyunjin had expected to be at peace after his younger brother was made the crown prince. The King now had no reason to fret and Hyunjin could go about doing his own things. But he was wrong. His peace of mind did not last long as not even a week later the King decided that it would be best for the eldest to get married. Perhaps a wife would help his delirious mind.

To Hyunjin that was worse than being the next King. A wife? It was the nation’s ruler who was mad not him. Having a wife meant letting an outsider enter the little delicate space he had so tenderly sewed. An outsider who would judge him for his choices, call him a lunatic and tear apart his safe abode. Then there would be nothing remaining of him. How would he survive? These thoughts kept him up at night. And when finally sleep came he was haunted by nightmares, where a faceless woman would smirk at him, looking at him with disdain and make a mockery of him.

No amount of pleading stopped the marriage. Even the younger prince tried to convince his father against it after seeing his brother in so much distress. The King stood firm on his decision. And so the wedding preparations began. Hyunjin was certain that the King had lied about him to make a man marry off his daughter to a prince like him. Or maybe this man did not value his daughter enough to pick a worthy husband for her. Either way, Hyunjin did not think his to-be wife would treat him differently than the rest of the masses. So he did not bother to show any interest whatsoever in the maids’ gossip about the unfortunate lady who was to become a part of the royal family. But Changbin enthusiastically visited Hyunjin to tell him about her whenever he heard something new. And so he’s heard that the lady was the princess of a small kingdom far south. Their nation was suffering from famine, so their King was marrying off his daughter to save their people. More of a trade than a marriage. Hyunjin should have known that his father had played some cards for a nation to give up their princess to him.

The first time Hyunjin saw her was at the altar. Dressed in white with accents of gold and a veil drawn low upon her face. Still, Hyunjin could make out her features; as delicate as a flower, full of innocence, untainted by the harsh condemnation of the world. At once Hyunjin thought of how exquisite she would look sitting in one of the garden chairs among all the other flowers while he painted her. And when she shyly looked up at him, gauging the features of her new husband, Hyunjin knew he was done for.

The first few weeks after the grand wedding passed with the newlyweds awkwardly shuffling around each other and stumbling over their words like babies learning to speak. “This is intolerable. Both of you make me want to smash my head against the wall " Changbin barged into the library, where he knew he would find the older prince. He’d had enough of the couple.

“And what did I tell you about disturbing me when I’m in the library Changbin?” Hyunjin said as he flipped through yet another romantic novel, he says inspired him to paint. Changbin ignored the prince’s blatant show of uninterest and continued, “Do all of us in the palace a favour Hyunjin, grow a pair and talk to your wife properly. You cannot keep running away forever”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Although Hyunjin chased away Changbin he knew that it was becoming ridiculous. He had not touched his paintbrush since the night before the wedding when he locked away all his paints and brushes in drawers, hid the easel under the bed and all his finished and unfinished paintings in trunks. And when his wife stared at him with a questioning look when he insisted on always keeping those drawers locked, he had stupidly said, “I’m a very paranoid man.”  Hyunjin never considered himself to be awkward when conversing with people, he could be very charming at times. So he kept wondering why this sudden idiocy had seized him.

Hyunjin was certain that he had reached a point of restlessness where he would spontaneously combust at any moment if he did not get his hands on even a pencil and a piece of paper to sketch. And of all times now his head was swarming with inspirations when he could not put them down on paper. Ridiculous is what it is, he thought. He did not even know why he was hiding himself from his wife when he never bothered to do so for any other person no matter how many vile words they spewed at him. Maybe he did not want those doe-like eyes, wide with curiosity, to look at him with disdain when she would find out that her husband was not right in his head, that he devoted all his time not to his duties to the nation but to playing with paint. He did not want her to be disappointed since he was not what she had expected.

But as the fates worked their way it turned out that his wife was not the one Hyunjin had expected. It was one night when Hyunjin was sitting with his nose in a book when (Y/n) seemed to no longer able to hold her tongue and asked, “Do you, perhaps paint milord?”

Hyunjin looked up from his book looking like he was caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

“What- how did you know?”

“I noticed the smell of paints on the very first day and I couldn’t hold my curiosity anymore,” seeing Hyunjin’s face ashen she hurriedly continued, “I paint too. Well, at least I used to before I came here.”

“You paint?”

“Yes,” Hyunjin couldn’t believe his ears.

“Would you- would you like to see my paintings?”

“I would love to.” This was the first time he saw her smile that bright since the wedding day. There was no doubt that it was true, that she was not just mocking him. Hesitantly, Hyunjin unlocked one of the trunks and brought out a small painting of a magnolia they had in the palace garden. (Y/n) gasped and Hyunjin quickly looked at her face for signs of disappointment. “That is so beautiful. It looks more real than the paintings I have seen in botanical books,” her eyes were dazzling with amazement. This encouraged him as he brought out more of his paintings, always checking to see how (Y/n) was reacting.

One would say that the chambers were back to how they used to be with how canvases were spread across the room. And amidst those paintings were the princess and the prince, in their little world. “Will you teach me how to paint like this milord?” shyly she asked. But even her shyness could not hide the excitement in her eyes.

“Of course. But only if you stop calling me milord”

“Then what should I call you?” Hyunjin chuckled at how adorable she was.

“Hmm, you could call me Hyunjin, Hyune, darling, love, whatever you wish angel.”

(Y/n) hid her face in her hands. Hyunjin could only giggle seeing her flustered. But even his ears felt hot. He did not mind; he was happy. This was not the type of happiness he felt after completing a sketch or reading a ‘happily ever after’ ending. He hadn’t felt like this for a long time, since after his mother passed. He did not feel judged when (Y/n) picked up the canvases and looked closely at them. She was not disappointed in him, rather she looked like this was everything she could ever ask for; she looked happy. And Hyunjin wanted to paint that happiness on the white canvas, he wanted to paint her. Hyunjin had found his muse.

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Hello! Do you take fanfic requests? If so, I would love to request a dom!val and a sub!vox. With Vox being reluctant at first, but becoming a complete moaning and cum-filled mess by the end. And I would appreciate some bdsm too lol

Thanks - 📿 anon

Fuck Puppy (Valentino x Vox) (Valentino uses they/them pronouns for my convenience here)

Word count: 3489

CW! Explicit Smut, creampie, dom/sub, daddy kink, BDSM, puppy sub, pet play, Valentino being Valentino, Valentino using his smoke, some violence, and again, lots of degradation. I think that’s all? This list feels shorter than usual. Let me know if I missed anything!

This divider will mark when aftercare starts! Well sort of. It’s Valentino so yk. He’s not great at it.

"Voxxy, you know my name, don't you?" Valentino asked, leaning over his shoulder. They had a small pout on their face as they reached down with their lower two hands (out of their four arms) and cupped Vox’s pecs. Technically they were his tits, but Vox didn't like when they called them that. Val teased him through his suit and sweater vest. "It's Valentino, baby. I'm getting tired of you calling me babe all the time. Why don't we spice things up, hm?"

"Of course I know your name, my dear," Vox replied with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the sensation of Val’s hands on his chest. "I just like calling you 'babe' because it annoys you," he added with a mischievous smirk.

"Mm," Val said, squinting at him. "You know, part of that is what got me thinking... you've always been dom, yes? Well, tonight I wanted to switch roles..." They let the proposal hang in the air for a moment, knowing Vox would be opposed- or at the very least, hesitant-to the idea. "You can call me Daddy, be a nice little sub..."

Vox's eyes widened in surprise at their proposal. He was always the dominant one in their relationship, and the idea of switching roles was... intriguing. "Hmm... I'll have to think about it," he said, tapping his screen in mock contemplation.

"I'll have to think about it," They repeated with a huff. "Really? You're going to pull that card on me?" Val knew better than anyone that when he said that it just meant he'd put the topic aside and hope the other person would forget or drop it. "Can't you at least try?"

Vox chuckled at their reaction. "Alright, alright. I'll try," he said, giving in to their request. He leaned in closer to them, his breath warm on their face. "But just for tonight," he added, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Great! Now, let's get you out of this chair..." They scooped him up with ease and brought him to the bed. "Let's see, what should I do with you, hm? You've always been into BDSM... how would you like to be on the receiving end of it?"

Vox's eyes widened in surprise as they wrapped their arms around him and set him down on the mattress. He had never seen this side of them before. "W-what are you going to do to me?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly with a mix of excitement and fear.

He knew how Val treated their workers, and although they’d never been particularly violent in bed before, that was mostly due to the fact that Vox had always been in control. He was hesitant and a little.. well, scared, to hand that control over. He wasn’t a particularly trusting person, and this act required a lot of trust.

"Whatever you want me to... or, rather, whatever you let me do to you," they said with a grin. "What do you prefer, hm? Ropes or chains? blindfold or gags? A dildo or a vibrator? or both?"

Vox's breath hitched as he processed their words. He had always been confident and in control, but now the tables had turned. He felt a rush of excitement at the thought of being at their mercy. "Ropes... and a blindfold.”

"Mmm... are you sure that's the best choice?" They asked, undressing him slowly. Their fingers moved gently across his skin, grazing lightly as they pushed his clothes aside. "There's so many other options, too... such a hard decision, isn't it?"

