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grlzluvmyswag · 3 months

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"Oh, my god, come on." You stand before him in the staff lounge, gritting your teeth and making a mental note to wipe that shit-faced grin right off that pretty-boy face of his soon. You irritably grab two fistfuls of your uniform shirt, as well as the lacy bra beneath it, and yank them both upwards so that they’re bunched up above your bared tits. For him, this should be adequate. It was adequate the last time, right? Men love boobs, surely he’ll just appreciate the gesture and give you what you need…? You almost groan in exasperation at his unpredictable nature and the apprehension it brings along with it. The man slinks back into the most ridiculously expensive chair you've witnessed the like of with a lazy sigh, proactively making you wish you could dropkick his lanky frame to the cold, hard floor.

"Ehhh..." Gojo taps his chin with a slender finger, giving the impression that he is "thinking about it", albeit in the most unconvincing way possible while making a face at the sight of his student in the same scenario she was in the previous week. At once, an apparently innocent smile brightens up his face, and those keen eyes peer up into yours as though you happened to be having a normal discussion. "Yeah, no, not good enough for me."

"Huh…!?" is what you yell in reply to his selfish conclusion. Naturally, you could've called that response, but that doesn't make it piss you off any less! Please, who does this cocky bastard think he is? Given the taboo element of your budding relationship, he should consider himself so lucky to be seeing your tits for the second occasion in a row.

Gojo, who was hoping for that exact reaction, grins more enthusiastically than ever. He shifts back in his chair, sets his polished boots on the desk in front of him, and interlaces his fingers behind his head. He looks a little too proud for your liking, you think to yourself with a scowl.

"I said... not good enough." He shrugs his shoulders, making fun of his agitated student and all that she's trying to do in order to acquire additional training sessions with him. His claims are contradicted by that dumb smile of his, but he'll keep this up just a while longer for the hell of it. Maybe he can get more than he originally bargained for?

"Why." you promptly ask, planting your fists firmly on your hips as you continue the heated interaction, playing right into his game. Gojo is determined to have you as on-edge as possible, and it's evident in his sparkling blue gaze.

"Why is this not good enough?"

"Yeah, why."

"You're asking me for more one on one training. You know that's gonna eat into my personal life, right?"

You sigh frustratedly at the way he forever finds a way and a will to skirt around the answer you expect from him, palms slamming upon the polished surface of his desk in a futile attempt to intimidate the man. Your movement is carried with such ferocity, yet all it accomplishes is to lure the idiot’s interest back to those exposed tits. They sway and jiggle a small distance from Gojo's face, and he finds himself beyond turned on. Enough that even his leg is beginning to bounce as a way to cope with the overwhelming urges he's suppressing inside.

"Can you ju-" you cut yourself off suddenly, frozen as ice once you register the sensation of your tender nipple being delicately rolled between his knuckles at the same time his other big, veiny hand squeezes at your chest. You swiftly shift forth for him in search of more touch even when your body's instinctual need to jolt away from the stimulation is activated. "Huh, w-wait..." before you can stop it, a soft whimper manages to escape you, and this automatically motivates the teacher to insist on continuing with an air of smugness up until you fiercely slap his hand away.

The sorcerer chuckles breathily at your harsh behaviour while he tilts his head. And to really gain your sympathy, he shamelessly adjusts and briefly strokes the throbbing bulge in his slacks, because look at him... he's already painfully hard at the sight of your perfect tits! You just have to let him get his way after what you've done to him!

"Oh dear, just drop that god-awful attitude already, would you? What I'm sayin'... is while the sight is good, more would be good enough."

"...What are you playing at, Satoru Gojo?" Your tone is cautious, slightly breathless as you gather yourself. It's only a question of making sure. You know he loves to take every advantage he can just to get under your skin. He’s already had the pleasure of fondling you just then, so maybe it’s only acceptable for him to want more from you. That’s what he wants you to think, anyways. The man huffs impatiently, crossing those long, lean arms of his.

"Tch. Come onnnnnn. Do I seriously have to spell it out for you?" He groans like an impatient child, a slight pout contorting his lips. "I want you to let me suck on your tits. Play with 'em."

Yep, there it is. Ever so determined to cross the line, isn’t he?

"…you’re kidding." You blink at the man. Once, twice.

Gojo is bewildered. No, he's not kidding at all! If he didn't intend to act on it, why would he state something so obscene? You look at him as though he were known for abusing your feelings or something... it’s almost hurtful!

"No, I’m not." He expresses his annoyance with an exaggerated sigh, running his fingers through locks of snow white, pushing back the strands that messily rest over the frames of his shades.

Oh, wow. He’s truly not kidding. What is this… self-entitled, utterly infuriatingly handsome man’s issue?! He must really enjoy the thrill of greedily sinking his teeth into more than he should chew, mustn’t he? And he’s just so shamelessly rude about it! Yet somehow that’s barely enough to keep you from actually, actually, considering the price he wants you to pay. What really gets you thinking about it is a quick peer at the teacher's (effortlessly aggravating) mouth. You have to admit that with those perfectly pink lips sucking, kissing and everything in between, your view could certainly gain just that little bit more oomph. And oh, you can only imagine how absolutely delectable that silver tongue of his would feel, lapping at your hard nipples till you feel weak. On top of that, the task ought to shut him up for a moment or so! A highly appealing aspect indeed.

But damn it all! If what you were doing were to be discovered by an unsuspecting member of staff or a fellow student who hadn't left yet, what in all hell would you do? Really, what would you say? "Sorry, I was just letting Gojo-sensei here suck on my tits so he'd continue to supply me with the additional training I need"? God, no! You're practically gasping for air at the mere notion of something so probable occurring, however you're struggling to determine if this is due to that sinking sensation of dread or… arousal.

"Thirty seconds." you place a time limit in a stern tone of voice, not wanting to allow the smug bastard to think he has the upper hand in this little negotiation.

"A minute." Gojo counters almost immediately, a challenging smirk curving the edges of his mouth much to your displeasure. It’s only natural for him to push the limit, after all, so how could you snap at him over something of such common knowledge. It’s not like you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into here, is what he’s thinking.

"Thirty. Seconds." Yes, that’s right. Stand your ground, you! Show him who’s boss right here and now—

"Minute and thirty seconds."

"Deal."

He could have been so considerate as to try concealing the certainly antagonising snicker behind a hand, or at least disguising it with a little cough! But not even the most meager attempt! Without so much as a small slant of his head to keep you from catching it, it simply slips by those sparkling pearly-whites. He knew you would cave eventually, but this quickly? Brilliant, really. No, truly! Brilliant. Ugh, and if you had thought ‘that ego couldn’t possibly get any more obnoxiously huge!’, it’s very well proven by that fucking smile that yes, yes it can get any more obnoxiously huge. Of course, the man can’t help but smirk at the dirty scowl on your face as you simmer, taking off his shades to get a better look.

I am your most strongest, most incredibly attractive downfall, sweetie. Those are the words that his sultry gaze conveys as he beckons you closer, firm thighs spread out on that damned rich-prick-vibe chair to accommodate your body between them. Having forgotten that your chest was bared free, you’re abruptly reminded once his open-mouthed breaths lightly fan over the soft and sensitive skin, not failing to direct your attention to his actions. Shit, the view’s pretty. It’s all so very pretty. Bright blue eyes peering up at you, sparkling and enthralling enough to the point where you study them too intently and catch your own reflection. Rosy, full lips that fluidly mould against the shape of your breast, planting slow kisses with his cupid’s bow prominent and glistening with a thin sheen of saliva. Stray locks of pure white that fall across his forehead, the ends getting caught on the tips of his long lashes when he blinks up at you. Flawless, yet such an entitled asshole.

With minimal thought, you carefully brush the flyaways from his face, carding your fingertips through the perfect mess that is his hair. It's so soft — soft enough that it could be mistaken for the feathers of an angel's wings.

"Mmph, fffuck… again." the sorcerer groans lowly against your dampened flesh, dancing his eager tongue around your areola and barely making contact with the stiffened bud at the centre, just enough to have your breath hitching. The heaviness of his palms caressing your waist is fucking dangerous, something you feel you could get addicted to very easily. Could? Will.

