#need to play some more but i like to savor the game like a good book teehee

[blindtigerart]

Revachols Finest Police on the Case

#i be trying painting and lighting stuff🙈🙈 #disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #they’re my goofy little fellas truly #i love kim so much he just lets you do weird shit because he’s a weirdo too #need to play some more but i like to savor the game like a good book teehee

[wttcsms]

i wanna brag about it (i wanna tie the knot) ; choso.

pairing choso x f!reader word count 2.6k synopsis overworked, stressed, and in need of relief, choso comes home to the sight of you looking all pretty and sweet. it's been a long time coming, and tonight is the night where choso finally gives in to his deepest desire: fucking a baby into you. content contains babysitter!au (babysitter!reader), ceo!choso, half-brothers!choso & yuuji, toddler!yuuji, implied age gap, breeding kink, obsessive + possessive!choso, housewife kink, misogynistic ideals, wet n messy, size kink, belly bulge, bro is literally so in love with you and dreams abt starting a family with you

Choso could use a drink right about now.

He’s rummaging through his fridge, more than happy to grab one of the many bottles in the back (he doesn’t want Yuuji accidentally grabbing one by accident — not that it would happen, thanks to your supervision), but he startles away from the fridge when a voice fills the silence of the kitchen.

“Late night?” You tease, giving him that sweet smile of yours that has the stresses from today lifting from his body, easing the weight on his otherwise tense shoulders. 

Fuck. 

Proof that today was a major shitshow is evident in the fact that Choso has forgotten all about you. Staring at your body clad in nothing more than one of those skimpy cropped-cami-and-boyshorts matching sets you always favor, he finds it hard to believe that he could ever forget about you. The refrigerator light bathes you, envelopes you, casts a warm glow on your soft skin and makes it look like you’re an angel radiating some bright aura. A subtle glance at your entire body allows him a glimpse of two, tiny peaks poking through the thin material of your top. You like keeping the house cold. He swallows hard, finding the willpower to focus on your face.

Not like staring at your face is enough to stop his cock from twitching in his work trousers. In fact, he probably gets even harder looking at you, especially when he can tell you’ve probably just finished your very sacred and meticulous nighttime skincare routine, your face glowing. Seeing you all clean and fresh, savoring the domesticity of you washing your face in the same bathroom he brushes his teeth in, salivating over the way you look standing in his kitchen (it could be yours, too, if you would let him give you everything he wants to) wearing nothing but your pajamas — it all makes his hindbrain want to take over. He’s spent the last fourteen hours stuffed in a boardroom or his office, and your simple existence is enough to soothe his soul and send him spiraling, all at the same time.

Choso could really, really use a drink right about now.

“Sorry, I meant to call to tell you—”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smile at him goodnaturedly, like you’re not still in college with much better things to do on a Friday night than wait for him to come home. 

He should be thankful that you’re so sweet to him, but just the idea that you did have plans tonight makes a hot coil of jealousy tighten in his stomach. 

Choso knows that he shouldn’t be feeling this way; he shouldn’t even notice you as much as he does. It starts out with the little things, first, like making sure his assistant gets your favorite snacks restocked during his usual weekly grocery delivery. He asks you about your schoolwork, and then finds himself filing away people he knows in your major’s industry. It’s good to have connections, he tells you, giving you the number to a good business acquaintance of his who’s looking for an intern in the near future. And of course, he’s hyper aware of the fact that you are a very beautiful girl. Unfairly so, with the curve of your lips and the slope of your nose; every time he sees you, he plays a game with himself. Tries to notice something new about you, a beauty mark, a new haircut. If he had the time, he’d probably try to get an exact count of your eyelashes. 

And now, he’s noticing too much of you. The way the fabric of your tiny matching set seems to accentuate every aspect of your body. How he can smell the sweet scent of your body wash and lotion. The way you’re staring at him, so innocently, completely unaware of the lewd thoughts that run rampant in his mind every time you have him cornered like this. 

Some nights, it’s almost too much to bear. 

It’s been a tough day, though. Week. Month. Endless meetings, negotiations that never result in any firm solutions, just more addendums to contracts. He hasn’t seen much of anything besides his office and the boardroom; what’s the point of having an office with a skyline view if he’s too busy staring at spreadsheets and emails to even enjoy it? 

Tonight, Choso realizes, is the night where he snaps. 

He says your name in such a low register, you almost don’t pick up on it. You’re in the middle of telling him a cute story about what Yuuji did during recess with his pre-k class, but you pause.

Maybe it’s all in your head, but it feels like something in the air has shifted. The way your tummy’s butterflies seem to be in overdrive is only proof of this. 

You’re used to the perpetual tension between you and Choso. Filthy rich, successful, always in a nice, tailored suit — looking purely on the outside, who wouldn’t want to get fucked by him? The more time you spend with him, the more time you fill the role of mother over just babysitter for little Yuuji, which gives way to deeper observation of Choso. He works incredibly long hours, but still has time to stay updated on all of Yuuji’s comings and goings, accomplishments and awards. He doesn’t have to; it’s not like he’s obligated. After all, Yuuji is his half-brother, a byproduct of his father’s mistress. He didn’t have to take him in, love him with his entire being, but he does, and this makes you fall for him only more. 

Then, there’s the fact of how he makes you feel. Every time his hands will brush gently against yours, innocently and so quickly, you swear you’re being electrified. The way he says your name, the way he tells you anything, in that low voice of his is enough to get you squeezing your thighs together. But most of all, it’s the way he looks at you. At first, you thought it was because of your crush, but the longer you work for him, the more you realize that Choso will occasionally stare at you when he thinks you won’t notice. 

But how could you not? How could you not detect the feel of his dark eyes scanning your figure, taking in your features? How could you not detect the way his eyes will darken over in lust when he watches you lick sweet cream off your fingers from an explosive can of whipped cream? How could you not catch the barest trace of a smile as he watches you interact with Yuuji at a park, willing to get your hands dirty to appease the toddler while Choso watches over the two of you from his seat on the bench? 

How could you not fall deeper and deeper into his spell when the threads of lust continue to spool, tightening over your body, practically choking you with desire. 

You don’t even realize how big Choso is until he’s standing so close to you, towering over you. So much bigger than you to the point where if you look straight ahead, all you can see is the rise and fall of his chest through his white button down (the one you ironed for him this morning). 

His hands curl into fists, like he’s restraining himself. “Tell me now,” he breathes out, words coming out tight, like speaking to you civilly is proving to be a strenuous task for him. “Tell me that I shouldn’t fuck you tonight. That I can’t.”

Is he joking, or are you dreaming? You’re hyper aware of your breathing now, of the way you reflexively lick your lips, of the way your nipples are pressed taut against the thin, cotton fabric of your cami. You’re also way too aware of him, with the lustful expression in his eyes that give way to something more, as if this request of his means something more. Most men his age and in his powerful position have a wife or a girlfriend by now. As long as you’ve known him, Choso hasn’t been with anybody. 

The stress, the agitation, that annoying, persistent feeling of constantly being pent up — all of it has been building up inside of him. Whoever is going to be on the receiving end of it will be lucky if they’re able to walk the morning after.

“But you can.” You say softly, almost scared that this is some elaborate trick, a means to see if his brother’s babysitter is to be trusted. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

There’s something animalistic in the way he takes you. When he kisses you, it’s hungry. Open-mouthed. Sloppy. It would be invasive if you weren’t so eager to let him, to allow his tongue to hit the roof of your mouth, to swap saliva in the messiest manner possible.

But there’s something gentle there, too. The way his hands cup your face, or travel to rest on your waist. He’s sweet, taking his time to help you slip out of your pajamas, and sweeter still — he lets out an appreciative hum as he takes in the sight of you bare, naked in the kitchen. Fuck a drink, Choso thinks as he takes in your nude body. You’re the only stress relief he needs. 

He whispers the nastiest things to you as he gets you to sit on the kitchen island. He asks you to please spread your legs so he can see that pretty pussy of yours, and when you comply, he takes in a sharp breath before running a single, cold finger against your wet folds. He makes a crude, appreciative comment, asking you are you really this wet, baby? All of this because of me? For me? 

You can’t answer him, of course. Talking is hard when he’s using two fingers to fuck you open, get you ready to take his cock. He’s knuckles deep, and when he curls his fingers right there, the only thing you’re capable of saying is a squeal of his name. Your juices are pooling into a puddle on the counter, the same counter where you served him breakfast so many hours ago. 

He loves watching you. Choso could watch you every second for the rest of his life and still never get his fill of you. He only catches you during particularly chaste moments, moments where you’re humming in the kitchen or playing with Yuuji. He loves those scenes; it feeds the archaic, masculine ego inside of him that tells him he needs to make life easier for you. That you shouldn’t have to worry about school or work, about money or other frivolous things he has an abundance of. He wants to take care of you. 

Seeing the way you lose control of yourself from the work of his own hand has him getting unbearably hard in his work slacks. He loves watching you, and he knows he’s going to love watching you get all depraved and drunk on his cock. 

When Choso first tries to ease just the tip in, you have to curl your fingers over the edge of the counter, trying to steel yourself. With how wet and willing you are, it should be an easy enough task, but it’s made difficult by the fact that he’s just too thick. 

Tip red and angry, leaking with pre, wide — just the sight of Choso’s cock is enough to get you even wetter, more pliant for him, but even the first stretch still has you hissing. 

“S’okay, baby.” He groans, one hand on your waist, trying to steady you, keep you still so he can keep on pushing himself deeper. “You’re doing so good for me.” 

You certainly don’t feel like you’re doing much of anything. It’s hard, when you can’t stop your walls from clamping down on his cock, making it harder for him to move or even think. When he fully enters you, your mind is already too dizzy with pleasure to think straight. You think he says something, but you’re not sure what, and you try to focus on his words, you really do, but then he starts thrusting, and you think it’s powerful enough to tilt the axis of the earth. 

Oh, so this is what sex is supposed to feel like. He redefines everything you thought you knew about it. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, the way the slickness and heat of your pussy seems to keep motivating him to go harder, the way if you look down, you can spot a tiny bulge every time he hits as deep as he can go — all of this combined marks the height of pleasure for you.

“You’re so perfect.” He grunts out, relishing in the way you tighten up at his words. Your eyes are a bit glazed, almost like you’re struggling to focus on what’s in front of you. He doesn’t mind one bit. In fact, there’s pride settling inside his gut as he realizes that he’s the one fucking all the sense out of you. “Let’s do this every night, baby. Do you like the sound of that? Of being my stress relief?” 

He knows that you’re too far gone, too deep in the haze of pleasure, to process his words, to answer him. 

“I wanna fuck you forever, baby. Make you my pretty, little wife and have you waitin’ at home for me. How does that sound?”

He assumes when your pussy tightens up that that’s a yes. 

His hand finds your own, and he interlinks your fingers together. He might be fucking you all messy on the kitchen counter, but he still holds an overwhelming amount of affection for you. Of course he would want to hold your hand. 

He traces your ring finger, feels the familiar sensation of his release building up. So close, he thinks to himself. He’s so close to getting everything he wants.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum right. In. Your. Fucking. Pussy.” Each word is emphasized with a particularly hard thrust, and this — him saying that — is what your sex-addled mind registers. You’re vaguely aware that this could be a bad idea, but you’re too addicted to chasing after your high that you don’t put a stop to it. “Gonna give you a baby.”

“Please.” You moan out, the word coming out ragged and strained. Speaking is difficult, so so difficult. He’s happy to hear your beautiful voice, nonetheless.

“Atta girl. I knew you would understand.” 

As if confirming to him that the two of you are meant to be, you both cum at the same time. You feel weightless and drowsy, too out of it to even process how sloppy and wet the mess in between your legs is right now. If Choso pulls out, his cum and your juices would make the counter even more slippery. 

But Choso doesn’t pull out. His cock stays nestled in your wet heat, and he admires your fucked out form. You look a bit different from the fresh and clean girl who greeted him when he came home, but that’s okay. He loves you for you, every iteration you have to offer. He’ll carry you to the bedroom, where he can fuck you nicely, sweetly. Maybe he’ll try his hardest to not go too hard when he has you in a mating press. And after getting his fill of you, after the stresses of work disappear from his mind completely, then he’ll take you to the bathroom and get you all nice and clean. 

He’ll even be a gentleman, showcase what a great husband he’ll be, by letting you sleep in while he cooks the family breakfast.

#choso x reader #choso x you #jjk x reader #one shot #drabble #smut #jjk smut #choso smut #choso kamo x reader #jjk fanfiction

[luciaramosc]

⁎⁺˳✧༚ dancing with our hands tied

pairing: luke castellan x afab! reader

warnings: mdni, smut, oral (f!rec), kissing, making out, nudity, swearing

word count: 2.5k words

an: i have no excuse for this, i’m in my #thothours rn. also episode 7 of pjo absolutely ruined me in the best way possible

You should have known from the first exchange of hot kisses and hushed whispers that this was a dangerous game to play. Dancing on a tightrope with Luke Castellan was bound to bring more ruin than good, but you couldn’t give a damn; Not when his lips trailed along your neck and perked themselves on the tender flesh. Not when his hands held you dearly like a prayer. And especially not when he’s whimpering oh so sweet for you.

⁎⁺˳✧༚

Under the cascaded moon light, Luke’s fingers wrapped gently around your wrist, leading the two of you through the camp and toward your cabin. As he twisted the door knob open with his other hand, he uttered a mental “thank you” to your half-siblings for busying themselves at the camp bonfire tonight. Pushing the door opening, a smirk etched itself on his face when he saw your bed, all made up and ready to be messed up. “You shouldn’t have bothered, princess,” Luke muttered softly. “We’re just going to end up ruining it,” he said, peering down into your eyes.

A blaze filed your cheeks at his words, and you couldn’t deny the tension filling in your chest. “It’s not the first thing you’ve ruined,” the smirk evident in your voice as your warm eyes met his. A quiet chuckle hummed from his lips at your joke, a bemused smile gracing his face as he shook his head. He loosened his grip around your wrist before moving to shut the door behind you. The satisfying click of the lock echoed in the otherwise empty cabin, and it granted him all the courage he needed for the moment.

He moved away from the door, turning his head towards you and within an instant, your arms were thrown behind his head. Your lips crashed with his in a dizzying frenzy, savoring the taste of your lover. His hand sought their place on your waist, his thumbs brushing against the plush of your tummy. Your fingers carded themselves through his bouncy locks before trailing down to rest behind his neck. He pulled apart first before trailing gentle kisses down the expanse of your neck and collarbones, adjusting his hands to rest his palms on your hips.

“Missed me, princess?” he teased you, welcoming the feeling of your fingers tugging his strands. “Something like that,” you sighed out. The feeling of his lips and teeth teetering at your skin made your legs weak, but Luke’s warm grip wouldn’t even let you think of crumbling. His hands found their way to rest delicately on the supple curve of your ass, his mouth trailing underneath your orange cabin shirt to kiss a purple bruise on your skin.

The desperation pooling in your chest brought your hands down to grip his biceps, your whispered pants and whines were swallowed by his mouth. Luke made his way back up to connect his lips with yours, hungry to feel you consume all his senses. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted out, “Hated being away from you all day.” His lips bruised themselves trying to memorize the pattern of your rhythm. “Missed you so bad. Thought about sneaking you off for lunch. Maybe some dessert too.” He whispered between kisses, and his words made the delicate skin between your legs drool. He held your frame close to his as the two of you whisked your way to your bed, eyes fluttering open as you pulled away from his kiss.

His love struck gaze found your own as he laid you down on the bed, his body leaning above her own. “Is this okay, baby?” he whispered, gentle hands toying with the hem of your shirt. Your fingers pulled his chin down to bring your lips together for a brief peck. “Always, my love.” A soft smile illuminated his face as he began lifting the fabric over your skin. The cool air nipped at your flesh, but you couldn’t pay any mind as the warmth radiating off Luke’s frame harbored in your core.

You aided in removing your cover, lifting your arms above your head to pull your shirt off. Luke’s attention was brought to your chest, taking in the precious details of his girl. He took in the delicate bow resting in the middle of your bra, almost like a bow on top of a present made just for him. He took in the freckles decorating your breasts and how each cluster looked like a constellation, sun kisses painting your delicate skin. And he took in the faded memories of previous nights in your bed, a smug grin taking his features as he sees reminders of him on you.

“My eyes are up here, Castellan,” you joked, crossing your arms in a mock offense. Luke’s cheeks warmed up as he realized he got caught staring, blinking and shaking his head suddenly. “Sorry, baby, just couldn’t help myself,” he uttered an apology. “Not when my girl looks this good.” His words sent you quietly giggling, his breath tickling the expanse of your neck as he whispers in your ear. “Oh, aren’t you romantic?” you laughed out, the sarcasm heavy in your tone. His lips engaged with the skin on your chest with a smirk, leaving precious kisses and love bites for you to try to hide tomorrow morning. Your fingers run up his back, leaving scratches in their wake as they make their way to tangle in his curls.

Luke’s lips attached themselves to a tender spot on your neck, painting a beautiful mark that caused your back to arch into his touch. He grazed his thumb gently across the padded curves of your breasts, hands tracing from your rib cage to your back to unclip your bra. He threw the garment to sit next to your shirt, the pile by your desk growing by the minute. He palmed your breasts in his warm hands, and the friction rubbed your nipples so deliciously, making them perk up more in his touch.

His body travels down the expanse of your body, memorizing every inch of your body with his mouth. Luke settles his knees on the floor, his hands now squeezing the plush of your hips over your shorts. His thumbs fiddled with the loops of the denim before catching your eye and offering a sweet smile. “You’re so pretty like this, sweet girl,” he praised, running his hand up and down your thigh. She whined out at his touch, squeezing her thighs with a stroke of his hand. He moved to trail kisses down her tummy, making a sweet moan tumble out her lips as he got closer to where she needed him. “Luke, please touch me,” she moaned out.

She bucked her hips as she began to get impatient, her pussy soaked at Luke’s teasing. “Fuck, baby” she whispered out, desperation seeping through her tone. She knew what game Luke was playing at; the way he grazed his lips above her clothed core, ghosting his fingertips over the sensitive skin. As his lips continued to adorn her thighs with hickeys, she sat up on her elbows, bringing herself face to face with Luke. “Enough teasing, Castellan,” she huffed out. “Touch me or I’ll make myself cum tonight.” His eyes widen at her sudden command, the contrast between her soft whines and demanding tone giving him whiplash and a tighter tent in his pants. A smirk grazed his lips at her demeanor, and he knew that his game was working.

“Yes ma’am,” he muttered out with a sly grin, hands immediately reaching behind his head to pull off the orange cabin shirt he adorned. His arms moved above his head to rid himself of the shirt, his muscles riveting with each flexing move. Now, it had been your turn to stare, to admire the work of art settled on his knees for you. He turned his body to throw his shirt next to your desk chair, and when he turned back to face his girl, he was met with hungry lips catching his own. You poured your love for Luke into the kiss, the ache seeping deep within your bones. Your lips broke apart before moving down his neck, savoring the taste and warmth of your lover. “I love you, Luke,” you breathed out between kisses. “You’re so pretty like this, baby.” He whined out at your touch and your words, his senses overwhelmed by the pure adoration you were pouring out for him.

