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2neaky · 12 days

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Any Means Necessary.3

Stalker!Ony x Black!Reader

Onyankopon's growing obsession with Y/N, a young woman he happened to stumble upon in his city, leads him to a spot right outside of her bathroom window. He's a peeper, but he's got no shame.

Part 1, Part 2

7.5k words! Not rlly edited

Warnings: MDNI, nonconsensual stalking, nonconsensual m*sturbation to Y/N (Y/N is unaware of it), obscene & highly descriptive language, explicit s*xual content, mention & use of a s*x toy, an*l & an*l play, p*netration (p in v), dubious consent, breathplay, slight possessiveness, c*rvix kissing, an unrealistic amount of fluids (or maybe it is realistic, who knows), unprotected s*x (don't do this), use of outdated term "clean" to describe the status of one's s*xual health

Banners by @rookthornesartistry & @chaeneuu

Tag list: @simpingfor-wakasa @ciaqui

Snowfall started around eight o’clock, and it’s far too dark for anyone to be outside at this time.

And that’s good.

The darkness makes it easier to hide.

For too long, Ony had thought of how he would make his way into her house. He’s played it over in his head so many fucking times he could do the plan with his eyes closed.

He heads straight for the back door, his decided entrance into the condo.

The lock is simple, far too easy to pick. Its click brings a jovial look to his face in the darkness.

He pushes the door open carefully, slinking into the dark house like a shadow.

His heavy boots land on the door mat placed at the door. Smart enough not to track the snow inside, he toes them off.

The nylon material of his jacket risks him being heard before being seen. And that simply can’t do.

The low whine of the zipper sounds until the jacket is fully open. He shrugs off the coat, letting it pool on the ground near his snow-crusted shoes.

Now, only in a shirt and sweats, he looks just like he lives here. Belonging with her.

His chest swells with a large inhale. Her home has a soft, powdery sweet scent.

He’s never gotten close enough to smell her. He wonders if she smells like her home, too, or if she has her own individual scent that depends on which perfume she chooses for the day.

Another thing he notices—the relative quietness of the home.

No pets either.

They would have sniffed him out by now or barked once they heard the intrusion.

But, he keeps still anyway, trying to source out any other sounds.

What he does hear is distant, playing softly; Music.

She’s upstairs.

In the dark, he makes out the staircase over near the front door. The condo is a fairly new construction. What are the chances of her having creaky steps already?

He’ll have to test them out now, won’t he?

With caution, he mounts the stairs. As he climbs, he considers the possibility of getting caught for the first time ever.

He isn’t really scared. If after all this time, Y/N hadn’t realized that she was being stalked, he has nothing to fear.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Ony surveys the dark hallway. The music has gotten louder.

No wonder she didn’t hear him come in.

The floors don’t creak either as he walks, yet he remains careful.

It isn’t hard to find her; Light spills through a crack in the doorway of room much further down. The music continues to increase in volume as he nears it.

He’s quiet as he saddles up to the crack in the door. Hidden by the darkness, he takes his chance to peak inside: Sitting at the foot of her bed, Y/N stares down at a pink box in her hands.

A champagne colored, satin robe covers her body, but it’s slipping. The front is more open than it should be, giving him sight of her deep cleavage, all the way down to just above her navel. One leg crossed over the other, the expanse of her thigh is exposed.

Her skin is shiny and smooth. And her hair is under a scarf.

She just did her nightly routine, he’s sure of it. Her face is gleaming with serums and all the other shit women like her tend to use in their elaborate skin care routine.

His cum on her face would have the same effect. In fact, he’ll bet that it’ll look even better.

Y/N continues to stare down at the box, nibbling on her bottom lip in thought. The moment of contemplation lasts only a minute more before she decides to open it up.

His eyes fall to the ground, seeing the empty black gift bag at her feet and the pink tissue paper strewn around.

If Ony didn’t look back up in time, he would have missed her pulling it out of the box; A decently sized, fairly girthy dildo.

He almost chokes on his own air.

Y/N discards the box in the same fashion she did the gift bag. Her soft pink frenchies frame the toy perfectly. YA perfectly chosen color. Her fingers don’t even wrap all the way around it.

It’s looks almost like his. He has half the mind to think she was actually stalking him.

Nevertheless, the all too realistic design makes it easier to imagine her holding him instead. The thought sends his blood rushing south.

She stands from the bed to head into the connected bathroom. He licks his lips, watching the way her ass moves with each step underneath her robe.

He can hardly hear the running of the faucet over the music. A minute or two passes before it’s shut off and she reemerges from the bathroom.

Her robe has slipped further down, the belt virtually untied at this point. In her hand, the toy drips with water. She rests it on the bed side table, standing upright.

She pulls at the remaining inch of the belt and he watches her robe falls open like it’s nothing. For a second, the only thing exposed is her pussy—his favorite sight. Then she makes the smallest movement, and the ends of her robe fall away from her hardened nipples. Her dark areaolas steal his eyes away.

Y/N shirks the robe off of her shoulders and throws it down at the foot of the bed before climbing into it.

Naked against the sheets, she falls back against the pillows. She releases a sigh loud enough for him to hear. She grabs up her phone previously buried in the sheets. As she taps away on the device, one leg raises, knee pointed up to the ceiling.

Her face isn’t as clear as it previously was, but the new position gives him too good of a view of the pool in between her legs. Though, he would love to see her further spread open—get a better view of the bubble gum pink hidden by her pudgy lips.

A manicured hand slithers down the smooth plane of her toned stomach and between her thick thighs. With a touch so gently, she caresses her fat mound softly.

The way her body relaxes is so beautiful to him.

She rubs herself over and over, hand running over her lips with every pass. Until she presses a finger between them. Her body barely tenses as she applies the tiniest bit of pressure to her clit.

Her legs part wider and she spreads herself with her fingers. All the while, she maintains a stoic expression as she scrolls through her phone.

Nevertheless, when she opens up, he finally sees the tiny pink pearl protected by its hood. Her middle finger reaches down to circle it at a slow and calm pace.

Her glossed lips part, whatever sound that comes out of them he doesn’t hear as her head further sinks into the pillow behind her.

Her ring finger joins the middle one. Together, they pick up the pace by just a fraction. The pressure is a smidge greater.

He swallows back a moan, seeing her grow wet at her own touch. Her small hole clenches, pushing out a small gush of liquid that trickles down her crack. It seeps into the sheets beneath, creating a wet spot.

As Y/N continues to rub, never letting up, her face twitches and her hips stutter. She inches farther up on the bed, biting down on her bottom lip. The rubbing halts as she does a quick swipe down her pussy before continuing. Her lips are shining with the spread of her arousal.

God, he wonders what she sounds like.

She releases her bottom lip, mouth hanging open. A mewl leaves her. She cups herself in an attempt to suspend her orgasm.

Her whimper is soft and cute, he catches just a peak of it over the music. And she’s just too needy, too desperate for her own nut.

Hungry for some kind of friction, she resumes the action, building back up to a fairly quick pace. Her juices give too much of a slip. Nevertheless, her thighs flex. Her hips twitch.

“Mmh … hah—“

A tiny splurge of squirt splashes against her own fingers. It’s a polite little stream, one that’s got her hips canting into her hand, chasing after another release far too soon.

But rubbing isn’t good enough. Immediately, she switches to a firm hand, giving her clit three quick slaps. The pudge of her lips tremble with each one.

“Oh—fuck!”

She throws her head back. A squirt or two more burst from her, each weaker than the original one. And when she gets too weak for that, she rides out her orgasm with more rubbing.

Finally, her leg slips down the bed. Her body slumps and her hand ceases to move.

The wet spot beneath her ass has gotten considerably bigger, however, it’s still rather small.

Behind the door, Ony watches with a hand down his pants, fisting himself so hard that it’s he’s going dizzy. When his release is just at its peak, he squeezes himself to keep himself from falling over the cliff. He can’t cum too quick. Since the gym, he knew that next time he would come, he’d want it to be inside of her.

Finally, Y/N moves again, this time, stretching to grab the dildo and lube. Cracking the small bottle open, she pours some out on her fingertips. She slathers it all over the toy, making it glisten.

Spreading her legs once again, he sees her greedy hole clenches around nothing until it pushes out a dribble of soft vanilla-colored cream from her last orgasm.

“Shit,” his voice wavers.

She rubs the tip of the dildo between her lips, mixing and spreading her cum all over her lips and clit. It’s messy and sticky, thin strings of white pulling from her skin to the deep brown silicone.

His dick jumps, the wet spot in his boxers grow.

The toy looks like it has some weight to it. She does a light tap against her clit, shuddering. It makes a soft smack against her.

There goes that lip biting again. She makes circles with the thick head, coaxing herself into opening. Her arm tenses as she applies more and more pressure to the toy.

Just a little … bit … more—

The head pops through, plunging into her warmth. She breathes harder, working it deeper into herself. In and out, in and out. Soft white pearls at the mouth of her cunt, dripping down in thick beads the deeper the toy goes.

When she gets it halfway, she pulls it out. And he would have paid anything to hear the creamy sound her pussy made.

A long, thick rope of goo stretches between her cunt and the toy. The bottom half of the dildo’s length is painted in so much white, it’s almost hard to see the original color of its deep brown beneath.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, high pitched and needed.

She taps her cunt with it, even more aroused by her own sticky mess smeared all over her. Again, she plunges it back in, like she knew her pussy had missed the fullness.

And it pulls a ragged moan out of her. So fucking filthy. Her painted toes curl against the sheets, back arching with every other inch she works into herself.

Y/N keeps going until it’s all the way in, stuffing her greedy little hole, forcing more and more scandalous sounds out of her mouth.

She’s wreck, her hole swallowing around the toy, pushing out more and more globs of cum. It cakes the sliver of space between her ass cheeks, obscured by the winking of her second hole.

Y/N doesn’t give her body the chance to push out on this. Keeping a hand pressed to the toy’s base, she forces herself to get used to taking something this big.

It’s almost too much. Ony is sinking his nails into the palms of his hands, hopelessly trying to keep himself from finishing. The way she’s stretched open, repeatedly clamping down on it.

Greedy ass pussy.

His dick is pulsing, balls pulled so tight, and aching for release. He doesn’t know if he’ll last before getting in her.

Y/N shudders, hips moving mindlessly as she goes dumb over a stupid toy. She fucks deeply, mixing her guts with it. It pulls a shaky cry out of her, eyes squeezed shut.

She practically gushes around the toy. The milky white gets practically everywhere. Beneath her, the puddle only grows. And the tremble in her legs is so bad she can no longer keep them up.

Teeth bared, she hisses as she pulls it all out again.

Unbelievable.

It’s almost ridiculous how messy she’s got. The toy is dripping, the poor thing practically drowned out by her.

Y/N gives herself a chance to get a breath in before slamming the toy back in. It punches the air out of her, a loud squelch the only thing to soften the wet fart her pussy makes.

It’s amazing that he heard it over the music.

She freezes, whimpering like she had just hit the perfect spot. Her body crumbles. But she continues the assault on her pitiful little pussy, battering it with the deep strokes.

A thick ring of white froths at the base of the toy, growing every time it meets at the mouth of her cunt. It becomes enough that it gets all over her fingers, and oozing onto the bed.

Her sheets are a mess.

“F-fuck … fuuuck, Daddyy,” she groans. Her eyes roll back.

Her pussy is a sopping, sloppy mess, thanking her quite loudly as she feeds it what it wants.

But Ony knows that he’s what she really needs.

Her moans grow louder, more desperate, as she tries to claim another orgasm. At this point, she’s not even sure how many she’s had.

“Shit … shit—“

“That’s right, get it out. Get that nut...”

It takes far too many seconds for the new voice to register in her fucked out, hazy brain.

Her eyes peel open to see the tall figure leaning against the entrance of her room.

His head almost grazes the top of the doorframe. Thick, muscular arms trail down into the pockets of his sweats. Sweats that do nothing to hide how hard his dick is.

Fear finally strikes through her, and the sensible part of her brain tells her to cover up.

The attempt is cute, pathetic, even: She barely manages to conceal her body. Her breasts spill through her splayed fingers, and her other hand hovers over her messy pussy.

“W-what are you doing here?” The tremble in her already small voice, brings an even bigger smile out of him.

“Oh, don’t lemme stop you. I’m just here for what’s mine, Y/N.”

All the air leaves her chest as he says her name. His tongue bends around it perfectly, like he’d practiced saying it for this moment.

She clenches around the toy. “Wh-who are you?“

“I been watching you.”

She shrinks in on herself, like a scared little bunny, cornered by its predator.

“I-is it money? Do y-you want money—”

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “I want you, mama.”

Her mouth never closes, too scared to speak yet fearing what might happen if she were silent.

“H-how did you get in my house?”

He rolls his lips for a second, eyes never leaving her body. “Should really get a better lock.”

Tears well up in her deep-brown eyes, threatening to spill over onto the already dewy fat of her cheeks.

“P-please, please—don’t hurt me—“

“No, no—c’mon, Y/N. C’mon now,” he coos, stepping to the bed.

She inches back, the heel of her foot slipping against the puddle of wetness she had created all on her own. She can chance running, but how well will that work? Her previous orgasms have turned her limbs to jell-o.

“I ain’t tryna hurt you. I’m just tryna make you feel good.”

She glances back down at his dick, poking through the sweats. He doesn’t even stop himself, gripping at his erection. She forgets how to breathe for a second: He’s impossibly hard … and thick.

Y/N desperately tries not to acknowledge the way her pussy clamps down on the toy. Her chest tightens as she looks back into his eyes.

“I know you been lonely. Ain’t got nobody to talk to … no one who knows your body—could make it feel good. I wanna do that, so let me.”

How long has he been watching her? Why? He told her, but she just doesn’t get it! What is he getting out of this?

“Lemme make you feel good, Y/N. Don’t make me beg for it.”

Her lips part, yet she stops herself before her mouth starts moving. She catches him staring harder than he should.

Some part of her brain loves the attention she’s getting, it’s been a long time since that’s happened. But she reminds herself that this is ultimately a terrible thing that she shouldn’t find enjoyment—of any measure—in.

Watching his face closely, she attempts to sear the details of his face into her brain. He’s not ugly, far from it. If he wasn’t a fucking creep, she might’ve even approached him in a bar or at the club.

A well groomed beard, pristine waves, plump lips, high cheekbones, and a nose that would make riding a face the most pleasant experience ever.

She blinks, throwing away the thought.

“Y/N…”

Her name makes a low rumble in his chest.

“A-and you—you’re not gonna hurt me?”

He shakes his head. “Not unless you want me to.” He licks his lips before they spread into a grin.

God, she just can’t help it. He was right, she needs this. She’s desperate for it. Desperate for someone to come and fuck her so good that her she goes stupid—cock-drunk.

“Are you clean?” Her voice is much quieter than before.

There goes that charming smile of his again.

“As a whistle.”

She eyes him carefully.

“I’ll stop the second you tell me,” he mumbles, dark eyes zeroing in on the spot between her legs.

She’s got no reason to trust the guy who stalked her and broke into her home. If she says yes, she’ll be making the stupidest decision of a lifetime.

“O-okay.”

He closes the space between him and the bed. In seconds he’s rounding her side, standing over her smaller figure.

“You’on know how long I waited for this.”

Before she can ask, a heavy hands clasps around one of her ankles. Her heart leaps out of her chest as he drags her to the edge of the bed.

He hangs her legs around his waist like a belt. Y/N resists the urge to close them around him.

Up close, her pussy is a dream. A sticky, drooling mess of cum. She’s stretched so wide around the toy, her puffy lips pulled taut.

Licking at his lips, Ony yanks his shirt over his head. It’s tossed to the ground behind him.

He notices how she still hides her chest from him.

“You hiding from me?”

She shakes her head quickly, eyes still wide.

“Good, ‘cause I seen it already.” He pulls her hands away, gently. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he sighs out.

He brings a hand to cup her left breast, thumbing at her stiff nipple. He barely hears her whimper over the music before pinching at her.

Her back arches, beautifully, chest bouncing as she does so. He leans down, capturing the right nipple in his mouth.

Another sound, which he can barely fucking hear.

The hand on her breast lifts, traveling to grasp her neck as the other sinks past her tummy. Her chest billows, air stuck in her throat as he switches over to suckle at the left nipple.

He caresses the creamy mess of her pussy. Her hips chase after his hand, rutting into it when he runs his fingers through her folds. Middle and ring finger joined, he rubs with suitable pressure against her thumping clit.

A weak moan tumbles past her lips. He pulls off of her.

“Low down the music.”

His voice is gruff, she can’t even tell that she’s gotten wetter.

“M-my phone.”

He pulls away for just a second, using her phone to lower the volume. The Twitter video she had playing has long since paused. He clicks the phone off, tossing it God knows where.

His hand returns to her neck, squeezing as he plays in the mess of her pussy. Her cunt squishes against his fingers, quite loudly.

She whimpers in embarrassment, looking away.

“Fuck,” he moans, watching her clamp around the toy.

Slowly, her embarrassment burns away as she slips deeper into pleasure. Switching his positioning, the rough pad of his thumb slips and slides against her, causing her head to fall back and her eyes to slip closed.

His hand leaves her clit to go lower. A sharp gasp falls from her lips as the toy is tugged at by its base.

“Lemme help you with that,” he rasps just before pulling it all the way out.