"For god’s sakes…" with a deep sigh and a roll of your eyes, you let him feel your nails grazing his head once again and gently tug on a loose fistful of hair, earning a genuine moan sent straight from the back of his throat. Oh, the noises he makes are downright delicious, you could just… "Ooph-…!"

Gojo swiftly pins you between the staff room’s large desk and himself, carefully bending you backwards until your head could rest on the surface if it wanted. The teacher’s deft hands leave no distance when it comes to your bare skin, greedily rubbing up and down over your ribs and stomach like nobody’s business. He’s thriving for the overwhelmed yet delightfully pleasured expression on your sweet face, chuckling to himself before happily leaning over and wrapping his warm lips around your nipple to suck on it.

"Uh, mnn..." you moan quietly within the otherwise empty lounge, nails instinctively sinking into the nape of his neck as his tongue swirls around your sensitive bud. He’s super into it now, teeth grazing and suction differing, so many techniques directed at one area until he decides to switch to your other nipple, only to mess around with your fleeting reactions. Every nibble, every hot caress of that silver tongue has you reeling. Even your toes curl at the sensations he brings you, causing you to feel more than ashamed of yourself for genuinely enjoying Satoru fucking Gojo.

He’s hovering you above the desk, marked papers, stationery, folders and god knows what else being knocked off by the force of his passionate movements. A string of little gasps, oh’s and ah’s escape your mouth, twitching and jolting in a pair of strong arms in response to his advances. It’s so sexy, the manner in which he goes about handling your body. Rough but not too rough, quick but not too quick for you still find yourself yearning for much more of him than you would ever like to admit. Realising you’re about to start thinking of him in a different light, you forcefully lay a hand on his chest and attempt to push him off. You’re way too paranoid about being caught right now, you lie to yourself for an easier, less aggravating excuse despite having just remembered where you were only a few seconds ago. Damn it, he’s too good and it’s tempting your inhibitions to jump out the window.

"Hold on, hold on-" the man murmurs in a concentrated state as his teeth are almost taken away from your sweet flesh, chest pressing against your hand in order to get closer again since he’s clearly not done the time. Actually, Gojo’s almost a little offended that you think he’d miss the chance to get the last few seconds in on such a perfect pair of tits.

"Hey, what the hell!" a vexed whisper leaves you when he doesn’t comply, kicking your legs in the air in a half-assed attempt to strike him.

"Four… mmff, three." he counts down the remaining seconds out loud and pays no mind to your thrashing, desperate flicks of his tongue and short, gruff moans occasionally interrupting the sequence of numbers, "Fu- two… mmnnn one."

Finally, he stops sucking. However, his warm mouth trails up to your neck as you reluctantly hold your shirt and bra as high as they can go for his access, and its only after the last couple of open-mouthed kisses that he allows his slicked lips to detach from your body. Gojo can feel his pulsing cock trying its very best to escape the irritating confines of his clothes now, pushing and jumping against the fabric as he effortlessly continues to hold you, a sign that he needs to leave before he lets himself get too carried away.

"Minute and a half, bam."

"A minute and thirty-seven seconds…" is what you retort snappily in return, glaring at that dumb smile he’s sending your way.

"Training on Monday." The man purrs in your ear before carelessly dropping you against the desk, humming obnoxiously as he strides out into the hallway on those string bean legs you’d love to kick in as of right now.

"Ugh!" you grunt loudly when your head bumps upon the hard surface, immediately scrambling to sprint to the doorway with a hand rubbing the bruise that’s definitely forming as you shout, "Prick!"

"…You say somethin’?"

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raineandsky · 16 days

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#108

The girl in the closet entrance throws the pair inside a smirk. “This should be good—I’ve seen you guys staring at each other all night.” She raises her eyebrows at the villain. “Tell me all about it afterwards, yeah?” It’s a whisper, but she’s too drunk for it to actually be quiet. The hero pulls a face across from the villain.

And with that she slams the door with finality, throwing the tiny closet into shadow. The villain can barely see in here; she can just about make out the hero shuffling awkwardly opposite her.

She waits until she hears the bedroom door shut to ask the question that’s been rolling around her mind since she first spotted the hero downing shots several hours ago. “What the hell are you doing at a civilian party?”

“Some of the other heroes wanted some attention and dragged me along.” The villain can imagine the hero squinting at her suspiciously. “And what’re you doing at a civilian party?”

“Friends of friends. I actually have a life outside my work, unlike you.”

The hero scoffs dramatically and falls right into the villain trap. “I have a life outside of work, thank you.”

“Like what?”

“This,” comes out of the hero’s mouth a little too fast.

The villain laughs shortly in the way she knows pisses the hero off. “This one party consists of your entire social life?”

“No, that’s not—” She stops when the villain snorts amusedly. “You’re doing this on purpose, you asshole.”

“So what if I am?” The villain’s smile is loud in her voice. “What you gonna do about it? You gonna try and kick my ass in this tiny cupboard?”

There's a moment of silence where the hero seems to be weighing up her chances at the prospect. Then she clearly comes to the decision she’d win, because she lurches up from the wall to throw herself at the villain.

It catches the villain a little off guard, honestly—she wasn’t expecting her to actually do it. The hero shoves her back into the opposite wall, her hands balling in the front of her shirt. “What if I do?” she snarls.

Oh god, oh fuck, the villain’s had way too many drinks to be dealing with this. She leaps on the first survival instinct she can get a hold of.

“Then I think we’re in for a very passionate night.”

Fuck. Wrong instinct. The hero lets out some short breath of disbelief.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She pushes the villain down, settling her weight on her to pin her to the closet floor. “Bet you love the idea of seducing the enemy into submission, huh?”

Words are not exactly running through the villain’s mind right now. The hero’s hands are warm where they’re brushing against the skin of the villain's neck, her face much too close.

The hero doesn’t seem to mind the lack of reply; she’s more than content to continue into the villain’s silence. “Let me show you why that wouldn’t work, [Villain].”

The hero leans down before the villain can even process what she’s said, pulling her in by the collar slightly to push their lips together. It’s boring, it’s painfully chaste, and fuck, the villain’s hands are on the hero’s face. How did they get there? What is she doing?

The hero pulls back with a ghost of a smirk. “And I’m no more inclined to turn to evil,” she says softly.

Fucking hell, the villain might be in love. Or drunk. It’s very hard to tell at this point.

“That’s a shame,” the villain says weakly. She misses her own drunken confidence from two minutes ago. “We’re just going back to whooping ass, are we?”

“The moment I sober up I’m arresting you,” the hero says matter-of-factly.

The closet door sweeps open, and the hero pushes herself away so hard the villain somehow meets the ground harder than the first time. The hero’s bolt upright by the time their captor’s peering in, and the villain’s still winded on the floor.

“Hm,” the girl says approvingly. “Do we want me to… come back later?”

“No,” the hero and the villain say in unison.

The hero escapes the closet first, and she doesn’t hang around to watch as the girl hauls the villain to their feet. “So?” she asks pointedly.

The villain’s aware that she's a little breathless. Dishevelled would be a nice way to describe her right now.

“Yeah,” is all she can be bothered to give the girl. “Good.”

The villain makes her own break before she can see the girl's reaction. She doesn't need to, certainly doesn't want to.

Fuck, she needs a glass of water.

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aliypop · 11 days

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For The Heart

Word Count: 959

Writers Note: I've no idea what to write so I thought why not this! Also, I think it's time I jump on the 70s E train! Sorry it's short!

Warning: Fluffy SMUT

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: After an intense night of shows for Cecelia and Elvis the two only have one thing on their minds

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Las Vegas 1970

"Alright Nat, Alright Jerry... See you two tomorrow," Elvis smiled, walking into his hotel room. His knees nearly gave out from all his dancing. It was his most intense show yet, but he was ready to celebrate, "Alright, Midge, Cheryl, same time tomorrow!" Cecelia smiled as she walked in and closed the door behind her, her eyes barely staying open, "Hey baby," Elvis smirked, pulling into him as he kissed her forehead, "Hey sugar..." She blushed at him as she looked at his messy hair and felt the remaining sweat on his skin, "Had a good show?" they asked each other,

"A fan threw her necklace at me." Elvis smiled, "What about you?"

