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byeol-ssi · 2 years

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Byeol~ I hope you're having a lovely time wherever you are!! You can do this when you're not busy, but I wanted to make a drabble request with the "there's only one bed" prompt with Ayato and Childe <33 I'm stuck between Diluc and Scaramouche (since your characterization for them is to die for) so you can choose whoever you like more for the last. Thank you so much and have a good time!

underneath twilight ♡ part one

✦ ayato. childe. diluc. scaramouche. x gn!reader | part two.

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW) + various tropes.

ayato *. ⋆ lord and employee relationship

your eyes bounce between the extravagant king-sized bed and sofa. immediately, you make a beeline for the latter and promptly sit down on it.

as you fluff the cushions on the sofa, AYATO's shadow casts over where you are. aside from his clean, familiar scent that was enough to scramble your brain whenever it enveloped you, he was the only other person in the room.

the room he insisted you stay in — reasoning that it was reckless for you to sleep with the other male housekeepers, and that no one would wait on him.

wasn't it the same though, staying in the same room as him? you wanted to question, but refrained, biting your tongue instead. he'd most likely find another way to have the last word. he always did.

you look up at him, folding your hands in your lap and offering him a polite bow. "i bid you goodnight, milord. please do not hesitate to wake me if you require anything."

ayato hums, tilting his head in your direction playfully, before elegantly taking a seat next to you. he crosses his legs, blatantly making himself comfortable.

you blink dumbly. what was he up to now? squirming slightly under his gaze, you cautiously approach, "my lord?"

"go ahead. sleep," he taunts airily. his voice drops an octave lower when he follows his challenge with, "i'll move you to the bed once you do."

your stomach knots furiously, and it only worsens when he leans in abruptly. the commissioner seemed to have no concept of personal space, as he always lingered a little too close — never at a distance that could allow you to form coherent thoughts.

the only problem was, you didn't mind this as much as you should have.

"is that what you were hoping for?" he asks, tone changing from teasing to innocent so startlingly it almost gave you whiplash.

but after working alongside him for several years, you knew that ayato was never innocent — no matter how much he tried to hide it behind an innocuous facade composed of eloquence, grace, and close-lipped smiles.

"i wouldn't dare!" you refute a tad too late. and with the cheery grin on his face, he knows you had considered it. sputtering out, "i could not possibly allow you to sleep here!"

"i never mentioned that i would." he stands up, finally giving you a chance to breathe again, and makes a show of clambering into bed. laying on his side, his eyes shone with a gleam you were all-too-familiar with. "i'll stay right here. beside you."

the long whoosh of air that gets knocked out of you a second time leaves you speechless, and all you could do was stare at him, open-mouthed, from where you sat.

when you don't move, ayato sighs. "would you rather i turn this into an order?" he says it good-naturedly, though you knew firsthand that he'd make do with this threat. "i will not lay a hand on you. quite frankly, i cannot be bothered with the paperwork if you do report me for harassment."

and even though ayato was never innocent, he's never placed you in harm's way. so, you slowly make your way to the bed with your back against the wall, arms slightly raised in apprehension.

still, you wonder if you could get away with strangling him in his sleep. you're pretty sure you'd be doing everyone a favor. perhaps a generous reward awaits you from guuji yae.

ayato only tracks your figure with a lazy, amused smile. like a fox waiting for its prey.

eventually, you find yourself under the covers. exhausted from today's activities and not wanting to deal with the man next to you, you fall asleep rather quickly after a murmured goodnight.

propping his head in his fist, he gingerly pulls the blanket closer below your chin. his hand lingers there for a second, thinking about how easily you'd fallen into his whims.

his hand trails down to your jawline, tracing it as you slept. his heart is barely beating when a content sigh leaves your lips, feeling as if he could stay in this moment forever.

in this moment, where you felt within his reach. and although you always were, given your occupation, tonight felt like he was hanging by a thin thread — suspended in time.

a place where status did not matter. a place where he did not have to mind prying eyes, and meddlesome mouths. a place where, even while you were asleep, his touch could cause you such contentment.

and that was enough for him.

for now, at least.

childe *. ⋆ childhood friends to lovers

"leave that for tomorrow," CHILDE complains, calling out to you from the other side of the room.

"i know, i know," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you finally switch the lights close. "'m coming."

it's almost pitch-black, and the cool weight of evening and fatigue fall on your shoulders. only silhouettes dance within the shadows as you maneuver in the dark to locate your bed.

your knees hit the edge of its frame, and you pat the surface blindly. childe lets out a small grunt, "that was my stomach," he all but wheezes.

"sorry," you snickered, not sounding a bit apologetic.

childe coming over to sleep was nothing new. the two of you were inseparable when you were younger, and you shared many other things besides a bed growing up.

that is until he disappeared from your life for quite a while, and this little sleepover would mark the first time in a long time again.

though not much has truly changed.

he's still insisted that you take the side that's right next to the wall, with him closest to the door. he explained that he'd be able to protect you much more quickly if ever someone intruded.

and like before, you're always the last to come to bed, so you always find yourself crawling over him to get to your spot.

but the passage of time does not keep everything the same. it's inevitable — something that goes by unnoticed when you don't pay attention. not until the shifts are right in front of you.

because now, you've forgotten that childe's taller. much broader. and before you realize it, you clumsily fall over half of his body. he lets out a second grunt that night, and with a strength you don't recall he possessed before, he keeps you there by draping an arm over your hip.

you strain your head up to look at him, the tip of your nose brushing his neck. this too, seemed like a new development. one you weren't overly opposed to. hesitantly, you whisper, "childe ... ?"

"stay there," he mumbles, releasing you momentarily to fix your positions and the blanket over both of you. you bury your face in his neck as he holds you in an attempt to become snug.

"good?" he asks quietly. his fingers thread in your hair, featherlight touches as they dance atop your scalp.

you hum an affirmative reply, clinging to his shirt just a little more.

"good." there's a fond lilt in his voice, and you knew that he'd probably give you shit about this tomorrow morning, but you couldn't help it.

despite the changes, despite all the years that passed, he still felt warm and familiar. solid and safe.

"i didn't know you missed me this much," he teases. apparently, he couldn't wait until tomorrow.

"i did," you admit, and childe is partly taken aback, not expecting you to humor him with blunt honesty. "more than you know."

the arm around you tightens, pulling you even closer to his side. feigning his laid-back demeanor, he easily replies with, "oh, i know."

you huff, managing a retort despite your weariness. "you're so annoying."

he laughs, and you feel his entire upper body shake. his hand goes to your upper arm, rubbing it up and down mindlessly. "but you love me."

"i do," you whisper. the confession is so delicate — so raw — that his hand stills in their movements while sleep drags you deeper into its hold. "more than you know."

vaguely, you feel him angle his head to look down on you. something damp presses against your forehead so lightly, that you almost believe that you were dreaming already.

but childe's lips murmur against your forehead.

"i love you more." he breathes.

diluc *. ⋆ fake dating

DILUC pinches the bridge of his nose in aggravation. he didn't account for how kaeya and the others would actually go this far.

it started with a straightforward proposition. a simple scheme to get elzer and kaeya off his back, but he didn't foresee this far ahead into the future, nor considered this possibility.

a future where you're both forced to share a room since you were parading around as "lovers" in mondstadt.

"i'm really sorry," you began, and diluc hates the way you sound so remorseful. this wasn't even your fault, as it was him who'd stupidly roped you into this entire predicament. "i could ask the front desk if they have another spare room, but they might find out that we separated ways."

and he hates that it's still him, his reputation, his well-being, that you were considering to the very end. "i don't care. i would much rather have you sleep comfortably instead of keeping up with this act. i can sleep on the floor or move rooms —"

"it's fine!" you blurt out. diluc opens his mouth to protest again, but you hurriedly propose, "we can share! it's just two people sleeping."

with the look on your face, diluc knew you weren't entirely convinced as well. but then you continue with forced indifference lacing your voice, "plus ... this is all just fake, right?"

an arrow pierces through his chest.

"yes," he lies, mouth going dry. the arrow's steel tip digs down a little deeper.

you nod, gifting him with a smile that's meant to reassure him, but diluc only feels dishonorable. after a while of awkwardly shuffling around one another, you feel the bed dip beside you as he finally lies down.

"should i head down and request another blanket?" diluc offers. truly, why would whoever designed this room place an enormously large bed with a single piece of cloth that was half its size?

you swallow nervously, avoiding his eye. "we could also ... share. if you don't mind."

he gives you the tiniest little nod, and before he can spark another argument about moving rooms once more, you scoot closer to his side until you're flush against him.

draping the blanket over both of you, he wonders if you could hear the hammering of his heart in this dead of night. it would be impossible for you not to.

"please sleep well." your words come out muffled from his chest, and your breathing slowly evens out.

he keeps his arm above your shoulder, afraid to wrongly touch you anywhere else.

he's aware that you've both gone too far to go back, and that you're both too terrified to move forward. and with the way he pulls you closer, presses you more tightly against him, even he can't deny that this wasn't just for warmth anymore.

because with every minute that goes by, diluc knows he can't ever let you go. not when you feel like home in his arms.

so he closes his eyes and decides that when the sun rises, he needs to make this all real, somehow.

but that was a promise for tomorrow when you both start anew.

scaramouche *. ⋆ enemies to lovers

"listen, can we please just get this over with?" you plead wearily.