Webs of cum stretch between her and the toy before breaking. She mewls, and he gets to see her pretty pink hole, exposed to the air. It clenches repeatedly, as if it missed the feeling of being full. Her cum from previous orgasms ooze out of her like thick, milky syrup.

“I’ma fill up this pussy soon,” he swears to himself.

Ony brings the messy dildo to his face, examining it in all its closeness. It’s sticky with her cream. He almost wants to taste it. To taste her.

“The second time I ever seen you was at the gym.”

She tries to work through the fog of her own brain to comprehend his words.

“That pretty, fat ass looked real good in those shorts. So did that pussy.”

He plunges his fingers into her, moving so quick that she splashes back against him. She’s a mess, crying out.

“She speaking to me, huh?”

Throwing her head back, she moans out. He hums, pulling his hand out. Far too easily, he sticks his gooey fingers in his mouth, sucking off her cream.

And—fuck—she tastes amazing.

“Turn ‘round for me.”

“Wait—w-what do I call you?”

“Ony.” He licks at his bottom lip.

With no other words, he flips her over on her stomach. A heavy hand lands on her left ass cheek, making the fat shake like jello.

She hisses, back arching as she pushes her ass up higher into the air.

“Yeah, keep that ass up f’me.”

He reaches out, gripping a cheek tight. He spreads it. His thumb inches towards her puckered hole, spreading her release around it.

“You gon’ lemme fuck you here?” He hums.

The thought of stretching her ass out makes his dick jump in his pants. He’s gonna have to come out of those soon.

Y/N moans into the messy sheets, gripping at them.

“Ever been fucked there?”

Her voice is muffled.

“Say that again?”

She twists her head to the side. “Y-yes.”

“Oh, so you a lil’ freak then?” His thumb pressed into her harder, yet it doesn’t break past. “I knew that, though,” he says to himself, still toying with her butt.

“Please...”

“Please, what?”

“Please, Ony. Fuck me.”

He throws his head back in laughter. “In ya butt?”

Her shoulders hunch in embarrassment. Y/N rests her head on folded arms and looks back at him through wet lashes.

A pout on her lips, she barely nods. And he can’t help but to coo at her. But, he gives a firm head shake. “Nah. I won’t stick my dick there.”

Her face falls.

“But, we could use this fun lil’ toy you bought.”

Her eyes widen and her arch slackens. “Wait, wait—I-I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

“If this won’t fit, I definitely won’t.” Picking up the dildo, he smacks the thick, silicon tip against her anus. “Wouldn’t hurt to try though, right?”

“Ony—“

“You’on trust me, mama?”

She stares at him, sucking on her bottom lip. After a minute of thinking, she nods.

“Good girl.”

She whimpers as cold lube drips onto her crack, although he’s sure she doesn’t even need it with how much she’d cum. Still, doesn’t hurt to be safe.

He spreads it with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to tease the entrance of a finger. And then his thumb pops in, pulling a low whine out of her.

“You ever used ya fingers here before?”

She buries her head into the sheets, moaning into them.

Ony takes his time, pushing and pulling his thumb at a slow pace. “Words, mama.”

“Yes.”

He never switches up the pace on her, trying to get her comfortable. But, she can’t help that greed burning in the pit of her tummy. She wants to feed it.

“More…”

“Ouu, you dirty.” He smacks the creamy dildo against a cheek.

A breathless giggle floats past her lips.

Rocking on her knees, she shakes her ass for him. “More, Ony.”

“How much you want?”

“Mmph—all,” she groans, eyes fluttering shut.

“You like that freaky shit?”

“Yeah,” she moans breathlessly.

It makes sense, seeing as how her body offers little resistance to him. He removes his thumb, and there she is, clenching around nothing again. He’ll fix that.

Slowly, he pushes the tip of the dildo in. And then he works it in, pushing, pulling, and even twisting the toy.

“Oh, fuck, Ony,” Y/N whines. Despite the burn of the stretch, she pushes her ass back against him.

“Yeah, fuck y’self on this dick.” With his free hand, he tugs at his sweats. “Just like that, baby.”

Clear fluid gathers at her stretched rim. As he fucks her, it drips from the toy. Her pussy weeps at the backdoor stimulation.

“So fucking dirty.” He swipes a finger through her folds as he continues to fuck her ass. He thumbs at her clit, loving the way her body twitches and shudders at all he does.

Thick globs of her honey slowly drip from her.

Finally, he pushes the dildo all the way in. Her hole clenches repeatedly, naturally working to push it out.

“Keep that shit in,” he grunts, smacking her ass.

She whimpers loudly. Her eyes can barely keep open with the constant threat of rolling back into her skull. She feels so full already. The thick toy has got her so stuffed, undoubtedly making the space between her walls tighter.

Speaking of, Ony flips Y/N on her back, ready to get in between them. Peering down at her face, she already looks fucked out of it.

“You ready to tap out?”

His thumb caresses her clit in a way that has her pulling in her bottom lip. Pushing past her arousal, Y/N sits up on her elbows to stare down at the mess he’s making with her: swirling the mess around.

“Hm?”

Her mouth falls open slowly as a glob of his spit lands right on his target.

“Uh-uh,” she exhales, shaking her head so fast it almost makes her dizzy.

“Good.”

He grips her thick thighs as he gets down on his knees. Lowering his face in between her legs, his breath tickles her. He laughs when she jumps.

Her body teems with excitement as it trembles under him.

Eye contact is strong as the soft pink of his tongue breaks past his thick lips. From her clenching hole to her thumping pearl, he runs it straight through her puffy, glistening folds.

Her legs twitch against his hands, but he keeps them in place.

A faint cry falls from her lips, so soft he doesn’t even hear it. With every lick and suckle, she grows wetter. He laps at her honeypot, the bottom half of his face getting shinier with every passing second.

The twisted sheets between her fingers aren’t enough. One hand releases the cloth, brain muddying so much that she no longer fears touching him with her hands.

An acrylic-laid fingers falls atop his waves.

At the back of her mind, she half-expected him to stop in the middle of eating—pulling away to remove her hand and tell her not to fuck up his hair. But he doesn’t.

He just keeps on eating. Eating like his life depends on it. Eating like this is his last meal on this earth.

His head twists and turns, neck craning to get the best angles so that his tongue may reach deeper—that he may taste more.

“Sh-shit … Ony,” she mewls, back arching into the air.

The tip of nose slides against her clit. She clenches repeatedly around his tongue.

“Ony, I…”

He hums into, as if to say “go on.”

Her eyes blink lazily, jaw only slackening as she reaches closer.

She tastes better than water. He can guzzle her down forever.

Only pressing his face further into her puffy pussy, every crease of her is laden with her water.

“Oh, God—Ony!”

Against his desires, he pulls away, replacing his face with his hands. He parts her lips with one hand, the other passing back and forth over her clit.

“C’mon, Y/N,” he drawls, hand moving faster than his voice.

“Mmh … auuh—“

Her splishing turns to a gush, his fingers beating against the stream.

She hisses, throwing her head back against the mattress.

“Give it to me,” he goads, dragging a hand down her thigh to smack her.

Still holding her open, he leans back in to drink from her, eyes squeezed shut as he indulges far too much.

He doesn’t stop until he sucks her dry, cleaning her up despite her whimpers of overstimulation.

“You taste good, Ma,” he croaks, licking at his lips.

His eyes don’t leave her quivering mound. Letting his immediate thoughts take ahold of him, he spits on it, only to sup her up one more time.

He hardly realizes the faint pushing at his forehead. Getting the message, he finally lets up.

Her body is a puddle on the mattress. Her heaving chest shines with sweat.

Against his hands, her thighs tremble. Puffs of air float past her heart shaped lips.

That had to be the best head she’s ever gotten. It was almost too overwhelming. Even as she tries to calm her heart, it’s just beating too fast.

And she hasn’t even done anything but lay on her back and take it.

That’s all Ony needs of her.

Letting go of her legs, he gets back on his feet.

“Where you want it?”

She blinks hazily, her vision blurred. “H-huh?”

“Thought I was finished?”

She struggles to sit up on her elbows.

“Yeah,” he chuckles. Y/N looks down just in time for him to pull himself out of his sweats. “Nah.”

Just as his tip is freed from the waistband of his boxer, his dick bobs, almost slapping against his stomach. And speaking of his tip, it’s wide. The perfect shade of calm pink. But still wide.

He’s got a curve that she’s sure will pierce her cervix. And prominent veins that she knows she’ll feel when he’s inside. With the way it’s standing, he doesn’t need no quick two or three pumps to get ready.

“That pussy ready f’me?” he breathes, wrapping his thick fingers around his dick and lifting it.

“It’s t-too … big.” She gazes up at him, expression open and unsure.

He props himself up on me hand over her. With the other, he smacks his cock against her pudgy lips.

The sheer heaviness of him makes her jump. Her tiny gasp is adorable. Tugging at his bottom lip with teeth, Ony taps her again, reveling in the wet plop it makes.

It’s not even in her yet and that left curve is hitting her just right—her clit, that is. And he seems to share her ecstasy; He fights rolling his eyes back as he rubs his throbbing tip through her slippery labia.

Precum is smeared all over her, and it’s a sight similar to a freshly glazed chocolate donut.

Tiny twitches disrupt her body as she’s once again building back up to another orgasm. She whimpers, feeling her pussy widen as it prepares to take him in.

But he didn’t enter, only playing with her body in the cruelest way.

“Nngh … c’mon,” she quietly begs.

“Just a little bit more, baby.”

His denial has rivers gushing out onto his dick, getting him wet enough for her. Finally, he aligns himself with her and ever so slowly, does he press into her.

If this isn’t heaven on earth, he doesn’t know what the fuck it is.

A tight, wet pocket of heat swallows his tip easily. He moans pathetically, arms shaking as he tries to fight against himself to keep from busting too quick.

She’s clenching repeatedly, like she’s never had dick before. The thought has him twitch, the small movement she feels. It has her clenching down on him even harder.

A deep groan erupts from him, his head dropping into his chest as he continues to bully his way into her pussy. He slides his hips back and forth, opening her up more and more.

Gotta keep going echoes in his head, even as there’s a mere inch of him left to give.

Around his waist, her legs tremble so much she tightens them around him so that it mightn’t be so noticeable. Her body is so tightly wound, holding back.

Ony shifts on his feet, catching the small wince Y/N makes. He readies himself and pushes the last inch in, a tiny plop heard as their skin collides. He shudders at the feeling, only made better as her body tries to milk him. Flush against her, his balls are pressed into the cloud of her cream which she had pushed out.

“So fuckin’ wet, baby,” he groans.

She can feel him jumping inside of her. Her legs squeeze him tighter. It’s her first time using both holes at once, and she didn’t think she’d be feeling this full.

Clenching around both him and the toy has her fighting to keep her eyes open. And he hasn’t moved yet, but it’s like he’s in her stomach. It’s what she can only describe as a deep ache that feels wonderful. And the toy is only making her feel more sensitive.

“You ready?” Ony gruffs, fisting at the sheets to keep some sense of control.

She nods, at a loss for words. Too scared to open her mouth, because what will come out might not even be a coherent sentence or thought. Just broken babbles and sounds.

Keeping close, he hooks a hand under the crook of her right knee and slowly lifts her leg until it’s thrown over his shoulder. It brought a devilish grin to his lips, watching her face morph into one of incredulity as he makes her stretch to get a tighter hole.

The squeeze—he can’t even describe it. But he’s sure she can tell by the way his eyes roll back. Her clinching down is dangerous. He wants to tell her to stop, but he doesn’t even think he can speak.

“Fuuuck—“

He heaves his hips out of her at a dragging pace. And she makes it so hard, like her body doesn’t want to let him go. He practically fights against the suction of her.

Soft cries pour from her lips, made louder when he slides back in. He builds into a comfortable pace. Every time their hips meet, there’s a resounding wet splat is heard. So focused keeping it up, he doesn’t even see how her pelvis is bathed in the pasty gloop of her weeping pussy.

Her moans are choked up, like music to his ears as he fully sheathes himself inside of her. Deciding that he wanted to remain in her, he circles his hips, repeatedly pressing the crown of his dick into her cervix while hitting her G-spot.

“GOD—“

He doesn’t let up, continuing to mix up her pot of honey. He has to remind himself to breathe, feeling like he’s almost drowning in her.

“Ony,” she whines, over and over again, warbling in his ear. Her arms are thrown around his shoulder, nails clawing at the skin of his back.

“You like this?”

She hastily nods, too broken to speak.

“Huh?” He exhales, still working his dick into her. “You like how I’m fucking you?”

“Yes, yes!”

He gives her a few more pumps before pulling himself up to stand. Regaining his footing, Ony unhooks her leg from his shoulder to hold by her ankle.

Now that he’s not in too deep, he chances looking at the mess they’ve created. Her viscous spread to the inners of her quaking thighs and the valley between her ass.

The mess on the bed is so thick, the puddle beneath dotted with globs of white that crest the bottom of her cheeks. Webbings of tacky release attach them, too heavy to keep up in gravity. And speaking of, his balls drip with thick blobs of cum.

Pleading whines knock him from his trance, pushing him to continue. Turning his head, he presses a wet smooch to the inside of her calve.

“Look so fucking sexy.” Another kiss just an inch higher. “Split open on my dick like this.” He pecks her ankle. “Pussy weeping for me.”

Bringing her foot closer to his face, he presses his lips to her clean foot sole. Her acrylic-laden toes curl as he begins to move again. Her croons are drowned out by the piercing spurts they make as he plunges into her.

His thick tongue slips past his lips, curling around her big toe before he sucks on it. Y/N does nothing but whine, a hand pressing to his lower abdomen as he fucks her good. Her brain is a puddle as he sucks on her toes.

As his tongue laves her two middle toes, one hand holding up her leg, he uses the other to press against her lower stomach. A ragged cry rips from her as her body further tenses.

“Yeaah,” he drags out once his mouth is off of her. “You feel me there?”

She responds, but he can’t even tell what she’s saying. It’s all just nonsense blubbering.

“Feel me fucking you this deep?” He doesn’t let up. In fact, he’s fucking harder. “All in your stomach, baby…”

Her eyes are glazed over, barely open as she just takes it.

Ony didn’t think she would get any wetter than this. But as he pushes in her, rivulets of sap splash back against his pelvis. It’s a warm, heavy ache that only feels better with the pressure from all ends. And a bit of the ache is relieved every time her body releases a warm flow of slop from between her legs.

Her body bounces, breasts rolling with every movement. She’s fucking gushing like a spout he can’t seem to shut off. Not that he wants to. In fact, he doesn’t think he ever wants to pull out. With all this wetness, he can’t even tell if he came yet. But if he did, he knows that once isn’t enough to satiate him.

“Should bust in here.” He presses down harder on her stomach. She sobs, brokenly. “Fill you with my seed … fill that pussy up with me—“

His hips stutter, pace faltering.

“Fuck—Im’a mark you. Make s-sure … no other nigga … scumming in this—a-awe shit!”

His dick jumps as spurts of coming empty out of him, balls tightening as he feeds her pussy every ounce of cum he has. And she’s eating up, swallowing it all around him.

He stays in for a minute, her body just continuing to milk him for all he’s worth until he’s empty.

“Shit, you feel so good, baby,” he groans.

When he finally pulls out, his release is too much for her to contain. Immediately, it chases after him, seeping out in thick dribbles. He pushes her legs back to get the best view.

And as he watches, she reaches a hand down to stick her fingers in all of it. Pulling them away to have him see the sticky strings of their cum mixed together. She slaps at her messy cunt before dipping lower to scoop up his falling cum, only to make a feeble effort to push it back inside.

“Fucking nasty,” he laughs, and when he looks up to see her face, she’s got a dazed smile on her lips.

But in all honesty, watching her play in their messy has him bricked up again, which she instantly catches. Before he can say anything, she pushes herself onto her stomach and lifts her ass into the air.

“One more,” she says softly, peering back at him over her shoulder.

It’s a debauched sight. The toy is still pushed in deep, and she’s dripping onto the bed. Gingerly, she reaches a hand down between her legs, cupping her sensitive mound before lifting her fingers back to messily toy with her clit.

“C’mon, Ony,” she whines, rocking her ass back and forth.

Even as she begs, she doesn’t wait for him, still rubbing as herself for one more release. Her eyes fall closes, ass cheeks and legs twitching as she builds up to another orgasm.

Her eyes open for a sliver of a second, just enough for him to see them roll back. Her mouth drops open, the ghost of a wail leaving through it.

There’s nothing.

And then…

A harsh shiver wracks throughout her body, announcing the violent spray of squirt that further soaks the mattress, fuck the sheets at this point.

“Oh God … oh God,” she groans, body almost convulsing as she beats against her clit, dragging it out. “Onyyy,” she cries.

Her pussy clenches repeatedly, almost begging for something to fill it, even as it pushes out an orgasm for the umpteenth time tonight. So, he gives her what she wants.

DIck in hand, he holds onto her ass and guides himself back into her. With no patience this time around, he drops his dick into her with so much ease it slides in.

And as he bottoms out, her pussy makes a loud, wet fart. The sound is punctured with a heavy moan by her. He pulls out and pushes back in. The sound repeats, much wetter this time. And he does it again, hearing the squishing of her pussy alongside the wet suction.

The sound goads him to push in and pull out, repeatedly. Loud splats accompany the bouncing of her ass against his pelvis. The ripples of her fat are hypnotic, and he’s getting lost in it. Reaching out, he grasps her throat, squeezing just enough that she’s clutching onto his arm. His dick throbs as she clenches around him.