"Panties, men's underwear, and a bra?" Cecelia laughed as Elvis chuckled, "Some crowd," He joked as he unzipped her dress, his lips on the nape of her neck as she moaned, "Elvis, we're both sweaty..." She groaned,

"Adds more flavor." He kissed her cheek as she felt her dress fall to her knees,

"Besides, we should be celebrating tonight..."

"Sure, if you can keep your eyes open, Mr. Presley..." She joked as she lightly pushed him towards the bathtub. "Wait for me?"

"I make no promises!" She joked as she threw her bra, Elvis catching it as he winked,

"I'm keepin this."

"ELVIS!" She laughed, buttoning up his silk pajama top. It was one of those nights where she didn't feel like putting her nighty on. Laying on the bed, Cecelia watched TV as she kept nodding off and waking up. It was as if the adrenaline from the show was keeping her up,

"El, you okay in there?"

"Yeah, what's wrong, honey?"

"Adrenaline rush..." She playfully sighed,

"You too, huh?" He chuckled, drying off as Cecelia handed him his pants, "See, you took the top." she shrugged, patting a spot next to her. Elvis was lying on her chest as her hands tangled into his hair,

"What day are you going to see my show?" Elvis asked,

"I wanted to surprise you..." She sighed,

"Well, then I'll surprise you too." He kissed her wrist as she giggled,

"El..."

"Hmm..."

"you ever wonder if there's life on Mars?"

"Cece?"

"Hmm..."

"Go to bed." He laughed,

"But I can't," she rolled over as her top road up, showing off her silk panties, his bottom lip under his teeth as he swatted at her ass, "El!" she blushed as he pulled her onto him, "Yes, honey?" He pretended to be clueless as Cecelia playfully swatted at him,

"You think sex might..."

"It's the answer to everything." He winked as he kissed her with a firey, passionate frenzy. Her eyes closed as she gave him the same intense kiss back. His hand was massaging her breast as the other was on her thigh,

"Still wanna celebrate?" Cecelia smirked,

"Do you have to ask?" He winked as she blushed, "Not really," She chuckled as Elvis trailed kisses down her neck, another moan leaving her sweet lips as he shuttered,

"You know something..."

"Hmm..."

"Every time I make love to ya. I feel like I'm young again,"

"Oh, Elvis..." She blushed, "You mean it?"

"Would I lie to you..."

Well... Oh!" She gasped as she felt his fingers plunge into her soaking wet cavern, small mewls and sighs escaping her. Sliding in and out between her thighs, Elvis had stopped, leaving her lips lonely as he then crawled between her legs,

"Baby, you don't have to ah~ Oh~ God~" She began to drift off in between her moans as she felt him sucking on her clit.

"Honey..."

"Hmm?"

"Is my eatin putting you to sleep?"

"No, you've just got a soothing tongue is all," She giggled as Elvis smirked, "First I've heard that," He laughed kissing her inner thigh, "Should I keep going?"

"Please..." She yawned as Elvis was wired for sound, taking his pants off and pulling himself out, he slid himself inside as his wife looked at him with a tired sexy haze,

"Ready..."

"Ready." Thrusting his hips into her, Elvis could hear her soft moans, sweet and gentle, just like his thrust, "More..." she had begun to moan as Elvis was revved up like an animal in heat, "Like that baby..." He kissed her face, "Mhmm..." Picking up his pace he began to hear a sound he hadn't recognized from his wife before, her eyes were closed, and her stomach going up and down, she was asleep, and here he was buried deep inside his wife, pulling out Elvis went to the bathroom to finish off and clean up as he heard her whimper,

"Yes, baby?"

"Come back..." She murmured, as Elvis held her close, the TV playing in the background. His fingers in her curls as she mumbled,

"Love you~"

"Love you too..."

*Bonus*

7 am

The birds began to chirp outside as the TV rushed back on with news about the Presleys in Vegas, but wired for sound was Cece who was kissing Elvis's kneck,

"Baby... You up..."

"Hmm..."

"Thought we could have round 2..." She said in his ear as he grumbled a bit from lack of sleep, "Baby we didn't even get to round one last night..." He flopped back into the pillow,

"We didn't?"

"You fell asleep as soon as I got inside," He laughed as she blushed, "I did..." He nodded his head, Elvis wasn't much of a morning person due to his bad insomnia, but that would soon change, "Well, baby I'm gonna go back to-" Elvis felt something wet as he heard slurping noises his blood rushing through his veins as he jolted up, "Who's sleepin now..." Cecelia smirked looking up at him from under the covers.

"Neither of us if you keep doing that..." He blushed,

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seokka0o · 1 year

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YOURS

Kim Minjae x Afab!reader

Prompt: 10-"you're mine"

Warning: brat tamer!Minjae; rough sex; spanking; dirty talking; fingering

the slap landed on your face with a force that made you dizzy in seconds, the side of your face was burning so much that it made tears warm as they passed, minjae's eyes staring mercilessly at you , you were speechless, feeling the whole your strength draining from your body the moment he sank his fingers deeper inside you, this time fucking you for real. you moaned tearfully and arched over, falling backwards onto your mattress

“answer me you dumb bitch, who was on the phone?!” Answering phones wasn't a problem, but joking about being just any guy wasn't what appealed to minjae and his extremely bossy demeanor, he knew the kind of motherfucker you could be if he let you leash so he always prefers to go for aggression .

“f-fuck Minjae” you moaned loudly, you growled, closing your legs around minjae's wrist, who pushed your knees with his free hand to keep you wide open while he fucked you with his fingers.

"Can you ever in your life think straight? Other than your fucking pussy?" he increased his tone with each word, while he gave you a deal, his free hand was now squeezing your thigh to keep you in place, making marks on the fleshy part of the thigh. You smiled weakly, bit your lower lip and exhaled through your lips trying to contain all that exacerbated stimulus.

“I-it was just a joke…fuck…. I'm sorry” that came out like venom from your lips, not expecting many more punishments, minjae's fingers coming out of you brutally leaving you mid-longing, then he was between your legs, leaning over towards you to grab my jaw making him look at you

"You're mine" he growled towards you, he pulled his cock out, forcing you to look at him as he dragged the tip of his cock all over your privates, making you moan."understand?"

“Hmm y-yes, please I need you” you arch, minjae fits over your entrance and starts invading slowly

“I don't fall for your fucking jokes, y/n, if you cum before I tell you to, I'll bust your ass” he was clear, hand on your neck and then he started to fuck you, pushing inside with all that size, your eyes losing focus you lost yourself in sensation, until you felt another slap across your face,

“look at you, so desesperate” minjae pressed, changed the frequency, slowing down and keeping it shallow, to hear you meow

“oh god please…I promise minjae, I swear I'll be good” you pleaded, he smiled, sadistic for a change and pushed again, the bed moving in the same measure, another slap, this time on the other side, leaving both Warm enough, you twitched, already on edge but containing all of you, moaning minjae's name in symphony, this one that barely escapes in one movement, he's ready to break you in two.

“c-can I come?” you asked so sweetly

“Should I let?” he asked still keeping the frequency

“I…promise not to do this anymore…Min…please I need to come” you whine again leaving your body as tense as possible so you don't end up releasing all your liquid, your body already marked in every possible way just wanted to rest.

“stay as a sign huh” he squeezed harder and started punching deep, hard. you didn't know how a man that size was capable of so much but there you were waiting for the signal. “let it come baby”

and then you broke, released the tension in your body, letting everything that was trapped come, making you scream through the cut air and completely lose your senses, spilling all your liquid over minjae's dick that didn't stop for a second, even after the his limit, he just kept his frequency, until he reached his and a few more orgasms of yours and you understood that no one in the world would be able to do to you, what he does

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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Keith would like to say it was the sound of muffled retching that woke him up. Really, it was Lance accidentally kicking him in the groin in his desperate attempt to escape the tangled mess of sheets before he upchucked.

For the sake of his pride and also because Lance absolutely will laugh at him, Keith will pretend it’s the noise.