Vox's body tensed as their fingers trailed across his skin, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He thought about their question, his mind racing with all the possibilities. "Maybe... c-cuffs," he stammered, feeling a surge of desire as he said the word.

"Maybe? you don't sound so confident, baby..." they murmured, their breath hot on his skin. It was hard getting him into his role as a sub. Val thought for a moment, then decided they had to make him less sure of himself. Less confident, and more dependent on them, as the dom. "Tell me, what's the kinkiest shit you've done while dominating someone, hm? how big and scary can you be?"

Vox felt a flicker of annoyance at their words, but it was quickly overshadowed by the desire to please them. "... I've used restraints, blindfolds, and gags," he said, his voice shaky as he spoke, reminiscing in some of it.

"How so? for what?" They asked, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. Val rubbed their thumb across his nipples in little circles. "C'mon, what's the worst thing you've done?”

"I... l once used a riding crop to... punish a submissive," Vox said, trying to keep his voice steady as they touched him. The memory of that encounter made him flush with excitement, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan at their touch.

"Really, Voxxy? That's it?" They chuckled and pinned him down beneath them roughly. "First thing I can tell you is that we're going to do something a little different than what you're used to. You think you've done bad? Well I can assure you, l've done worse. So, why don't you shut that pretty little mouth of yours and let Daddy take control, hm?"

"Oh... oh god," Vox whimpered as they pinned him down, completely at their mercy. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of being dominated by them. He was all about change, about trying new things… this couldn’t be too bad, right? He gave them a weak smile, his screen already tinged pink. "Y-yes, Daddy... I'll be quiet.”

"You're already failing at that," they muttered with a sigh. Val pulled out a gag and put it in his mouth to shut him up for good. "Words like that? They're useless when you’re with me. You don't talk unless I let you talk. The only thing you're good for is looking sexy and being my favorite whore, got it?"

Vox's eyes widened as they spoke, readjusting the gag and rendering him almost completely silent. He couldn't help but moan as they called him a whore, a small part of him enjoying the degradation. Just a small part, he’d insist.

"Good boy," they said sweetly, trailing their fingers along his skin, teasing and gentle. "You like when I do that, don't you? You like when I insult and degrade you, when I put you in your place? when I let you know just how useless you'd be without me?" I pressed down harder for that last part, then let up and continued as normal. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll be crying and begging me to stop."

Vox nodded eagerly, his body writhing at your touch. He let out muffled moans when they bite him or when their fingers drifted lower, near his inner thighs, the sensation more intense and arousing than he’d expected. "Y-yes, Daddy," he tried to say, but the gag made it hard for him to speak.

"See? this is why we have the gag," Val said with a grin. "You just can't keep quiet, can you?" They laughed and pulled away, undoing the buttons to his pants. They started teasing his cock, keeping his hands pinned above his head with one hand of their own.

Vox's hips bucked as they teased him, his body begging for more. He whined into the gag, trying to thrust upward to meet their teasing hand. Their grip on his wrist dug into his skin, leaving marks that would linger long after he was released.

"Come now, mi cariño... if you can't stay still I may just have to tie you up." They gently squeezed his dick, then leaned down and teased the tip with their tongue. "How would you feel about that, hm?"

Vox's back arched up off the bed at the sensation, his hands gripping at the sheets, trying to gain some kind of leverage. "Mmmph!" he tried to say through the gag, his eyes pleading with them, knowing they would take it as a challenge.

"Oh, you want it, don't you?" Val chuckled and reached for their cigarette- he'd chosen ropes earlier, so he was going to get chains instead. They lit it up and took a drag, filling the room with intoxictig red smoke. It'd work as a nice aphrodisiac drug for him. "Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you..." they undid the buttons to their own pants as they smoked, watching him carefully.

The smoke filled the room and Vox's eyes widened, breathing in the intoxicating mist. He could feel the effects already as his body relaxed, his muscles loosening.

"Oh, it must be hard for you to breath with that gag in..." Val murmured. "Everyone knows little lap dogs like you are only ever panting and gasping for more with their mouth." They undid the gag and pressed his face to the mattress, "You don't know how to use your nose properly, do you? Hm? you only ever use it for sniffing ass, is that right?"

Vox's mind was becoming foggy, his thoughts clouded as the aphrodisiac took hold. He gasped for breath through the gag until it was removed, his mouth left open in shock. He tried to respond, but his mind was too hazy.

"That's it, baby. Take it all in for Daddy..." Val smiled sweetly and blew a cloud of it in his face, then started working on tying him up in chains. They maneuvered the smoke around accordingly, forming chains from it- just as tangible as any real ones. "Can you answer a little question for me? I want you to tell be how you want to be tied up for me. Can your dumb little brain handle that?"

He nodded, his body betraying him. "I want to be tied up like your little puppy," he managed, his voice shaking. The pink haze filled his mind, his cock hardening despite his reluctance.

"Aww, like my little puppy," Val cooed, already getting to work. They made them a little tighter than they needed to be. "How cute. You like this, baby? Can you even tell what Daddy's doing to you right now? Why don't you explain it, describe it to me. Show me you understand."

He whimpered, his mind swimming in the haze of pleasure. "You're tying me up, Daddy. I-I can't move...it feels so good," he stammered, his voice shaking with pleasure and arousal.

"Mmhm... can you tell exactly where I'm tying you up at?" They asked, raising an amused brow. They took another puff of their cigarette and got back to work.

He nodded, his body trembling. "You're tying my hands behind my back, and you've put a collar around my neck," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Good boy! Such a good job, Voxxy," they praised, tightening the chains a little. Val stepped back and admired their work, then got down, positioning their cock at his entrance. "You're such a bitch sometimes, it's almost a surprise you're not a complete pussy. But don't worry, baby, I'll be filling you up either way..."

He gasped as he felt the tip of their cock against him, his body tensing as he prepared for the sensation of them inside him. He looked up at them, his eyes wide and terrified, but a hint of desire lingered within them. "Please, Val..."

"Please what?" They growled. They took one last long drag of their cigarette and blew the intoxicating smoke in his face. "Do you wanna be my fuck puppy? do you want me to shove my cock in your asshole, hm? Do you want me to have you cumming and begging for me?"

"Answer me," they said, hitting him hard. They grabbed his antennae and yanked his head up. "Daddy doesn't like to be ignored."

"Yes, Daddy!" he gasped, his eyes wide with surprise, pain, and most notably, pleasure. "I want you to shove your cock in my asshole and make me cum. I want to be your fuck puppy, please use me."

"Good boy," they purred, letting his head go and finally thrusting into him. "You like this, don't you, baby? Tell me how this good feels."

"Oh fuck, Val!" he yelled, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "It's so good, you're so big, please fuck me harder!" His nails dug into the palms of his hands, still tied behind his back as he arched it, offering himself up to them completely.

"What, you mean like this?" Val asked softly, moving in and out faster, slamming into him. "You like this, hm? You like being my little fuck puppy. You want daddy's dick so bad, you're such a desperate little slut. I want to hear you beg, bitch."

"Please, Daddy! Please fuck me harder, please, I need it so bad, I'm your little fuck puppy, your dirty little slut!" he screamed, his voice ragged with pleasure. "I'll do anything for you, please just fuck me harder!"

"Aww, such a needy little whore," they said, running their fingers along his back. Two of their hands held him down, their other two traced little patterns along his skin, leaving light scratches when he got moved too much. "Do you want me to fuck you senseless? Want me to fuck you until you're dumb little puppy? Do you want me to fuck you until you can't cum anymore, until you're begging me to stop?"

"Yes, please, Daddy, yes!" he shouted, arching his body against theirs. "Fuck me until I'm a mess, until I can't think straight, please!" He was begging for it, desperate for their touch, for his mind to go blank and just feel.

"Mm, such a good slut," they said with a grin. Val saw the look on his face, saw he was close, and they stopped, pausing for a moment. "Tell me, do you think you deserve to cum?"

"No, Daddy, I don't!" He gasped and shook his head, not knowing the answer they wanted but doing his best to please them. "I'm just your little fuck toy, your dirty little slut. I don't deserve pleasure, I only deserve to serve you, to make you happy."

"That's right," Val said, thrusting into him again. "If I tell you to do something, you do it. If I tell you that you want something, you want it. If I tell you something, you believe it. Fuck pups like you don't need to think, you just obey like a good little dog. Now, cum for daddy."

"Yes, Daddy…" Vox moaned, reaching his peak and cumming hard. His body convulsed, every muscle tensing as he rode the wave of pleasure, his mind hazy and blank. "Thank you, Tino.." He panted breathlessly, still breathing heavily even as the sensation slowly faded.

"We're not done yet, baby.." they chuckled lightly and made a few deep scratches along his back. "You don't deserve to cum, you don't deserve pleasure. You're only here to serve me, like a good little puppy. You do what I say, when I say it. I want to fuck you all night long, until you're a whimpering cum soaked mess, and you are going to sit here and take it."

"Oh... oh yes, Daddy... please fuck me, I’m yours to use..." He moaned, his eyes wide and unfocused. He really did seem like a cock-hungry puppy, desperate for attention and pleasure.

"Good. Fucking. Boy." Val growled, each word punctuated with a hard thrust. They couldn't wait to watch him cum all night long.