His fingers dug themselves into the fat of your hips, holding onto you like a lifeline. His eyes screwed shut for a moment as he felt your mouth making its claim on his skin. Within an instant, your lips were back on his in a dizzying frenzy of lust and love. He pulled apart and held your chin, his eyes shifting between your swollen lips and your warm eyes. He pushed your body back down onto the mattress, his hands holding onto your hips so dearly.

He toyed with the button of your shorts, admiring the way the denim curved around your plush thighs. He looked back up at you through his lashes, catching a glimpse of your annoyed face. “Luke…” you had warned, but you both knew who was in control here. He smiled before moving his fingers to unbutton and unzip your shorts, sliding the fabric down your legs. He turned to throw the fabric toward the ever growing pile before eyeing a precious little bow on your panties, noticing how it unintentionally matched your bra.

“What is this, princess? ‘Got a present wrapped up for me?” He fiddled with the bow, grazing his finger right above your core. His hot breath fanned right above your aching pussy, and his hold on your thighs was too intoxicating. “Just for you, my love,” you whispered through shuddered breaths. Luke smirked at the thought of you being his and his only, and the thought only sent his mind into a frenzy.

His fingers grabbed the fabric resting on your hips before pulling down your panties, leaving you entirely vulnerable to his touch. He gently rubbed his thumb above your hip bones, reassuring you once he heard your breath pick up. “It’s okay baby, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, pressing kisses on the insides of your thighs. He took it upon himself to tease the skin there, leaving soft love bites for you to find in the morning. “I wanna make my girl feel good tonight,” he hummed out before pressing a kiss right above your core. You let out a whine, the desperate desire to feel his mouth on your pussy drove deep into your bones.

Within an instant, his tongue met her cunt, pushing its way inside her folds. The languid movement of his mouth against her left her breathless, his tongue fueling the fire in her belly.

He latched onto the taste of her, desperate to taste all of her. “Oh, fuck, Luke!” You breathed out between pants, the pleasure becoming dizzying. It became messy, but neither of you would complain. Your slick decorated his chin as his mouth moved diligently, trying to consume your nectar entirely. He threw your thighs above his shoulders, pressing your cunt ever closer to his face.

He lapped at you as if you were the only thing worth living for, drinking you up like his only lifeline. Given the proximity, it was no surprise his nose fumbled its way on your clit, but you couldn’t say you weren’t pleasantly surprised with the added feeling. The stimulation had become too much yet not enough all at once. The friction on your clit and in your folds send your mind into a fuzzy haze, drunk off the pleasure your lover was giving you. Your fingers shot straight to Luke’s curls, tugging on the strands. Luke moved his lips to attached onto your clit, and each scratch of his scalp sent him reeling, moaning around your bundled nerves. He shook his head in between your thighs, creating such a delicious feeling, it brimmed tears in your eyes. “Luke, please!” You cried out for more, desperation seeping out your core as Luke’s mouth kept you steady towards your first orgasm of the night.

It only took a few more flicks of his tongue on your clit to have the walls begin crumbling. You closed your legs around his head, locking him entirely on your cunt. His mouth trailed within your folds and his nose returned to rub on your clit. His mouth began writing symphonies in your pussy as your whines got increasingly louder, the sound a hymn to his ears as he knew you were close. He moved one of his hands to play with your eases nipple while the other gripped onto your hip so deeply, it was bound to leave a bruise in its wake.

With a few more strokes of his tongue on your pussy, your breathing had become desperate pants of air as you screwed your eyes shut. “Fuck, Luke, I’m coming,” you panted out. “I’m coming… I’m-“ And in that instant, your walls came crashing down. Your ears began ringing as blood rushed into your head, and you squeezed your thighs around Luke’s head. A throaty moan tumbled out your lips as you held tightly onto Luke’s locks, his tongue continuing its assault on your core. He was no longer doing this solely to please you, but to also satiate the lustrous hunger he had. The stimulation had become too much to bear, and tears began to fall down your pretty cheeks. “Luke, ‘s too much, I can’t,” you mumbled out in your fuzzy state. Your slick kept oozing out of your pussy, and Luke only took it as a challenge to drink you dry. It wasn’t until you tugged his curls, urging him away from your core, that he pulled away;

He moved his head back to catch a breath, eyes capturing the perfect glimpse of you in this new position: head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, back arched, and pussy clenching for something inside. “Good girl, baby. You did so good for me.” As your legs still rested above his shoulders, he took the opportunity to decorate your thighs with more kisses and love bites, filling the skin with more reminders of his love. He trailed his kisses down to your knees before standing up and making his way next to you.

He nuzzled you against him on the mattress, curling you deeply into his chest. You pressed your warm cheek against his chest as you caught your breath, focusing your hearing to his steady heartbeat. “Thank you, baby. You really didn’t have to, but I appreciate you taking care of me.” She turned her head up towards her boyfriend, her lips grazing the column of his neck. He tilted his head down to meet her lips, sharing the taste of her on his lips. She moved her hand to hold his chin, but the proximity hadn’t been enough for the two of them (It never was.) She moved one leg to straddle over his lap, pressing her lips roughly against his.

“Already wanting round 2?” Luke pressed between kisses, smirking against her lips.

“Oh, don’t act surprised, Castellan.”

#luke castellan x reader #luke pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #luke castellan #luke castellan fluff #luke x reader #luke.txt #luke castellan smut #i need him biblically #i also need to touch grass! #and go to sleep #pjo tv show #pjo fluff

[yoru-no-seiiki]

DOG BLOOD （狗血）

YANDERE! PROTAGONIST x SADISTIC! LOVE INTEREST! READER

tw/cw: everyone’s gender is up to interpretation. dddne, yandere themes, violence, suggestive content

but what if you were never the villain, but a love interest.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN FROM ALL MY POSTS!! LEAVE OR I WILL BLOCK!!

CASSIEL was a bored, lonely person. Through countless of timelines and people they’ve been with, none have piqued their interest in the slightest.

Even you.

But as a love interest, it was your job to keep them well — interested. Engaged. Entertained by the thought of romancing you.

But they never did.

They always ended up completing the game without touching a single person. Not any of the romancable options nor even the concubines offered to them in their conquests. A solitary existence.

You could only smile as a façade to hide your frustrations, as in some timelines they saw it fit to kill you.

“You . . . “

Your lines were as followed,

‘You can use me however you’d like.’

You said it at least a hundred times now. Your diction, tone, gestures were always perfectly replicated. It was the one line you could say that didn’t result in a horrific torture and death.

But this time, you felt nothing. Fear left you long ago. What was the point of being careful when you knew every outcome of every action and decision?

“You’re bored are you not?”

Cassiel’s head swiveled so quickly you were almost worried it would come right off.

You did the same thing you always did. You climbed their lap. Your hand around atop shoulders. Your face next to their ear.

In many other lifetimes, it’d end with them shoving you off. Maybe even, breaking your legs before outright killing you.

And yet this time it was as different. Stiff.

Your pointer finger grazes across their jaw, to their lips, and then their nose bride as you studied their beautifully crafted features. The protagonist was the Gods’ favorite after all, you never truly had the opportunity to savor that perfectly sculpted face.

“Lie down, be good, and we can have some fun. Shall we, your highness?”

The night was long. The two of you were inexperienced, but you weren’t about to let go of such an opportunity — your stamina be damned.

Adrenaline carried you throughout the night. Their highness’s wet eyelashes and swollen lips were another point of motivation. As they came undone underneath you several times, it all ended when curiosity took hold of you once more and your hands reached their throat.

And you squeezed. Wrenched all the air out of their throat.

Finally, a familiar sight greets you as the world collapses. Because what would it be without its protagonist?

[ RESET COMPLETE : BEGINNING CONSCIOUSNESS UPLOAD ]

You awoke again, back to the same place and time. Your eyes flicked to your hands.

Your heart fluttered.

You reached climax after climax with the royal. The protagonist you sought after for what felt like hundreds and thousands of years.

But nothing felt better than the moment you ended their life instead. The power you felt. You were utterly drunk on it.

In any case, after that event, you slowly began realized how soft the protagonist truly was. The conqueror of the world melted like a puddle when you took the charge, and almost evaporated when you’d coddle or pamper them afterwards.

You also slowly began to realize how much more you needed to get that high once more. Simply killing them wasn’t enough. You wanted them to feel betrayed. You wanted them to scream in horror once you flayed them alive. You wanted them to cry out in fear when you’d chase them down and re-create those times when they’d torture you.

But then, you would catch a smile here and there. In moments where it wasn’t supposed to exist. Cassiel moaning during the times you’d cut open his arms in an attempt to study their body’s anatomy better wasn’t something the pleased you at all. It took away the pleasure of your hobby. The joy you’d receive when you had them to play within your hands. The ecstasy of being the one to bring about pain to your torturer’s favorite.

“Stop making sounds you’re distracting me.”

“My . . . hah . . . apologies. It just feels . . . amazing.”

You paused. Your movements frozen as your mind processed what they just said.

Tch. Turn-off.

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[inklore]

down on luck.

premise: you win a bet that eddie is more than happy to lose.

pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: eighteen+ content, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, illusions to sex, barest amount of dirty talk.

etc: just a disclaimer i only know the bare minimum of d&d therefore there’s the bare minimum of mentioning of it in here, which means if i got the verbiage wrong pretend you didn’t see it ok thanks lmao.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

His hair is always softer than it looks; like strands of silk running through your fingers, tickling the insides of your thighs, falling around you when his body is pressed to yours, even when it’s sweat slicked and stuck to his forehead. His hair was perfect, even with a lackluster shampooing routine. It had been one of the first things you had noticed about him, his hair. The second was how perfect his smile was. A grin so contagious that even if what was coming out of those sweetly spread lips was foolery or theaterics. He had the perfect sense of tone. The countless times you had seen him perform with his band, or watched him strum his guitar at the end of his bed mindlessly, proving so.

You know you could fill a whole notepad with all of the perfections you thought he had. To some they’d seem like moot examples, only added to the list due to your deep affections for the outcast. But it wouldn’t make them any less true. Eddie was more than the surface leveled nerdy reject the town had labeled him as.

If your mind wasn’t completely fuddled right now, your brain trying to remind you to breathe, to slow the movements of your hips, to savor what you’ve earned; comprehension would be there. But lust and anatomy—and the silk of Eddie’s hair between your fingers as you pull it softly, his lips wrapped around your clit as his fingers pressed up inside of you, the cool feel of his rings on your wet folds a welcome relief from the heat that’s burning you from the outside in.

If comprehension was there: this, the way he’s fucking you with his fingers and his tongue rolling along your clit in that perfect pattern, would be at the top of his list of perfections.

You can feel the stabbing of a game piece digging into the back of your skull as it presses onto the table, your head thrown back, a string of moans spewing from your lungs to fill the air. You hadn’t expected the night to play out like this. Had more than expected the roles to be reversed. Having rarely earned bragging rights to winning any of the cheeky bets the two of you would place against each other—tonight’s being: the loser of the campaign gives the winner head. A bet you were fully ready, and happily, willing to lose. Expecting to have grooves from the hard floor lingering on the skin of your knees for the rest of the night, as you swallowed Eddie's cock.

You didn’t need an excuse to smile around his girth as you watched him wither and beg to come in your mouth. So losing would have been just as pleasing as a win. But when the dice had been rolled and you had won, the slow up turn of a smirk on his lips, and the rush to get the guys to leave faster than normal; all but throwing you onto your back on the table, hooking his arms around your thighs to pull your ass forward so it hung off of the edge, his knees already bending to meet the floor to pull your panties to the side and move his head between your legs—your surprise at your victory settling in at the same time his tongue lapped over your folds.

Losing was more your forte, but with how good Eddie’s mouth felt right now, with the small vibrations against your clit each time your back bowed and a curse fell from your lips as you pulled his hair; you’re thanking whatever D&D gods were on your side tonight.

It’s almost suspicious how easily you had won. How there was no banter, no teasing, no playful showmanship of being a poor sport that usually came with him losing, or winning. There had been little surprise on his face when the die landed in your favor, the other boys hooting and hollering; and he was uncharacteristicly silent.

Licking your lips, pulling your head from the table—and away from the game piece shockingly not imbedded into your skull—you try to keep your eyes open, try to look down at him, try to gear yourself up to form words, to speak, to ignore his tongue and fingers for one damn second so you can comprehend a single action that wasn’t rolling your hips into his mouth.

"Did you lose on purpose?"

There’s a loud sucking noise that fills the air as he pulls off of your clit and a smile spreads across his wet lips, his eyes meeting yours. "Me? Cheat?” He makes a face, one that reads I'm appalled you would even ask such a thing. But there’s amusement in it—and he’s still fingering you, still has two fingers fucking into you, the sounds of the wet squelch of your pussy around them enough to make your cheeks burn and your lids waver to stay open. “What a scandalous accusation,” he teases. You would believe him, as serious as he takes this game, his campaigns, but there’s a glint of mischief in his eye. Something that’s telling you his words are anything but the truth.

And with his eyes still upturned towards you his tongue dips in between your wetness, runs the flat of it from your opening to your clit. Your wetness gathering on his taste buds, coating them in such a filthy way that it has your legs shaking. “It would be unjust of me to rig the game in your favor, all so I could have an excuse to eat this pretty pussy and have you coming on my tongue.” He presses a soft kiss to your mound, “doesn’t sound like something I would do.”

“Eddie, you–“ a gasp replaces your argument. The scold dies in your lungs and is quickly forgotten when the wet heat of his swollen lips wrap around your clit once more. The suction singes your nerve endings, your lower belly burning, sinking sinking sinking until that nipping feeling of being close to coming is at your heels. The back of your head finding the table again as your back arches, your hips rolling steadily at the same time his fingers pull out and fuck back into you. Everything in perfect rhythm. Every service of your outsides burning through to the inside with a pleasure that feels so fucking good.

Your wrist hurts from all the tugging and twitching your hand keeps doing, there’s going to be a raw inprint of the table etched on your ass when you stand you’re sure. The thought of traces of your wetness getting on the game board an afterthought—should make you feel some type of way, self conscious? Annoyed that things will have to be replaced? Perhaps. But all it does is make you wetter, makes you whimper and tremble at knowing that Eddie doesn’t care.

He could have waited until all the pieces were picked up and packed away. Could have waited until you were in his bed and his stereo was drowning out your moans so the neighbors couldn’t hear.

But he didn’t. He wanted you right here and now, no waiting, no hesitation, no worry about the arousal running down your asscheeks and potiently ruining the board. Or a bat of an eye when the others had given him weird looks when he pushed them out of the door. Clarity honing in on the fact that he had gone as far as rigging the game—something you try to be at least a little annoyed with—so he could get you like this, so he could push your skirt up and lose himself in the taste of you.

“Fuck,” you loved him.

His fingers crook up at just the right angle, touching just the right spot, intune with the rotation of his tongue, a combination that leaves you breathless. Your thighs closing in on his head, that burn in your belly turning into something scalding and over sensitive as you come on his tongue. A chorus of swears and his name panted out of you. The soft muffled groan of “that’s it” between your thighs as languid sucks, and licks from his mouth coax you through it, enough to make your body jerk and tremble.

Even once his mouth has left you, there’s still heat from him down there. Hot puffs of air on your still scorching skin as you come down. The gentle clenching of your cunt around his fingers that are still slowly moving inside your sensitive walls, making you ache for something thicker.

That was the thing with fucking Eddie. It was never just once; once a day, once a night. He was never satisfied with making you come only once. Always pulled you back into his bed when you were leaving, rolling on top of you to convince you to stay with his mouth pressed to your lips, vows of love and pleasurable torment against them, and his cock growing hard between your legs; your determination to leave his trailer, and his bed, losing its fire when a different blaze starts up when he slips inside of you. A wince of swollen pleasure from being fucked earlier that night swallowed down by his tongue in your mouth.

You guess tonight was the night of role reversals, because even as your breathing goes back to normal. As your heart stops pounding and your cheeks cool; as he rights your underwear and stands from the floor, there’s still that ache to be filled as you sit up—a pitter patter in your stomach relighting those embers of desire when you look down and see the bulge in his jeans.

Eddie grins at you, moves between your open legs to lean down and cup your cheeks in his palms. All you can taste when he kisses you is your arousal, the sweet slick of you on him. It’s that, and the heat of his body now touching the parts of you he hadn’t earlier, the parts that craved for his palms to reach up and cup, squeeze, flick. Making you crave him—again, more.

Your fingers come to the top of his jeans, having done this blindly enough in dark rooms, cars, and forests that you know where the buttons are. Know how to have them unbuttoned and your hand pushing into his boxers in no time.

Your palm feels cold against his throbbing cock. Your fingers moving along the protruding veins as you try to jerk him off as best as you can within the tight material. A low hiss breathed against your lips.

"You’re going against the rules." His chuckle is low and lacking authority. Pushing down the top of his jeans just enough to pull his cock free, to finally wrap your palm around his girth without struggle, you grin up at him.

“Fuck the rules. I want you.”

Eddie’s lips quirk up, runs his fingers down to your chin to play with your bottom lip. A fleeting touch that has you leaning into his hand before it’s gone, and moving across your hand that’s loosely wrapped around his cock. His fingers wrapping around yours, his other hand moving your skirt back up your thighs. The cool air on your still soaked lips as your underwear gets pushed to the side again, sending a shiver up your spine—that turns into a tremor when the tip of his cock moves between the wetness. “Never pleased is she? Always wanting more of me.”

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[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Control 18+ Ft: Shuji Hanma, Taiju Shiba, & Ran Haitani WC:1400+ Resident: @enchantedforest-network Synopsis: You belong to them and they have to remind you that when you start to act out. They will put you in your place and you won't fight them doing so. (I wouldn't fight them not one bit 💀) TW: Masturbation (F! reader receiving), Morally Grey Men, Possessive Behavior, Choking, fingering, finger sucking, pet names (baby girl, brat), slight stalking, degrading names (slut), calling them daddy, strong language, dominating trait from the three men, jealousy, you belong to them.

Hanma

“Tsk tsk like I told you to keep your legs open for me.” Hanma cooed in your ear. Your back pressed against his chest.

Your panties were tossed on the floor. Your legs spread slightly open. The way his fingers brush between your slits causes you to squirm uncontrollably. Hanma leaned over your shoulder, his golden eyes gazing at his tattooed hand between your legs. “Just the slightest touch is making you quiver this much?” the cocky tone left his devilish lips as he could feel your juices on the tips of his fingers. 

The way he did it was always a teasing matter, he knew it drove you crazy. “Stop teasing me so much.” biting back the moans as your eyes closed savoring this sinful touch his fingers could do to you. It was hard to separate yourself from him, he came and went when he felt like it. The consistency was never there when you really needed him. You said to yourself you were finally done putting up with his bullshit and mind games. You even questioned your own sanity wondering if he even loved you? If he did… he had a strange way of showing it to you. When you decided to go out with someone different you wouldn’t have guessed he followed you and your company the entire evening. 