SCARAMOUCHE stood by the edge of the singular bed that you were currently arguing over. exhaustion permeated the air, as today's mission was longer than most — courtesy of your assigned partner, who never failed to give you a migraine — and you definitely did not want to sleep on cold, hard ground tonight.

scaramouche closes his eyes with an irritated click of his tongue, looking as equally exhausted as you did. still, he manages to sneer and say, "and as i said, i'll be taking the bed."

you heave a sigh, massaging your temples. "no, you'll take the floor."

"i won't. do you forget your place? i carry a higher rank than you do."

"fine," you spit out bitterly. "i'll go and ask childe if i can room with him. maybe he won't be an immature ass and actually knows how to fucking share."

that's when his head snaps back to look at you again. bingo. his nostrils flare while he glowers at you — an expression you were practically immune to by now. "i can fucking share."

"see?" you scoff. archons, he was so predictable. "must you always win?"

unbeknownst to you, scaramouche lets that comment slide, distracting himself by rearranging the extra pillows into a line down the middle of the bed, splitting it in half.

because yes, when it comes to you, he'll always win. he wants — needs — to.

he gets in first, and you follow right after without any semblance of fear. it's something that's bothered him up to this very day and is responsible for the tight feeling in his chest whenever in your orbit that he's yet to name or acknowledge at all.

"stay on your fucking side or i will burn this entire place down," scaramouche warns threateningly.

you don't miss a beat when you answer just as rudely, "then we wouldn't have anywhere else to sleep, you idiot."

both of you lay there in stifling silence for a while, both staring up at the ceiling. neither of you questioned the tsaritsa's orders whenever you were forced to work together — but sleeping was a dangerous and vulnerable position to be caught in even if you were technically on the same side.

and it seemed like both of you was aware of that.

"thank you," you express quietly, clearing your throat. your words hang heavily above your head, but you carry on. "i wasn't entirely keen on sharing a room with childe. or anyone else, if i'm being truly honest."

the air shifts ever so slightly, and scaramouche stays silent for three more seconds before he can prevent himself from asking, "because?"

he feels you move to peek at him from the fortress of pillows, and he can nearly imagine the astonishment on your face. as much as he wants to witness it, he keeps his eyes stubbornly trained on the ceiling.

"oh. well, i'm simply not as comfortable with the others unlike when i'm with you," you reveal easily, lying back down.

a feeling of pride surges in his chest.

"and i'm sorry —" you begin before he cuts you off.

"it's ... fine," he responds curtly. the phrase felt so foreign on his tongue. dealing with forgiveness was never his specialty. normally, whoever slighted him never lived to see another day to apologize.

"but are you always this talkative even before you sleep?" he gripes without any real malice to it.

you let out a small, drowsy laugh, and he finds himself enamored with the sound, instead of being vexed. he doesn't fight the urge anymore and turns his head to look at you.

he's grateful he did.

it was the first time he'd seen you laugh, genuinely, without any pretense, and it filled him with another strange, unfamiliar, burst of emotion.

"only with you," you mumble softly, a small smile playing on your lips. "goodnight, idiot."

he merely scoffs at your name-calling, not wanting to presume how affectionate it almost sounded. soon, he allows himself to rest, sleeping soundly for the first time in years.

and neither of you says anything when you both wake up entangled in each other's arms.

the line of pillows gone, boundaries crossed, and sides long forgotten.

✦ byeol’s notes: thank you to the lovely nonnie who requested this! i decided to do them all, my way of saying thanks for being so sweet and i loved the idea! and to my other readers, i'll be back to posting regularly — at least, once a week — if life is kind. ♡

i've been catching up on kdramas and manhwas, so you might've noticed that ayato's part is inspired by that one scene in the business proposal and the duke's cursed charm.

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! feel free to send any requests in. thank you sm and ily <3

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finniestoncrane · 2 months

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As someone who is a clean freak with slight germaphobia and gets grossed out VERY easily (to the point that I wear gloves a lot LMAO), I would be MISERABLE with Digger. However. This goes not make him ANY less pretty-boy OR stop the fact that I'd make out with him sloppy style. ANYWAYS: Headcanons with him being with a clean freak? I'm nothing if not self-indulgent HGSHADGDHGAHDG ALSO HI FINNIE I HOPE YOU'RE WELL !!

Clean Freak Reader

KTJL!Boomer Headcanons literally couldn't be me, like literally, i am in awe of people who can keep things clean. unfortunately, digger and i would stew in our own filth, so we need people like you to come fix it for us (also i picked his nastiest face for this) 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some mentions of nsfw things, it's fuckin boomer so of course

this is EXACTLY what he needs, i am a big believer in opposites attract and balancing things out and all that jazz!! so someone who can bring out a... neater(?) side of him would only be a positive

it means he can be his authentic self with the added bonus of knowing someone's going to clean up after him, or at the very least keep him clean enough that he doesn't die

he'd struggle a lot with letting you clean up his van, or trimming up his facial hair, or forcing him into a deep cleansing bath, because he would believe you are washing away his natural, sexy musk (which you would be, tbh)

but if the reward is having you actually touch him without grimacing or swallowing your nerves, then he'll concede

also, obviously, having someone who is a clean freak means that you'll be doing most of the tidying up, yeah? like the dishes, trash, laundry, general getting-rid-of-stains?

if so, might he trouble you to don a little maid outfit? i mean yeah, you're already doing him a massive favour, and no, he hasn't exactly remembered to thank you for it

BUT the least you could do is make it a bit sexy for him!!

you are going to end up in a situation where you're not sure when the line between mommy/daddy and actual parent got blurred

he doesn't mean to take advantage of you, and he doesn't mean to be so manipulative, but a few blinks of his big eyelashes can have you cooking, cleaning and mollycoddling him after his failed attempts at murdering the flash or robbing a bank

the positive is that he is very easily trainable, like a puppy!!

you just have to find his motivation. some puppies like attention, some puppies like praise, some puppies are treat and food oriented. you just have to find his thing!

and it's fairly obvious what his thing is...

so if you need to give him a quick handjob to get him to wash behind his ears or put his empty tinnies in the bin instead of on the floor, is that really anything less than a win-win?

i don't think you would ever change him, and i don't think he'd ever truly be appreciative of all your efforts, because he would never ask for things to be clean and tidy

but he'd cherish the thought you put into keeping him from succumbing to several diseases, and any time you spend around him is a bonus in his eyes

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vodika-vibes · 29 days

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Congrats on your new follower event! Can I request pearl with Cody? Thanks!

It's Always Been You

Summary: You’ve been in love with your Commander almost since the moment you met him. Unfortunately, he seems to think that you’re just waiting until you meet someone better.

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader

Word Count: 797

Prompts: Pearl - Honest Love

Warnings: Some misunderstanding, but it's cleared up pretty quickly

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! Sorry that it took so long~

You fold your leg under yourself as you scan your datapad for the movie that you’re looking for. It’s late, late enough that you should probably be sleeping, but you’re far too wired to sleep. Besides, Cody is sprawled on the bed next to you, absently looking over your shoulder at your datapad.

You don’t get to spend a lot of time with him, what with the war and him being Marshal Commander, and the fact that you’re technically his subordinate and this whole relationship is a massive gray area.

But that’s a problem for future you to worry about. Present you just wants to be happy and safe and warm.

“Can’t find your movie?” Cody asks, his voice low and warm.

“I downloaded a lot of movies before we left Coruscant.” You admit as you continue scrolling, “And books. And music.”

He laughs and shifts to slide his arms around your waist as well as rest his head on your shoulder, “How much free time do you expect to have?”

“Well, assuming that no one does anything stupid, hopefully a lot.” You press your cheek against the top of his head and are rewarded with the sensation of his arms tightening around you.

“Well, I’m going to intentionally download a virus to give you something to do.”

“That’s so mean.” You say as you shoot him an amused look, “At least make it look like an accident.” He shoots you an angelic look, and you release a bubbling laugh.

For a moment, his expression is warm and fond, though it falters to something a little more wistful and longing. An expression that you’ve been seeing more and more on his face lately.

Slowly you set your datapad down and you press your hand against his cheek, “Cody, is something wrong?”

“Why do you ask?”

“You look,” You pause as you try to place the emotion, “sad.” You finish.

Cody’s quiet for a long moment, long enough that you think that he’s going to ignore your question, and then he shifts and pulls away from you, moving so that he’s sitting on the bed next to you.

You sit up as well, “Cody?”

“You are far too observant,” He grumbles, as he doesn’t quite meet your gaze, “I’ve been thinking,” he adds, his voice carefully light, “about how long I’m going to have this for.”

You blink at him, “I mean…I’m not going to kick you out, but you have to go back to being Commander when the sun rises-?”

He laughs softly, “That’s not what I mean.”

“Oh.”

