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maybankcore · 2 months

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rafe cameron — nsfw alphabet ༝༚༝༚

context : the alphabet.. but each letter has a new rafe cameron nsfw/sfw concept. this is also bunny!reader x rafe.

tws : smut, nsfw, rafe x sweet/bunny reader, cream pie, voyeurism, brief degrading, brief daddy kink. fingering, porn/nudes, tying reader up, oral sex, a ton of nsfw headcanons.

A: aftercare • you would tend to get sleep almost immediately after you come, and the first thing rafe does is take you to the bathroom and let you pee so u don’t get a UTI, n he’ll probably wait outside and keep asking “u done baby?” ‘till you clean up. and obviously, after the oh so harddd task of peeing, he’ll carry you back to bed. rafe somehow doesn’t get tired after sex, but seeing you already get lazy eyed, he has no choice but to lay down with his little bun and cuddle up with her.

B: boobs. literally boobs. • rafe loves your tits, and he loves grabbing them even more. he’ll randomly come up behind you when you’re doing your makeup, hair, etc. and just grab ur boobs. he loves the way they fit perfectly in his big palm, and how flustered you get too. “rafe! stop— i’m doing my makeup!!” you’d say, as you wave his hands away, feigning annoyance. “relax baby, their just too tempting.” rafe snickered, smirking. rafe just can’t get enough of them, especially when your wearing the thin, baby pink, lacy top from victoria’s secret.

C: cum • okay, rafe knows that he has to use a condom, blah blah blah. but on those days where he just needs a good, raw, fuck.. trust me, he’d cum inside you, making sure every inch of his hot cum fills you up to the brim. and rest assured, you’d hate and love it at the same time.

D: dirty talk • he’d soooo dirty talk you in public, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, knowing how wet your sweet pussy gets just by the sound of his voice. he’d sometimes say the most vile things about what he’d to you when you both get home.

“do you really think i’m not noticing your blowjob eyes as i’m golfing, huh? y’know.. i’d love seeing those eyes of yours when i’m fucking you endlessly. making you cum so hard. oh god, baby, i can hear those pretty moans of yours already. hmm?” he’d huskily whisper, inches by the shell of your ear. and then, he’d walk off as if nothing happened. leaving you anticipated for the entire day, squeezing your thighs and drinking an excessive amount of water to help with the heat building in your cheeks.

E: experience • rafe deffo has experience with sex. but i wouldn’t call him the biggest man-whore, since he met you in s2 of obx, i’d say he had 4 bodies by then. 2 of them being random hookups and the other 2 being girls from a short term relationship w/ him. i also hc that bunny!reader would have a few bodies, but would act like she’s a virgin just for rafe, similar to how maddie perez did it.

F: fingering • mmm, rafe is a master at fingering. he knows how to get your pussy wet and make it even wetter when he’s touching you. he’d start off with just a few strokes on your clothed pussy, building up tension that you so desperately want to release. n then when you’d get all needy he’d slide your panties down and spread your thighs.

you’d position yourself on his lap, head on his shoulder, looking at him with your big bambi eyes, pleading. and he’d slowly circle your clit in circular motions, taking pleasure in the way your hips jerked and lips parted with heavy breaths. and then he’d sink two fingers in, slowly at first, and then going faster. the cold touch of his golden rings slipping between your lips made you moan. loud. and in amidst of all this, he’d be doing some random thing on his laptop, but secretly taking a voice memo of your sweet moans. to obviously jerk off to later, you really think he’d pleasure you and restrict himself from doing it later on?

G: g-spot • imagine no guy has actually found your g-spot before, they’d just fuck you and you’d get that tiny ounce of pleasure that made you cum, but when rafe first fingered you, curling up his fingers to hit that sweet spot that only you yourself could find, you UNRAVELED. i’m sure he was shocked at how loud you moaned. he had thought you’d never gotten fingered before. but when you told him that no guy had actually fingered you that good, he was both pleased and shook. “what d’you mean no one’s found your g-spot? isn’t that like— the main thing in sex??” but to be honest.. him being the only guy that found your g-spot really boosted his confidence lol.

H: hair • rafe absolutely loves your hair, playing with it, braiding it, seeing how it drapes over your shoulders elegantly. he had never met someone who takes care of their hair like their life depends on it. you’d have serums, hair masks, good hair days and bad hair days, and rafe was all here for it.

(this is for my curly hair readers btw). sometimes when your hair wasn’t cooperating you’d get annoyed and bang your hairbrush against your head, clearly disheveling your hair, and rafe would come over and brush it for you. putting in your gel, mousse and even diffusing it.

rafe also is weirdly obsessed with how your hair smells, he’d bury his shoulder into it, or randomly smell it throughout the day, and once he’d even gotten wheeze to smell your hair.. “her hair smells so good right? i don’t even know how, it just smells fuckin’ amazing.” he’d proudly state, and you not being sure if wether that’s creepy or cute.

I: initials (tattooed) • right on his chest, beneath his heart, are the two letters of your name, more so, your initials. Y/N.Y/L/N written in a bold, italic font. and right next to it is your favorite animal, a bunny. you were struck when he had actually gotten a whole ass bunny tatted next to your initial!!

J: jerking off in ur absence • whenever rafe has trips, or if you’ve been away for some time, rafe deffo jerks off to pictures you sent to him. you’d send a teasing mirror pic of you getting dressed, your hand covering your nipples. and then you’d send a soapy tit pic of you in the shower. but lastly, a day before you come back, you’d send the hottest picture of you in rafes favorite pink lingerie set, playing with yourself and moaning rafes name. leaving him needy and desperate until he lands..

K: kinks • omg the amount of kinks u and rafe would share imagine him fucking you for the first time and slowly starts roughing you up, only to see you cooperate and urge him to do more. the smirk on his facee😩.

L: location (where you fuck) • personally, public sex is a huge turn in for rafe, but being the little slut you are, it’s an even bigger turn-on for you. obviously you’d fuck in his bed or yours, and sometimes i’m the couch or kitchen counter. rafe would also take you on the druthers boat and make you ride his lap, stopping when a boat comes buy, your sweaty face and messed up outfit being evident.

M: marks • rafe would leave hickeys everywhere. stomach, thighs, neck, collarbone, shoulders, tits, even inches away from your pussy. you’d leave bite marks on rafe, scratches illuminating his back, and lipstick stains all over his collar and cheek.

N: nudes • he just has a hidden album filled with your nudes. wether its videos of you both fucking, teasing pictures you’d send him of your bikini try ons, or you fingering your self. he’d also have voice memos of your moans saved. p.s, rafe would so ask you to talk about something random for a minute on voice memos and jerk off to your voice.

O: only fans acc • a little similar to the one on top ^. but imagine making an only fans account where ur only follower/subscriber is rafe. and trust, he will act like a whole ass fan. he’ll comment on your videos; “omg ur so hot can i request food play” with a +400$ message next to it. youd livestream and he’d be your only viewer, talking you through playing with yourself. and when i mean he’s a fan, i mean this man would literally pay you 1000$ per month as per his ‘subscription’..

P: plushies • whilst fucking you hard, rafe would grab your favorite plushy and tell you to hold it. he found it so fucking hot seeing you cling onto the soft toy, bringing it to your mouth to bite onto to hold back your loud moans.

Q: quickies • yall would deffo have quick fucks in between parties, hangouts, dinners, etc. sometimes if your ovulating you’d practically beg on your knees for a quickie with rafe. “rafeyy, please. if you don’t do anything i’ll go to the bathroom n’deal with it myself!” you whine, nudging his arm to get up from his seat at an event. and obviously, he gives in. every. single. time.

R: riding his thigh • when your extremely horny, and need an immediate relief youd prop yourself on rafes thigh and start grinding. this would be your only option as he’d dismiss your attempts to make him fuck you, so he’d tap his thigh and say “if your really that horny jus’ ride my thigh. cmon, you wanted to come, right?”. you’d get so wet, making a mess on his sweatpants.

S: sucking his dick • messy blowjobs>>. sucking him off after a hard day, at a party when he’s high and needy, or right after you went to his family dinner. you’d look so perfect with your big, glossy eyes staring up at him. head bobbing as you perfectly swirl the pad of your tongue against the base of his cock. him groaning and praising your amazing head-giving skills.

T: tying you up • hands above your head, a belt knotted against both your wrists, restraining you from pushing rafe away whilst he fucks you mindlessly. rafe would be destroying you, pounding in and out as you take the pleasure like a good girl. you are his little bun, after all.

U: unfair • teasing you when your sat on his lap, waiting for him to finish off his work, whilst he slowly and lightly circles your clit. “daddy, i really need you.” you’d moan in his ear. “i know baby, i know. daddies gotta finish this off first, ‘kay?” and so you waited, only for him to go into the shower, not even letting you in.

V: voyeurism • sliding your panties off and stuffing it in his pocket is his favorite thing to do when he’s off golfing whilst your sitting in your garden chair, feeling the coldness of the air blowing against your sticky cunt. not being able to fix the unbearable tension in your pulsing clit, and having to wait till you get home.

W: what/how big is he • a whopping 7.3 inches. a tad bit specific ik, but the way he’d ruin you.. and what’s funny is the fact that rafe knows he’s big!! and he knows that you can take it too.

X: ion know what to put for this one.. so i’m gonna put a random hc of rafe.. • has a weird food play kink?.. i just feel like he’d take ice cream and lick it off your tits, or spread chocolate syrup all over your nipples and stomach and lick it off too. (obviously nothing down there, don’t wanna get a yeast infection).

Y: ‘your too big!’ • lining himself up against you, seeing his big cock already needy of slamming into you, made you worry. your eyes slightly widened at his size, how the fuck is he gonna fit?. “rafey, i don’t think it’s gonna fit.. your too big.” you mustered out, wanting but at the same time not wanting him. “shhh bun, ts’ gunna fit, i’ll go realll slow? okay baby?” he stated, making you ease up and unclench your pussy, allowing full entrance. he slowly slid inside you, already owning a long moan and scatters of whimpers escaping your mouth. he went in further, and you took him in fully. “good girl, i told you it’d fit.”

Z: also have no idea, so another random hc one again! • loves seeing you spit out his cum after sucking him off. just seeing his cum drop down your chin turns him on sm and makes him hard asf.

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attractedtopeoples · 4 months

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Johnnie Guilbert NSFW Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet

Tags/Warnings: mdni, smutty/suggestive stuff below the cut, don’t like don’t read, written with afab reader in mind but barely mentioned

Jake’s Version Here, Tara’s version here

A/N: I have fallen down a rabbit hole of Johnnie and Jake (and Tara), im going insane.

Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I fell like he’s rather drowsy but still making sure your taken care of, you want a bath- done, water- done. He loves taking care of you- even if he was struggling to walk or stay awake.

On the other hand, I feel like he’d be really shy in terms of receiving aftercare- not entirely used to it.

Body Part (their favourite of their partners, and their favourite of their own)

He Loves your thighs- not explaining it too much, but his favourite place is between them- whether your legs are around his waist, or his head is in between your legs- he loves it. If you have afab anatomy- trust me he’ll leave bruises from how hard hes squeezing your thighs (and then apologise later when he realises, no matter how much you say you liked it)

He likes his own hands, because he knows what he can do with them (this man knows how to use his hands (and tongue) it’s actually insane)

Cum (anything to do with cum)

Not a fan of the mess when he pulls out, but always respects your wishes if y’all don’t have a condom and u don’t want him to finish inside. Although he does love to eat you out after fucking you, both your cum mixing kn his tongue, then kissing you like theirs no tomorrow where you can taste yourselves too.

Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves his hair being pulled, he never says it nor admits it, but if you tug on his hair whilst he’s eating you out- trust me he could finish just from eating you out. It isn’t a degradation thing, more of the subtle pain thing that only makes him feel pleasure.

Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doin)

He’s not very experienced (like barely experienced) but he’s still knows exactly how to touch you- not because of videos or other things like that, but he’s good at observing and noticing what makes you feel good, and what doesn’t.

Favourite Position (goes without saying I think)

He’s a simple man, and loves missionary. Being able to tuck his head into your neck and give you more hickeys, your hand in his hair as he fucks you. The dream.

Goofy (are they more serious or silly in the moment)

I think he’d be more serious but would definitely still make jokes as long as he knew you were comfortable with them in the situation.

Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

He doesn’t go out of his way to do anything down there, but he’ll keep it trimmed if he’s feeling fancy.

Doesn’t give a single fuck if you shave or not, seriously could not care less.

He’s a natural blonde hun, but they’re still a touch darker.

Intimacy (are they romantic during the moment?)

He’s romantic in the sense that he keeps you close, and consistently makes you feel good (if that makes sense). It’s not like consistent love confessions, more like soft touches and gentle words whispered into your ear.

Jack Off (Masturbation hcs)

Wayyyyy too shy to actually go up and tell you when he’s turned on, so he ends up either having s cold shower or a hot moment in the bathroom more often than not, but after a while I think he’d get more comfortable with telling you.

About twice a week at a minimum.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise (receiving)- more along the lines of reassurance, just the knowledge that he’s making you feel good is endlessly hot to him.

Switch- not explaining.

Hickeys/Lovebites/Marks- both receiving and giving, although he’s rather careful with his placement, especially if he knows you have things to do or nothing to cover them with in that area. He doesn’t care at all where you put them other than his neck, Jake teases him and he sucks at covering them properly (Tara has helped him out more than once ngl)

Location (preference of place during)

Basic bitch but likes the privacy of the bedroom, and just being in your own bed.

He’s down for what you want most of the time though- unless it’s something to do with being in a more public area where ppl could be, that ain’t really for him.

Motivation (what turns them on)

I feel like he’s a sucker for physical affection, like you lean up against him, or push back against him whilst you guys cuddle/have a movie night- and he tries to ignore it most of the time too (shy boy).

Also he doesn’t really get turned on but he gets really flustered by pet names (not weird ones, but ‘darling’ or ‘love’ never fail to make him blush)

No (something they wouldn’t do, or turn offs)

Anything public, values the privacy of the moment, and gets too jittery when there’s a chance of getting caught.