Your company wouldn’t even make it into your apartment when Hanma finally had enough of what he liked to call the ‘little game’ you were playing. The poor guy didn’t know what hit him (literally). Hanma with a look in his eyes you could describe them as dangerous and yet sexy, almost making you want to get on your knees in front of him ready to take your punishment. 

 You were putty in the palm of Hanma’s hands and you hated how vulnerable he could make you feel and yet you wanted him to touch you more. Just like a drug, you couldn’t get enough. 

 “Just remember I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.” his fingers pushing more between your slits “Your pretty little cunt is mines and mines only. You thought I was kidding when I said no one else could touch you?” his long slender fingers sliding into your moisten cunt feeling the warmth of your walls. “See I can’t leave you alone for a few days without you acting like such a little slut….You disappointed me.”

“I’m-I’m sorry.” you whimpered as his fingers were pumping in and out of you. His fingers are getting nice and coated with your sweet nectar. “Oh fuck please don’t stop.”

“And if I do? How badly do you want it, my little slut?” 

“Bad Shuji baby~~” you whimpered.

“Tell me who you belong to?” The possessive tone was making its appearance in his voice. He added another finger into your warm little cunt.

“Shuji Hanma~~~” tossing your head back slightly against the lanky man.

Taiju 

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Taiju watched you avoid direct eye contact. “We are not done talking.”

“I’m done talking.” You shot him a quick look and began walking to the shared room. You began undoing the expensive dress he bought you just a few days ago for this special event. Where he was sitting, he clicked his tongue and began rolling up his sleeves getting up from his seat following you to the bedroom. 

‘god damn brat.’ Taiju being the observant man a few hours prior the dress looked great on you but he noticed some more unwanted looks. Even Taiju overheard a conversation about you and your dress with a few men he knew. He fucking hated how they were speaking about you. He just wanted to rip their throats out. It took every inch of him to control himself and not make a spectator of himself just like he did when he was younger. You were enjoying yourself but it was being cut short by him. When you asked him he didn’t give you an answer but simply moved you towards the exit. It frustrated you because he wouldn’t even tell you the reason and that's when you became more sassy with him. You weren’t going to look at him. 

It wouldn’t take long for you to hear his footsteps enter your bedroom. The dress slides down your frame as you reach for your silk robe placing it on. “Like I said we are not done talking you damn brat.”

“And I say we are.” you picked up the dress and placed it on the back of the chair. 

It was driving him crazy that you wouldn’t look at him. The large structure man walks towards you. In a quick motion, you were pinned between him and the wall. His large hand pinning both of your hands above your head. Still avoiding to look at him “Even pinning your hands above your head you still can’t look at me.” his large hand was around your neck applying enough pressure to get your attention. “Apparently, I need to wrap my hand around that pretty neck of yours to have you look at me like a good girl.”  Taiju's eyes focused on yours as they traveled to his hand around your neck. He felt his growing bulge forming in his pants. “Look what you do to me. Getting me all worked up..” his voice was low raspy the hint of his bourbon mixed with the cigarette he was smoking lingered on his breath. 

“Now… Are you going to listen to me when I tell you to do something?” he asked you. You didn’t argue as you nodded. “I can't hear you.” the slightly taunting in his voice. 

“Yes daddy.” your eyes are still on his.

“Good girl… Now get on your knees for me and show Daddy how much you love him.”

Ran

Sitting on his lap, it was becoming more apparent he was looking at your left hand more. His fingers seem to play with the ringless ring finger. Ran began picturing what kind of ring he was planning on placing on your finger. “Something on your mind Ran?” Looking at the violet eye lover. His eyes drifted from your ring finger to your doe-eyed expression. “Thinking about what kind of ring will look good on your finger baby girl. I think it’s been long overdue and I want to get it now.” 

You cocked your brow at him “Really now?” with a playful smirk “What makes you think I will wear it now?”

“As my future wife, it will be suitable. You would want to wear the ring your future husband bought now wouldn’t you?” Your fingers combed through his soft smooth short hair. “If I don't?” 

“You will, I will make sure of it.” He reached for your fingers intertwining them with his. Sliding you off his lap onto the couch, his hand still intertwined with yours. You were sliding lower onto the couch as he was hovering over you. “You and I both know well if I place a collar around your neck you wouldn’t remove it or just like when you ride my face until you cum. No one is capable of taking you from me either.”  

He had you right there. No doubt in his mind and he was right you wouldn’t decline anything he wanted to do. He would be able to convince you to walk down the street in lingerie if he wanted to. He had this sort of power over you and it always made you cave in. “I get it, Ran. You know I’m teasing Ran.” you playfully said, “I’m yours.”

Other than the three words he loved hearing, he also loved those two words  “Say it again baby girl.” Lowering his head lower towards your lips lightly brushing against yours. The light touch of his light sent a tingling sensation throughout your body.  

“I’m yours.”  You lifted your head slightly as your lips pressed against his. 

“That’s my girl~” Ran smoothly said to you. Ran freed his hand from yours, his index finger brushing against your bottom lip. The tip of your tongue lightly brushes against the tip of his finger. With no asking from him, your lips began sucking on his finger. “I bet you would be sucking me off so good just like always a baby girl. Seeing those pouty lips around my cock how you take me inch by inch.” he continued to watch you suck on his finger.

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[hisui-dreamer]

cook your way to your man's heart!

Characters: Deuce, Ruggie, Jade, Malleus

Synopsis: In which you decide to cook your guy's favourite food to condition them into liking you. Don't underestimate a person in love!

Tags: fluff, crack, reader is good at cooking, food is used as bribery, bot proofread

Word count: 766

Notes: inspired by this post

Disclaimer: this post is entirely light-hearted and as a PSA, please do not manipulate people.

Masterlist

this man adores you to bits

house-spouse material!!

every time he's so curious to see what you made for him

is it an egg sandwich? a quiche? an omelette? egg rolls?

he'll happily eat all of it, he loves your food!

refuses to share with anyone else unless it’s you

he finds you so endearing and he really appreciates the gesture

he would offer to cook with you or help you wash the dishes

before he knows it, he wants to always be close to you

walks you to school every morning, saves you a seat at lunch, etc.

when you tell him you made him food bc you liked him, he’ll be ecstatic

you put in all that effort for him?? that’s so sweet of you!

he wants to introduce you to his mom and see you two working in the kitchen together, his two most favourite people in the world

"Prefect, thank you so much for making me food!" Deuce says heartily. "Everything tastes amazing, you're so talented! I'm so happy to eat your cooking!"

oh he falls for it so bad

house-spouse material no.2!!

while he's careful with trusting people, he can't deny seeing you makes him so happy and he just can't resist the food

every time he sees you his tail is shaking in excitement

he has half a mind to wonder where you're getting the expenses from to keep making food for him

but hey how could he ever resist donuts?

he's so flattered and wants to repay you somehow

finds more opportunities to spend time with you in his busy schedule

works extra hard to earn thaumarks and get you some gifts

also he's always there for you if you need help

by the time he realises, he's head over heels in love with you

he can't say he minds, you're such a lovely person and you come with great food!

"Wow Prefect, are you trying to bribe me with donuts? I'm not that easy, ya know. Shishishi!" Ruggie laughs, his lips coated in chocolate. "But I gotta say, these donuts are awesome. You really know how to make a guy feel special. Thanks a ton, you're the best," he beams.

he's cautious when you start giving him food withouta good reason

he knows what you're up to fast

what else would you expect from a master manipulator like himself?

he'll play along though, only to enjoy your cooking

he does appreciate the effort you're putting in to make him happy by preparing his favorite food

even though he knows, he still finds himself looking forward to seeing what new dish you might bring

would it be octopus carpaccio? a toasted mushroom and egg sandwich?

he loves everything you make for him

eventually he'll find himself in love with you, but only willfully

by that point he'll start teasing you and play around with your expectations to keep you on your toes

truly a match made in heaven, two scheming dorks in love

but hey, all's fair in the game of love

"Why thank you, Prefect. Your thoughtfulness is truly appreciated," Jade says as he savors another bite. "This octopus carpaccio is quite exquisite. Perhaps you'd be kind enough to impart some of your culinary secrets to me? I would love learning from such a skilled cook." He's smiling but there's a certain glint to his eyes.

happy dragon noises

he's so in love with you omg

he was already interested to you when he met you in ramshackle

but one night you started offering him ice cream?

he's smitten

and you made it by yourself???

lilia's holding him back from marrying you instantly

he’ll find himself visiting you whenever he’s craving food or you

he's so fascinated by how ice cream is made and all the different flavours he can try

insert image of malleus furiously shaking a plastic bag with ice and cream in it

appreciates your determination and hard work in the kitchen so much

it makes him feel so valued and cared for

gives you all of his treasures to woo you and pays for all of the ingredients

and offers to help you in the kitchen, although you should keep a close eye on him if you don't want ramshackle burnt to the ground

Malleus smiles at you contently. "Might I express my sincerest gratitude, prefect? Your efforts to make my favorite food are not unnoticed, and I am deeply appreciative of your kindness," he says. "Your gifts are cherished, and I find myself drawn to your company more and more each day."

Masterlist

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[babyleostuff]

your smile | JEON WONWOO

summary | reading date with wonwoo in the comfort of your shared apartment

genre | fluff

word count | 871

pairing | jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

"What should we listen to?" Wonwoo asked right as you walked into the living room with a book in your hand.

"Whatever you feel like. I chose last time." A moment later soft tunes of your favorite album started playing, and along with the LED lights and a couple of candles it only added to the cozy feeling your shared apartment had.

This little act of your boyfriend - putting the music he knows you like, even though it's his turn to choose, puts a small smile on your face, making you even happier than you already were.

Having an afternoon for yourselves, not worrying about work or any chores, you both decided to have a stay at home date, with food and books.

Wonwoo already had his gaming live today at the company, so you didn't have to worry about your boyfriend bailing on you mid chapter and gaming his ass off until dawn, which was always a nice thing.

"Do we have everything?" he wondered, taking a seat next to you on the big sofa, which was now covered with fluffy blankets and lots of pillows.

"I'm just going to grab something to drink, so we don't have to get up later. Oh, and we need chopsticks. Anything else?"

"I don't think so,"

"Okay, I'll be right back."

As much as you loved going out with Wonwoo, exploring the city, going to nice restaurants or simply taking a casual stroll by the Han river, nothing would ever top your at home dates.

Being both so comfortable with each other - no fancy clothes, no makeup, no pressure to look your best and no stressing about being recognised by other people. You could savor the comfortable silence, each with a separate book and your feet in his lap.

A barefaced Wonwoo with his glasses and an oversized t-shirt was just a bonus to all of this. He's really the definition of boyfriend material.

While in the kitchen, beside drinks and chopsticks you grabbed extra snacks for Wonwoo, as he always likes to have something to munch on while reading. In addition you also grabbed an apple juice box, one of the many sitting in your refrigerator.

Quickly making your way back to the living room, you couldn't help, but admire your boyfriend for a second. He was sitting comfortably under one of the many blankets, his glasses at the tip of his nose while he was smiling at something on his phone.

Seeing him so happy was like a cup of tea on a winter morning. Without a doubt, him smiling was the best thing in the world and seeing him do it so often in these past months was the biggest dream come true.

He is one of the strongest people you know, but even he couldn't always hide his sadness and pain, so seeing him getting his happiness back is everything you could've asked for.

"Everything alright?" suddenly you were pulled back to reality, by Wonwoo's gentle voice, that so often lulled you to sleep.

"Yeah, just zoned out a little. Here, your gummies," you handed him all of his snacks along with a water bottle and a set of chopsticks.

"When did you get them? They weren't there in the morning."

"I saw you eating them in your live today," you explained. "So, I decided to buy some. You always like to snack when you're reading and gaming."

Wonwoo usually saw himself as a very stoic person, who was good at controlling his emotions, but you always proved him wrong.

His gaze turned to the softest expression known to mankind and he couldn't help himself but kiss the side of your head in a loving manner as a thank you.

Not being able to resist your boyfriend's sweet action, you put your hand at the back of his head, running your fingers through his short hair, that made him look so adorable when not styled.

"How much of the book do you have left?" he asked, as you both snuggled under the warm blankets.

"I think I'll finish tonight."

"Will your next book be a little bit more, how to say, intellectual?"

"Jeon Woonwoo, stop making fun of my book," you laughed and hit his arm repeatedly, though you doubted he felt anything.

"Not my fault my childhood was based on Wattpad, you dumbass." He laughed and shook his head in a playful manner.

"Sorry not everyone can be as smart as you, Mr. I-know-it-all. " you huffed, putting your bookmark at the coffee table. Not saying anything more, he simply put his arm around you, pulling you closer to his side.

Moments like these made you feel so safe and loved. Wonwoo may not be the most outspoken person when it comes to his emotions, but he never made you doubt yourself in any way.

Everywhere you went, you knew you could always count on him, he was there to keep you safe, protected and happy. The simple touches and small acts of service was all you needed.

So, as you both sit in the living room, each of you in a different fictional world, keeping each other warm, you knew that this was how you'd like to spend the rest of your life.

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[fairytsuk1]

cupid's arrow | (s)

apart of the meet cute: gone wrong series, click here for more!

pairing: izuku midoriya x reader

words: 8.3k

prompt: "getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids"

warnings: teasing game, public sex, quickie, protected sex, tit play, praise kink, missionary position, soft dom!midoriya

The retirement home was an amalgamation of both good and evil. It had the finest foods for delicate denture havers and was home to some of life’s more depressing thought processes. You preferred being able to drive over the speed limit as the city air lashed at your face; being young and carefree was much more appealing. However, this couldn’t be your reality anymore as you knew your grandmother needed you more than ever. Things were about to change. You’d be moving onto bigger steps in your life! Finding a partner, making a home together, advancing in your career…

Before leaving for the retirement home, you hoped you’d be walking out of there glimmering with adjusting to adulthood. No games or silly adventures, a part of you lit up at the idea of this summer excursion changing your life. You really, really hoped it would.

You smooth your tennis skirt over your thighs, ankles crossing and a warm smile gracing your features when your grandmother waltz in with house slippers and an old tea set. The smell of earthy leaves wafts into your nose, and you already know she’s made two steaming cups of green tea before she pours it.

“Nana, you know you don’t have to make anything when I visit,” you’d figured she’d stop making cookies past your twelfth birthday, but she clearly planned to wave you off every single time.

Snarkily, your grandmother rolls her eyes and takes a slurping sip of her tea.

“It’s not about that. It’s about keeping ancient traditions! We’re family, and that means grandmothers make their grandchildren tea!”

She nods, pleased with herself, and her eyes are closed as she savors the grass notes, the feeling of toastiness, and the mild sweetness. Your eyebrows twitch, and you miss how she does the same once she’s placed her cup back down.

“Mhm, it’s very good, did you taste the grass?” you swallow and nod, “yes, me too. So… Have you found a boyfriend yet?”

You’re in the process of drinking more tea but her comment startles you; the cup is hastily set back on the coffee table and leaving a liquid trail in its wake. Practically spitting out your tea, you’re quick to wipe your mouth with a napkin and set the record straight.

“Huh?! Where is that coming from? …I don’t, but why are you asking, nana?”

She’s got this unreadable look on her face. Then, she’s giving you this cheeky grin and sighing wistfully as if thinking of a past lover. You’re curling your fingers into your palms, nearly shaking in anticipation as her hands rub together sneakily.

“It’s my friend’s grandson! You know me. Always talking, but if I were you, I’d snatch him right up! He’s strong, and he’s got bright green eyes! They’d compliment yours so well,” and she’s scooting forward in her seat, “you will like him! He’s a very nice boy.”

Nana’s been gossiping again. You’re relieved she wasn’t trying to reconnect you and former lovers (an activity that had proven to be unsuccessful, twice.) Still, the idea of her pitching you to random strangers like an ATM card makes your face twist in an attempt to tell her how you really feel.

“I-I don’t know, nana. I’m not even sure if I’m looking for anything right now,” and you were right. 

A relationship seemed like a huge step, and this was supposed to be your summer “boss up” phase. To be honest, you weren’t sure if you had trust in your grandma’s romantic instincts for matchmaking either. A wrinkled hand covers yours, and your nana is beaming with her body leaned towards you.

“Tell you what, he will be here for breakfast tomorrow morning. You don’t have to do much, but you should see him in person! Get to know him a little.”

You let the offer hang in the air for a moment before shrugging.

“...I guess I can do that. I don’t want this to become an everyday thing, though! I came here to spend time with you, nana. Not with some guy!”

Nana had already returned to sipping her tea and nodded before licking her lips.

“Of course, dear. However, if you like this Midoriya as much as I think you will, you’ll end up regretting saying that!”

You take a sip, and two pairs of eyebrows raise. You doubted it. This “Midoriya” person was probably some nerdy guy that didn’t know how to talk to girls. It didn’t matter anyways, so on that fateful day you brushed mascara on thick lashes and made sure your lips looked as plump as ever in your pink lip gloss. You weren’t trying to impress anyone, not at all!

Something in your gut had just told you to make an effort, but it was hard to tell whether this gut feeling was good or bad.

The situation had proven that you needed to take a long hard look at yourself in the mirror. He wasn’t ugly, no. He was anything but. He was so handsome that as you and your grandmother circled the table to sit, your foot caught on the leg of the table. Practically every brain cell had been focused on the promise of muscles under his white button-up plus the extra show of solid, veiny forearms. He was hot.

“This is my friend, Kotoe! And this is her grandson, Izuku Midoriya! He’s the one I brought up to you last night,” and for the first time, you’re aware of how red Midoriya looks; maybe he was thinking the same things about you.

Kotoe grins widely, and the wave crashes on you and Midoriya because the embarrassment of the situation keeps getting worse. First, the table. Then, he’s watching you as you settle yourself across from him. This feels more like you’re being judged than trying to link up with someone.

“You remember her, right? I showed you that picture of her at that one band performance.”

Your pride is fatally wounded, but you’re even more aghast that one of the cutest boys you’ve ever seen is actually seeing you for the second time. The idea that Midoriya’s first impression was of you with braces and frizzy hair left you feeling like you could melt into your seat effortlessly.

Nana guiltily peruses the menu, but you know there’s no one else that has that picture. You’d tried to erase every copy of it but… she had her ways.

“Nana.”

She grins sheepishly while fluffing her curls, “it’s not my fault your mother only sends me photos when she feels like it. You look cute in the photo!”

If you didn’t stop her now, maybe nothing could. Along with this setting not seeming like the right time to discuss the ins and outs of your family relationships, you turn to Midoriya and smile warmly. 

“Right. Well, Midoriya, it’s nice to meet you. You’re lucky you were spared from the dreaded band photo. I’m jealous,” with a hair flip for good measure.

She’s so cute, he thinks.

“If only you could have the same fate.”

It’s so boyish, so ridiculous, and it makes your heart-beat rabbit fast because it’s not fair that his voice is gentle yet had an edge to it. His smile and even the licking of lips were uncalled for. He was charming you way too easily. How long had you two been sitting here again? 

He’s tuning you like a fiddle to his chosen song, and you play beautifully. You need fresh air, so your cup of water is gulped down to curb the romantic-tension fever rising inside you. 

