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sorrowsofsilence · 2 months

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Nightmares • Sebastian

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!reader (oneshot)

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut 18+ (fem!fingering, male!receiving, explicit language)

Prompt: You wake up from a nightmare, and your friend Noah finds a way to keep it off your mind.

Authors note: I know this prompt was requested a while ago, but I finally got it out hehehHEHEHE

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @th4t-em0-k1d @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies @spicywhenspeaking @gretaswhore28 @veronicaphoenix @lma1986 @calleyx13 @somewhere-diamond @talialovesmiw @auratheopossumwitch @blackveilomens @skulliecadaver-blog @silentglassbreak @darkmxgician

(some tags are from older one shots, so if you want on or off the tag list pls let me know! :3)

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <3

“I don’t want anything to do with you ever again.” He seethed through his tongue, piercing me with his harsh words.

“But-“ you whispered, barely able to make a sound as your stomach clenched with complete heartbreak.

You never should have admitted your feelings for your best friend.

Noah’s glare was grim as he pointed a finger into your chest, disgust radiating off of his tone, “I would never love someone like you.”

His words dug into your soul, breaking you from the inside out as if you were a worthless, disposable vase, shattering into unfixable pieces.

“Y/N,” he yelled, face inches from yours with a snarl evident on his face as he bore hatred into you.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes opened as you gasped, your body flying upward as you sat on the couch, chest heaving heavily.

Wet tear-stained cheeks left you gathering your bearings, before making eye contact with a concerned brunette, his auburn orbs furrowed with distress.

You coughed and choked on your saliva, breathing with intensity as you sobbed loudly, pulling the thin fuzzy blanket up to your throat in an attempt to comfort yourself.

With legs draped over Noah’s lap, the two of you were placed on the couch. Looking around the room in confusion as the blue light from the tv danced across the darkened room, you watched it illuminating Noah’s worry. The sound of the movie that you were long-gone from paying attention to, was muffled within your ears as they rang with anxiety, unable to focus on what just happened.

Right, you were watching a movie with him; but must’ve fallen asleep.

It was just a nightmare- but it felt so real.

Noah’s calloused hand reached out to you, his slender fingers delicate as he rested them on your leg, ghosting over the exposed skin from your shorts.

“Y/N,” Noah’s voice cracked with fret, “what happened?”

You sniffed as you wiped your eyes with your sleeve, shaking your head, “n-nothing, I just had a bad dream.”

Sucking in a hyperventilating breath, you sighed and Noah opened his arms, inviting you into his space.

You hesitated for a moment, something that he noticed, before he reached over to grab your shoulders and pulled you into him anyway.

You relaxed slightly once safe in his familiar arms, pressed against his chest. Your face nuzzled into his black sharingan hoodie, his cologne faint as it mixed with the smell of tide from his laundry. The fabric was soft against your s/c skin, and Noah’s fingers began cradling your head, running across your scalp and through your strands in a soothing motion.

His free hand rubbed up your back as you rocked gently, “did you want to talk about it?”

“uh, n-no.” You hiccuped.

Your heart pounded at the thought of telling him what happened in the dream. He couldn’t know it was about him rejecting you, saying he would never love you.

The two of you had only been friends for a couple of years, meeting at a record label party. You were talking to Matt about sound mixing and Noah had overheard; and you’ve been inseparable since.

You never intended to fall in love with him. Of course you’ve always found him handsome, but there wasn’t ever an initial crush. However as you got to know him, his humour and personality sucked you in, leaving you completely whipped; and lost.

It was easier to believe he would never feel the same, because you were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

Noah sucked in a breath, “are you sure? I’m pretty worried about you right now, not gonna lie.”

Shrugging, you squeezed onto his body and clung to him. Noah’s small circles on your back delved lower and lower before sliding underneath your crew neck, inviting himself to trail his nails along the bare skin of your back. He traced rhythmic patterns, leaving the skin goose-bumping and tingling.

He always did that when you were anxious.

“One second you were quietly sleeping, the next you were thrashing and crying.” He whispered, resting his cheek on your head. He was genuinely worried, and you knew he cared about you; despite the harsh words that came from the dream.

You exhaled heavily, easing into his touch, “It’s okay, it was just awful… I don’t want to talk about it.”

Noah hummed, agreeing warily. You twisted your body so you were resting your back against his chest and snuggling into his arm that wrapped around you, before turning your attention back to the movie. His hand still rested along the skin beneath the sweater, holding onto your side.

You had no clue what was going on in the movie, but the two main characters on screen were heavily kissing, and beginning to strip. You and Noah watched in silence, ignoring the awkward tension that began to build as you held each other to the sex scene unfolding ahead.

With puffy eyes you wiped your cheeks again and began focusing on breathing, worried he’d notice the way it hitched as the characters loved each other. Your mind raced as it replayed the nightmare over and over again.

Noah’s torso stiffen, his hand on your side hesitating for a moment, before circling the skin again. He ran his hand across your stomach, soothingly.

You pretended to be focused on the movie, and so did Noah, but knew his attention shifted once his fingers tailed further down, the tips treading dangerously close to the hem of your shorts.

He dipped his fingers just between the waistband, running them across your abdomen, the skin tingling at the sensation.

Sucking in a shaky breath as he pushed his hand down further, touching the top of your underwear; you felt your stomach churn in anticipation.

“What are you doing?” You asked nervously, confused at his actions. Noah’s always been touchy with you, whether it was playing with your hair, holding and hugging you, or tickling your skin; but this was something different- something blurring the line between friendship and more.

His chest vibrated as he spoke, a sultry touch added to his tone, “Maybe, if you’re comfortable,” his fingers continued to slide further down, now between your underwear, “you need a little distraction?”

Your heartbeat quickened at his words, a mix of confusion and excitement washing over you. Noah’s fingers lingered for a moment, waiting for an answer.

“What do you mean?” You whispered and felt him smile as his chin rested on the top of your head.

“I can tell you’re overthinking,” He said gently, “so, let me give you something else to focus on?”

The muscles of your thighs clenched at his words as lust washed through you. Of course, you’ve thought about Noah’s inked fingers; there have been many times you imagined your own were his during nights fated to lustful thoughts.

As the room felt smaller and smaller, your mind began to wander to dirty images of succumbing to Noah, the nightmare beginning to wash away.

Nodding slowly you questioned him, “like?”

A breath caught in your throat once his fingers dipped against your sensitive skin, pressing small circles with the pads of his middle and ring fingers.

“This,” his voice hoarse and hungry.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as Noah’s fingers slid between your folds, the slick arousal coating his fingers as he teased your entrance.

“You’re soaked, and I’ve barely done anything,” he chuckled, and your face flushed from embarrassment. Everything about him turned you on, and now he knew.

You hummed, too nervous to make a sound as his fingers sank into you. With your head tilted back to rest it onto his shoulder, you closed your eyes, afraid to look at Noah who was peering down.

Noah’s free hand ran up underneath your shirt, passing your chest before stopping at the nape of your neck.

“You’re allowed to moan,” He chuckled, his fingers curling.

Laughing lowly, your hips beginning to rut towards his touch, “Well then, I’m going to need you to make me.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Eyes fluttered open to his, a sly smile playing on his lips.

Noah’s dark eyes flickered to his hand that pleasured you, watching how you pushed and pulled from his touch, his mouth agape, almost moaning himself. His repetitive motion left you crumbling, body close to release.

His fingers continuously curled towards your pleasure, his thumb pressed against your clit as he skillfully gave you everything he had. His free hand slid from the base of your neck, grabbing hold of your chest, squeezing.

Noah’s fingers slid up, the pads rubbing along aggressively, stimulating every desire you have ever had. At that moment a moan escaped your throat and he smiled widely, encouraging him to go even faster.

“There you go,” He groaned in contentment and you felt him harden below. Your fingers gripped his thigh, nails digging into his skin as eyelids lowered in rapture, stimulating that you were seconds away from release.

“Oh fuck,” you cried as you came, your other hand gripping Noah’s that held you from above your shirt, squeezing as your abdomen clenched. Legs began closing around his hand as Noah worked out your orgasm, refusing to stop until you pushed him away.

With heavy pants you sat up, turning to face Noah who smiled, taking his fingers into his mouth and licking your release off of them. The tension between you two grew stronger as his hand then slid to the top of his cotton shorts, palming his erection that pushed tauntingly against the fabric.

You watched hungrily, mind no longer thinking about the nightmare from minutes before; but instead wanted to see how far he’d be willing to go- just this once.

“I think I need more of a distraction,” you said delicately, adrenaline taking your racing heart. Without a second thought, you then straddled Noah on the couch, grinding into him as his fingers gripped your hips.

Your body began aching for Noah’s touch again, craving him as his auburn eyes flicked between your own and your lips. You leaned down as his hands travelled up your body, gripping your face as he broke the distance and kissed you desperately. You couldn’t help it as your stomach grew butterflies, his soft lips devouring your own in a hungry kiss, lips open as his tongues pushed against each others.

A guttural groan escaped Noah as he kissed you deeper, the beat of his heart vibrating against his chest in excitement. His hands glided down to follow every curve of your body, pushing and pulling against the skin with need. His hands landed on either side of your hips once again before gripping your ass, pushing you into his arousal, frantic for friction.

“I bet I can make you come without even touching you,” you teased and spoke into his lips, rutting back and forth along his covered length.

Noah chuckled darkly, “I guarantee you could,” his breath quickened, “but I’ve dreamed about your lips wrapped around my cock too many times to let that happen the first time.”

Pausing for a moment, you stared down at him, almost shocked at his words. His smile was radiant as he brought you into another haste kiss, feeling giddy as you two melded into one.

Dream, about you?