“Got me cumming back to back in this pussy—“

Leaning over her, leg propped up on the bed frame, he fucks into her deeper. The arch in her back is so deep as his dick pierces her stomach. The hand at her hip leaves its spot to lay a heavy smack on her ass.

“Sh-shit!”

“You love that shit,” he grits in her ears. That hand travels to the toy buried deep in her. He applies pressure to the base, and she wails. “Love being fucked … in both holes, huh?”

Wet tears streak her puffy cheeks. The head-tie that once sat neatly atop her hair has been slipped. The top of leave-out peaking out at him.

“Gonna fill you up again—“

“Please!”

He doesn’t try to last as long this time, emptying his second or third load deep in her. He can’t even tell the number at this point.

“Fuck, I’m in this pussy,” he babbles, eyes squeezed shut. “Gonna give you my kids,” his breath shudders.

Her pussy makes a sound akin to bubble-popping, squishing, as he forces his hips deeper. Bubbles of cum froth at the base of where they meet. The sensation, the vision—it all prolongs his orgasm.

As she feels his thick ropes of cum shoot off inside of her, it brings on her final release of the night. They both moan far too loud, bodies sagging into each other as exhaustion overtakes them.

“Damn,” he sighs, breathless laughter following.

A low whine is her only response, too fucked out to even think of one good enough.

Tiredly, he reaches down to gently pull the dildo out. It’s drenched in a clear fluid. He throws it down on the bed, not too concerned with cleaning at the moment. Her hole winks, stretched out from the toy.

“Can’t let you go after this,” he mumbles into the crook of her neck. “Never.”

Her only response is pushing her ass back against him.

“No other nigga gon’ fuck you like this. You hear?”

She groans out what is her best interpretation of a “yes.”

And that’s all he needs.

This is the last part of this miniseries! Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed, lmk your thoughts

#aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon smut #onyankapon #aot #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot smut #fanfic #fanfiction

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neuvistar · 1 year

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TOO TEMPTING FOR ME TO RESIST. (tbh there is no topic or theme for this is just separate thirsts i’ve been thinkin abt for these men lawl)

— featuring ┊ dan heng, jing yuan, blade, luocha x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊ not proofread whoops uh uhuh makeout sessions wink wink, use of she/her pronouns, hair pulling or tugging??? (luocha + blade), praising mayhaps?? (jing yuan), slight degradation (blade), vaginal fingering (danheng), oral sex (blade, fem!receiving) luocha being such a sweetheart (maybe ooc luocha? i don’t rlly know what he’s like so stay w me on this), mentions of breeding, ALSO blade is also called “ren” here cuz i think that’s his real name?? idk! luocha is a tittie lover foreal (tittie men.. ugh), use of nicknames (angel, sweetheart, etc), overall slight suggestive content || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊HONKAI STAR RAIL SMUT DEBUT FOREALSSS! except it’s kinda messy cuz this is just a brainrot n also i’m sososorry i’ll get requests done right after this, i’ve been busy so again think of this as a filler, although i did enjoy writing this tbh （＞ε＜）

✦ 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆

“cmon pretty, tell me how much you trust me,“ dan heng pulled you closer, his right hand touching her cheek. “you’re giving me complete control over you. you’re letting me do whatever I want with you, whenever I want. how do you know I won't go too far?“ he plunged two fingers inside of her soaking wet cunt, earning a whine from her as she felt him buck his hips against her, fingering her at a slow and steady pace. fuck.. you were beautiful. dan heng wanted to do this with you for so long but yet never had the chance to ask you properly. you were just.. too tempting for him to resist. he wanted you, now. he wanted you to take him and his fingers right then and there on his lap

“hah.. i don’t mind.. just— mm.. faster please, ‘need you so bad, dan heng.”

he smiled nonchalantly, “well... I'm sorry if it gets too intimate. you asked for this, mm?.” dan heng pulled her into a deep kiss, pulling her body closer as his arm embraced her so gently while the other was working on her aching pussy, the lewd sounds of squelching could be heard as his fingers worked wonders on her sweet cunt, struggling to hold back the dirty sounds that threatened to leave her throat. that kiss soon became more passionate as his tongue explored your mouth. the taste of his lips was so addicting to you.. the sweet taste of strawberries filled your mouth. dan heng curled his slender fingers inside her as he began to bounce his leg gently, adding another digit inside. he kept the pace of his fingers up, planting a series of kisses and nibbles along her neck

she couldn’t take it. she really couldn’t. the feeling of his fingers inside of your cunt drove you crazy, you wanted more. you yearned for more. throwing her head back as she felt herself chasing her orgasm. “‘gonna cum, dan heng.. g-gonna cum!”

suddenly, he stopped the movements of his fingers, completely catching her off guard, her pussy clenching around his fingers. he slowly pulled out, cum connecting his digits to her cunt as he looked at her dead in the eye, chuckling to himself. “i love it when you cum on my fingers like that, sweetheart. it just makes me more tempted to ruin you more than i already do.”

✦ 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍

“goodness your body is divine... it’s like you were carved by angels,” his eyes lingered on her chest, giving her a wide grin before planting a small kiss on her neck. “maybe that’s why you’re so tempting, hm? that body of yours.. ‘can’t get enough of it. temptin’ me too much.”

he pinned her down onto the mattress, knee brushing up against her crotch which forced out a whimper out of her as he chuckled lowly. “your body.. It's so damn beautiful,” jing yuan traces circles on your bare shoulder, kissing it every now and then. “your body is like art, angel. i wang to keep looking, touching, and feeling you.. i’m sure you wouldn't mind, would you?”

“you want me sooo bad don’t you, yu?”

he chuckled before his fingers moved up from her neck then to her chin, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. “mm.. more than anything.“ he smirked pulling her into one of those kisses that she can't help but melt into, as his hand trails down into the curve of her waist, pulling away slightly. “you’re the only one I want, my sweet angel.“ jing yuan pulls her in even closer, the intensity of his kiss rising even more. “I crave you like nothing else. I need to have you, hold you, treasure you.” she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer than he already was, her hot breath landing on his neck as she licked it slowly, hearing a low moan leave his lips “fuck baby.. you’re like a drug to me, you make me weak. that’s why you’re so tempting. ‘s so hard to hold myself back when i see you.. ‘s hard to hold myself back from bending you over my desk to fill you up whole.”

his fingers ran along her thigh, lifting it up slightly as he interlocked his lips with hers, loving the feeling of her lips on his. jing yuan’s breathing becomes even more ragged, his eyes looking into hers with utter passion. “i’ll make sure you never forget tonight, ‘gonna breed you all full.. you want that, don’t you? you want a lil’ me and a lil’ you running around, sweet thing? ‘cause i’m gonna give you exactly what you want.”

✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄

“stay still f’me.” he lifted her knees to her chest as he kept them in place, pushing her panties aside. he gazed up at her one last time, moving closer towards her with a low hum. his lips curved into a smirk, she sucked in a short sharp hiss of breath as he bit down on a spot on her thigh, kissing the other. “‘s mean.. always ‘s mean to me ren..”

“but you like it when i’m mean to you like this, right? don’t you put up at act with me. you know you enjoy it as much as i do.”

“mm.. ah! r—ren!” blade pressed his thumb against her puffy clit, giving your cunt one nice slap as her body shuddered, moaning his name before tightening her grip on his hair, pulling his face closer to her cunt. “‘always so desperate, huh? you want it so bad? fine. if that’s what you really want, i’ll give it to you, sweet thing. don’t start cryin’ that it’s t’much. because you’ll lay there and take it like the slut you are.” she whined and threw her head back as she felt his warm tongue lick her dripping slit. his tongue swirled around her clit, keeping her knees completely still.

god, he was good at this. it’s like he was a natural. licking at all the right places, circling his tongue on her folds, gazing up at her only to see she was already gazing down at him, eating her out like a mad man like there was no tomorrow. he stared at her in awe, the facial expressions she was making, the way she arched her back at how he lapped at her juices, and the way her hand on the back of his head pushed him down further on her cunt, he was absolutely losing it. all of the sudden, the pleasure she was receiving suddenly stopped as blade pulled away from her, licking his lips clean. he stared down in between her legs then right back at her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he crashed his lips against hers, letting her taste herself before pulling away from her lips slowly. “‘want more, ren..”

“then beg for it. ‘m not givin’ you anythin you want unless you beg. beg like a needy slut. maybe then i’ll give you whatever you please, cmon. lemme hear you beg for me, sweet girl.”

✦ 𝐋𝐔𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀

“want you to do whatever you want t’me, luocha. show me what you can do to me, show me that you’re the only one who can love me like this, who can cherish me like this, show me that nobody is willing to love me like you are, nobody is willing to be as genuine with me as you are.” she ran her fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp before tugging at it slightly, hearing the blonde’s breath hitch at that before smiling at her lovingly, “you’re really asking me to do absolutely anything i want with you?”

“please.”

“you’re doing things to me y’know that, princess?” luocha’s entire body throbbed with the immense heat present between them. she heard him sigh lowly, his lips now on hers kissing her roughly, his kisses filled with lust and heat ahe hadn’t felt in so long. she inhaled sharply, running her fingers through his soft locks, pulling on it gently once more. she kissed and sucked on his lip, yanking his hair more roughly now. he slipped his hand underneath your shirt, caressing your belly ever so gently with his palm, running his all the way up to cup your breast. a string of saliva followed his lips, pulling away from your lips. “say.. [name]?”

“mhm?”

“you said i can do whatever i want with you, right? that being said, i’m sure you wouldn’t mind if i put a little one in you right here right now, mhm? i’m sure you can handle that can’t you, princess?” her back arched at his words, body jolting at the feeling of his cold hands on her sensitive breasts, rubbing them with the tip of his fingers. “then.. go ahead. i’m not stopping you, luocha.”

“then.. have all of me.”

damn this is messed up n all over the place it’s ok it’s just thirsts guys trust stop i had no theme in mind — Maryse

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #dan heng smut #dan heng x reader #jing yuan smut #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #blade smut #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #luocha #luocha smut #jing yuan <33 #blade <33 #dan heng <33 #luocha <33 #four big guys.. <33

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sage-green-matcha · 9 months

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NEIGHBOR - ETHAN LANDRY 🏙️

When Ethan can’t get enough of the girl next door!

MINORS DNI!

Content includes: SMUT! oral receiving !Fem, Ethan catching you! Switch Ethan kinda? A bit of praise!

A/n: wanted this to be longer but honestly had no energy to finish it :( but I rlly wanted to publish it anyways so here u go!

You sighed at the sound of loud music playing. It was just loud enough to be heard through the wall. Even if the song that was playing was from one of your favorite artists, you just wanted to sleep. You had a big Econ test that you couldn't afford to fail.

You picked yourself up lazily, blanket wrapped around you as you slipped on your loafers. You felt the cold touch your legs, shivering as you walked next door.

You knocked a couple of times, looking up to be met with a familiar face. "Oh uh, Y/n...what are you doing here?" Ethan Landry? You knew him from your Econ class, and also Chad's best friend. You two had been partners for projects a couple times, so to say he was a stranger would be a lie. "Oh uh, hey Ethan. I was wondering if you could turn down your music a bit? I'm trying to sleep" He gulped, feeling immediate guilt for disturbing your sleep.

"Oh, yea..yea! I'm sorry" "Thanks" you smiled. You walked back to your apartment, you didn't know he was your neighbor. You had been living in the small, New York apartment complex for about 6 months. And you hadn't seen him till now.

It was the same thing for the next couple of days, waking up at night to tell him he was being too loud or his music was making the wall shake. He always apologized, yet he never cared to change his volume before you went over to ask.

Ethan started doing it on purpose. He loved the way you looked when you had just rolled out of bed. It drove him crazy. Tired eyes with the prettiest sleepy voice. You would always wear a baggy teeshirt, no shorts underneath and just a blanket wrapped around you, bare legs.

You struggled to fall asleep, confused at the disappearance of the loud music you had been hearing for the past week. It felt strange but you shook it off, finally able to enjoy a full night's rest without any disruptions.

Or so you'd thought.

You groaned into your pillow as you heard a couple knocks on the door. It was a Friday, and you weren't expecting anyone to come over, especially not at 1 am. You dragged yourself out of bed, not caring about your slippers. You slipped out a yawn as you opened the door, this time Ethan at yours.

"Ethan...hey, what are you doing here?" You rubbed your eyes, the light from the hallway hurting them. "I got locked out of my apartment...I left my keys in class.." you frowned. "Oh no, did you call the landlord?" "He's in New Jersey?" his hands were in his sweats, small and worried frown on his face.

"Uhm, I guess you could stay with me for the night" his heart pumped out of his chest. That's exactly what he hoped you'd say. "Are you sure...? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything" You nodded. "Yea It's fine" you smiled, letting him inside. "Sorry to wake you up again" you shrugged. "Felt weird without your music anyways, I'm kinda getting used to it"

He put down his bag by the couch, watching you walk Into your bedroom to get blankets. He was more than excited. His plan had worked. He had his keys in his bag and had dressed in comfy clothes so he had no problem with having to change.

You plopped down the pile of blankets on the couch, tossing a pillow over to him. He watched as you laid out the blankets for him, placing the other pillow at the end of the couch. "Thanks" He smiled up at you. "No problem, if you want any snacks you can go in my pantry, Tara makes me stack up. And uh, there are drinks in the fridge"

"Thanks, for everything" "Stop thanking me, I'd want you to let me sleep over if I was locked out" you shrugged, turning around to go back to bed. "Night, Ethan" "Goodnight..."

But you weren't having a good night. Tossing in turning in your bed as you felt an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. Warmth gathered in your core and you rubbed your thighs against each other. You knew you couldn't do anything about it, especially not with a guest in the house.

But your pussy was hungry for touch, a pain filled you up. A pain that could only be relieved by touching yourself. You sighed with guilt as you stuck your hand into your panties, rubbing small circles against your sensitive bud. You bit your lip, holding back any small whimpers. You'd die before you'd let Ethan see you like this, yet again you probably wouldn't mind if he walked in on you.

Your movements got faster, a small sloppy moan coming from your mouth. You heard the couch creak, making you pause. "Y/n...you okay in there?" "I'm fine" you answered, melting into the mattress as you pulled out your hand. You were frustrated, almost close to your small orgasm. "You sure?" "I'm Good, Ethan" You heard his footsteps go back to where he originally was, putting your hand back into your panties.

This time you were careful not to make a noise. Only the sound of your wetness was barely heard under the sheets. Your mouth was deep into your pillow, shoving two of your fingers deep into your hole. Your walls tightened around your hand, dripping wet as you thrust your fingers into yourself.

Your mind was clouded, the feeling of your hand on your clit while the other was thrusting hard made you roll your eyes back. You were careful not to make any noise, a tie in your stomach forming. You were so so close, the possibility of getting caught turned you on even more.

What would Ethan think of you? That you're a slut? That you're gross? Or would he rip your legs open and help you out? You felt your legs shake as you pushed towards your orgasm. Frustrating and embarrassment filled you as you heard the door open. You couldn't care less though, you continued to fuck yourself as Ethan walked over.

"Y/n...what are you doing?" Ethan rubbed his eyes, staring at your position. "Oh..." he walked closer to the bed, your head still fucked out as you rubbed small circles against your clit. "You're so dirty..." a small scoff fell from his lips as he peeled the cover off of you, your hands covered in your juices.

"You're not very quiet Y/n" Every time he said your name you wanted to melt. It sounded so good rolling off his tongue. You continued to pump your fingers into yourself, biting your lip with your eyes closed as he watched. You felt so dirty, just like he said.

Your body heated up at his touch, his warm hand gripping your thigh. A whimper escaped your mouth as your movements slowed down, the tie in your stomach seconds away from snapping. "Don't stop, you can do it" his hands held onto your inner thigh, thumb gently rubbing on your skin.

"You look so pretty fucked out" his words shot straight to your core, legs shaking as you felt yourself release onto your fingers. "Wasn't that hard, was it?" Your chest raised with every breath you took, Ethan taking your cum covered fingers into his mouth.

Your breath hitched Ethan, staring into your eyes as he sucked your fingers, letting them out with a "pop" coming from his lips. You didn't think twice before you were on top of him, lips sucking with desperation as his hands ran up your shirt.

You knew this was wrong, but damn it felt so right. The way his hands perfectly grabbed your waist, lips fitting together like a puzzle. He let out a small groan as your knee slipped in between his legs. Feeling his hard boner on your skin.

You deepened the kiss, lowering yourself on top of him as you rubbed against his dick. He let out a small moan, your hands now pulling on the strings of his grey sweats.

"You're such a slut" You pulled away from the kiss, Ethan's lips on your neck. "Yet you're the one that was watching me" "And you're the one that kept going" you melted into him as he pressed down on your clit, still sensitive from earlier.

Your small, whiney sounds turned him on. Thrusting himself against your clit. "Don't be so desperate" you mumbled, your teeth sinking into his shoulder as he made friction. "I could say the same about you" he flipped the two of you over, pushing you up closer against the headboard.

He hovered over top of you, biting down on your lip as you looked up at him with eyes full of desire. You'd never looked as good as you did right there. "Can I go down on you?" You were slightly taken aback but nodded anyways. You had never had a guy ask you, you always had to ask them first. And they always insisted for something in return.