He gasped, whimpering slightly in the back of his throat. Every thrust was a burst of pleasure that sent him jerking, his body writhing slightly on the bed under him. He was a mindless mess, his body so focused on the sex that it was more sensation than thought.

"Go on, whine and whimper and moan like a good little fuck pup," they said, pounding into him without remorse. The goal was to make him cum as many times as possible, to completely overwhelm him. And they were damn set on accomplishing it.

He made a breathless sound, arching his back slightly off the bed as he whimpered. "Daddy... Daddy please..." He whined, crying out in pleasure as he felt himself getting closer to climax.

"That's it, baby," Val groaned, reaching their own peak. They cummed in him, filling him up, but didn't stop thrusting. "Cum for daddy, now."

He let out a long, loud moan as he came. His orgasm was messy and intense, his body shaking under their touch. They could feel it, their thrusts slowing down but not stopping. A few more minutes and he was cumming again, his voice quieter, more tired.

“Mmmn… Daddy please..”

Hours passed of this same thing, over and over again. Val ended up adding more chains to keep him in place as he drooled, an utterly mindless cum filled mess. "You like that baby? Cum for daddy again," they said sweetly.

Vox let out a soft, whining moan, his body shaking as he came again. The pleasure was intense, his body trembling and sweaty. Val could see it in his face, the pure bliss and satisfaction of being used by them. It made everything that much sweeter.

"Such a good cum pup," they purred, finally pulling out. Val only gave him a moment of peace, as they played with his chains, undoing them and letting him collapse against the bed. They kept his collar and leash on him.

"Come on baby, I know you've got some more in you," they said. “Earlier, I asked you a question… and you didn’t quite answer. Do you remember? I asked if you wanted a vibrator or a dildo. Now daddy’s giving you both!”

Val watched his eyes widen slightly as they slid the vibrating dildo in place. Vox didn’t move- well, he squirmed, but as delicious as it was to watch, Val didn’t count that as movement. Not anything that mattered, at least.

“Mmngh..” Vox groaned a little as it turned on, utterly helpless and unable to do a single thing about it.

“Doesn’t that feel nice? Don’t you just love the way this makes you feel?” Val asked, tilted his head up so he could see his expression. His eyes were unfocused and glazed over and- “Oh! Cumming again already?” Val asked, laughing to themself. They brought Vox’s head into their lap, wiping away some of the drool as he came again.

Hours and hours passed like this, him cumming almost nonstop. He was a whimpering drooling mess, unable to form a single word. "Who's daddy's favorite whore?" Val asked quietly as they pet him gently, knowing he was too fucked out and blissed out to even comprehend anything- much less think for himself.

Vox whimpered softly at their words, his body still twitching with aftershocks of pleasure. He was completely spent, his mind a haze of bliss and exhaustion. He couldn't even think straight, let alone form a coherent thought or response.

"Aw, are you a tired little boy?" Val asked, their voice actually softening. "It's okay baby, I’ll get you all cleaned up."

Vox nodded weakly, still overwhelmed and unable to speak. He was completely drained, both physically and mentally. All he could do was let out a soft whimper as they spoke to him. He felt like a small child, completely at their mercy.

“Aw, it’s okay baby,” Val crooned softly, getting some Kleenex. He turned off the vibrating dildo and pulled it out of Vox, cleaning it off and setting it aside.

“Mmn… Val..?” Vox mumbled, lifting his head a little. “Did I do good?”

“You did wonderfully, sweetheart,” Val murmured, getting to work on cleaning the mess. God, there was so much cum… so, so much. Like, damn, it was everywhere. “Did you have fun?”

“Mmhm,” Vox replied, relaxing at their touch. “We should do this again sometime…”

“Oh? Do you like being a sub?” Val asked, teasing his nipples.

“Mngh…” Vox groaned weakly. “N-no..”

“Mmm…”

“Okay fine! I… I like being your subby puppy.”

“Good boy,” Val said, finally letting up. They stopped teasing and got back to cleaning him off. What? They wanted Vox to be comfortable. He was all fucked out, the least they could do was take care of him now.

Bonus! Alt ending that got cut out:

"Good boy! Who's daddy's good boy? Who's daddy's little fuck pup? Who's daddy's favorite whore, hm?" Val cleaned him up, teasing his dick again as they did so. They licked a bit of the cum off their fingers. "Who's daddy's favorite needy slut?"

"I am, daddy," he replied, his voice breathy and filled with need. He squirmed as they teased his dick, wanting more of their touch. "I'm your good boy, your fuck pup, your whore... I'm daddy's favorite needy slut.”

#📿 anon #this feels like a reall bad movie script that Travis would right for Val #maybe that’s the insecurity speaking #also yes Valentino did say he could do worse #and then chose not to do it with Vox #he’s being nice 🥺 #well. nice-ish #have I mentioned that I hate Valentino? #mostly because I can’t write him well imo #ugh #anyway #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox hazbin hotel #vox hazbin #vox the tv demon #thanks anon! #staticmoth #mothstatic #vox x valentino #Valentino x Vox #voxval #valvox #hazbin hotel voxval #hazbin hotel staticmoth

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Your pervert hc’s will not leave my brain, all I can think about is how the rest of the cast would act, cause I just know Alan and Lucas would both feel so guilty and ashamed of themselves, and I can only think of the word mortified when I think of Ren, Haku, and Sho with this one.

It has me really hoping you’re gonna put a few more of these out for sure, but either way, thanks for the writing you’ve already done, the fandom’s so new there’s so few fics, I’m glad I found this blog!

MDNI 18+

Pervert!TD

ft: Alan, Luca, Ren, Sho

Part one part two

Alan Mido

—pervert!Alan who looks away after the first time he accidentally checks you out. He just got so hard he doesn’t even know what to do. Like it was just a quick up and down glance. He has to excuse himself from the room immediately

—pervert!Alan who now can’t stop thinking of what it would feel like to have your hands pumping his dick instead of his own

—pervert!Alan does in fact feel INCREDIBLY guilty for his own thoughts. But even just looking at you while you’re talking about anything or everything he’s just trying to keep himself from imagining your lips around his cock

—pervert!Alan does his best to drown those thoughts, but they always come back to him when he’s alone at night, but it’s better than the thoughts that plagued him before you came along

—pervert!Alan wishes he could taste you, so badly, he needs to more than anything know what it tastes like to make you feel good. He knows if you’d let him, he could sit there and just pleasure you for hours on end like a starved man. He knows he’d take his sweet time and savor every moment, but for now, just having you in his presence is enough for him

Lucas Errant

—pervert!Luca cannot stop thinking about how badly he’d like to rail you. Stuff both his dick and all his stress somewhere deep inside you all at once

—pervert!Luca who peeks down your shirt in class accidentally once, and now ‘accidentally’ will drop pens or papers in hopes that you’ll bend over and pick it up just so he can sneak another peek

—pervert!Luca definitely knows better and feel bad for desiring you so deeply, but also hearing you say his name almost made him bust in his pants once

—pervert!Luca does his best to stop himself from jerking off to the thought of one of his few friends at darkwik, also the fact that you’re cursed makes it so much worse,,, he feels so bad, but cumming to the thought of you feels sooooo good

—pervert!Luca accidentally whimpered once because your hand grazed his hip as you were passing by, he really hopes you didn’t hear….

Ren Shiranami

—pervert!Ren who was totally normal in his feelings about you until he felt you cling to him one time on a mission. There couldn’t have been a worse moment for him to be on rock hard. Worst part is both Haru and Towa noticed too

—pervert!Ren makes sure his doors and windows are locked and covered when he’s jerking it to a photo of you

—pervert!Ren who invites you over to watch the directors cut of his favorite horror movie, and will be sniffing the space you occupied once you leave, just to get a little relief from the raging boner he had the whole time

—pervert!Ren definitely thinks about how badly you’d probably react if he just moved his hand down your chest and felt around a bit…. Surely it wouldn’t be that bad…. Who is he kidding, that’d make him look like as much of a weirdo as the others in a much worse way….

—pervert!Ren who picks movies with sex scene to watch how you react, maybe if he’s lucky you’ll leave a little wet spot from arousal on his bed for him to press his face into later…. He’ll be absolutely mortified by his own depravity doing this, but fuck all hell it feels so good…

Shohei Haizono

—pervert!Sho who was walked in on once by Leo right as he moaned your name, and is now being blackmailed into hanging out with you more (Leo is trying to set them up in the only way he knows how, blackmail)

—pervert!Sho loves taking you out for rides in his bike just to feel your body all pressed up against him

—pervert!Sho curses himself for having such perverted thoughts when you’ve done nothing but show him genuine kindness, but also he just wants to see how your ass would look riding him….. it’s only natural, right?

—pervert!Sho stays a little too close and is always ready to pull you around if youre not paying attention to where you’re walking. He’ll scold you for it, but inside he’s really just thinking about how easily he could pick you up and buck up into you since you’re so light to him (his goulish strength is wild picking up industrial refrigerators and shit)

—pervert!Sho who has a wet dream about you posing naked on his bike and now he has regular fantasies about bending you over and fucking your brains out on it, he keeps it to himself though… and the box of tissues by his bed

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[honeychamomile1]

Ain’t Pretty

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: It really isn’t pretty when a heart breaks.