“Really?” You whispered, barely audible. You shoved the surprise to the back of your brain, kissing him eagerly one more time before sliding off his lap and onto the floor. Positioning yourself between his legs, you then gripped the hem of his shorts as he watched every move, analyzing each touch.

“I need you Y/N,” he replied as you pulled his shorts down, his arousal breaking free and standing hard against his stomach. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as you gripped him, beginning to stroke up and down.

Noah ardently pushed into your hand and watched with furrowed brows. You then slowly licked a strip up his length before taking him into your mouth fully.

Swirling your tongue along the tip, you then began sliding down, lapping and sucking. Listening to his moans left your knees weak, barely supporting yourself below, succumbing to his need.

Noah’s fingers tangled in your hair as he held it out of your face, admiring you worshiping him. His head fell back in pleasure as you took your free hand to stroke what was free at the base, rubbing his skin firmly but in a delicate manner.

“Jesus fucking Christ Y/N,” his groan deep and lewd, the sensation of your mouth wrapped around him leaving Noah crumbling to the touch.

You wanted to take an orgasm from him, but weren’t sure whether you wanted him coating the back of your throat, or breeding your insides.

“So,” you licked up Noah again before pulling back, stroking him with a hand as you spoke, “do you want to come in my mouth…”

You trailed off, before looking up at him devilishly through your lashes, “or inside of me?”

Noah’s slanted-slutty grin and lidded eyes told you everything, but his words reassured you completely, erasing any signs of doubt you had from the nightmare.

“I’ve always wanted to make every inch of you mine.”

#bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #bad omens band #noah sebastian davis #metalcore #Noah Sebastian smut #bad omens smut #smut #nightmare #bad omens fic #smut oneshot #best friends smut

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ilys00ga · 3 months

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𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀.

➞ pair: yoongi x reader.

➞ genre: hurt/comfort (why do I keep making these lmao), established relationships, I'm so bad at tagging sorry.

➞ warnings: angst and fluff cuz we all need that (we really do). reader has anxiety and abandonment issues, yoongi is trying his best for the sake of both of them, just relationship things.

➞ A/N: requested by @parkjennykim, this was very fun to write! thanks for yet another idea <3 I hope u like it. I'm organizing this blog/post (?) while listening to mono, and let me tell yall, it's such a vibe omg. I think you should read this while listening to that album, I love it sm, I can't even begin to explain UGH- if namjoon ever goes on a world tour, he better perform every single song in that album, cuz imma be losing my mind in the crowd, esp during moonchild. my vocal cords are already getting sore. yeah. if u want this to hit that spot, maybe u should do what I said (this is a friendly order, if u will). if not, just enjoy and pls ignore any mistakes, english has been challenging me recently (for the last 10 years lmao)

ps. I am in a dire need of a yoongi in my life. specifically the one I wrote in this one. oh how I love being a lonely fanfic writer <33

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God knows how long it had been after it hit midnight when Yoongi stood in the kitchen. His eyes were red and heavy with drowsiness, but he couldn't sleep that night.

How does one sleep through a restless, biting night?

Surely not with a bad headache, or overflowing thoughts, and especially not with guilt chewing on his core.

He gulped, throat begging to be quenched as it held onto a slight, delicious, yet bothersome burning sensation. He opened the fridge and filled a glass with some water, raising it to his lips when loud a cry of his name, followed with a thud and a number of sobs, disturbed the quiet of the night and made him jump, startled.

His limbs froze in their place, glass almost slipping his hand and crashing on the floor when his sleep deprived brain realized that the muffled cries were yours.

Wide awake, he dashed after the sound. Thirst and sleep no longer occupied his mind, all he could think of was holding you in his arms.

He found you on the stairs, trembling as you wailed into your hands.

He hated it so much: seeing you in pain. He wanted nothing more than to shield you from the rainfall of your gloomy sky, from his own rainfall, from the world. How could one be an umbrella and the rain at once?

He blinked, once, twice, then gulped and heaved a deep, tired breath.

One storm doesn’t require another storm to be calmed down, that he knew. One needs to be composed and collected to stand still during a storm, that he knew as well.

With worried eyes, he gently called out your name and walked up to you, “darling, what’s wrong?”

You looked up as soon as you heard his worried voice, some tiny sense of relief washed over you when you saw him right there. A hundred daggers digged so deep into his heart and bones, aching, the moment a broken whimper of his name fell from your lips.

Without a second thought, Yoongi hugged your face to his chest. One of his hands was patting your back and the other affectionately caressed your head.

As he listened to his name that never left your lips, Yoongi held you there on the cold of the stairs with nothing but sweet nothings whispered back to your ears.

Everything he did and said was so gentle and soft, like he was so afraid you'd crack and come to tiny bits and pieces at any given moment. It all made you want to cry even harder, to hold him so tight and never let go.

Soon, when your tears started winding down, pulled away and cradled your face with his hands, palms faintly pressing on your cheeks as if he hoped to share their warmth with you.

Tender eyes met your wet ones and stared as their owner’s voice made its way through the noise of your sniffles and hiccups. He said, “It’s alright. I'm here. Talk to me, hmm?”

You answered his plea with a small nod, before wiping your tear stained skin and hugging him again. He smelt like home. You took a deep breath, greedily feeding your lungs with his lovely scent.

He hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body closer to his. He pressed light kisses on your temple, patiently waiting for you to talk.

“I had a really scary nightmare. so, so scary- I woke up, didn’t find you there- then…then I remembered the fight we had earlier. I…I thought I lost you- I'm sorry. sorry for the stupid things I said earlier. I love you so much! please don’t leave. please..”

Your voice quivered with fresh tears ready to be spilled again. Yoongi started hushing you as soon as he noticed that you were working yourself up.

Squeezing you in his arms, he whispered “I never left, and I never will.”

“I’m all right, nothing happened to me, see?” he leaned away just enough to allow you to take a quick look at his body, then added, “a stupid fight is not going to make me leave. I love you way too much for that, and I'm sorry for hurting you too.”

He could still read fear and uncertainty all over your face, and he didn't like that. He knew that you trusted him, and he didn't doubt your love for him.

At first, he didn't get it. He didn't understand the insecurities, the anxiety and the nightmares you suffered from especially after the inevitably worst of arguments that happened between you and him. But after longer and deeper talks, with you expressing your feelings and him listening with careful ears, it made much more sense to him.

Sometimes he hated himself for triggering your alarms and making it harder for you, but he knew it was neither his fault nor was it yours.

Growth and pain are two key elements that come arm in arm with love, and fights are an unpreventable part of any kind of relationship. For all that, he always ended up blaming himself for making you question your worth to him when he can't even sleep without you happily cuddling his side.

Softly, lovingly, he started prepping tender kisses over your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, temples, all over your flushed face.

It worked like watching waving fields of green wheat dancing with the wind, your storm started to slowly die down and your heart felt at ease again. slowly, but definitely.

Smiling ever so affectionately, Yoongi sealed his reassurance with a loving kiss that consumed you whole, and it left the corners of your mouth curving up in a dazzling smile. You nuzzled his chest and sighed.

“I really hate fighting with you.” you mumbled into his clothed chest, drained and light headed from all the crying and nearly-a-panic-attack you went through.

“I know, I'm sorry. I hate it too." he whispered back.

There was a pause of comfortable silence, with both of you breathing each other in, before he wondered aloud: “did you fall down the stairs? are you okay?”

You chuckled breathily at his question, recalling the hysteria he had to deal with just a few minutes ago. But Yoongi was there, right beside you. your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso, right by your side.

He had some kind of exceptionally irrepressible magic in those fierce eyes and that gummy smile of his, you inarguably couldn’t be more grateful for that.

“I'm alright. Was too busy crying, I didn’t even feel a thing to be honest.” you said, and he giggled.

“I love when you’re clumsy like that, but please be more careful, muffin. Can’t have you hurting yourself because of me even more." Even with your face buried into the crook of his neck, you could feel and hear the heavy pout in that comment.

Huffing, you leaned away with furrowed brows and a strict gaze. Yoongi gulped. Hesitation took over him, yet he knew that honesty is the only thing that must be present to drive this conversation to an end.

Honestly brings clarity, he found himself reminding himself of that very often.

"as long as we take care of each other, it's okay. I love you." you affirmed, and perhaps Yoongi almost teared up because of the way you looked at him right then and there. He wouldn't utter a word to spoil that information out loud, though.

The shy grin and the flushed cheeks you were met with were worth risking the entire world and its eight billion residents. You couldn't help but smile and pull him into another hug.

"This is great and all, but my butt is numbed. I think there's no blood flowing down there anymore," he said, his heart swooning when you giggled at his humorous change of topic, so relieved that he was finally able to hear your brightness again.

"Let's go back to rest, darling." He stood up, grabbed your hand and squeezed it in his, then gently pulled your body up and dragged you to your shared bedroom, where everything and everyone else meant little to nothing at all as you laid in each other's arms.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi #bts #yoongi scenarios #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #bts scenarios #bts yoongi #yoongi angst #hurt/comfort #suga fluff #bts fluff #suga angst #suga fic #abandoment issues #bts imagines #bts fic

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peachypinkygloss · 9 months

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Omg can I pls request more of the Stockholm syndrome couple plsss 🥺

i can't say no sjsjsjh

erasing old memories (before crafting new memories)

You're his and nothing else matters.

pairing: jungkok x fem!reader

genre: romance may i say, eventual smut

warnings: mention (no explicit description) of injury on reader, stockholm syndrome, dub-con, a little kiss 🥺, 700 words.

a.n.: sorry if you wanted smut, but it takes way too much of my energy lmao... i don't intend to take regular requests (they're still closed), I was just feeling inspired!! and seeing how many of you liked it really encouraged me 😔

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

"It's okay, shh," Jungkook softly reassures, hugging you tighter.