“Babe? You good?” he asks, rubbing his eye and leaning on the bathroom door.

“I’m fine,” Lance rasps between gags. “Go back to bed.”

“Not a chance, sweetheart.” Keith bends down to press a quick kiss to Lance’s sweaty forehead, and then pads over to the sink to fill a glass of water and dampen a cloth.

“I bet you weren’t thinking of this when you promised in sickness and health, huh.”

Keith settles down on the floor, pressed flush next to Lance. He takes his husbands free hand in his — Lance’s other hand preoccupied with holding his poor, tired head up — and squeezes three times in quick succession.

“No, I was,” Keith promises.

Lance coughs — a horribly deep cough, that sounds like it hurts — and Keith winces. He presses the back of his hand to Lance’s cheeks and then forehead, tutting.

“This one’s gonna be rough, baby.”

Lance sighs. “I know.”

He looks so upset. Keith truly wishes, with everything he has, that he could take some of Lance’s pain for himself. It’s not fair. Not at all. Why should Lance have to suffer so often? What asshole higher power decided hey — see that guy down there? The kind one, the one with a heart of gold? He gets a shitty immune system. Let’s punish him for no reason.

Goddamn bastards.

“Maybe it won’t be that horrible,” Keith tries. He carefully wraps his arm around Lance’s shoulders, pulling up his other hand to press a gentle kiss to the space just above his ring. “I work from home for the rest of the week. I’ll sit with you in bed and we’ll watch Pixar movies that always make me cry and you’ll gracefully pretend you don’t notice, and I’ll get you those blue popsicles you like. That’ll be nice, yeah?”

Lance hums, leaning bonelessly into Keith’s side. “Yeah. We’ll watch Nemo first.”

“Oh, you sadist jackass.”

Lance giggles. “You always cry and the most dumbass of times.”

“I do not! Dory getting excited about the little jellyfish is a perfectly normal time to cry! She’s so lonely!”

Lance laughs harder — hard enough to bring on a sneeze, so hard he loses control and brains himself on the toilet.

Keith chokes.

“Are you — are you okay,” he asks, desperately trying to shove the laughter deep down somewhere in his stomach, but the effort makes his voice shake.

There’s a beat of silence, air so thick with Lance’s barely concealed rage that Keith can barely keep ahold of himself.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Lance shouts, and Keith can’t hold it anymore.

“I — I’m sorry,” he tries between gasps, but Lance glares at him playfully, smacking him with the damp cloth from earlier.

“What kind of horrible husband laughs when I almost die via toilet-bludgeoning?”

Keith makes an effort to quiet down his chuckles, even though he knows Lance is only teasing. “One with a normal sense of humour. Can you imagine the eulogy I’d have to give?”

Lance scoffs. “Imagine giving my eulogy a lot, do you, Kogane? Dreaming of that life insurance payout?”

“Oh, please. You think I’m getting any money from your dusty ass? You’re as broke as I am, Kogane.”

Lance grins, like he always does when Keith calls him that. It was cute five years ago at the altar, and it’s cute now.

Gods above, Keith loves his husband.

“If you really think my ass is that dusty, you’re welcome to make friends with your right hand again.”

Keith presses a messy kiss to Lance’s cheek. “You know I’d never survive without you, baby.”

“Damn right,” Lance huffs.

The sit together for a few moments, long enough that Keith’s ass goes numb from the cold tile floor, comfortable silence broken only by Lance’s frequent coughs or sniffles.

“Think you’re good, now?” Keith asks after a while, when no further vomiting occurs.

Lance hums. “I hope so.”

Keith pats his hip. “Alright then, up you get. It’s freezing in here. Let’s go back to bed.”

They stand up and stretch — Keith making his usual complaints about his back, and Lance teasing him about being an old man as if he’s not only a fuckin’ year younger — and then make their way back to bed. Lance fluffs up the pillows while Keith straightens the blankets, and then they crawl in, Lance making himself comfortable by flopping on top of Keith’s entire person.

Keith doesn’t mind. He likes his dorky little bony weighted blanket.

“Thank you for sitting with me,” Lance whispers, long after Keith’s eyes have begun to close.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” Keith confesses, and the last thing he feels before he drops off into dreamland is the press of Lance’s smile into his chest.

#the moral of the story is that i love them #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #klance #established klance #married klance #bc i’m obsessed #fluff #sick lance #shitty immune system lance #soft keith #so smushy fr #my writing #fic fragment #vomit mention

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gayuu-the-necromancer · 1 year

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Chapter 4

The Grim Reaper Waits At The Palace Of Death...

(I can't escape....)

These 8 mysterious men, put me inside a carriage, which gracefully rode through the night town.

Beyond the window, I see the cityscape of London.

The palatial palace flew away.

And before I knew it, the carriage is pushing forward into the dense forest.

(Where are we going? And.....what's going to happen to me?)

I left my delivery at the mansion, but I don't know if I'll get paid for it...

On top of that, I'm actually worried if I can return home alive.

(The fact that they are all working in a group and heading to the same place must mean that they are some kind of an organization)

(Then if I have to guess....they must be taking me to their leader)

The Grim Reaper of the Palace of Death...that's what the red-eyed man, William said.

(If that's true then, I....)

The flashbacks of the bright red scene comes back to my mind and a shiver ran down my spine.

Gentlemanly man: "Miss Kate."

Kate: "Yes....!?"

I looked up quickly and saw a gentleman with a mysterious smile pointing out the window.

Looking out the window, the carriage is before I know it, already passed through the forest and crossed a drawbridge over the water.

Gentlemanly man: "We're here. This is the stronghold of evil that could be the end of your life...not our base."

Kate: "Mm...."

(What is this place?)

As soon as I get out of the carriage, the gothic castle that appears before me takes my breath away.

Surrounded on all sides by forests, and ponds to avoid being seen, the bright and brilliant pagoda piercing the night sky radiates an overwhelming presence.

It is so majestic that it makes me want to prostrate myself.

(Never thought there would be a castle like this in London....)

Kate: "Is this...real life...."

Gentlemanly man: "Yes, unfortunately. It is neither a dream nor an illusion. It is a painful reality from which there is no escape."

(Reality....or didn't this guy just say something outrageous?)

(The end of life or the root of evil...oh god, my head)

Feeling dizzy, I became unsteady on my feet.

Then accidentally, I bumped into someone and turned around in a hurry.

Kate: "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Man with blond hair and blue eyes: ".....I don't mind....are you okay?"

(He's so close...)

The man who held me by the shoulders peered at me. His delicate-looking golden hair just close enough to touch.

(This guy....is so beautiful, that it's scary. He looks like a bisque doll)

Among the art-like forms, only the dark eyes, barely perceptible stare at me with a creaturely temperature.

Kate: "I'm fine. Thank you."

Man with blond hair and blue eyes: ".....I see."

(U-Umm....)

Man with blond hair and blue eyes: "..........."

(Please let go of me sir....)

As I was puzzled, a hand reached out from the side and poked the blond man's hand.

Man that looks like a cat: "Master El, no running away."

Man that looks like a cat: "Miss Kate, you can talk to me. I'd like to get to know you better."

(Huh....)

My other hand was entwined by a cat's tail and I was flabbergasted because I was sandwiched between two men from both sides.

Man with a gun: "Now you guys. You two can save that for later. Right now your priority should be reporting to Victor, okay?"

Man with a gun: "After deciding what to do with her, we all will have enough time to get to know her."

The man who offered to help was a great man with intelligent appearance.

The rational eyes behind the glasses and the calm appearance of the person, eases me a little bit.

(Maybe this guy is easy to talk to)

Kate: "....What's going to happen to me?"

What I had wanted to ask for a long time came out of my mouth without thinking.

Man with a gun: "You will know. Because we're the ones deciding that."

The egoistic grin on his face made me erase the sentence 'Maybe this guy is easy to talk to' from my mind.

William: "Kate. Come here, follow me."

Kate: "....Yes, Master Rex."

William: "Ahahaha! You don't have to be so formal. Just call me William."

Kate: "Okay....Master William."

..........

(Wow...amazing)

Stepping into the castle, it was as if the world had changed for me.