Warnings: Drinking, mention of alcoholic beverages, crying, shame, heartbreak, angst, all that nice lovely stuff. :)

Note: This story is inspired by “It Ain’t Pretty” by Lady A.

BTW: There might be a part two, sooo.

She looked into the mirror, forcing herself to get ready for the night. Her makeup was done, face full of life and ready to go out. But if you looked hard into her eyes, the entrance to the soul, you would see the hurt and brokenness that was displayed within them. She may have looked good, but her heart was cracking and chest swelling.

Thankfully everything was covered up with the products, not wanting everyone to see how destroyed she was. The more she thought about the concept the more she fell deeper into the hole of darkness, never to see the light of day again.

She took a deep breath, suddenly feeling sick to the stomach as if she might throw up. She held in a gag, wanting nothing more than to rip all this makeup off and crawl in bed, which is where she hasn’t been leaving much in the past few days.

She grabbed her lipstick, deep red in color as she looked back in the mirror, titling her head up so she could see her mouth. She couldn’t lie, she thought it turned out a little too bright for her liking but she ignored it, not wanting to deal with how her makeup looked like.

She sucked in a breath, locking eyes with her reflection. What she saw looking back at her was a hopeless little girl who was broken, chest burning so much so she thought of dying.

She grabbed her keys on the way out, heels clicking on the floor and the sound took her back to so much memories that she had to stop walking and shut her eyes, trying to squeeze them out of her mind.

No, she thought. I have no time for him.

She breathed in again, lungs filling with air as her eyes got wet, yet if she blinked enough times they went away. At least, for now.

Her hands gripped the wheel of her car, engine thundering beneath her body. She then pulled it into drive, looking back into the dark night as she pulled out, her chest missing a big piece that was once there.

They let her in without a cover of charge, something she wasn’t surprised at but she made her way to to the back of the bar instead of the dance floor, sitting in a corner on a stool.

She didn’t understand how some people could be that happy, the feeling of pain and hurt too flooded into her chest she couldn’t find happiness anywhere.

She saw everyone laughing and smiling, mouths open wide as they had the night of their lives. Their faces radiated happiness, practically being contagious for everyone. Everyone except her.

She had ordered a drink, the glass having condensation on the outside from the ice melting. She didn’t bother drinking even a sip, each second staring into nothingness as her mind broke herself apart.

Drinking reminded her of him, since he always seemed to have a beer in his hand, or bought beer for the group when they hung out. She didn’t want to do something that reminded her of him, yet she didn’t want to walk into a bar and not get anything; that would make her look weird.

So instead she found herself picking at a napkin in front of her, peeling off the corners so all the napkin was gone except the remains beneath the glass.

It looked ridiculous, she looked ridiculous, fibers of a napkin everywhere in front of her. She piled them up in her hands, squeezing it together in her first until she couldn’t breath properly. Tears flooded her eyes, mind taking over with memories of him.

Him.

The boy who broke her heart, ripped it out of her chest, spit on it, threw it to the ground, stomped on it, and forced it back into her chest again, rearranging her rib cage in the process.

A nice boy came up to her then, smiling flirtatiously as he asked her to dance with him. She felt numb, letting him take her hand as he led her to the dance floor.

It felt wrong, and it most certainly didn’t feel right, but every second of his touch she wished it was JJ’s, his soft hands have used to brush her skin in the best way. The whole time he pulled her close, whispering things in her ear she wished it was JJ’s lips touching her ear. And worst of all, when the man’s venomous lips touched hers, hands on her face, she wished it was Maybank.

The feeling of missing him was far too much, so much so her chest was burning and she could barely breath. She pulled away abruptly, rudely wiping her mouth with her hand right in front of him. He scoffed, calling her not such nice things compared to his sweet nothings in her ear moments prior.

She ignored the calls and insults, pushing people around and hearing them grumbling to themselves as a form of protest, but she didn’t bother to turn and apologize.

She headed to the bathroom, standing in front of the sink pathetically as she tried to dry her upcoming tears. She looked at herself in the mirror, ignoring the woman beside her dumping a bottle of beer down the sink.

The liquid reeked, burning her noise as it ran down the drain. The woman didn’t notice her drying tears, rubbing her fingers along her cheeks delicately.

How’d she even get here?

How’d she go from a happy in love girl to a hopeless one who’s now crying in a bar bathroom?

Not to mention she just kissed someone she didn’t know the name of, his lips tasting like poison, heating her chest knowing that she shouldn’t be doing that. She let him pull her close, JJ and her’s favorite song playing in the background, the one they used to sing together in the Twinkie, the one that lyrics were tattooed on her heart.

She ripped her phone out, feeling the strong urge to talk to him, to make things amend, to have his touch upon her skin once again.

She wanted to remind him what he did, to remind him that he broke her heart with careless actions and dialogue.

Her fingers frantically typed on her passcode, thumbs pressing the numbers. It unlocked, opening to her home screen. She clicked on the phone app, fingers hovering over the keyboard of numbers, his number engraved in her mind. The whole number was eventually typed, finger floating above the green button, but it switched to the side button, making the phone turn off all together.

The tears were too much, her heart breaking as she raced out of the place, looking absolutely pathetic.

She stopped on the way out, taking off her heels one by one before holding them to her chest, crying her eyes out.

She missed him.

She missed JJ.

She wanted him.

And he didn’t want her.

The realization hurt as heck, the rain drops that were now falling soaking her dress that she decided to wear. It was JJ’s favorite on her, the one he used to twirl her in every time she wore it, the fabric that once spun around her legs now sticking to them from the rain.

No wonder he broke up with her, she couldn’t even handle a break up. She thought she was okay, she really did, so she went out only to walk home in the pouring rain.

She started walking home, bare feet on the wet pavement of the sidewalk.

She got to her house, stepping on the splintered wood and standing in front of the door.

She looked ridiculous.

Crying over a boy.

She knew better than that.

But she couldn’t help but want him back.

She got her phone out of her purse, the wet fabric cold against her hands.

This time she did dial the number, pressing the green button before she regretted it.

She held it up to her ear, each ring haunting her as she waited to hear his voice again.

A sob broke out of her body, shaking it and it wasn’t from the cold.

He’d declined, hung up on her like she was nothing.

She was nothing to him.

She flung her phone on the porch, another cry escaping her lips as she sank down on the floor, her back leaning against the house as cries shook her body.

“JJ…” she whimpered, hugging her arms close to her body, heart yearning for him, wanting him to save her from this heart wrenching feeling that’s taken over her.

She didn’t care that she might wake up sick, or that she’s bone cold at the moment, the one person who she wanted most didn’t want her, and she was left in so many pieces that she couldn’t put together, since he had majority of them in the first place.

It really isn’t pretty when a heart breaks.

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[aniesvision]

distraction (bff!colby x f!reader)

based on a request! (im sorry it's not exactly how u asked for but i'll do more fics with colby and try to use all your requests, for now i hope u like this one 💕)

warnings: little angst at the beginning, mentions of break-up and cheating (not her or colby), crying, kissing, making out, fingering, oral (f! receiving), handjob, p in v, pet names (baby, pretty girl), kinda rough (?), slight dumbification, spanking but just a lil bit, all fours!, orgasm denial, praising, pleading, backshot.

a/n: hi! I had this in my notes but in portuguese, so I tried to translate it, if the writing is different that's why! i hope you guys enjoy it, and just the usual reminder: english is not my first language!

synopsis: you go through a breakup and decide to drive to your best friend's house to distract yourself, but he surprises you with his choice of distraction.

note: Colby's purple!

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Although I had always loved rainy days, the gray clouds covering the sun and the drops of water soaking the concrete streets, today I couldn't see it in a positive way. Traffic was at a standstill, a thunderstorm was falling on the glass, and the sound of my music was being drowned out by the loud noise of drops contacting the roof and windows of the car.

In any other situation, I would've just parked, turned up the sound and enjoyed the time. But now, I would do anything to stop all this and just get to my destination right away.

The stress of the current situation and the memories of what brought me this far rolled through my mind and all I could do was feel the tears forming and falling on the steering wheel.

It was just a few more damn blocks, just a few more streets, just a little bit more. The crying came as hard and heavy as the rain outside. If there's one thing I've always hated it's feeling weak. To be collapsing in the car, standing in the middle of the street with a storm happening, the feeling of being so close, yet so far from where I wanted to be, was too much.

Not only that, but having just moved out of my, now ex, boyfriend's house after he decided to finally confess that he had been cheating on me for the past few weeks while I had been traveling for work and thinking about how I missed him didn't help at all.

I didn't want to go for so long, I hated being out of the house, out of my comfort zone, and even though I enjoyed my job and learned a lot, maybe I could have avoided it all.

Of course, if he cheated, it wasn't because we were separated for a long time (witch wasn't even the case, it was just two weeks), it was because he was a dick.

But still, I can't help but wonder if things could've gone differently if I had simply refused the trip.

It was only two weeks, which in theory wouldn't be that long. Two weeks, in which I dedicated myself to work and tried to improve my career. Two weeks in which he was always too busy for a facetime, but said he missed me. Two weeks in which I bought gifts for him, in which I texted him whenever it was possible, in which he was fucking another woman in the same bed that I used to spend my nights.

I returned from the trip straight to him, straight to his house, straight into his arms. The hug and touch I wanted to feel so much.