He gently taps the cut on your head with the ball of cotton soaked in alcohol, pulling your face onto his chest. You cry a little, still not completely recovered from what happened minutes ago.

You thought he was gone outside when you had gotten up from the couch. He always locks the front door when he leaves, you know that, but you naively thought you could have found a way to escape.

After all, everyone has flaws, Jungkook could have made a mistake — could have forgotten to lock a window or to hide all the knives away. He didn't and this was your mistake to make; assume he was dumb enough to give you a way to escape.

"You learned the lesson, mh?" He questions, his husky voice sounding above you. He cradles your head, still patting the cotton ball on your wound. He blows on it, making you wince in pain. "Tell me, baby, will you try to run away from me again?"

He cups your face, lifting up your chin so your eyes meet his gaze. He raises his eyebrows, his silver piercing glinting under the light of the living room, intimating you to answer him.

You swallow thickly before shaking your head from side to side. "I won't," you eventually respond, looking down as holding eye contact with Jungkook is too hard.

You think if he hadn't come back just seconds after you had started rummaging through the drawers in the kitchen, obviously searching for a knife or a key, maybe you wouldn't have pathetically taken the rolling pin as a weapon and then he wouldn't have attacked you to defend himself.

You're not a fighter, but you tried and it didn't end up in your favour. Jungkook easily took the advantage over you, but you weren't focusing on anything other than attempting to hurt him, so you unfortunately tripped and your head hit the floor.

You were crying in his arms, him softly shushing you and telling you to take deep breaths. You gave up easily after that, believing that all of your future attempts would end up the same way; you hurt and him comforting you.

"No, look at me," he scolds and frowns at you. You execute yourself and lay your eyes on him again. "You have to promise me."

His hand shifts to your cheek, his warm palm touching your skin, making your stomach clench. Can you promise him that? Can you give him your life?

"I promise you, Jungkook. I won't try again," you whisper, feeling your heart beating faster as his gaze pierces through you, getting so much more intense, starting a fire in you.

You thought he would look satisfied or at least pleased with your response, but he seems relieved, pulling you in for a hug. He cradles your head, sticking it to his chest and stroking your hair.

"I know it's hard, but you'll get used to it," he murmurs. "You'll accept it, you'll accept us." It's his turn to make a promise, keeping you against him.

You back away a little, enough to tilt your head up and meet Jungkook's eyes. You glance at his lips, another piercing adorning his bottom lip. They look soft and inviting, maybe the reason you need to accept him as your new home.

So you get closer and he doesn't stop you, your lips brushing against each other, tempting him to just jump on you and do everything he wants to you and your body.

You finally settle your lips down on him, tasting him, reaching his heart hiding in the depth of his chest, beating fast like it never did before.

You like it, you love it.

You're more insistent and he responds to your demand, gently laying you down on the couch. You moan when his lips descend to your neck, biting and licking your sweet skin.

He likes it, and he loves it even more.

#🍑 [drabble game]#requests #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts drabble #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook drabble #jungkook fanfiction

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poemsforgyu · 6 months

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Summer Fling

1.2k words

warnings: smut (pls do not read if under 18), oral (f!receiving and m!receiving, blowjob, riding, pnv, slight angst?, happy ending!

A/N: So this is like the first smut I've ever written so please excuse it if it's bad. I'd love and appreciate some feedback!

You had decided to spend your summer in Seoul, South Korea on an impulse. You didn't want to waste another summer in your boring hometown with nobody to pursue anything with. On your third week of the trip, the night of June 15th you met him. You were out for a walk, just enjoying the chilly air when you saw him. He was tall and muscly, there was no way this man didn't work out daily. His black hair fell in loosely in his face and when he smiled he had little fangs pointing out. He was without a doubt the most attractive man you'd ever laid eyes upon. He was exactly why you had decided to spend your summer in Seoul instead of back home. You hadn't even realized how long you had been staring before the man was making his way over to you. "Like what you see?" He smirked, his voice like music to your ears. All you could do was blush before muttering out a quick apology. "No need to be sorry, I like it when pretty girls stare." He laughed as he saw your face getting redder. He made small talk with you and ended up getting your number, which was the catalyst to your summer love.

After a few dates you informed Mingyu that your stay in Seoul was only temporary and you both agreed what you had would be a casual fling. As the days flew by you guys spent more and more time together, knowing there would be no time soon. On August 28th, the last day of your stay, Mingyu had found himself knocking on your door. You opened the door, shocked to see him standing there as you had said your goodbyes earlier. "Mingyu what are you doing here?" You asked, moving to the side to allow him inside. "I need to have one last night with you." He closes the door, cradling the side of your face in his hand. "Mingyu my flight leaves early." You whisper, your weak attempt at trying to get him to leave. "I don't care." He mutters, leaning in closer and crashing his lips against your's. Any thoughts you had of Mingyu leaving dissolved once his lips were on your's. He taps the backs of your thighs, signaling for you to jump so he can carry you to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom he lays you on the bed, taking a moment to just look at you. "What are you doing?" You ask, blushing as you squirm under him. "I want to remember you just like this." He mumbles, kissing you again and trailing his lips down your neck. You let out breathy moans as his teeth scrape the flesh on your neck. You whimper his name quietly, tugging on the hair at the base of his neck. "Tell me what you need." He demands, pulling away from you. You whine at the loss of his touch and roll your eyes a little. "Please touch me Gyu." You plead, bringing his hand to the waistband of your pants. "Hmm, do you want me to touch you here?" He teases, brushing his hand against your clothed pussy. "Yes right there." You moan, trying to keep his hand right where you need it. "Ask me nicely." He says teasingly, hooking his thumbs in your pants. "Please Mingyu, please touch me, please." You beg, sounding more and more desperate with each plead. "Only since you asked so nicely." He grins, pulling your pants down along with your panties.

His lips trail soft featherlike kisses down your stomach, gently biting your thighs in between kisses. "Please stop teasing me." You whine, tangling your fingers in his hair. "Patience, baby." He laughs before kissing your clit. You buck your hips slightly at the feeling, Mingyu being quick to hold you in place. "Stay still or I'll stop." He says, leaning back down to suck on your clit. He eases one finger into you, curling it against your g-spot, making you tug forcefully on his hair. He slowly adds another finger, lapping at your pussy as if it was the first meal he'd eaten that day. You cry out, grinding your pussy against his face as he curls his fingers inside of you. Your stomach tightens as the feeling of your orgasm build up from Mingyu's tongue and fingers. "I'm so close." You cry, squeezing his head a little with your thighs. You feel his teeth lightly bite your clit and your orgasm rips through your whole body, making your back arch slightly off the bed, pushing his face closer to your pussy. His fingers slow as you ride out your orgasm and he gives your clit one last kiss. He brings his face back up to your's and kisses you, rubbing your clit in circles.

You sit up, motioning for him to lay against the headboard "I need you. Now." You say, fumbling with the button on his pants. "You're so impatient, do you need me to make you cum again?" He chuckles, helping you pull his boxers down with his pants. Although you've seen his cock plenty of times before tonight, your pussy clenches at the sight of him. You slowly stroke his cock, leaning your head down and swirling your tongue around his tip. He gasps at the sensation, slightly pulling your hair. "Fuck." He moans, watching as you take more of him in your mouth. Your hands stroke the length you can't fit in your mouth as his tip reaches the back of your throat. He twitches in your mouth, gently lifting your head off him. "Hold on baby, I don't wanna cum yet." He pants, guiding your pussy over his cock.

Gently holding his cock you press the tip to your clit, and then slowly sink down on him. Wrapping your arms around his neck you start to move, leaving hickeys along his neck. Mingyu guides your hips, thrusting his up to meet your's. He turns you around, wrapping your legs around his waist and starts thrusting into you. You cry out, raking your nails down his back as each thrust sends a wave a pleasure coursing through your body. You reach your hand down to rub your clit and he pushes it away, replacing your hand with his. You beg him not to stop, the feeling of his cock and fingers bringing you insurmountable pleasure. Your stomach tightens for the second time tonight as your pussy clenches around his cock. He lets out a groan, his hips stuttering as your walls spasm against his pussy from your orgasm. His cock twitches and he fills your pussy with his cum, slowing his movements as you both come down from your high. He pulls out slowly, making you whimper from the feeling of emptiness, and pushes some of his cum back inside you with his fingers.

He brings himself back up to you, pulling you to his side. "Now you really can't leave." He mumbles as he strokes your hair. "How about I delay my flight." You giggle, kissing along his jawline. He nods in agreement, holding you for just a little longer. "You could move in with me, transfer to a college here." He suggests, trying to plan the idea of permanently staying with him in your head. "Hmm, it does sound tempting." You laugh, pretending to contemplate it. "I want you by my side, so will you move in with me?" He asks, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. "Okay fine, I'll move in with you." You sigh jokingly, laughing as he places kisses all over your face. After awhile he brings you to the bathroom and you wash up with him while you come to terms with the fact that your casual fling had ruined all your future plans and you were never going to be leaving.

#mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #smut #x reader #x reader smut

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cowabungacafe · 2 months

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Homelight serenity

Prompt - Those nights when they come home late and see you asleep on the couch and they come, pick you up and tuck you into bed with a kiss on your forehead" from @me-writes-prompts ((thank u so much I love ur prompts don't mind me using them pls? ))

Character - Bayverse Donnie x reader

The hum of the generator and the soft glow of the computer screens were the only things keeping Donatello company as he returned to the lair after a long night's work. His mind buzzed with the data he had collected and the experiments he had conducted, but as he entered the living area, all thoughts were momentarily pushed aside by the sight that greeted him.

There you were, curled up on the couch, bathed in the gentle light of the lamp beside you, fast asleep. A small smile tugged at Donnie's lips as he took in the peaceful expression on your face, feeling a rush of warmth and affection wash over him.