(I never thought I'd set foot in a place like this, even once in my life....)

The castle is as magnificent as its exterior, and it is no wonder that it is said to be owned by the British Royal family.

A dangerous, mysterious and beautiful unknown world spread out before my eyes.

(Only the bastions of those who might be criminals....)

(....So beautiful)

William: "I see you liked it."

Kate: "!?"

A shiver runs down my spine as I hear whisper in my ear.

I quickly turned around to see a giggling and amused Master William.

William: "Let's go now. The Grim Reaper is waiting impatiently."

Chapter 5 - Grave Secret

#ikemen series #ikemen villain #otome #cybird #ikemen villains #ikemen mc #cybird ikemen #cybird otome

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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Heyo! I read your ideas for a yandere self aware Enstars AU and now I'm very interested! I can already imagine the chaos that would arise if the player somehow managed to directly enter their world. Some of the units would likely try to capture the player for themselves. But with how many different idol units there are, catching the player without their plans being interrupted by another unit are slim. Perhaps they could all share, but with how many characters there are, that seems impossible. Or maybe the worship the player as a god-like entity and they all unite to keep their god pleased and prevent them from leaving?

I´m glad that people liked my little rambles! I´ve said it before but I love these yandere self-aware AUs so my fingers started itching when I had the chance to finally write for it fsjlfnls It´s a really neat concept to think about imo

Now hoo boy, the player somehow getting into their world, huh? Let me ramble a bit under the cut ^^

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness

What if the player somehow managed to enter the Ensemble Stars world? ( Yandere self-aware AU)

Actually, I think compared to other self-aware AUs, you might actually have a pretty good chance to escape in the beginning if you somehow got transported into the world of ensemble stars. Let me explain why I think this.

So obviously, all of them know that there is a player that sometimes visits them and takes care of them and they all love and adore you. But they can´t actually see you because you´re only possessing Anzu´s body. Yes, they get to witness your personality and how much you care for them, but what they interact with is not your actual body. None of them have any idea what you, the player, look like behind that pesky screen. Some of them might have a certain picture in mind but no one really knows for certain.

So if you went to ES in your actual body, they may just think that you´re some type of crazy fan that somehow managed to sneak into the building and throw you out lmao

Good for you, crisis averted! None of them realize it´s you and you´re free to go! By the time some of them might notice, you´re already far far away with none of them knowing where you went because they didn´t care to ask you anything when they first met you.

But assuming that that doesn´t happen and you instead stay around for a bit, there are ways where some of them might slowly catch on to what is happening. At first, everyone panics because, for some reason, the player isn´t showing up anymore. They´re aware that you sadly have to leave them after some while to go about your life but it has never been this long before.

They try to be patient but get more desperate the more time passes. Where are you? Why aren´t you checking up on them? Did something happen to you? Did you lose interest in them?? How can they get you back?

It´s pure chaos and all you want to do is shrink away as if you didn´t have anything to do with it. If they act like this when they think you´ve left them, then how are they going to react that you´re actually with them right now?

I feel like the one to ultimately figure it out, in the end, would be Anzu. While yes, the others have gotten to know you quite well with time, none of them share the same kind of connection with you as she has. You regularly possess her body and she´s gotten to know what you, your aura, and your entire being feels like. So when one day, you stand in front of her, she knows.

Her entire body is shaking in excitement, her eyes widening and a giant smile on her face, she can barely contain her excitement. Overcome with excitement, she calls out your name and runs towards you. In front of everyone.

And now, everyone knows about you. I don´t think I need to say it but chaos breaks out the moment all the idols present have processed the new information. The player, the one that has watched over them for so long, has not left them, but instead joined them in their world? Oh, what a joyous day!

You better believe they´re tripping over each other just for a chance to actually talk to you and be close to you, now that you´re with them. You look even more radiant than they could have ever imagined!

Remember how I said that it would be easy to escape in the beginning? Well, it looks like you´ve missed your chance because now that like 50 famous idols know of your presence it´s practically impossible to get away. They´re all well known and some of them are rich and very influential like Eichi for example. Do you really think you could ever get away with these 50 lovesick idols and Anzu now after you?

Oh, because you just know they won´t leave you alone. There´s no moment where you aren´t with at least one of them, none of them want to stay away from you for too long. They´ve been separated from you for too long, unable to see or touch you and now that you´re finally with them they can´t bear the thought of parting from you or having the others too close to you!

Yes, now that you´re actually with them and as such the idea of being in a relationship with you has become plausible, they´re not letting up. Their obsession with you just grows every day and it won´t be long before the first of them start to get possessive over you and your time.

Why would they want to share their lovely producer with anyone else? You only have so much time in your day that you can spend with others, so inevitably some will get the short end of the stick, which will lead to further arguments. As you´ve said, I think all of them sharing is out of the question. There are just too many of them and some refuse to get along with each other, even if some others might try to make an effort to be civil.

Could you ever imagine a scenario where Eichi and someone like Natsume or Shu are forced to cooperate and share a darling with each other? Just with that alone, it´s not going to work out. While some are willing, others completely reject the idea of having to share you with anyone else. They´ve been loving you for way too long now to be okay with having only a small fraction of you.

So some of the units might try to group together to at least make sure that you´re spending the most time with them! It might be impossible to completely get rid of the others because they´re way too noisy and annoying but they can certainly try.

I feel like this earlier post I made where I wrote about what units might be okay with sharing a darling is applicable here!

Though I think in this rather unusual situation where it´s basically a free-for-all, most units are willing to band together even if they would prefer not to. If they don´t, you´ll just get snatched up by someone else and that´s the last thing they want! So please, just pay some special attention to them? Can´t you see that they love you the most?

If you did try to escape even after they already know about you ( which honestly is understandable considering how exhausting this entire thing must be)... Well,...

I guess there are some situations where all of them have to band together to prevent the worst-case scenario from happening. They might all be very different but there´s one thought that unites them all:

You´re not allowed to ever leave them

#ensemble stars #enstars #yandere ensemble stars #yandere self-aware au #ensemble stars self aware au #self aware au #yandere enstars #yandere enstars x reader #yandere ensemble stars x reader #gn reader #cw yandere #cw obsession #yandere #cw possessiveness #yandere x reader #self aware yandere

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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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Fluff prompt

Aelin is walking Fleetfoot. The dog gets all excited and escapes from her hold. She runs into Rowan and knocks him over on his arse and starts licking his face (He is coming home from work and walks through the park every night - he is all nicely dressed). Aelin says that Flatfoot rarely like other people and is intrigued by the man and... magic things happen?

thanks for the prompt ❤️❤️

word count: 591

warnings: none!

Enjoy!

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Aelin was just out for her regular evening stroll with Fleetfoot when her precious golden retriever, who had far more energy than Aelin could ever hope to possess, shot out of her grasp and changed the course of her life.

Fleetfoot had been more excited than usual when Aelin came home, bouncing up to lap at her face when she knelt down to greet her.

“Hey, girl,” Aelin laughed. “Someone got into the coffee, huh?” She scratched the dog’s soft golden fur affectionately.

Fleetfoot barked as if in agreement, following her into the living room and rushing in circles. Aelin dropped off her work bag and changed into comfortable leggings and a tee and her sneakers, picking up the leash and whistling. Her dog came streaking over like a golden retriever rocket, barking and yipping in pure glee.

“That’s right, girl,” Aelin grinned as she secured the leash. “Walk time!”

The dog’s ears pricked at the magic word and she nearly yanked Aelin’s arm off as she bolted for the door. Aelin reined her in, careful to lock up her house behind her, before setting off towards their favorite park.

She waved at the passersby as she strolled along the gravel paths, Fleetfoot tugging her along, barely leaving her any time to appreciate the early-autumn colors of the leaves beginning to change. As they walked on, Fleetfoot seemed to expend some of her boundless energy, her pace calming from frenetic to her usual energy level. She barked at a number of squirrels and swerved off to meet new friends like she always did, which never failed to make Aelin laugh. And apologize to said new friends.

All of a sudden, Fleetfoot let out a yelp and shot off the pathway, moving so fast so quickly that Aelin lost her grip on the leash.