Ethan wasn't like that, he just wanted to pleasure you. Just getting to see your eyes roll back and your cum on his fingers would be enough for him.

He pampered small kisses against your jaw. They got sloppier as he moved down, marking you with his lips all the way to your waist. Ethan looked up at you with sweet eyes. He pulled down your panties, pulling apart your legs. You felt the cold air on your pussy, wetness covering your glistening core. You felt nervousness gather in your stomach, taking a deep breath.

He ran his fingers through your folds, jolting at the feel. You felt so vulnerable with him. He honestly had no idea what he was doing. He had seen it done once. Accidentally walking in on Chad and Tara one night. But besides that, absolutely clueless.

You sensed his confidence start to go down, taking small breaths. "You okay...?" "I uhm, yea...just not too sure how to do this" You just shook your head, smiling before sitting up. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to do anything" his face was soft, running your hand through his hair as he stared with his lips agape.

"No...no it's okay. I want to learn" "yea?" "Mhm," he chewed on his lip, staring back at you with doughy brown eyes. "Just do what feels right. And I'll tell you what feels good, alright?" He nodded, watching as you spread your legs open once again. He swore you were the prettiest person he'd ever seen. And to see you like this got him so flustered.

He ran his finger through your folds once again, collecting the extra cum from your hole. Your body shivered, craving more of his fingers on you. Your breath hitched as you felt his tongue flatten on your clit, biting back your lip as he stared at you.

"Keep going, good" he felt better as you praised him, doing tricks with his mouth on your pussy. His nails dug into the skin of your thighs, the pain proving you with more pleasure. Small whimpers and heavy breaths escaped from your mouth, Ethan lapping and sucking all over your core.

Your mind was cloudy, your back arching as you grabbed onto the bedsheets. "Please please please" Your hands dug into his hair, pushing his mouth closer to your pussy. His nose rubbed against your clit, his tongue deep in your hole. Your stomach pulsed, feeling hot all over your body.

"Fuck, E... I'm gonna cum" you hummed, feeling his fingers quicken on your sensitive clit. He hadn't even pushed his fingers into you and you were about to cum. The way he looked up at you made you moan, staring back through barely open eyes. Your legs wrapped tightly around his head, basically suffocating him with your thighs.

He pried your legs apart, shaking and weak as he continued to taste you. You tasted so sweet, the feeling of you on his tongue was addicting. He tried to rub himself against the bed, feeling the pain of his ignored boner get to him.

"Shit…shit" you bit back your bottom lip, body shaking as you felt cum drip from your pussy. Ethan's mouth was wide open, licking all of the cum up like your pussy was an ice cream cone. "Taste so good" You pushed his head away while he licked, too sensitive to continue.

He admired your sweaty face, watching as your chest rose with each heavy breath. "You okay...?" He asked, concerned. "Mhm," you hid your face in the pillow, Ethan coming back up to kiss you. "Was I okay?" You held back a smile, nodding at him.

Your lips connected once again, tasting yourself in his mouth. You got why he wanted more, pushing yourself closer to him. Heavy breaths filled the room, Ethan grabbing your waist before whispering something in your ear. “I didn’t actually…leave my keys” he chewed on his lip, watching as your eyebrows furrowed. “Really? Why’d you lie?” “For this”

You rolled your eyes before kissing him again, his cheeks a light pink as you pulled back. “Fucking creep” your lips formed into a smile, teasing him. “I’m not a creep” “You are, but you know what? It’s kinda hot”

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STILL DON’T KNOW MY NAME | JJK (M)

CHAPTER TWO:

Pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

Summary: In which a video game streamer, Jeon Jungkook, finds- and is intrigued by - an account that writes nsfw fanfiction about him and decides to send them a private message. He still doesn't know your name.

Genre: smut, pwp, internet strangers to lovers

Category: three-shot

Collab with: @dollfaceksj -> her masterlist

WARNINGS: sexting, explicit sexual content, strong language, pornography, cybersex, exchanging in nude photos, hidden identities. mentions of porn, masturbation (male and female), usage of sex toys, saliva (cus i like it messy🤭), mentions of pubes, cum (lots if it hehe), mentions of blow jobs, dirty talk.

total word count: 6.3k. masterlist previous next part

Two days.

Two post-horny days since Jungkook has sent you that dm…that you have yet to reply to. Why did I even send that? Get it together and stop being so fucking horny all them damn time. Jungkook mentally scolds himself. He quickly pushes you out of his mind, remembering he has bigger fish to fry than worry about a dumb Twitter reply.

That day, Jungkook goes to the grocery store, desperately needing to stock up on a few things since he hasn’t eaten a proper meal in almost a week, living off of spicy buldak ramen and doritos. He continues his errands by dropping Bam off at his doggy camp for the week, still needing to be trained a bit more, which also gives Jungkook quiet time to clean his house and edit videos.

Jungkook sits at his desk editing a few videos he took from his last stream to post onto his Twitter and Instagram. Recently, a lot of his followers have been begging him to make a TikTok account, but Jungkook doesn’t see much appeal in that. Maybe in the future, but it's a no for now.

Jungkook finishes his to-do list a little earlier than usual, which gives him time to relax a bit. And by relax, he means starting a live stream for his followers. He gets to his set up, angling the camera at his chair making sure his desk was clean except for a water bottle. He sits down and tweets out he’s going to be streaming in ten minutes. His followers immediately retweet it and all the replies are begging him to play COD again. How could he reject that?

“What's up guys? Missed me?” Jungkook giggles when he sees the chat blow up with non stop comments. Jungkook also may have forgotten to mention he cut his hair.

kookphoric: U CUT UR HAIR???

Jeonjjjjk: omggg ur hair is so short lol

Jungkookieswrld: how do u look so sexy with long and short hair??

“Haha yeah, the hair was a last minute decision. ‘Omg your hair is so short-’ oh c’mon, you guys are being dramatic, it's not even that short! I still have a mullet…sort of. It's just trimmed, but I also got an undercut. Do you guys like it?”

Kookiejjar: its rlly nice!!

elikoo: i like your long hair a lot but this is still cute

Ashln00: idc what ur hair looks like i still wanna fck LOL

“Haha thanks, I guess? Let's start the stream! Been waiting all day to play with-” Jungkook is cut off by the sound of his phone going off. He grabs it, running his hand through his hair, wanting to silence it, when he sees the notification:

[Twitter] _elicticmoonl1ght sent you a message!

Jungkook feels like someone kicked him in the chest, knocking the breath out of him. You reply to his message all of a sudden during the stream? He notices he hasn’t seen your username and comments in the chat at all like you usually are. Jungkook shakes his head remembering he’s still streaming, and he can’t let something unserious and silly like this distract him.

“U-uhm sorry guys, thought someone was calling me. Nevermind that, let's just start the game now.” Jungkook stutters, being a little flustered, subtly putting his phone on do not disturb as he slips on his headset, pushing the thoughts of you out of his mind. Jungkook finally begins playing and interacting with his followers, the thought of you slowly being pushed to the back of his mind. He’ll deal with you later.

It's been 2 hours, and Jungkook is playing his last round for the night before he ends his stream.

“Fucking finally passed this level. I’ve been playing for 2 fucking hours and I just finished this part. You guys are good, but not that good. Just kidding, I’m kidding.” Jungkook laughs while the chat blows up congratulating and laughing with him.

“Thanks for playing with me guys, as always. I’m gonna end the stream now. Love you guys and goodnight!” Jungkook waves and smiles brightly as the comments bid him a goodbye. And with that he ends the streams. Jungkook is happy and laughing, today's stream was especially fun and his followers were so funny.

Mindlessly, Jungkook picks up his phone to check the time and his emails. His smile quickly drops when he sees the notification from you again. Don’t be a pussy, Jungkook. It's just a random person on the internet, damnit. He hesitantly and nervously clicks on the notification, which logs him into his burner account and straight to your dms.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hiii! sorry i haven't been active here in a few days, got super busy lolll

i haven't opened any dm requests yet but i'm so glad u enjoy my writings!

and maybe you'll just have to find out and see urself baby ;)

Jungkook can feel his cock stir in his pants. Find out and see for himself? And you called him baby? Well shit,. Jungkook wasn’t going to answer you since you hadn’t replied in a while…but he can’t help himself anymore. He’s been anticipating this since he’s found your page.

Ian_97:

You're harsh. How long do you wanna make me wait?

Jungkook slightly cringes sending the message. He isn't the type of guy to chase someone, so it feels weird begging for some attention from someone he doesn’t know. Especially on the internet.

Jungkook sees the three dots pop up, making him a little nervous. Did he scare you off? Do you think he’s a weird pervert now?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

that's not harsh of me. be good and wait a little, yeah?

Be good and wait? Jungkook thinks he might bust on the spot reading that. Usually he isn't the one receiving orders, rather the one giving them. But now, it gives him a tingly feeling in his tummy, that resembles excitement.

Ian_97:

U want me to be good for you? Hmm idk, you took a while to reply.

Just wanted to lyk your stories are good, and i rlly enjoy reading them.

Fanboy much? The last thing he wants you to think is that he’s some lonely loser who dms random girls on Twitter. He’s never done anything like this before. What is he being so weird for? He remembers he’s obviously not talking to the girl in your story, but to a real person- the one who wrote it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well thank u!

oh come on, it wasn’t intentional!!

you're the first guy who’s messaged me that's admitted to reading my stories,

i'm shocked ngl

So now you know he’s a guy. To make it more evident, Jungkook may have put “straight male, 26, no minors” in his bio for you to get the hint…just maybe.

Ian_97:

I'm the first guy to dm u like this?

Your stories never fail to entertain me that’s for sure.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hehe i get a few dms here and there, usually from girls but your account stood out to me more bc ur the first guy i ever seen :0

which is why i accepted ur dm!!

glad ik my stories are reaching a bigger audience LMAO

Ian_97:

I'm glad.

Hope it's not too weird being the first guy to dm you.

But what made you first start writing stories? They’re written really well.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

Definitely not! It's really cool and different to talk about these things with who aren’t women yk?

awe i appreciate that sm ty! :)

it was random tbh, i’d read a bunch of stories online and always thought about writing

but for the past year now i've been watching this streamer and he had me hooked from the start

his tats piercings hair eyes

i guess he was so fine that it persuaded me to write stories LOL

he's my dream man tbh

He’s the reason you started writing? Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness take over him, smiling harder than before. He was able to give you some sort of inspiration to begin writing and it blew up too.

Ian_97:

Of course, I get that.

That's really cool.

Yeah I could see you're a fan of his.

So you go to school? I’m assuming you’re in college correct?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

yea i am! In my last year actually

wbu? :)

Jungkook was guessing you had to be at least 21. Not too bad of an age gap, but you’re still pretty young.

Ian_97:

Nah i dropped out a few years ago, it wasn’t for me.

I got a job instead. Pays good though so I can't complain.

Well that isn’t completely a lie. He did drop out of college and decided to get a job. He was never the school type of guy and had other interests that didn’t involve any schooling. That's how he got into streaming. His free time after work consisted of video games and photography which both together paid well and he quit his job to tend to them more.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

that's rlly nice! school isn't for everyone that’s for sure

glad you found something better than school, i honestly hate it :(

Jungkook can’t help but giggle at your texts. You are cute, sweet at that too. Jungkook swears he’s never blushed this much since he was in middle school.

Ian_97:

So am I, glad I stopped attending.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i have a question…

you seem older than most of my followers

so how did u find my stories? just curious cus this app is huge

it'd be hard to find it unless u were specifically looking for it :0

What lie is he supposed to pull out of his ass now? He can’t make it obvious he’s the guy she writes and fantasizes about. Yea i found you on Twitter because I was horny and you write hot fanfiction about me so I jerked off to it a couple of times.

Ian_97:

I saw Jk trending on Twitter one day and saw one of your stories under a Jungkook hashtag. It was really random.

I went through your account and got hooked.

The feeling was something new to be honest, never read erotica yk.

Alright, believable enough. Jungkook mentally pats himself on the back for that somewhat believable excuse. It's Twitter, you can practically find anything on that app.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

ooo i see!

hmm got you hooked that fast?

i mean i’d take it as a compliment except majority of what i write is smut….unless

you're saying what i think u are?

Ian_97:

Well i don't think i have to say it for you to get it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

oh…

so youre saying you’ve gotten off to my stories?

i mean i'm just guessing since you seem like you're enjoying them more than my

other readers…

i promise i dont think it's weird, if anything it's a huge turn on for me ;)

You’re turned on by the fact he reads your stories? It feels like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders and he can breathe now. For a second, he assumed you’d curse him out, call him a creep, and block him. This was the complete opposite, Jungkook’s heart beats even faster when he gets another notification from you.

[ _elicticmoonl1ght has followed you! ]

Jungkook bites his lip, you finally followed him back after days of no reply. He can’t be more satisfied, but quickly realizes he’s yet to reply to you. He types a message, being bold again, since it seems you have no problem with it.

Ian_97:

Yea i have actually…you caught me.

Your writing is effective. The things you write abt are right up my alley.

Done it a few times before i dmed u.

Jungkook can’t believe he admitted to you that he jerks off to your stories.

The last thing he wants to say is that he’s the guy you fantasize and write about, it’d just be weird. Jungkook thinks of every believable excuse he can come up with that doesn’t sound too out of the ordinary. Nothing truly sounds realistic, so he impulsively types what comes to mind.

Yet you haven’t replied in 20 minutes. Fuck. Jungkook’s nerves always get the best of him. Do you think he is some sort of weird “fan” that you find creepy? Is he too bold or horny? You obviously have a life and are not going to answer him immediately. His heart is racing, beating out of his chest with negative thoughts that plague his mind. That’s until he hears the whistle notification and unlocks his phone without a second thought.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

ah okay i see now, thanks sm! :)

Jungkook smiles, begins to text you back that it's not a big deal and he truly likes your stories. He’s quickly cut off when you double text.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm proof or it didn't happen? ;)

Proof? What do you mean by proof? Are you subtly asking Jungkook for nudes? Or boldly, even? Are you just joking around? He doesn’t even know you, so why would you straight up ask for dick pictures? Jungkook’s obviously not going to send you a picture of his entire cock if you’re joking, that’s just fucking weird. You could really be joking, so he tries to play it off.

Ian_97:

You wanna see how hard my dick is rn, is that what you're asking for?

Or are you just playing around, cause I'm not…

I’m serious when I say your stories turn me on.

Jungkook is nervous…and also a huge overthinker. He tries to play off his horniness by laughing, but it really doesn’t help when you return the energy.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

what if i do wanna see it?

would there be a problem with that?

Ian_97:

Of course not.

I’m thinking about how horny you must be to write stories like that.

You're that needy, huh?

He needs to control himself, make sure he doesn’t go too far too fast. You don’t know him personally so there’s a high chance you won’t take it in a good way.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well you're also reading them…

sure you're not the horny one? :0

Ian_97:

Hey, I'm not denying that I’m horny.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

wow rlly ? couldn't tell lol

So you’ve got jokes, he can see. He can’t lie, it definitely did make him chuckle, but the tingly feeling comes back, and he can’t ignore it anymore.

Ian_97:

You joke a lot, I think it's cute.

So you’re gonna tell me you're not horny?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well u haven’t done anything to rlly turn me on

only that you've said u read my stories

u little perv boy >:|

prove it then.

So you guys are actually doing this? The last thing he’d want to do was send an unsolicited dick picture to you. For all he knows you could just be joking with him.

Ian_97:

You wanna see my dick that bad?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

and if i do? would u let me?

;)

Is that even a fucking question? He’d show you it in a heartbeat. He’s not one to send his dick to strangers, but it's not like you know it's him anyway. It is a risk he is willing to take.

Ian_97:

Sure I would.

The question is would you let me show you?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i literally just told u i wanted to see tho

LMFAO

no but srsly i wouldn't mind seeing how i got u rn ;)

Well, you asked for it, but he doesn’t want to send you his entire cock and balls to you right off the bat, that’d be rushing it. He’d much rather ease into it, not cross any boundaries. So instead of that, he lowers his sweats a bit, his semi leaving a print in his boxers. He nibbles on his bottom lip as he places his large palm over his clothed cock, giving it slow and steady strokes, thinking about how he's dying to have sex with someone- with you.

He opens the camera button in the chat while lying down more onto his bed, angling hips out to give you a peak of his boner. That's when he snaps a few different photos and chooses the most appealing one.

He presses send. And it delivers.

Realizing what he’s just sent you snaps him back into reality. He sits there for the next thirty seconds, tummy full of those tingles he can’t seem to get rid of since talking to you. Opening his phone, looking at the picture he sent you again. All the color drains from his face, his eyes nearly pop out of his head.

A glimpse of his fucking Hello Kitty plushie is in the corner of that picture.

That specific oversized, colorful plushie was gifted to him by one of his viewers which is always in the background of his streams. There's even been a shit ton of tweets just talking about it.

Well the room is dark so maybe you didn’t see it? Jungkook never thought he’d say this, but fingers crossed you’re only looking at his boner.

Jungkook is taken out of his thoughts when he gets a notification. He hesitantly unlocks his phone and presses on your notification.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

oh you're SERIOUS serious

well damn i'm a good ass writer

im messing w u lol

but can’t say i didn't like that tho

what did you read of mine that made u that hard? ;)

Okay, it seems like you haven't noticed the plushie. Jungkook feels like he can finally breathe now. Dammnit, he needs to be more careful next time.