Quietly, he approached, his footsteps soft against the cold concrete floor. He knew you must have been waiting up for him, despite his insistence that you get some rest. But seeing you here, lost in the embrace of sleep, filled him with a sense of calmness that he desperately needed after a night of intense work.

With gentle hands, Donnie reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch light and tender. You stirred slightly at his touch, mumbling softly in your sleep, but you didn't wake.

Carefully, he scooped you up into his arms, marveling at how small and fragile you felt against his own towering frame. Cradling you close to his chest, he made his way towards the bedroom, his heart swelling with a sense of contentment at having you safe in his embrace.

The journey felt shorter than usual, his steps sure and steady as he navigated through the familiar corridors of the lair. Finally, he reached your shared bedroom, the soft glow of moonlight filtering in through the window casting a serene glow over the room.

Gently, Donnie laid you down on the bed, tucking the blankets around you to keep you warm and comfortable. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary.

"Sleep tight, my love," he whispered, his voice barely more than a murmur. With one last lingering glance, he turned to leave the room, his heart lighter knowing that you were safe and sound, where you belonged.

And as he made his way back to his workstation to continue his work, Donnie couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for moments like these, when he could come home to you, his sanctuary in a world filled with chaos and uncertainty.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt donnie #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donatello #bayverse donatello bayverse michaelangelo bayverse leo bayverse raph bayverse donnie bayverse mikey tmnt raph x reader tmnt raph #tmnt x reader tmnt leo x reader tmnt leo tmnt leonardo tmnt leonardo x reader bayverse bayverse leonardo bayverse raphael #bayverse donnie #cowabungacafe

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starfxkr · 2 months

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keeping the theme of jj making you think hes gonna do one thing and then doing something completely different

imagine him bending you over his knee making you think hes gonna spank your ass raw as he usually does when you act up but instead he spreads your legs wider before harshly smacking your pussy repeatedly until you have tears streaming down your face

๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁

at this point you would much rather the spanking, jj's fingers were relentless in your sensitive cunt, curling against your g spot until you were left a drooling, squealing mess in his lap.

"now tell me, you gonna listen when I tell you to sit your ass down?" the question was rhetorical, he knew your brain was mush and you couldn't let out more than a pitiful moan. that was just an excuse to keep going.

"no--no--" you weakly try to kick your legs up in protest but it comes across as more of a spastic twitch of your thighs.

"no? shit, thought you'd be smarter than that cupcake." he brings his thumb to your overly sensitive clit and you shriek in a sharp contrast of pleasure and pain.

you weren't really disagreeing with him and he knows that, but jj's feeling particularly mean and has no problem dragging this punishment out as much as possible. "pl-stop-please." you were crying now, so overwhelmed you could barely hear past your pulse rushing in your ears.

jj asks, "you know the word, say it and I'll stop." he slows down to give you a chance to react but all you give is a pitiful sob and a soft shake of your head-- resigned to the punishment he's giving you.

instead of continuing he sighs, pulling his fingers out gently and lifting you from his lap to the bed, "look at that, got me all pruney"

you can't help the soft chuckle you let out when he shows you his wrinkled fingers, dozing in and out of sleep as he gets up to get you a warm, damp towel.

you're almost fully asleep when you feel him cradle the side of your neck and run a thumb under your jaw, "I just want you to stay safe aight mama? no more running around like that." he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth when you nod and fully slump into the bed sheets. completely exhausted and wrung dry.

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt

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circus4apsycho8 · 1 year

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hey hey! i was wondering if i could maybe get a kai x reader oneshot where the reader is sick.

nothing serious or anything like that, just a cold that makes them slightly delirious and cling onto kai more than they usually do (aka they don't normally do it at all lol)

no pressure if you can't/don't want to do this, btw, i just thought it'd be cute tbh /gen /npa dw

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 :) 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

clingy. | kai x reader

You tried to drag yourself out of bed. You really did, considering how much you hate skipping training.

But today is different – the lopsided pressure in your head is making you dizzy when you try to stand. You’re able to lay back down before you lose your balance.

Stars, your head is throbbing. Combined with your stuffy nose, sore throat...yeah. Absolutely icky.

It takes a matter of seconds for you to give up any hope of getting up. Suddenly met with a cold chill, you pull your blanket closer to your chin.

For a few minutes, you simply lay there, not wanting to move. You’re too achy to even think about standing.

To no avail, you try to go back to sleep. But you just can’t. For a few minutes, you find yourself tossing and turning until a knock sounds at your door.

“Huh?” you grunt, throat too sore for you to speak anything coherently.

“Babe?”

Relief courses through you as Kai steps through, his warm eyes already darting across your bedridden figure. It doesn’t take him long to put the pieces together.

He sits beside you, one of his hands coming to your cheek. “Oh no...you caught whatever funk Jay brought back, didn’t you?”

You nod, pointing to your throat.

“Your throat hurts? Damn. I’ll see if Sensei can make some of his sick tea. Here,” he trails off so he can unhook your phone from its charger, handing it over to you. “Text me until your throat feels better. Just tell me if you want anything to eat or anything, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Thank the stars for this boy. You don’t know what you’d do without him.

You immediately open your messaging app, thumbs zipping across the keyboard:

You: can i pls have some medicine too

You: i feel like i got hit by a truck

Kai: u got it gorgeous

Kai: sensei making tea rn, im bringing u medicine for now

You: thank you sm

Glad that he’s returning, you shut your phone off and set it on your chest as you close your eyes.

Soon enough, Kai returns, bottle of water and medicine in hand along with his laptop cradled in his other arm. He sets it at the foot of the bed so that he can crack the bottle open.

“Okay, can you sit up for me?” he questions, once again having a seat at the edge of your bed.

You nod, shifting until you’re upright. Kai patiently waits for you to get comfortable, gently dumping two pills into your hands before giving you the bottle of water. “I know your throat hurts, but this will help lighten the nastiness up a little bit.”

You down the pills with a gulp of water, cringing at the feeling of the pills sliding down your sore throat.

“I know it hurts, babe, but it’ll help. Make sure you keep drinking water, too. You need to stay hydrated.”

You nod, sighing through your stuffy nose. Kai climbs into bed next to you, reaching for the laptop. You open your phone again.

You: don’t get close! I don’t want you to get sick too

Rather than sending it to him, you just turn the screen towards him so that he can read it.

“Nah, I’m staying,” he replies. “I know it sucks to be alone when you’re sick. Besides, we haven’t had a whole lot of time together lately anyway. Let’s watch something, yeah?”

You nod, understanding by the tone of his voice that his mind won’t be changed.

“Great. So, what do you want to watch?”

You type your answer out, followed by:

But you get to pick the next one!!

“Fine,” he replies with a chuckle. “Let me go check your tea first, though!”

A hint of a smile appears on your lips as you watch him leave. How did you end up so lucky?

While you wait for your boyfriend to return, you take another sip of water. The pain in your throat screeches in retaliation, though. Yeah, you should probably wait for the tea. Sensei Wu’s special tea always managed to help a little bit.

Kai returns a few minutes later, your cup of tea in hand. He settles in next to you, handing you the mug.

You sigh gratefully, taking a sip. The hot water does wonders to soothe your throat.

“That’s better,” you mumble, leaning your head on Kai’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” he replies, shooting you his adorably dumb smile. You can’t help but smile too, watching as he sets up the show and leans back.

For a while, you simply lean against him, content that he’s staying with you for the time being. The warmth radiating from him wards the chilliness away, allowing you to flutter in and out of sleep as you rest.

After your show ends, you feel Kai stirring from his spot beside you. You turn to him, watching as he starts to untangle himself from the sheets.

You find yourself upset that he’s leaving, setting your mug to the side as you latch onto his arm.

“Babe,” he coos, chuckling as he glances back down at you with those gorgeous amber eyes. “I’ll be right back, don’t worry.”

“But I want you to stay...” you mumble shyly, not letting go.

“It’ll be super quick. I’m just going to go grab a snack. And I can refill your mug, too!”

You sigh, releasing his arm slightly. “Okay...thank you.”

Kai presses a kiss to your forehead before climbing out of bed, a rush of cold air replacing his warmth. You reach over to your laptop so you can pause the video before laying your head back on your pillow.

A few minutes pass, and you find yourself missing Kai. Why are you feeling so clingy today? Normally, you’re not like this, but for some reason, you just want to hide with him until you feel better.

You grab your phone, sending him another text:

kaiiiiiii

where'd you go??

To your dismay, Kai doesn’t answer for a few minutes. Stars, why are you feeling so sensitive today? Is it just because being sick makes you feel vulnerable?

Thankfully, Kai responds shortly after:

im otw, sorry...got caught up talking to sensei

He returns a few seconds later, now with snacks and a refilled mug of tea. “Sorry, Sensei was asking me a few questions. He’s letting me take the day off so I can take care of you.”

“Good,” you croak, shifting around as he settles back in beside you. “I just...need you right now.”

Kai smiles softly, pulling you against his chest as the two of you lean back. “You know...I hate that you’re sick, but at the same time...I kind of like this side of you.”

“I don’t, but I can’t help it. When I get better, it’s straight back to the ass kicking. Yours included.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Kai jokes.

You sigh, too tired to return the banter. “Thank you for staying, Kai.”

“Anything for you, babe. Get some rest.”

With that, your eyelids grow heavy as you snuggle up to him, eventually letting yourself sleep for the day.

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘!

#ninjagoxreader #kai x reader #kai smith x reader #ninjago x reader

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dawn-moths · 10 months

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Can i ask for 21 and 18 for Dabi/Touya? Daddy pls/j🥺

haha ok i got u 💕

prompt: brushing through the other's hair while talking & developing own terms for everything

character: dabi/touya (boku no hero academia)

words: 1100+

content warning: no warnings apply! just some cute, innocent fluff.