Your grandmother and Kotoe fall into conversation like it’s natural. Midoriya keeps taking tentative glances at you but looking away before something productive happens, so you begin to copy him; now you just feel like you’re in the hall of mirrors.

“So, Midoriya… Do you go to university?”

“I-I do! I’m an archaeology major with a minor in history! It’s a lot of nerdy stuff, but it’s more interesting than calculus!”

His eyes sparkle at the topic, and the passion leaking through his words is evident. It’s cute, and your cheeks lift without thinking about it. He’s infectious, and in a bad way.

The type of infection where every glance feels like slow motion, and your brain skips ahead to when his mouth is on yours, and his hands are tugging, pulling, squeezing…

“That’s really cool! I’ve never heard of someone majoring in something like that! I’m doing public administration; it’s like political science but not really.”

Midoriya can’t wait to dig his hands into you and bury his cock deep inside you, but he can’t think about that right now. He mentally files away the memories of your shy looks so he can wrap a fist around himself in the shower later as he thinks of ruining your tight little pussy.

“No, yeah, that’s brave stuff to do! That can be in any sector, right? Public, private, and all of that.”

Both brains come to rest on the same wavelength as the same thought swirls in and out of two opposite gender heads.

I wanna fuck you.

“Yeah! Yeah, it can be,” your legs cross to lessen the pulsing between your legs.

“I kind of get it! History is so broad that it throws people off a bit,” Midoriya presses a palm to his aching cock as discreetly as possible.

The two of you try to avoid letting your need spill over past inappropriate boundaries. You both don’t realize that notion was abandoned the second first eye contact was made. Lunch passes by quickly, and you’re thankful. That was a bit too tense, and your male counterpart seems to be exhausted from the mental energy of ignoring something so potent. So heady.

“That nasty little Annie is going to supervise my cycling class, so I’m going to the pool today! You should come with me; you’ll never believe what she did the other day when I was struggling with my nightgown….”

Kotoe leads your four person group to the elevators, but your nana tells her she likes to walk after breakfast, so you mourn the loss of Midoriya as nonchalantly as possible. A big ego was annoying, and he didn’t need to know that you were dying to see under his pants. Honestly, even just getting to talk alone would be nice. 

“Well, Kotoe, I’ll meet you back at the pool after my nap.”

Your grandmother silently gives you a look that tells you everything you need to know about the pool situation.

Get your swimsuit!

It’s not too hot out that when you take a step the ground pierces your foot with its heat. The sun is shining just enough to cast a warm, soft glow on honeyed skin; it’s making you look too good, you feared. What if Midoriya was a nervous guy? Your ego shoots to the sky as you secure your jewelry and make your way to the pool with your nana.

Midoriya thought he might’ve had you beat, that maybe he’d get the edge in the game you two were playing where you’d feel more flushed than him. He certainly played a good hand, muscles rippling in black swim shorts highlighting his lean body. Freckles dotted his skin, and he felt embarrassed at ogling himself in the mirror.

“Kotoeee! I love your bathing suit; where’d you get the damn thing?!”

Nana runs off quickly, having debriefed you in the elevator that she intended to leave you and Midoriya “to it.” You’d vehemently denied the allegations of something like this happening, but there was a decent chance with how you and him were looking at each other that her suspicions were correct.

Your stuff is set by the chatty old ladies, and Midoriya takes the time to sidle up close to you. Squinting at him, he really does look good up close.

“Hi.”

“Hey. Do you want to swim with me?”

“What are we, five?”

He laughs lightly, shrugging and rubbing at the nape of his neck.

“Well, it’s not like there’s anything else to do! Not here, anyways,” and you feel your cheek twitch with the urge to smile.

He’s… saucy. And maybe you like it, a lot.

“If you say it like that, you can admit that no other girls wanna swim with you,” and he scoffs playfully at you before standing up, “but sure, I’ll hop in for a bit.”

The two of you make your way to the water. Midoriya gets in first, and he extends an arm to help you in like a proper gentleman.

“Are you always this kind?”

“I’m just on my best behavior,” and he grins like a shark.

Water swishes around you two, droplets hiding each other’s best features like a love potion. The grannies are still talking, and there are splashes from other patrons using the facility. Nothing can happen now, even if you want to jump his bones badly.

“I think the class starts soon, the water weights one?”

“What even is that class? What’s the point?”

Midoriya circles like you’re dancing, so you bat your eyes lashes and take a thumb to your lip. It makes him laugh, and you suddenly feel yourself dropping the act.

“No, no, I like it! And it’s, uhm, they lift weights to strengthen their bones! But it’s easier on their joints. My Obaasan also likes getting some fresh air,” he flicks his hair back, and the water rolls down his skin seamlessly, “maybe we could do something on our own.”

Raunchy daydreams smack you in the face; he could fuck you here. He could bend you over the water edge, eat your pussy and make you cream right in the pool chair just feet away! Maybe he’s sucking on your clit, pulling on your nipple, or maybe he’d rock his cock deep into you just because you begged for it!

“Yeah,” his eyes trace the soft edges of your curves, and you feel so high on feeling desired, “where could we go?”

Your question is interrupted with a loud, unfortunate, shrieky exclaim of, “Midoriya!” that shakes both you and the man in question enough to cause ripples in the water. Two heads turn towards the pair of grannies, now suited up in swimsuits that go to their knobby knees, plus bulky goggles.

“Go check for some floaties in the back room, please! I might really need them this time!”

Midoriya doesn’t even make a face but nods in understanding before turning guiltily to you, “...I guess I’ll be right back?”

This seems like a set-up. Back room? For floaties? Midoriya doesn’t seem to have picked up that this is the moment, but you have.

“Well, why don’t I just come with you?”

The grandmothers have gone back to their own personal conversation (gossiping), so you assume it’s okay. Midoriya gives a tentative look to Kotoe, before looking you back in your eyes and nodding. Ah, now he gets it.

You both are giddy as soaking wet bodies slip out of the pool easily and pad like excited puppies down to the deserted storage closet. Midoriya lets you duck in first, flip-flops clacking against the pavement as you flick on the dim lights and wait for the show to begin. Then, the green-haired boy eagerly locks the door and turns to look at you with lustful eyes.

“So!”

“You know, this is extremely typical, right?”

He grows closer as if wanting to slowly overpower you with every step. You remain firm in your pink flip-flops.

“Even if it is typical, I can’t help but feel lucky,” and he oozes attractiveness.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. How often do you get to kiss a pretty girl?”

Maybe it’s the sparkle in his eyes or how he bounces on the balls of his feet. 

“Mmph!—”

The two of you crash into each other, your hands flying to tangle in his unique tresses, and you can almost hear the “SMOOCH!” sound as the two of you have your first heated kiss; breaking the ice-cold layer of tension. The kiss was groundbreaking, earth-shattering, and your foreheads dipped and pressed together as you heaved for breaths.

Your first kiss with him.

It’s practically perfect, and it's ending could be considered admirable because it was so cliche. Someone had called out towards the storage closet, and the two of you ran out of there like the guilty criminals you were. The thrill kept you moving like a wild animal. You loved it; the two of you loved it.

That memory didn’t leave you, not when you parted ways or thought about keeping your lips as they were so you wouldn’t forget that you’d kissed him. Maybe you were too into a fling, a fleeting romance, but having someone you could call yours felt fulfilling. Whatever happened to moving on with life?

No, you’d changed your mind. Who cared about doing career things in an old folks home? You could do that any time, good dick doesn’t always come around.

Adrenaline was still thrumming in your veins as you kept going about your day as if the feeling of his soft lips on yours wasn’t being replayed every ten seconds; it was so perfectly taboo and hot. You wondered if he was thinking the same things, maybe taking a hand and palming his half-chub in his swim shorts because he just couldn’t hold back and wait anymore.

The two of you shared looks for the rest of the swim class as you leisurely tanned your golden skin while Midoriya lounged around (fetching equipment as needed.) His new “job” grew quickly on you, the ability to get an eyeful of strained muscles and bulging thighs that jogged ’round and ’round the pool like a carousel felt like a reward.

Your grandmother draws you close with a hand motion, bony fingers clasped to the ledge as you draw closer, “oh good, you heard me! Could you bring me my bag? I left it in the locker room!”

“Sure thing, I’ll only be a sec!”

Quickly, you head towards the women’s locker room and spot the flowered print pool bag. You snatch it up and make your way back, feet slowing their speed, when you see an unfamiliar face sticking out like a sore thumb.

She was pretty, blonde, with a thin neck that made you envy her allure from where you stood. Not only that, but definitely flirting with a resting Midoriya.

“Here, nana…”

“Thank you! What are you looking at—” your grandmother makes the same frowning expression as you, “oh, right. She’s getting in between you and your future husband, you know! She just waltzed on over like she owned the place, and he fell for it, hook, line, and sinker! Don’t tell Kotoe, but you ought to…”

Her rambling goes muffled and indiscernible, and you feel your hand clench at your side. You stormed over to the spot without even considering the consequences and grinned widely. She gives you a skeptical eye before batting curled lashes towards Midoriya.

“So, what were you saying about working out together?”

Nervous green eyes flick to yours, gauging your level of emotion from the deep recesses of your eyes. Midoriya can’t see anything. In fact, it’s more like you’re looking through him as he sputters his way through an excuse of being “really busy, so maybe we should wait till we make actual plans!”

He was good, and maybe it was the fact he was the first attractive boy you’d seen in the several weeks of being with your grandmother. Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t been properly fucked in a minute, so you were a loose screw about to make everything fall apart.

‘I see,” and you shrug at him, “we should wait till we make actual plans too! You know, just so we can be sure.”

Then, you prissily walk off, determined to not seem shaken by the seeming turn of events being that IZUKU MIDORIYA was a man-whore, one hundred percent. He just wanted to rile you up, and two could most certainly play at that game. You’d just have to show him what he was missing out on, all because he wasn’t too sure he wanted you. You’d make him sure.

He’d kissed you for god’s sake! You fumed alone in the elevator, grumbling things no one would ever hear.

The plan had worked spectacularly. There was no way Midoriya was actually going to go for the blonde that seemed eager to be alone with him now that the swimming class was over. Sure, he’d smooth-talked her, but it was all for you. He could tell that there was something you were hiding from him in all your shy looks and glossy lips.

“Was that your girlfriend? She looked rude,” Ayaka grinned wildly, “she’s not right?”

“It doesn’t really matter what she is,” and he stands gingerly, all shy and nervous, “I-I have to go now!”

Ayaka tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and her arms push her breasts up obscenely.

“You really gotta go?”

The awkwardness is back, and it seemed that the boy could only be flirty when it came to you. Now, he was a fish out of water flopping around on the deck.

“Yup! I’ll see you later, or whatever!”

He’d finally figured it out, aside from the awkwardness of forcing jealousy within you. You were a brat! He couldn’t wait to see how this developed, the greedy part of him hoping you’d make another move because he wanted to see you again. Badly.

“...Bye!”

You didn’t leave his mind, and he wondered what the two of you could do together. Did you like ice cream? Games? Yeah, sometimes he thought with his dick but other times… Well, you were the exact type of girl he’d love to take out.

He had no idea that as part of your newly created plan… you planned to kiss Hitoshi Shinsou right in front of him.

-

Shinsou was calm, collected, and rarely ever smiled. You hadn’t been lying when you’d said that boys like Midoriya were few and far between, so you’d already recognized potential suitors (meaning you’d told your best friends, in ranked form, the cutest boys at the UA Retirement Home.)

You’d decided Shinsou was one of the cuter ones considering you didn’t see him all the time. His face was pleasant to look at whenever you saw him working his shift, and he was plopped at the desk today with no one around… it seemed like today would be the day.

You and Midoriya hadn’t spoken in two days since you last saw him potentially entertaining the advances of some blonde girl. You weren’t stupid, after the heat of the moment and going over the situation one more time, it was clear. He wanted to tease you, make you feel the fire burning inside you grow hotter and hotter.

“Hey, Shinsou!” 

It was time to get him back in a major way. You push your torso an inch or two across the desk to smile at the purple-haired boy and let your head fall to the side. It was unclear whether or not it was actually having an effect, but you trekked along.

“Morning, what are you doing here?”

He already looks closed off, and you’re hoping he doesn’t hate you by the end of this.

“I just wanted to say hi! A girl can’t just hang out by the front desk?”

“No, actually,” his finger taps a sticker on the glass barrier between you, an obnoxious sticker reading “NO LOITERING” sitting there to mock you, “there is. See?”

…

“Oh! Well, I mean, well,” you look around frantically, the heat of embarrassment crippling you to where you stood.

“Look, if you just tell me, then maybe I can–” and the two of you are yelping as you push past the swinging door that separates Shinsou from other residents, “what the hell?! What are you doing?”

It suddenly feels like a huge mistake, and if you could swallow your anxieties, maybe this would’ve gone over easier. The position you two are in now, it feels warm. Steamy. His eye bags are less prominent when he’s slouched beneath you in his desk chair. Slender legs manspreading, and you could easily settle yourself on top of him if you felt like getting it on from behind the front desk.

“I just wanted… to see what it all looks like from behind here! Very, very nice. Did your boss get you that mug?”

“You need to leave,” and he sighs, but every action is gentle as he takes your arm, “what’s making you act so weird?”

Had anyone else been watching, they would have assumed the two of you were up to pure shenanigans. Midoriya yawns, eyes sleepy from his daytime nap as he trods towards the eating hall to peruse the options.

Midoriya hoped you weren’t genuinely upset about anything. Considering your demeanor and attitude, it seemed like something you would’ve liked, would’ve wanted. Maybe he went too far; it agonized him to think about it.

“Please, Shinsou! Don’t kick me out,” you’re grappling with his limbs, and you try to stand firmly, “you can’t treat a guest like this! I’ll make a scene!”

“You caused the scene!” 

The commotion is growing louder, making the green-haired boy’s head tilt because the voices sound too familiar. His feet turn right, heading towards the hall's entrance, and it’s unmistakable that you had been the feminine voice whining. 

“I know, but I had to do something!”

“Do what?”

Midoriya barely rounds the corner when you bend over, ass sticking up in the air, and plant a firm kiss on Shinsou’s lips. He doesn’t move but lets a soft groan slip as your hands trace the tops of his shoulders.

You’re crazy, he realizes. Just from watching you kiss Shinsou, he assumes he’s probably crazy, too, because it does nothing but make his cock throb. The two of you pull away, and you’re wiping your lips with the back of your hand. He wishes he could spy on what you were saying to him, using all your best tantalizing moves to keep Shinsou in a partial state of shock; you’re taking small steps back past the swinging door and nodding reassuringly.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah. I’ll see you…?”

“Uh-huh! Bye!”

Midoriya had ducked behind a wall, but your footsteps were growing closer and closer. Then, you’re a blur past him, but he can make out your face. It’s the face of sadism, of one that grins while you walk past him because you know that he knows you have the taste of Shinsou on your tongue and that you’re the one who gave him the bulge in his sweatpants. 

He quickly grabs onto your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

“Yes?”

“You know what you’re doing, right? Do you really wanna play this game?”

“What game?”

This will end with him fucking the shit out of you, and you know it. Midoriya feels his heart swell with dominance, pulling you closer so your hand can cup his cock in his shorts. He manually curls your fingers around his length, small puffs of air coming out of him as you submissively run your palm over the salacious hardness under his sweatpants. 

“I like when you touch me like that! Reminds me that even though you might go and kiss other guys….”

His hand brushes against your hip, thumb dipping just under your shorts and panties to feel the forbidden skin you hid from him.

“I just know that under these panties, you’re soaking.”

You feel relief that he doesn’t try to check because you know your hole is dripping and staining your cute pair of panties.

“I…”

Midoriya shushes you, an adorable smile on display as he firmly squeezes your ass cheek. He grunts as you put more pressure on his dick before taking your hand and squeezing it.

“Don’t talk. I just want you to think, cutie,” and he gets impossibly closer.

“Do you really think you’ll win?”

You don’t think you’ll win at all, and that’s the fun in it.

Midoriya sighs, feeling your hand stroke him over the fabric before breathing out and pulling away. He kisses your cheek, pointedly avoiding your lips.

“I’ll see you later.”

You’re left as shocked as Shinsou was.

-

“Have you noticed how often the kids have been hanging out together? I knew it, Kotoe. I knew they’d hit it off,” your grandmother smirks cockily, “where are they now, anyways?”

It had been true that you and Midoriya had been spending as much time as possible together since the Shinsou incident. It’s been a day since anything had happened, but you’d already shown your hand with tight workout shorts that cupped your ass perfectly that afternoon. You’d given your soon-to-be fling an eyeful, bending over with a sway in the hips so he could see the soft, tender flesh jiggle as you sweat all over yourself.

Even just your body seemed obscene, Midoriya couldn’t stop his eyes from tracking your hand towel as it dried in between the valley of your tits (that he wished so badly he could suck on) or when you took a heaving breath while wiping the sweat off from your forehead. Midoriya felt like a pervert; images of painting you in thick ropes of cum kept him hot-blooded.

“Oops, be careful!”

Midoriya wanted to push you, though. To really test your limits as far as teasing went. He’d tried all his best tips and tricks that he knew, but he wanted more. You saw it all, the thumb brushing his lip being the first strike of many. A hand on your thigh that every so often grew so close to your cunt before pulling away and giving you a wry shrug, “I just like having something to hold!”

Things like that.

“You look really good with cream on your face,” he hummed nonchalantly over a cup of hot chocolate.

“Huh?!”

He doesn’t even have the shame to pretend that he didn’t say what he said.

“I said, if you wanted cream on your face so bad, you should’ve just asked me instead.”

He’s even cocky enough to embellish a little. By dinnertime, you can’t stop wondering what his lips would feel like as he ate you like a man starved, slurping at your folds and tonguing you deep because he wanted to give you everything plus more.

Maybe he’d be willing to go a little further! If you could find somewhere private, maybe he’d cave to your soft eyes and alluring words. While your grandmothers choose what to eat at the bar, you’re busying yourself with tugging on Midoriya’s shirt sleeve.

“So…”

“So?”

“Um, do you wanna,” you didn’t start out too strong, but then he’s leaning in a microinch more and licking his lips, “wanna… find somewhere more private?”

The two of you aren’t being very inconspicuous, and your lips are parting for ones that don’t reach yours. A light laugh is heard beside you as your eyes flutter open. You frown.

“Private? Why would we do that?”

“Midoriya. C’mon,” you give a quick look at your surroundings and hope the elderly really are deaf, “we’ve been doing this, but what about a break? You know, I could help with what’s going on with you….”

He’ll give you one thing, you’re trying really hard. You look great, and he’s noticed the infrequent squeezing of your thighs. You’re probably dripping right now, all because he touched you a little and murmured about how much he wants you. 

“Baby,” and he pecks the knuckles of your hands, “it’s just not gonna happen, yet. You can be patient, right?”

Maybe you’ll explode, turn into flames and die of spontaneous combustion. This is torturous. Blasphemous.

“...But I don’t want to wait anymore!”