Ian_97:

Well honestly all the ones i read got me hard.

I like the one where she was being a brat and he put her in place.

Maybe one day i'll make it your reality.

Immediately after he sends his text, another notification pops up.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a photo!

Jungkook can’t contain his hushed groan.

A picture of your plush tits in a simple black bra, your hand laying over one of your breasts, nails painted a simple baby pink. There you lay on some sort of pink and white sheet, in a room lit by a burnt orange lamp. Jungkook wants nothing more than to bury his face between both of your breasts, licking and sucking all over your skin until it’s littered with hickeys.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

make it a reality you said?

we havent talked for long and u already wanna fuck me?

how needy of u :0

Ian_97:

You also just sent me your tits so I think we’re on the same page don't you think?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well duh if u just saw my tits ;-;

i’m messing with u hehe

i don't mind actually, just haven't done this in a while lolll

Ian_97:

Me either.

But i’m painfully hard rn.

You have nice rlly nice tits.

They look soft, makes me wanna kiss all over them.

Nice was an understatement. They were beautiful. Jungkook isn’t much of a titty guy, but he’s seriously never seen nicer ones than yours.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

thanks ;P

nice boner

Ian_97:

Thanks, now I’m harder than ever.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm, couldn’t tell much from that one measly pic :(

maybe i can get a better look at it?

Without an ounce of hesitation, he quickly yanks the waistband of his boxers right beneath his tight balls. His hard, warm cock springs to life, free of its restraints. He notices how he hasn’t shaved in a while, dark pubes a little longer than usual, hopefully you don’t mind. He runs the edge of his thumb across the tip of his cock, smearing his accumulated precum, pleading for more stimulation after seeing your beautiful breasts.

Stroking his cock a little firmer, he thinks of your chest, wondering how it would feel if he had his cock buried in between your two plush tits, dragging his cock back and forth in between them. Jungkook prepares to take a picture for you, holding his hard dick in his right hand.

His obvious tattooed hand.

Before he could think twice, he immediately switches hands from the right to left, not a tattoo in sight. That would be a dead giveaway he’s the Jungkook you write about. His tattoos are specifically placed and well known to be his. You’ve also already expressed your love for them, so you’d connect the dots in a second.

Making sure his room is dark and nothing stands out in the background, he snaps a photo of his red, veiny cock, a bit of his pubes in the picture because why not.

You immediately open it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

holy shit

well someones excited

wish i was there to help >:(

Before he gets the chance to reply, another notification appears in the chat.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video!

Your tits again, but bare. Your breasts look even softer than before, nipples pretty and delicate from how pebbled they are, almost begging to be sucked on. Baby pink nails once again come into view in the five second video, small fingers playing with your hard buds, hair peeking out from behind your dainty neck decorated with a simple gold heart necklace. Jungkook feels like he’s spent an eternity looking at them, admiring you, absentmindedly stroking the tip of his cock.

He hears a faint high-pitched whine, his eyebrows perking up at the sweet sound, before the video quickly cuts short.

Ian_97:

Fuck yes.

Need me to suck on them? So desperate.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

wouldn't say desperate

look at u, all leaking for me :/

Ian_97:

Don’t blame the way my cock’s reacting to you, pretty.

Tits like that deserve to be.

Jungkook thinks of sending a video to you as well.He glances at his erection, twitching on his stomach, laying there all lonely. It's only fair you get a live view of his desperation. His cock only wants some attention after seeing you play with your plush chest like that.

He begins recording himself, giving his cock a few firm, slow strokes. His balls tight and tip gushing his sticky seed, letting a small groan escape his lips. The video is only 6 seconds as he presses send.

He mindlessly plays with his cock as he waits for you to see his short video and to reply with something else, he hopes another sight of your boobs.

He strokes himself with his fingers, not applying too much pressure as he doesn't want to cum so soon. His foreskin moves up and down to the pace of his slow and languid movements.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

aww, cant help but fuck ur hand it seems like :(

ur little whimper is cute, didn’t think i’d have you folded so quick

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video!

Jungkook can’t contain the moan that escapes his mouth. Your blue cotton underwear wedged in between your plump pussy, a small but noticeable wet spot stain near your clenching hole. Your painted nails are rubbing your throbbing clit through your underwear, a little stubble of hair can be seen poking through the sides, not that he minds at all.

He makes out tiny moans and whimpers from above, your thighs wide open for him, shaking a little in the ten seconds video.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

don't know if ill be able to take u

you're too big :((

Ian_97:

Oh, is it? How unfortunate. Maybe you should show me it all.

Just need to make sure I can fit all of it in that tight little pussy.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i think you're right :c

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video!

There you sat, legs hiked up to your naked chest, drenched pussy spread into a “v” shape with your index and pointer finger. He can see your small hole clenching once around nothing, asking to be stuffed. You slide only your small middle finger inside of you, faking a cry as if to prove you're really too tight for his cock to fit.

Jungkook watches you in awe, your pussy looks like heaven, warm and wet. Your little cries have him imagining what you’d sound like saying his name, massaging his balls as he watches you attempt to take your little fingers.

Ian_97:

Oh fuck.

You are tight, but you’re drenched.

I could slide right in if I wanted to, huh?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

maybe…

you should let me see exactly how big u are?

for educational purposes obvs :p

Jungkook’s fully hard, veins popping out the underside of his cock, standing tall and almost reaching his belly button. He takes a short video of it, presenting his long, girthy length, twitching involuntarily at the thought of pushing it into your tight hole, forcing it to fit. You can see his happy trail on his toned abs leading to the bush of hair that he doesn’t care to remove.

He spits into the palm of his hand, strokes his dick a few times, as the sound of his sticky saliva being spread fills the room. Already feeling on edge, he stops recording and sends you it.

Ian_97:

Good enough for you?

Do you have any toys, like a dildo maybe?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

more than enough, want it inside me so bad :(

yea i do !

Ian_97:

Perfect.

Gonna fuck yourself with it for me?

Wanna see how well your pussy takes it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm yea i can

but im alr kinda close i won't last long if i use it :0

Ian_97:

You’re so obedient.

I’m close too.

Want you to cum all over it.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video!

A pink dildo, about six inches in length with veins, slightly curved to reach your sweet spot, is buried inside your swollen pussy. Your knees are still hiked up to your chest giving him the nicest view of your cunt being split open by the artificial penis. The base of the dildo is covered in a ring of your cum, your hands shaking from the immense pleasure it gives you, imaging it’s his thick, hard cock fucking you so well.

It's music to his ears hearing the sound of smacking as you fuck yourself with the toy. He listens to your little pleads and whimpers with attention. He wishes it was his cock instead of that stupid toy. He’d make you feel ten times better. In the middle of the video he sees your cum leaking down to your ass. Your ass. Jungkook wants nothing more than to smack and grab onto it while fucking into you.

In the last 10 seconds of the video, your pink painted toes curl, more of your creamy wetness seeping out of your hole when the knot in your stomach finally snaps. All you can think about in your fucked out headspace is the mysterious stranger online jerking off to you. Your hushed cries and straggled moans is all that escapes your mouth when you’re fucking yourself harder than before. Your orgasm lasts for about six seconds, the video ending shortly after.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i came so hard

couldn't stop thinking about your big cock and how it’d feel inside me :c

wanna see u cum now

It is almost a reflex that Jungkook starts to record himself fucking into his fist at a fast pace, squeezing it a little more, imagining it to be your sopping wet cunt. He can’t stop thinking about your heavenly moans and whimpers, your thighs and hands shaking from how good you fucked yourself is more than enough to bring Jungkook over the edge. His foreskin moves back and forth with his rough strokes and soon he finally cums.

“A-ah, fuck,” he involuntarily groans out loud, unable to keep quiet as his orgasm takes over.

When his cum spurts out, it dribbles down over his hands and thighs, a little catching onto his pubes. His saliva filled fist isn’t exactly what he wants to be cumming in right now, but it’s still enough to have him over the edge. He strokes his cock until he goes a bit soft, exaggerating it a little for viewing purposes. Once he becomes a little overstimulated he stops recording and sends it to you.

Ian_97:

I came even harder.

Kept thinking about your soaked cunt.

You sent a photo!

He decides to send you a visual of his cum covered hands and thighs, a little caught in his pubic hair you find so attractive of him. His balls are glistening with his spit he used as lubricant, the source to the smacking sounds. You fathom the fact that a random stranger online is so willing to send you something of the sort just because he likes your content, and it strangely turns you on.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

u came so much…messy boy ;P

you were so willing to cum for me and you haven't even seen me yet

kinda hot ngl

‘Messy boy’. That is a new one, not that he’s complaining.

Ian_97:

Haven't came that much in a while.

You haven’t seen me either but were quick to use your dildo.

What a good girl you are.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

then we’re even!!

its kinda late and i should clean myself up

talk to you tmw? :)

A toothy smile takes over, you want to keep talking to him? To be honest, he was expecting this to be a one time thing, that you wouldn’t reach out to him again.

Ian_97:

I should clean myself up too.

Yeah of course.

Goodnight.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

goodnight! <3

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Three months have passed since your first sexting session with Jungkook. The pair of you are still unaware of each other's identities, yet completely infatuated with one another. You’ve even strayed away from sexual topics just to talk about your lives.

Jungkook learns that you started writing fanfiction about him when you first started watching his streams about two years ago, strictly writing about him and only him. This only made his crush on you skyrocket, not being able to stop thinking about the mysterious writer he is utterly obsessed with.

He thinks about you from the moment he wakes up to the second he falls asleep. The attraction and sexual tension between the both of you has been increasing day by day the more you talk to each other.

Though he isn’t a liar, Jungkook has to be super careful of what he says to you. He keeps things sort of vague with you, telling you the truth about some things but never going into detail. He makes sure to keep it general, but normal at the same time. It’s not like he was a catfish…sort of? He’s still too scared to reveal himself, scared you’ll see him dishonest and not want to talk to him anymore. The last thing he wants you to do is for you to ghost him since he’s already developed a huge crush on you that’d be hard to forget. Soon, you’d realize your relationship is about to take a huge turn that takes you by surprise.

On a late Saturday night, Jungkook begins his stream, deciding to play Valorant. He notices the ring light above his monitor is flickering every few seconds, distracting him from continuing his stream.

Soon enough, the ring light dies, the lighting in his gameroom going dim.

“Shit, hold on guys, let me go grab another light so I can keep playing. It'll take a second.” Jungkook runs to his bedroom, mindlessly grabbing the first lamp he sees: the one from his nightstand. ‘It’s gonna do the job for now,’ Jungkook thinks.

What Jungkook didn’t think of is that coincidentally the hot guy you’ve been sexting has the exact same lamp and same schedule as your favorite streamer.

Coming back into view of the camera set up, he places his lamp towards the left side of his monitor, finally giving his audience decently lighting to see him.

“Okay, I’m back. This is all I have right now, please bear with me.” He laughs a little, slipping back on his headset and getting back to his game.

He plays for another hour and half, invested in the game when his phone goes off: a Twitter notification.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a photo!

He opens the message hurriedly, completely forgetting the fact he’s still live streaming, cock twitching when he finally takes in the image.

You’re standing in front of your mirror…completely naked. No underwear, no bra, just you.

Jungkook stares at the picture for a few minutes, taking a mental screenshot of you, memorizing every part of your beautiful body to jerk off to later. Your tits are being supported by your underarms, making them look so soft and plush, nipples erect as always. Your pussy is slightly hidden by the way your legs are crossed over each other, but is still visible to him, and a simple heart tattoo on your hip bone that he recognizes oh so well right now.

Your toes are painted a clean white color, finger nails the same. Your face is covered by the edge of the mirror and phone, making him needier than ever. Not knowing your identity yet you still sending him a nude makes him want to take you right in front of your mirror, forcing you to look at yourself while he destroys you. Fuck, you’re sexy.

After thirty seconds of utter disbelief that you’ve just sent him an explicit photo out of nowhere, there's no way he can keep his stream going with a flushed face and a semi-hard cock. He turns off his phone before accidentally flashing his audience.

“Today was really f-fun guys-” he frantically says, clicking out of his game. “H-Hm… I’ll play again with you guys very soon. I promise, something came up I have to tend to. Yeah, so goodnight!”

Ending his stream immediately after he bids goodbye, he grabs his phone and speeds to his bedroom.

Ian_97:

Fuck baby.

Out of nowhere like that? You want my attention that bad?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

thought u were doing something important but..ig you aren't

a little odd if u ask me

Ian_97:

I really was.

Just a coincidence you sent that when I finished.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

no it's okay

jungkook went live at the same time you were gone. funny isn't it?

he also has the same lamp as you! how cute :P

Jungkook's heart drops straight to his ass.

Ian_97:

Really? That’s crazy ngl.

But let’s not forget what you just sent me.

You want my attention don't you, baby?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm maybe

not my fault you weren't paying attention to me, i got bored >:(

kept thinking ab how’d you’d react if i sent you that out of nowhere

i missed u :,(

Jungkook can’t help but find your neediness so cute, so desperate for an ounce of his attention. Maybe you’re just as obsessed with him as he is you.

Ian_97:

Don't be like that baby, I'm here now aren't I?

Well my dick won't stop twitching, can’t stop thinking about that tiny cunt of yours.

I missed you too.

Jungkook unzips and pulls down his bottoms and boxers together, his half hard cock already leaking a little. He can’t seem to get your perfect naked body out of his mind, rubbing his cock and thinking about how wet your pussy probably is, how pebbled your nipples must be. All he wants right now is his cock buried into your sweet pussy, mouth busy sucking on your delicate nipples.

Out of habit, he records himself stroking his cock slowly, tip wet with precum, pubes trimmed a little more than usual. This is so much better than that boring porn he used to watch. He much rather and only can get off to you.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

u shouldn’t have to get off by urself :(

wish it was my mouth making u feel good instead of ur hand

wanna suck u so fucking bad

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video!

A ten second video of you with your puckered lips wrapped around the pink silicone dildo, as to which Jungkook expressed his liking of the toy you use when you guys sext.

Your neck and bare tits come into view, drool dripping down your chin and onto them as you suck and deepthroat the fake cock. Lewd noises escape your mouth when you gag around the toy, each time more saliva accumulates as you completely swallow it, pulling it out of your mouth and gasping for air.

Ian_97:

Yeah, baby fuck.

Look at you taking that shit.

Want those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock. Gonna make you choke on it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

want u to fuck my throat pls :(

He spits a glob of saliva into his hand and runs his large palm back and forth over his veiny cock. He’d kill for some head right now, masturbating is getting a little tiring, yet your beautiful body and needy texts are more than enough to get him going.

He slightly but audibly moans, knowing you enjoy the little sounds he makes when he gets off. The video of you sucking on the toy replays in his mind, Jungkook barely able to keep it together. Your lips look too soft, they are meant to be all over his cock.

“Y-yeah, shit.” He spits out, finally cumming over his hand and stomach, a little seeping into his belly button.

Ian_97:

Made me cum so fast.

Should’ve been cumming down your throat.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video!

The dildo once lodged down your throat is now splitting your precious cunt open. Your inner thighs are covered in your wetness and coating the fake cock that is ramming into your pussy. Your delicate fingers are painted a soft baby blue, shaking with each stroke you make, pussy making lewd sounds.

Your thighs close as you reach your high and cum on the cock you wish was the stranger. Jungkook could never get tired of seeing you cum whether it is from your fingers or toys, he truly enjoys seeing you fuck yourself for him.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm wish u were cumming inside my cunt instead

feel so empty now :(

Ian_97:

I do too, so badly.

I’m gonna go clean up and head to sleep though it's pretty late.

Goodnight baby.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

ofc me too!

goodnight jungkook ;)

Jungkook’s heart pluments as he reads your last text. He knows he’s seriously fucked.

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a/n: hi guys!! thank you so much for sticking around for the long awaited pt 2. school took an unexpectedly harsh turn and got a million times harder out of nowhere so i had to take a break from writing. thankful i finished finals so im off of school so im gonna also get out pt. 3 asap! thank you again for reading i appreciate it so much. please don’t hesitate to ask me anything and share & reblog besties!!💘💘🫶🏻

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highonmarvel · 4 months

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hi hope ur doing well. i was thinking, could u do a buckyxreader where hes paralyzed and like needs a caretaker. through some means reader ends up as the caretaker and all is well. but actually bucky was just pretending and hes not realy paralysed and he just pretended to get closer to reader and reader start expresing the idea that she might have to leave for whatever reason and buck does not like that so like he kidnaps her or something. I rlly luv ur work this is the first request iv sent

this is so good, i’m upset i didn’t think of it first. i’m so sorry for taking so long to get back to you, i really hope you enjoy, and thank you so, so much for the love. okay, here it is:

Himalayan Salt

Bucky Barnes: You’re assigned to a notoriously grumpy war vet, but he’s different with you.

content warnings here!

You nod as your supervisor goes over your final notes: James Barnes, World War II veteran, quadriplegic.

You follow her from the overcast weather into a beautiful but modest home in a fairly quiet suburb to meet the man sitting in a wheelchair in the centre of the room.

“Good morning, Mr Barnes,” your supervisor calls, tucking her clipboard under her arm as she waits for him to turn around. When he does, you’re surprised. You hadn’t seen a photo of him beforehand as this had been a pretty impromptu assignment, but you’re sure you were told he was born in 1917, yet he sits looking like he’s in forties, and aging well, at that.