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“Wow…” you remark, fingers loosely threaded through Dabi’s inky spikes. “I’m actually surprised, y’know. I thought you’d have a lot more knots and tangles.”

From where his head is resting in your lap, Dabi tilts his face slightly more your way, half-lidded cobalt gaze meeting yours. He looks serene like this, all relaxed and pliable as he rests between your gently folded legs, but as the ghost of a smirk tugs up at one corner of his scarred lips, a spark of mischief wiggles its way in.

“Why?” he asks. Simple. Like he’s testing you.

Your soothing, stroking motions cease for a moment, staring down at him with a flicker of guilt. “I dunno,” you shrug, breaking eye contact for a second as you sarcastically roll your eyes. “Maybe because I’ve never seen you do anything to your hair besides embrace perpetual bedhead?”

At this, he puffs out a small breath of a laugh, lazily amused at your little quip.

“Yeah, and why would I…?” Reaching a big, slender fingered hand up to cup the smooth skin of your cheek, he concludes with, “When I have someone who’ll comb their fingers through it whenever I ask?”

The sincerity of the comment flusters you for a moment, but then you’re wearing that soft, sweet smile reserved only for him and melting further into his rough palm, eyes fluttering shut as you sigh against his familiar touch.

“I let you get away with too much,” you joke, continuing your rhythmic combing through his course dark hair, the first flurries of his natural snow white color just beginning to show at the roots. “Next thing I know, you’ll be asking me to dye it for you too.”

Dabi gives that some thought, then he says, voice dropping to a low, sated lull, “Y’know, that’s actually not a bad idea,” which earns him a teasing pull on his hair as you curl a loose fist through the strands and gently tug. “What?” He chuckles, beginning to reach further back to twine his fingers through your own hair, mimicking your tender ministrations the best he can from his current position. “Don’t like the idea of having your hands stained blue for weeks on end?”

If it was for you, you want to say, I wouldn’t mind at all. But what comes out instead is, “Better watch out or you might end up with neon blue in the end, if I feel like messing with you that day.”

“Oh, if you feel like messing with me, huh?” Dabi playfully mocks, winning another one of those melodic giggles from you, the kind he lives for. The kind that makes him forget, even if just for one fleeting moment in time, all the hardship he’s had to endure up until now. Will likely have to endure in the future to come. “You’d be in for one hell of a payback for that.”

You and him mutter some harmless banter back and forth for a little while longer until eventually a silence falls over you again. It’s the kind that almost had Dabi dozing off before you’d made the comment about his hair, the kind that keeps you mesmerized enough that you could absentmindedly comb through his spikes all afternoon.

“I wish things could stay like this forever…” you murmur under your breath, so quiet you’re not even sure Dabi heard you, the way his eyes are once again closed and his breathing is slow and shallow, no doubt on the precipice of unconsciousness.

But then he sighs out, without opening his eyes, “Me too…”

A couple seconds pass and then his head is reluctantly lifting from your lap, shifting his position to sit upright. You let out a small whine of protest but he’s quick to beckon you back into his arms, your back resting against his chest and feeling safe and comforted as his body heat seeps through the fabric of your clothes, cradling you in warmth.

“You know we gotta make that supply run today…” he reminds you, pulling you both back to the reality that is being a bunch of wanted criminals hiding out with not much to their names, having to sneak around the city and steal cheap food from convenience stores just to survive week to week, sometimes even day to day.

“Yeah, I know…” you mutter, not trying to hide your blatant not wanting to make that supply run today. You nuzzle your head closer into the crook of his neck and say, “Sphynx will have a meltdown if we’re not back before sundown…”

Dabi smirked to himself, then said, “Well we can ask Ragdoll to come along. She’s been complaining about being cooped up in here for too long…”

Now it was your turn to smile. Because it had been your idea to code name the other members of the League as different cat breeds. At first, Dabi scoffed at your little game, asked you why, so you’d just shrugged and answered, “Because it’s fun,” and then, after a moment’s hesitation and a devious expression forming on your face, you added, “And this way we can talk about people without them knowing, if they decide to listen in.”

And so the joke had stuck.

Tomura was, obviously, “Sphynx”, Toga was “Ragdoll”, after she’d caught wind of your guys’ inside joke and wanted to choose her own breed to be referred by. As for the others, Jin was “Persian”, Spinner was “Devon Rex”, Atsuhiro was “Russian Blue”, and Kurogiri was “Bombay”.

Just for fun, you’d assigned one to Dabi— “Calico”— and for you, you’d chosen “Siamese”.

There had even been a few times when Tomura had been nearby while you two had been talking about him, butting in to ask, “Who the hell’s Sphynx?” only for you and Dabi to exchange smug glances and then reply, “No one. Don’t worry about it,” and then try to contain your laughter until he walked away lest you blow your entire cover.

It was just some silly, harmless fun, but it helped make the dingy, mundane, day to day of slumping around the bar that was currently serving as the main HQ a little more bearable, so Dabi didn’t mind playing along.

“Guess we should get ready to head out…” Dabi looked down at you, now settled in his lap, and quirked up one dark brow, “Don’cha think?”

You hummed out a twinkling giggle, Dabi’s heart stuttering a beat at such a genuine, jovial sound. You said, “If we have to. But this time you’re gonna be on lookout while I grab the goods. Deal, Calico?”

He flashed a grin that was half challenging, half proud. “Deal, Siamese.”

He’d taught you almost everything you knew, since you’d been taken in by the League. He felt pride in knowing, for as sweet as you were with him when you two were alone, he’d also been the one to corrupt you, in one way or another.

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send me a number from this prompt list + one of the characters i write for and i’ll write a short lil something for you 💕

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diorleclerc · 2 years

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wedding night sex with charles where he is just so in awe that he's lucky enough to spend the rest of his life with y/n 🥺

pls he’d be so sweet 🥺

when you get back to your hotel room after the reception, you’re both tipsy and giggly

neither one of you can keep your hands off of the other

“still can’t believe you’re my wife,” he says

“well believe it, cause you’re stuck with me forever now,” you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck

“you say that like it’s a bad thing, mon amour,” he chuckles before kissing you sweetly

“now let’s get you out of this dress so i can properly fuck my beautiful wife.”

you both probably end up struggling with your dress though

you tried to undo the back of your dress yourself but that didn’t work so you asked charles for help

and you thought that he’d be able to get it off easily but he ended up struggling even more

“why are there so many freaking buttons?” he mutters to himself as he slowly undid each one

it takes him nearly ten minutes but once all the buttons were popped open, you shimmy out of your dress, leaving you in a white lace lingerie set

he lays you down onto the bed and starts leaving a trail of kisses down from your neck to your chest

he pulls the cups of your bra down, letting your tits spill out before latching his lips onto your nipple

you’re softly tugging on his hair as he starts to trail his kisses further down

slides your panties down your legs before spreading them

he holds one of your hands in his while he eats you out and you’re gripping the sheets with your other hand

“tastes so sweet love,” he mumbles against you, peering up at you to see your face scrunched up in pleasure

makes you cum twice on his tongue before he crawls up the bed

he positions you on your side, facing him with your leg thrown over his waist then slides his cock inside you, fucking you slowly

just some very slow and sweet sex where he takes his time with you and gets to feel all of you

and sooo much praise is falling from his lips

“you’re so beautiful.”

“can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“i’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“i love you so much.”

he’d be brushing your hair out of your face and pressing kisses to your lips

cradling your face and keeping eye contact with you the entire time his cock slowly thrusts in and out of you

his hand slipping between your bodies once he knows you’re getting close

making you cum around him before he fills you up

and then he cleans you up before running a bath for the both of you, where he gently cleans your body

lottts of cuddles after the bath too

holding you in his arms and massaging your body

he’s just so fucking soft with you all night

he just wants to worship his beautiful wife

honeymoon sex on the other hand… yeah no he’ll be wild and filthy as hell

#cl #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc headcanon #charles leclerc smut #f1 headcanon #f1 drabble #f1 smut #diorleclerc drabbles

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gimmethatagustd · 1 year

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The universe has moved for us / Without missing a single thing / Our happiness was meant to be / Cause you love me, and I love you

» pairing: hoseok x reader

» wc/date: 1.6 | December 2022

» warnings: it's cute

» masterlist | AO3 | send me ur thots 👅

» notes: i got really invested in this story khsdkfs so pls ignore the fact that it's definitely not drabble-lengthed

It’s always a bit muggy in the flower shop. Namjoon says it’s better for the plants that way, but he’s not the one stuck behind the counter all day. And you regularly remind him of that.

“You know, you could help me with the bouquets,” he counters you, disappearing into the aisles of succulents and large houseplants.

For some reason, you never take him up on his offer. Perhaps it’s because you like watching him work on the bouquets from across the store. His dimples come out when he purses his lips in concentration, expertly selecting and trimming the flowers. He typically sends you to the backroom to select a vase, sometimes requesting a couple to choose from.

“I don’t know how to do it,” you say, cradling two large terracotta vases in your arms. It’s better that you hold onto them; you can’t count on both hands how many times Namjoon has dropped them.

“Eh, you just make it up.” Namjoon takes the taller vase and gently eases in a dozen red roses. How very cliche. “Everyone talks about all the science and meaning behind flowers, but I think it’s all bull.” Using a pair of special scissors, he clips off a stray thorn. “People just want something beautiful.”

You don’t have much to add to that, so you return the spare vase to the backroom. It’s not your area of expertise, and it reminds you a lot of the zodiac signs. It all seems rather convoluted and arbitrary, so you suppose Namjoon is right. People do just want something beautiful.