Then, a firm hand holds your face in his cheeks. Anyone could see you two, but Midoriya has the gall to grab your face and squeeze just a little. You’re mush, and you’re looking at him with starry eyes as he squishes your cheeks.

“Don’t make me have to really punish you,” and while he doesn’t sound threatening, you have half a mind to take him seriously.

Your face is released, and you almost want to grind down in your seat. Adjusting yourself, you pop a tater-tot in your mouth to try and distract yourself from your need. To your utter annoyance, the boy next to you elbows you.

“Besides, you already know that when we do fuck, you'll get everything you want, right? I haven’t forgotten about that kiss, I’m going to prove to you I’m better than him!”

He eats a piece of broccoli like it’s nothing, and you have to fight to hide your grin over your predicament. Midoriya gives you one last look. He fears the feelings inside him. Maybe he likes you like that. He settles to focus on his broccoli.

-

This game the two of you had been playing was getting rough. Time seemed to fly by, and suddenly you were looking at only a couple weeks left to stay with your grandmother. In turn, this meant that after these few weeks… what you and Midoriya had would cease to exist. You tried not to think about it.

Neither of you brought it up, but aside from every sexual advance, it seemed like the elephant in the room followed you wherever you went. Midoriya had started pulling your chair out for you, started to buy you gifts, and you suspected his soft touches were his biggest tell. Midoriya didn’t seem like the type to fight feelings, and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

Not because you didn’t like him, of course. You just didn’t know how to feel because you couldn’t fight these feelings if you tried.

“Do you wanna call me Izuku?”

“Huh?! Well, well, are you sure?”

“Yeah! We’re, um, we’re close, you know? So I don’t mind! I’d prefer it, coming from you,” it’s funny because the two of you are physically close too, essentially cuddling.

After familiarizing yourself with the entire facility, the two of you managed to find the ideal spots to hang out for some alone time! It was like walking a tightrope, was it going to be you who fell first when you sidled up real close to him? Or was it going to be him when he reached an arm around to comfortably hug your shoulder?

“Well, that does make sense! Okay, Izuku,” you wiggle your shoulders and say it so sweetly that he almost kisses you, “I like it! It suits you, at least when I’m saying it.”

You ham it up, stroking his cheek and murmuring his name like you’re a cheesy romance movie lead. He’s giggling as your hand brushes his sides to tickle him.

“Hey, come on! I told you something personal and now you’re going to tickle me?!”

“Of course I am! Don’t you know who I am?!”

It’s a blur, Izuku’s laughing and you’re telling him about the “tickle monster” that’d just appeared. Once coming down from the gusto of play fighting, something’s changed.

The two of you are stunned when you realize what has happened. Maybe it was Izuku’s fault for flying backwards or yours for following him diligently with wandering hands. The two of you seem to just fit, hips slotted against his own as you look down at him. You’d landed nearly perfectly in his lap, bated breath as both of you took in what it all meant.

“Oh, I know who you are.”

It’s tense.

“The tickle monster is going away, but you better be careful,” you say in a near whisper.

…It’s so tense.

“What do I have to be scared of? You’re just a brat.”

Your heart is beating, and this is too considering you’re chest to chest. Every touch, laugh, and first kiss replays in your memory like a flashback. The smell of anticipation hangs in the air, and you smile because this is finally it.

And he beats you to the chase, lips puckered as he finally kisses you with the passion of the first one after leaving you wanting for too long. He tastes like peppermint, and it’s so hot. Gasping breaths are taken; hormones at an all-time high because you can’t get enough of him now that you know he’s yours.

“Fuck,” he pants, “we can’t do it here.”

You’re still trying to mouth at his jaw, desperate to continue planting heated bursts of love across every inch of his skin. His hands come to your waist, and you’re frowning cutely as if your favorite toy was taken.

“If we’re quiet, no one’s even gonna come….”

Izuku’s nervous. He’s been waiting for so long. Hell, he has the most beautiful girl sitting pretty in his lap, eager to get naked, and yet he’s still hesitating. Your manicured nail tilts his head away from the double doors and back to your panting face.

“We don’t have to,” you say calmly, but you suddenly feel so vulnerable.

Suddenly Izuku realizes you’re about to slip from his grasp like melted butter. It all makes sense. 

“No. I’ll fuck you here! We just…need to be quiet, okay?”

“Okay!”

Both mouths go back to sliding against each other, and your teeth tug his lip just so see the redness bloom under the thin skin. All you can hear are the slick sounds of the two of you making out, and your hips start tilting into Izuku’s bulge before you can try to contain yourself.

“We should…” he seems to contemplate your position, “hm. Get on your back, baby.”

Honestly, the couch isn’t the greatest. The narrowness makes you nervous, but the strong arm that nearly lifts you onto your back gives you starry eyes; you can’t complain. One of Izuku’s legs supports him from the floor and for some reason, it all feels so intimate. The way you offer a shy smile and how he pecks your nose so sweetly you almost don’t hear it.

He holds himself up above you, and you can actually see his freckles up close now. He has so many, and each one is wonderful.

Then, his head dives down into the curve of your neck with the swiftness of a cheetah. His teeth graze your pulse point, your back arching and breath hitching as he suckles until a tender purple bruise appears.

“Izuku!”

His cock throbs at how you moan his name.

“Shh! I don’t want to have to keep you quiet, right? Ah…”

His hips grind into yours easily with a fervor that only comes from days of teasing and sexual repression. 

“Want you to take off my shirt, ‘zuku,” you mumble weakly, arms already winding around his neck for support as he dry humps you like a fuckdoll.

“Mhm, I will, I will! Just wanna feel you for a second; you’re so fucking warm.”

You’re soaking through your panties. He’s found a good angle, the two of you whimpering together as he mimics fucking you deep and slow. If he was inside you, you’re sure he’d be balls deep with your legs over his shoulders.

But there was no time, and you’re bringing him back to your lips with a twist. If you didn’t reign him in, you were sure the two of you would cum in your pants, and that wasn’t enough. His hand is brought to your chest, squeezing over the fabric so you can squeal in between his tongue that licks into your mouth.

“Play with my tits, only wanna feel you on me,” you can’t even stop talking when his hand travels under your soft cardigan to tug the cups of your bra down, “want you to be the only one that touches me like this.”

He’s transfixed, rough palm skirting over your nipple in a way that makes you shudder.

“You’re so sensitive…”

Your leg is pushed to the floor as Midoriya flips your skirt up.

“I knew it. You’re soaking from me. You’re telling me all these things, but,” and your chest is spilling out from your bra cups as he fully exposes you, “I knew I was yours the minute I saw you.”

If you weren’t in the process of tugging the boy’s mouth closer to your tit, you might’ve picked up on the near-love confession he’d murmured into the fat of your breasts. It’s so heady, so exhilarating knowing someone could walk in on your sticky thighs spread while Izuku gropes your chest.

“Mmph, Izuku! I need more.”

“I know, and we need to hurry this along too…”

It’s a regret he’s forced to pull away from your upper half. Markings dot areas all over your chest and he shudders with empathetic pleasure, knowing you’ll be walking around with skin he defiled is so deeply arousing. You’ll walk around after he stretches you with his pulsing cock, dragging you back onto him like you were made for it. No one would know a thing, and it makes Midoriya tug his belt off with a sense of urgency.

You watch carefully as his thick fingers make quick work on his belt. You can’t help yourself from letting a wandering hand stroke your soaked pussy, adding the slightest amount of pressure on your clit with slow, deliberate circles. His eyes catch yours and then your trembling hand. You feel caught, hand pausing while you turn cherry red.

“No, no. Why’d you stop? Keep going.”

He unbuttons his jeans, but his hands go to palm himself instead of sliding the zipper down like you want.

“Izuku?”

“Get yourself all wet for me, pretty. I wanna see how you touch yourself.”

It’s maybe one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard, and it’s even more attractive when a strong hand drags your hand down to your swollen cunt.

“Are you that bad at being good? You heard me.”

His voice has the same bite it always does. Friendly but in no doubt in charge. Your body temperature rises, and it’s almost embarrassing to get yourself off knowing he’s watching you like a hawk.

He even laughs when your hips jolt, “you can rub harder than that.”

“Why don’t you try?!”

The words don’t come out half as strong as you’d like. Rather, you sound pathetic because his groans are spurring your fingers to pull your panties to the side and actually touch yourself for real. The tips of your fingers are slick, and lewd sounds are echoing as you pump a finger into your gummy walls.

“I’m sure you’re just as good. I mean, you had every day to practice! Shit,” he sighs and dips a hand under his jeans, “wish I had time to use my mouth on you. I bet you taste so good, too.”

You spread your lips to expose your dripping hole, clenching around nothing and leaving a syrupy trail of wetness on your fingers. Izuku trembles, hand gripping the base of his cock as you nearly weep for him.

“I want you to fill me, Izuku. My fingers aren’t enough; I need you here,” and you lay a hand on your lower stomach, “wanna feel you here.”

After begging so cutely and winding yourself up so much that you’re nearly grinding onto the couch cushion, you hope it works. You even move to cup your breast for good measure.

“Don’t you wanna see how good I’d squeeze you?”

It hangs in the air for a moment before Midoriya nods hastily.

“Okay. Yes, okay!”

He digs through his wallet, pulling out a foil square and pushing his boxers down to alleviate the pressure bearing down at him. Sharp teeth rip the foil apart while you take mental notes on the boy before you.

It’s certainly not a disappointment! The mushroom head leaks precum like a fountain. Beading at the slit and eventually bubbling over, it’s so enticing that you’re willing to take him into your mouth just for one second.

Instead, you grab the condom with your hand, and both of you work together to roll it on. He hisses at the contact of your hand gripping his so you can’t help but give a tug just to hear him gasp.

“You’ll make me cum if you do that! Don’t,” he chuckles, swatting your hand away.

“Are you even gonna last more than a minute?”

“Will you?”

The two of you giggle as you maneuver yourself, spreading slick thighs and Izuku splaying your lower half against his. He hisses when his cock slides through your dripping folds, “I’m gonna love this pussy.”

“C’mon,” you whine impatiently, “you’re being unfair–”

He’d had enough of your needy voice, and Izuku could feel all his self-control melt away like snow. First, he pushes the tip in just to keep you quiet (and it works, just as he imagined.) 

“Ngh! Ah, wait! Wait, wait…” you’re suddenly about to topple off the edge of pure pleasure if not for Izuku holding your hand in his.

“I-I can’t! Baby, I need to be inside you. You can take it, right?”

He’s pushing his thick dick further in you, and your breath skips in your throat because he’s stretching you so good and making such sinful noises.

“There ‘ya go! There… fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Izuku has to force himself to think of other things, to not think of your drooling pussy taking him in like he belonged there. To not think of how you kept wiggling for more; you couldn’t get enough of feeling him hit that spongy spot that felt so good inside you. He hasn’t even started thrusting yet, just huffing expletives in your ear as he forces himself to not shoot his load too early.

You already look fucked out, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars in the sky for you. You’re looking at him like you love him, and he snaps his hips forward so hard you jerk upwards against the cushions. Soft hands fly to cover your mouth, and you look so pathetic trying to keep quiet as he carves a space inside you for him and only him.

  Quiet little “ah, ah, ah!” come out of you in bursts, utterly helpless to the fact that you must stay silent while Izuku pounds you into the worn couch of your grandmother’s retirement home. It’s debauched. It’s so fucking hot.

“I’ve wanted you since the beginning, hah. I was waiting for the right time,” he rambles, but his gaze is stuck on the way he slides way deep into you just to feel his heaviness drag against your folds till it’s just the tip. Again and again, and he’s nearly salivating with the froth you cream on his base, “and you look so pretty and I wanna do more, I–”

You realize he needs to shut up while trying to regain your own bearings. You’re still being vigorously fucked, and you can hardly get a word in with how he punches his cock just deep enough the graze your womb.

It makes you cry out because it hurts so fucking good, and Midoriya is quick shush you like a baby.

“Izu–oh, fuck! Izuku! Izu,” your hand cups his cheek to bring his lips against yours, effectively keeping him quiet.

The natural body weight of Izuku’s body excites your nerves so much that you feel on fire.

“‘M not gonna last long,” he gives a stuttering whisper and sneaks a hand between your bodies, balls slapping lewdly against your ass as he drills into you, “wanna get you off though, hm? Gotta make my pretty girl cum, right?”

He has no idea if he’s just muttering bullshit at this point, but it seems to work considering your increase in volume (something he can’t be bothered to fix.) Izuku wipes his hand on his shirt and rubs slow, small circles on your clit. It’s so methodical. It’s so targeted that you clench harder and harder.

“‘M gonna cum–gonna cream all over you,” your folds flutter so enticingly around him.

“You’re such a good girl, ngh! Cum around my cock; you deserve it..!”

You cum with a wail, no doubt soaking Izuku as he hunkers down onto you and grinds messily into you.

“W-Wish I could fill you up!! You’re so–so perfect.”

“Cum with me, ‘zuku,” you whisper as you comb your fingers through the sweaty hair stuck to his forehead.

Izuku muffles his groan into the crook of your neck, spilling his load in the rubber and sighing as the euphoria washes over him. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath, and you cringe at how the back of your shirt is stuck with sweat from your unexpected tryst. The boy on top of you can barely hold himself up, shaky hands tugging the condom off and tucking himself back into his jeans.

“Oh no!”

There’s a clear wet spot on his jeans, no doubt from barely undressing and thus spilling remnants of your cum together. Part of you wishes you could lick it off, and you have to shut your legs to keep your oversensitive clit from throbbing.

“Oh! That’s… okay. Um, is there a trash can near?...”

It makes you want to laugh at how he looks so boyish now in the post-coital glow. Adjusting your panties, after much deliberation of taking them off since they were soaked, you sit back and rest a hand on Izuku’s knee.

“I think there’s one right outside the main exit,” and then you’re leaning forward to kiss his nose, “...do you wanna go on a date?”

“You can’t say that while I’m still holding the condom that I just fucked you with!”

The two of you laugh before he softly kisses your shiny lips, “but okay.”

By next summer, your grandmothers are wondering how many kids the two of you will have.

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[marthawrites]

The Gift That Keeps Giving

Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 3.8k+

Can be read as a one shot but reads best as part 2 to A Gift for the Queen (pls be kind it was the second thing I wrote ♥)

About: You've happily stayed with Daemon and Rhaenyra since her birthday. They have a little game up their sleeve to play with you.

Includes: Explicit sexual content!! *takes a really deep breath* involving typical canon incest, M/F/F content, p in v, female masturbation, pussy slapping, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), forced orgasm, orgasm denial, overstimulation, some degradation, manhandling, crying, adult language, and aftercare. With a sweet ending. WHEW. That's a mouthful. Idk friends there's a lot going on here and if I missed anything I apologize!

Note: Hello lovely reader! I'm not in charge of your imagination, but I write with the implications that Westerosi men go in raw and are uncut. Do with that info however you like. As always, reader is nondescript! Huge shout out to my girl Eliza who is just fucking awesome and I love her. This has been stewing in my brain forever and I finally was able to get it out. It's filthy. Please, enjoy! ♥

-

While it wasn't home, Dragonstone remained lovely. What made it even more lovely was the attention Rhaenyra bestowed upon you during the early mornings and late into the evenings. The Black Queen, despite (or perhaps in spite of) the neverending amount of responsibilities she had, had an insatiable taste for pleasure.

Her body showed all the signs of motherhood: faded stretch marks, widened hips, heavy breasts, and a soft cushion of fat around her middle. If she was beautiful before, deemed "The Realm's Delight" by her uncle-husband, then she was even more so now. Motherhood fit Rhaenyra. And in turn she was a good mom, too. 

You couldn't imagine how she balanced everything on her plate. Being a caring mother, a Queen against an upsurer king, a wife… How?

Daemon and Rhaenyra, like many in their ancestry, could only be sated by the fire of a fellow Targaryen. Twin flames from somewhere deep and ancient in the earth. Together they burned. You were certain it was the passion they shared in their intimate moments that kept them in check; a contained bonfire instead of rampant wildfire.

The Rogue Prince, still standing by what he said the first night you shared with them, had yet to let you have his cock. "Whores aren't deserving of my seed." As much as you savored every second of pleasure with Rhaenyra, you ached for him.

Doing as you were told, you sat in one of their chairs and were allowed to merely watch as Rhaenyra rode her husband until sweat sheened on her skin and her legs shook from exertion. It was torture. Daemon had a beautiful cock. Thick, solid, and forever eager to be wrapped around his wife's needy cunt; seemingly as many times as she'd like. And there you were. Both of your legs draped over the arms of the chair to expose yourself wide open, fingers fucking into yourself at the show, unable to reach the kind of climaxes Rhaenyra experienced. Your fingers were half useless despite their best efforts.

"You're being awfully quiet over here," Daemon crooned, walking over to you once he and his wife were finished. Sweat sheened on him too. "Is your Queen fucking her prince so boring?"

You'd been far from quiet. A blush had taken home in your cheeks and your folds glistened with evidence of orgasm. "Never boring," you breathed in reply, looking up at Daemon from beneath your lashes.

He tutted and swatted your hand away from your center. "You are. Perhaps you need to be reminded just how loud you can get." Bringing two fingers up to your mouth he pushed past your lips until his Targaryen signet squished against the corner of your mouth. He smirked at your eager acceptance. He planted his other hand upon the back of your chair, eyes keen on you.

Were your gag reflex any weaker it would have stuttered around his abrupt intrusion. The shadow of his bulk looming over you caused a whine of anticipation to escape your throat, vibrating around his fingers.

He pulled them out and a lewd little line of spittle broke between your lip and the tip of his finger. 

"My prince…," you purred, heart thumping wildly beneath your flushed chest. "I do think I need to be reminded. I haven't had a cock in sooo long… my fingers can only go so far. They are much smaller than you." Unintentionally – or perhaps wholly intentionally – your hips squirmed in a silent beg for any sort of attention he might give you.

Dark amusement swelled his pupils. "Small and pathetic," he said sardonically. "Can you even reach where you're begging to be touched?" With his question he delivered a quick smack to the fullness of your spread cunt. 

You yelped, surprised, eyes popping open as a second slap followed. "A-ah!" Your legs closed in an attempt to shield yourself from his touch.

"Play nice with our sweet girl," Rhaenyra chimed from the bed. Amusement laced her words too. "We want her to be eager to play later. Isn't that right, husband?"

Flicking your attention to the marital bed you saw that Rhaenyra didn't look up or anything else – content to lay and relax in bliss for a few moments longer before getting ready for the day.

Daemon sniggered, one big hand easily parting your legs open. You weren't squeezing too hard, merely had your thighs pressed together to keep yourself protected from further taunts. "That's right," he replied to his wife over his shoulder before turning his gaze back to you. “Our favorite, and prettiest, whore.”

The weight of his gaze sent your own pupils swelling. You smiled at his praise. “Always happy to be in service of my Queen. And King.” The Prince Consort liked it when you called him that. He liked it even more when it spilled from your pretty lips in a beg for him to fuck you – a gift he still hadn’t given you. Most, though, he liked it when you and Rhaenyra half whispered it on your knees between sharing his cock.