Cody is quiet for a moment, and when he speaks, it’s slow, as though he’s trying to think of the best way to say what he’s thinking, “I’m wondering how long I get to have you for. How long before you find someone better. Someone more deserving.”

His words hit you with all of the force of a slug shot.

“You think I’m looking for an upgrade?” You ask, genuinely hurt, “Have I said something to make you think that? Or…or did something?” You wrack your memory, trying to think of a time when you might have even implied that you were looking for someone other.

His hand is warm against your cheek, pulling you from your spiraling thoughts with startling ease, “No. You’ve always been very good at keeping your focus on me when we’re together.” Cody says quietly, “But…we both know that this is temporary.”

“...is it?” You ask, somehow even more hurt, “I kind of thought it was forever. It kind of sounds like you’re the one looking for an upgrade.”

He stares at you hard, “I think there’s been a miscommunication somewhere.” Cody finally says, “Cyare, what are your feelings towards me?”

“I love you.” You say it easily. Because it is easy. It’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done, “But…but if you don’t feel the same way, I can pretend that I don’t.”

“Even though I’m just a clone?” Cody asks, “Even though you can have someone better?”

“You’re not ‘just an’ anything, Cody.” You say with a frown, “Not to me. And I don’t want ‘better’. What even is better? Richer? If I was worried about money I wouldn’t have joined the military.”

“I have no prospects for the future, cyare-”

“Cody is Cody and Cody is who I want.” You interrupt, “But…only if that’s what you want too.”

He laughs softly, and leans in to kiss you, slowly and deeply. “It is what I want. More than anything. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

You sigh softly, and climb into his lap, “You scared me. I thought you were going to kick me to the curb.”

“I would never.” His arms tighten around her, “I love you too, after all.”

#star wars #tcw #vodika vibes 500 followers celebration #commander cody x reader #cody x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #gn!reader fic #answered asks

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misc-obeyme · 7 months

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For kinktober, maybe Leviathan and dacryphilia? I want to make that boy SOB-

So excited for this! I always love your work

Hello, anon! And thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying my writing! <3

Okay, hopefully I didn't go overboard with how much Levi is crying, but you said you want to make him sob, so here we are lol. I very much believe that it's praise that will make Levi cry every time. Is that based on personal experience? No absolutely not. I just want to praise him until the end of time, that's all.

Anyway, I'm hoping this turned out okay!

Thanks for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Leviathan

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: dacryphilia, penetration (reader receiving), pet name (for Levi, also I almost never include pet names but it just felt right this time lol I'm sorry in advance)

It was a quiet day at the House of Lamentation. For once, you were almost alone in the house. Most of the brothers were out somewhere else. Lucifer was in his office working and Leviathan was with you, but otherwise the place was empty.

You had convinced Levi to leave his room long enough to come to your room because you wanted to watch anime with him while sitting comfortably on your bed. Levi was a blushing mess as you settled in beside him. It was clear he was trying not to react to the way you rested your head on his shoulder.

About halfway through the episode, you noticed that Levi was squirming quite a bit beside you. It wasn't like him to get distracted while watching anime, so you turned your head to look at his face.

You weren't surprised to see his blush, but he also wasn't even looking at the screen. You felt around for the remote, finding it under your fingers before pausing the show.

Levi blinked. "Huh? Why did you pause it?"

"You aren't even watching," you said, sitting up to look at him more directly.

Levi rubbed at the back of his head, his eyes on the ceiling. "Of course I was! The librarian was about to take off her glasses and reveal her beauty!"

This was proof of nothing because it was obvious that was about to happen next. Any otaku worth his salt would've been able to tell you that, even if he hadn't been paying attention. You squinted at Levi, trying to figure out what was really going on.

Your eyes traveled down from his face and that was when you finally figured it out. The bulge in Levi's pants was so obvious, you weren't sure how you didn't notice it earlier. You smirked.

"Oh," you said. "I see what the problem is."

"Y-you do?" Levi practically squeaked, still unable to look at you.

You leaned forward and put a hand on his bulge. "Why don't we take care of this so that you can focus on the show, hmm?"

Levi whimpered. "I'm so sorry, MC!" he burst out. "I'm just a gross otaku and I'm not even good at that! How could I lose focus like this during such an important episode! You don't have to do anything. Just let me go back to my own room in shame."

He was about to scramble off your bed, but you put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him back down. You straddled his hips before he could try to get away again.

"Absolutely not," you said, looking down at him. You put your fingertips on his lips. "You aren't gross, Levi. Right now? All I want to do is ride you."

Levi stared at you, seemingly at a loss for words. "Y-you want to…?"

You brushed some of his hair back and out of his eyes. "Don't you get it? I think you're beautiful. You're perfect."

The tears that filled Levi's eyes surprised you. He took in a shaky breath and closed them, causing the tears to spill over and run down his cheeks.

"No, no, baby," you said, leaning down to kiss the tears off his skin. "If you're going to cry it's because I'm making you feel good, got it?"

Levi couldn't even formulate a response. You had to take control, moving enough to pull down his pants and freeing his cock. It was still hard, even leaking, and you pumped it a few times with your hand. You were rewarded with a throaty moan, slightly tinged with the thickness of Levi's tears.

You moved enough of your own clothing to allow you to position yourself to take him in.

You paused, hands on Levi's shoulders, and looked into his eyes. They were still wet and he looked up at you as though he couldn't believe you were even real. You smiled and maintained eye contact with him while you lowered yourself down on his cock.

You weren't able to keep your eyes on him for long because they rolled back as you went all the way down, feeling the tip hit that perfect spot inside you. You moaned and Levi whimpered.

Levi's hands went to your hips, resting there almost hesitantly. You began to move and you weren't gentle. You already couldn't get enough of his cock, bouncing quickly in his lap. Levi's hands gripped harder as you did this, like he couldn't help it.

"MC, MC," he moaned out your name. When you looked at him again, you saw the tears had returned. They were trailing down his cheeks.

You put your hands on either side of his face. "These better be tears of pleasure," you said between your heavy breaths.

Levi only nodded, unable to speak. His eyes were closed now, tears continuing to seep out of them, running into your fingers.

You increased the pace, chasing that high you could feel yourself so close to. The build up and the tension filling you, as you felt Levi begin to thrust up into you, his cock hitting you so perfectly, his tears damp against your skin.

Levi cried out as he came, voice still thick with tears, and the sound of it pushed you over the edge. You clamped down on his shoulders as you felt your mingled liquids dripping down your legs.

You rested your forehead against his, gently wiping away all of his tears. "Hush now," you said. "You were amazing, Levi."

Later you would be able to finish watching the episode you had paused. But Levi insisted on keeping his head in your lap the whole time, seemingly unable to look at you. He was embarrassed about crying so much, no matter how you reassured him. You made a mental note that complimenting Levi a lot was the way to turn on the waterworks.

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justauthoring · 1 year

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needy.

prompt(s): bachira with an s/o who has a diva attitude, like she’s sassy and into high fashion, loves self-care and stuff, she would always say she’s independent but turns out she just wants to be babied by bachira all the time 🥰 gosh i love him. can i ask for first kiss scenario with him? ahhh i loved your bachira one (freaks)! sending you another bachira one if you don't mind. i would love something like ego allows them to give a phone call for like 30 minutes at home to a relative or something (but for some reason it's public or via the speaker phone with or without video, IDK), and everyone in the team is pretty surprised bachira calls a girl. bonus, mommy bachira may be there. thank you! some guys at blue lock being shocked bachira has a cute female friend ( could be a crush or something mutual) so they are being a*holes to him and tries to " show" reader they shouldn't be hanging with bachira.

a/n: i hope you all dont mind me combining your requests! i felt they combined nicely and inspired me so... yeah :) pairing: bachira meguru x f!reader word count: 1,699

Bachira had been in Blue Lock for a few weeks and as a reward for being one of the few who’d made it through second selection, he and everyone else who’d made it through had been granted a visit from any one person they may wish.

You’d figured Bachira would choose his mom – a fact you had no problem with. You knew Bachira was incredibly close with his mother and given the fact that it was just the two of them, it was something you hadn’t really thought otherwise of. Until his mother calls you one Saturday morning telling you that she practically insists you see him and that she just knows how much her baby boy must be missing you.

(He’d told her so.)

When you’d tried to fight her on it, all she said was she’d see her boy plenty when he got home and that she’d rather you be able to visit him – because she knows how much you’ve missed him. That had promptly brought a bright flush to your cheeks and a warmth of embarrassment throughout your entire body, but you’d been too flustered to deny otherwise. And honestly, she was more right than you’d like to admit.

Better yet, rather than a quick visit like you’d expected, Bachira had been granted one single Saturday out of the facility to do whatever he’d like with said one person – you.

The second you’d finished your phone call with Bachira’s mom, you’d dropped any ideas of having a lazy Saturday. Your plan of staying in your pj’s all day disappeared from your mind completely at the thought of seeing him, butterflies fluttering in your chest already without having even seen him yet. You’d rushed to get yourself ready, prettying yourself up like you always did, and putting in special effort like you always did when it came to Bachira. Dressing yourself up in a flowy skirt and a flattering blouse, while pinning your hair up in just the right way so it flatters your face – an hour later you were ready and rushing out the door so you weren’t any more late than you already were.