Still, you find yourself staring at the poster Namjoon has taped to the surface of the counter next to the register. It’s titled, “The Language of Flowers”, and you often trace your finger over the colorful drawings of different types of bouquets. The images are rather faded, but customers like reviewing the little chart to find meaning in the flowers they choose for their loved ones. One bouquet, in particular, is faded worse than the rest: the pink camellias.

The ring of the bell above the shop’s front door makes you pull your gaze away from the tattered poster. You catch sight of Namjoon in the corner of your eye. He comes around a rather large fiddle-leaf fig and gives the customer walking through the door a dimpled smile.

“Hoseok hyung! I forgot it’s Thursday,” Namjoon greets the man cheerfully.

“Yup!” The man lets the “p” end with a pop.

From his appearance, you wouldn’t expect him to be a model. Not that Hoseok isn’t gorgeous, because he most certainly is. His long face, angular features, and sharp eyes make him stand out in any crowd, and although he’s got a beanie pulled almost completely over his forehead, you can still see his wavy locks curl from the nape of his neck - hair fit for a runway or a concert stage. It’s just that he’s dressed so simply compared to most Thursdays, this time in a plain long-sleeve t-shirt and pinstriped slacks that look a bit baggy on him in a fashionable way.

“Got another photoshoot today?” Namjoon places the rose bouquet on the pick-up shelf.

You don’t move to speak, just keep your eyes on Hoseok. He thumbs at the leaf of some plant you can’t remember the name of (Namjoon would be so disappointed), and you swear his cheeks flush a light pink that matches the tint of his pouty lips.

“Not today,” his voice is always lilting, but it seems to lift even higher. “I was just in the area. Thought I’d stop by.” His eyes lock with you and you find yourself suddenly very busy with organizing the little notecards that people write to accompany their bouquets.

“Always good to see you, hyung,” Namjoon says with another smile. “I’ve got a few of your favorites in stock.” With a toss of his head toward the new batch of plants, Namjoon goes behind the counter to take the notecards from your hands. You scowl at him when he bumps his hip into you, jostling you against the counter.

Hoseok nods, his pretty eyes eventually leaving yours as he makes his way toward the plants Namjoon pointed out. There’s something so elegant about the way he moves. Not just elegant, but confident and poised. He holds his head high and his shoulders straight, yet somehow relaxed. It’s an easy confidence; somehow, you can tell it takes no effort at all to move through life with such grace. And his smile? Fucking forget about it. You can’t even handle looking at his side profile when he smiles down at the houseplants. It’s so bright, so cheerful. All teeth and full, pink lips. Never have you wanted to be a philodendron in your life, yet here you are, wishing you could turn green and photosynthesize.

“Earth to Y/N,” Namjoon teases, causing you to startle.

“Fuck off.” The curse doesn’t land the way you want it to, but you still have your eyes on the model’s lean body weaving through the plants.

He does this every Thursday, usually around mid-morning, when the early customers rushing to get the plants for the day have managed to make it to wherever it was they were going. He’ll wander, as he does now, caressing leaves and petals with his index finger and thumb, rubbing at the silky plants until his fingertips turn green. You always wonder where he lives, if he has a giant mansion filled to the brim with plants. Exotic ones, common houseplants, flowers - maybe even ones he’s strung up from the ceiling in macrame plant hangers.

Except he never buys anything.

Well.

He buys one thing.

“How about you go check on our customer? See if he needs anything.” Namjoon raises an eyebrow at you and he’s using that voice you like to snort at, the one he uses when he’s trying to assert that he is, in fact, the boss here.

This isn’t about him asserting his authority, though, and you both know it.

With a sigh, you straighten your apron and shuffle into the jungle. Hoseok is crouched down to examine a small monstera deliciosa. It’s a baby, soon ready to shoot up even taller than you.

“Did you know the monstera deliciosa is also called the Swiss cheese plant? Probably because of the holes… in the… in the leaves…” You rush out the dumb fact, quickly losing steam as your eyes fall on the bright grin blooming on Hoseok’s face.

“I did not, actually.” He stands, delicate hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks. The outfit really shouldn’t look good on anyone, but he manages to pull it off. When he leans slightly his shirt rides up, briefly exposing the thick band of his briefs poking out from his pants. A bit of his tummy appears, too, a few light hairs trailing from his belly button into his-

“I, um,” you tear your gaze from him, chastising yourself for being such a creep. “I got a lot of useless shit up here.” You tap your temple and opt for a self-deprecating joke to mask your embarrassment.

“Doesn’t seem useless to me, Y/N,” Hoseok muses, but he doesn’t provide a reason for it to not be.

“Do you, um, need anything?”

The smile never fades - maybe even grows brighter? - as Hoseok shakes his head “no”.

You nod in acknowledgment and quickly turn on your heel to march straight back to the counter. It’s safe behind the counter. The counter gives you space between yourself and the customer with the disarmingly kind smile and the cute tummy and the eyes that bore into your soul like they can see something you can’t.

After a few minutes, said customer returns to the front of the store, his purchase in hand. You knew it would be this; it’s always this. Every Thursday, it’s this.

You feel your stomach flutter as Hoseok turns to the counter.

“Find what you need?” Namjoon manages to appear at all the right times, you think to yourself.

“Yup.” The “p” pops again, and Hoseok doesn’t take his eyes off you. You’re dusting off a few display vases, so Namjoon heads to the register to take Hoseok’s credit card.

“Want this wrapped up?” Namjoon asks, but the three of you already know the answer.

“No, thank you.”

Namjoon nods and quickly steps past you to work on a new bouquet order.

The store phone starts ringing, but you’re frozen in place as Hoseok leans against the counter.

“I hope you have a good day, Y/N,” he says softly. The smile he wears feels gentler and more… intimate as he sets his new purchase on the counter in front of you. With another smile and a wrinkle of his nose, the man sticks his hands in his pockets and slips out the door.

You pick up the flower with slow movements, as though you’re afraid of how fragile it is, and bring it to your nose. It’s sweet; it’s always sweet.

“Love and longing.”

You nearly drop the flower and Namjoon lets out a breathy laugh.

“What the fuck, Joon.” You try to calm your heart, but there’s a thunderstorm of feelings in your chest.

He taps on the flower chart as if you don’t already know what a bouquet of pink camellias means. As if you don’t spend your days tracing the same image until it’s got a groove in the worn cardstock.

“It’s cute. Just wish you'd both stop dancing around each other and actually do something.”

You glare at him even though you agree, but you're scared to admit it. You can't imagine admitting how flustered the model who has made it a habit of gifting you a single pink camellia every Thursday morning makes you.

But everyone knows without you having to admit anything at all.

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lowlights · 2 years

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💋 prompt: in which you have to keep quiet/try not to get caught with gardener Din.....pretty pls 🙏

Ohhhhh, Flora. I'm fanning myself. Whatever you wish.

Gardener!Din x f!reader. Takes place well into their secret relationship. SMUT. Leaving it at that.

It's the middle of the day. You never do that in the middle of the day. It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon reading in the back garden, a bit of time away from the family before dinner.

He wasn't supposed to be there.

"Din, oh heavens above. Like that. Just like that, please." He's thrusting into you so gently, biting down on your earlobe. His hand cradles the back of your head to keep it from hitting the tree as he pushes inside of you repeatedly. The other is gripping your hip, helping to keep your skirts up enough for him to gain access.

"So soft. So soft. Will never get enough of this," he pants against you, his hips angling in a way that makes you cry out.

"Oh, god, Din! So big...so big inside me," you wail with a loud moan, gripping the back of his shirt with both hands. He immediately brings his hand up to cover your mouth but doesn't stop thrusting in and out of you.

"Sweetheart, you have to be quiet. They'll hear us. Please, I...please," he begs, removing his hand and covering your mouth with his lips instead. He swallows every moan you let out, including the one where you practically scream into his mouth as you climax. He's right behind you, coming with a growl as he fucks every bit of his spend into you. He rests his head against yours as you both catch your breath, and he gives your rosy, kiss-bruised lips a feather-light smooch before pulling out of you and tucking himself back in his pants. You adjust your skirts down.

Din reaches over and pulls something from your hair. "Bark," he explains with a little smirk. He pulls his jacket back on, one arm at a time, and sighs.

You can feel it. He doesn't want to go. You don't want him to leave either, but someone will be along soon to look for you.

You tug on his jacket. "When will I see you again?"

"Soon," he promises, before disappearing around the tree.

Life goes on as normal, and you might have thought you dreamed it during an afternoon nap in the grass if it wasn't for his cum dripping out of you the rest of the day.

#listen I don't know #lol #I love this prompt #thank you!!#gardener!din #din x f!reader #the language of flowers drabble #sleepover saturday

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infernaleikon · 2 years

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obikin with obi-wan training anakin to deepthroat pls

Obi-Wan’s cock twitches in the grip of his hand and pulses out a string of precome when he spreads his legs wide so that Anakin can kneel between them, his bare shoulders pressing against Obi-Wan’s knees and broad palms sliding up the insides of his thighs until the rest at the junction to his hips, and Obi-Wan cards one hand through Anakin’s hair and gently cradles his chin with the other, thumb sweeping across his bottom lip before coming to rest at the corner of his mouth.

“Open,” Obi-Wan murmurs, and Anakin does, enveloping Obi-Wan’s cock in the delicious, wet heat of his mouth, and keeps his lips tight as he suckles on the head at first, tongue pressing into the slit and drawing a guttural moan from Obi-Wan. Anakin’s tongue flattens against the underside of his cock and he slips it deeper into his mouth while his eyes flutter shut, a blissful, fucked out expression on his face and softly glowing in the Force—pliant after his second orgasm today and a rare, lazy day in—and Obi-Wan slides a second hand into his hair, holding without holding in place.