Anything that’d hurt you, not the smaller things like little lovebites or tugging your hair if you asked, but other stuff like spanking and shit just isn’t his thing, the idea makes him confused and uncomfy with the idea of seriously injuring you.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

King of giving head, tell me I’m wrong I dare you. I won’t elaborate bc I don’t feel the need to, but he doesn’t mind receiving- would never ask but would never say no yk.

Pace (self explanatory I think, the pace they go at during sex)

Depends on his partner, again- more of an adaptive person in terms of what he does in the moment, prefers to find what makes you feel good.

Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

Not a fan, wouldn’t say no, but prefers to have more time with each other, and again he’s not a fan of the risk that comes with doing it somewhere they could get caught.

Risk (are they down to experiment and try new things, do they take risks when horny, etc)

Definitely down to try most of the things you suggest, fine with some experimentation.

Again, as I’ve said, dislikes the risk of getting caught or doing it anywhere where someone could hear/walk in.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go?, how long do they last?)

About 2-3 rounds before he needs a second, but if you are still good to go he’s fine to give you (the best) head until he can continue or you tire out.

Toys (do they own them? do they use them?)

Doesn’t own a lot, not bc if a dislike for them, he just never had a use for them. If you had/wanted some he’d be willing and/or supportive. 👍

Unfair (do they tease? If so how much?)

Not the biggest tease, but 🤷, if he’s feeling like it then he feels Ike it.

Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make? etc)

Not overly loud, more quieter noises into your ear most of the time, or words muttered/whispered under his breath.

I don’t Care for describing sounds, but feel free to imagine however you’d like

Wild Card (a random hc for them)

Loves it when you play with his rings absentmindedly. It’s such a small thing but he finds it so oddly domestic. He doesn’t know why he finds it so nice, but he’s never told you to stop and he doesn’t plan too.

X-Ray (what’s going on under those clothes)

6.5 inches and pretty. I won’t explain any further.

#F0E4D1 > #EFCEC3

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say slightly above average, but again he’s rather shy with this information, and prefers to make jokes about it or just not mention it at all.

Probably about 2-3 times a week, but could easily go higher with the right circumstances

Zzz (how quick do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Refuses to sleep until your comfy, but will be absolutely knocked out after that (bonus if your hands are carding softly through his hair)

#18+ mdni #mdni #lily’s thoughts #fandom: youtube rpf #don’t know if there’s a fandom name for these two #divider by cafekitsune #divider by animatedglittergraphics n more #divider by saradika #I love dividers #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert smut #smut

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lesbiankimdahyun · 6 days

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sorry i've been so absent :( can i make it up to u all with a little GP!Nayeon one shot?

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GP!Nayeon x F!Reader

CW: bj(s), slight degradation, Nayeon is not letting go of her precious little throat goat

“Shit.” Nayeon’s voice was breathy, barely audible as she sat back on the couch, her body slumping a bit as she relaxed. Your mouth was full of her thick cum, and despite swallowing as much as you could, it spilled over from your lips and dripped down the sides of her still-hard cock as you attempted to lick her clean. It was no use, though, there was just too much.

Nayeon watched, amused and still aroused, as you kept trying. She was about to pull away, to reach for something that could wipe you clean, but she stopped when your eyes flicked up to meet hers. You held her gaze as your tongue circled her tip and lapped at her shaft teasingly.

“What– more?” she asked curiously. “You want more?” You opened your mouth wider in response, slowly and gently starting to suck her off again. You could feel her cock twitch in your mouth, slightly overstimulated but willing.

She groaned as you fell back into a familiar rhythm between her legs. Your head bobbed shallowly at first, then deeper as you welcomed more and more of her wet length into your mouth. Wanting to prove yourself, you took a breath and then slowly plunged forward, letting her cock slide down your open throat. You held her there and Nayeon’s breath caught for a moment.

“Y/N…” she trailed off as you continued to take her entire length, your nose resting lightly against her skin. Your senses were flooded with her scent, her taste, her touch. You finally pulled back, and when you looked up, Nayeon was already looking at you. Her dark, brown eyes dropped to your wet, puffy lips and cum-covered chin.

“Showing off?” she purred, taking in the sight of you. “Do you like showing me how much you can take?”

You nodded quietly, and she smiled. “Good,” she said, patting your cheek. “Then do it again.”

You barely had a chance to take another breath before her hand was on the back of your head, guiding your mouth back to her cock. You took her full length down your throat again, but her hand stayed, fingers woven into your hair.

“Good girl,” she said, holding you there. “Just like that…” You could feel her spread her legs a little wider and her hips stiffen. She sat up a bit more, and then slowly began to press on the back of your head.

You let out a muffled moan as she forced your head down, your nose repeatedly bumping against her body as she guided you.

“I’ve got you,” she said, pressing harder still. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You felt her other hand against the side of your face. Her long fingers brushed against your cheek tenderly for a moment, and then her hand settled under your chin.

“Fuck,” she murmured. Her left hand still held you down firmly to the base of her cock while her right hand traveled just under your chin and throat, pleased to feel how deep she was inside of you, how stretched your lips and throat were around her.

Nayeon let out a moan as she began to face fuck you, continuously running her hand along your throat as she picked up her pace. You did your best to keep up with her thrusting hips, keeping your eyes closed as her cock twitched again in your mouth. You were drooling now, a mix of your saliva and her cum leaking endlessly from your lips as you serviced her.

“You’re so fucking filthy, aren’t you,” she said, her breathing labored. “Wanting me to use you like this…” she grunted. “Ah~! You’re r-really gonna make me cum again.”

You couldn’t respond even if you wanted to with how tightly she held your face. All you could do was close your eyes and hold on as she continued to rut sloppily into your mouth, daring you to choke and pull away from her. The muffled, cut off sounds you made as you struggled to take her only made her thrust faster and harder, and you gripped her thighs for support.

“Oh honey, is it too much for you?” Nayeon cooed, feigning concern. You shook your head lightly. It was the longest you’d ever had her entire cock in your mouth and you really were on the verge of choking, but you blinked hard, letting a tear roll down your cheek as you kept going.

Nayeon chuckled as she watched you struggle. “Good. You wanted this, anyway,” she said. “So now you’re going to get exactly what you asked for.”

You let out a strangled whimper as she forced your mouth open wider still, fucking into your throat at a vicious pace. And then she was coming suddenly, flooding your mouth and throat. You choked then, and Nayeon released her grip on you as you swallowed what you could and leaned back to recover. A trail of saliva and cum linked your mouth to her cock as you took a breath. Your eyes were stinging with tears and you licked your lips. You and Nayeon both watched as the rest of her cum dripped down the length of her shaft, glazing over her balls.

Nayeon leaned forward, licking away one of your tears. Without warning, she then leaned down, kissing you softly. Satisfied in tasting herself on your lips, she jutted her hips up, her cock in front of your mouth again. “Open,” she said, reaching for her phone. You complied mindlessly, eyes hooded as you let her arrange you. As her tip landed back on your tongue, you automatically went to close your lips around it.

“Ah, ah,” she said, and you stopped, holding your mouth open obediently with her cock resting on your tongue.

“Good girl,” she praised, taking a few photos of you with her cock in your mouth. Your eyes were watery, cheeks tear-stained, and it was impossible to tell where your tears stopped and the wetness from your drool and her cum started. It was just the way Nayeon liked it– the way Nayeon liked you.

#GP!Nayeon #twice imagines #twice smut #g!p nayeon #nayeon x f!reader

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satoruhour · 9 months

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IDK IF U WILL SEE THIS OR ANYTHING BUT! is it ok if i request smth small and it starts off with gojo and the reader having a lil bit of banter by text, and the reader then says “satoru ur so pretty u should start a kissing booth for easy money” (as a joke ofc) and he was like “good idea” and went offline, making the reader freak out for the rest of the day until they came back to their apartment….. and found satoru set up a whole kissing booth in their living room

a/n: this is so cute!!! ty for the request anon <3 in this megumi is under satoru’s and reader’s care, tsumiki never went into a coma, and you’re married too / 1.3k

you loved satoru’s compliance. when you tell him that he should never cook again as a joke, he listens with a wide grin and a face that’s burnt on one side, sweeping the hard charcoal pieces of pancake into a pan. when you tell him you have two left feet, he simply laughs and just plops you onto his own, making you look like a fool waddling around.

a lovesick fool.

you’re left smiling into open space until a notification cuts you out of your daze, smile twisting into a questionable expression as your husband sends a picture of him posing in front of some boba tea shop, a promotional banner stating get spanked by one of our staff and get a free cup of boba tea!

[9:17am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: bet i’ll do it

[9:18am, delivered]: satoru. now. youll do it even if i dont bet you???!!?!!?!!

[9:18am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: hmm… compelling argument, i’m afraid you’re correct

a few minutes pass and you are confident it’s him asking for a spank with a blinding smile on his face, probably pointing to one of the male staff because i have a wife at home, y’know? she’s so pretty and hot-headed and hot and—

[9:20am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: photo attached

boba acquired 😈😈😈😈

[9:21am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: oh yeah, one of the staff called me pretty. was a guy btw. had to flash him one of my peace signs and i just know he swooned

the raise of your eyebrows returned, though you stifle a chuckle.

[9:21am, delivered]: he did not swoon i promise you

and another picture comes in, his face all up in the camera with a comical pout on his face and your laughter comes out more freely this time, basically hearing the looks you’re getting from the commuters in the subway, though your eyes are only focused on satoru, on the curvature of his lips and the peek of his baby blues behind the sunglasses you bought for him.

[9:22am, delivered]: joking. you’re so pretty, you know that right

years ago you would’ve told yourself that it’ll only fuel his ego, but that was long before gojo satoru had decided you were everything and more; where he values everything you say, where you’re all he worships. one compliment from you could shut him up forever.

[9:23am, delivered]: you should totally start a kissing booth for like …. $4 a kiss or something

it’ll be easy money ngl and then we can share the gains

[9:23am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: woah… good idea baby. alright then!

and gojo satoru goes offline immediately, leaving you left out in the cold, confused and perplexed when the satoru??? where the hell did you go??? texts fail to be read. it’s not often he does it, usually sending you a plethora of hearts or some stupid ugly sticker before the conversation ends. on the way to the school, you’re continually texting him, too, looking way more distracted than you would like to be in front of the students.

“sensei? any reason why you keep checking your phone?” yuji asks after lunch in the classroom, both arms tucked under his head.

“hm?” you answer but your eyes are still glued to the screen, the taunting ‘last seen at 9:23am’ taunting you endlessly and megumi looks like he has half a mind to just blurt it out, but he thinks it’s worth seeing your reaction later as he takes one more look at his adoptive father’s updates, sending picture after picture of his progress and he keeps the device tucked under to avoid any suspicion.

[14:09pm, my terrible father figure i guess]: do NOT !!!! SEND THIS TO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE . i wll literally humiliate you in training later if you do

megumi sighs.

[14:10pm delivered]: don’t you already? also stop texting me loser she’ll find out

the raven-haired boy later is left to comfort you later when you’re holding onto the phone a little too tightly, and by then you’ve already gone through every possible thought. satoru dying, satoru meeting a curse that’s higher than a special grade, satoru on a rampage to kill the higher-ups, satoru—

“you’re going to die worrying about gojo-sensei like that.” and you roll your eyes, hand fishing around in your bag for the keys to your shared home while your eyes never leave megumi. it’s been like this for as long as you can remember: you being the voice of reason, megumi taking your rambles like he always has, gojo usually just laughs.

“yeah? well? how could i not?” you fumble with your keys and pick out the right one, putting it in the keyhole easily from the many times you’ve done it and you swing open the door, “not when he’s the strongest who has to take care of so many things without any rest! what if he got distracted and took down infinity? what if he—”

and sometimes you hated gojo’s compliance (you’re lying to yourself).

upon opening the door, the living room was full of cardboard boxes and cut out shapes, paint over the floor and on his jujutsu uniform, an all-knowing, but still stunning grin that you wanted to slap off of him. the chaos of the cardboard led to one thing: a small counter completed with a tip jar, his free cup of boba tea and a large sign that said kissing booth: $4 for a smooch!

and a smaller sentence is parenthesis, ‘free for my baby.’ the statement almost, almost gets you but you manage to ask him in a monotonous voice, “what are you doing, gojo satoru?”

“hi…?” megumi smiles secretly to himself before closing the door for you, putting the keys in your outstretched hand and it’s sort of the routine the three of you fall into everyday now. alas, with tsumiki staying in her university’s dorms, it was a little lonely for megumi, but the two of you were enough entertainment for him.

“well i was just listening to you!” gojo gestured to the whole place, which will probably be a pain to clean up, “who can blame my silly little brain for wanting to do a project to make my wife happy?”

you cross your arms in retaliation, but in all honestly, you wanted nothing but to greet the sorcerer with an embrace, something you’ve been meaning to do since your worrisome attitude from the morning. reluctantly, you frown while you make your way to the makeshift counter, immediately leaning forward before satoru puts a finger on your lips with a teasing smile.

“ah! four dollars please!”

bonus

“i was really worried, y’know,” the words are muffled from the way you’re buried in his neck that night, inhaling the scent that you missed all day. it’s summer in japan at the moment, but you find yourself craving his skin more than ever, a hand going up to brush through his stark white hair.

“’m sorry, baby,” satoru pulls away from you, as with you, sending you a small smile before pecking your forehead, “i promise to tell you what i’m up to from now on.”

you lean forward to close the gap, and all the kisses you exchanged earlier were definitely not enough. softly, your arms wrap around his shoulders while a leg goes over his body, gojo sounding out a little surprised hum at your eagerness. smiling into the kiss, satoru only plants more kisses to your nose, your lids, to your eyebrows and your chin, and another gentle one to your lips.

“even if it’s arts and crafts or maybe attempting to make you some strawberry tarts.”

you slap his chest lightly, a faux shocked expression filling your features, “i thought we agreed no more strongest sorcerer in the kitchen?”