A third slap was delivered to your cunt and you barely managed to muffle a startled whimper behind a bitten lip. “How quickly do you think you could come on my fingers?” He tilted his head in question, eyes still sharp on yours. In the same motion he squeezed the back of your chair for extra support while pushing two calloused digits into your yearning center. He knew right where to find that delightfully sensitive spot along your walls. He sought it and abused it. And, to make matters all the more lascivious, his thumb worked your clit in tandem. “You won’t get a second chance, girl. If you wish to come, then come. Now.” His pace was brutal. And wonderful. He had no shame when it came to pleasure; the obscenity of the wet slaps from his finger fucking sent you over the edge quickly.

The coil of pleasure in your belly snapped with all the force it had been wired with; a straining haste that left you gasping as if Daemon’s hand were wrapped around your throat. A moment ago you were merely under his gaze. Now, your thighs squeezed his forearm as bliss washed over you in hot waves of desperation. You whined a string of moans so sweet it sent the towering prince to near purrs.

“Say thank you,” he said, pulling his fingers from your clenching depths.

“Thank you, my prince.” 

That is how Daemon and Rhaenyra left you for the day. Alone to do as you please; eager for their return. Duty called and kept them away until after sundown.

-

“Will Daemon not want to be present for this, your Grace?” You were barely able to whisper between heated pants. 

Rhaenyra had propped pillows beneath your backside to give herself a better angle to your soaked core. Her arms were looped around your thighs so she could support herself upon her elbows. She was happily face down into you with her ass up and pointed to the door. Slowly, she lapped, and slowly, she sucked, seeming to be more than content to have you as many times as she pleased. Your fingers curled in her soft hair. It was in a single haphazard braid and you didn’t feel guilty for messing it up anymore than it already was. 

A playful hum vibrated against your folds. “Even in this room I am still the Queen. If my lord husband isn’t happy with what he sees upon arrival, then, well…,” she paused, thinking. “I suppose he won’t get to play.” She returned her attention to you and your eyes rolled closed at the skill of her mouth. 

Just on the edge of your pleasure, right before you were flung into the crest, the door opened and Rhaenyra looked over her shoulder to see who would come in so rudely. The peak she’d been working you towards was gone in an instant. If you were lucky, it wouldn’t take long to reach again.

“Sȳz bantis, ābrazȳrys,” good evening wife, Daemon said softly in High Valyrian – their ancestral language a thing you still couldn’t understand. “Emare kirimves?” having fun He asked with a quirk of brow.

“Kessa,” yes she replied, grinning.

By now the door was latched and locked behind him. “Ȳdra daor ivestragī nyke keligon ao,” don’t let me stop you he said and he stepped further into the room and began to disarm and undress.

Were these two ever not horny? You thought privately to yourself. Almost daily, and sometimes multiple times a day, they coupled. You’d witnessed firsthand their sex life was far from boring – and that’s only what you’ve seen! Surely you hadn’t witnessed all that their passion could bring. 

“Ziry's mazilībagon, valzȳrys,” she’s set, husband Rhaenyra said with a glimmer you hadn’t seen in her eyes before. Her attention turned fully to you, then, a smolder behind her vibrancy. “Tonight it’s my turn to watch,” she cooed, delicately kissing your sensitive bud in departure.

A shudder ran through you at the combination of her words and lips. Could she really mean…? Was tonight the night you’d been waiting for since arriving at Dragonstone with the Rogue Prince? Excitement shot through you as Rhaenyra moved from the bed to the chair you normally sat in. Even fully nude she looked like a queen should. Poised. Regal: a glimmer of something mischievous or unhinged – perhaps both – right there behind her eyes.

Daemon, now nude, wordlessly beckoned you over. He stood at the edge of the bed: every burn and scar of his seasoned warriors' body on display in the low light of their room. You obeyed with barely any other thought in your head. The same glint as his wife's shown in his face. You were nothing but a play thing for them. A pretty little bird for them to clip and make sing. If Dragonstone – their room – were your cage, you cared little. Who would ever complain about being in service to the Black Queen and her Prince Consort?

"Kiss it," he said evenly, a bite of sternness behind his tone.

He wasn't yet hard. Even his flaccid manhood made your thighs clench. It was as handsome as the rest of him and you wasted no time in trailing warm kisses along his cock, reveling in the sensation of him growing harder beneath your attention. "Gonna let me have it all for myself tonight?" You asked, pumping along his length with a spit-slick hand. Your kisses were open mouthed and wet, tongue accompanying here and there.

"Be a good little whore and quit teasing. If you want it hard then make it hard. Stop this playing," Daemon sneered down at you, pinching your chin between thumb and forefinger to turn your eyes up to him. "Have you had a good day lazing about like a spoiled cat?" Head tilted with his question, traditional silver tresses catching moonlight. "No thoughts in your pretty head… daydreaming about being bent over and fucked. How does it feel to haven't anything to fret over?" A mock laced his tone – bitterness and amusement alike.

You merely smiled up at him. Taunting. "Boring…," you replied before taking his tip between your lips. He tasted warm and salty. Your head bobbed forward and backward as you worked him up the way you knew he liked it. Musk filled your nose and your core instantly clenched. You wanted nothing more than to have him thrusting in and out of you: claiming you, taking you, using you for his pleasure. And if you were lucky, Rhaenyra would join too.

He laughed dryly. "A spoiled little bitch." He twitched in your mouth. By now his cock was fully hardened and slobbery; your eyes glassy from need and strain. Whether prompted by your words or a wave of lust, he grabbed the sides of your arms, squeezing harshly, and maneuvered you around to his liking.

Before you could put it all together, you were on your hands and knees atop the bed with Daemon looming behind you. His cock seared your skin. You gasped wholly surprised and wanton as you looked up to where Rhaenyra still sat and watched; purple eyes alight with wickedness. "Your Grace…?" You asked, spine bending down tantalizingly to prop your ass firmer against the Rogue Prince. Lust consumed your blood and you gripped the plush bedclothes, cunt throbbing with anticipation.

"It's time for you to have your fun. And for me to have mine," she replied, lips pouting in a smile before flashing her teeth in a delighted expression. In her hand she held a phallic shaped object and you knew exactly what it was. The base portion that was meant to be held sparkled with an array of dazzling cut gemstones. Rubies, sapphires, emeralds. The toy the Black Queen meant to fuck herself with gleamed with enough wealth to buy youself a comfortable new life – and yet for her it was merely another thing. An object to use for pleasure as her husband fucked her sweet little pet. She looked at Daemon with a tilt of her head, her body lax and open for the voyeuristic experience. Whatever was shared between them was private, meant for only husband and wife, and Rhaenyra bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

Daemon’s hands gripped your hips and your heart thumped to a new high. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered how many other women – or men, if the rumors you'd heard of the dragon prince were true – were in this position before. Words couldn't even form on your tongue. All you could manage was a sultry connection with Rhaenyra as your eyes stayed on her. Eager. Excited. Fucking elated. 

She began circling her clit right as Daemon lined himself up with you. His tip was swollen with as much need as coursed through you, and he pushed himself into your saturated core. 

Immediately your jaw slackened with a lusty gasp. He was so big, and so thick, and so hot, that the air was forced from your lungs. He pushed deeper and your eyelids fluttered, fingers gripping into the smooth quilts. With a final flex of his hips and thighs, he was fully hilted into you. 

The weight of his torso fell over your back. "If I were any smaller you'd be loose around me, whore," he hissed by your ear, one big calloused hand palming up the length of your spine until it reached the back of your neck. He held you there, mindful of his finger placement, before dragging his hips backwards. 

You barely had time to miss the delirious stretch of him, because when he snapped forward into you, an unrestrained moan shuddered through your form. "O-oh! Yes, Daemon, please…!"

He grunted as his grip tightened around your hip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh that padded there. "Was it your Queen who got this cunt so wet? Or was it me?" He asked, the slaps of his pelvis against your asscheeks quickly filling the bedchamber. The natural clench of your body had his already hot blood boiling. The desire to relentlessly pound into you for his own high and pleasure clouded his mind. As much as he'd love to give into that primal part of himself, he wouldn't. There wasn't any fun in that. At least the kind of fun he and Rhaenyra were after.

"Both," you barely managed to say. He'd hardly been fucking you for longer than a few moments and already he had you cockdrunk and ready to drool into their expensive bedding. His pace and pressure hit you at all the right angles. You’d been with Rhaenyra and Daemon exclusively for a couple moons now, and you hadn’t the satisfaction of a cock in that time. The backs of your legs tightened. Your toes curled.

A dark laugh vibrated out from Daemon. "Look at you... already dazed out on my cock. Little slut. You don't get to finish yet," he said with a firm slap to your backside, pulling out and leaving you empty right before climax could wash over you. "Watch your Queen's perfect cunny take her toy." Pulling you by the hair at the back of your head, he turned your attention forward as he slid into you once again. His pace, while still as powerful, was slower this time. His balls slapped against your clit to add another level of obscenity to the lewdness of the night’s event.

The denial of your orgasm seemed to spur Rhaenyra on even more than she already was. The smooth leather wrap of the dildo shone with her slick. Her hips rolled in tandem with her wrist, and both were accented by her pants and whimpers of solo bliss. Pleasure relaxed her face. She grinned at both of you.

Wonderful tension coiled in the pit of your belly. Warm, and tight, and tingling, echoes of it reverberated throughout your entire body and your eyes closed with the sensations. Daemon’s grip hardly laxed, yet you still found the strength to push back against him to meet his thrusts. It was maddening. Beautifully maddening. Something – perhaps nothing – changed in his pace and the embers he’d been stoking threatened to combust. “I’m gon–... fuck, please, my prince… Don’t stop!”

Instantly, he pulled out of you and stopped. The entirety of his length was shiny with your arousal; even the hair of his groin was damp with you. He laughed when you turned your head over your shoulder to glare at him with wetted eyelashes. “You should see yourself right now. Pathetic.”

Rhaenyra’s ministrations grew hotter and sloppier, climax seeming to threaten her as well. Unlike you, she didn’t have anyone controlling the reins. The Black Queen gave into her pleasure and allowed orgasm to take her. Panting, shuddering, and glowing, she was lovely in the throes of her peak.

The squelching of her bejeweled toy sent Daemon half-feral. He flipped you over on your back, leering down at you as he squished your thighs flat against your breasts. You were bent in half and each thrust led him to the deepest parts of your cunt. You half screamed behind your hand, jolts of white hot ecstasy webbing throughout your senses as he fucked you. “Cover your mouth again and I’ll fucking smack you,” he huffed between throaty growls, relishing the sight of you and his wife alike. She was fucking herself again, greedy for more.

This had to be part of the game they were playing. The build up of your peak only to be denied at the last second… what a cruel thing to do. Emotion swam in your eyes until they were glassy from unshed tears. “Please let me come!”

Again, he pulled out from you. Again, you glared with a half sob. The muscles of your legs shook and your scalp felt fuzzy. He wasn’t going easy on you and you wondered how long he could do this before he drowned beneath a crest too. Tears pricked from the outsides of your eyes to roll behind your ears. He almost lost it right then and there. “No,” he smirked coldly. Muscles flexed and tightened as he positioned you up on your knees: his front to your back, you facing Rhaenyra, one arm holding you flush to him as the other gripped your hip. “She likes it when you cry. Let’s show her more of those pretty tears, hm?” He rasped by the shell of your ear, pushing into your overly sensitive center.

A sheen of sweat covered Rhaenyra. The fingers of her free hand played with her clit now, too, edging her bliss as long as she could.

Daemon palmed your breasts and squeezed your nipples. His pace was near brutal now; sweat slicked between your bodies through the control and exertion. “Gods… it’s too much! Please, your Grace, my prince…!” You begged through broken moans. Just as your body began shuddering against Daemon’s, he stopped all he was doing and let his cock slip out of your bullied walls. You sobbed fully this time. Tears fell down your face. Desperation washed over you. They were cruel – both of them – never had they strung you along like this.

“Poor sweet little whore. Begging and crying. It should be your Queen you’re begging to. Let’s give her one more orgasm, yeah? Then maybe she’ll let you finish on your prince’s cock.” 

As if together, Rhaenyra’s self-driven thrusts matched Daemon’s as he began taking you yet again. You couldn’t think straight. Could hardly keep your blurry eyes open. You cried out whimpered moans of their names and begged through broken syllables. It was too much. All of it was too much. Daemon’s cock felt so fucking good it took everything you could muster to not give in to your body’s primal desires.

Fresh tears clumped your eyelashes. Rhaenyra found her second climax at the sight of them. Her chest heaved with the force of it; soft abdomen rolled with the release. Creamy slick coated her dildo and her actions finally slowed before stopping; core too sensitive to take anymore.

“Come now, girl,” Daemon cooed, fingertips swiping and circling over your clit. You didn’t need to be told twice. Once your orgasm took hold of you, you nearly blacked out with its intensity. Never in your life had you experienced something like this, and if you weren't already teary you would have cried real tears with the release of such a high build up. 

Your gripping and convulsing walls were too much for the Rogue Prince, too, and he barely pulled free from your depths to release his seed into the air. Ropes of it landed atop the bedding – white against the dark material – and he groaned like a beast at your back. 

You slumped forward, wholly spent, and Daemon carefully moved from behind you. Laying on your belly you looked between Daemon and Rhaenyra, laughing. "Seven Hells… maybe next time there could be a little warning?"

Sweat and sex hung in the air and it took all of you a few moments to gather yourselves from the fervor of shared passion.

"That takes some of the fun out of it though," Rhaenyra answered after a few moments as she walked to you with a clean washcloth. She had a silk robe wrapped loosely around her. She bent to kiss your forehead. "You did very well for us tonight, little dove. If you truly wanted it to stop, you know all you needed was to say something."

"I know," you replied, cleaning yourself up. "Thank you."

"My lord husband wasn't too rough with you, was he?" She asked sincerely.

You laughed again and shook your head. "No, your Grace."

He smirked at your answer, as did Rhaenyra. "Good," she said. "We can all remember that for next time."

The three of you finished cleaning up with light-hearted chatter and soft touches. Afterwards, wine and a late night snack were shared. When sleep finally overcame you, all of you were a tangle of limbs and silk in the big bed.

-

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#house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon smut #rhaenyra smut #daemyra #daemyra smut #daemon x rhaenyra x reader

[acknowledge-reigns]

Nonsense | Roman Reigns x black fem!OC - 18+!!!!

Warnings: Bratty sub, fingering, orgasm control/denial, Daddy/Sir kink, Praise (good girl) , teasing, begging, vaginal sex, semi-public play (possibility of being heard), pet names (babygirl, my love), dirty talk.

Description: Roman and Lilah have some fun on his private jet.

Other stories featuring Roman x Lilah include: Jealous, 34+35 and There Goes My Baby.

My entire Masterlist can be found here.

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are about Roman Reigns NOT Joe Anoa'i.

Face claim: Jaylon Barron

From they moment they boarded the plane Lilah had been filled with anticipation. After a full day of being a brat Roman had instructed her to wear a short skirt and that she was not allowed to wear panties on their flight.

Luckily enough it would be just the two of them flying on his private jet to the Royal Rumble, aside from of course the flight crew who knew not to bug the tribal chief and his girl unless it was for emergency purposes.

Roman, his eyes smoldering with desire, leaned towards Lilah, whispering seductively into her ear. "How about we play a little game, babygirl?" he said.

Lilah's heart raced at the thought, her body tingling with anticipation. "What kind of game, Sir?" she responded, her voice filled with excitement.

Roman's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I want you to close your eyes and let yourself be completely vulnerable to me." he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Lilah's breath quickened as she closed her eyes, her heart beating with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She felt Roman's strong hands on her, his touch igniting a fire within her, never knowing where and what he'd do next but trusting him. With her eyes closed, Lilah felt Roman's hands slowly trailing over her body, his touch teasingly light. His fingers danced along the curves of her neck, down her collarbone, and traced the outline of her breasts over her shirt. Each delicate stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, causing her to arch her back in response.

"You remember your Safeword, babygirl?" Roman asked.

"Pickles" Lilah responded.

"Good Girl" Roman said.

His lips brushed against her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine once again. "You're doing so well, my love. I need you to be quiet for Daddy, okay? Spread your legs for me."

Lilah surrendered herself to the game nodding as she leaned back in the luxurious leather seat spreading her legs wide, His touch grew bolder, his fingers exploring every inch of her body, setting her body ablaze with desire."Shhh.. Shhh. Such a good girl for your tribal chief." Roman said as he lifted her skirt, "Such easy access for me, babygirl. I bet you're already soaked for me, aren't you?" Roman said with his signature cocky smirk.

"Mm Yes, Daddy. Just for you, my tribal chief." Lilah said.

He then slowly, teasingly, began to trace his fingers along her inner thighs.

Lilah squirmed with pleasure, her body aching for his touch. Roman took his time, savoring every moment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he plunged his fingers deep inside of her, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Looks like this little pussy is acknowledging me, baby." Roman teased as he fingered her roughly, his fingers moving with a force and speed that left her breathless. Lilah, lost in the throes of passion, begged for more, her voice hoarse with desire.

Roman chuckled a bit at her plea pulling his fingers out and leaving her wanting as he licks her juices from his fingers.

"Beg for it, Lilah," he growled, his deep voice driving her wild.

"Please, Daddy, " she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I need you."

Roman's lips crashed down on hers, his tongue invading her mouth as he claimed her as his own, his hands once again roaming over her body as he explored every inch of her. She writhed beneath him, her body begging for more.

"Please, Daddy," she begged, "I need you inside me."

He grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "Come on now, babygirl, you can beg better than that. Beg the tribal chief."

"Please, Roman," she cries out, her body wracked with need. "I need you. Right here right now, my tribal chief. I need you to fuck me on your private jet, daddy, please."

With a triumphant laugh, Roman plunged into her, his hips pistoning as he took her roughly, pounding her pussy.

She tried not to scream in pleasure, her body shuddering as she eventually came undone beneath him as the plane soared through the clouds, their passion reaching its peak as they enter the mile high club together.

After getting cleaned up and dressed Roman wrapped Lilah in a warm blanket he had requested from one of the flight attendants and held her close, whispering soothing words in her ear.He reminded her of how good she had been, how obedient and submissive. He praised her for her efforts, telling her how much she pleased him.

Lilah snuggled closer to Roman, soaking up the affection and praise. She knew that she had pleased him, that she had been a good girl for her tribal chief. And that thought filled her with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

"You want a snack, babygirl? some water?" Roman asked asked.

Lilah, still lost in the afterglow of their session, simply shook her head. She didn't need anything, not right now. She was content, happy even, to just lay there in Roman's arms, basking in the love and affection that he so willingly gave her.

The private jet continued to soared through the sky, taking them to their next destination. But for now, they were content to just be, together, in their own little bubble of love and affection.

#roman reigns #the tribal chief #wwe roman reigns #head of the table #the head of the table #the only one #joe anoa'i #the bloodline #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fanfiction #Spotify #Roman Reigns x black fem OC #roman reigns x black reader

[bugs1nmybrain]

If possible may I request Tomura Shigaraki x chubby reader head cannons? Your writing is so wonderful and I can’t wait to read more!