“Fleetfoot!” she yelled, hurrying after her dog.

She wasn’t fast enough to stop her pet from careening into a tall guy in a navy suit and knocking him flat on his arse.

His rather attractive arse.

“Gods, I am so sorry,” she gushed, untangling her dog from the man, onto whose face Fleetfoot was lapping affectionate, slobbery kisses. “She’s never like this, she usually just stares and sniffs at new people.”

“I don’t mind,” the man chuckled, standing and brushing himself off, his suit jacket wrinkled. “She’s quite the ball of energy, isn’t she?” he quipped, scratching Fleetfoot’s head.

“Sometimes too much,” Aelin agreed.

The man stuck out his hand. “I’m Rowan.”

“Aelin,” she returned. His hand was warm and calloused, enveloping hers almost completely. “Sorry we had to meet via my runaway dog.”

Rowan chuckled, a sound she was very quickly beginning to adore. “Well, thank your runaway dog for at least one thing, because this may be extremely forward of me, but I think I’d like to offer you coffee sometime.”

“Please, if anyone should be offering coffee, it’s me,” Aelin huffed. “But yes, I’ll accept that offer.” She flashed Rowan a grin. “What’s your schedule like? Not to be assumptive or anything, but you’re well dressed, it seems like you work a long-hours type of job.”

“And then some,” Rowan snorted softly. “It’s not rude, Aelin, and yeah, I do. How does Friday at seven sound? We could go for drinks instead of coffee.”

“I’d love that.” She pulled up her contacts on her phone. “Here, put in your number and I’ll text you so you have mine.”

He did. “See you Friday!” he called as Fleetfoot tugged her on her way.

Oh, she would.

#my writing #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #fluff

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chaotic-on-main · 1 year

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jkjk

uhhh tell me a story about you!!!

what are ur top 5 reasons for thirsting for levi 👀

Top 5 reasons why I'm a Levi slut first and a person second (your words not mine):

1. Himbs eyes, I love his eyes. They're so aljdksjf yanno. I always describe them as hooded lmao, but I really love them. And the color of them too. might collect them and put them in a jar

2. His ARMS OH MY GOD. They're so toned. I just want him to choke me, maybe kill me a little. As a treat.

3. His voice (yes I am talking about his English dub fight me in a Walmart parking lot IDC) Matthew Mercer as Levi just does things to me okay? Okay cool.

4. His thighs. Like guys COME ON. ALDJKSJD I AM BITING. I AM CHOMPING. RIGHT INTO THEM.

5. His personality overall. This should actually be the top of the list but I just needed to get the feral thoughts out of the way. I love how cold and aloof his exterior is but on the inside is actually very caring and compassionate for others. He will protect those at the cost of his own life. Too bad for them, this stubborn idiot refuses to die.

A story about me huh? Hmm.

Tw/cw: alcohol, sexual soliciting (?), underage drinking, illegal affairs

I'll tell you about one of my favorite memories: Accidentally getting drunk then having to chase my friend's dog back into the house at 7 in the morning lmao.

This was the summer after I graduated high school. My best friend, S, and I decided to throw this little party for our just turned seniors friends. So we decided to all go bowling and then have a sleepover at said junior's house, J. Unfortunately our other friend, B, couldn't make it because he was grounded (this is important to note) so it was just the 3 of us. Everything is fine, we all suck at bowling, cool. We all start to drive over to our friend's house for the night.

EXCEPT WE WERE MISSING OUR FRIEND B SO WE DRIVE OVER TO HIS HOUSE (who lives in the same neighborhood as the friend we were staying over with) AND SNEAK HIM OUT OF HIS HOUSE. IT IS 11PM AT THIS POINT. HE BREAKS HIS WINDOW SCREEN TO ESCAPE AND JUMPS IN OUR CAR AND WE JUST DRIVE OFF.

Once settled, J (the one who we're staying with who by the way of course still lives with her parents since she's 17) then pulls out 3 half filled WATER BOTTLES (yes those plastic disposable ones) of liquor. I don't even know what was in them but it's all horrible. Anyways, I - being the mom of the group - barely have any why these two girls and one guy down it. And we're vibing. But we realize quickly that we're RUNNING OUT OF LIQUOR.

So we're coming up with a game plan to get more. Long story short (because I don't remember how it happened exactly) B says he has a contact that can get us more alcohol but we'd have to drive over to get it. Well this is a conundrum because two friends (S and J) are wasted and one doesn't know how to drive, which left me. BUT I ONLY HAD MY DRIVERS PERMIT AT THE TIME (this is a whole different story of why I couldn't legally drive until I was 18, not important right now) but I am their only option so I was like fine.

We sneak outside to S's car and try to leave but for some reason her car won't start? Like it kept stalling and then I accidentally triggered her car alarm so it was going off for a couple minutes before we were finally able to shut it off. We sit there for a couple minutes in silence, afraid we just woke up J's parents.

We didn't.

But now we're out A CAR. then our other friend B mentions we can just use his car. Which is great BUT WE HAD TO WALK 10 MINUTES TO HIS HOUSE TO GET IT. We forgot to put shoes on S's feet too apparently, I don't remember that but she does. We get to his car finally and drive off. This is my FIRST TIME DRIVING AT NIGHT. I WAS SO SCARED. BUT WE MADE IT TO THIS RANDOM STRANGER'S CONDO

So B handles it, he goes in to grab the liquor. But he's in there for a VERY LONG TIME. He finally comes back with a bottle of skyy vodka and we're like "B what the fuck too you so long." YALL. HE GAVE THIS CONTACT A BLOWJOB IN ORDER TO GET THE LIQUOR AND THATS WHY HE WAS GONE FOR SO LONG. anyways.

So we're back, we're all drinking and having fun. Might have made out with each other idk. After a while, S needs to go potty and the bathroom was actually right next to the bedroom so when you open the door, you can look into it. So she goes, she takes a while to come back. I'm like what the fuck. I'm periodically opening and closing the door to make sure she's okay and she's just throwing up in the toilet. Mind you I'm drunk, so everything is kinda running slow for me. She said she's fine when I ask so I keep checking in on her

At one point, the next time I open the door, J's mom is STANDING IN THE DOOR WAY STARING DOWN AT ME AND WHAT DO I DO?! I FUCKING CLOSE THE DOOR IN HER FACE AND LOOK OVER TO J WHILE LAUGHING AND SAYING "DUUUUDE YOUR MOM IS RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR" IN THE MOST FUCKED UP SLURRED VOICE.

anyways panic ensues, mother mode takes over. S is sobbing as she usually does when she's too drunk to handle and I'm stripping her and putting her into the shower because she's a fucking mess okay? And J is drunk off her ass and her mom is trying to damage control her by making her shower too. I'm pretty sure she threw up on herself and at one point ran down the stares ass naked? I don't know. B is passed out on the bed by the way.

There's also this point in time but idk where it lines up but J's dog got out and we had to chase it through the neighborhood while being drunk off our asses at 7am. A running couple came by and asked if we needed help and I was like "nah we're good" but I'm pretty sure they could tell we were drunk. Like we probably looked like a fucking mess. This happened before J's mom found us tho. The sun was fucking out y'all.

We didn't get home until maybe 3pm because we slept in. our cover up story of why we felt and looked sick to our parents was because of food poisoning from the bowling alley.

Anyways. Long story short kids, drink responsibly. I wanna note I am no longer this person, btw.

I uh. A lot has happened to me before the age of 21.

#asks #answered #moots #this was very long i am so sorry #cw alcohol #tw alcohol

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siremasterlawrence · 1 year

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A Court Room Dance Off

Part 1

That giant bubble but decadently gloss over with light popping in color at me showcasing in tight lycra.

He is so amazing to see fitting him perfectly his muscles to perfection and then taking the mask in hand from me.

He feels a tingle sensation with my hand on his shoulder rubbing his hand and he places the mask on his nose bridge.

I swat his ass hard knowing I own yet one more sexy superhero under my whimsical power.

I kiss his lips slowly pinning his muscle body to the wall and his body swelling under me it’s amazing.