“of course, sweet girl,” satoru lands one last deep kiss to show you truly the extent of his love. but even then, he knew it wasn’t enough, so he hoped, at least his words were, “i only ever listen to your voice — none else matters.”

i love him

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jingsyuans · 1 year

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Hiya, saw that you're taking requests for Jing Yuan :3

I've read through a few of your fics and absolutely love the way you portray him <3

So I wanted to ask if you could write something with him where the reader is struggling with insomnia due to either nightmares or stress overload? (preferably sfw with fluff overload ples :3)

If you're not comfortable with that or don't get an image in your head is totally cool and u can ignore this, have a cookie for your troubles and great work 🍪

a/n: you’ll actually find there’s little I’m not comfortable with, anon! This turned out longer than I thought, I’m still in the stage with Jing Yuan where everything rambles on into a full story because I like him so much and my muse is strong HAHA

Themes: oneshot, prior to any relationship, late night vulnerability and Jing Yuan being smitten. Unedited.

⚝──⭒─Jing Yuan ; 3am ─⭒──⚝

Jing Yuan was no stranger to stress and sleepless nights. It comes with the job, fortunately or unfortunately. He has no trouble falling asleep- he’s proven that quite enough with how he dozes off at inopportune times. His problem is more along the lines of having too much to do at night so it keeps him busy.

He isn’t sure what your version of sleepless nights looks like. He knows that you have them- he can tell from the drag in your step and the heaviness of your eyelids. He also knows that there might be several factors as to why you haven’t been getting much sleep lately, the sudden jumpy nature you have while at work is proof of that. But how to approach the subject? That’s something that requires some thought.

Your relationship was almost nothing outside of a work environment. Jing Yuan had made the steps to possibly progress it further, but his process was always step by step and rather methodical. Which, to put it simply, means that he’s rather slow. He doesn’t like to rush into things. You’ve taken his interest and he doesn’t want that interest to run out, so he ever so gently coaxes new information out of you every so often as to satiate his interest but still keep him hungry for more.

Your change in behavior as of recently presents on opportunity for the two of you to grow closer. Presents an opportunity for Jing Yuan to show he cares about you more than just a subordinate, but doesn’t hint at anything too excessive. A gentle nudge is what it is.

So he takes his opportunity once the two of you are alone in the Seat of Divine Foresight. Some would call it his office, which he supposes it is, but the room is too open and broad with Knights, secretaries, and officers always moving around inside and out. Really, the Divine Foresight is too public in a lot of ways.

But people must go home eventually to retire for the evening, and you usually leave with the crowd. But these past few nights you’ve been keeping him silent company in the large office, scribbling away at papers and clearly keeping yourself busy with things that could be done the next day. So it’s on one of these evenings that you share with him yet again that Jing Yuan decides to retire early. Early for him, anyhow.

He wraps up messily- his desk is always full so he never bothers to clear it off, leaving scrolls open and scattered. He at least has the decency to cap his inkwell to make sure it doesn’t spill, but that’s about all before he’s silently walking down the steps where his desk is and heading for you.

You don’t notice him hovering from behind. Your hand is in your hair, slightly tugging on the strands as you tap your pen endlessly on the desk. Clearly, you’re reaching a dead end. But you’re making no signs to stop your work just yet.

He’s careful, but perhaps not very thoughtful as he places a hand on your shoulder and watches as you jump. The smile is already on his face by the time you turn around, eyes wide open before seeing it was merely your general.

“Evening, ___,” he says your name carefully. It isn’t often that it’s after hours and there’s barely anyone around so he can drop the formalities. “Why don’t you wrap up here? It’s late, as I’m sure that you’re aware.”

“Ah, yes, general,” your eyes don’t meet his for long before you’re looking back to your desk, lips pursed. He doesn’t mind that you don’t reciprocate his casualties— clearly you have more prominent things on your mind. “Yes, it’s late. But I’ve still got work to do, so-“

Without asking- because in all honesty he doesn’t really need to, he’s your boss- Jing Yuan picks up the scrolls you were staring holes into. You splutter and hold up a hand to try and stop him, but freeze when he reads the work aloud.

“Curfew laws, scuffles with civilians, signing off on trade and market…” All rather unimportant affairs that don’t justify you staying late. He looks down at you and doesn’t say anything more, and by the way you sigh and look to the ground, he knows his point is proven. Putting the scrolls back down on the desk, his touch returns to your shoulder with a squeeze before he brings his hands behind his back. “I’ll lead you out.”

Jing Yuan at least lets you wrap up by yourself, gathering your coat and other things that you’ve been bringing with you to work for your late nights. He stands by the large doors until you’re ready, and when you begin to walk toward him, expression bitter, he chuckles aloud and opens the door for you.

“Thanks, general… I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” you mumble tiredly when the two of you exit the Divine Foresight, already heading off to the sky jetty where a Knight stands ready to take the both of you back. Jing Yuan doesn’t say anything as he follows behind you, letting you slowly clue yourself in. You give him a strange look once you notice he’s not heading back to the Divine Foresight. “It’s still rather early for you, general. You’re already headed home?”

The Knight boards the jetty and opens the sliding doors for you to enter, Jing Yuan sitting down inside first as you continue to hesitate and stare at him from outside.

“I’m not headed home just yet,” he tells you, answer vague and surely frustrating from the face you make at him. His smile just grows wider as he pats the seat next to him. “Come on, then. You shouldn’t make your general wait.”

That at least spurs you into action, your bag in your hands moving to your lap as you make yourself comfortable in the jetty beside him. The airship takes off in a smooth movement, and the trip is silent as it brings you back to the Exalting Sanctum. There’s a few times that your eyes flit over to Jing Yuan during the ride; each time he’s already looking at you and you quickly look away, posture tense.

Once the jetty pulls into the drop off spot, you basically jump out of your seat to get out first. Jing Yuan isn’t sure if it’s because you couldn’t wait to get away from him, or you were still being uptight because of the fact he’s your general and you didn’t want to make him wait since he was in the seat away from the door. Either way, he laughs at you.

“You know, from the way you’re acting I would say you don’t like me very much. But surely that isn’t true.” Jing Yuan cannot help but tease, continuing to stick to you like glue as you both walk away from the jetty’s drop off.

Your jumpiness that he observed before still proves true as you jolt at his accusation and shake your head, eyebrows tensely drawn. “No, you know that’s not it, general! Sorry- I… just wasn’t ready to go home yet.” Your shoulders sink with your sigh.

Beside you, Jing Yuan hums. “Understandable. But you don’t have to go home yet, you know.”

“What do you mean?” Looking at him, you purse your lips again. “I’m not going to just mill around aimlessly at this hour. I don’t need the Knights thinking I’m some suspicious figure and then I have to deal with the report at work.”

Jing Yuan laughs, quirking his brow at you. “That’s not what I’m suggesting, but it’s amusing to see where your mind goes. No, instead of stirring up more trouble for yourself tomorrow, I was thinking of dinner.”

“Dinner?”

You don’t realize where Jing Yuan has led you during your short conversation until you’re already there, the late night restaurant catching your eye with its lights still buzzing. The lanterns for dining are still on as well, dimmed with the late hour and reflecting red across your skin and dancing across your eyes as you look back at him.

It feels like a piece of you is slowly crawling back as you smile at him, laughing discreetly through your nose. “You’re not asking me out, are you general?”

Jing Yuan leads you to a seat, pulling it out for you with his own eyes gleaming with mirth. “Depends on how you look at it,” he comments, and once you’re seated he pats your shoulders. “If you don’t mind, I’ll order for the both of us. I skipped lunch this afternoon in order to go to a board meeting and I’ve never regretted something so immensely.”

Another piece molds back into place as you outright laugh at him and relax into the chair. “Alright, go ahead. I still remember when the rumors were going around about you eating pounds of exotic meat all by yourself, and now I’m wondering if they’re true.”

“The Gluttonous General,” he recalls, “yes, I remember that. I’ll leave it up to you and your own judgement, but I should remind you I have a two hundred pound cat, if that sheds any light on anything.”

“Oh, Mimi! How’s she doing?”

Jing Yuan smiles and startles you when he taps your nose, teasing as ever. “I’ll tell you once I’ve ordered.” He watches as you blush, visible or not it’s clear as day that you’re flustered and it’s his turn to laugh at you, albeit not unkindly.

Ordering is a quick affair. He’s already thought this evening through and knows exactly what he wants. Taking you out to eat isn’t exactly new to him either; there’d been a few times in the long years you’ve worked for Jing Yuan that you’d both have lunch together. Sometimes there’d be a third or fourth party, and sometimes it was just the two of you. From those times, though, he’s learned your tastes and has a fair amount of confidence as he orders your plate.

He comes back with a tray of brewed tea in hand. You look a little surprised that he’s carrying it himself, which he explains once he’s sat down across from you and places the tea on the table.

“I didn’t want to wait.”

The way you giggle at him is downright adorable, but he keeps such thoughts to himself as he pours your cup first and then his own. You hesitate before taking the cup he’s offered, and he shakes his head.

“It’s not caffeinated, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Your shoulders sink and you’re clearly disappointed, lifting up the cup to drink anyway. “Sorry to disappoint, but I didn’t want to contribute to your long nights more than I already have. Someone has to look after you.” He mutters that last part, perhaps revealing more than he should and how he feels- but he forgets that you’ve been sleeping horribly so you barely catch wind of his implications. The expression on your face is reserved, clearly a facade as you clear your throat.

“No, that makes sense. Thank you, general, I-“

“You know, it’s long past office hours.” Jing Yuan can’t help but interrupt you this once, bringing the steaming cup of tea up to his lips and blowing softly before he lifts his gaze to you. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t address me by rank. I understand the need to keep yourself at a distance, but there’s no harm in opening up at this moment and letting us speak as two individuals rather than subordinate and general.” He smiles once he’s finished. “It would make me happy to talk to you without those restrictions.”

Again, maybe he’s stating too much. But Jing Yuan has observed a lot in his time and he recognizes that there’s certain moments that call for vulnerability in order to show a favorable outcome. Of course, vulnerability is a tricky thing, which is why he’s normally so hesitant. There’s no honest way to predict emotions like there is fact and logic, so predicting how you might feel to his vulnerability is like taking a shot in the dark.

But in an odd way, Jing Yuan trusts you, and you haven’t proved him wrong to trust you just yet. Especially not when you finally open to him like a flower that hasn’t yet bloomed, your expression loosening and no longer trying to hide like before. It’s a beautiful process to watch.

“I can understand that… Jing Yuan,” you’re shy as you say his name, but your smile overrules that. You try to hide it by taking another sip of your tea, but he sees the edges of your lips upturned and the crinkle in your eyes and he counts himself as satisfied. “I guess I never realized how holding titles can keep the atmosphere stiff.”

“It’s subtle,” he nods along. “But I believe it’s there. Anyhow, you wanted to know how Mimi is doing?”

Your eyes light up, and he’s caught you- hook, line, and sinker. Your conversation becomes a lot less filtered and a lot more genuine as the night continues to tick by, becoming later and later and yet earlier and earlier, depending how you looked at the clock. The food comes by and he knows he made the right choice in your order- just like him, you essentially ravage your plate. That in itself is something not a lot of people get to see- at one point Jing Yuan scoops up some food with his hands and you catch it instantly, your eyes shining with the knowledge as you make eye contact and yet saying nothing at all as he licks his fingers clean.

He wouldn’t dare to be so untidy and messy around anyone else, but it’s all part of the process to show you that you’re unique to him. Around you, he does a lot of things he wouldn’t normally do around others. You’ll come to realize this and what it really means as more time goes on.

It’s once your meals are finished and you’ve got a fresh pot of tea as a palette cleanser that he strikes again, true intentions for tonight coming to light.

“So, my dear ___, tell me. What is it that’s keeping you in the Divine Foresight so late?”

At this point, you’ve relaxed considerably. The possibility of opening up to him has increased dramatically, and Jing Yuan knows you’re about to tell him by the way your demeanor shifts. You’re finally letting yourself look as tired as you feel by just the question alone and knowing you were about to answer it.

“It’s hard to talk about,” you start slowly. “But I guess it’s because I’m trying to keep myself busy.”

Jing Yuan nods along, helping you ever so slightly. “Because you don’t want to go home. And why is that?”

“Um… well, if I have to go home, I have to go to bed eventually. And… I can’t go to bed. I can’t sleep.” Your lips twitch as silence washes over the two of you. He doesn’t want to interrupt you this time, instead offering you the silence so you can gather your thoughts and how you want to communicate them to him. It’s a careful process. “Sometimes it’s just a product of my own design. I stimulate myself too much before bed with work or other things, and it keeps my head awake. Other times, it’s… a lot of nightmares.” You finally let the problem slip, eyes drifting down to your teacup as you smooth your fingers over the rim. “I’ve thought about getting things to help, but… mm.”

Jing Yuan takes a deep breath through his nose, nodding once to show his understanding. “I see. Nightmares are tricky things. And you’re right, I’m sure you’re already aware of the ways you can try and make them disappear, but… it’s a different story if you don’t want them to.”

Your eyes flit up to his, an inch of surprise on your face that he merely smiles at, his eyes soft.

“I’m no stranger to nightmares either. It can be easy to convince yourself that you deserve them. That you need them in order to remember what you don’t want to remember. What you feel guilty over, responsible over, fearful over.” Jing Yuan takes another sip of his tea, letting the flavor sink into his tongue before he swallows. “I have a lot of fears myself. A lot of troubles that could haunt me if I let them. I understand the frustration that you might be facing.”

Setting the cup down, he inches forward into the table just a little bit. “Perhaps this is unwarranted, but may I offer you some advice?”

You seem surprised. Still, you nod, allowing him to continue with interest painted across your features. He notices how you’ve inched along your own seat and says nothing.

“We live long life spans, longer than what was ever intended. With that comes a lot more burdensome and troubling memories than maybe we were designed to handle. It’s natural to have your mind caught up in the excess every so often, considering the circumstances.” His tone is gentle and unwavering as he speaks. “My advice to you is to not be a stranger. I may not know exactly what your nightmares are about, but I can see how they’re affecting you. Do not forget the life in front of you now, the ground you walk, the people you see.” His eyes wander as he talks, to the overhead lanterns that create a soft ambiance to the small creek that lined the Exalting Sanctum and split the land with bridges. “There are a lot of wonderful things waiting for you. Always, day to day. It might not cure your heartache, but that was never the intention. It’s not always about the cure, the end all, erasing it from existence. It’s about nurturing it, forgiving it, loving it, and making peace with it.” Jing Yuan looks back to you, tapping the surface of the table with his fingers. “As long as we are living and breathing and trying to make our way in this universe, I believe it’s our duty to keep an open mind to our pain and know that it’s not always a bad thing to bear as long as you understand the cause, the purpose, and the meaning behind it.”