He opened the door and didn't even smile at me. I walked in, asked what was wrong, my heart already felt that something was going to happen, that there was something wrong. I knew, even before he said anything, that we weren't going to stay together after that conversation.

When we sat down and he explained his reason for not wanting to be with me anymore, for making me feel guilty for leaving him alone, apologizing for cheating on me but not seeming to regret it, my heart broke into a thousand little pieces.

I didn't say a word, I just handed him the gift I bought him during the trip, knowing he'd like it, and walked out the door. I hadn't cried until then, even though I was destroyed from the first moment.

My idea was to go to my best friends' house and try my best to forget about all this. But, traffic happened, and the tears kept coming, and I couldn't even pull myself together enough to drive a few more damn streets. I cried, and cried some more, and even more.

I cried until I had no more tears left, and then I felt so tired that I couldn’t even think straight. I took a deep breath, started the car, and drove the rest of the way to his house. I knocked on the door a few times, and as soon as it opened, I didn’t even wait to figure out who had opened it, I just buried my face in the chest of the person in front of me and clung to their body with all the strength I had left.

The person in front of me gently pushed me back. Colby looked at me with concern, his eyes softening as he take in my state. He pulled me into another hug, allowing me to stay there as long as I needed. After a while, we separated.

He locked the front door and explained that he was home alone, but Sam would probably be back later if I wanted to talk to him too. We sat on the living room couch. Colby hesitated to ask what happened, due to my state. I took a deep breath, removed my sneakers, crossed my legs on the couch, and mindlessly played with my fingers while I told him what happened, without looking at him.

-He cheated on me. — I said, simply and directly, my voice slightly hoarse and still filled with sadness.

Colby's eyes widened in shock, and he quickly stood up, stopping in front of me.

-What?? —His voice carried anger.

He was in disbelief, caught off guard by my confession, but it was clear how furious he was.

I remained silent, unable to repeat the phrase that had already been so difficult to say out loud.

-He’s a damn idiot for cheating on a girl like you. Fuck, I want to punch him so bad right now. —Colby ranted, pacing from one end of the room to the other.

It was hard not to break down right there, but it was even harder to cry in front of someone else. Despite having cried in front of Colby before, I didn’t want to shed tears for someone who didn’t deserve them.

-I don’t want to remember it anymore. Can we talk about something else, please? I just need a distraction. —I said, frustrated.

Colby looked at me, the anger gradually turning into understanding. He took a deep breath to calm himself and nodded, extending a hand to help me up before pulling me into another hug.

-Yes, of course. Whatever you want. —He said, his tone softer now.

He stroked my hair with one hand and my back with the other. We stayed like that for a while, not saying anything, just appreciating the closeness. After a few minutes, he pulled away just enough to look into my eyes, studying me carefully, trying to understand my feelings. It looked like he was examining every detail of my face, maybe to gauge how I was doing, simply out of concern.

Colby gave me a small smile, cupping my cheeks with his hands and leaving a gentle caress there. His gesture made me smile back, and I looked at him as attentively as he looked at me.

Without saying anything or even preparing me for his next move, he pressed his lips on mine in a delicate, quick kiss, pulling away in less than five seconds, afraid of my reaction.

I stared at him, not angry, not irritated, not disappointed, just extremely confused.

-You said you needed a distraction. —He explained, his voice low and hesitant, as if he still wasn’t sure if he should have done that, if it had worsened the situation or possibly helped.

I think about what he said. Colby and I had shared a few kisses before at parties when I was single, and he was too. But, at parties, we were in a more appropriate setting for friends to just kiss spontaneously without needing any justification, purely out of desire or a “fuck it” moment.

And now, despite not being at a party, I was upset, heartbroken, and genuinely needed something to take my mind off things. So, the “fuck it” moment happened, and I leaned in to kiss him again.

What was supposed to be just a quick peck, turned into something more when he decided to deepen the kiss and brush his tongue against mine. It was the first time we kissed for real. It wasn't just a simple touching of lips, but a true tongue battle, with our heads slightly tilted to opposite sides.

His hands moved to my hips, pulling me closer, and I wrap my hands around his neck, playing with his hair. He was a good kisser, the synchrony of our mouths was perfect, and the distraction was working way too well, until he pulled away, with a smug smile on his face.

-Do you feel distracted yet? —He asks, in a sarcastic tone, like he wanted to find a way to provoke me as he always do. I roll my eyes with a small smile on my lips, not even thinking twice before responding.

-I think I'm not distracted enough.

He pulled me into another kiss, even more intense than the last one. Gradually, he took two steps back, sitting down on the couch, with his legs slightly open, his eyes focused on mine.

He pulls me by the hands, making me sit on his lap, each leg of mine on one side of his body.

We went back to kissing, not even giving ourselves time to process what we were doing. It felt so natural, as normal as a routine, it felt comfortable enough that I didn't even wonder if I should be making out with my best friend.

The kiss became deeper, more intense. Colby moves his hands to my ass, pulling me even closer, making me feel his already hard member through his sweatpants. In an automatic action, I move my hips, grinding on him and making him separate the kiss to let out a loud sigh.

Our gazes met once again, his pupils were dilated, his eyes looked different, the tension in the air was almost palpable.

He squeezes my ass, making me gasp, and a smile appears on his lips. I didn't know when Sam was going to come back home, I only knew that this was in fact happening when I felt my shirt being pulled off my body and thrown on the floor.

Fortunately for me I wore a nice bra today, which matched my panties. My idea was that someone else would see it, but it didn't happen as I expected.

I didn't know how to feel when my thoughts went to how slutty I was to let someone else see me that way so quickly after my break up, but considering that I trust Colby with my life, and it was visible how fascinated he was, I couldn't case less.

His eyes scan my body, his fingers lightly moving at my sides, almost shyly, feeling my skin. But he wasn't shy, it was obvious from the way he was basically eye fucking me.

- I really want to do this, but I don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of the situation to get in your pants. —He says. I smile, grateful that even though we were making out, he still thinks of me with respect.

I take one of my hands to his chin, lifting it with two fingers.

- I trust you. —My voice is firm, although it contains a certain sweetness.

He nods, getting the message, and kisses me again. In one quick motion, he takes off his own shirt, tossing it close to mine on the floor, wasting no time in exploring my exposed skin with his fingertips.

His lips trace kisses from my mouth to my neck, where he leaves some hickeys. My eyes remain closed, feeling every touch my best friend provided.

Without thinking too much, I run my fingers through his skin too, feeling every detail. Even though I've seen him shirtless before, this was different, it was another context and another occasion.

I let my fingers slide down to the waistband of his sweatpants, but before I could pull it down, he switches our positions, laying me down on the couch and doing what I planned to do, taking off his sweatpants and tossing it aside.

He does the same with mine, his eyes looking me up and down, his lips finding mine to another kiss.

Our glued bodies, the friction between our skins and the last pieces of clothing are reasons enough for us to understand that we were crossing a line. Even so, neither of us took the time to stop and ask if we were sure, it was obvious from how unable we were to stop. From the fact that I was already hot, my panties soaked and how hard he was.

There was no room for questioning.

Slowly, Colby's hands find the clasp of my bra, gently taking it off. He stares at my boobs for a few seconds, his mouth agape like he was seeing the best work of art of all times in front of him.

-So beautiful. —He mumbles, before bringing his lips to my nipples and leaving wet kisses there.

He squeezes my other boob with his free hand, making me gasp, which gave him even more confidence to continue.

He gave the same attention to the other nipple, gradually moving his kisses to my belly, stopping just before my panties, looking up and smiling before letting his fingers curl around the elastic.

Even though I didn't say a word to stop him, his eyes asked for my permission, and I answered him only with a quick nod.

He took off the last piece of clothing that covered my body, my skin completely exposed to the eyes of my best friend. A wave of nervousness hits me, making me somewhat anxious about the situation I got on.

Colby leaves light kisses on the inside of my thighs, getting closer and closer to where I wanted, taking his time to tease me. When finally his lips make contact with my sensitive area, his tongue tracing a line from my entrance to my clit, a small moan of pleasure escapes my mouth.

-Mhm, Colby, please... -I whine.

It only served to boost his ego, his tongue moving faster and more precise, my hips moving involuntarily against his mouth, his hands firm on my thighs as he kept his head in between my legs, making me completely forget how strange and maybe even wrong it was that I was so easily surrendering to another person.

-Colby... - His name comes out low, in a small plea for him not to stop, one of my hands intertwining in his hair and pulling him closer, my back arching on the couch.

Even though I can't see, I feel a smile forming on his lips, one of his hands sliding down my thigh. He slides a finger under his chin, pushing in and moving it at the same speed as his tongue.

A few moans come naturally from my lips, my hand holding his hair tighter, my head being thrown back and my eyes closing in pleasure. It was almost impossible not to give in, all the anxiety I felt earlier going away with the knot that formed in my stomach.

-Colby, fuck, I'm... -I try to warn him, his voice interrupting me.

-Cum on my fingers, baby.

A feeling of tension followed by relaxation takes over my body and little by little he withdraws his finger and his tongue from me, looking at me intently.