You went to the address Bachira’s mother had given you, and couldn’t hide the excitement that courses through your entire being when you see Bachira standing out front with a couple of other guys around him.

His name leaves your lips in an excited cry, pulling his eyes on you as he blinks at the familiar voice but not the voice he’d been expecting. When his eyes settle on you instead of his mother, there’s confusion, of course, but nothing can beat the wide grin that spreads across his lips as he pushes himself past the boys that had been standing with him, rushing to meet you halfway.

“Meguru!”

He wraps his arms around you, sweeping you off your feet in the next second as he all but spins you around in the spot. It makes your head spin but you hardly care, pressing your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself when he sets you back on your feet, a puffed breath leaving your lips as you meet his gaze.

“I thought my mom was coming,” Bachira explains, shaking his head. “She called you?”

Shrugging, you bite your lip; “might’ve yeah.” Nodding, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, hands slowly drifting off his shoulders before settling on his chest – you don’t want to let go of him quite yet. “Are you disappointed? I know you must miss your mom.”

“Disappointed?” He questions, eyes practically twinkling. “Are you crazy? I’ve missed–”

“Bachira, whose this?”

You blink at the new voice, turning your head to stare past Bachira shoulders. Your lips part at the sight of the boys who’d been standing with him before slowly making their way over to the two of you, a boy with black hair having been the one who’d spoken.

“Oh, this is Y/N/N-chan.” He introduces, gesturing to you before meeting your gaze. “And Y/N/N, this is Isagi, Chigiri, Raichi and Igarashi. They were on the team I was put on during the first selection.”

Your lips form an ‘o’, tilting your head slightly in a way that has all four of them unable to look away, “nice to meet you all,” you greet, smiling brightly.

Little do you know the way you smile, eyes sparkling and all prettily has all four boys internally drooling. Having been surrounded by only boys for the past few weeks had more of an impact than any of them had expected, and they feel almost dazed at their first sight of a pretty girl – especially when some, more than others, barely even spoke to girls before coming here (...Isagi…).

Especially when said girl – you – came for Bachira no less. A fact some find harder to believe than others.

“And you two are...?”

“Oh,” Bachira blinks, “Y/N/N’s my girlfriend.”

All four pairs of eyes bulge at that.

“Nice, man,” Isagi grins, lightly knocking his shoulder into Bachira’s, an action that has you rolling your eyes but smiling nonetheless, knowing it was in good nature. You can already tell you like Isagi, him and the pretty red-haired boy, Chigiri – they’re the only two of the four not staring at you like you’re the last girl on earth.

And also the only two meeting your eyes.

“Seriously,” Chigiri snorts before turning to you, “it’s nice to meet you.”

You bow slightly in response, happy that Bachira was able to meet such nice boys while in Blue Lock. You knew he’s already had trouble making friends in the past and amongst many other things, you’d been worried Blue Lock would be more or less the same. However, it seemed he’d been able to make at least a few, unlike the other two who are still staring at you and–

“How’d you manage to get a girl like her, bangs?” The blonde one, Raichi you believe, all but cackles, shoving his hands in his pockets as he leers down at you. You’re not a fan of his words or the nickname. “She might be a little too, um, what’s the word? Sophisticated for you?”

Brows furrowing, your lips part to argue, before the bald-headed one cuts in before you can.

“Bachira can barely even eat by himself.” He laughs, a jeering sound as his eyes turn to you, finally meeting you in the eye. “Seriously, what do you even see in him? Is it his skills in soccer because I’m a pretty good–”

“Guys,” Isagi cuts in, frowning. “Come on.”

“What?” Raichi shrugs, “we’re just wondering, l*ser.”

Lips still in a heavy frown, you flicker your gaze over to your left, towards Bachira, noticing the pout on his lips and the way he’s gripping onto the sleeve of your jacket. But honestly, it’s the distant look in his eyes that concerns you, that same look he always gets when he’s getting stuck in his own thoughts – thoughts that were without a doubt brought about by these two a**holes.

“For your information,” you cut in, finally speaking up as you turn to the two with a heavy glare. “I am very happy to be with Bachira. He’s sweet to me, never fails to make me laugh, I’m endlessly proud of how he’s pursuing his career and he treats me far better than I’m sure either of you two could. Not only that, but I think I need him far more than he needs me.”

There’s an echo of silence as your words sink in, both Raichi and Igarashi stunned silent as Chigiri and Isagi take one look at each other before bursting out in laughter at the two’s misfortune – a sight that brings a smile to your lips as well. But then, Bachira’s hand is slipping into your own and when you turn to look at him, he’s smiling bright-eyed and it’s like he’s never looked prouder in that moment.

Good. He shouldn’t listen to those two anyways.

“Well, we only have one day, ‘Guru and I’d like to be able to spend as much of it with you as possible. Shall we?”

You gesture to your left, and with that, Bachira eagerly nods, letting you lead him off with a final wave Chigiri and Isagi’s way (but not without sticking his tongue out at both Raichi and Igarashi who are burning red in the face from embarrassment).

A few steps later and still within viewing of his friends, you stop Bachira, confusing him as you turn to him, grabbing him by the arms before leaning up, and promptly pressing your lips against his own. He freezes at the action at first, obviously not having expected it, but it doesn’t take him long to return the affection, slipping his hands around your waist much like he had moments ago. Except this time he’s gentler, a simple hug that presses you against him as he moves one hand to the back of your neck.

When you pull back, you’re breathless and dazed but you’re all too happy when you realize that they’d been watching – just like you’d wanted them to be.

“Sorry,” you breathe, “I know I said I’d give you my first kiss when you came back but…”

“Hey,” Bachira calls, uncharacteristically soft as he lets his hand cup your cheek, gently guiding your gaze upwards and at him. “That was perfect.”

Biting your lip, you grin.

“They were watching?”

Gripping his shirt, you nod. “Yup,” you assure, popping the ‘p’ as you press your nose against him. “Just like I wanted them too.”

“God, I really did miss you, you know?”

“Me too,” you pout faintly, “I can hardly survive without you.”

Bachira giggles, “just so you know, I do need you.”

“I know,” you shrug, “but... we both know I can hardly survive without you. You don’t know how hard it’s been.”

Grinning, Bachira shakes his head; “I know, baby. Must’ve been hard, huh?” He coos at you, brushing back a strand of hair as he presses' a kiss to your cheek.

And who are you to deny the truth.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagine #bachira meguru #bachira meguru x reader #bachira meguru imagine #bachira x reader #bachira imagine

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bradshawsbaby · 4 months

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Slippers with Bob and Peach? I can see these two being so cute and snuggly on a snowy morning

Let’s just hope that Bob actually makes it home safely so that he can enjoy sweet moments of domesticity like this! 👀

There was nothing that Bob loved more than slow and easy mornings at home. He’d always been a quiet man, a man who preferred the simpler things in life, but ever since the war, he’d come to cherish even more deeply the beauty of the mundane.

Take this morning, for example. Snow had been falling steadily since last night, the white frost sparkling on the bedroom windows and filling the house with an otherworldly kind of hush, the kind of stillness that you could only experience on a winter morning such as this one. Rolling over in bed, Bob smiled at the sight of you lying beside him, your long lashes resting against your cheeks, your chest rising and falling steadily, your rosy lips parted ever so slightly as you slept. He could spend all morning just basking in the wonder that was you.

You seemed to have a sixth sense for when he was awake, however. Shifting onto your side, you slowly blinked your eyes open, a sleepy smile gracing your beautiful face when you saw that he was already up and watching you.

“G’morning,” you mumbled through a yawn, giggling softly when your husband leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Good morning,” Bob whispered back, lifting a hand to stroke your cheek reverently.

“It’s still snowing,” you commented in surprise, lifting your head to look over his shoulder at the windows.

“Mhm, I’ll go out to shovel soon,” he nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist and nuzzling your neck.

“Oh no, not yet,” you told him, wrapping your arms around him. “Let’s have coffee and pancakes first,” you added with a laugh.

“Now there’s a swell idea,” Bob grinned, planting a kiss on your lips before sitting up and pushing the blankets back. When he saw you shiver slightly at the sudden chill, he jumped out of bed and slipped his feet into the new slippers you’d gifted him for Christmas, the expensive ones you and your sister had spotted at the department store.

Before you could even swing your legs over your side of the bed, Bob was kneeling down with your own slippers in hand, the ones he had purchased for you as part of your Christmas present. “Here you go, Peach,” he chuckled, slipping them on your feet and then reaching for your robe and sliding it over your shoulders.

“Why, thank you, Bobby,” you grinned, rewarding him with a kiss before the two of you walked hand in hand towards the kitchen.

Yes, there was truly nothing Bob loved more than mornings at home with you.