He took my scent into his nose letting it swell in to his nostrils tunnel making him feel high.

“Yes Master Lawrence, I am at the courts he has arrived.” Dick speaks in to the mic.

“Cause a distraction during the proceeding to get his attention.” I instruct.

“I’m on it Master” Dick says sweetly.

“As reward you can kill the Bat brats.” I tell him.

“Transfer your fortune.” He replies.

“At your feet of course.” He adds.

Dick Grayson clicks off the microphone in a state of bliss, opens a panel in his gloves and flicks a switch.

He flips out of the back on to the scene as the court explodes in insanity and he throws estim sticks.

Matt makes a run for it racing out of the room in a high speed chase as Dick climbs the wall.

Dick dashes down kicking Matt in the face who falters and the two go at it fist to fist.

A power of two Martial Arts titans duking it out for control but in the end Matt escaped in to the shadow.

He disrobes his clothes revealing his other identity The Daredevil only seething Dick with more anger.

“The Devil of Hells Kitchen huh?”

“Former by wonder”

“I thought you were a hero”

“I am one, seeing the light now as you can tell.”

“You think you are so nobody Matt, yeah! I know who you are obviously and so does.”

“Who is….what the…how did you….a dart?…Uuuuuuggggghhhhh!”

Part 2

Hours later a cold night on the roof top of a random home in Queens, New York Matt Murdock wakes up with a whopping painful headache. He comes to seeing Spider-Man watching over him he remembers his mission from Nightwing.

“What’s up horn head?” Spider-man throws him a question.

“I need your help with a mission.” Matt lies without a sweat.

“I’ll be happy to help but I need details.” Pete says.

“Of course! Follow me if you dare”

“Wait! You are acting suspiciously” Peter stops.

“I am loner web face” he add

“Hold on” Peter starts to yell before Matt in style dives in to the empty alley way.

“He barely speaks and moves but decides at this moment.” Peter quips doing the same in quick fashion.

“As I was saying if you would just…my spider senses are tingling…you led me in to a trap.”

Peter shouts in time to see a roof collapse over the alley way.

Peters body is on high alert vibrating every inch of his bones and nerves through to his soul snapping his soul in to two. Visibly he is losing himself in a state of panic.

“Welcome to your new life Peter Parker my mind is free, I remember winning your case in another life and I shall unshackle your mind as well.” Matt goes on creepily.

Matt clicks on a remote signaling the panels to activate buzzing out of control exposing this empty cold white room. He places it on the table letting his gaze settle on television screen.

The screen starts to go static shade till I am appearing on the screen for both to see I am in control. Peter backs up trying to react but his senses are going haywire instead of fear or warning he is turn on.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh God! Why am I so hard?”

“Because your body is at peace, your mind is relinquishing and you are succumbing Master Lawrence”

“Oh yes, Praise Master Lawrence”

The end

#Hypnoland #Hypno Submission

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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 1 year

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You asked for a range, so - 16, 36, 61, and 90 :D From your latest ask game.

-verkja

Thanks for the ask @verkja! From this ask game.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Answered here. Kinda. 😂

I kinda cheated, so I'll answer it again, but a little differently.

I've been told my favorite band was Pink Floyd when I was really young. Like toddler age.

And in grade school, I loved Garth Brooks.

It appears my tastes have changed drastically lol.

36: Define Art.

Ooooh. Art. You know, I am super literal and once upon a time I would've said art is when you draw/paint/sculpt something. Decorate a museum kind of thing. But today? On a broader scale, I think art is just the act of creating something. Art is creativity, brought to life.

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

lol. no. but I do wear slippers when walking around my house. no bare feet on the floor 😶

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

MUMMIES?! Like, plural? 😨😨

Err, I was just gonna say I'd probably freeze and have a panic attack or something, but instead, I typed out something goes bump in the night as a joke, and it turned into a whole ass short story 😅😂 Under the cut. No warnings.

Something goes bump in the night. Drowsily, I turn over and try to go back to sleep, but I hear a shuffle. Damn cat must've gotten locked in the bedroom again. I better go let it out. Using the light from my phone's screen to see, because turning on the lamp will fucking blind me, I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, only to find my way blocked. Huh?

I turn on my flashlight and look up into the black soulless pits that exist where a mummy's eyes should be. My heart stops in my chest, and I make the only noise I'm capable of making when I'm shocked senseless. *meep* I scramble back into bed, wildly waving my flashlight around. Mummies surround my bed, arms outstretched, trailing ragged strips of linen where their wrappings have degraded.

I have no idea what to do. My heart has resumed beating in a rhythm so frantic that it feels like my entire body is vibrating. To escape, I'd have to actually *touch* a mummy to push it out of my way. What if it grabs me instead? I huddle against the headboard, frozen with indecision.

Time passes, and nothing happens. I'm a little more confused than scared now, and I look at my phone, wondering if I should call someone. It's late, and even if they answered, who would believe me? So I dare to take a picture. If I'm gonna die tonight, let there at least be proof. And if by some miracle I don't die, I still want the fucking proof, because goddamn. This is fucking insane.

The mummies don't react to the flash of the camera. Hmm, maybe it's safe to leave after all. I take a few more pictures, just to be super sure nothing will happen, then slowly crawl across the bed. Gathering my nerve, I poke a mummy in the chest with my phone, then scramble back. Nothing. No reaction.

Alright then. It's hard to breathe as I actually contemplate doing this. But I don't see many other options here. And I'm not gonna just sit here and wait for the mummies to decide to act. So I very carefully climb out of bed and gently squeeze past two mummies, trying to make as little contact as possible. I creep out of my room, locking the door from the inside before I close it, and run. I run out of the house and lock myself in my car. Oh god oh god oh god. What the hell was that????

I can't just leave mummies in my house. It's fucking cold outside, and I don't have my keys. That was fucking stupid, but there's no way in fucking hell I'm going back inside. I do have my phone though, so I call the police. My voice is shaky and weak when I tell them someone broke into my house. I must sound convincingly terrified, because they promise to send someone out right away.

Soon, lights and sirens illuminate my street. Wow, they sent a bunch of people. I'm huddled in my car, shivering and slightly in shock, but I start laughing when the police go inside. I hear the edge of hysteria in my laughter, but it just makes me laugh harder. They're going to be in for a shock.

#starlit asks #verkja #smh #mummies?#what a great question though lol

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jarofstyles · 3 years

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138 !!!! with best friend harry

SPICY SPICY

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“Were you just…. Masturbating?”

Harry’s face was flushed. Skin glowy and he was hidden haphazardly under the covers. She hadn’t knocked, having never knocked, but he must have heard her footsteps as she walked up.

Now… anyone with manners or common decency wouldn’t have mentioned it. No, they’d either excuse themselves or move on. But Y/N didn’t have good boundaries when it came to Harry, and she was a curious little thing. Too curious for her own good.

“Christ. Y’can’t knock and y’dont have a filter to save your life.” He rolled his eyes in disbelief, groaning as he hid his eyes under his arm. I didn’t help that the subject of the fantasies he had been rudely pulled from had walked in, not naked and not bouncing on his thick cock. It was rude, if you asked him.

“Oh, hush.” She giggled, laughing harder as Harry scrambled back as she crawled up on the bed with him.

“Oi! What the fuck are y’doin, love?” He laughed nervously, cock still pulsing under the covers. Y/N was fearless and he knew that, but they’d never gotten this close. Sure, they spoke about sex and were close physically but this was…. Something else entirely.

“Relax, H. M’just getting comfortable. You don’t have to stop on my account.” She actually was nervous. Heart beating fast. But it was the best idea she had. She needed to get over this hurdle. And she was so curious about it, she needed to see him. If he was comfortable… she would want it.

“Y’want…. You want to watch?” He said slowly, trying to understand. His cock throbbed in betrayal of his confusion, aching to be touched again.

“Mhm. If you’re okay with that, though.” She leaned in next to him and placed her cheek against his shoulder. “I haven’t seen a guy do it. And I’ve always wanted to see yours. Y’act like it’s big.” She laughed, eyes curiously peeking at the bulge under the covers.