My only reaction was to hold his face and pull him in for a kiss, feeling my own taste. My hands move until I managed to get the last piece of clothing off his body, leaving us equally naked. I use one of my hands to feel him, his veins pulsing in my fingers, the tip hot and red. The sigh coming out of his lips as he feels my hand working on his member, not letting me continue until I'm done as he uses one of his hands to hold both of mine above my head, his other free hand lining up his member at my entrance and thrusting it all at once.

I bite my lips, trying not to scream when I feel the burning sensation and light pain before I got used to his size, a shaky moan leaving my throat. Colby continues to hold my hands, the other now at my waist, his face buried on the curve of my neck.

-Harder... -I plead, his head tilting so he could see me, a smirk on his lips.

-Yeah? Want me to be rough with you? Fuck you dumb? -His thrusts were faster and harder now, with each thrust he'd get balls deep into me, hitting all the right places.

-Please, please, fuck, Colby. -I cry out as he lets out a cocky laugh.

I didn't even tried to keep my moans low and quiet, they already came out loud and frequent, some curses and pleading being constant acts at this point.

The phrases I never thought I would hear coming from him, and from me to him, were the touches of reality that showed me that it was real, it was happening, I was enjoying it, and that, for some reason, my best friend was making me feel more pleasure than my ex made me feel in all the months we were together.

My fingernails had left marks on his back, but he didn't seem to care.

-Turn around. -He groans, pulling out and turning my body so I was in all fours.

I didn't even had a chance to speak before he was burying his dick inside of me once more, the new position making me feel him even deeper than before. Tears were already starting to form on my eyes.

He grabs my hair, keeping me up, leaning to whisper in my ears.

-Such a good girl for me, letting me fuck you like this.

I whine at his words, my legs shaking and another orgasm building up quickly in my stomach.

-Gonna cum for me again, pretty girl? —He asks, leaning down to kiss my shoulder.

I couldn't even speak at this point, so all I do is hum in affirmation, moans getting louder and louder.

-Hold it. —His demand was low and firm, and my eyes widen in surprise.

-C-Colby, fuck, can't, please, I need it so bad, please, please. —I look over my shoulder, catching his smirk before he pushed my head down onto the cushion and slapped my ass harshly.

-Cum with me, baby.

He slaps my ass one last time and my orgasm snaps, making me release all over his dick with a loud moan of his name. I feel him pulling away and shooting his load on my back, making me whine.

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We were already both lying down, next to each other, recovering the air and energy we had expended in the last few minutes, in silence, which was only broken by my laughter.

-I can't believe we did that.

He laughs along with me, shaking his head in denial and sitting up. Colby picked up all of our clothes on the floor, and handed me mine carefully, helping me up next.

-Wanna take a shower? —He asks, with caution in his voice like he wanted to proceed carefully from now on.

I nod my head, and he helped all the way through. The affection he showed was genuine, and I appreciated that very much, especially now.

After we are properly cleaned and in comfortable clothes, we lie down on his bed and he pulls me closer. I put an arm and a leg around his body, getting comfortable, and he wraps his arm around me, hugging me back. I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling his hand playing with my hair.

We stayed like this, no need to talk about what happened, just enjoying each other's company, until Sam arrived. I had to say, once again, the story of my breakup, but I didn't feel so sad to tell it anymore. Not while Colby held my hand and listened to everything intently, giving me the assurance that he would be there whenever I needed him.

a/n: I'm not sure how to feel about this one 😭

#fanfic #imagine #sam and colby #colby x reader #colby brock smut #colby brock #smut

[macabr3-barbi3]

pretty wings (ch. 2) - Vox/fallen angel!Reader

HI EVERYONE THIS WAS GONNA BE A ONE SHOT BUT HERE WE ARE AGAIN LOL

Chapter 1

We peg the TV man that's the whole fic

Tags: Wing Kink; Angel Wings; Fallen Angels; Vaginal Sex; Fantasizing; Begging; Vox Has a Crush; Pegging; Light Dom/sub; cunnilingus; Verbal Humiliation kind of? reader isn't mean, she just calls him a slut and he's into it lmao

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Here was the thing- Vox had never felt so humiliated in his entire life.

At the same time, he didn’t think he had ever been closer to simply passing the fuck out from arousal. Sure, he got up to some shit with Valentino sometimes, but he was usually the one in control. Val got to dominate in the studio; with Vox he was coy and bratty but submissive, letting the TV demon do pretty much whatever he wanted even if he ran his fucking mouth the whole time.

So the situation Vox was currently in was a new one- stripped down to his boxers, his hands secured to the headboard with a couple strips of soft rope, hard as steel unable to do a damn thing about it. You hadn’t told him the plan yet, just knotted the rope with a coy smile and stepped away from him. It's more the anticipation of what’s to come that’s got him worked up more than anything else, really. You sat at the end of the bed between his feet, wings drooping to either side of your bare body so that he can see the back of your head and the lovely expanse of your back where the wings are connected. You’re perfect as you are, just out of his reach, ethereal in the moonlight that streams through his bedroom windows.

He can’t help but think you’d be more beautiful if you would fucking touch him already. “Doll,” he says softly, keeping his voice low and almost whimpery, the way you liked it. “I’m dying over here, baby- come touch me. Let me touch you.” He would settle for either- he could get himself off whether it was just pleasing you or coming inside your tight, wet pussy. Anything to keep the itchy feeling of inactivity from his limbs the way they were starting to feel now.

You don’t even look over your shoulder at him. “I didn’t hear the magic word, pretty boy,” you say, and his cock strains against the confines of his boxers, the faint glow of it evident through the thin cloth. Fuck, he loved it when you called him that- it should have felt demeaning, condescending, but you always said it with such a tone of sincerity that he couldn’t help but let it buzz pleasantly in his brain.

“Please,” he lets tumble from his lips- he’s had you warm his bed enough times to know that whining and wheedling would have no effect on you when you wanted something. “Please touch me- please, let me fuck you.”

This time you do turn, your profile elegant and your eyes glowing, your hands fiddling with something just out of his reach. “How about you let me fuck you instead?” You hold up the item in your hand, and his screen glitches when he notices the blue silicone with dark straps coming off of it.

He feels the flush that tints his skin purple start at the base of his TV head and spread, the blood in his veins almost itchy in embarrassment, in want. He had managed to take a couple fingers before- Val was a selfish prick and they usually did what he wanted, which was Vox fucking him into the mattress- but he wasn’t opposed to actually being penetrated by any means. Especially not with you; he couldn’t deny the rush of arousal that floods him at the thought. You would fuck him so well, and he would still get to have the visual of you with your wings spread out behind you which was his favorite thing in the fucking world.

You seem to mistake his silence for hesitation- you don’t know all of the details of his on-and-off thing with Valentino- and set the strap-on down, turning to crawl across the bed and kneel between his legs. “I’ll be real gentle with you, baby,” you whisper, fingers dancing up his shins and gripping his knees to push them apart slightly. You let them slide down his thighs towards his more sensitive parts and his cock jerks, the sight making your lips quirk up on one side. “Make it feel really good- have you ever…?” You trace your finger over the space between his cheeks over his boxers, and the exhale that punches out of his chest is broken and earnest.

“F-fingers,” he admits, his voice cracking in a way that makes him flush darkly. “With… with Val a couple times. But never fully- you know. And never with a woman.”

Your eyes flash red looking down at him, leaning forward so your right wing can dig into the bedside table and grab the bottle of lube, your hands pulling down his boxers and flinging them off the side of the bed. The snap of the cap is louder than it has any right to be when you open it and let some drizzle onto your delicate fingers. “I get to be your first on both counts, huh? I like that, Vox- like you were saving yourself for me. Like a precious little virgin.” The way you say his name has his hips canting up, erection heavy and bright against his stomach where it rests waiting for you, glowing an electric blue at the tip in the darkness of the room.

Your fingers dip out of sight then, fingers slick as they move against his skin and brush lightly over the sensitive ring of muscle hidden between his legs.

Your finger is insistent but soft where you rub against his entrance, spreading the lube and working him enough that you could push the tip of your finger inside of him. He groans, and once his mouth is open he can’t fucking close it, moans falling from him like a prayer as his screen glitches and crackles. You’re slow and meticulous pushing into him, careful not to move too fast or hard, flexing your finger just so-

“Ơ̷̴̪̪̝͈̥͈̆̀̚h̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ��͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔,” he groans, the pad of your finger grazing against his prostate- the couple of times he had done this with Val the moth was always too intense with it, treating him like one of his porn sluts that was used to the sensation. You kept the pressure light and teasing, your other hand coming up to stroke his prick where it was leaking against his skin.

Your finger slips out, another pressing against his entrance. “Can you take another, pretty boy?” He nods with a harsh exhale and you press in again, letting your digits slowly start to separate so he was properly prepared, properly stretched for you to fuck him with the silicone dick that lay forgotten to the side. His circuit board is fucked, parts of his face glitching out as he watches you shift on the bed, your wings trembling where they rest against the sheets. You notice him watching- with a flick they expand out behind you, large and full and fucking magnificent like they always were. “Ohhh, you like that,” you coo at him, brushing against his prostate again, and a strangled whimper falls out of him. “I could feel you clench down- you want more?”