“Hi, Mr Barnes!” you smile warmly at him, and he returns a friendly smile, introducing himself as Bucky and insisting you call him that.

“I just need you to fill out the last of the forms quickly,” your supervisor mutters, waving goodbye to Bucky as she leads you back out to her car.

You’re leaning against the boot of her oldish, red car, pen scratching against paper when she says, “He really likes you.”

“Hm?” you offer, raising your eyebrows but keeping your eyes focused on the form.

She leans her back against the trunk and shifts down a bit, speaking to you but looking over at your handwriting, “He’s known to be grumpy. You see the left arm? I don’t think he likes being dependent, I’ve had to swap out a lot of people.”

“And you didn’t tell me this before I took the job?” you frown, still finishing off the document, “Didn’t think I could handle it?”

“I know you’re capable, but I thought you wouldn’t want it. But listen, the organisation needs this, I don’t know if there’s anyone else we can find for him.”

You complete your signature with a satisfied smile, handing back the clipboard, “Don’t worry, I can do this.”

She nods then gets in her car and drives away, leaving you in the driveway. You stretch your arms then make your way back inside. When you enter the living room, there’s a draft you swear wasn’t here a few minutes ago. Bucky hasn’t moved, but you notice an open window. You furrow your brows as you look down at him, “Can I close that? It’s a bit chilly in here.”

“Go ahead,” he nods, and you walk over, pulling the handle it, and ignoring the recent-looking fingerprint marks on the glass.

***

A few hours into your first day, you’re a little taken aback by how friendly he is; even despite your boss’ warning, you’ve never had a patient so willing to co-operate, especially not veterans — they tend to be angry they need help, or have episodes due to PTSD, but Bucky seems perfectly in his right mind and understanding of both his and your position.

“Did they tell you I was a pain in ass?” Bucky asks before opening his mouth for a spoonful of food.

You laugh as you pull the spoon back, scooping up more of the rice and curry you made to lift to his lips, “Kind of,” you admit, “Said you were grumpy, is that true?”

He smiles, “I tend to be,” he confesses, “But I can’t keep that brooding persona up around you,” he takes a spoonful.

“So that’s what it is?” you raise an eyebrow as you pile the last of the meal onto the utensil, “A persona?”

He swallows the last of it and shakes his head with a grin, “No, but I can’t not be amused around you.”

***

You have no idea why your supervisor said he was difficult, your next few weeks with Bucky are light and fun, and you feel you’re even developing a friendship. You don’t see to him at night, and he has minimal needs during the day — some days it just feels like you’re there to keep him company.

You’re doing so well, in fact, that your supervisor wants to transfer you to a veteran from Vietnam who’s apparently even worse than Bucky (by other people’s stories — to you, if he’s anything like Bucky, he’ll be nice to see), convinced you have some magic touch.

As much as you’re developing affection for Bucky, you have to put work first, and you’re compelled to leave him for the other man who clearly needs you more. Bucky seems to be doing well, you’re sure you can’t be that special, and you’re sure someone else could take care of him just as well, if not better.

“Hi, Buck,” you greet with a smile as you close the door behind you. You hear his motorised wheelchair come rolling down the corridor to greet you.

“Hi, why could you only come in at ten today?”

You usually come in at seven on weekdays and eight on weekends.

“Sorry, I had a meeting,” you sigh, setting your tote bag down as Bucky switches his chair to manual.

“A meeting?” he asks as you take hold of the handles and push him to the other side of the kitchen island.

“Mhm,” you nod as you open the fridge, rummaging around for something to make, “There’s this other guy my boss wants me to help,” you call with your head still in the cold, “A Vietnam vet, no one else in the org will take him.”

You emerge with some eggs and milk, shutting the door with your foot before placing the contents on the island, “Did you eat? I assume Carol made breakfast but I can make more.”

“Are you going to take it?” he inquires, ignoring your question, “The job.”

“I mean, maybe,” you answer, placing your hands on the counter and tilting your head as you think, “I’m not sure yet.”

“But what about me?”

“The other guy needs full-time care, I’d have to spend virtually all my days there, but if I leave, Carol can take over for me, she can go from night to day, she’s amazing, and she doesn’t complain about you, at least not as much,” you wink, but he doesn’t crack a smile.

“Bucky, I didn’t mean to upset you—”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s just that—”

“It’s your job, I get it,” he replies, and you can see the stoicism build up.

“Nothing’s final, yet,” you say as you walk over, “And you’re doing great either way,” you give him a kiss on the forehead, “We don’t have to talk about that, let’s just eat, I’m starving.”

He nods and attempts to smile, but you can tell it doesn’t reach his eyes.

You try to make conversation as you make yourself an omelette, but you can tell he’s not in it, giving short answers and not reacting to your jokes. When you reach to grab the salt, he stops you.

“Not that one,” he says, “Use the pink salt, Himalayan, I swear it makes everything tastes better.”

You grind some onto your food and sit across from him on the island. Digging your fork into it, you see something flash across Bucky’s eyes. Your first thought is hunger, but he’d just eaten and swore he wasn’t hungry. You ignore it as you bring the fork to your mouth, savouring the taste, though it’s not necessarily a chef’s rendition.

It tastes fine, but there’s something off. At first, you think it must be the salt, but it’s not the taste that’s off; usually when you eat, you feel that warmth in your throat and then your stomach, but now, it’s like it went to your head. You press a hand to your forehead, feeling like you’re burning up. Trying to stand, you immediately sway, only not falling by gripping the counter so harshly and hastily you bend a nail. You try to look to Bucky to tell him you’re not feeling well, but he’s out of focus. In fact, he’s not there. Just as you collapse and close your eyes, you feel a tall shadow over you, but you don’t have time to figure out where it’s coming from before you fall unconscious.

***

You groggily wipe at your eyes when you finally stir before turning over to reach for your phone, at first thinking you had had a dream, but your phone’s not there, and the nightstand isn’t yours. You shoot up in panic and look down at your sheets: Bucky’s sheets. Okay, maybe Bucky rang Carol and she came and set you in bed. Your head still hurts, and everything’s a little hazy.

When the door opens, you expect to see Carol, but it’s Bucky.

“Bucky!” you gasp as you throw the sheets off of you.

He gives a lopsided grin, and for the first time you notice how tall he actually is, because he’s standing.

“Christmas miracle?” he offers.

He walks over to you and sets a glass of water on the bedside table.

“That Himalayan salt is really exotic, isn’t it?”

You don’t even have time to process exactly what he means by that, he’s still standing over you, using his arms and legs just fine, in fact, like he’s been doing it every single day forever. You should have suspected something was up; how could a paralysed man stay in such good shape? The thought briefly crossed your mind once when you ran your fingers over his muscled arm, but you brushed it off.

“Bucky! You- you—”

“Are perfectly fine, I am, and you will be too, soon, those drugs just need to wear off. I know you’re having trouble understanding, just drink some water and sleep it off a little longer.”

He leans down to give you a kiss on the forehead, but you dodge him, nearly falling off the bed in the process.

“Woah, there,” he chuckles as he catches you with ease, his reflexes so sharp it’s nearly unnatural, “Now I’m taking care of you.”

You’re not sure if you can’t speak because of the drugs or if it’s because you’re in shock. He gently sets you back down and your head falls against the pillow as you struggle to keep your eyes open, spots of black blocking little bits of your vision.

“I’ve been needing someone, I’ve gone through a few, but you, honey, you’re special, and I knew it from the moment I saw you. You can’t leave me, I still need you.”

✪

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sleepiexx · 11 months

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Miscellaneous Valeria Garza Hc’s (including some x fem!reader content)

To get the creative juices flowing bc this Val draft I’m writing is going to be the death of me

Valeria hates men with a fiery passion. Years of having been a woman in the military only showed her how vile they are, now she refuses to put up with their shit.

Fully believes that if you want something done right, you have a woman do it.

Definitely treats women better than men, she has empathy for them that she just doesn’t feel for men.

Lesbian fs fs

With that, I don’t actually think her and Alejandro had a romance type thing, they definitely had some form of bond but I genuinely can’t see her with a man so I think it was more platonic

But tbh I think w the passionate hatred Alejandro immediately had for her, no hesitation whatsoever, they had a rivalry

And I think they’re character foils for each other. So similar (yet so different) that all they can see in each other is the things they hate about themselves.

(The way this has been in my drafts for like forever and now that season three is out they’re calling them two sides of the same coin)

Despite her hatred of men, she still has some issues with internalized misogyny and femininity

She’s just so used to having to prove herself in a male dominated field that it’s hard to let go of those things

Won’t wear dresses, have long nails (although that could just go w the whole wlw thing 🤭), or drink fruity drinks

But she refuses to judge other girls for those things, her internal misogyny stays geared toward herself and the standards she holds herself up to.

A lot of it just translates into her being more of a masc lesbian

Anyways

Big spoon, always. No debate. Will make empty threats if you try to fight her on it.

“I will suffocate you with a pillow if you don’t stop,”

Pulls you around by the loops in your jeans, shirt collar, necklace, basically whatever she can pull on to move you places she will

Bites

TLDR: she has cuteness aggression to the max and shows her love in the strangest ways

I think she’s somewhat tall, like 5’9 or 5’10

Muscular af, I just know that turtleneck is hiding a ripped ass body

Abt her time in the military and her current feelings on it

I think when she was in the military, she got up to the lieutenant rank. Especially with the way Alejandro said she led the ambush on the son of La Araña.

She either still has her dog tags hidden somewhere because she couldn’t bring herself to get rid of them, or she threw them as far as she could in a fit of rage

If you’re in the military, she fs tries to convince you to leave and join her

“I could treat you better than any of these men”

And she means it

She means everything she says, even when she’s joking she’s dead serious.

Especially when she tells you she’d kill for you

When she allows herself to love someone, she doesn’t half ass it. She loves with passion.

You know that you are so loved when you’re with her because she makes it abundantly clear.

Overall just a rlly good partner, I’m actually in love w her.

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horangare · 8 months

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switch it up

pairing : seungkwan x fem!reader

content : smut (mdni or…y’know the rest)

in which : your pillow prince of a boyfriend agrees to try something new in the bedroom with you

warnings : established relationship, porn w/o plot, (kinda mean) dom!kwan & sub!reader, doggy style, dirty talk, spanking, pet names (baby, kwannie), orgasm denial/delay, unprotected sex (be safe pretty pls), a drop of possessiveness, creampie, teasing, fingering (just like a little bit at the end), kwan gets rlly into it um okay i think that’s it

wc : 1.5k words

note : sorry if it seems like…not him i just miss boo

“Ohhh, fuck, baby,” Seungkwan whined, digging his nails into the skin of your hips. “So so close, don’t stop, shit.”

You rolled your hips harder against him, gripping onto his shoulders almost as hard as he was gripping your hips. To say you were tired was an understatement, you had been riding Seungkwan for what felt like hours. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, since this is usually the position the two of you preferred, but maybe—just maybe—you’d like the be the one not doing any work.

“Kwannie, baby,” You slowed down and Seungkwan whined against, though this one was a whine of protest as opposed to the pleasured ones he’s been giving you. “I know baby, but I’m tiredddd.”

Seungkwan glared up at you with a pout. “Seriously? Right when I was about to cum!” He rolled his eyes, but you could tell he wasn’t too mad by the way he tried to subtly thrust up into you.

“Hey!” You lightly slapped his thigh to get him to stop. When he didn’t, you slapped him again, a little harder this time. “Baby, do I always have to be on top? Can’t we try something…I don’t know, new?”

This request had Seungkwan sitting up, a curious look on his face as he tried to understand what you were thinking. “New? New how?”

“Well…” Whenever you thought about the things you wanted Seungkwan to do you, it was fine. But now that you had suggested them and he was pressing you about it, the words were escaping you.

The man below you scoffed. “Don’t tell me you’re getting shy now. You’re the one who brought this up, so you’d better spit it out.” He brought his hands up to your chest and pinched your nipples, biting back a smile when you let out a shaky breath at the stimulation.

“You little shit.” You giggled. “Fine, fine! I want you to be the one on top this time.”

Surprised, Seungkwan’s mouth fell open slightly and his eyes got a little wider. His stunned silence caused you to become a little embarrassed. Maybe this should’ve just stayed a fantasy.

“So that’s what you’ve been thinking about?” He asked. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

You nodded eagerly, excitedly, climbing off of him and throwing yourself face down onto the bed.

Seungkwan, a bit confused, sat up beside you and let his head fall to one side. “From behind?” He asked, almost like he was making sure it’s what you really wanted.

Looking over your shoulder at him with a smile, you nodded yet again. “Mhm. Don’t hold back either.”

Honestly, he hadn’t planned on it, not after you had denied him of a perfectly good orgasm, even if it wasn’t your intention, but you saying that only added fuel to the fire. Shifting himself so he was behind you, Seungkwan ran his hands up and down your back before his focus shifted to…a different part of your body.

“Ah! Seungkwan!” You gasped after you felt the sharp sting on your ass. Fuck, if only you didn’t get so turned on by that, you would’ve hurt him. He did it again, almost as if he was testing the waters, and he laughed when you moaned.

“You really liked that?” Was his response. God, you let him be in control for once and he already lets it go to his head. When you didn’t respond, he rubbed his hands soothingly over the flesh of your ass before delivering one more, then scoffed when you moaned again. “Of course you do. Don’t think I can’t see how wet you’re getting.”

You couldn’t help but squirm when Seungkwan positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, barely sliding it inside you before backing away, teasing you just enough to have you writing below him.

“Baby, come on,” you said, accompanied with an impatient whine. “Quit teasing me.”

You heard him sigh from behind you, and you thought it meant he would finally have a bit of mercy on you and give you what you wanted. Seungkwan, however, had something else in mind. He pushed himself inside of you, just a little, but refused to move no matter how much you pleaded for it.

“Now now baby,” He shook his head despite the fact you couldn’t see him. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to be in charge?” And much as he loved, loved hearing your nonsensical babbling and begging, he was going to follow through with what you asked of him. No holding back.

Another thrust, and you cried out even louder.

“Answer me,” he demanded with a particularly harsh thrust, groaning as he pushed himself all the way inside you and relishing in the way your pussy was practically sucking him in deeper. “God, no matter how many times we do this you’re always so tight. You’re mine, right? Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m y-yours.” You mumbled, your hands gripping onto the sheets harder as your body lurched forward with every one of your boyfriend’s thrusts. “Please, Kwannie, harder.”

He chuckled. “Harder? You want it just like you’ve been thinking about, baby?” He teased, but increased the force of his thrusts anyway.

The sound of his hips slamming into your ass over and over again paired with your various sounds of pleasure and Seungkwan’s low moans was all you could process as he steered you closer and closer to the edge.

“Mmmph, ‘m so close, g-gonna cum, Kwannie,” You managed to say as you felt your arms give out, sending you falling forward into the mattress and surrendering you to more of Seungkwan’s torture. And by torture, you meant more of his teasing which you were sure he probably found soooo hilarious.

He leaned forward, resting his chest against your back as his thrusts gradually slowed in speed. Wiggling in his grasp, you whined out several “no’s” and “don’t stop now’s” all while Seungkwan preoccupied himself with pressing kisses to any bit of skin he could reach.

Seungkwan wished he could see your face right now, wished he see the expressions you were making as he splits you open on his cock. But this position wasn’t all bad either. He enjoyed seeing his cock disappear into your pussy with each thrust and the way the flesh of your ass rippled with each hard thrust. He’s insatiable like this, you thought. Your head was spinning and your body was on fire, unable to comprehend just how good it felt to be with him like this. So much better than you thought, that was for sure.

“What’s the matter baby? Weren’t you saying something about cumming?” His kisses tickled your neck and you could hear the smile in his words. “Don’t let me stop you.”

A loud groaned slipped out of your lips. “I h-hate you…” It wasn’t true and you both knew it, but you hadn’t realized that Seungkwan had it in him to be so…mean. “I wanna cum, baby…”

“In a second, baby,” Seungkwan hummed, reaching his hand around the front of your body to rub your clit in slow and languid circles. “Just a second.”

You tried to hold on, you really did, but Seungkwan was making it everything but easy. As much as you wanted to cum, you also didn’t want to upset your boyfriend when he was acting like this. Maybe if you begged again he’d give in. At least you hoped so…his begging would always work on you, and you prayed your begging would work on him.

“Come on, I can’t hold it anymore baby. Don’t you want me to cum for you?” You mumbled in your sweetest voice, smiling to yourself when you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t talk like that…” He whined, his thrusts becoming sloppy and rushed as he neared his own limit. Even now, even like this, Seungkwan would still crack for you if you pushed his buttons just right. “Fine. Cum for me, shit, cum with me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut tight when your orgasm washes over you, your body going limp and collapsing even further onto the bed while you chanted Seungkwan’s name over and over again. Seungkwan’s own orgasm is quick to follow, biting down gently on your neck as he came inside of you with a shudder, his hips never stopping until he felt his senses coming back to him.

Neither of you moved for a few seconds despite being sticky and sweaty, which you both disliked. While the urge to shower was strong, both of you clung to each other in the bed, unable to move.

“Kwannie…” You finally mumbled after what you deemed as too many seconds of silence. “That was so…intense.”