January OTP Prompts

#bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob & peach #letters to my love 💌#bob drabble #lewis pullman #january writing prompts

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swooningshadow · 26 days

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for your erotica prompts: oral fixation + finger sucking

"Good boy, dog. A little wider."

hi anon thank you, this was a lot of fun to write! good prompt

Wrists bound taut beneath the chin, the sub's hands pressed against their own neck in a mock chokehold. Upside down, the sub lay still, head heavy over the edge of the mattress. As the sub stretched their lips apart more, their tongue flailed about, drool threatening to drip out of both corners. Their Dom looked pleased. "Think you can hold it open like that for me, pup?" A whine eked out of the sub's mouth. "You don't get to suck till I say so, remember." Another whine, accompanied with a touch of a shudder. "Okay. Hold it." Upon hearing the command, the mutt's body tensed, focused on its master's order. Drool broke free, streaking down their cheek up toward their nose. Their lips trembled at the sight of their Dom's descending fingers, dressed in smooth, tumbled white leather. "Hold it." The fingers dropped closer, their master standing, towering over the wretched thing below. The sub's heart beat, the smell of soft leather struck, those fingers right there, so close, right there. A rumble. A laugh from above. "Good hold it, doggy." Just as another whine began to escape, the Dom dropped two fingers into their pet's mouth, swirling their tongue. Drool flooded inside all at once, flowing freely out and toward the forehead. Ever so obedient, the sub's lips began to quiver as their master lazily toyed with their tongue. "Oh, doggy, you need it? Do you need to suck, pet?" Dazed, they could only answer with a choked 'uh-huh.' "Are you that stupid for it?" A blink, unable to understand or think beyond their Dom's fingers, their Dom's taste, their Dom, their fingers, their Dom, their Dom. "Can you really not even speak?" Without hesitation, a sharp woof pulled deep from the sub's chest. This caught the Dom off guard, getting a hearty chuckle and an extra hard press onto their pet's tongue, as reward. Their skull dug into the mattress. Gravity made their ears roar. The blood rushed all at once. Lightweight. Released. And then. "Suck."

#wolfe howls #literotica #t4t nsft #t4t puppy #lgbt nsft #if you jerk off to this you have to tell me

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pastafossa · 2 years

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A Brief Existential Crisis (Matt Murdock x f!Reader; Fic)

Because this fluffy idea wouldn’t let me go so now you all get a drabble. Set in TRT!Verse but not required reading. SFW. Minor spoilers for ep 8 of She Hulk!

"She didn't know who I was," Matt said mournfully, staring blindly up at you.

"I'm sorry," you said, radiating as much sympathy as you could while also still kinda distracted by the Los Angeles weather report on the hotel tv. How was 68 degrees considered freezing?

"No one else recognized me either," he mumbled, his chest heaving on a great sigh. "All night. One guy even called me a gold ninja devil."

"Ridiculous," you agreed as he slowly edged his head further into your lap. You forced down your grin, which was especially difficult when his expression was so pitiful, not unlike that of a kitten caught in the rain. "Yes? What is it, beloved husband of mine?"

"You know what I want." He made a sad little noise, arching further into your lap until his head bumped your opposite hand where you'd settled it on your thigh. "Please, sweetheart. I need the dopamine after everything that happened."

You snorted and gave in, running your fingers fondly through his dark hair. You even made sure to scratch with your nails just for the way it made him purr and melt into your lap, his eyes rolling back as his mouth fell slack.

Unfortunately, this particular existential crisis was too great to be struck low but something so minor as your fingers in his hair.

"Is it... the suit?" he mumbled, the words just a little slurred. "Not... mm, mm.... recognizable?"

Honestly, considering the color, he's now recognizable from space.

It was just a good thing he was handsome enough to pull it off.

"You're always recognizable as the only Devil-based hero with any real charm," you said confidently, keeping your thoughts to yourself. You shifted your fingers to his temple, scratching at a new spot. You were rewarded with a blatant moan, Matt's toes curling in his socks. "Trust me. It's not you. It's them. LA is, uh... just... more focused on... its own thing. You know how it is. So fuck em. You're still my favorite even if they don't know you."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. And think about it this way. You might be less known, but that just means you're like, uh..."

"...I'm small-time," he sighed gloomily. "Just admit it."

"Hang on, I've got a comparison coming." You rolled your head up, narrowing your eyes at the ceiling in thought as Matt rolled over to burrow in against your abdomen with an exaggerated groan of sorrow. But there was no hiding his grin, not once you could feel it. "Don't suffocate yourself just yet."

He mumbled something unintelligible, and presumably tragic and martyr-y.

It took you a minute, but then you nodded. "Ok, I've got it."

He grunted, and tipped his head a little in prompting until you started dragging your fingers through his hair again, this time at the back of his head where the Devil mask always made him sore. The, "Mm?" he let out in response was glutted and thick, like the slurred purr of a cat on its back in a puddle of sunshine.

"You are basically one of those 'best kept secrets of the city' things," you said lightly. "All the tourists flock to the flashy stuff, restaurants that are shiny and get all the attention. But the locals know where the good stuff is, the quality stuff, and they know the best burgers always come from that one mom and pop hole in the wall. They don't tell the non-locals, cause someone might steal the recipe or buy it out. That's what you are. You're that burger."

There was a pause, and then he tipped his face up so you could see his warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That was very sweet."

"Thank you."

"It's also horseshit."

You groaned, rolling your head back as he laughed and dropped his head back onto your lap. "Come on, it was a good comparison!"

"No, no, there's no helping it. I just have to grieve my murdered ego," he sighed, blinking sadly up at you. Or your chin, really, but it was close enough. "There is one thing that might help me feel better, though, and distract me from my wounded pride."

"What's that?"

He hummed, licking his lips as he rolled onto his side, his head still on your lap, close enough for him to nuzzle at your abdomen. "I could eat."

Your brow furrowed. "We literally ate an hour ago. We went through In-N-Out. You were not impressed, you blasphemer."

He hummed, before leaning in and pointedly nipping the waistband of your sweats.

Oh.

"I'm hungry, sweetheart," he murmured, tipping his head down towards your lap as he drew in a slow inhale. "So hungry and empty where all my pride used to be. Can't I just have a little to help fill that void?"

"Oh my god, Matt," you choked out, two seconds away from losing it as he rolled upright to grab your legs and drag you down the bed until you were flat on your back.

"You're the one that chose food for your metaphor," he said with a grin, nudging your legs apart. "I'm just following my wife’s example."

"Oh alright, I suppose I could be charitable just this once. You did get spanked by a Hulk today, after all."

"She caught me. She didn't-"

"Spanked," you repeated gleefully, making him snort. "Want me to kiss the print on your ass and make it better?"

"At least let me eat dinner first."

"Fine. But I expect it as my tip at the end."

"Deal."

#matt murdock x f!reader #the red thread #daredevil x f!reader #daredevil #matt murdock #fic #fanfic #drabble #reader #reader fic #reader insert #she hulk attorney at law spoilers #matt using his misfortune in order to get sympathetic head scratches #and dinner while he's at it

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the-cat-at-the-theatre-door · 6 days

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“I never thanked you,” Alonzo mutters to the wind, pushing the cool damp of his nose between the spaces of Munkustrap's ribs. The larger tomcat has not moved since sprawling beside him a half hour ago; more's the pity, Munkustrap thinks, amused, as his self imposed "break" which he had been hoping would turn into a nap (but the never ending turning cogs of his mind had very quickly vetoed that idea) was only meant to be ten minutes or so.

Munkustrap is hesitant to touch without permission, but he finds an opportunity such as this rare enough as is, and Alonzo hardly seems to mind the gentle pull of claws through the fur of his back. If anything, he is rewarded with a firmer pressure against his side, the softest beginnings of a purr rattling the cage of his heart. He is tempted to say nothing - to allow Alonzo to conclude the drifting of his thought until he reached shore - but if he had learned anything from their short time in one another's company, it's that oftentimes Alonzo needed a buoy thrown his way to keep the rare emotional displays from drowning. “Thanked me? For what?”

“I’m not sure," he answers, muffled and quiet. "If it weren't for you, well...for saving me, I guess.” Alonzo pretends to yawn, punctuating the statement with an attempt at frivolity; as though the promptness of his answer did not suggest he hadn't been working the courage up to say it for perhaps longer than they had been laying there.

He sits up, balanced on the cross of his forearms so they are near nose to nose. Munkustrap pauses, claw catching in the beginnings of a mat. Alonzo doesn't even flinch.

"So...thank you."

Suddenly, his heart is full. It is full and near bursting; he can hardly breathe. Dozens upon dozens of things he could say - should say - gather at the tip of his tongue, but none seem right. None seem to convey exactly the feeling bubbling within him, hotter and hotter until adoration threatens to pour from him like a whistling steam cloud. It only burns steady in his chest.

“Nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility,” Munkustrap teases instead, settling on his stories and poets in that odd, shy way of his. Strange how often he seemed so much larger than life, yet in moments like these he shrunk and wilted. The larger tomcat wrinkles his nose, confused, but before he can open his mouth to object, Munkustrap hastily continues: “I think you did that all on your own.”