The silence that follows is long and thoughtful, at least from his own perspective. There’s a chill of wind that blows by, the creek continues to babble, and you look at Jing Yuan like you’re putting together your own puzzle pieces for him just like he is for you.

“Yanqing is right,” you finally speak up after some time. “You speak in a lot of riddles and nonsense, Jing Yuan.”

His eyes widen at your comment, at first too surprised to do anything except state. But then he cannot help the way his head throws back, laughing a little too loud for this time of night. You laugh along with him, eyes squinting with mirth and teeth showing through your smile.

“But still, with that being said,” you continue after the first wave of his laughter has subsided, “I appreciate you a lot. Though what you’ve said doesn’t make sense to me quite yet… I think your actions speak louder than your words.” You hum as you look down at the table with empty plates and tea saucers, laughing to yourself as if it were funny. “Thank you for taking me out tonight. Thank you for noticing. It’s kind of you, Jing Yuan.”

“Well, I’m happy I’ve at least done something right tonight,” he says, scooting out his chair. You look a little surprised before you move to do the same thing, standing up with him as you take your tea cup and finish what was left. “Let me escort you home.”

“You don’t have to do that,” of course, to be polite, you refuse. Just as he knew you would. So he sighs in defeat.

“Alright,” he says. “I suppose I’ll just walk right behind you and be the suspicious figure you have to file a report for tomorrow.”

Jing Yuan thrills in the way you practically squawk with laughter, and just like that he’s walking beside you away from the restaurant, bill being paid for a long time ago. “You really don’t give me a choice then!”

“Mm,” his eye crinkles. “No, not really.”

“At least you’re honest about it.”

“I’m always honest.”

You laugh at him again, rolling your eyes without even trying to hide it from him. “Sure, general.”

The rest of the walk is filled with just as spirited chatter. It’s refreshing to Jing Yuan- while its true that he tends to prefer a mutual, comforting silence, it doesn’t mean he cannot enjoy the moment. He greatly enjoys it- seeing you become so unfiltered around him makes him hopeful and happy, though he tries not to show just how much. By the time the two of you arrive at your home, things finally quiet, and you thank him genuinely as you stop in front of your door.

“There’s no need,” he waves off your thanks easily with a smile. “It was a pleasure to be with you tonight. And I hope you know that while we cannot do it every night, I will always be open to the idea of doing it again.” He hums before continuing, smile dropping a fraction. “And I hope you know I don’t mind your late nights. It’s been nice having the company, but it would be better if I knew it wasn’t at your own expense. Take care of yourself, ___.”

He seems to tie your tongue completely, because you merely stare at him in response. Not that Jing Yuan minds- he always likes when your eyes are on him, especially like this- when you look so soft and precious that you could break without proper care.

He wants to take care of you, he does. But he’ll try his best to reveal that to you along with everything else later on.

“Thank you, Jing Yuan,” your voice is soft once it manages to leave your throat. “I… well. I-“ you seem to be holding something back, expression debating before you visibly steel yourself.

And then, beyond all his expectations and planning, you take a step toward him and wrap your arms around him, closing the space between you. What’s unfair is that you don’t even give him any time to recover from his surprise, don’t give him the time to reciprocate and hold you tenderly and take notice to how your body feels against his-

Because as soon as you came, you’re gone. Face flushed adorably as you avoid his eyes and move toward your door, muttering a wish of goodnight to him. And then he’s suddenly all alone in the chill of night, staring at your front door.

Once Jing Yuan recovers, he can’t find it in himself to even be disappointed. No. No, he can only smile, perhaps he is even beaming as he slowly walks away from your door and back to the station of jetties so he can head home himself. But he’s not so sure he’ll rest all that well tonight, not when his mind is busy going over the night with you. He thinks about everything you said and the opportunities birthed from your honesty. But of course, more than any of that, he’s thinking about what else he’ll have to do to get you to surprise him again. If all it takes is a little vulnerability,

Than Jing Yuan thinks it’s worth it to be vulnerable with you.

#this rly detailed #haha oops #I have a feeling even tho this one is cute it’s not gonna hit #oh well #anyway #reader insert #x reader #Jing yuan #jingyuan #hsr jing yuan #Jing yuan x reader #jing yuan reader insert #hsr x reader #hsr reader insert #honkai star rail #honaki star rail reader insert #honkai star rail x reader #request

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hollowdeath · 4 months

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i recently came across your blog and i’m literally in love

i’m here because i can’t stop thinking about (adult) soft dom harry that tries to stay gentle but can’t hold himself back :(( brainrot is real

honestly do what u will with this i’m just happy to share it

AAA now you're speakin my language here !!! i will GLADLYYY sit here all day n think abt this one…

content warning: smut!!!! oral sex, penetration, 18+

word count: 750

soft dom harry who wants to let you know he's in the mood by asking you if you'd like a back rub, a foot massage, anything where he can just get his hands on you…once he does he can't help but let his hands wander, his lips following soon after, and he'd quickly get carried away and have you covered in bites before you even realize it…

harry would be so eager to get your clothes off he'd nearly rip them off you as you giggle, telling him to slow down with a teasing voice. he'd be a bit ashamed at first, apologizing with a shy smile before being more careful with you, savoring the feeling of taking your clothes off of you. but if your panties are in the way, he feels no remorse in roughly ripping them off of you to get what he wants.

everyone already knows how i feel about harry and oral…he'll be soooo teasingly slow with you at first, loving the way you squirm and beg for more just before he completely loses himself in your pussy. he'll overstimulate you after you already came to the point of desperation, practically having to push him away from you just to get a moment of rest. he'd still want more, sometimes even convincing you to let him keep going despite your exhaustion. but it's okay because he lovesss to tell you just how much of a good girl you were afterwards, praising you endlessly while holding you close to him to calm down your trembling body.

or, if you gave harry oral, he'd hold your face with his hand as you got started. "so pretty," he'd tell you, encouraging you with his moans and praise. soon he'd get lost in the pleasure, his hand traveling from your cheek to your hair as he starts gently moving it out of the way for you. before long he has all of it completely wrapped around his hand, using it to push your head a bit faster and deeper onto him. his hips would thrust into your mouth out of desperation and cause you to gag. pulling your hair back, he'd carefully make sure you were okay, really okay, before pushing your mouth back onto his cock with the same force as before.

harry being afraid to hurt you as you adjust to his cock inside of you, carefully watching your facial expressions as he slowly pushes deeper into you, the hunger in him growing the longer he looks at you. after you start moaning, whimpering, grabbing for harry's shoulders, he knows you're enjoying yourself and starts to let his guard down, thrusting at a consistent pace before pulling you in for a heated kiss. from there he just falls apart, his grip on you bruising the skin, his thrusts aggressive and sloppy, his teeth sinking into your neck in the most vulnerable places. he's like an animal just chasing his high, using you for his pleasure.

you try not to whimper too loud because then harry comes out of his state of bliss, realizing how aggressive he's being with you before slowing back down. you'd always beg him please, please harry, it's okay, because you secretly love how overcome with lust he gets with you. but he really doesn't want to hurt you, so he tries to stay focused, but we know he just can't help himself…as soon as his eyes droop closed you know he's desperate again, burying his head in your neck as he practically growls into your skin. "fuck, [y/n], feel so good…"

it's not long before harry's pounding into you, waves of pleasure taking over his body. sweating, gasping for breath, hands digging into your hips as he warns you that he's about to cum. sometimes he's aware enough to pull out and finish on you, but other times he's truly so lost in the moment that he cums inside you, his hips flush with yours as you savor the sensation. though he's always a bit flustered afterwards, making sure to ask you plenty of times if you're okay, or if he hurt you, or if you need anything. once he knows you're good, he'll instantly start getting ready for round two because he just can't get enough of you.

[thankyouthankyouthankyou for sending this in, this is pretty much exactly what all of my daydreams of harry consist of lol]

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 27 days

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just a silly little thought but can i request the sully brothers each reacting to the reader having a bush? 👀 i never see this often written!

Tbh…tbh….i had to write this bc it was brewin in my head ever since i saw that you sent this in, nonnie😭

(Also, I’d just like to say that if this makes you uncomfortable just simply unfollow me/keep scrolling/wtv you need to do to not feel like that. What you read is NOT under my control. Just had to say that before I continue☺️💕)

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

Warnings: p in v, reader as a bush (duh), switch dynamics, degradation, praise, aged up! Neteyam, aged up! Lo’ak, cum play, mentions of impregnation, cunnilingus, and I think that’s it. Enjoy, babies<3 (btw this isn’t proofread, so if there’s errors I apologize!)

- Neteyam wouldn’t care at all, if anything he finds it more attractive than when you do shave

- will purposely eat you out for hoursss because the feeling of your thighs + the little curly hairs rubbing against his face drives him crazy

- also is soo notorious for insisting to cum inside of you/cum directly onto your pussy, because he just loves the mess it makes. The sight of his and your own cum covering your tired cunt and thighs makes him wanna breed you untill it takes. (RAHH NETEYAM WITH A BREEDING KINK😩)

- loves to cup your pussy in his big ass hand, and he’ll slowly slide a finger inside of you while he shushes and coos a mixture of praises and degradation. Especially if you try to push away from him because of embarrassment of the little patch of hairs you have adorning your precious cunt.

“Awh, babygirl, why are you gettin all shy now? You were too shy when you were begging for me to cum inside of you, like the little slut you are...or when you see begging for me to stretch your tiny pussy out with my cock…you know there’s no need to feel embarrassed around me, babygirl. I love you endlessly.”

- also is so obsessed with how much your natural scent is increased when you don’t shave, so whenever he eats you out he’s always in a trance because of it. He won’t stop untill you physically cannot anymore(but even then he’ll pry another one out of u☺️)

- will purposely fuck you in missionary because he loves watching the strings of the both of your juices sticking to his lower abdomen that connect to your pussy. It’s just more fuel for him to breed you.

- regardless tho, he loves you and your body (+more) unconditionally and will support anything you choose to do with it<3

- now, Lo’ak, is a frl menace when it comes to this (but what else is new😭)

- mf will deadass tell you not to shave bc he finds your bush so attractive

- and if you do he’ll be so pissy about it😭one time you did he didn’t talk to you for 2 days bc he was so mad, (and you made fun of him for it once he finally came back bc he was acting like a child😭)

- whenever you’re feeling insecure about it/your body in general he’ll be stuck to your side all day, never leaving your body untouched and never leaving your mind with a doubt. He’ll be stuck between your legs for hours while telling you how beautiful you are and how pretty your body is.

- also js is such a munch in general, he’ll always beg to taste you before he leaves your side. And when he actually gets to it, babyboy gets so needy and whiney:( poor boy is slurping and sucking at your over sensitive clit while his cock is twitching and drooling with precum, so much that it leaves a little puddle on the floor:(

- and if you tug his hair whenever he hits your sweet spot, the neediest whine will come from him. It startled you at first, but when you looked down at him you were met with the most pathetic little face ever, his ears were pinned to his skull, face completely covered in your slick, lips all puffy, eyes all lust hazed and needy, and let’s not forget how much his tail would be swaying and wrapping around any body part of yours it can grab. He’s like an excited little puppy when it comes to going down on you, he can’t help it:(

- a bonus if you hit him with the hair tug + praise combo(and if you wrap your thighs around his head extra tight☺️) bc he’ll be complete putty in your hands. All kinda of desperate whines and moans will come from him as he makes you cum for the 5th time that night.

- he gets so whiney too, he’ll constantly beg you for “just one more” when you know you’re too overstimulated

“I know you can give me one more, mama. You don’t even have to do anything, I’ll do all the work, ok? Please just gimme one more…please, mama?”

- also will purposely fuck you in mating press/missnonary because he loves how your slick will stick to his v line and connects him back to your cunt

- when you two are done and you’re both ready to go to sleep, he always ends up fucking your thighs lightly, and always makes sure to rub between your folds with his length js so he can tease you and bc of the feeling of the little curly hairs rubbing against his tip makes him dizzy with pleasure

- besides all of that tho, he loves you no matter what, and whatever you choose to do with your body he’ll support ( just give him two days)

A/N~ I almost wasn’t even gonna post this bc I lost the whole fucking thing the first time, but I did it!! Tbh it was nice to write smth that wasn’t the fics I’ve been working on, so ty nonnie for sending this in!! And I hope this is everything you hoped and dreamed for😭 bc I kinda felt like I was talking out my ass the whole time. ANYWAY! stay safe, and stay hydrated, love you babies<3

Duces🫶🏽,

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johnwickb1tsch · 2 months

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 23 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-You think that maybe you’ve gotten off easy for the night, when the two of you practically doze together in the warm tub, the hot water up to your necks. You are endlessly relieved, when you feel him relax behind you, possibly even asleep. You daren’t look, not wanting to disturb him, afraid of what he might dream up next if you rub him just the wrong way.

You can still hardly believe that your relationship has come to this.

The water has started to cool by the time he stirs, kissing behind your ear with a tenderness that fills your heart with a stupid hope, his arm like a band of iron around your waist. “Will you wash me?” There is a softness, damn near vulnerability in this request, and you nod, knowing you cannot refuse.

It doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself too.

You lather up with artisan soap that smells like sandalwood, sliding your hands over the contours of his skin. He tilts his head back, seemingly content, and you hope he will remain like this, passive as a sleeping leopard. Maybe he’ll be ready to snooze after this, and you’ll survive the night.

You try to avoid the area between his legs, but when his lips curl in a wicked little smile your heart skips a beat. “That’s especially dirty,” he tells you through a smirk, as though amused that you thought you might get away scot free.