Your boyfriend leaned back, rolling off of you and pulling out so he could lay at your side and face you properly. “Really? I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted…”

“Do you think I would’ve cum so hard if it wasn’t?”

His cheeks reddened slightly as a smile formed on his lips. “Well then,”

You gasped, feeling his fingers prod at your entrance again. Looking down at the mixture of his cum and yours starting to leak out of you, he scooped up what was leaking down your thighs before starting to finger it back inside of you.

“I guess this means I should be on top more often.”

#seungkwan #boo seungkwan #svt seungkwan #seventeen seungkwan #seungkwan smut #seventeen #svt #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #svt drabbles #seungkwan x reader #seventeen drabbles #svt x reader #svt smut

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 4 months

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Lisichka

Request: Hii ! I hope it's okay to request Tartaglia and (a very shy) childhood!reader reuniting after many years and pining for one another? Reader knows him very well so they're not rlly shy around him...until they developed a crush on him. Which makes them timid and mildly awkward around him, and it really shows more and more. I had a thought of what if Tartaglia also has a crush on them around the same time? I hope this is okay and have a good one! ♡

Summary: Tartaglia returns home after fighting the narwhal. You try to avoid him, unwilling to face your crush after so many years, but he manages to meet with you anyway.

Note: Lisichka means little fox

cw: none

Word Count: 1081

Tartaglia x gn!reader

“Have you heard? Ajax is back.”

You’re walking around the local market when you catch wind of the first rumors. The speaker--one of the old women who spend every market day discussing everything from local drama to the contents of this month's delivery of various newspapers--speaks in a hushed voice.

“That’s only news, Marya. My husband has already been to Lev and Anya’s place. Ajax looked pretty beat up.”

If Marya’s question hadn’t caught your attention, the second speaker would have.

You lift your groceries and approach Marya and Elizaveta.

“Ajax is back?”

Elizaveta gives you a measuring look. “I’m surprised you didn’t know. You spent so much time with the boy before Lev sent him off to join the Fatui.”

“You mean until they started avoiding him.?”

“Yes, yes. And blushing like---”

“I’ve been helping around my grandparent’s house,” you blurt. “So no, I hadn’t heard.”

Elizaveta chuckles. “In that case, yes, Ajax has come home. You should go visit him. I’m sure you’ll make his day.”

“I’m not sure he’d remember me.”

“Nonsense. I’d put money on the opposite being true.”

You sigh and tighten your scarf around your neck. “I’ll think about it. But I still have shopping to do. Have a good day, Mrs. Marya, Mrs. Elizaveta.”

Several days later, you walk up the path to Ajax’s home, a heavily wrapped pot of soup cradled in your arms.

A boy with a shock of red hair sits on the porch with a toy ruin guard in hand.

“Good day, Teucer. Is your mother around?”

Teucer looks up and grins. “Big Brother! Y/N is here!”

“Teucer,” you groan, “I’m not here to see Ajax. In fact, please give this to your mother. Tell her Katia sends her regards and that we hope Ajax gets well soon.”

You place the soup next to Teucer and hurries back down the path.

This was such a bad idea, you think to yourself. I can’t ever keep a straight face when he’s concerned.

Ajax steps out of the house, smiling into the collar of his thick, woolen coat.

Unbeknownst to you, the young harbinger watched the entire thing.

He picks up the soup and looks down at Teucer. “Did you say thank you?”

“I didn’t have a chance,” Teucer pouts. “Why are they acting so weird?”

Tartaglia laughs. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

A few days later, you find yourself sitting on the bank of a lake.

You keep your eyes trained on the hole you made and the line disappearing into the water.

This is the only place in town where there aren’t curious looks and questions about Ajax’s health. It’s the one place where you don;t have to be reminded that after so many years of being his friend, you’re now too cowardly to meet him face to face.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t hear the snow crunch behind you, though the footsteps are soft enough that it could be any small animal.

“Lisichka, Lisichka. Are you done running from me?”

The familiar nickname startles you out of your reverie.

You turn, ever so slowly, to find a pair of bright blue eyes twinkling at you.

“I never ran from you.”

Ajax sits next to you. “Are you sure about that, Lisichka? I recall that before I left to join Fatui, you wouldn’t look me in the eye. And I saw you run from my house the other day.”

“I---”

“Got a bite yet?” Ajax changes the topic of conversation, much to your relief.

“No. Not yet. Though I might not, now that your pretty face is here.”

“If a pretty face is all it takes to scare off the fish, you must never catch a thing.”

You open your mind to reply, only for your brain to finally register your words and his reply.

“I--- How are you feeling, Ajax? I heard you were hurt.”

This time you’re the one to change topics, though you’re certain he’s aware that it’s a desperate attempt to keep from addressing the proverbial bear in the room.

Tartaglia holds out a hand and you frown at the clear tremor. “Fontaine was a little rough,” he admits. “I don’t recommend fighting a whale for a couple months.”

“A whale? How do you fight a whale?”

“Not easily. And I lost miserably. I don’t like Fontaine’s Iudex--though I want to fight him again one day---, but I’m not sure I’d have survived if he and the traveler hadn’t intervened.”

“You were never careful with yourself,” you comment. “Even less so after your three day disappearance.”

Ajax huffs. “This wasn’t my fault. There was a lot of weird stuff going on.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure. You know you go looking for trouble and when you aren’t it has a habit of finding you.”

“You know me so well, my Lisichka.”

“I thought we were too old for pet names like that, Ajax.”

“Says who? You were my Lisichka when we were kids. Why can’t you be now?”

You raise your eyes to the sky, where the constellations lay hidden.

“Because if you keep using pet names like that, I’m going to get the impression that you’re not just a childhood friend.”

Ajax reaches over and cups your cheek, turning your face so that your eyes meet his. “If you did I would be awfully happy. I’ve been trying to get your attention for years.”

“You mean…”

“Silly fox, I have liked you for a while now.”

“I bet I’ve liked you longer.”

“You wanna bet?”

Tartaglia tosses your fishing rod to the side and opens his arms to you. “Will you be mine?”

You let him pull you close, brows furrowing when the movement makes him stiffen. You rest a hand on his shoulder, feeling the bandages that deform his sweater.

“Of course, but please, please be more careful.”

“I love you, Lisichka, but I can’t make that promise.”

“I know. It was worth asking.”

As you start to doze in the safety, you can’t help but ask, “Why Lisichka?”

Ajax laughs, smiling into your hair. “Because, a teenage me had no other way to flirt with his best friend and you looked so cute playing in the snow.”

You join him in laughter. “I guess you win.”

“Oh?”

“I started running from you because I realized that I wanted it to be more.”

You yawn, eyes fluttering shut.

“Sleep, Lisichka. I will be here when you wake.”

#I think if tartaglia flirted with me like that I'd probably die blushing #"If a pretty face is all it takes to scare off the fish you must never catch a thing #It would probably work #At least if I was in the reader's place #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x gn!reader #childe x gn!reader #tartaglia fluff #childe fluff #tartaglia fic #childe fic #genshin impact #genshin #sfw #genshin fluff #teyvat talk #request: anon

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bergoozter · 11 days

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I don't think it's wrong for people to be upset about this. I don't want their company to fail, I wish the best for them, but this move really does feel like a kick in the face to a lot of people.

$6 for a video a week, tops, is wild to me. I understand that they need more money to keep up production but this feels like the worst way to do that. I keep trying to find a way of looking at this that's positive but it's so difficult. Especially since they're also taking down their past content (which Watcher told Variety was the plan, and Ryan later went back on?). The whole thing just feels convoluted and tone deaf.

Again, I don't hate them or hope for their downfall or anything awful like that, but the fans are the ones who have supported them this whole time, I think we're allowed to feel upset by such a massive change. (Especially with it being broadcasted as something we'd all be ecstatic to hear.)

Sorry to just dump this all here, I know you're likely still processing the news too, I guess I just wanted to add in my two cents? Idk, not to pull out the mom line, but I rlly do feel like I'm not angry, just disappointed 😭.

i think i feel similarly. i am still processing and haven’t fully decided how i feel yet. both sides are right but the people being mean and cruel are the wrong ones which i really do hate to see some have stooped so low.

artists should be paid but loyal audiences shouldn’t be blindsided. i feel like a lot of decisions were made without us which sounds so selfish to say but the sentiment is there.

what’s frustrating is 6$ doesn’t seem like a big ask but it is for a lot of people. apart from those who would pay it but can’t, casual viewers wouldn’t even if they could. like i have a coworker that just enjoys one of their shows and i can’t see them paying to watch it (i’ll share my login but that’s not the point i’m making). it just alienates a lot of their viewers. :/

i believe it is misinformation that they’re taking down all their past content but i could be wrong if someone wants to correct or clarify for me!

i still have a lot of questions that i’m hoping get answered or worked out before this launches in full. i’ve been floating between disappointed/nervous and wanting to be excited all day, i’m just ready for today to be over.

#watcher #bergasks

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nqify · 1 year

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I have a request! And you can make it as smutty or fluffy you want dealers choice lol. How about Navi Miles and partner taking a bath together ( human partner has vagina parts etc) Thanks in advance if you choose to run with this idea your work is great

I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS OMF!!!!! THANK U FOR REQUESTING THIS MYLOVE!!!

bath sex. — miles quaritch ☆

pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader

content warnings. fingering. riding. daddy kink. dirty talk. praise kink. slight soft!dom miles!!!!

note. this is kinda fluffy smut idk???? but hope y’all eat this up!!!

after a long day at work, miles needed you and only you. he looked for comfort in you, a source of relief!!! he is just a gaint baby trust me!!

so when u suggest a bath together he is going crazy!!!! his ears perk up and a grin starts to appear on his face, “u just wanna see me naked dont u mama??” yeah u do.

you’d have it all pretty and nice!! bubbles filling up the bath, candles set around the edges and some quiet music playing in the back. When u showed him, u swear u saw him cry!! hes never been spoiled until he met you. Always surprising him, gifting him things!!! HE LOVES U!!!

when u both start to undress this mf is eyeing you down, his eyes darken and become hooded. HE GIVING U THE LOOK!!! “milesss!!! this is supposed to be cute!!!” you whine. he’s not saying a word, he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, his fangs making an appearance, “I can’t look at my pretty baby now??” u r head over heels for him.

you end him with ur head laying on his chest, his hands holding ur waist so gently!! he pulls u close and kisses the top of ur head, “I love u baby” OHMYGOD!!! HE IS SO CUTE!!!!

and bc this man cannot get enough of you, seeing u all relax by his touch…..yeah here comes the dirty!!! you’d start to notice that he’s becoming more touchy. he’s grabbing ur hips and pulling u closer to him, his breathing becoming heavy and his tone deepening. dude is horny!!!!

He’d nibble ur ear a bit, “u look so good right now baby, wanna do so many things to this pretty little body of yours” DOING WHAT THINGS SIR??? and that’s when u start to feel his bulge growing on ur lower back. “miles I haven’t done anything!!” girl….. “ma, ur so fucking pretty, u expect me not to get horny???”

you could feel his hand wonder to ur inner thigh, slowly rubbing circles with the flat side of his thumb. “baby ur gonna let me make u feel good right??? just wanna make u cum mm” u gave up fighting and just nodded!! anything for u daddy!!!!!

he’d slowly start to rub ur clit. Little moans and whimpers escaped ur mouth as u struggled to find smth to hold onto. Miles began to nibble at ur neck, giving you open mouth kisses and little bites. “so pretty for me”

miles’ finger slowly made its way inside ur pretty pussy!!! “m-miles!!!” U cry out. He is moaning with u girl….. his finger pumps in and out of you, reaching in so so deep!! “fuck baby, ur so tight for me, u want daddy to loosen u up a little?? so u can take his fat cock right??” oh he is rlly getting into it NOW!!

This fucker loves fingering you!! absolutely loves it!!! another finger was added, causing u to arch ur back off his chest. “yeah mama, u like that?? u like my fingers inside that pretty pussy of yours?” ur nodding, biting ur lip and rolling ur eyes back!! he just cannot get enough of u.

you were near ur release, shaking and crying for him!! little tears ran down ur cheeks from how much pleasure this man was causing you!! The water starting to splash over the bathtub due to ur restless movements. he’d noticed, “u gonna cum for daddy baby? U gonna cum all over my fingers yeah?” nodding ur head over and over again.

U finally came, ur hips jerking upwardsand ur legs shaking!! miles whispers in ur ear, “good girl baby, such a good girl” girl he is not done with you yet.

he flips u over to were ur now facing him, ur legs straggling his thighs while ur bare pussy was rubbing on his dick. He held ur waist, guiding you to grind on him, “yeah mama, u feel that?? u wanna feel this dick inside you?” yes u do!!!!!!!

this fucker is lifting u up and hovering u over his dick, teasing ur pussy!!!! ur whining!! “pls daddy!!! put it in!!” he can’t say no to that. He slowly puts it in, taking his time while u struggle to handle the thickest of his cock. Finally u sink all the way down, earning gasps from both y’all mouths!!!

bf is holding ur hips and guiding u to jump up and down his cock. “mm baby, u take this cock so fucking well, look at u, so pretty for me”

he is so slow with it. you could feel every inch of him. “m-miles ur so b-big!! ah!! it’s t-too much!!” he feels so badomg!!!! “its too big for u?? awe too bad mama, now cmon, ride my dick baby” U R RIDING IT NOWOMG!!!!

ur bouncing up and down on his cock, eyes rolling back while ur mouth hangs open. Girl…yk what’s coming. this fucker getting ideas!!!! miles’ pointer and middle finger lay on ur bottom lip, “suck on my fingers baby” and ofc u did!! u began to slowly suck them in, looking directly at him with a dark gaze, “shit mama, u like this shit don’t you?? yeah baby?? u like my sucking my fingers while I fuck u dumb huh??” YESYESYYES!!!

he is now going feral, bucking his hips up into urs, his thrusts getting sloppy and uneven. He was getting close, “f-fuck gonna fill this load into u mama, gonna make u full of my babies yeah??” Girl yes!!!/$$;$: “yeah that’s right, u want this cum all in ur pretty pussy??” YESYYEYSYES!!!

u guys finally cum together, but he AINT DONE!! he drags ur ass out of the bath tube and sits u on the edge. like wtf u doing daddy?? he kneels down while putting one of ur legs on his shoulder, “don’t want this cum to go to waste mama, wanna taste u”

his tongue is doing wonders to u!!!!! his so sloppy with it!! spit everywhere!!! “mmm shit baby, u taste so fucking good with my cum in u, needa do this more often.” yes u do daddy. this mf rlly in there!!!!! he’s not stopping, he’s making u cum again and again with his tongue!!!!

“just a reward for my pretty girl, thank u for taking care of me” kiss for u baby!!!!! He is so in love with u!! in love with ur face, ur body, UR PUSSY!!!!! “love this pussy so much” you slap his shoulder a bit, “and u ofc mama”

girl…..this had be thinking thoughts…..he is so fine YALL

#miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch x reader #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch #na’vi quaritch #na’vi smut #na’vi #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar smut #jake sully x you #jake sully x reader #jake sully #jake sully smut

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licorice-tea · 3 months

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Apricity

Pairing: Sabo x reader

Content: fluff, a little kissing, gender neutral reader, short and sweet <3

Word Count: 0.7k

A/N: just a little something i wrote about sabo! i rlly thought about making it longer, bc usually i write at least 1k words or so even in one shots, but i am happy with it as it is now. i hope you like it too, thanks for reading! :)

Apricity

The warmth of the sun in winter.

Sabo drags you out of bed at the “ass crack of dawn.” Or at least, that’s what you describe the time of day as when you complain about him waking you up so early. You grumble and groan until it’s clear you’re not getting out of this early morning excursion.

“The sun is barely up!” Yet, it still momentarily blinds you with its rays when you walk out onto the deck.

He holds your hand- be it to share warmth or so you don’t turn back, you’re not sure. “It’s about a third of the way to its high point-“ then he turns so he’s walking backwards to face you, “and if the sun is up, we should be too.”

The two of you come to a stop on the starboard deck. “No,” you move one of his hands to your waist, “I should be tucked in bed under my warm covers” then the other, “with my warm boyfriend,” and finally looping your arms around his neck, “and we should both be asleep.”

Sabo smiles and nuzzles his face into your neck. “I’ll keep you warm.” His hair tickles your ear, but you can’t giggle as you’re still trying to be annoyed with him.

“Hmph.” His hands start to rub up and down your sides as the two of you take to swaying in some type of rhythmless dance. “You don’t even like this kind of cold weather.”

“I know.” Sabo finally shows his face again, much to the chagrin of your chilly neck region (and to the pleasure of your eyes.) “But, I do like when it’s cold and I can feel the sun on my face or back.”

His confession is just cheesy and poetic enough to make you smile, albeit softly. “Hm… Like a cat?”

“How dare you! I think I’d be a lion if I were an animal, at the very least.” Sabo says this all very matter-of-factly, causing you to fall into a fit of quiet giggles in his arms. His eyes track your movements- your smile, the way your eyes crinkle, the very sound of your laughter- while wearing a smile of his own.

You quiet yourself again, still grinning brightly, and shrug. “Still a cat.”

He just stares at you for a moment after that, and you think you must have something on your face. “Sabo? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” His blonde hair falls over his eyes as he shakes his head to reassure you. “Everything’s perfect, love.”