They are quiet a moment, staring back and forth in a single, unbroken loop. Munkustrap counts the stars - blinking and shifting in their shapes - reflected in the black of Alonzo's eyes.

The same eyes he eventually rolls, sclera glowing pale in the steady dropping of the moon instead.

“You’re so weird, Munk," he sighs, but Munkustrap can hear how pleased he is - how embarrassed; and when he kisses him, whiskers, teeth and all, the kettle boils over.

#i've been possessed by...something #Alonzo #Munkustrap #alonzostrap #my fanfic #fanfiction #i'm going to just start posting bits and pieces of nothing that will likely not go anywhere #just because i can #use shakespeare quote because feelings are hard

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hebimoonlightwrites · 7 months

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Im gonna be bad and request another NSFW with the summer prompt 🛀 with Haruomi <3 <3 😳😳 Can you make it soft and cuddly kind of NSFW,I just think it s something Haruomi would do with his Freader after a really long day at Raimentai then Paradox Club!

Writer's corner: Heyy! Sorry again for being very late at posting your request, sweetheart! It kinda took me some more time, as I wanted to make it perfect. We both know how difficult Haruomi is, aww♥ (but we all like him anyway!). As usual, let me know if there's something you want me to change or fix! Thank you for requesting!♥ Enjoy~

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER (FEM!reader)

Words: 979

Warnings: Soft NSFW!! (PLEASE, MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT!), kinda NSFW, mostly cuddly and teasing

☀️𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐨𝐦𝐢☀️𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

🛀: Having a bath together (NSFW)

That night the moon couldn't be seen, as the wind blew and the clouds were hiding its light with their shapes. Haruomi's steps could be heard more than usual, as his shoes were moving occasionally hitting some puddles on the ground. The streetlights were making the rain drops on Haruomi's black hair sparkles in the night. His hair was messy but fluffy, while his amber eyes, lost in his own thoughts, had an hint of tireness in them. It was evident: the only thing Haruomi wanted after that long day- first at Raimentai and second at Club Paradox- was to get to home and relax. He could still hear Club Paradox's music and noises in his ears, as he was now alone, walking home.

As he got home, he could only find you laying on the couch, your soft lips softly parted as your breathing was regular. Your cute eyes closed and your soft hair all over the pillow your arms were sweetly hugging. Haruomi smiled slightly at the sight of your cute body laying there. He let out a soft chuckle, almost not audible: "did you try to stay up and wait for me...?", he got closer and patted your head softly. As a response he received a mumble. He smiled slightly and kissed your forehead, as he whispered: "you're so stubborn.. I had told you to go to sleep early... you worked so hard, yet you stayed up for me...". He then sighed and walked to the bathroom, noticing that you had already prepared his clean clothes and the bathtub for him. Haruomi only sighed and smiled slightly again, his amber eyes looking for your sleeping figure again. That's when he noticed that you were slowly waking up: "Babe..?", you whispered with a tired voice. As you stretched your body, moving your arms up, his piercing eyes moved on your cute expression and on your belly visible due to the top. After some seconds Haruomi noticed your clean clothes next to his ones, they all folded in the bathroom.

"Why are your clothes there too?", he asked. The black-haired man had actually understood... "Didn't you have a bath yet?", he continued, standing in front of the bathroom, holding the door's handle with an hand, his head turned to look at your figure. You stood up, scratching the back of your head, getting your hair messier but fluffier too. His amber eyes sparkled.. you were too cute, even that way. His lips curved slighty in a smirk. "No.. I was waiting for you.", you smiled and got closer, your hair looked like a cute cloud, one of those which were covering the moon that night. The only difference in Haruomi's eyes was that that cloud of your hair wasn't hiding the beautiful light of your eyes and personality. He couldn't see the moon that night, but the sun in your eyes, shining the brightest. He sighed: "You want to cuddle?", he asked without any hesitation. You blushed but nodded smiling.

"Okay... this will be your reward for the hard work.", he whispered as his hand caressed your cheek and his lips met yours. In a blink of eyes, you both were cuddling in the bathtub, your body on his, your skin in contact with his. The water in the bathtub wasn't too hot, but warm enough to let you both relax. You could feel his big and strong hands moving up and down on your back, slowly and sensually. Haruomi liked to tease you as he playfully moved his fingertips on your skin in cicles. Your lips occasionally met, just like your hands massaging his chest. Both of your eyes staring into each other, as your love wasn't fake, but real, authentic. Even if Haruomi wasn't an extroverted man, his love for you was pretty visible. Everyone knew that he would have done even impossible things to make you the happiest woman alive. And you knew it was true. You would have done your best.. you would have given all you had to him...

"Was that a shiver? Hehe..", he whispered and chuckled as you suddenly shivered softly at his touch. You could only giggle nervously. But Haruomi's defensive part spoke for him: "You want to get dressed, babe..?", he whispered with a tone of voice different from his usual one. It was low, it was soft and lovely. You shook your head: "N-no... I...", you moved your head on his chest and you could hear his heartbeat being relaxed yet strong, as if he was living one of the most important moments of his entire life. Suddenly you could feel his hands moving on your skin, reaching your thighs and lower back. His caresses felt like heaven.. no, better... his caresses were heaven for you. You sighed softly and closed your eyes, feeling as if nothing else mattered in that moment, but you both being together that close. You could feel his breathing against your head, his lips occasionally meeting your hair and, even if you weren't looking at him, you knew he was getting lost in the scent of your shampoo, closing his piercing amber eyes as his nose was meeting your hair for the umpteenth time. You smiled. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your lap on his, and your hands caressing the back of his head, your fingers moving through his black hair.

"Are you sleeping?..", he whispered before playfully biting your ear: "Don't fall asleep here or you're gonna get a cold, you dummy sleepyhead..". You chuckled and snuggled against his bare chest again. You loved his skin's scent too much and you really didn't want to move away, not that moment. Haruomi softly moved his hands on your lower back again, before sighing: "If you want...", he said with a lower tone of voice.

"We could keep going later... in bed."

#paradox live #paralive #pararai #paradox live scenario #paralive scenario #pararai scenario #paradox live x reader #paralive x reader #pararai x reader #paradox live buraikan #paralive buraikan #pararai buraikan #buraikan #paradox live haruomi #paralive haruomi #pararai haruomi #haruomi shingu

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kueble · 1 year

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Like a Desperate Thing

Here is an extremely late fill for the @witcher-bows-and-arrows prompt “More.” This is dedicated to @jaskierswolf who requested some thigh love. Thanks for an amazing prompt!

Explicit. Warnings: Mild breathplay, rough oral sex, Dom/sub. 1,600 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Once the last email is sent, Geralt closes his work laptop and stands, stretching his arms up over his head since he’s been at it for so long. He checks the clock and realizes he maybe went a little too long, but he knows Jaskier will still be right where he left him. With a smile on his face, he leaves his office and heads back to the living room.

Jaskier is indeed right where he left him, kneeling on a yoga mat in front of the couch. They’ve tried pillows, but Jaskier doesn’t like the way they make him fidget, claiming they’re too lumpy to work. Geralt reaches down and runs his hands through Jaskier’s hair, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. He’s completely naked, clasping his own wrists behind his back.

He’s absolutely perfect.

“Sorry I took so long,” Geralt apologizes, and Jaskier just beams up at him. “You didn’t move the whole time, though. Such a good boy for me. Good boys get rewarded.”

“Please sir,” Jaskier whispers, and Geralt runs his thumb over his lips. He’s painted them pink with some sort of gloss, and the look really works for him. The eyeliner is a lovely little touch as well, because it really makes his blue eyes brighter.

Jaskier darts his tongue out, lapping as the pad of his thumb, and Geralt can’t help sliding it inside. He presses down on Jaskier’s tongue, drawing a quiet moan out of him. His eyes start to go hazy, and Geralt increases the pressure, giving him something to focus on. He leaves his thumb there until Jaskier is whining and drooling around it.

“What do you want?” Geralt asks, and it takes Jaskier a moment to respond. He blinks slowly, already going under, and Geralt revels in how amazing he is at this. He was born to be on his knees like this.

“Can I suck you off?” Jaskier asks before hastily adding, “please.” They don’t use titles when they play like this, since neither of them really care for them. Jaskier’s little pleases are more than enough for him.

“Of course you can,” Geralt tells him before stepping out of his sweats and boxers. He takes his shirt off as an afterthought, wanting to keep it clean. He sits on the couch, legs spread and cock ready for his perfect little pet. Jaskier waits until he gestures him over with a wave of his hand to crawl over to him. He kneels between his legs awaiting more instructions. “Go on then,” Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier leans in.

Geralt is half hard already, and he quickly hardens the rest of the way as Jaskier wraps his slender fingers around his cock and strokes him slowly. Apparently he’s not in the mood to rush things tonight. He looks up at Geralt through his dark lashes, and Geralt brings a hand down to cup the back of his head. It’s just to hold, no real force behind it.

The first lick is tentative, just a flick of Jaskier’s tongue across the head of his cock. He moans softly before lapping up the bead of pre-come gathering there. Geralt groans when he sucks the tip into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he does. Jaskier’s mouth is hot and wet, and Geralt barely manages to hold himself back from thrusting into it. But no, he’ll give him his time to explore before he takes over.