“Slowly, Anakin. Breathe through your nose,” Obi-Wan instructs as Anakin sinks a little deeper still, and the feeling of his willing, open body makes Obi-Wan delirious with pleasure, with the need to be so deep inside Anakin that he’ll never leave again, and Anakin moans, soaking up the thought, the image, the emotion through their bond. “Move if you need to.”

Anakin makes a soft little noise and opens his mouth a bit more, so Obi-Wan moves on hand to his jaw, carefully rubbing over the hinge when Anakin’s breathing changes slightly as the head of Obi-Wan’s cock meets the first slight resistance at the back of his throat, and Obi-Wan considers pulling him back but Anakin gazes up at him, open and trusting and bright, and oh, “You’re taking me so well, darling.”

A roaring wave of pleasure and arousal crashes through the Force and carefully, carefully, Obi-Wan shifts his hips forward and his cock slides all the way into the tight, wet squeeze of Anakin’s throat that makes his toes curl and a loud, wanton sound fall from his own lips, and he gasps, “Good boy.”

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thank you, anon!

#obikin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ficcups #ask #anonymous #fic ask meme

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subskz · 2 years

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Zo I was casually scrolling down your feed for the last few days and I saw the sentence “oral fixation”….

MIND WENT BRRRRRRR. Okay okay, so in my head: yenie, Hyunjin and Felix (and Seungmin cuz he’s been bias wrecking me) have the biggest like oral fixation? Idk whatchu think about it but like 🤲🤲 gimme ur thoughts pls <3

- 🌼

always a welcome topic hehe thank you for asking~

i can definitely see it for lix and hyunjin! needy boys would always need smth in their mouth to keep themselves satiated, whether it’s your fingers, lips, strap, or nipples ♡ i think felix especially would love nursing or having your thumb in his mouth as you cradle his face…nothing comforts him more. and when hyunjin gets really worked up he’d kiss all over your skin almost obsessively, whining for attention and sucking and nibbling on any spot his lips touch

i’d never really thought abt it for seungmin but in his case it’d be really cute if he had an oral fixation without even realizing it 😽 as time goes on you notice the way he brushes his fingers over his lips and plays w them constantly, or the way he puts the drawstrings of his hoodie in his mouth to suck or chew on them…he’d be so flustered and would probably deny it at first if you pointed it out, but sure enough he ends up getting more and more hooked on the feeling of your fingers in his mouth, resting on his tongue or gently pumping in and out, that he starts to have a hard time getting off without it

#would also like to add chan into the mix but that may just be bc i’m obsessed w his lips -_-;#ask #🌼 anon #💌 hyunie #💌 lixie #💌 seungmo #long post

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eddiemunsonsupremecy · 2 years

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Writing promt: damon salvatore angst to fluff where the reader(fem pronouns pls) and damon are in a heated argument and damon says some really hurtful things and leaves y/n by herself, basically letting her think badly of herself and she ends up falling asleep but has a nightmare, so she calls damon and he can already tell shes scared so he vamp speeds to there house and basically comforts her and apologizes for the stuff he said and they cuddle, watch movies and talk

"Damon, please! I'm trying to explain to you why you can't keep killing people!"

"And I'm not listening Y/n! Your not my mother! I thought you would understand that, killing people for fun is my personality! Out of all people, you know that!" You sighed, visibly frustrated.

"Damon..I love you. I don't want to see you get caught and end up getting killed. Your the love of my life and I would do anything for you. But you can't keep killing people."

"Again, I don't care about what you want. You get everything you want anyways. Why can't I just have this?! Stop being so fucking selfish!" Damon said as he stormed towards the door.

"Damon, wait..please!" You said, desperately trying for Damon's hand.

"Y/n don't grab my hand. I'm pissed. I don't want to hit you." You sighed as the love of your life walked out.

Eventually you fell asleep, it wasn't the same without Damon however. Suddenly you began to shake in your sleep as a vision played.

"DAMON!! STOP IT!! YOUR GONNA GET YOURSELF KILLED!!" It was too late. Damon had purposely outed himself as a vampire, bringing him to this moment. A stake through the heart. "I'm sorry Y/n..."

"Don't leave me!!"

"I'm sorry, baby..." And like that, the love of your life was gone. His body grayed as he became lifeless.

You awoke to tears streaming down your face and a panicked state. You quickly stumbled for your phone and dialed the one person you needed most, Damon.

"Mm, hey sweetie..."

"D-Damon...I need you..."

"Don't move baby, I'm on my way." Within 2 minutes Damon was in your doorway. As soon as you saw him you ran into his arms and sobbed. Damon picked you up and cradled you as he brought you to their bed. He let you cry as much as you needed without saying a single thing. When you was finally calm you sniffled and looked at Damon.

"Can you tell me what happened, love?"

"You...you didn't listen to me about killing people for fun and you....you got caught....they drove a stake through your heart Damon!...." you felt the tears welling up again and Damon noticed.

"Hey, Princess. Look at me, look me in the eye." You looked into Damon's piercing blue eyes and couldn't help but to feel safe. "My lovely, lovely darling," Damon continued, "I'm sorry for not listening to you and especially for yelling at you, but I can promise that I won't let anyone take me away from you, ok? Even if it means I fight with my life, I'm never leaving you. Now let me see your smile. Hm?" You couldn't smile, not after the horrid nightmare you had gone through. "Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry." Damon said, compassionately as he wrapped his arms around your torso. He began to hum softly and rock you gently untill you were calm.

"I'm sorry..."

"My love, don't ever be sorry for something like this. It happens, it's natural. Let me see your beautiful eyes." Younslowly looked up at Damon and he smiled, one of the most gentle, loving smiles he could give. He began to gently wipe away any remaining tears from your face and layed down with you in his lap. You snuggled into his chest and breathed in his cholone.

"You wanna watch a movie love?" You nodded softly and Damon smiled happily.

As the movie played you began to drift in and out of consciousness, being extremely exhausted.

"I love you, Damon...Thank you."

"I'd do it again in a heartbeat y/n. Your my world. I love you more, get some sleep sweetheart, I'll be right here for you."

#tvd damon #y/n

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justporo · 2 months

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We always have astarion giving the reader head, but what if he got head for once instead?? Just a little treat after a hard day yk 😌🙏

Up between the stars

You wanted to see the exact moment fear was overrun by bliss and his head lolled back, close to entering oblivion. When he surrendered to you and your loving touch and knew he had nothing to be scared of. And you loved to watch his eyes roll into the back of his head when he realised how good you were for him.Your hands wandered along his hip bones, the firm strings of muscles there, tensing under your touch. You gripped his waist for a second, as much of it as possible, gently clawing your fingers into his delicate smooth skin while leaning further over him - deeper.

MASTERLIST | AO3 | PART 1

Author's Note: Dear Anon, you are so SO right. Astarion deserves this so much. I hope you forgive me that it took a while and got completely out of hand but here we are with Astarion receiving the love and pleasure he rightfully deserves

Gif by @cheekylittlepupp (pls follow them! Also - I've been waaaaaiting to use this gif know, it's so delicious!)

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), light dom/sub dynamic

Wordcount: 3k

Astarion’s ruby eyes were positively burning into yours as you prowled closer to him on your fingertips and knees. His lips were slightly parted and you could still see the faintest traces of your blood on them. Until he licked them away unconsciously as he observed you. There was a wholly other craving in his eyes now - one you planned to fully sate as well.

His smirk grew and he cocked his head, a strand of his still perfectly coiffed hair loosening and falling onto his forehead playfully.

Astarion was the very image of a languidly reclining dandy who knew pretty damn well the whole world was at his fingertips and he only needed to reach out to grasp it. But you know by now that this was at least partially a mask. One you had occasionally seen slip to reveal a deeply hurt soul beneath.

And you wanted nothing more but to cradle it gently in your hands until it didn’t need the mask anymore.

Maybe tonight could be a step towards that, you thought to yourself as you moved in closer to Astarion.

The vampire thought he knew what he was getting himself into. Thought, you were about to climb on top of him, maybe pull up your shirt over your head revealing your beautiful tits for him to devour with his eyes. All while bucking your hips into his repeatedly and moaning as if you were surprised by how hard he was, his cock stroking along your core. Then you would continue the writhing and rubbing and tensing from when you had been beneath him, allowing him to strengthen himself on your blood.

He thought you would take your price now, your side of the unspoken deal between you. Grind against his body to receive your rewarded pleasure while he would play his part to support you. To heighten your enjoyment even more, to ensure you wouldn’t forget how enjoyable business with him was. So you would hopefully return to him, into his arms. And so you would keep him safe and strong, possibly even sated - in more way than one.

As much as Astarion wished it wasn’t so, as much as he might have fantasised about this being more than a transaction: he was more than willing to pay the price for his life insurance. And your company, he’d begun to realise at some point.

At least it was somehow enjoyable, all this. Despite it being tainted most of the time.

And despite this almost being a lie: repeatedly Astarion had caught himself dreaming about a version where your touches, your nights together, your care for each other was more than a means for survival. Some vision where he didn’t need to perform and you fell into his embrace solely because you wanted to be with him for who he truly was.

And these thoughts, these foolish idealistic dreams, that kept haunting him lately made the enjoyment more painful than anything else. But the thing about dreams was that they had a tendency to stick with you, becoming an addiction and making one return to them despite the grief they may cause.

And you had been so gentle with him. Maybe, almost, loving, he liked to tell himself.

And so he had opened the door just a little, just a crack. Carefully letting you in on a fraction of his pain, hoping you wouldn’t hold it against him.

You hadn’t.

On the contrary you had shown a compassion and understanding he hadn’t been remotely prepared to accept. For the first time in centuries Astarion had cautiously dared - and succeeded - to at least set up some boundaries for himself. You had always accepted them, always made sure he felt safe within his limits.

With all of this, the vampire could have almost been led to the conclusion that you actually cared for him. That maybe he was more to you than just a body.