He should count himself lucky, that you are gentle as you run your soapy hand over the bulge of his heavy sac. Then you are alarmed—and impressed—to find him rock hard again.

So much for your old man jokes.

“Jesus, what are you, fourteen?” you snipe, hoping to cover the state of your own frustrated arousal. Running your hands up and down his thick shaft does not help you at all.

He actually chuckles at that. “You do make me feel young again…not that young, luckily.”

You find yourself exploring him a few more strokes that what is necessary, just for you, because you like the feeling of him in your hand. He grumbles with approval, his eyes half closed. Then because it only seems fair you stop suddenly. “See how you like it.”

You try to slip away, but quick as lightning he grabs you up, water sloshing over the side of the tub. A playful scream escapes you, and his smile is like a baring of teeth. There is a dangerous glitter in his dark eyes that takes your breath away, even as you know you’re doomed.

You shouldn’t play with this man. There must be something missing in your brain, that makes you keep pulling his tail.

“My turn,” he says, perching you on his knees, reaching for the soap.

At first, he really does just wash you, running those strong hands over your body, and it’s all you can do not to melt. But then his focus keeps returning to your breasts, your soft globes floating at the waterline.

Men.

“I think they’re clean…”

“Not for long.” He rolls your nipples between his fingers and you whimper, that ache between your legs that never really went away returning with a vengeance. Somehow, you know begging him to stop will only make it worse.

“You should sit up here,” you tell him, tapping on the edge of the tub, and just for a moment you think you may have succeeded in fogging his brain just enough to make him forget he always has to be the boss. He looks at you with intrigue—and suspicion.

“Why?”

“Because I want you in my mouth.”

It’s a little funny, as you watch him war with himself, trying to weigh what exactly you’re up to against his desire to put his cock between your lips. You already know it was on his mind earlier. The remnants of that spicy surprise in your mouth from earlier have faded. In the end, the promise of a blow job wins.

It always does.

Almost warily he lifts himself out of the tub, perching on the edge so you can reach him. His big hand fists in your damp hair at the back of your neck. “No teeth,” he warns you.

You make a pouty lip, watching as his gaze turns to your mouth with laser-focus. “Not even a little?” you tease. “Just lightly, on this big beautiful vein?” You trace it with your thumb, your hand dwarfed by the size of his erection in your little fist.

“Fuck. Woman…”

You take that as a yes, and swirl your tongue over his swollen head, before taking him as deep as you can. You actually enjoy giving head, when it’s an act of love, and not a chore in exchange for a boy’s affection, the way it was in your teens. This is…somewhere in between, truth be told, but you give it your all. You can tell by the way John grips your hair, guiding your rhythm upon him, that you haven’t lost your touch. Your jaw starts to ache, and you are relieved when he gives a strangled moan, pulling you off by your hair. He takes himself in hand, pumping himself two or three times before cumming all over your breasts, thick white ropes that paint your chest with hot seed.

Maybe you don’t get it, but the sight of you marked like this makes his eyes burn like low banked coals.

He actually lets you slip from his grasp, floating away to rinse the evidence of his enjoyment from your skin. He continues to watch you, as you get out of the tub, and dry off with one of the plushy soft towels.

He only catches up when you try to go to the closet for pajamas, sweeping you up into his arms and depositing you in the bed. You can’t help but feel like you won the round, when he tangles you up in his long bare limbs, and promptly falls asleep behind you.

#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves x reader #yandere john wick #bittersweet john wick imagine

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babyleostuff · 9 months

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hi! could u do minghao as ur bf?

sure thing! here is your mingaho request! hope you'll enjoy this one <3

MINGHAO AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

genre | a lot of fluff

author's note | if you want me to write this with any other member that I haven't done yet, let me know <3

𓆩♡𓆪 I believe in cuddly Minghao when he’s tired

𓆩♡𓆪 he is cuddly even when not tired

𓆩♡𓆪 but I just know that he hangs off of you like a koala after a tiring day

𓆩♡𓆪 he has his arms tightly wrapped around you from behind, while he rests his head on top of yours (or your shoulder if you’re taller)

𓆩♡𓆪 and just waddles behind you, not letting you go

𓆩♡𓆪 will coo at you at the most random times if you’re being extra cute to him

𓆩♡𓆪 you’re the definition of the aesthetic couple

𓆩♡𓆪 even if you’re not that into fashion, it’s just an excuse for Minghao to dress you up and complete different outfits for you (with some items from his own wardrobe)

𓆩♡𓆪 not because he thinks your fashion sense is bad, it’s just one of his passions and he genuinely enjoys putting together matching outfits and dressing you up

𓆩♡𓆪 and if you already have a specific type of aesthetic, he will try to look for such pieces of clothing to buy and match with you

𓆩♡𓆪 like Jun, is very glad that he can share his culture with you

𓆩♡𓆪 takes you on multiple trips around China whenever he has free time from schedules

𓆩♡𓆪 even though you were very nervous before meeting his family, he knew that they’d love you endlessly (just like he does)

𓆩♡𓆪 unlike Jun, he is not that good of a Chinese teacher

𓆩♡𓆪 teaches you cuss words and corny pick up lines

𓆩♡𓆪 so, in the end, you have to turn to Jun to get some proper teaching

𓆩♡𓆪 you are his muse and a number one source of inspiration

𓆩♡𓆪 another basic ass cliche, but he loves taking pictures of you and most of the time, you’re not even aware that he is taking them

𓆩♡𓆪 but those caught off guard photos are the best, as he always insists that they capture the “real you”

𓆩♡𓆪 has a whole album of your photos, both on his phone, as well as a physical album

𓆩♡𓆪 because he wants to make sure that one day when you’re older, you can sit down and open a physical album and look back at your youth through those photos

𓆩♡𓆪 loves to take you out on museum dates

𓆩♡𓆪 you stand side by side, holding hands and talk about the art

𓆩♡𓆪 sometimes you make the stupidest and most random interpretation of the art pieces, which make you both laugh out loud

𓆩♡𓆪 besides being the aesthetic couple, you’re also the sassy and judgy duo

𓆩♡𓆪 even if you didn’t consider to be such before meeting Minghao, YOU ARE NOW

𓆩♡𓆪 because what can be better than side eyeing people with your boyfriend

𓆩♡𓆪 like, your basic sunday afternoon consists of drinking tea and spilling the tea (you see what I did there)

𓆩♡𓆪 tries to teach you how to meditate

𓆩♡𓆪 shows you different ceremonies of making tea

𓆩♡𓆪 you even agree to attend some yoga classes

𓆩♡𓆪 (how it turns out is all up to you, personally I HATE meditating cuz I just keep laughing, SORRY HAO)

𓆩♡𓆪 he doesn’t really get jealous, not because he doesn’t care about you, but because he trusts you some damn much

𓆩♡𓆪 if he sees anyone trying to flirt with you, he simply comes up to you, puts his arm around your waist, kisses your shoulder or cheek and sends you a gentle smile

𓆩♡𓆪 he just knows that you’re endgame and no one has the power to change that

𓆩♡𓆪 likes to read with you (or to you) before sleep

𓆩♡𓆪 it helps him to relax and it always makes him feel more connected to you

𓆩♡𓆪 he tries to teach you their dances

𓆩♡𓆪 and if you’re not feeling confident or you think you look silly, he chooses other, easier dances

𓆩♡𓆪 because even if you’re not the best dancer in the world, he’ll make you feel like you are one

your messages <3

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vampiretendencies · 11 months

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happy to see u back<33

thinking about jj loving sleeping in your bed in your room because it’s just his safe place and he feels so loved

kook!fem!reader, mention of luke

i somehow didn’t see this one and now that i have i’m so giddy i love this.

of course jj has a unanimous rep on kildare, fathers keep him away from their daughters and mothers shoo him before he even gets the chance to. if he’s luke’s kid he must have some of the same qualities right ?

wrong.

so terribly wrong. though he may be a bit of a kleptomaniac, he’s attentive, tender, and warm-hearted. expressive when need be.

he also just eternally worshiped the ground his captivating kook girlfriend walked on.

finding solace in the grace of your existence and faltered when you were absent. that’s the probable reasoning that he sneaks past your window, as he typically did. a memorable trope that jj never once thought he’d be living, kook girls couldn’t quite subside his appetite. you just did it for him, everytime.

he lie there in the clean, delicate linen sheets of your bed. a queen sized bed, not a match for the twin sized one he’s known all his life. tanned skin tucked neatly beneath them, he fit so perfectly. he belonged.

and it smelled like you. it smelled alluring— drags you in and makes you want to stay there endlessly. thick to his senses like honey, with hints of saccharine fresh vanilla. amicable really, that you’ve wooed him so. not even a newly opened beer, or a just-rolled blunt could compare to this.

jj can’t remember a time in his life that he’s felt this protected from harm or danger— he’s safe.

you agree upon entering your room, taking in the image of him snuggling your little brown bear to his chest. lips plump and parted, with bits of drool falling slowly past them. like a small child that’s recovering from a nightmare, but jj’s only nightmare right now is his life. the only part of it that resembled a dream was you. you don’t care that your father might walk in and see the two of you in the morning, and you don’t care that he might shove his foot in jj’s ass.

like clockwork you throw down your belongings, stripping yourself down. magnetically you cling onto to him, noses barely touching, his hushed breath on your lips. he doesn’t have to lift an eyelid to know, the other half of his heart is beside him now. his muscles relax more somehow, and as if it’s a reflex he pecks at your cupids bow slowly and full of sleep.

“needed a way to feel you, so i came here. didn’t know where you were, i couldn’t find you baby—“

God, he loved you with such a love even he couldn’t understand at times.

“sleep j, there’s always tomorrow we can talk about it then.”

yeah tomorrow wasn’t promised, though it begun to feel guaranteed high on infatuation like this.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #outer banks #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank fic #jj maybank oneshot #jj maybank smut #jj maybank angst #jj maybank concepts #jj maybank imagines

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lovelykhaleesiii · 11 months

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Pretty plz can we get dom!aegon wedding night breeding smut. They r definitely not attending breakfast (or lunch) the nxt day and no one can look them in the eye. Thx & love u

apologies for the wait nonnie, hope you enjoy this x

Union of the Dragon & the Wolf.

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Stark!Reader

WORDS: 4,764.

WARNINGS: dom!Aegon, swearing, breeding kink to the maxxxx, mentions of dub-con.

A/N - please I keep getting carried away in the plot, and I rushed the ending a little with some time jumps, but I fully support and am in love with dom Aeg. he can dick me down anyday idc.

Historically and in the lifetimes that would follow, unions had been forged between a man and woman, since the dawn of time. For a plethora of reasons, destined or compelled, such unions were established regardless of circumstance or consequence... For the most part, such marriages had been strategically arranged accordingly, the greed or pride of families whom endlessly sought political, financial, or hierarchical means, with the intention to gain some precedence, was unfavourably common. However for some rather fortunate souls, although in rarity, love would quintessentially blossom.

And yet, the latter could not yet be said upon your circumstance..

"Brother- brother, please-"

Hastily sprinting towards him, your meek body blocking his taller, cloaked mass from exiting the familiar door to your private chambers, latching yourself firmly onto his arm. You refused to dismiss nor allow him leave so suddenly without even an attempt to refute. Taking a stand against the laws of men.

“Please, I beg before you brother, before the merciful eyes of the Old Gods, d-do not ask this of me. I have done and will do anything you ask of me, anything except this.”

A mere, defeated sigh escapes your elder brother's agape mouth, bested against your pleas. There was no point in quarrelling with you, you'd presumed as he remained still in a neutral, stoic state. You’d never witnessed your elder brother bested: whatever the words that had been so methodically exchanged in King’s Landing, you would remain oblivious to, and yet it was your life that was destined to change.

"I-I am truly sorry, my sweet sister... We ride at the crack of dawn in the morrow, get some rest."

"Cregan!" You helplessly call out, although your arms with a mind of their own loosen their grip, as the older brunette flees your side. A haste betrothal in the midst, your King husband-to be awaits for your gracious hand...

****

The journey was tiresome and gruelling, yet the moment you'd stepped foot in King's Landing, the arrangements had been swift and thoughtless.

And as infuriated as Cregan had become, huffing and puffing as he disembarked from his trusted stead to your side. Failing to be discrete with his annoyance of the King's absence, you whisper calmly as to yield his fury, in return he reassuringly holds your smaller hand in his, aiding you out of the carriage. Your Northern party had been welcomed and greeted by the Dowager Queen, herself, and his royal Grandsire, the Hand, and a few other golden cloaks of the Kingsguard. No King in sight before you, your deviant, wandering eyes, having mindlessly grown deaf to the conversation at hand, you kept yourself busy, gazing over the strange, concrete monuments that would eventually bound to become your new "home". As your curious eyes scanned the stony scenery, it was only when you backtracked, catching a faint glimpse of someone, intently peering down from an above watchtower window: some man you could only make out, with the peculiar, moonlight tinged hair. Uncertain if it was Aegon himself, there was no crown bestowed on the stranger's head, not that you could definitively decipher from such a great distance, and yet with great certainty you knew they belonged to someone with the blood of Old Valyria coursing through their veins...

Much to your favour once more, the unsettling tension that had been churning in the pit of your stomach throughout the wearisome ride, had finally resided. Allowing yourself to breathe whatever 'fresh' air the city had to offer: unlike the crisp, chill air you'd grown to admire of the North, this foreign place held a pungent, damp smell you could only fathom time would ease your distaste for it. This had been your first venture to King's Landing, only having heard of its reputation, your expectations were not grand however, and based on the reason for your visit, you felt an even deeper reluctance to be here. You did not wish to see him so soon, hopeful in buying any ounce of precious time to acclimate to the changes, at the very least...

****

Not a single person had asked for your input in the elaborate plans for your wedding, for all the details had been discussed and devised accordingly, before your anticipated arrival. Including your wedding gown: it was beautiful needless to say, immediately catching your eye as you'd been led to enter the compartment of your private, royal chamber. [Separate from Aegon for the night undoubtedly, as Alicent decreed in tradition of the Seven.] Adorned with brilliant, clear crystals from what you could only presume had been sourced from far away lands, the fine details of the profiles of a dragon sigil and that of your own house, entwined artistically together on the bust of the gown, embodying the royal union to follow. Despite the vanquished feeling that swallowed you whole since departing home, there was relief in not having to shed a single thought in such plans. You had much doubt that Aegon had taken part in such arrangements either, for his reputation much like his Kingdom, was notorious.