Admittedly I want nothing more than to just cuddle Shigaraki into my chest and nuzzle my face into his hair. 💚

I've wanted to do this prompt for a while, actually! Just haven't gotten around to it. My chubby ass totally needs this as well. I hope this is good. I also hope you don't mind that I'm throwing some NSFW in here, I can't help myself (it's not actual sex, just Shigaraki being a lil horny)

Tomura x Chubby Reader Headcanons ♡☆♡☆

Warnings: NSFW (nothing extreme), chubby reader, fem-reader, Shigaraki calls you a fatass but it's out of love I swear

Minors Don't Interact

Oh you best BELIEVE he's a chubby chaser!

Thick ladies turn him on so much it's not even funny

Watch it because he'll grab and poke and pinch at you whenever he feels like it

He kind of makes fun of you for your weight, but I swear he's not doing it because he thinks you're ugly or anything. It's the exact opposite. It's more of an endearing insult when he does it

When he wants your attention he'll just drop the bomb, "hey fatass, come here."

Pisses you off to no end, but make no mistake he loves you to death

He absolutely adores it when you're around while he's playing video games so he can just wrap his arms around your soft tummy with his controller in his hands

He'll force you to snuggle with him because he loves how your plushy flesh feels on his fingers and pressed up against his body

Will absolutely show you off. You're his pride and joy! He'll encourage you to wear clothes that show off how thick you are because he loves the eye candy (but will get pissed whenever someone looks at you, it's a complex)

He'd never be ashamed of you, either. If someone has an issue with you, they can shove it. You're his girlfriend after all, and you're hot

If anyone ever insults you for how you look he's beating them the fuck up, no questions and no hesitation. He's the only one who's allowed to call you a fatass.

He loves pinching your fatty areas to get your attention. His favorite areas are your thighs, ass, and upper arms.

SIT! IN! HIS! LAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He needs it so bad

For real though because he'll pull you down to sit on him whenever Dabi or the other guys are around because he needs them to know how lucky he is to have such a cutie like you for a girlfriend

He'll brag about you, too.

"You think your girlfriend's hot, you should see mine. Ass for days."

You're probably the only person who could mellow him out. Sure, when you're around others he's going to abuse the PDA, but when it's you two by yourselves, he's actually kind of a sweetheart.

He'll spend all day just holding you close and squishing your tummy because you're his favorite person

He holds on for dear life because he's so afraid of losing you. He's scared shitless that one day you're going to just up and leave him so he savors those moments

Will smack your ass or thighs whenever he wants because he thinks it's hilarious to see your reaction. He's actually not very rough. Usually, they're playful little slaps. He'll only hit enough to see a red mark if you're having sex and in the mood for something a little rougher

Because honestly, that's so hot to him, too. Seeing the print of his hand on your thick ass makes him leak

He loves seeing your flesh bulge between his fingers it makes him so flustered!

He turns into a giggly little girl around you sometimes because you're so cute

If you get insecure about your body he'll literally tell you to shut the fuck up. He gets it, he truly does. He even feels a little sorry because he doesn't want to see you hurting like that. But you're so sexy, he doesn't know why you insist on doubting yourself

He'll tell you how hot you are very frequently, especially if you're insecure. He wants you to know how attractive you are to him. You'll get absolutely all the praise in the world, though the comments he makes are kind of rude. It's his way of showing you he loves you

He loves his chubby princess so much, he'd destroy the world in your honor (not as if he isn't already trying to do that)

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x chubby reader

[fillinforlater]

On her paws

Male Reader x Kim Hyunjin

Length: 1618 words

Tags: pet play, kitten kink, feet kink, feet fucking, hate sex, degradation, cumming on feet, cumming on body, hate sex, always baked, punishments, cursing, chastity belt, choker are the best, daddy kink, Master, desperate_kitten!Hyunjin / Master!you

TW: lot's of feet and the usual degradation lol

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing

(A/N: just a short piece both Sooya and I wrote as a one off/connective piece in the "On her" Series. Enjoy!)

"Aeong!"

"Hyunjin! What did I tell you about posting feet pics online? I don't want others to see what belongs to me, you naughty kitten!" you growl and come storming into the house.

"Aeong?" Hyunjin meows again, this time as if to ask what you mean, and perks her head above the back of the couch she kneels on. It's one of many pieces of furniture she likes to jump and crawl on.

"Get over here now!"

You are not in the mood for games.

"You naughty girl, you filthy kitten. How dare you disobey your Master's rules, your Daddy's rules! I thought I trained you better than that…"

Hyunjin gets off of the couch and gracefully crawls to you, her huge, glowing eyes locked onto yours. You know her tricks, the ways she hopes to soften your heart, but not today. Hyunjin has crossed a line.

"Don't give me that look, kitten. Don't even think about rubbing yourself on me. You're so filthy."

Pinch her cheek when she gets too close and make her feel your anger. It's a bit petty, the way you pinch harder and pull at her face, yet Hyunjin gets the message. She tears up and her purr is but a whimper. You lean over and whisper to her.

"You're an ungrateful brat. You know how much time and energy I exhausted into saving you and your group members from the BBC shitshow?"

Without warning, you push her back so she harshly lands on her back. Then you grab her ankles and bring her feet to your nostrils and inhale like an addict.

"And now I'll take my payment. You'll be a good little kitten-whore for your Master, won't you? I will have my way with your feet and fuck them until I explode, is that clear?"

A tiny bead of salty water runs down Hyunjin's cheek as she nods. Her hands are up in the air like paws, and she squeaks when you lube her soles up with your spit.

Hyunjin is an expert in keeping herself clean and because kittens do not wear clothes, just a cute little choker, she is always ready to get used.

With one hand you massage the foot that is currently not in your mouth, with the other you rub along her slit. Hyunjin is so fucking sensitive on this part, you as her Daddy know and have to use it to punish her.

"Kitten… so sensitive, so fragile. Some things never change..." You take another whiff of her foot.

"Still smells delicious." You suck on her other gently, savoring her sole.

"Tastes delicious too. If you're a good girl, maybe I'll even fuck you. But first, how shall I punish you?"

Hyunjin does not answer. Go figure, she is a cat after all. Trying to talk to you through her eyes often ends in 'miscommunication' or rather, you doing what you know the two of you love.

"Hm, I think you deserve it in here," you think out loud while spreading her folds apart with two fingers. You can see Hyunjin's pussy twitch and suck on nothing. She wants to be stuffed badly, but you don't need to. You fuck so much pussy, so you can leave her waiting, begging with her large orbs and pouty lips.

"You want it so badly don't you kitten? You miss your Master's cock? Well, I want your feet, I need to fuck them first. My pleasure is always more important, so don't waste your time dreaming about me fucking your kitten-cunt before I cum all over your feet."

"Ang~" Hyunjin moans when you align both her feet with your crotch. Tug on your dress pants and let them fall to where they can't stop you anymore, nothing can stop you if you're quite honest. Hyunjin's defiance has you riled up, and with her feet right there, on your throbbing cock, you take what's yours.

You push forward and start to slowly thrust between her feet with your cock. The cute color on her cute toes glistens with your spit as you pump faster into the soft gap Hyunjin's soles form.

"Good, fuck," you growl and watch Hyunjin struggle to keep her paws up. "Your feet still feel nice, but it's been awhile since you've had any kind of idol training… Maybe they aren't as strong as they used to be. I'll have to test that out."

Hyunjin's forehead is covered in wrinkles. The fact that her Master doubts her abilities, her devotion to training—both for her idol-job and kitten-service—leaves her unsatisfied. She wants to prove you wrong, and she tries so by putting all her strength into her feet, creating a tight pocket for you to fuck into.

"That's a bit more like it, my little kitten. How about you try pleasuring me? Move those fucking feet."

Hyunjin mewls in disapproval, her pussy dripping wet, desperate for something to penetrate her deeply over and over again, but you snarl louder, snap her out of this defiant self-pityness

"Fucking move those feet! You're lucky I am even here right now. Your bandmates did similar things, some even worse and I still chose to deal with you first. Move your feet and get me off, what is the point of having a kitten pet if you can't do that?"

In slow pump Hyunjin starts what she has been trained for. Her tender feet create friction on your delicate skin, more blood streams to your crotch and you grow to incredible hardness. Hyunjin's feet strokes are special, but for some cursed reason you have to urge her to do it. A good, trained pet should do this on their own volitation— guess you still have a long way to go with her.

"God, why didn't you do this sooner? Fucking great. Stroke me with your kitten feet, and I might allow you to cum tonight."

Hyunjin's ears perk up. Cumming is her favorite word, she goes crazy over it. Deep instincts get triggered, which make her pumps sloppier, grippier, better, yet she seems less focused on you. It's like she is in her own world, wetting the floor with her arousal, while the arousal of her Master is an afterthought.

Your face turns from overwhelming blissfulness to annoyance at Hyunjin's absentmindedness, but real anger starts to bubble as you check your vibrating phone to see Yeojin snuck her feet into a pic as well.

"What the hell is going on with you LOONA girls?" you shout and spit on Hyunjin. "You're all defective!"

You grip her ankles more.

"I didn't tell you to space out! I can't even say 'cumming' without you turning into a brainless kitten? What good are you?"

"Meow" Hyunjin whimpers out and tries to focus back on you. Why does it always have to be such a grind, such an arduous task to make and keep them well-behaved? At least Xiaoting is showing rapid progress and Monday is still a good girl, but with all of LOONA defecting and the Miyeon debacle and—you can't even count all the betrayals, there have been too many.

Press Hyunjin's ankles from both sides, hold them steady and fuck your rage out through her feet. You have entered a different sphere, one, where orgasms don't matter. You can shoot ropes anytime and none of your stamina would drain, yet it also does not matter. The satisfaction is too little.

"Lie there and take it like a whore, kitten. That's all your worth. You don't deserve to cum today. What a fucking waste," you grumble spit on her again, straight to Hyunjin's bewildered, teary face.

White rains down on Hyunjin's upper body like snow, some of it gets stuck on her feet, and your repetitive pumps rub it all over the skin like a lotion. There are so many fun things you can do with such a kitten, but now you have to resort to a simple, really unsatisfying orgasm.

"Fuck, it can't go on like this."

You withdraw from Hyunjin's feet, then from her presence by moving to the most secluded part of your living room where a secret door awaits you behind a bookshelf. Whatever it is you get from there, it always spells either trouble or pleasure for the girls you're currently playing with.

Today, Hyunjin is in big time trouble.

"Put this on," you tell her, anger hidden behind a firm layer of dominance. "Then call off all of your schedules and plans for the next three days. You have to be straightened out."

"M-Master?" Hyunjin whimpers when she looks at the harness, chastity belt and paws with handcuffs in her hands. "I-I'm s—yes, of course."

"Good. Don't clean yourself, don't put on any clothes, don't speak a coherent sentence unless I say so. We have to start all over again."

You pull out your phone while searching for something to wear. Sweatpants and sweatshirts will do, enough with all the suits and dress pants. You're not doing business the next couple of days, though this will be a lot of work too.

Send Miyeon a short, unmistakable message, which she reads almost immediately. There is no need for her to respond as long as she arrives at your door asap.

Another message lands in the ITZY group chat, though it is only addressed to one of the members: Lia. The rest has been rather obedient, but oh God, Lia definitely needs some harsh reeducation. She is a liar and doesn't even try to get away with it.

"Things will be very different," you tell Hyunjin and close the handcuffs around her wrists. "Don't expect any mercy from me and don't—

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

[thoseboysinblue]

Trustfall

Part 2

Christian Pulisic x reader

You are one of Christian's closest friends in London, but maybe both of you want a bit more.

Word count: 4300+

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut

Song Inspo: Trustfall by Pink

Requested: No

Author's note: This one has been sitting in my drafts for well over a year, so let's pretend for a minute they are all still playing for Chelsea :)

Once you arrive at your apartment, you start making a cup of tea, turning on some music to help you forget that you are alone when you really don't want to be. You hear someone knock on the door of your apartment. It is strange to have someone at your door this time of night, but thinking maybe it is a neighbor needing something you go to the door, checking to see who it is. And there he is, Christian shifting nervously from one foot to the other in the hallway outside of your door.

"Hey, what are you doing?" you ask as you open the door inviting him inside.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you" he says fiddling with his sleeves nervously as he kicks his trainers off and follows you into your kitchen.

"Sure, I'm making some tea, or I've got beer, I think I'm out of your favorite, but there's whatever Mason and Ben usually drink in the fridge" you offer.

"Tea is fine" he says, sitting down on one of the stools at your kitchen counter throwing you a slight smile.

You pull out another mug and set about making his tea. Both of you remain silent until you finish making tea for the two of you. You don't even have to ask how he likes his tea, you've known that for ages.

You move around the counter, sitting the mug down in front of him and sitting on the stool next to him, turning to face him, your knees slotting between his.

"So what's up, why do you seem nervous?" you ask with a chuckle.

"I am nervous," he says as he takes a sip of the tea you'd made him.

"How do you do that?," he asks.

"Do what?" you answer back, knitting your eyebrows together in confusion as to what he is asking you.

"Know what I need without me asking? Know how I like my tea? Know my favorite beer, pre-game meal, and post game meal?" he rattles off several questions before stopping himself.

"Well, part of it is my job," you laugh quietly, "pretty sure I know how everyone likes their tea, so don't start thinking you are special," you grin as you sit your cup down on the counter to wrap your hands around the back of his neck.

"I'm not special, huh?" he says also placing his cup down next to yours so that he can settle his hands on your waist.

"I didn't see you making sure anyone else was ok last night, did I?" You shake your head.

"And who's bed were you in last night?" he asks, gaining a bit of confidence.

"Yours" you answer, your voice barely above a whisper, looking into those dark brown eyes you've grown to love as Christian inches closer and closer to you.

"And who's hoodie is this?" he whispers along your jaw, the warmth of his breath fanning across your neck sending a tingle down your spine.

"Yours, Christian" you say as you close your eyes, savoring the moment.

"Still not special?" he asks bumping his nose against yours, but the way your breath hitches at his closeness tells him all he needs to know.

"Look at me, please," he begs you to open your eyes. You do as he asks, your eyes opening to focus on his face just a few inches from yours.

"I should've told you this a long time ago", he says while continuing to hold eye contact with you. "I haven't because I've been scared. I'm not good at this kind of stuff. I'm worried I won't be enough and that I won't be able to give you what you need," he drops his gaze to the floor, his cheeks flushing pink at his semi-confession.

"Christian", you smile, your hands cupping the sides of his face, your thumbs lightly stroking the stubble of his beard. "It's just me, there's nothing to be scared about. Please tell me what you are thinking," you plead with him.

He looks back up at you, "I can't keep pretending like I don't have feelings for you" he says quietly, like he is confessing his innermost secret.

"I think about you all of the time. I crave your presence. I slept better last night than I have in months, because I had you with me. The only thing I could think about on my so-called date earlier was how I wished it was you. I know we are friends and I don't want to lose that, but I think you feel the same way. If you don't, we can pretend this conversation never happened."

"Christian, please don't…" you slightly stutter feeling him drop his hands from your sides as he presumes you are about to turn him down.

You slide your hands back around the back of his neck, "Please don't say you aren't enough, you are more than enough."

You lean in closer, ghosting your lips along his jaw as you whisper, "I feel the same way about you," pressing a gentle kiss to his neck, watching his Adam's apple move as he swallows dryly.

You tilt your head back slightly, your face still only inches from his.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks quietly.

You give him a slight nod and pull him closer to you finally pressing your lips against his.

The kiss is slow, gentle, and perfect; just like you'd always imagined as his lips slot perfectly against yours. Your heart feels like it might explode, beating away in your chest while you tangle your fingers in the back of his hair.

You change positions slightly so that you are standing between his legs wanting to pull him as close to you as possible. One of his hands settles on your lower back gripping onto the hoodie of his you are still wearing, while the other moves to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek.

You pull away from one another naturally, you lean your head slightly into his hand while continuing to scratch lightly at the back of his neck.

You continue holding eye contact with him as you both start to slightly grin at one another, that quickly turn into broad smiles and a bit of a laugh from the two of you.

"I've wanted to do that for so long" he tells you. "Me too" you answer him honestly.

He takes one of your hands, placing it against his chest so that you can feel his heart beating wildly, "This is what you do to me, y/n" he says pecking you on the lips again.

"Is that all I do to you?" you bite your lower lip slightly, gripping onto his shirt to pull him back to you.

"No, that's definitely not all you do to me" he says with a chuckle before crashing his lips to yours in a kiss that is feverish and hungry and full of pent up longing for one another.

His tongue runs along the seam of your lips before he dips it into your mouth, swirling around your own. His kisses lower along your jaw and neck as you tilt your head back slightly to give him better access, a breathy moan escaping your parted lips.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you moan" he says nipping his teeth slightly at your neck.

"I want you to make me moan" you answer, pulling him back so that you can kiss him again.

You hear him groan as you bite playfully at his bottom lip. "Y/N" he says barely pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. "Yes, Chris?"

"Do you trust me?" he breathes out as you nod. "Will you fall with me?" he leans back, searching your expression for an answer he hopes he already knows.

"Yes," you breathe out, eyes glistening, "yes, I'll fall with you, I think I'd follow you anywhere, Christian."

"I need to know you're mine, please tell me you're mine" he says bumping his nose against yours before peppering kisses along your jaw.

"Of course I'm yours, I've always been yours" you say with a giggle as his beard tickles along your neck.

"But I'm not sure why you'd want me, you could have literally anyone," you sigh causing him to snap his attention back to your face.

"You don't understand why I'd want you?" he questions, as you shake your head slightly.

"I want you because you are smart. And funny. And kind. And caring. And my best friend. And beautiful," he says while placing gentle kisses to your cheeks, eyes, nose, and neck between each statement, slipping his hands underneath the top you are wearing and lightly running his hands along your waist.

He feels you shiver as goosebumps erupt where he has touched your bare skin. "Do you like feeling me touch you, baby" he says biting slightly at your ear.

"Yes" you breathe, letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"Take this off" he urges, pulling at the bottom of his hoodie that you are wearing. You comply, pulling it up an over your head and dropping it on the floor.

"Add incredibly sexy to the list of reasons I want you" he says as his eyes dance over you before he dips his head to kiss along your chest and the tops of your breasts.

Christian stands up from the barstool he has been sitting on, lifting you up as you wrap your legs around his torso and he grips onto the backs of your thighs. You kiss along his neck as he carries you towards your room.

Once inside your room, he steadies you on your feet as you turn on the lights, but leave them dimmed. Christian presses a loving kiss to your lips, sliding his hands along the small of your back. "I want to take my time tonight, I want to learn what you enjoy, but we don't have to do this if you don't want to," he smiles, reassuring you that he is fine with taking as much time as you need.

"I've never wanted anything as much as I want you right now, Christian" you smile, pulling him towards your bed as you lift his T-shirt for him to pull over his head. He throws his shirt across the room, attaching his lips back to yours in a passion filled kiss.

His kisses lower along your neck and chest before he lowers himself onto his knees in front of you, continuing to place sloppy kisses along your stomach, enjoying the sounds he is already pulling from you.