With the press of a third finger you bring your wings forward, letting them trail over parts of your body that your hands couldn’t reach while they were occupied- the exposed undersides of his arms where they were tied at the headboard, along his throat, down his bare chest. He would never get enough of them, how pretty they were, how strong and agile they were; you could slit his throat with an angelic blade tomorrow and if you used your wings to do it he would thank you with his dying breath for letting him see them in action one last time.

You bend forward like you mean to take him into your mouth while your fingers move, and a garbled “d̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥ't͖͖̠̬͛!” has you pulling back, stilling inside of him and wings freezing. “Don’t, t-t͖͖̠̬͛o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ close,” he mutters, his screen tinting with a blush. “I didn’t mean stop,” he says, the intensity of your gaze making him squirm against his restraints- he refers to the color system you had discussed. “Not red, but yellow. I just-”

“You wanna cum while I’m fucking you.” Your smile takes on a lecherous edge, your fingers resuming their slow, lazy pushes into the now pliant ring of muscle of his ass. “While someone is inside of you for the first time, huh? What a sweet, greedy slut.” You watch him closely for his reaction to that, which comes immediately- static sparks from his fingertips, red eye swirling, and this time he can feel the way he tightens down on your digits, bolts of mortification and arousal fighting for dominance as they both race through his whole frame. “Is that what you are?”

Vox feels the heat of his blood under his skin as he blushes everywhere besides his face. “Yes.” 

“Yes what?”

“Yes… sir?” He says hesitantly, and your laughter isn’t malicious but genuine, eyes crinkling at the edges with amusement. And even though he’s still hard as fuck and ready to get pegged, hopefully within an inch of his fucking life, he likes this, too- these softer moments you sometimes have when its just the two of you, when things aren’t so serious and you seem to let down your guard a little with him.

Still smiling, you squeeze at the base of his cock. “Cute,” you say, “but not what I’m looking for. Come on, pretty boy, what are you?”

His eyes clench shut, embarrassment forcing them closed even as he doesn’t fight the words when they spring forth. “A- a sweet, greedy slut,” he breathes out, and he’s rewarded with a more direct touch against his prostate, still not as intense as Val favored but more forceful than you’d been thus far. Vox’s mouth falls open, harsh pants escaping as he fights the urge to simply thrust into your hand and against the fingers inside of him. “Fuck, baby, p͔͔͚͉̬̋ͩ̾͗l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ.”

He’s empty suddenly, eyes flying open at your hand pulling away and leaving his entrance open, muscles fluttering around nothing as you reach for the discarded strap on. Your wings trace delicate lines down his limbs while you affix it to yourself- one end has a harsh upward curve and this you slide into your drenched cunt, a satisfied moan rumbling from your chest at the feeling- it makes his prick ache, not just lamenting that it wasn’t inside of you instead, but pleased that you would still be getting some pleasure from the act of fucking him. You take a moment to rub at your clit, head dropping back in pleasure and losing yourself in it for a moment before regaining your focus.

Properly strapped in (ha!) you line the other end of the fake blue cock up with his ass, a darker shade than his and not glowing down the length. He feels the pixels that make up his eyelids stutter closed, bracing himself for the initial push in- he was sure it would hurt at least a little but he could take it, would take it so well for you-

“Look at me,” you demand, and if he had lashes they would be fluttering as his eyes open. You’re poised between his legs, hands gripping his thighs to hold them apart. Your hips are gyrating slightly, trying to get friction from your end of the strapped on toy as you pull his legs up over your thighs, tilting his hips up at a better angle. “Beg for it,” you tell him, and his hands tighten on the rope around his wrists. “Come on, baby, ask me to fuck you for the first time. Let me make you feel good, Vox.”

And who is he to deny you? Especially when it’s something that he wants as well- wants it so badly he’s fit to burst, something in his head sparking and threatening to overwhelm him already, before you’ve even really begun. “Please,” he says, “please f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞- fuck me, baby, I want it-”

“Do you need it, Vox?” Your hips tick forward slightly, pressing against where he’s soft and pliant with the head of the strap. Resting there. Waiting. “Wanting it is well and good but I want you to fucking need it- need me inside of you like you need fucking breath. You’re a sweet, greedy slut by your own admission- tell me you need it.”

Where the fuck had you gotten such a filthy fucking mouth? “ N͔͔̥̺̞̿͊̇ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧd̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓ i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟t͖͖̠̬͛,” he says anyway, and he lets his tone get all whiny and soft. “Fuckin’ need it, doll, please give it to me- fuck, baby, f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔ m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ, come on-”

“Tell me what you are.” You push forward again, the head of the cock slipping into him, and the cry that escapes him is loud and keening- if Val could hear him now he would have a mic and camera on him faster than the moth could say ‘action,’ always trying to get Vox into the studio, to ‘capitalize on how hot you are, amorcito.’ He never wanted to be treated like one of his whores, had threatened the pimp with painful dismemberment more times than he could count early into their partnership before he learned to shut the fuck up about it.

For you, though? “I’m- fuck, sweetheart, please-”

You slide your hand down his thigh, damp with sweat now, and wrap it lazily around his bright , aching prick. “Doin’ so well, Vox,” you murmur, and the praise in your voice has him taking in a shaky breath. “So fucking perfect, a little more and I’ll give you what you want. Come on, pretty boy- just for me, what are you?”

He meets your gaze, something that almost feels like tears dropping off his screen. He feels pinned under your eyes, his limbs not responding to his brain’s signals. He knows if he really wanted to stop that he could- he could say ‘red’ to bring everything to a halt if it was needed, but he didn’t want that. It might not have been his plan when you showed up tonight but now he wanted you to fuck him, goddamn it, and not be fucking gentle about it.

“I’m a s-sweet, greedy slut,” Vox repeats from earlier, and the smile you give him is nothing short of angelic. “Just for you. Please, baby, f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔ m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ,  I need it-”

His words cut off with a groan as you press into him properly, the blue silicone unrelenting as it pushes in slowly, deeper than your fingers had gone, deeper than Val’s ever had. You’re moaning as well, the movement finally providing the friction inside of you that you needed to feel good, too. You stop every couple of seconds to make sure that he’s adjusting well, like his sounds weren’t enough to tell you that he was fucking fine, thank you very much, and enjoying every inch of the strap sliding into him.

Finally your hips are against his, both panting when you lean up and over him to kiss him. Your tongue slips in alongside his and he licks into your mouth, long muscle reaching further than yours can. You’re still against him, your body trembling but not thrusting into him yet; you’re tense, like the restraint you’re showing is harder for you to maintain than you thought it would be. Where his dick presses against your stomach you glow, the weird electrical elements of his body evident in his erection rubbing against your soft skin. The blue tint is beautiful on your complexion, illuminating scars that line the plane of your abdomen and thighs.

Vox bucks his hips up, harsh groan torn from his mouth at the motion when it drags the fake dick across his prostate- not directly touching it but gliding over it in a tantalizing way. “Come on, fuck me,” he begs, and tugs at his restraints. “Fuck me like I fuck you, baby, fuckin’ g̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟v̹̹̘̼̞̻͆ͩ̓ͪ͢ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟t͖͖̠̬͛ t͖͖̠̬͛o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ.”

The sound that escapes you when you pull back and then shove your hips forward again is one that he’s going to burn onto a disc so he can put it in some kind of time capsule- open it back up in 500 years to remind himself of how sweet it was the first time. “Fuck, Vox,” you whimper, and there’s no trace of the dominating minx that he had come to know you as, always in control even in the throes of passion with him. His name was broken on your lips, your eyebrows creased as you stared down at him. “Fucking good, pretty boy, letting me fuck you- be the first one inside of you, fuck.” Your hips snap sharply against him, and its so fucking good he thinks he might cry, the pressure light and delicious against his prostate as your hips move. He knows you don’t feel it like you would if you had a real dick, that it’s most likely the mental element; that he wants you inside him, that he trusts you enough to let you do this, that he’s allowing you to have this control.

“Wish I could fuck you while you fuck me,” you moan into his mouth, the ends of your wings coming up to hold onto his wrists like the rose wasn’t doing a good enough job. “No idea how we’d manage that- but fuck, what I wouldn’t fucking give to have this inside of me.” You tighten your grasp on the base of his cock and he jerks in place, twitching in your grasp and leaking onto his stomach. “You think you can figure out some kind of tech for that?”

“Hah, I’ll see what I can do once you finish railing me.” He moves his hips into your thrusts, lets the toy hit deeper, his voice tearing out of him like there’s a hole in him letting it slip out. The familiar sensation of his balls drawing up and tightening is making his head fuzzy, orgasm just out of reach- not for long though, if you have anything to say about it. “Fucking me so good, baby, please-”

“Please what? Please let you cum on my fake cock like my favorite whore?” You release your grip on one of his thighs to push your hair back from your sweaty forehead, grin mischievous while you fuck into his willing body. “Gonna cum from your first time with someone inside of you?”

“Fuck yes,” he grunts, and the humiliation of your words contributes to that tension in his stomach that’s about to snap watching you lose yourself in the act of fucking him into his mattress, not to mention the sweet pressure against that bundle of nerves inside his ass every time your pelvis slams into the plush muscle. “Fuck, yes, g̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥn̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎ f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥ' c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠,” he manages before the coil snaps and his vision goes dark, the silhouette of your wings fully unfurled and illuminated by the lights outside the window the image that burns into the backs of his closed eyes when his screen goes dark.