The young King although struck with sorrow of the great losses incurred during the war between himself and his past elder sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen, for the rightful claim to the throne, he had mounted victorious, nonetheless. And although the North had initially and solemnly declared to side with the elder Princess, it seemed whatever transgressions had been spoken and seemingly forgiven between Cregan and Aegon, you, the younger sister of a former traitor house, was chosen fit to be Queen, by the King himself. And although Cregan was adamant that you remain home governing and supporting those left behind in the North during the war, you'd heard from the honest mouths of returning Northmen soldiers of exploits of the battles. Earnestly you would listen to the drunk and somber whispers that the King was left charred and scarred, wounded from active battle, yet had miraculously survived to return to his throne. Some had exaggerated their words, exclaiming that the King was left brutally disfigured, that only the copious supply of whores he had sought and so generously paid, would bid him a night full of pleasure, since his sister-wife has passed.

Lonesomely left to ponder over endless, fretful thoughts, of how this union came to be and what would become of it, you felt that perhaps there were some potential grounds that Aegon and yourself were not so unalike. Both stricken with the concept of grief, perhaps something could be salvaged of this ransom union.

****

After a slight quarrel with your elder brother, begging to be excused from the dinner tonight, Dowager Queen Alicent, surprisingly had granted you leave. You did not refute her dismissal, nor did Cregan wish to contend with her. She knew the strains such arrangements could bear it seemed, although guaranteed you "commit to the bedding ceremony thoroughly."

"My eldest and only living son, he requires an heir. Jaehaera, although his blood, is much to timid and grief stricken, let alone, a girl... It would not be wise for her to be heir, Aegon knows this. Prove yourself to be a good wife, and bear him many children, preferably sons, if the Gods are good."

Her final, daunting words, leaving you no seconds to spare to muster a response: although regardless, no words came to your mind. Perhaps the weight of the crown, needed to be dispersed, and Aegon deemed you fit to sovereign with him. Nonetheless, the expectations from the Crown and his council of you were made clear. Children, heirs... That was all that was required of you in principal. That familiar, perturbed feeling began to toss and churn in your stomach once more, gaining little sleep before the monumental day.

****

The preparation, carriage ride and the haunting walk down the aisle leading into the decorative, grand Dragonpit, upon the watchful, eager eyes of the realm, was nothing but a blur. Your disconsolate eyes remained fixated, anxiously fleeting between the cheerful crowd and the guarded path before you, you did not sight your awaiting husband before you. Attentively watching you from the podium above, as he did the day you had arrived [or so you had convinced yourself it was him to be]. Your mind solely occupied with controlling your breath and its pace, soothing the pounding beat of your thudding heart, you swore would at any moment it would simply tear through your chest, ending it all right then and there. Although, the feelings had ceased to numbness, the moment you'd reached the stony steps to the stage. A black gloved hand stretched over towards you from above, signalling you to take, which you instinctively took, unaware of whose hand you held. Careful of each step, it was only when you'd come to a sudden halt beside the King himself, that you'd noticed Aegon moment Aegon unveiled your face to his. For a few moments his stunning, lilac eyes remained transfixed onto your own. Your breath hitched in your throat, as you took in his face: as you'd suspected the words of your fellow banner-men were greatly false. The King, although, his stern face partially scarred, burns somewhat healed, he remained handsome nonetheless, and looking upon you, you'd momentarily noticed his gaze soften before your eyes flashed to the ground before you. Feeling your cheeks grow scarlet, and a flustering heat trailing through you, you felt clueless as to why.

Sacred vows had been said and made, your hands binded by a precious cloth of the faith, signatures signed on lawful papers, and finally, custom rings exchanged sealed with a simple yet passionate kiss: Aegon did not protest against the proceedings of the ceremony, and nor did you find yourself tempted to run either.

Although, he recited deeply and firmly of said vows, no words had been exchanged between either of you, on the return carriage to the castle, nor during the feast. Sat meekly beside your newly appointed husband, you remained quiet as did Aegon, unless his fellow guests and subjects approach to wish the King and his new wife well wishes. Most of the time, Aegon occupied his mouth with swirls of wine and ale, and the platefuls served to him. With your elder brother by your opposing side, with whom you refused to engage in conversation with throughout the entirety of the day.

Look at the position he had forced you into, how hopeless you had become, and how they belittled you. Was Cregan so blind to the intentions of such a brutal institution, or was he simply being cowardice for his past grievances?

Regardless, the plans that had been lucratively discussed were now executed accordingly, and the thing you'd been dreading the most was finally upon you. Alicent had granted you approval to leave once more, planting a tender kiss on your forehead, bidding you farewell and "best wishes."

"Do us proud, and please... Make it easier for yourself and do as you are told, dearest. If anything I've learnt in my years or wished to have been told, is the only man you need to sate is that of your husband. No one else matters."

Chaperoned with a few, entrusted maids, and Cregan himself, you reluctantly turn to look back at Aegon, who still remained seated at the dining table. Much to your astonishment, however, you'd been met with his own stern pair of eyes, fixated on you solely once more, you could've sworn, you'd caught a haste glimpse of a slight smirk strewn across his face. That unsettling feeling grew more intense by the thought, had he found this amusing? Only the Gods, would know what ill thoughts and intentions he had with you for the night, yet you would soon find out.

****

Swiftly changed out of your wedding garments, and into a white silk bedding gown instead, you were left in an unfamiliar room, grander than the one you'd previously slept in. Aegon's you'd presumed.

A sudden, booming knock on the door had startled you with fright, although followed by the familiar tone of Cregan's voice, naturally you felt a warm reassurance wash over you, placing a robe over you in modesty, before opening the door to his friendly, lean face.

"My dearest sister, I did not wish to interrupt you-"

"Have you come to save me from this wretched night then?"

You firmly interrupt, although you teased, Cregan could not bear to look at you, defeatedly turning his guilty gaze towards his shuffling feet.

"I-I had yet to apologise, Y/N. F-for all of this. I truly am sorry, little sister but I-I had no choice. H-He would've sent us all to the Wall, or worse to death, and you-you would've been all alone-"

"Cregan, it is alright. I-I may struggle to understand it now, but I know you did what was best for us. You always do."

No other words had been exchanged, except for a nod and a final goodbye for the night. Like the Queen before you, Cregan planted a final, loving kiss to your forehead, before bidding you well. He knew what was to come, what was expected between a man and woman on the night of their union, and he refused to venture. Closing the door before him, you were left once more alone, the muffled music of the feast beyond the bedroom walls could be heard, and the congenial celebrations of the rest of the realm below the castle walls echoed across.

It seemed everyone was pleased with this union, expect yourself... And Aegon, perhaps. That you had yet to decipher. Enraptured in your deep thoughts, you had not realised Aegon's entrance into the room, before the sound of the wooden door closing once more, jolted you back to reality, snapping towards his direction. The room had been romantically set, candles spread and lit across the room, with an open fire stoking at the fire pit to provide some warmth in the chill night air. A slight, cool breeze blew from the window, blowing the satin, white fabric against the curves of your body.

"Lay on the bed."

The silence was tense, although cut with his command, Alicent's words echoed in your mind relentlessly, however your body moved and did as it was told. Aegon remained at some distance, heading to a table where a flagon [full of more arbour wine as you suspected] and cup was placed prior to his arrival and yours.

"So did my dearly beloved mother tell you what to expect? What is to be expected of you?"

"Y-Yes."

"Hmm, I am, however, curious as to hear your thoughts. Truthfully or else, what do you think of our arrangement?"

Caught by surprise to his direct enquiry, you felt perplexed as to whether he was seeking to relish in amusement of taunting your vulnerable position, or simply seeking some vain type of validation only a King could provoke.

"I-I confess I was taken aback by your choice in me, my King. For there are plenty of other maidens in the realm. However if this is the King's command, then House Stark remains loyal to the word of their sovereign."

"I said the truth, Y/N. Mayhaps, you should, however, lecture your older brother about loyalty to the rightful sovereign, next time one dares to usurp me."

A painful gulp tore through your throat, quivering to his words. You shouldn't have responded that way, Cregan would be livid if he had heard Aegon's stinging words.

"Forgive me, my King. I did not mean to antagonise you. I-I simply have just been struggling to come to terms with your choice in me a-as y-your-"

The final word was a tough one to say aloud, and yet the final ounce of courage you had left, you'd managed to blurt it out.

"... Wife."

"Hmm, wife."

He tauntingly mimics, granting himself a deep, low chuckle, as he carefully poured himself a cup of the liquor that filled the flagon, skulling it before forcefully placing it back down against the hard, wooden surface.

Despite his continuous drinking during the night, Aegon seemed sober and sharp-witted.

"Steadfast, my liege council kept pestering me to wed, for I apparently require more heirs. Your brother, although his past transgressions would prove him disloyal, I had heard that the wolf himself, of having a pup sister... The Baratheon girls, although plentiful are far too eager, and ugly. Those in the Vale, said to have amazing tits, often I find are far too disciplined and boring for my liking...But now the Northern girls, I've heard... Can be fierce and yet-"

Finally, turning to face you directly, you remained steadily quiet, your grip on the bedsheets tightened in anticipation, for his mouth remained agape almost as though a word lingered on his plump lips.

"Beautiful."

Again, a scarlet blush flustered across your softened face, and you felt yourself yearning for more, tender words from him.

"Alas, I took my chances."

Aegon heartedly exclaimed, before unbuttoning his garments, losing his gaze once more, you felt a desire for him to simply look at you. You felt somewhat ashamed of this sudden lust you'd begin to sense in these intimate moments, and could not bring yourself to discourage such emotions.

"Spread your legs."

As obedient as a septa in the making, you obeyed. The gown remained hovering in between your thighs, modestly covering your bare entrance. Aegon now completely shirtless, his pants unbuttoned yet remained on. He had this menacingly hungry look in his eye, an appetite that the feast it seemed, did not quash, as it lingered between your thighs. Licking his lips, he slowly crawled atop, one arm stretching beside your hip, whereas the other began to lift the garment above, exposing your naked cunt [the maids had not provided you to wear any undergarments beneath, as per the Dowager Queen's orders].

"Already wet for me, my wife. Deny it all you want, although it seems you are not entirely against this unity, after all."

Your breaths now shaky, as his fingers lightly traced over your folds. A natural tease he was, it seemed. Your eyes nervously flicking from his hand beneath to his hardened face, you could just make out the outlines of faded burn marks saturated across the left side of his face. You felt an ounce of pity favouring towards him, as you knew these were remnants of the war that would forever remain with him, a constant, agonising reminder of what he had endured.

He noticed you glaring, although did not question it as you fixed your gaze directly unto his eyes: now growing a sense of familiarity to those lilac orbs.

"A good wife you will be. Dutiful, you will do as I say, when I ask of you. I need not to remind you I am your husband, but foremost I am your King. Disobey me and I will see fit to punish you... Accordingly."

Just as you were about to address your Grace in humble agreement, Aegon impatiently shoved two thick, long digits roughly into your folds. Causing you to jolt upright, earning a loud, sensual moan to harshly escape your lips. Pumping his hand in slow, sloppy motions, before gaining some speed to his pace, your head remained lunged back, as your back arched, your pelvis slightly thrusting forward, yearning for more.

"Look at you, look at how you clench and ache at my fingers. Hells, I can feel you throbbing-"

He deeply chuckles in between, a growling sound: you could feel the burning gaze of his eyes prowling on you, as though you were the fresh prey captured by the eager predator. Dragons no doubt would feast on the likes of wolves. Mesmerised by the sight before him, seeing you helplessly squirm and breathless, vulnerable to his touch. You'd never been with a man like this before, hoping to save yourself for the one, and it seemed, like his historical ancestors, Aegon had conquered that too.

"The Gods have finally granted me favourable, securing me a wife I know will take me well. Will take my seed and give me as many heirs as necessary."

"A-Aeg. My-My King-"

His pudgy fingers stretching and encircling your folds, grazing over your clit, attempting to assert some pressure to your sides as if to 'open' you up. Feeling your wetness pool all across, lathering his fingers and clenched fist, you felt bashful, for he knew his way around a woman's body, your body, more than you did your own. Back in Winterfell, in the privacy of your confinements, you had occasionally exerted some pleasures unto yourself, although frightened or lazy to finish, you could not say. It was not at all the same to this precise moment, however.

"Fuck, when you call me that. I am certain you were destined for me, my sweet, sweet pup. I heard Stark women bear children well. To see you swell with my child in a few months time, Gods be good, I'll fuck another one in you as soon as you birth the first."

Although you rocked gently back and forth mindlessly, muffled moans escaping your tender lips, you were attentive to his words. There was truth to his words, however: Stark women were notorious amongst the realm to bear and carry children to full term, birthing healthy, thriving babes.

"Argh-I will waste no more needless time-"

Aegon hastily removing his soaked fingers away from your clenching walls, shoved his larger mass between your thighs, adjusting himself at your entrance, as he unbuckled his pants down. For the few spare seconds granted that you regained full consciousness, you managed to sneak a glimpse of his member, and you anticipated that it would hurt: as you'd been informed it always would the first time.

"Is the whore ready?"

He teasingly growled, his cock just etching and gliding over your moist entrance. You could feel his hardness, how rigid it felt against your soft, sensitive skin, as he toyed with your cunt. He felt big to say the least, feeling his pulsating veins across his cock, the tip beginning to push in.

"Be a good wife and scream for me. I want to see you beg for me, for my cock."

Without notice as before, Aegon hastily shoved his cock deep into your cunt, burying his hard mass into you, adjusting and asserting himself into a more comfortable position before he began to slowly pace his thrusts. Just as he earnestly wished, you painfully yelled out his name in the dead of the night, hopeful your cries remained mute to whomever stood guard outside [yet you doubt it would]. Aegon himself let out a breathless "fuck" and low groans, feeling your tight walls tensing against his cock, as he continued to stretch you out even more. He knew you a virgin, no doubt, for you began to bled onto the clean, white sheets below. The deed done and consummated, it was now only a matter of time that he would spill his seed inside.