He slides his hands under the waistband of the pants you are wearing, looking up at you to silently ask your permission before he pushes them down your legs. He taps your calf so that you can step out of them before standing back up in front of you and placing another kiss on your lips. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of kissing you" he mumbles against your lips as you giggle and shake your head, bumping your nose against his.

You quickly untie the strings his joggers and lower yourself down to place a few kisses along his torso and thighs as you slowly pull them down to the floor before he steps out of them. You admire his toned physique, the sight of his hardened bulge causing you to bite your lip.

He clears his throat, causing you to look up at him from your current position. He cocks one eyebrow and chuckles lightly as he pulls you back to your feet, causing you to blush slightly.

"There will be plenty of time for that later, tonight is about you" he says pulling you onto your bed with him, both of you kissing playfully as you work your way towards your pillows.

Christian snakes his body between your legs, holding the weight of his upper body on his hands, hovering his face just above yours, "Baby, I'm going to need you to let me know what you like. If you want it faster, slower, harder, softer, you have to let me know. Can you do that for me?"

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod silently, knowing that talking dirty and vocalizing your wants during sex aren't exactly something you are used to, but for him, you will do anything.

"I'm going to learn exactly what you need, but I'm going to need some help from you."

You nod again. Now even more nervous that you might somehow disappoint him.

Leaning down, he presses another kiss to your lips before moving to kiss along your jaw and neck. Lowering himself slowly and gently kissing and caressing your body. "You're mine now, right?" He asks, kissing along the tops of your breasts. "Yes, Christian, I'm yours, only yours," you answer breathily.

You arch your back off the bed pressing your breasts further into his face as you feel his hands slide around to unclasp your bra. As the material around you loosens, you quickly remove your arms from the straps and fling it across the room. Christian lifts himself up a bit higher so that he can admire your now freed breasts. Your nipples harden while his eyes, darker and full of lust, wander over your body.

He brings one hand up to cup your left breast, rolling your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. You gasp and let out a quiet moan.

"So beautiful, baby, you are so fucking beautiful, you know that right?"

You shake your head, not really considering yourself in the same category of beauty as the girls you know footballers typically hang around.

Not satisfied with your answer, he gives your right nipple a flick with his tongue, eliciting another gasp from you, "you are beautiful, y/n, and I'm going to make sure you know how beautiful I think you are, every single day."

While sucking and flicking over your right nipple with his tongue he continues rolling your left nipple between fingers before palming your left breast. Kissing along your breasts and switching to use his mouth on your left nipple while rolling and pinching the right between his fingers, uttering "mine" as he explores your exposed upper body with his mouth and hands while continuing to pull quiet moans from you.

As he reaches the top of your lace underwear, he hooks his thumbs under the delicate material and looks up towards your face silently asking permission to remove them. When you lift your hips a bit, he slides the material down your legs tossing them onto the floor.

Christian takes his time slowly kissing up each of your legs leaving you in a whimpering mess beneath him. When he reaches the tops of your thighs, he slows down even more, taking the time to mark the inner aspect of both of your thighs with purple bruises. Tilting his head back slightly, he smirks at the marks he's left knowing they are in a place only he will see.

You lift your head up enough to make eye contact with him, silently pleading for him to touch you where you need him the most.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" he asks you teasingly.

"You, I want you, I need you, Christian," you beg thrusting your hips up inching your way closer to him. "Me, huh? You want, sorry, you need me?" he grins back at you sliding two fingers along your entrance and up your already soaked folds returning them to your entrance again before slipping them inside of you.

You drop your head back down on the pillows and arch your back, letting out a quiet moan as he curls your fingers inside of you.

"Yes, yes, I need you," you breathe out as he lowers his face to flick his tongue over your clit.

Your hand instinctively grips into his hair as you press yourself closer to his face earning a little chuckle from him as he takes in exactly how you like for him to touch you.

He moans at the taste of you, savoring the moment he's been waiting for for what feels like forever, the vibrations from his moans cause you to gasp. He continues flicking and sucking at your clit while working his fingers inside of you hitting you perfectly against your g-spot while he slowly devours you.

"Let me hear you baby, I want to know how good I'm making you feel," he says barely above a whisper as you continue to pant and moan his name writhing beneath his touch.

You feel your orgasm brewing and you silently wish you could hold it off so that you could enjoy everything Christian is giving you for as long as possible, but you know you can't.

"Chris, I'm gonna" you breathe out a long and strangled moan as your orgasm washes over you, feeling yourself clench around his fingers as your back arches off of the bed. He slows his movements only slightly to help you through your orgasm and when he feels you relax around him his slowly withdraws his fingers licking them clean and placing a few delicate kisses along your thighs as he moves his way back up your body.

He slowly kisses you, pressing his tongue past your lips so that you can taste yourself, drawing another moan from you as he laces his fingers with yours. You take your free hand and slide it down his body, reaching the waistband of his boxers, dipping your fingers just below it and pushing them down a bit. He helps you lower his boxers enough to free his hardened cock before sitting up to push them the rest of the way down his thighs and kick them loose from his legs.

You reach to wrap your fingers around his length hearing him groan in response as you begin to work your hand up and down him circling your thumb around his tip and spreading his already leaking pre-cum.

He leans back down pressing his forehead to yours as he kisses you passionately slipping his hand over yours and takes over stroking himself. You move your hand to slip it into the back of his hair as he runs the head of his cock up and down your folds bumping at over your overly sensitive clit before moving it back to your entrance. You hitch your leg up over his hip pulling him into you, silently encouraging him to give you what you want.

He pushes himself into you as he moans "fuck, y/n" and drops his head into the crook of your neck before starting to slowly thrust. "You have no idea how fucking amazing you feel" he grunts before kissing you again picking up the pace slightly as you lift your leg just a little higher deepening the angle he's thrusting into you at, causing your head to fall back further into your pillows and your eyes to roll backwards.

He takes advantage of your exposed neck and places a few sloppy kisses along your neck and jaw dropping his head further to flick his tongue over your left nipple causing you to gasp and clench tighter around him. He smirks at your reaction before kissing you again, switching to roll your nipple between his finger and thumb.

"Shit, Christian", you pant as you grip onto his bicep feeling another orgasm brewing embarrassingly fast. You place your fingers against his lips and he opens his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and sucking on them slightly coating them in his saliva. You snake your hand between your bodies, circling over your clit slowly.

Christian also lowers his hand down your body, pressing slightly on your lower abdomen. The added pressure from him intensifies everything and you feel him even deeper, dragging himself perfectly against your walls hitting that sweet spot inside of your with each thrust.

"Chris, keep going, just like that, please don't stop," you breathe out, through a few strangled moans, continuing to moan and pant his name knowing you were dangerously close to another orgasm.

"Open your eyes for me, y/n," he whispers like a prayer. You force your eyes open to be met with his dark brown eyes, pupils blown out as he stares down at you. "Are you gonna cum for me again?" he manages to get out through a few moans and grunts of his own. "Yes" you moan as you begin to clench around him.

He crashes his lips to yours, both of you swallowing each other's moans as you reach your highs together, him spilling into you and stilling himself deep inside you as he feels your walls flutter and clench around him. He thrusts lazily a couple of times before collapsing onto your chest with a whimper of your name.

Your hand instinctively moves to gently scratch the back of his head as he intertwines one hand with yours placing delicate kisses to your exposed skin as you both work to calm your breathing while laying in silence.

You wince as he pulls out of you, rolling onto his side and pulling you close, neither of you quite ready to let go of one another. Your quiet, gentle kisses soon turn into giggles as he begins to pepper kisses along your jaw and neck.

He brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear as he places a kiss on your forehead. "I can't believe that just happened" he says grinning at you while you shake your head sharing his disbelief. "Took us long enough," you answer, placing a kiss to his collar bone as he skims his fingers along your naked back.

"You didn't do a very good job of telling me what you wanted though" he leans back, cocking one eyebrow as he makes eye contact with you.

"You didn't seem to need many directions" you relply, your cheeks flushing pink.

"True" he smirks back at you cockily, "and we're only going to get better. I'll work out your kinks eventually, whether you want to tell them to me or not," he says before placing another gentle kiss to your lips.

You sit up and stretch, letting out a content sigh before scooting out of bed to make your way to your bathroom to clean yourself up a bit.

You admire the marks Christian had left on your thighs for a few minutes before brushing the tangles out of your hair and returning to your bedroom.

As you enter the room, Christian has turned off the lights and is snuggled under your duvet. He watches attentively as you slip back into the bed, reaching his arm out to invite you to cuddle into his side.

You press yourself against him resting your head on his chest as he begins to softly trace shapes along your side. Your fingers dance along the lines of the tattoos on his arm, "I've always thought these were beautiful," you say quietly before pulling his hand to your mouth, lightly kissing his fingertips. He hums lowly, enjoying the lightness of your touch.

"You don't have any do you?" he asks softly as you shake your head silently.

"I've never really had a reason to get one" you answer.

"Maybe I can give you a reason to get one someday" he says barely above a whisper and you nod your head in agreement as your stomach somersaults at his insinuation of a future together.

"Christian," you whisper, placing a kiss to his chest as he hums, "when did you know you had feelings for me?"

"I think they've always been there, but the last international break I knew. You know how much I always love being at home, but suddenly I couldn't stand the thought of being away that long, of not seeing you everyday..." he trails off.

"Explains all the FaceTime calls," you giggle against his chest, warmth spreading in his belly at the sound.

"I think that's when I knew too," you breathe out, "caught myself looking up flights to the States, thought about surprising you."

"I would've loved that you know," he says placing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I know, but I wasn't sure if it would be weird if I just showed up like that, and I was burried under a mountain of work at the time trying to figure out all of travel for the Champions League games," you shrug.

"You know, we don't tell you enough how much all of us appreciate what you do for the club," he smiles shifting so that he can lay beside you and look you in the eyes as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Just part of the job," you grin at him, closing the gap and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"Can we keep this between us for now," he asks quietly, "well at least between us and Mase and Chilly?"

"Yeah, of course" you smile softly.

"It's not that I don't want people to know, it's just that we have to think about how we handle things with the club," he says as he drags his fingertips along your arm, wanting to reassure you that he's not regretting anything or backing out on you.

"I know, it's fine, but there aren't really any rules that say we can't be together, especially since I'm not part of the coaching staff," you smile shyly.

"So you've looked into it," he grins at you.

"Maybe," you crinkle your nose at him.

"But at least it won't be unusual for us to be seen together or anything, we just have to keep it friendly for now, until we're ready to let everyone know."

"That might be harder than we think," he chuckles.

"It might be," you smile against his lips as he kisses you.

"Let's get some sleep, we can get up in the morning and run by my house to grab my training gear before we head in."

"That sounds like a good plan," you nuzzle your face into his neck leaving a kiss there before you drift off to sleep, the two of you tangled up together.

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Synopsis: After being snowed in from the winterstorm and your friends in neighboring cabins. What better ways to pass the time as the countdown to Christmas is near.

Pairing: Felix x GN!reader

WC: 1106

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Au/trope/genres: Fluff, smut, established relationship

Warnings: Auralism, cockwarming, pet names, I think that's it! Let me know if missed anything!

AN: Hello! I'll update everything soon as life been a bit chaotic! This is fast written so its not proofread. Banner credit to @kwanisms and divider to @cafekitsune

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You woke up feeling the chill in the air, sharing the warm embrace with your fiancé, Felix. It's been months before Stray kids in general even got a break and you were happy that all the members and their loved ones got to travel out for the holidays together. All deciding to take to the cabins in the mountains, being close by if they needed anything and celebrating as a big family when Christmas would be present. 

You got a text from your friend, Sapphira, that the snow is high outside and no way of getting anywhere unless they dug themselves out which isn't always advised. You sent back a Sapphire, and carefully untangled from Felix embrace covering him back up to enjoy the warm blankets checking on everything. You saw the snow outside being near halfway in the windows view with snow still falling outside. You hummed in thought going to the door, getting the knob and cautiously opening the door enough to look outside. Eyes widening at the snow being near the top of the doorway. You swallowed closing the door, locking it. 

You decided to check the fireplace and examining it. Deeming it safe as far as the snow not covering it. You started the kindling and paper to set the fire to warm the house to feel cozy to the start of the day. 

“Morning” 

You turned with a smile seeing Felix wear one of your coats over his white shirt to stay warm. You both discussed plans, texting the others, and decided to spend the day together in various activities from cooking to playing games to pass time. 

He made hot cocoa for you both to enjoy while you both cooked to eat soon. You blew on the warm drink before taking a sip, humming at the taste. 

“This tastes different, but in a good way. What did you put in here?” You asked curiously. 

“I adjusted it to your liking, but not too much to make it taste off or disgusting” He was careful, focused on cooking, but making sure to answer you properly. 

“Thank you” 

You watched him smile with some blush turning to peck your cheek then back to cooking. 

“Dinner will be ready shortly if you'd like to rest on the couch” He suggested as you took it heading to the couch getting comfortable, watching the snow fall, turning on some good music to help you both for the seasons and tastes. 

You finished your drink feeling the warmth seep in making you sleepy. Without realization you had fallen asleep. Felix checked on you after he called your name a few times with no answer. He smiled covering you up to make sure you were comfortable, adding more killing to the fire, and taking your cup to wash. He put food away to eat later and the rest for the gathering with your help. 

You woke up a little time later, rubbing your eyes looking outside getting dark out, but at least the snow stopped. Without hesitation you reached turning on the lamp for some light added to the fireplace burning in its own fiery life. 

You got up, heading into the kitchen to find Felix finding no trace, but a note.

“Left food for you to eat for the events ahead. Eat well love” 

You awed excited for what awaits. You found the food sitting down to eat at the mahogany colored table. You didn't rush, but instead savored the cooking you both did with a soft smile in happiness. 

After dinner, you cleaned up your mess putting the dishes away. You decided to head to the bedroom turning on the light in the hallway catching petals of red and white in front of the door, with green tassle around the doorway. You thought it was cute and to have a bonding night in the gentlest of ways as you both would when he was home. However, the closer you got the more you felt this night might be a little more different seeing the candle light in the room with velvet red coloring everything on the bed. The air felt romantic, but… you stopped holding your breath. 

His figure looked ethereal, but mysterious in the candle light and moonlight shining through the windows. No shirt on and muscles glistening wet, his hair tassled from the recent shower. He looked up acknowledging you with a smile. He beckoned you to him as you followed his silent command. You stopped as he stood up holding you against him gently.

“Felix..” 

“Love, I need you. Will you allow me?”

You blushed with a smile agreeing. How could you ever deny him when it's been months since you really got to do anything intimate. He slipped his sleep pants off helping you with your own as well. He lead you over getting the lube putting some on his hands. He rubbed himself with one hand, the other hand slipped inside you to prep you. Afterwards, he sat leading you down with his cock teasing your entrance, gaging your reactions. You reacted well, but he made sure you were okay before he continued pushing inside you until he was seated inside you letting you adjust. He gave a soft growl that surprised, leaning in by the shell of your ear making sure you faced him.

“My love” Felix breathed huskily with desire. “I'll make the time pass until Christmas” he added bucking into you making you gasp. It was rare he was this needy, but he was an idol with what comes natural in a relationship in love. A need and burning desire for you was ignited brightly. 

You shivered in anticipation as he cupped your face with his hands locking eye contact. 

“Keep your eyes on my, dove” 

You nodded, a shiver shot down your spine and arms at how husky his voice dropped, loving it, while looking into his earthen pools of life. He smiled moving his cock inside slowly teasingly, leaning in and kissing you tenderly loving how his lips mold perfectly over yours. He flips positions helping you move back onto the pillow as he stayed inside you. He reached over getting a blanket covering you both since there was a chill in the air of the room. He started moving inside you, arms on each side of your head picking up speed, leaning down above your face inches apart.

“It's going to be a long night” He whispered with a growl picking up his pace to see the reactions of yours. He was right, you were in for a long night into the holiday cheer. 

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hi i love your agatha fan fic so much ❤️ if your request still open, can you write fem reader ignoring agatha so agatha get her attention by masterbating in front of her and taunting her while she watch until agatha gets off making mess everywhere

You Just Want Attention.

Service top!Agatha Harkness x Power bottom!Fem!Reader

Word count: 633

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, A masturbates in front of R, R is packing, mentions of subspace, legal age gap(specific age not mentioned R is just younger than A)

A/N: Once again, sorry for the delay on this~

You might be younger than Agatha, but you swore she was more like a teenager when it came to just how horny she could be some days. All you were trying to do was get some work done. You worked for Stark Industries as a supervisor over the accounting department. You were going over the different budgets of things when Agatha had come into your office, saying she required your attention. You brushed her off though reminding her of your work. She tried convincing you to take a break, but you gave her what she dubbed ‘the mom look’ and pouted a bit before finding a seat on the couch that faces your desk.

At first you didn't take notice of what the witch was doing until a familiar little whimper came out her mouth. Your eyes flicking up at the familiar sound only to find your girlfriend with her skirt lifted up and rubbing. It seems she had forgone panties today.

“I don't remember giving you permission for that.” Your voice was harsh in its words, but Agatha just smiled, knowing she'd caught your attention finally.

“Just want you Sweetness. Need you desperately. Can’t you give me five minutes?” She was begging for you inbetween moans. You sighed,

“No. I have a deadline at five I can’t right now Aggie.” You turn your focus back to your work, still you could see Agatha carry on as if you weren’t there. Her moans pierced the air every so often as you worked. “If you’re going to carry on, you better at least ask for permission to cum.” All you got in response was a frantic nod.

Over an hour later she was a mess, you could see how wet she was from your desk. She'd asked you many times if she could cum, but each time you denied her request, making her stop touching just long enough that she could then build herself back up.

“Please sweetness. Please allow me to cum. Wanna show you how good you make me feel.” She asked. You had finished your work, just waiting for her to beg for a final time as you got up from your chair. You make your way over and sit at the coffee table right in front of Agatha's spread legs.

“Go on Mommy wanna watch you cum for me.” You say as you lean forward. Agatha's skin had been flush for a bit, but your words made the color darken. She loved these little moments. The little mind games the two of you played back and forth as she's finally allowed to come undone for you.

“Thank you sweetness. Thank you for letting Mommy cum!” She cried out, voice hoarse as you reach out a hand, letting your slender fingers run through her folds before bringing them to your mouth. Savoring her taste on your tongue before unbuttoning and unzipping your pants, pulling out the strap you'd been packing all morning. You'd been waiting to fuck her. Had even thought about making her cockwarm you while you worked, but the little show she displayed was fun in its own right.

Agatha stared wide eyed at the strap, her favorite purple strap. She her eyes had gone hazy before, but now they were like puddles melting.

“C-can't take more sweetness…” she tried to argue, but you both knew what was about to happen.

“Yes you can Mommy. Gonna take every inch of me and you're going to take everything I give you until I've had my fill. That's your punishment for being a slut who can't wait until I'm finished with my work.” Agatha could only whimper, looking up at you with wet, pleading eyes. Sure you called it a punishment, but Agatha was about to enjoy every second of it.

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