Jaskier’s eyes flutter closed as he swallows Geralt down, moaning as he takes him so well. He works Geralt’s shaft with his hand, unable to fit all of him inside. Geralt knows he can deepthroat him, but he lets Jaskier draw this out. He looks gorgeous like this, lips stretched wide around Geralt’s thick cock. His lip gloss is already smearing, and Geralt knows it’s going to be completely ruined by the time they’re done.

“So good for me,” Geralt whispers, and Jaskier keens under the praise. “It’s my turn now, though. Gonna fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.” Jaskier whimpers around him, sending a shiver through him. He stills, though, giving Geralt complete control of him.

Geralt starts gentle, just a slow thrust of his hips as he holds Jaskier in place. His eyes are unfocused, and Geralt knows he’s deep in subspace right now. He looks so stunning like this, and Geralt can’t help increasing his speed, bucking his hips roughly as he buries himself to the root. Jaskier just whines and drools around him.

He is so pliant right now, just totally slack as he lets Geralt fuck his face. Geralt moves his hand from Jaskier’s cheek to the back of his head, tangling his fingers in his soft hair. He tugs sharply, and Jaskier gasps, clearly desperate for more.

Since he’d give his pretty boy damn near anything when he’s so good like this, Geralt slams his hips into him again. He holds him there, watching Jaskier bliss out as Geralt cuts off his air. He’s crying now, eyeliner smudged as fat tears fall down his cheeks. Geralt pulls back right before he hits his limit, slipping all the way out and watching as Jaskier gasps to fill his lungs.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this. Such a pretty little slut for me. You’re absolutely beautiful when you’re crying your eyeliner off,” Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier preens under the praise. He reaches down and swipes a thumb through the runny mess under his eye, and Jaskier leans into the touch. “Want me to finish in your mouth or on your face?” he asks, and Jaskier just stares up at him stupidly for a long moment.

“Face please,” he slurs out, and Geralt grins down at him.

“Good boy, using your words for me,” he whispers, making Jaskier groan again.

And then he takes himself in hand, stroking his cock quickly. He’s close already thanks to Jaskier’s clever mouth, and his orgasm builds at the base of his spine as he looks down at Jaskier’s eager gaze. His mouth is slack, tongue stuck out as he waits for Geralt to come on his face. It looks like he’s ever wanted anything more in his entire life, and that thought is what sends Geralt’s hurdling over the edge.

The first splash of come hits Jaskier on the cheek, and he moans wantonly as Geralt aims for his tongue next. He sits there with his mouth open, catching as much as he can as Geralt frantically strokes himself through his orgasm. He grunts as the last dribble falls and clings to Jaskier’s lip.

He looks like sin personified, and Geralt couldn’t love him harder if he tried.

Jaskier is shaking now, his own neglected cock red and leaking between his thighs, and Geralt knows he shouldn’t tease him any longer. Still, he can’t help reaching down and trailing his fingers through the pearly stripes painted across his cheek and sliding it into Jaskier’s mouth. He whines and sucks it clean, rocking on his knees, his hips humping the air uselessly.

Risking oversensitivity, Geralt rubs the head of his flagging cock against Jaskier’s pink lips, moaning when he swipes his tongue across it. Geralt hisses and twitches though it’s too soon to get up again. Still, he stays there until Jaskier has licked him clean, petting his head in appreciation before slumping back against the couch.

He pats his thigh and Jaskier scrambles into his lap to straddle it. His cock looks so hard it must ache, but he hovers above Geralt’s skin and waits for instructions. Geralt leans in and kisses him lazily, swallowing down each whimper that comes up until he’s sure Jaskier must be ready to burst. He pulls back with a grin and settles his hands on Jaskier’s hips, not gripping but just light enough to ground him.

“Good boys get to come,” Geralt tells him softly, dragging another whine out of him. He looks down at where Jaskier’s dick is leaking onto his hairy thigh and nods sharply. “Get yourself off, no hands, just use me.”

It’s like a switch flips, and Jaskier goes from perfectly still to humping him like a desperate thing. He buries his face in the crook of Geralt’s neck, gasping as he rocks his hips against him. He’s so wet that his cock slides easily across Geralt’s muscular thigh, and he just holds it still and lets Jaskier find his pleasure.

It doesn’t take long, and Jaskier clings to Geralt as he finds release, his fingers digging into his shoulders as he shakes in his lap. He whines, breath hitching while he grinds down into him and shoots off in bursts of hot come between them both. Geralt whispers praise into his ear, the brush of his lips against him making him whimper brokenly. Jaskier keeps rolling his hips until he’s drained and then collapses onto Geralt.

“Such a good job,” Geralt murmurs into his hair while he runs his hands up and down his sweat-slicked back. Jaskier shivers and pants against his neck, drooling on him in his fucked out state. “I’ll give you a few moments before we head to the bathroom. I’ll draw you a hot bath and get you cleaned up and fed before I tuck you into bed. So good for me, love.”

Jaskier sighs happily and melts into his embrace, practically emanating trust and affection and Geralt’s heart feels so fucking full.

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softlyspector · 1 year

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Oooh, how about prompt 45 with Santi (or with either Poe or Marc if you’d prefer, I’m not picky)

Foreheads pressed together, breath intertwining, slow, content affection + Poe Dameron

It's the morning after the end of the war.

There are things to be done, people to be seen, but Poe is still snoring next to you. He's still yours, just for a bit longer.

And, if there was ever a morning to let someone sleep in, it was this one, you reason.

You watch the slow rise and fall of his chest, the deep sleep he's still caught in. He's sleeping in yesterday's clothes, his boots the only thing he managed to take off before he collapsed. You can't tell what time it is, or how long you've been asleep, and you don't want to know. You don't need to know for once.

He smells faintly of pine and spilled beer. You smile, tracing a finger along the bridge of his nose, remembering the celebration the night before. The elation, the disbelief, that it was over.

Other problems would come, they always did, but it would not be war, it would not be what you'd just been through.

His arm is still in a sling even though he'd been treated with bacta as he'd been advised to leave it on. You'd wager it's fully healed now. You're pressed to his other side, one leg tossed over both of his, like holding onto him would always keep him with you, would let no harm come to him.

Poe twitches in his sleep, fingers tightening on the sheet tucked around him. You reach up, threading your fingers through his curls, trying to wake him gently before the nightmare can take hold.

You don't want to wake him, not really. But if you have to choose between waking him and watching him dream, you'll take this.

He blinks awake slowly, despite it all, and the smile that pulls at his lips is blinding when he finally focuses on you.

"Good morning," he says, voice scratchy and low, reaching up to pull your fingers from his hair and tangle his fingers with yours against his chest instead.

"Sorry for waking you," you lean in, pressing your forehead to his. "You were starting to dream."

"I guess I owe you a thank you then," he murmurs, nudging his chin up. You smile and reward him with a slow kiss. Poe releases your hand to slide his arm under you, the broad flat of his palm sweeping up your back in a soothing gesture.

Who he's soothing, you can't say for sure.

He's warm and you hum in contentment, balancing yourself with one palm on his chest. He nudges his nose against yours, dark eyes fluttering closed, thick lashes splashed against the circles beneath his eyes. You don't give in for a moment, just looking before he juts his chin up impatiently.

You laugh and give him what he wants.

It's quiet for a long moment, his kiss slow and unhurried in a way they never had been before, though its just as explorative. "Is it really over? Did that really happen?" He whispers when you pull away to breathe.

You press your forehead to his and blink down at him, the bottomless pools of honey brown looking back at you. "Yes," you answer, his breath fanning over your lips. "It's over Poe."

"Help me get this thing off?" He asks suddenly, struggling to sit up.

You frown but pull away, helping him deftly out of the sling.

The second it's off, he pulls you into his arms and collapses back in bed in a tangle of limbs. His fingers comb over your body and he only laughs when you complain in his ear about his being a show off. "I need both hands for this," he says, anchoring his hands on your hips before dragging them up your ribs.

He kisses you again, even slower this time, like he's trying to memorize you, like this is the first time he's really had the chance to.

You pull back, just to trace the cut of his jaw, the curve of his bottom lip. "It's over," you repeat, tugging on the buttons of his shirt.

"It's over," he echoes and then grins.

#poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader

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kezzzx · 28 days

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For the spicy prompts, #14?

This one somehow ended up a bit softer than I intended. /shrug

14. Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or belt

“Honestly it’s fine, I really don’t have that many clothes,” Wylan says from where he’s sitting on the edge of Jesper’s - their - bed.

Jesper glances at him over his shoulder. “You at least deserve a drawer, love. I can make space.”

“Maybe if you folded your clothes they’d take up less space.”

“Hey! They’re folded. Ish.” Jesper looks down at the overflowing drawers. Ish might be overstating it. He hastily folds some shirts and shuffles some things around, turning back to Wylan and gesturing at a now empty drawer. “Ta-da.”

The smile Wylan rewards him with is pure sunshine, bright and dazzling. “Thank you.”