"F-Fuck, Y/N. Gods you feel so tight for me. Suffocating my cock, you needy little thing. Are you that desperate for me to fuck a child into you, little one?"

Aegon now laid atop of you, breathless, huffing and puffing in between each sloppy attempt of a thrust, feeling his hot, alcohol scented breath on your dampened skin. His plump lips hovered above the crook of your neck, only to gently lap at your skin, suckling on the concoction of sweet, floral fragrances you'd dabbed yourself with and sweat your body naturally exude. His teeth often bit at the soft flesh, certain he'd left tender, red bite marks and bruises in the morrow to come.

"Your pretty little cunt was made just for me. You will definitely take my dragon seed well, no doubt. Fuck-"

His cock remained still deeply buried inside, you'd tried to spread your legs out even more, yet, the painful, striking feeling remained coursing through your body. Aegon's arms rested against each side of your body, lifting himself up, onto his knees, lifting you from the hips up with him as he rested you on his lap, he eagerly ripped the sheer, light fabric off you. Exposing your tender, bouncy breasts the cool night air striking your skin, caused your nipples to react viscerally perking them right.

"And these- These will swell greatly and pour tremendously with sweet, sweet milk, for the babe and perhaps some for me. Seven Hells, Stark, you were fit to be a mother of heirs."

"T-Tell me more, my King. Tell me how bad you want it. Ask and I shall give you a whole litter of pups and dragons."

His eager mouth now nibbled at the flesh of your tender, soft breast, the other free hand flicking at your sensitive nipple, causing you to arch your spine instinctively, pushing your chest further against his head. Endless moans escaped your sinful mouth, words and swears, pleaing for Aegon, begging for more.

"Careful wife, I'll take your word for it. I will fuck you from this night and all the nights to come, until I see your stomach grow lavishly with my child. Even then, I shall fuck you s'more."

Now handled and positioned atop of his lap, Aegon's sturdy, strong arms supporting your back, one firmly gripping the back of your neck, he began to pound you once more from beneath. Your body jolting and bobbing viciously up and down, as he finally spilled his thick, warm load inside of you, feeling the endless pour coating your walls all over. His pulsating bulge inside, you could feel growing tenser in the pit of your stomach, certain it could be seen and felt from the outside.

"Fuck Y/N-"

Earning a craven, mindless moan of his name, Aegon laid you back, promptly propping a large pillow beneath your bottom and hips, as he kept your legs elevated.

"This-This will help. Stay there-"

He breathlessly encouraged, as he stood himself off the bed, heading to the water basin, as he ringed a wet cloth, washing away the hard earned work of sweat.

Ringing it once more, he walked back over towards you, seating himself down by your side, as he gently tapped the dampened cloth, wiping away the sweat beads across your forehead. Lustfully watching over you, his eyes lingered towards your stomach, placing a gentle hand over the swell where his cock was buried itself, a faint half-hearted smiled glowed across his handsome, ruggard face.

"Our babe shall grow cosily inside, I am certain. I have made a right choice in making you my wife, sweet pup."

****

The following, bright mane, Aegon and yourself remained retired in bed. Not wishing to be disturbed after the endless amounts of fucking that followed the first. There was a dull ache between your thighs, although Aegon was intent on impregnanting you with his rightful child. Eventually, you were determined also.

Although, his Mother was eager to examine the sheets, you'd both had grown hungry and weak, eager for nourishment, intending to attend a luncheon together. She ceased the opportunity and welcomed herself in, once you'd both been bathed and dressed accordingly.

Much to her satisfaction, the entire bed was a wreck.

****

The Gods had been good, working again in Aegon's favour and true to his word, you began to swell immensely with child in the short coming months to follow. In the initial stages of the consummation you prayed to the Old and the New Gods, hopeful they'd bless you to be a fruitful wife, and not long after, you'd began to show the common signs of being with child. Even Aegon had taken to notice how swollen and sensitive your breasts had become to his touch, let alone your appetite was crazed.

He became even more possessive of you and his unborn child, yet you relished in his unrelenting attention.

****

A beautiful, baby boy was born in due time: kicking like a goat and much larger in size than most babes. He shared the uncanny dark, black hair that resembled most Starks, however, also earned his father's genes, having been blessed with his own set of brilliant Valyrian, violet eyes. Your son was deemed the perfect fit to be Aegon's future heir by the realm, and was loved dearly.

Aegon did not think such joy existed after the torment and gruelling war he had endured just a year ago, yet he thanked you day and night simply for your mere existence in his.

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jaywonjuice · 7 months

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baking with enhypen 🥧✨

pairing: bf!enha x gn reader

warnings: sfw intimacy, physical contact, kissing, mentions of food

wc: 1k

a/n: some super warm and cozy domestic enha for you this sunday afternoon, i hope u enjoy :3 (i only write romantically for enha adult line !)

ೀ⋆heeseung

when you ask what he wants to make, hee immediately suggests coffee and walnut cake (he doesn’t even like coffee but he knows it’s your favourite)

gets himself told off for snacking on the crushed walnuts when you’re not looking. he grins mischievously at you, finding your exasperated expression endlessly cute, and resumes munching the second your back is turned again.

he slips his arms around your waist while you’re mixing the coffee cream, and rests his chin on your shoulder, kissing your neck softly. ‘hee, if you ever want to actually get to eat this cake do you maybe wanna help?’ you say, suppressing a smile. ‘mm-mm,’ he hums his refusal, earning an eye roll from you.

ೀ⋆jay

you just know that jay has to be out here choosing the most complicated and ambitious recipe ~ think sour cherry and pistachio danish.

he’s in the middle of rambling to you about how to get the compote a perfect gooey consistency, when you lean in quickly and give him a sudden kiss. you promptly return to looking at him expectantly to carry on, as if nothing had happened. he blinks, taken aback for a moment by the interruption, before smiling as he continues with what he was saying, detailing how absolutely *crucial* it is that everything be finished off with a brush of orange liqueur…

he loves to supervise from behind, watching over your shoulder as you roll out and fold the dough, using the excuse of ‘helping make sure you get it all even’ as he leans over you and places his bigger hands on top of yours, guiding their movements with his, causing your heart to race.

the danishes come out looking and smelling amazing, and as you stare at them, wide-eyed with excitement, jay can feel his heart swell with pride at you taking an interest in his favourite hobby.

ೀ⋆jake

jake insists on his auntie’s australian lamington recipe, enthusiastically declaring that he wants to make them for you to try because he loved them so much growing up ..’)

jake is the messiest chef, and he leaves the kitchen looking like a storm has just passed through - somehow he has managed to use last every cup, bowl, and utensil in the process of baking one little tray of cakes for you.

and of course he manages to get flour all over his face, and you laugh at his oblivious expression as he stares at you with big puppy eyes, confused why you’re laughing. he looks so adorable right now that you simply have to kiss him on his floury cheek.

later on, when the two of you are snuggled up on the sofa under a blanket watching your favourite show together, you realise you can still smell the sweet coconut scent from your baking escapade lingering on him when he leans in close.

ೀ⋆sunghoon

of course you and hoon are going to be making his favourite, tiramisu.

dusting the cocoa powder over the dessert tickles your nose and makes you sneeze like five times in a row, and hoon teases you about how cute your sneeze sounds for the rest of the morning.

he looks unbelievably fine stood there in front of you right now, you think to yourself, in his navy apron and pressed white shirt, brow furrowed slightly in concentration as he whisks mascarpone into a big mixing bowl. he looks up and catches you watching him, and your cheeks flush instantly.

the determined expression on your face as you grate chocolate over a bowl, sunghoon thinks, is maddeningly cute. before he can stop himself he’s reaching out to tuck a rogue lock of hair that has come loose back behind your ear. you don’t even have time to look up and meet his gaze properly before his lips are on yours.

ೀ⋆sunoo

together, the two of you are definitely on a mission to make this the prettiest strawberry lemon cake the world has ever seen.

his long fringe keeps falling into his eyes as he’s mixing up the buttercream, so he allows you to tie it up for him with a little hair band. you have to try *really* hard not to giggle or tease him about the way the little hair sprout wiggles side to side on top of his head as he vigorously whisks the cake mix.

while waiting for the cake to come out of the oven, you decide to check and see how it’s doing. as you open it up to take a peek, sunoo at your side wordlessly puts an arm around your waist, and instinctively you let your head rest on his shoulder. you feel an inexplicable surge of comfort in the warm moment. you stay and watch together quietly as the soft sponge of the cake rises steadily.

the decorating is his absolute favourite part, blushing when you compliment the way he delicately arranges thinly-sliced strawberries and freeze dried lemon pieces over the cake’s surface.

ೀ⋆jungwon

when jungwon suggests baking cinnamon rolls you can’t help yourself from laughing a little bit. ‘jungwon you literally are like, a cinnamon roll personified,’ you tease. he pouts, doing his best to look offended by your poking fun, but you can tell that really he’s enjoying it.

you had expected baked goods and jungwon to make an adorable combination, however, as you watch him now, with his hair pushed back and sleeves rolled roughly up, kneading the dough on the countertop, the muscles in his forearm flexing suddenly catch your eye and…. you feel the heat rise in your cheeks, flustered by the unexpected reminder of his surprising strength.

won holds up his complete decorated cinnamon roll for you to see, beaming proudly. as your eyes rest on the pastry, a smile plays on your lips. the surface is a little wonky, and icing is dripping unevenly round the sides, but it would be a lie to say that it doesn’t look delicious. you could tell how much care he’d put into making it. ‘for you,’ he tells you shyly. ‘it’s made with love.’

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buckleysbitch · 3 months

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Hi baeeee I missed youuu!! Hope you’re doing better emotionally after the sorority thing!! ❤️❤️

I’ve been re-reading all your stuff this past week to keep me going, and I was wondering if you could make a little hc thing or a small fic about what it would be like to tell hazel you love her for the first time, like the context and how she would react?? I love u sm!!!!! keep on keeping on bestie

- ☀️

bye this is actually about to make me cry y’all are the sweetest

reqs are open!!

bonus points if you notice the coming of age movie reference in this, i really tried to pull from that vibe ᡣ𐭩 this is just pure fluff hehehe

listen to hazels spotify here ₊˚.🎧 ✩｡

𐙚 maybe you’re sitting out in her backyard, the sun basking over your bodies

𐙚 hazel is laying on her stomach in the grass, journaling, pens riddled over the grass

𐙚 and you’re listening to music and gazing up at the clouds

𐙚 the conversation starts out light, mostly talking about your weeks

𐙚 then it gradually moves onto your relationship

𐙚 and hazel is just gushing about you

𐙚 “i never knew i could be this happy.”

𐙚 you can hear her choking back tears, and you shift your head over to her

𐙚 she’s staring up at the clouds, tears sprinkling the page in front of her

𐙚 “what’s wrong, hazel? did-did i do something?”

𐙚 she cracks a smile, her eyes glimpsing over to you, down at your lips

𐙚 “i don’t deserve you, you make me….feel”, she sighs, taking in your beauty

𐙚 “infinite.”

𐙚 staring into the girls tear strewn eyes, you realize

𐙚 you can’t imagine any possible future without her by your side

𐙚 “hazel…”

𐙚 “w-what?”, she questions, swiping the water from underneath her endlessly blue eyes with her cardigan

𐙚 “i love you.”

𐙚 all those tears she wiped away immediately got replaced with twice as more, sun basking on her beaming lips

𐙚 for a moment you feel anxious, wondering if she won’t reciprocate

𐙚 but she leans down, her rings grazing your cheek, and kisses you like she never has before

𐙚 her lips are so gentle, as if you’re made of porcelain, a precious piece of art that mustn’t be shattered

𐙚 she locks eyes with you, brushing your hair out of your face

𐙚 “i love you too.”

𐙚 the next few minutes are comprised of the two of you kissing, exchanging “i love you”s in between

𐙚 running your fingers through her hair and giggling

𐙚 because let’s be real a sweet moment like this between you two is always going to end up silly

𐙚 for a moment, your concentration on her soft expression is broken by a ladybug fluttering over to a sunny dandelion nearby

𐙚 then it lands right over your interlocked fingers for an instant, before flitting away once more

𐙚 and of course, hazel plucks the flower and presses it into her notebook, taking it as a sign from the universe

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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Riding abby reverse cowgirl style while Ellie’s eating you out🤭🤭🤭🤭

oh my god. ok I firmly believe that, in different circumstances, Ellie and Abby would've gotten along soooo well. so in this au, poly gfs abby x Ellie x chubby reader <3 with that out of the way. let me lay this out for you.

the room is dim, the only light coming from pink lights and whatever moonlight can get through the flimsy curtains. the bed is stripped down to the sheets, towels covering enough of it. abby is sitting against the headboard. you're sitting in her lap, facing away, not so much riding her, more like she's manhandling you and moving you up and down the strap at a painfully slow pace. both hands hooked onto your hips as you lean back into her. your thighs are spread wide open by abby's legs, helped by ellie's hands pushing you wider.

Ellie, pretty girl, is on her tummy, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, laying between your's and abby's legs, groping at your plush thighs. with abby moving you at a torturous pace, Ellie can actually lean in and play with your clit, kissing it, pulling it between her teeth, sucking it into her mouth. the problem? they've been at this for far too fucking long.

you're covered in sweat, body sore and tense and desperate for release. every time you try to bounce a lil faster, Ellie lands a smack on your inner thigh while Abby holds you impossibly still.

"Quit fucking moving baby, you said we could do whatever we wanted," Abby whispers into your ear, the softness of her voice juxtaposed with her words making your head spin. Abby smiles at the whine you let out, dropping your head back and giving her access to your neck. She's placing sloppy kisses wherever she can, moving you up and down again, one hand moving to grab at your tummy, loving the way the fat squishes through her fingers. The room is so fucking warm and her head is so fuzzy, and it's not made any better but the fucking sight between her legs.