Such a simple little pet name, but it still manages to make you blush. You push the hair out of his eyes and end up cupping his face in your hands. Now you’re the one staring, but he doesn’t seem to mind the intent observation. “What was that thing you said about the sun earlier?”

“Hm? That I like how the sun feels in the winter?”

“Yeah.” You place a chaste kiss on his lips. “I think I get what you mean.” It’s freezing outside, and the wind chills every exposed inch of your skin, but none of that seems to matter right now. From the way his smile and his eyes shine; warming you from within, while also squeezing you gently to share his body heat… it’d be impossible to not understand the feeling he describes.

“Good.” Sabo kisses you back, gentle and slow. Like you have all the time in the world- which, you suppose you do. It certainly feels that way when everything is cold; it’s the type of weather where you really just want to stay in bed all day. And yet, here you are outside, entertaining your boyfriend’s desire to feel the sun in winter. “But I like kissing you more, just so you know.”

With the sweetest expression you can muster and a tilt of your head, you ask; “Does that mean we can go back to bed?” Alas, your question is only answered with laughter.

But hey- maybe winter isn’t so bad anyway, when you have the warmth of the sun right in your hands.

#fanfic #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece #x reader #sabo x reader #revolutionary sabo #one piece sabo #sabo #flame emperor sabo #op sabo #sabo fluff #fluff #sabo x you #sabo x y/n #oneshot #short and sweet

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yanderegrizzsworld · 10 months

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Hello, so first of all, thank you for your services on writing Yandere Sonic the Hedgehog stuff cuz OMG the lack of written content here is criminal.

Ok, now with that out of the way, I had this idea going on in my head for a very long time, but I was rlly shy about sharing it up until now (BTW this isn’t a request or anything like that). Ok ppl hear me out:

Yandere Shadow with a weak and shy Darling who thinks he hates them.

Maybe they met bc they both worked for G.U.N. or something, but circumstances force them to end up with both seeing each other a lot, and bc of Shadow’s rather aloof and reserved nature, Darling starts thinking that Shadow probably thinks of them as a nuisance that’s getting in the way, when in reality, he probably doesn’t mind them much (Well, at first).

Darling would probably start trying to do their absolute best to be as useful as possible, after all, it’s not like they want Shadow (or anyone rlly) to hate them, and even if they’re not a capable fighter, there’s lots of other stuff they’re very competent at. However, it doesn’t matter how much they try to help him in any way, he still doesn’t seem to bat an eye, which makes Darling think he probably thinks they’re annoying him and that they should better leave him alone so they aren’t a nuisance.

Boy if only they knew how much Shadow truly appreciated all they did for him, the fact that Darling tried to push through their shyness and help him, he began to see it as endearing to the point he couldn’t help but just fall in love with such a pure-hearted, fragile Darling that had to be protected at all cost. He wanted to keep his distance from them since he’s not exactly the safest hedgehog to be around with, yet he just couldn’t help himself but want to be around them to personally make sure they were safe. Alas, now Darling’s avoiding him.

Darling would start “coincidentally” encountering Shadow more frequently, even outside of work. They had to go to a certain shop to buy something? What a coincidence, Rouge had asked him to grab something from there too. They liked to go to a certain place after work? Weird, Shadow also went there regularly, you get the gist. Darling would see this as them having the worst luck, since why are they always ending up meeting with the person that hates their guts?! Darling, a word of caution, you should pay more attention to your surroundings.

As time goes on, Shadow’s feelings grow deeper and more obsessive, to the point they can’t leave them alone without worrying every waking second about their safety. What if G.U.N. sends them to a dangerous mission and they get severely injured? Or what if Eggman attacks somewhere where they just happen to be and they can’t defend themselves against a badnik? Well, Shadow doesn’t need to think about that anymore when it does eventually happen.

Seeing Darling severely injured would make something inside Shadow just snap, and he decides that enough is enough, whoever caused the injury pays dearly for it, and next thing Darling knows, they wake up on a very comfortable bed inside a room they can’t recognize, their wound being with a person who hates them. Darling would immediately apologize to Shadow for any inconveniences and tries to leave, however, there seems to be something restraining one of their legs, and when they lift up the mattress, there’s a shackle around their ankle.

Darling begins to have a panic attack, but before Shadow can try to comfort them, Darling begins to ask him why he hates them so much, they start going on and on about how they don’t understand what they did wrong, and then Shadow interrupts them with a hug

“I don’t hate you in the slightest, if anything, I love you so much. That’s why, I can’t let you get hurt out there”

(I had a tiny bonus for this but this is probably too long already, so I’ll leave here, hope you like it)

This is just absolutely phenomenal dear! I don't think I can add anything to this masterpiece you've sent. Like is an understatement, & so is love, I'm enamored with this dear!

#grizz responds #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere concept #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #not yandere writing

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myork · 2 years

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9 Years Of BTS . (130613)

One word you associate with BTS or how they make you feel

As answered by my mutuals and followers ♡

Thank you so much to everybody who answered and shared your reasons with me <3 here are a few other explanations <3

"I'm a Christian and I was pretty scared of joining this fandom because I though I was going to be judged. But I wasn't–like, at all. This family is filled with the people I trust the most, because BTS and ARMY always got my back–And I'll always have theirs."

"if it was two words i would say big brothers because that's exactly what they are to me. a bit like the kuyas (a word in plural form in my native language used to refer to an older man with respect or for an older man in general like older brothers) i've never had. that's probably why i picked "family." i think it hits me hard because i don't have any siblings. also my mom is willing to adopt them and become their mom lol."

"they made me learn to love myself, and love life... <3"

"ive never seen such a tight-knit group honestly it’s like they’re all siblings. also each one of them are talented in their own way."

"I just feel like theyre rlly good role models for healthy communication and. idk they make me feel loveable/not alone with my mental health struggles."

"My sense of purpose. Life for me was eat, sleep, work until they inspire me to want to do and be more."

"Their music makes me so happy and almost always puts a smile on my face. Songs like Mikrokosmos and Anpanman and Butter especially just always make me grin. And then of course they release so much content that makes me smile. And interacting with other Army makes me smile too, its always nice to connect with someone over a shared love for BTS. Have you ever been so overcome/overwhelmed with happiness that you started laughing?? BTS makes me do that on a regular basis."

"for me bts is the representation of brotherhood/family. They have been together for more than 10 years, they have known each other so well, in other words, they are like brothers who support and love each other no matter what and i think that's sweet because in our society people tend to judge this kind of friendships by calling them "gay". However, you know what's the best thing? That they don't care about what people say about them, they still behave the same way with each other and that's what makes me love them even more."

"Basically like home. I know they're extremely chaotic but there's this sense of peace in my heart that I found them."

"Always make me swoon."

"There really is no better word for me to explain how those seven young men from South Korea make me feel. I don't feel any other band I followed/stan in the past years ever felt as comforting (and familiar, in a way) as BTS does. Whenever I feel like I'm about to fall into a bad mental state, or I'm bored/sad or I just want to distract myself from this real world, I listen to their music or watch a run bts episode or even a compilation of their best/funniest/most comforting moments and feel better. No matter what, they always manage to make me smile and bring me the same comfort I would feel as my closest friend hugged me for hours."

"they were there for me through some really hard times, i don't know what i would've done without them."

"i’m a baby army (got interested in them after grammys 2022) and i haven’t been this happy in a while, watching random yt videos of them, listening to their songs and their meaning. for me it’s like a ray of sunshine everytime. i don’t have army friends yet so i can’t have pretty much no one to talk abt this so i just make my friends/bf listen to my daily rants about them haha"

"because they make me happy."

"BTS encourages me to love myself. BTS loves me and other ARMY even without meeting most of us. They love us so much that they tell us to stop listening to their music, watching their videos, etc. and go do important things like homework, work, or spending time with family and friends. BTS loves us so much that they want to give all ARMYs a free concert. BTS loves us so much that they post little updates of their lives when they know we're missing them. BTS loves us so much that they use us to love themselves. BTS loves us so much that they call us their best friends, their butterflies, and their stars. BTS loves us so much that they've created a community of people who respect each other like brothers and sisters even if they don't know each other personally (ARMY). BTS' love has created social movements for change and has donated so much money for the greater good. This love is truly pure and genuine, and I have never felt such a love from someone so far away, never mind from an artist to a fan. It doesn't matter that we're hemispheres apart, because I feel like they are with me and I am with them. This love is why BTS makes me feel loved."

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right, sorry for not mentioning things earlier 😅 so a fluff drabble for soaring high with tae, oc and jae? a day out! where jae misses oc and tries to call her with tae's phone or something lmaoo

anonymous said: bae i rlly need a drabble to see what souring high!tae is like when they’re finally alone 😮‍💨😮‍💨❤️ u could literally do anything that u want !!

fic: soaring high pairing: dilf!taehyung x reader warnings: a cute son, a cute dad, a cute relationship between said son and oc; tae loves to watch them play. he really is into oc, he just doesn’t say it smh. super sweet dilf!tae <3, explicit sexual content: fingering implied, he bends her over, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it), manhandling, multiple rounds of sex implied, he’s so hungry and a beast, dom!tae, degradation; a whole lotta fluff too <3 wc: 1.5k (damn??) a/n: i thought i could merge those two requests into one !! hope that's okay and that u guys like it 🥰 if u’d like to indulge in the fluff parts only, u can totally stop reading after they drop off jae at his friend’s place. and do lmk what u think! <333 also totally unedited again, i apologise 😭

ask my character! (no more drabble requests, please!) <3

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The sun shines onto the park pleasantly, the sky an azure blue and busy voices sounding all around. Children are busy exploring every corner of the place; one has been chasing a squirrel for over twenty minutes, Taehyung is sure.

Except his own spawn.

Immersed in the wonders of technology, he taps around Taehyung’s phone; most of the apps don’t interest him much, too adult-y, and too colourless.

His eyes dart between various symbols, not quite sure what to settle on. He sighs, somehow focused on both exploring and rambling. Taehyung has been nodding and humming for half an hour, listening to his son’s stories about kindergarten and teasing girls.

And when the narration ends, Taehyung waits for a moment. Reckons the tale is over, that his son has vented his chest off once and for all – but when he glances over to him, looking down at his wiggling legs and content smile, he realises why silence has descended upon them.

“What... wait, what are you doing?”

The phone rings. And then, your voice chimes through. Jae knows the functions enough to apparently not just recognise the picture Taehyung set for you on his phone, but to put a call on loudspeaker, too.

“Where are you?” Jae yells, and you make a sound that indicates you’re taken aback.

Then, a giggle sounds through the phone, and you fall back into your toddler voice as you ask, “Heyyyy, Jae, how are we doing? I’m at home.”

“Can you come to the park?”

Taehyung watches with furrowed eyebrows, close to snatching the phone from his son before he sees the delight in his boy’s eyes.

“Which park, baby?” you ask, still laughing.

“Uhm... near my kindergarten.”

“Right now?”

“Please?”

“You don’t have to,” Taehyung’s voice interrupts, and Jae looks at him as though he’s noticing just now that his father is right next to him, watching him.

There’s a small pause, a chiming of keys, a hum; then, you say, “It’s okay. I’m not doing anything today anyway.”

Because who are you to deny any request the little man might have? You can’t remember ever saying no – Taehyung says you spoil him too much. You call it “making his kid love me”.

And as he wished, you find yourself in the park around twenty-five minutes later; Jae’s eyes light up – genuinely delighted. Stars in his eyes that resemble the ones in his father’s gaze.

Previously busy with digging holes in the sandbox, he gasps; runs towards you with his little yet fast feet, clinging onto you as if he didn’t see you just last weekend.

Taehyung never says much when Jae and you play around. He enjoys the scene, enjoys the way you whisper secrets into each other’s ears; or how you let him win every game of rock, paper, scissors.

How he chuckles and falls back onto the couch when you crack a stupid joke or tell him a story from work.

“I forgot the shovel,” he tells you loudly, looking at you wide wide, shocked eyes. “We can’t make a sandcastle!”

“Oh no!” you exclaim; both your gazes drift to Taehyung’s, seeking help.

“Daddy, can I go and get it?”

But his beloved father kills both your hopes with one shake of his head, wiggling a finger as he says, “You’re invited at Chae’s. Maybe she has a shovel and you can play in her garden.”

“But–”

Jae looks between you and his dad, pleading and innocent.

“You can’t let a friend wait, Jae,” Taehyung scolds, standing from the bench. The beige slacks are smooth, hugging his waist where he tucked his white shirt in. The shape of his body is so alluring – the curves, edges and bulges leave nothing to imagination.

As always.

And your insides keep buzzing. Keep twirling as you look at him. Watch him talk to Jae, smiling softly, talking to him, reprimanding him. Telling him that he’d pick him up around eight, and that he needs to behave if he wants to eat his favourite pasta dish tonight.

Before you know it, you’re left alone with the man who asked for your number after a flight months ago. The man who rearranged your insides, anything but shy, a demon and lovely father at once.

But now that you look at him, his eyes are tender. Sweet and soft, housing care for not just his son and his relationship to you, but for you as a person, too.

Taehyung’s two-story-flat isn’t too far from little Chae’s house, so you decide to walk the small distance to his place.

Being alone with Taehyung never really comes with awkwardness. It has become your own personal source of comfort; one you cherish. One you think back to when the moments are over.

“What were you doing all day?” he asks, thumbs in the pockets of his pants.

“Was just rewatching my favourite show. I’m glad you guys called.”

“Well... Jae called.”

“Yeah, technically,” you say, smiling, your steps slow and relaxed.”

“Gilmore Girls, was it?” Taehyung then guesses, squinting one eye shut in concentration.

“You remember my favourite show? That’s flattering.”

“I uh,” he starts, swallowing, “I remember your favourite dessert, too. And your favourite drink. If you want, we could...”

You wait, looking at him in anticipation; he looks sweet when he’s shy. Utterly different from when he batters your body. He licks his plush lips, and you wait some more before you ask, “Yeah?”

“If you want, we could go to my place, and... eat some dessert?”

You laugh.

You know what that means.

First he eats his favourite dessert – pretty much swallows it whole. Then he lets you eat yours.

And then, he finally opens his fridge and takes out the actual delicacy.

“You know my dearest pastime,” you tell him, and he laughs.

“Jae was missing you.”

“Although we met last week?”

“Mmmh, honestly, he can’t ever stop talking about you anyway.”

And Taehyung enjoys it. Loves to hear your name, basks in the pictures of you that his son calls forth.

“And,” he hesitates, licking his lips again, “I talk about you a lot, too.”

You almost halt in your steps; your heart falls down deep and lands in front of his feet. It does the same whenever he mumbles things like these – you might never get used to it.

“What is it that you talk about?” you ask.

“Just... I ask him what he thinks of you. Then I tell him what I think of you.”

“And what you think of me is...”

“Is for me to know and for you to find out.”

“Unfair.”

You hit his shoulder playfully right when you arrive in front of his entrance door. One hand of his holds his keys – but the other grabs your softly violent wrist, tugging your body close before he whispers, “Gonna treat you fairly to make it all good... ‘kay?”

Here he is. The beast you know.

The beast you still haven’t grown used to. The beast who pulls you inside his apartment, pushes you against the door. Growls against your skin, holding your arms over your head.

Mumbling curses against your flesh, eyes closed, groaning and lost.

He licks a trail along your neck. Tugs at your panties, shifting up your dress.

Taehyung’s slender fingers explore your shivering body, digging deep where you want him most.

“Pretty little cum dumpster,” he murmurs in between his actions; words so sore, actions so raw. “Prettiest woman in this neighbourhood.”

“Just this neighbourhood, huh?” you moan, laughing, eliciting a chuckle out of him as well.

“Just scared to use the word universe, ‘cause... you wouldn’t believe me anyway.”

You want to remark something, but words die in your throat once he bends you over his desk, pushing away his books and stationery.

His cock is throbbing, hard, slick with his own spit when he enters you caringly. A hand rests on the small of your back, the other holding your wrists under your shoulder blades.

He caresses your skin, pumps into you harshly, harder, a deep baritone assuring, “You’re the fucking best pussy I’ve ever fucked. God, I wanna... wanna–”

“Wha– what?”

“I don’t want you to be able to walk for fucking days, baby.”

He says that every time. And he keeps the promise every time.

His hand comes down to clutch the flesh of your ass tightly, slapping against it, pushing it up; and then, he repeats. Until your bottom feels bruised, aching and tingling.

Just how you like it best – he knows.

And when his thumb circles your clit, feeling your cunt clench around his veiny, thick cock, he lets go the moment you do. Synchronised, crazed, loud.

“Fuck, fuck, yeah, I–”

“Taehyung, I can’t feel... my limbs.”

Of course you can’t. His grip cuts off the bloodstream in your arms, and your legs jiggle like pudding, close to giving out.

But his arms are strong and steady. Keep you afloat, his body pressed against yours.

He keeps you close, panting against your ears, ready for another round after your beloved dessert.

He wonders, “What do you think how many rounds we can go before I need to pick up Jae again?”

Cheeks pressed against the cold desk, you smile, readying your body for an evening of exhaustion and pleasure. Digging your nails into your palm, you wet your dry lips, open your eyes and say, “Let’s find out.”

DAMN THIS WAS........ longer than expected holy. please do let me know what u think !! <333

#this drabble took ages pls lmk what u think if u read it !! 🥺#taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #bts fluff #bts smut #*amc: soaring high #*amc #fic: soaring high #notes for rid 🌹#lili <3 #anon

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