Jesper grins back at him, stepping away from the drawers now his task is complete. Wylan reaches for him, hooking a finger into the belt of his gun holster and tugging him closer so he’s standing right in front of where Wylan sits. For some reason, Jesper finds it absurdly sexy, although maybe that’s just the way Wylan is blinking up at him, a little coy, a little bashful. What is it about this unassuming demo man that has Jesper so enraptured?

Wylan kneels up on the bed, one hand still on Jesper’s holster, the other sliding up his chest to grasp his shirt and pull him in to a kiss. It’s so reminiscent of last night, when Wylan had taken the lumpy key from Jesper’s hand and agreed to move in with him that it makes his heart clench.

He can’t help but smile into the kiss, cupping Wylan’s jaw and drawing him in close until they’re pressed chest to chest.

“We should go and get your stuff, now that I’ve made space,” Jesper says when they reluctantly part.

Wylan runs a finger along the waist of Jesper’s trousers, looks up at him from under his lashes. “It can wait a little while, can’t it?”

#spicy prompt game #wesper #six of crows #wylan van eck #jesper fahey

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anakinfests · 9 months

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it's time for day two reveals! give these wonderful works some love, please!

01. wants and needs by matchesonlyburn

On a planet whose atmosphere is filled with a gas with... interesting side effects, Anakin and Obi-Wan are sent to take out a Separatist base. Fill for the Rough Sex square in the 2023 Obikin Bingo as well as a prompt claim for the Sub!Anakin Fest

02. bare grace misery by thedunesea

Anakin let out a pained sound. “I failed my men, I failed you, and now… and now this. Could you, Obi-Wan? Could you come from this humiliation?” His voice broke, and then he was weeping, hot tears streaming down his face even as he kept stroking himself, his sobs of shame intermingling with his whimpers of pleasure. The mixture was so unbelievably erotic Obi-Wan felt his head spin. Or: Anakin gets poisoned, and the antidote that saves his life has some uncomfortable side effects.

03. serenity, serenity by obikined

After learning that the Separatists have gained the favor of a weapons manufacturer that has the power to overturn the Clone Wars, a freshly knighted Anakin and Master Obi-Wan must infiltrate the organization's inner circle and eliminate the partnership at an exclusive event posed as black market dealers. The problem is, the two of them have to act as a married couple, Anakin assuming the role of coy, submissive husband to a domineering and firm handed Obi-Wan. Between Anakin's not-so-subtle pining, Obi-Wan's suppressed emotions, and the fate of the Republic on the line, the two of them must confront their messy feelings for one another over a game of high-stakes, winner takes all sabacc.

04. subakin and his obi-dom by stevewell0022

Anakin Skywalker was forever in denial. He could not admit, no sorry, would never accept he was a sub. No Never. He, the great and powerful Jedi Knight, was destined to be a dom, and he would not stop until his desires came to pass. Later that very same day?!!?? "Yes, Master. Thank you for allowing me to clean your boots, Master." Anakin Skywalker. Famed Jedi. Woefully and fecklessly in denial. It would take a gentle super-dom to bring Anakin to heel. Obi-Wan, the renowned selfless Jedi that he was, would of course volunteer for this heavy burden, and save the galaxy from a darker fate.

05. no fault of my own by denims

“You know you’re not supposed to like this,” Obi-Wan murmured, “and here you are, so wet for me and I’ve barely even touched you.” Anakin looked away, blinking back tears that threatened to well up in his eyes at his master’s disapproval, but he leaked more slick into his lap all the same. “I’m sorry, Master,” he quavered. “I can’t help it!”

06. en garde, prêt, allez by lemon (lemon_sprinkles)

Anakin Skywalker is a highly skilled fencer, known for his fast pace and brutal attack style. Young and arrogant, he carries himself as a man who knows he's going to win - no matter the cost. Obi-Wan Kenobi is an equally talented fencer who has more titles and championships attached to his name than most could ever dream of, and who has the respect and admiration from everyone in the community. When the two are paired off against each other during the World Championships, Anakin is caught between wanting to prove himself and win the title, and not dethroning a man who has inspired him both on and off the piste. They say never meet your heroes - and certainly never kick their ass in front of a stadium full of their peers - but winning on the piste might bring more treasures and rewards to Anakin than he ever thought possible.

07. who's loving you by demon_dean

Anakin Skywalker was the luckiest man alive. He had the relationship he had always desired. Well, almost.

08. untamed and full of teeth by deanswade

Obi-Wan felt something inside him break. It cracked and ruptured and rippled. He felt when the tongue met his skin, hot and dry. It didn't have enough strength to latch, but this boy, his boy, was smart. Obi-Wan shivered, as the boy lapped. So clever, so good, he drank until he couldn't anymore, stilling in Kenobi's hold before going lax. "Hold on for me, little one," Obi-Wan whispered, "Be brave. Don't let go." Or Obi-Wan is the owner of local high-end bar for vampires, when one night an unfortunate boy stumbles through his door, half-turned. Obi-Wan, who had never made a fledgling before, falls for Anakin hard and fast.

#subanakinfest #obikin #vaderwan #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obiani #anaobi #sub anakin fest #obikin event #obikin fics

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randomingoftherandomness · 5 months

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Fic: We Can Take it Slow

A/N: Inspired by this prompt list by @delusionisaplace. Because consent is sexy and checking in with your partner is even more so.

Pairing: Kim Jiyong x Jo Heon

Tags: Safewords, Restraints, Consent

@dangermousie @kingsandbastardz

🌶️🍋🌶️🍋

There's a moment in the routine of this that Jo Heon has picked up on; a moment where Jiyong is sated and pliant after an orgasm, eyes closed, hair flopping over his eyes. He looks like he's on the verge of tripping into sleep, but Jo Heon would be the last person to ever underestimate just how alert the man is at all times.

Like now.

Jo Heon is only subtly distracted by the way Jiyong had flopped onto his side on the thin motel bed, skin goose-pimpling in the cool air, naked saved for his socks and the way his ass and the backs of his thighs are a pretty shade of red.

I did that, Jo Heon thinks not a little smugly.

Three fingers and 20 swats, Jo Heon clenches and unclenches his hand, still feeling the buzzing under his skin where he'd meted out his own judgements of what Jiyong's doing. Three fingers stretching Jiyong out beautifully and 20 swats that had his little lover coming all over their shoes and into Jo Heon's own hand on his cock even before he'd even locked the front door.

The moment stretches itself out between them as Jo Heon putters around to hang their clothes up on the hangers. Jiyong's black hoodie can stand a night in a crumpled heap on the floor, but his suit can't stand that level of maltreatment.

He's gone to the tiny washroom for piss and comes back again, oddly enough thinking about whether to sleep in the nude or keep his pants on, when he spies the way Jiyong is watching him with moon-dark eyes from the bed.

The sight of him stirs his cock anew.

"Sunbaenim..."

Jo Heon goes to sit on the side of the bed, mindful of the way Jiyong pushes himself to press his cheek over the front of his slacks, sighing over the heat he finds there. Gently carding his fingers through Jiyong's hair, he guides him to where he wants him mouthing over his burgeoning desire hidden under cloth.

An irrational bolt of thought streaks itself through his mind.

“Say the word and I’ll stop.” Jo Heon swallows thickly around the knot of desire in his throat, blinking back the haze in his mind to bring himself to promise, "I can stop if you need me to. Just say when.”

Cupping Jiyong's cheek, he is immediately warmed by the way the kid leans into his touch, even nuzzling into the palm of his hand. “It’s okay if you've changed your mind.”

"I want you," Jiyong says, moving away to lie down on his back. "Please, sunbaenim."

And who was he to deny a request made so sweetly?

Jo Heon knows exactly what Jiyong is asking for. Knows intimately the type of desire coursing through Jiyong's veins as he lifts his hands up over his head with his burning gaze uncoiling the heaviness in the base of Jo Heon's cock.

He undoes his belt, making a point to shed his trousers, holding his cock as he does just to see the desire blowing out Jiyong's eyes.

"Do you want me in your mouth or your ass?"

He always gives Jiyong a choice. He'll always give him a choice.

"In my ass, please," Jiyong replies in a rush of an exhale, throat clicking as he spreads his legs to welcome Jo Heon back against his body.

Jo Heon tightens the strap around the curlicue of the headboard. Making sure to knot it down in a way that Jiyong could always pull himself loose if he ever needed to.

Taking a beat to run his hands down the strong lines of Jiyong's arms, he lets himself linger at Jiyong's elbows. Leaning in, he presses a shaky kiss to where skin meets the leather of his belt. “Tell me if I cross the line, okay?”

"Yes, sunbaenim." A pause as Jo Heon trails his touch over Jiyong's pecs, rubbing his thumbs over his pebble-hard nipples. "Thank you, sunbaenim."

Jo Heon rewards this with a kiss on his brow. "Open your eyes, Jiyong. I want you to watch what I do to you."

#vigilante #vigilante kdrama #kim jiyong #jo heon #kim jiyong x jo heon #gab writes stuff #one day I'll write a crazy enough fic but today's not that day

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