Ellie is being so fucking mean with it, leaving little nips at your clit every now and then, sucking hickies onto your thighs, leaving scratches up and down and groping at the fat, loving on every inch she has access to. She's only using her mouth on you, her unfairly talented mouth, and you're shaking. every pass at your clit makes u tremble and whine, but you can't even grab at her bc abby is making you keep your hands behind your back, pressed against her abs.

she's in heaven, licking and sucking and tonguing at the places where your pussy stretches around the girthy black silicone, leaving it messy with her spit.

"Fuck, you taste so good babe, all needy and fucking soaked for us," and she's back to sucking at your clit, moaning against the swollen nub. and the angle Abby has you at, plus the way she's pushing at your stomach, is pushing the strap right into your sweet spot, and you really don't know how much you can take anymore.

"F-fuck, baby, please, Abs, Els, mm 'm gonna cum, fuck please," and you're crying, tears leaking down your face and getting immediately licked up by Abby, who's hips are punching the strap directly into your g-spot a little harder now. Ellie pulls away for a second, sitting up and giving you a messy kiss, smearing your slick over your face, before nodding at Abby and going back down.

Immediately, they're moving faster, Abby fucking into you harder as Ellie sucks and laves at your clit more and more, one of Ellie's hands moving up to play with your nipples, their actions catapulting you over the edge. You wail, convulsing around the strap, needy clit pulsing in Ellie's mouth as you leave a pretty little ring of white around the base of the strap, a tiny bit of squirt dribbling out onto Ellie's waiting tongue, both women praising you endlessly.

Abby slows down, letting you sit on the strap as Ellie sits up again, kneading at your thighs to soothe you, "Did so fucking good for us baby, think you can handle more?"

The sweet little nod you give them makes Ellie's heart skip a beat, already pulling you into her lap to let Abby grab your pretty pink vibrator <3

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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hiiiii my love, can't wait to torture bee for her birthday (because yoongi hasn't done enough of that). little on the nose, but can i request domestic yoongi celebrating a partner's birthday? i just think he'd be really sweet & thoughtful with it

love u, thank u <3

hello my beloved! thank u for the request. please excuse the tooth-rotting fluff here, but i had to make it extra soft for our resident acts of service king. <3

i hope this helps our collective hobi depression just a tiny bit :')

yours to keep

pairing: yoongi x gn!reader genre: established relationship au; fluff warnings: domestic soft yoongi. may cause delusions. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 569 listen to: by your side by sade

[the night before, 7:30pm]

Yoongi waits until you’re out of the house.

Friday night, dragged to your favorite restaurant by your group of closest friends. Jimin sent along with Yoongi’s credit card and a mission. Tonight, he’s a turncoat: tasked with making sure you have a good time, but also ensuring you stay out long enough for Yoongi to cross every task off his to-do list. And, as Jimin had appeared at the door to escort you, dressed impeccably as always, nearly glittering beneath the shitty lighting in your kitchen, you’d been none the wiser.

There’d been a sly smirk thrown over his shoulder and the discreet passage of a sleek, black card. A kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth, a promise to see you later, and then silence.

Now he can get to work.

[11:59pm]

“I had no idea thirty would come with so many new aches and pains.”

Yoongi laughs something soft and breathy. Thinks it’s kind of silly that he always reacts to you this way: endlessly endeared, edges permanently eroded. He takes in the sight of you—skin still dewy from your shower, those expensive eye patches you love stuck beneath your tired gaze. Wonders what kind of crossroads deal he must’ve shook on to wind up here.

Twenty-four seconds until midnight. Not that he’s counting, but he wants to get it right. Wants to see the brief glimpse of confusion before your face settles and that brilliant smile shines through. Just enough time to make it to the kitchen and dig through the junk drawer. Enough time to pad back down the hallway and appear in the doorway of the bedroom.

“What’s that?” you ask, and there’s the confusion. The soft knit of your eyebrows, small downturn of your mouth.

Yoongi doesn’t answer. Just places one knee on the bed, lets it dimple under his weight. Pulls the lighter out of his pocket just as the clock strikes midnight and lights the stupid 3 candle he’d also tasked Jimin with. “Happy birthday, baby. Make a wish.”

You close your eyes and blow.

Whatever you wish for, Yoongi hopes it sounds a lot like forever.

[the day of, 9am]

He lets you sleep in.

Busies himself with the fruit tray and the coffee machine. Trims the stems of the flowers, makes sure the water in the vase is cold. Arranges them so they look more purposeful and less thrown-together. Meticulously sticks thirty spiral candles into the cake and wonders how he’s going to light them all before they start melting. Sighs and decides to do it anyway.

And then there’s the sound of feet on hardwood and he turns, his smile involuntary when you come into frame. “Morning, love. Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm. What’re you doing?”

You wrap your arms around him from behind. Place a kiss between his shoulders. Yoongi places a hand over yours and squeezes. Says, “Lighting your birthday candles.”

“That’s a lot of candles,” comes your response, but the warmth in it is palpable. He can feel your smile. “Did you make the cake?”

He nods. Shrieks when you pinch playfully at his waist and call him a traitor.

Thinks he’d do much worse if it made you happy.

[6:45pm]

Yoongi clears the dishes from the table. Stacks them in a pile next to the sink.

Pats his pocket, makes sure it’s still there.

It is.

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I can’t stop thinking about Steven and Marc in oversized jumpers and how cozy they look (even tho they’re in a crisis at the time 😅) so requesting a nsfw fic about one/all of the moon boys finding the reader wearing their clothes and it does something to them

hi anon omg this request is so old and i am so sorry that I'm just getting to this!! this is so fun and YES the way marc spector would go fuckin FERAL over his S/O smelling like him,, like he's so possessive i love him sm!! i hope the smut makes up for my lateness. love u!!!

A Soft Ray of Sunlight

Tags: Marc Spector x Reader, fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls wrap it up irl, fuck them kids), kitchen sex lol, really light spit kink, possessive!Marc (w/c: 1.7K)

You’re in the kitchen when he sees you from the hallway, cooking dinner and humming to yourself as you swirl a sauce around in a pan.

Marc is used to you wearing Steven’s jumpers; you always claim that Steven always manages to find the softest ones, even though you have several others just like them.

But this one, the jumper adorning your pretty body, the bottom of it just brushing the tops of your thighs, it’s his. Marc’s. It’s one he’s had for years, the cuffs of the sleeves starting to fray and a coffee stain on the side that he can’t manage to get out. You’re always beautiful, and that sweater looks better on you than it’s ever looked on him.

And it’s all you’re wearing.

The sweater is big on you, but definitely not big enough to only be worn with panties, which is exactly what you’re doing. If you were to bend over, god, Marc would see everything.

His legs move of their own accord, the pull of you like gravity, endlessly drawing him in. His hands slide gently over your waist when he reaches you, and you jump slightly, pulled out of your reverie.

“Shit, Marc, you scared me,” you giggle, leaning your head back against his chest. His strong arms curl around your middle, melding you to him as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all.

“No you’re not,” you whisper, turning in his arms to press your chest against his and kiss him softly. “You are a terrible liar, Marc Spector.”

He moans softly into your mouth, clutching at your hips. Has this sweater always been this soft? It doesn’t feel nearly as good on him as it does on your skin, smelling like a mixture of you and him, intoxicating him. He never wants to wash it again, wants to keep it smelling like you forever.

You smile into his mouth. “Something got you worked up, babe?”

Marc groans again, head swimming with your taste, your smell, the feel of you under his fingers. “You just,” he rasps, pressing kisses to your mouth between words, “God, you’re so pretty, baby. When- when did you take this sweater?”

You make a noise of understanding. “This morning, fresh out of the dryer. Just looked too comfy to fold.” You lean away from his mouth, chuckling when he whines softly. “Why? Do you want it back?” You know he doesn’t, but you still like to see him squirm.

You’re one of the few people in this world to break down Marc Spector’s stoic nature, and you’ve never been known to use your powers over him for strictly good things. Getting him desperate is just too fun.

“Please no,” he mutters, moving from your mouth to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck. “You look way better in it than I do.”

“Not possible,” you whisper, winding your hands into his hair to tug him back to your mouth. You can feel the outline of his cock through his sweatpants, pressing into your hip. You untangle a hand from his hair to palm the bulge, relishing in the wet gasp that rips out of Marc’s throat. “Happy to see me, Spector?”

“When you look like this, how could I not be?”

You lick feverishly into Marc’s mouth as he walks you backward, crowding you into the kitchen counter. His thick fingers dig into your hips, likely going to leave light bruises. “You know,” you whisper, pulling away from his mouth to drag a finger down his chest, teasing. “I’m still wet from last night.”

Marc chokes on a breath. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. Not to mention that I’m soaked whenever I see you.” You watch Marc’s mouth drop open a little bit, his pupils blown wide with arousal. “But you boys fucked me so good last night. I’m still dripping,” you lean in further, your lips brushing against his ear, “gaping for you.”

Marc groans loud, the sound ripped violently from his chest. He leans down, grabbing the backs of your thighs in his big hands to lift you until you’re sitting on the counter, your legs rising to wrap around his waist. “God, baby,” he mutters. “You wanna kill me?”

“Not kill you, just drive you crazy.”

“Mission fucking accomplished, sweetheart.” He licks into your mouth all over again, pressing himself into you. The position is perfect; from this height, his cock presses so perfectly against your pussy, the both of you only separated by your pesky clothing.

You whine into him, your hands moving down to push at his sweatpants till they’re around his thighs, freeing his aching cock. You wrap your hand around him to give him a long stroke, and he breaks from your lips to gasp, his eyes clenched shut.

“You gonna fuck me, Marc?” you murmur, pumping him slowly. “Make me drip even more?”

“Can I, baby?” he whines, and you answer him by licking into his mouth all over again, letting go of his cock to reach down and pull your panties down your hips. Marc grabs them as you work them down the fat of your thighs, tugging them roughly over your knees and letting them fall carelessly to the floor.

Then you both are colliding, an endless pull between you, never close enough. You grab at Marc’s cock again, sticky and throbbing, guiding the tip of him to your entrance. You weren’t lying; your boys had all come out to fuck within an inch of your life just the night before, leaving you still gaping and still leaking their cum. Used.

Marc has an iron-clad grip on your thighs, holding you steady as he presses in, reaching so deep it’s like you can feel him in your fucking stomach, knocking the breath out of your lungs. “Marc, Marc,” you whine, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and digging your nails into his broad back.

“Shit, baby.” He pulls out just a bit before rutting back in, and you choke on a moan. “You’re so fucking tight. How are you still,” he ruts into you again, and again, “so fucking tight?”

You can barely acknowledge his words, your brows furrowed as you concentrate on the stretch of him in your cunt, mumbling “s’big, Marc. So fucking big in me, gonna break me apart baby.”

An almost pained sound erupts from Marc’s throat, and suddenly he’s fucking into you like a man possessed, one hand traveling to the small of your back, snaking under the sweater to get to your heated skin, while the other travels up into your hair. He grabs a handful of it in a fist and yanks your head back from his neck, forcing you to look into his face, and fuck, Marc looks like an animal. His cheeks are flushed, his hair mussed, and his pupils are blown wide, intoxicated by the feel of you.

You can’t imagine how you must look, little grunts escaping your throat with every one of Marc’s thrusts into your needy pussy, your eyes shiny with tears. It’s so good, the stretch of his heavy cock, bullying into you just right. And then Marc shifts his hips just barely.

You shout wetly, jerking so hard you would have fallen off the table if not for Marc’s strong body pressed against yours, his hand pressed firm against your back. And he has the audacity to chuckle, like the bastard he is.

“Oh baby,” he coos, fucking into you hard at the very same angle, and your thighs are trembling, overwhelmed tears rolling down your cheeks. “That's the spot, pretty girl? Feeling good?”

You barely have the words to describe how amazing he feels, his fat cock pushing hard against your g-spot, unrelenting. “It’s so, it’s so good, Marc. Oh god, oh my fucking god.”

“Shit, taking it so good. So goddamn beautiful like this.” Your body bounces with every one of his thrusts, the hand he has in your hair keeping you from bumping your head into the cupboard behind you. He tugs your face towards him.

“Open.”

Your mouth drops open, almost unconsciously, and Marc spits into your sticky mouth. He groans like he’s dying when you swallow, unthinking and so fucking dumb on his cock that it’s got him lightheaded.

“Good girl,” he groans, and you whine in the back of your throat at the praise. Every thrust into your sensitive pussy feels like lightning rocketing up your spine, and your legs raise higher around Marc’s hips, your heels digging into his ass, urging him in again and again.

“Gonna cum, gonna fucking cum, Marc,” you whisper, your throat tight and achy. “Please, please, please,” you don’t really know what you’re begging for, not really, but Marc answers your pleas anyway.

“Right behind you baby, c’mon, c’mon,” Marc grunts, rutting into you feverishly. “Gotta feel this pretty pussy make a mess around my cock.”

You press yourself into his neck again as you cum, wetting his shoulder with tears as you gasp wetly, your body shuddering uncontrollably. Marc is murmuring little praises into your hair as he finally presses his hips as far as he can go, cock pulsing and filling you with his cum. “So good, baby, y’did so good for me. Looking so pretty for me, sweetheart, how did I manage to land you?”

You answer him with a chaste kiss, tilting your head up from his neck to meet his lips. You cling to each other, unwilling to let go while you will your heartbeats to beat slower, in time with one another.

Marc thinks that he could bask in this moment forever, with you in his arms, warm and soft against him. He hasn’t had a lot of softness in his life. Maybe you’re the softest thing in the world.

Then you giggle softly under his chin, and it sounds like sunlight. He tilts his head down to meet your eyes, mirroring your blinding smile.

“Damn, if I knew that wearing your sweaters would make you fuck me like that, I’d never take them off,” you whisper, unwilling to interrupt the unshakeable sense of peace that fills the kitchen.

“Baby, if you did that, we’d never make it out of the apartment.”

#marc spector loml #i find him a lot easier to write than steven for some odd reason #its probably bc hes sad and tortured #marc spector x you #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #steven grant smut #moon knight smut #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader #idk why it takes me so long to write stuff #no writing stamina gang rise up

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