He feels his cock pulse into your hand, spilling over your delicate fingers and onto his skin, dripping down to the tight skin of his balls. It lasts longer than he would have expected, and he’s trembling by the end of it, his limbs tense from the exertion.

You slow and stop, sliding out of him while his vision is still dark, the ring of muscle now loose and twitching without anything to fill him. There’s a rustling of the bedsheets and then lips on his screen, trailing around the edges of his face. A brush of feathers over a sensor on the side of his head brings him back online, and as soon as you’re sure that he can see again you bring your soiled fingers up to your mouth and lick them clean, making sure to push your tongue out so you can see the mess before you close them and swallow.

You haven’t cum yet, he realizes as you start untying him from the headboard, and as soon as he’s free he gets his hands on your shoulder and shoves, laying you out across his mattress.

And fuck if that wasn’t a sight he would never tire of; hooded eyes watching him from your lovely face, those fucking wings spread out underneath you like a butterfly pinned to a board. Before you can question him he ducks between your legs, drawing your legs up over his shoulders and immediately setting to work.

Vox laps at the wetness coating your folds before pushing his tongue into your slick cunt, the long muscle strong and flexing and making you cry out above him. His hands stay busy as well, making up for the lost time when he wasn’t able to touch you; fisting in your feathers, digging tiny cuts into the skin of your hips and thighs where he’s holding you. He could please you for-fucking-ever, never get tired of your taste on his tongue whether it was your pussy or your mouth, freshly fucked or cold and sweet from a vanilla ice cream you insisted on sharing with him when he took it from his stash in the freezer.

He strokes his tongue against that spot inside that always makes you grip him a little tighter, and he’s met in response with exactly what he wants, your hand flying down to grasp at his shoulders and your voice moaning into the night. He pushes a clawed finger to your clit and with a few strokes you’re coming undone, orgasm wracking through your body with a force that leaves your muscles twitching, walls pulsing around his tongue as he drinks your release down with a lewd slurp before pulling away when it seems like you couldn’t handle anymore.

He collapses next to you on the mattress and you immediately curl into his side, an arm flung across his chest and one wing coming up to drape over the both of you like a blanket. It was soft and warm, and Vox finds himself wondering what you had done your first couple of weeks in Hell- a lot of demons struggled to find a job or a place to stay for a while when they fell. Had you spent nights on the streets like this with only your wings for warmth?

He’s refrained from asking you too many questions since this thing had started between you- you seemed to value your privacy, hardly ever staying the night, not letting him come to your apartment, not coming out to any of the parties with the Vees that he invited you to. But he can’t deny the curiosity even as he knows he’ll never ask, that he’ll wait until you offer up the information on your own.

He tells himself he’s okay with the idea that that might never happen.

Vox is pulled out of his thoughts by the rumble of your voice against his chest, and when he looks down with a quirked eyebrow you roll your eyes. “Typical man,” you mutter, “not listening. I asked if I could stay the night.”

“Oh. Oh! Shit, yeah, doll, of course- I would hope you wouldn’t just up and run after giving me the best fucking of my afterlife,” he chuckles.

You shrug in his embrace. “You mean the only real fucking of your afterlife- so far, anyway.” He feels your lashes flutter against his chest, and when he looks down you have a sweet, pleading look in your eyes. “Think we could do it again?”

“Depends, are you gonna call me a slut every time?”

You smirk, the sensation of your mouth moving ticklish against his skin. “Only if you ask me to.” You’re quiet for a moment, then add, “you know, we don’t have to do the crazy kinky shit every time. We can do… you know, vanilla every once in a while. If you want.”

He smiles, knowing you can’t see him. “I can enjoy some vanilla every so often,” he tells you, and you relax imperceptibly in his hold. “But I’ll admit, I liked the teasing you put me through. Always making me discover new things about myself- and isn’t that the beauty of innovation and advancement?” 

“Ha, so you do keep me around for more than the wings and the mind blowing orgasms!”

He laughs and can feel your smile. “They’re a large contributing factor,” he says, “but I’m not so proud I can’t just admit I like having you around. I’d like to have you around more, if you want,” he adds, and while your muscles tense a bit you don’t pull away or freeze up in his arms. You don’t answer, but he figures no response is better than a bad one. You stay curled into his side and you both fall asleep, Vox making vague plans to get you into the shower with him to clean up when you’ve both awoken.

But when he wakes up you’re gone, no trace of you on the security cameras and a single black feather left on his sheets.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/55237840/chapters/143608657#workskin

#jfc what is wrong with me #vox fanfiction #vox smut #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin hotel #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #hazbin hotel #x reader #simp shit <3 #we peg the TV man

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HELLO‼️‼️ If you’re okay with it could u maybe write Tecchou with an s/o who tends to injure themselves on missions because they feel the need to “protect” him even if he is the strongest hunting dog😭😭 AHAKXBSBSKSSNSNJAJKS I don’t mind it if you write a oneshot or headcanons, i rlly don’t mind anything tbh (or just ignore this in general if you have no motivation/ideas for it)

I would do this because Tecchou is my pookie and I'm stupid as hell. Delusional, even.

The new chapter was terrible and I hope Tecchou stays alive. MY POOKIE MUST LIVE

Scenario: Getting injured while defending Tecchou (i guess this is angsty sorry its the mood im in)

You had fucked up. Big time.

Being a Hunting Dog meant that you were going to be injured. Also meant that you were going to fight while you were still healing those injuries.

It didn't matter. It never mattered.

This was what the job called for, and you were always going to have to just deal with it. That's what it meant when your body was never truly yours.

But you were stupid, and sometimes you would rather forget this part of yourself.

You weren't the strongest in your group - far from it. Nor were you the smartest.

Maybe the dumbest. Because right now, you were sure you had just killed yourself on the field. A stupid decision, really; it hurts to die. It hurts a lot, and you don't know why you didn't know that.

"Y/n."

"I'm sorry." What were you supposed to say? You died. Came back, but you had also died.

And now Tecchou seemed upset at you for it. His golden eyes were making holes through your skull, which was honestly a horrible feeling. He was usually easy to read when you knew his little quirks - the lines of his face, and how his body was almost always relaxed around the team.

Right now it was like he was on high alert. But also angry. His face hadn't changed, and it was making you scared.

"Y/n," He breathed in a breath so large it was as if he was breathing in slow motion. The only time he took his gaze away was to blink, and it was frightening how yellow his eyes really were. "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"I'm not stupid." Tecchou laid his sword out across his lap - hard to tell if he was relaxed or trying to intimidate you. Just his stance, the way he spread his large body out in the hospital bed so naturally had made you feel so small.

"I just don't know what you mean."

"Why did you die?"

"...Because I got stabbed in the neck?"

Tecchou's face looked as if you had farted at a funeral. It was almost an impossible feat to pull the look from the man, so you should really give yourself an award.

Unfortunately, he only gave you a few seconds to enjoy the look, as he wiped it away quickly, instead starting a staring contest with a poster on the wall.

You wanted to say something to make him feel better - you had died, so really, shouldn't you be celebrating the medical miracle? Plus, you did die to save him.

Why would he be upset?

Carefully, you pulled yourself up from your hospital bed, leaning closer to the chestnut-haired man and gave him your best smile. You felt a little gross, and you hoped he wouldn't mind - you hadn't gotten the chance to brush your teeth since your last battle, so you were sure you looked disgusting.

"Are you okay?" You felt almost weak saying that.

Of course he would be okay. He was Tecchou Suehiro, the strongest hunting dog. He was sitting in the chair, untouched, while you were bedridden and covered in new scars.

"I'm," His hand reached for your wrist, thumbing around to feel the bones that hid underneath your skin. His eyes said nothing, only staring at your skin as he prodded around. "You fucking died."

"Died for you."

The concept wasn't hard. It was so easy to say it, but Tecchou only stared at you, as if he had heard it again for the first time.

I would die for you.

Not a new concept for lovers, by any means. Although, maybe it meant a little more when you were both soldiers.

"I can protect you, Y/n."

Tecchou looked up at you, his amber eyes glassy. His hand grabbed your shoulder, a firm grip as he leaned in close enough to breathe in your air. You would have leaned away, but he had eaten something sweeter earlier and it lingered on his breath, making the interrogation bearable.

It was also impossible to look away, given that his face was beautiful underneath even the worst of hospital lighting.

"I want to protect you, Tecchou."

"But you died."

"That's our job."

He sighed, leaning his body against the bed. You were trapped, and there was no way to escape him. Tecchou had practically started to steal your breaths as they came out of your mouth, the conversation continuing as normal.

"I would rather it be me than you."

One of his hands reached up to brush your hair out of your face, taking his time as his fingers reached a knot and gently brushing through it. He took his fingers and played with hair like this, slowly dragging them across your scalp.

"That's depressing. We can't both die."

You tried your best to laugh, despite the stitches along your throat. The best you could do was a smile, which Tecchou returned with mercy.

It wasn't funny, but neither was dying.

this probably should be longer but like yolo. i could dapple in a pt 2 where it just nsfw or something I've thought about it before ngl

#also why do i always change formats ? #i figure grammar rules dont apply on tumblr fanfic but now im like maybe they doooooo #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #tecchou x reader #bsd x y/n #tecchou x y/n #tecchou suehiro x reader #tetcho x reader