And for the rest, he could pretend - close his eyes and imagine for few precious moments that you were truly his while you would bow your body to him in blissful pleasure.

His head fell back as he awaited you and the calming feeling of your body weight on his.

But when you suddenly darted forward and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his leather pants, your other hand cupping his erection, the spell was immediately broken.

This wasn’t part of your usual script.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Astarion pressed out rather sharply - insecurity seeping into his offended tone. He wasn’t quick enough to gloss over it in this moment.

You heard it and immediately a knot formed inside your chest. By now you knew enough of his story to know his barks, his anger, his arrogance were all ways to hold people off from the pain that lay beneath.

Your intentions were pure. But of course Astarion didn’t necessarily know that. You’d been nothing but gracious with him this far. But he’d been burnt more than once by placing his trust in the wrong person and 200 years of shit weren’t easily left behind.

Astarion’s face was caught between barely hidden worry and an offence taken. One arm was raised cautiously, defensively. Astarion’s whole body was suddenly tense.

“I want to take care of you,” you whispered almost quietly, fearing you might’ve crossed a line already.

Some of the tautness left the vampire’s body at your cautious words.

Maybe he could trust you after all. He really wanted to.

“You seemed so impossibly tense these last couple of days, I- I figured you could use some fun,” you continued and let a small smile slip onto your lips as you enunciated the last word like Astarion usually would to insinuate something lewd. Meanwhile you tried to convey with your eyes that you really only wanted to spoil him with a good time.

You wanted to say so much more. But you didn’t know how.

A few more heartbeats passed in which Astarion’s crimson eyes jumped between yours, observing you critically from under his drawn together brows. Whatever they found there, it resulted in him leaning back with a sigh. He wanted to trust you so badly. And he hoped it wouldn’t be a mistake.

“Go on then,” he whispered, voice almost catching in his throat as his head fell back again, white curls spilling onto the plain pillow on his bedroll. He shifted his hips around a little, spreading his legs to allow you to do whatever you had planned.

With your fingers still hooked into his waistband you moved in closer, kneeling between his legs. You bowed over him quickly to get going - before you lost your courage for what you had promised him: some fun hopefully, some bliss, maybe even some genuine caretaking.

You let your hands move to the hem of his shirt and you started to drag his shirt out of his pants, revealing defined abs beneath it. His stomach heaved with a deep breath taken in, a habit he didn’t seem to be able to shake even after two full centuries of being a vampire.

You began by softly pressing your lips to his naked torso, just below his belly button. His skin was smooth and beginning to warm lightly from your touch, your actions - and your blood. A gasp left the vampire’s lips, the muscles in his low stomach tensed and moved directly under your light kiss.

Using both your hands you pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift movement to free his still achingly hard cock, invigorated by your fresh hot blood coursing through him.

In the blink of you revealing his hardened length and immediately leaning down to take him into your mouth your mind registered several things. The tip of his cock was already glistening generously with some precum, surprising you with how much in need of some release Astarion must be. You also noticed how the vampire’s head snapped back up when he must’ve made sense of your plan. He got back up on his elbows and began to stare at you and what you were doing.

And when you saw his widened red eyes as you closed your lips around his length you were desperately sure of one thing: you needed this as much as he did, apparently.

The way the vampire immediately bucked his hips into you as he felt your hot mouth close around him and your tongue swirl around his tip, lewd sounds spilling from him, were more than enough proof that something like this could have been a rare sensation for him at best.

You asked yourself when the last time had been that someone had unapologetically put Astarion and his wishes and fantasies first, as you took him deeper. The vampire’s head rolled back once more, his hands at his side balling into fists. The tension that filled him now was of a much more pleasant quality.

A loud, unfiltered moan left Astarion as you sucked hard on him and you delighted in how quickly and easily you made him relax into your caress.

You would take him up between the stars, you vowed to yourself. Because that’s where he belonged - because he was on them. At least on your firmament.

You pushed up his shirt, urging him to get it off. So he did. And by only letting go of him for a few moments did he wriggle out of his pants and underwear too.

Astarion laid bare beneath you and you locked eyes again. The low light of a lantern made it seem almost as if there was yearning in his ruby eyes as he lay there, propped up on his elbows.

He trusted you, you realised. Maybe more than he had anyone in a very long time.

Your gaze softened at him while you let the palms of your hands wander up over his now naked thighs, eliciting a soft shiver from the vampire.

This time when you took his cock into your mouth again, you made sure to lock eyes with him while the tip of him slid along the roof of your mouth slowly.

Your hands wandered along his hip bones, the firm strings of muscles there, tensing under your touch. You gripped his waist for a second, as much of it as possible, gently clawing your fingers into his delicate smooth skin while leaning further over him - deeper.

Then your fingertips wandered down again while Astarion squirmed beneath your hands, mouth helplessly falling open, legs desperately trying to gain purchase. But your fingers gripped onto his hips now, the pads of your thumbs pressing down onto the highest points of the bones and thereby pinning him down so easily. Trapping him gently but firmly for you. Like someone would a scared bird, fallen out of its nest, that despite only receiving the best possible care, tried to get away in panic from a sensation so unused to, so unfamiliar.

The vampire beneath you was caught in between a state of tensing, curling up and melting into the ground in overwhelming bliss. He was simultaneously still trying to not let himself be swept away by the uncommon delights while also feverishly yearning for more. Craving to grasp onto this unimaginable pleasure with both hands that had been so graciously dropped into his lap - both figuratively and literally.

And you were so happy to provide.

You let your tongue swirl around him, tasting him, as you took him as deep as possible, again and again. Tears were stinging in your eyes and blurring your vision from how he filled your throat. But it only caused you to push further, deeper. Until you heard a sound spilling from Astarion’s lips again: wrangled, breathless and silent as if it only involuntarily left his mouth at all and would have much rather been kept caught in his throat. A sound so far from any of the practised and performed moans and growls you were used to that it was almost startling.

But you knew now that you were doing very much the right thing. It kept happening a few more times - gasps and moans spilling from Astarion’s mouth, lips slightly apart so you could see the tips of his fangs from your lowered position.

You sucked forcefully on his hardened length, lips messily leaving a wet trail as you dragged them up over his cock and felt him jerk in your mouth. You took note of every detail as you let your tongue flick over him again: the repeated, needy twitches of his dick in your mouth, his taste intensifying on your tongue as more drops kept spilling from his tip, the veins you clearly felt outline from his base along his shaft. All of it to your own pleasure. Somewhere in the back of your mind you realised that you yourself were quite tense with lust, your underwear probably a hot, wet mess already. You felt your clit twitch in response to the continuing jerks of his cock in your mouth as you eagerly kept sucking on it.

Then you let his length slip from your hot, wet mouth. A silver string of spit still connecting you to his glistening tip. Again you tried to find his gaze before you wrapped one hand around his dick. You held it so you could drag your tongue up along it flatly - right from the base at his balls up to the crown of his cock where you flicked up another taste of him with the tip of your tongue. Your other hand in the meantime softly cupped his balls and began teasing them: squeezing, massaging - and playfully pinching when to your pleasure you felt them tighten right under your fingers.

Next thing you knew was that you felt Astarion’s hand enter your hair, slightly tugging on it. He wasn’t trying to pull you back, not at all. If anything he would have given everything in this moment to get just a tad more of what you were offering.

And right now he felt desperate to hold onto you all of a sudden as he watched how beautiful your lips looked wrapped around him. How beautiful you looked. And how this was about so much more than lust: how he felt the life, the warmth and the love you provided him with.

His one hand curled up in your hair, pulling on it but only to the point of pleasure while his other softly caressed one of your pointy ears. A moan left you, immediately answered with another by Astarion as he kept observing you - and how you shamelessly took him.

You hadn’t thought pleasuring him would have such a major effect on you as well. But here you were feeling the heat pool between your legs and becoming almost unbearable.

He was the sole focus of your efforts though. For all you cared you would burn up for him as long as he would receive the love and affection he deserved.

And now you chose to show him your love like this: still holding his rock hard shaft and squeezing his balls upwards you turned your head and bared your teeth to let them softly graze along his length.

The groan Astarion made sounded more animalistic than anything. The fist in your hair tightened, pulled harder and his hips bucked into you hard. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as delicious pain and the view of Astarion slowly unravelling beneath you filled you with complete and utter bliss.

With your hands you reached up as high as possible now, dug your fingers into his muscles and dragged them down, scratching, as you took him so deep once more it immediately drove tears into your eyes.

Astarion tensed even more beneath you, lifting his slender hips off the ground as his body almost uncontrollably seeked more of that luxurious feeling only you could provide. You pushed him down again, making him lay still as you kept on teasing him. Careful though as to not push him too far yet. You wanted to draw out his enjoyment for as long as possible - and then some.

His hands were still holding your face - one pulling on your hair wrapped around his fingers still, the other tenderly cupping the side of your face, thumb caressing your ear so softly it seemed at odds with the rest that was happening.

The tension in your vampire rose up ever higher, cock violently twitching in your mouth.

You were ready to push him over the edge a while later, watch him burst into a million pieces beneath your hands while you made sure all his parts would stick together again eventually.

But then you felt him jerk on your hair harder than before, lifting your head off him, dick spilling from your mouth, smearing your lips and chin with traces of you and him mixed together. Your eyes sprung to his, piercinginto you - an intensity in them that made you positively shudder.

This wasn’t a broken man in this moment. This was someone who knew he could own everything and everyone in the world if only he chose so.

And your lips curled into a smile, knowing that it was your doing.

“If this is truly about taking care of me,” Astarion breathed as he still held your head up, holding you immobile right over what you wanted to indulge in most in this moment.“If this is truly about my fun, dear darling,” he continued, voice deep and rumbly, filled to the brim with desire and heedless lust “let me be inside of you.”

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Part 3

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