“Uh… okay. It won’t be weird?” He asked again, making sure she wouldn’t be weirded out. Of course it had been his idea, and he had been close to orgasm so he was eager to get back into the groove of it. The idea of her watching made him even more horny, but again… he was cautious.

“Mhm, it’ll be fine, H. You’re being silly.Let’s see.” She urged, stroking her fingers over his arm. Comforting to her, arousing to him. She listened to him take a breath, and slowly lowered the comforter back down.

Her eyes widened. It was… big. Bigger than she had ever experienced. And it was…. It was hot. Thick, red tip glistening, her mouth watered a bit as she wondered how the precum dripping from the slit would taste like. Or how it would feel to have it throbbing against her tongue as she stroked it.

It wasn’t the first time she had these thoughts. But the first time truly seeing what she would be working with.

“Wow…” her breath voice went straight to his stomach. “You’ve got a right to be cocky.” He wrapped his hand around it after those words, squeezing himself at the base. It was so nice to have her looking at him. A breathless laugh left him as he shook his head.

“Thanks, petal.” He murmured. His best friend watched as he gave himself a few strokes, lulling his head back. Her cheek pressed against his bicep, watching intently as his thumb rubbed over the slit. He hadn’t expected her to speak, though.

“How’s it feel?” She whispered, stroking over the back of his wrist. The hand was free, and she was touchy. “Is it good?” Her face tilted up to look at him.

“Feels really good, yeah.” He licked his lip, breathing getting heavier. “Was at a good place when y’came in.” He laughed. The strokes were slow and steady, her eyes going back to the length. Her thighs clenched together, imagining how good that much cock would feel filling her up.

“M’sorry.” She whispered. “I’ll help.” He was shocked when he watched her lean up, bending close to his length and pursing her lips. He gasped when a string of spit dropped down, dripping on to the tip and over to meet his fingers. He nearly whimpered, the idea of her spit coating him a lot to process.

“Oh, fuck.” He cursed, throwing his head back when she did it again. This time using her hand to brush the hair out of her face and giving him a clear view of the saliva dripping from her lip and stringing from her bottom lip to the tip of his cock. “My god, Y/N.” He whined, lifting his hand up and breaking the spit from her bottom lip.

She laid back down, chest throbbing in time with the beat between her leg. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt you.” She licked her still wet bottom lip, watching his fist stroke faster now. “It looks…. Really nice.”

Her words were hesitant but he could hear the genuine tone. And the bit of arousal, at least he hoped Thats what it was. Testing his luck, he spoke back.

“Yeah? Y’like watching me get off, petal?” He asked, turning his face to look at her. Her eyes glued to his cock, dark. Legs clenched together, her hand holding his wrist while the other strokes up and down. The new slick and wet sound her spit had added to the strokes only added to his new arousal.

“Uh huh…” she was breathless, nuzzling her cheek against his arm. Suddenly shy, she was aroused and wet, but so focused on the filthy sight in front of her she could barely move.

“Didn’t know you were dirty like that.” He spoke quietly. Waiting. The little shift she did and slight tiny whimper cluing him in to knowing that this was effecting her just as much. “Do ya’ think you could do me a favor?”

Pushing the limits. He knew it. But he was so beyond horny, so hard and aching and she was giving him all of this beautiful material… he couldn’t help but push for more and more and more. It was her idea, after all.

“Yeah. Yah- I can.” She whispered with wide eyes. His hand was working himself steadily and she was doing her best to not show how worked up she was. But she couldn’t help it.

“Kay…. Can y’dip those fingers in between your legs…. N’lemme taste?” He breathed. “Don’t have to if y’dont want to. Promise. Just…. Want to taste it. I just sent t’taste it, M’not gonna last long, sweetheart.” He pleaded. Needing to taste her and see if what he imagined was what she was.

Y/N nodded, her own breathing picking up as she snuck her fingers under the band of her lounge shorts. A soft moan left her throat, guiding the fingers up her soaked slit and bumping over her clit. The image of her hand in her pants and her little noise made his orgasm approach sooner, a simple Christ spilling from his lips as he watched.

“Are you wet?” His voice was a deep, dark tone she hadn’t ever heard before. Her head tilted back and her glazed over eyes met his as she nodded, hips chasing her hand as she stroked over her swollen, needy clit again and circled a few times. “Good girl. Let me have my taste.” His words weren’t a suggestion anymore, and it only made her even more eager.

Tugging her fingers out, his spare hand guided her wrist to his mouth and immediately, he brought them between his lips. Closing them around the smaller digits, the sweet, tangy taste of her cunt coating his tongue as he dragged it between the two. It was even. Better than he imagined, a dark moan escaping his chest as he stroked himself harder. Thrusting into his hand, he sucked her fingers clean, Every single digit, even brushing his tongue over her palm to get any he missed.

“Fucking sweet. Fuck, M’gonna cum.” He panted. “Gonna cum with that taste all over my fucking tongue. You’re unreal.” He slurred, mouth dropping open as she took her hand that was slick with his spit and her taste, knocking his own hand off. The confidence swelled in her at his reaction to how she tasted, wrapping her smaller fist around him.

“Go ahead. Fuck my hand. Cum on it.” Her lips brushed his jaw. “S’a good boy, Harry. Come on. S’so soft around you, isn’t it?” She purred, pressing her body into his side. He let out a whimper, nodding as his lips parted again.

“Yes, yes, petal. Feels so good, oh god baby… M’gonna cum.” He panted, hips thrusting into her hand she held tightly around him. “Oh, feels… shit, it’s so good, you’re gonna make me cum.” He babbled, dizzy with incoming orgasm.

“Go ahead. Cum. Such a pretty cock, S’a honor to have it in my hand.” Her lips puckered just a bit against his stubbly jawline. “Cum for me, Harry.” She nuzzled against him with a slight nip and he was done for.

He let out a deep groan, cock throbbing and finally going over the edge. Coating her hand and his stomach with sticky cum, he fucked his pick into her soft hand and held her wrist to him until he was too sensitive, pulling it off. His head swimming in orgasm, heat and pure bliss.

His face turned to meet her lapping his cum off her hand, humming as she did so. And that’s when Harry realized he was completely screwed. This fantasy about his best friend… wasn’t just fantasy anymore.

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suna-reversed · 3 years

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Somebody else

sukuna x reader/ yuuji x reader

wherein, your best friend takes over your lover’s body

decided to combine these two👀

(❤️=size difference)

Warnings/Tags- dub con, unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, choking, nipple play, mirror sex, degredation, slapping (once), spit kink, size kink, oral (m.receiving), bulging, slight exhibitionism?, yandere themes heavily implied! (all characters are aged up‼️)

The arrangement, per say, was quite peculiar. But you somehow still managed to work it out, much thanks to Yuuji’s patience and his willingness to allow such a thing.

You couldn’t remember when it started, perhaps it was your constant bickering with the mouth on Yuuji’s cheek or how it always seemed to show up whenever you were around, or perhaps it the time he saved your life during one particularly tedious mission, surprising everyone else.

Whatever it was, it had ended up making the king of curses grow a soft spot for you. Well, at least what would be considered soft for a curse. It was never acknowledged except for the one time you went to sleep in between tattooed arms and woke up to the face of your best friend staring intently at you,

“It’s okay, as long as you’re happy.” He’d said. You didn’t pay much heed to why he hadn’t removed his body from yours.

Time with Sukuna was scarce, most of it being when Yuuji would be too tired after a mission and involuntarily shift, leaving you alone in the hours of dusk with your lover, as he drove his lips all over your body, moaning filthy things in your ear as he rut into you- you could only hope your best friend was unconscious all throughout it.

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You were on your knees in between Sukuna’s legs, taking as much of his huge girth down your throat as you could, your hands taking care of what your tongue couldn’t. Glancing up at him through your lashes, you don’t fail to miss the smug look on his face as you desperately whine around his cock. You know he’s just playing, god forbid he ever cums anywhere except for deep inside your cunt.

“Begging for my cock already- how pathetic.”

His voice is gravelly calm, sending a shiver straight down your spine. You whine once again as he slightly bucks his hips up, your mouth struggling to encompass his massive member. One of his hands comes to grip your hair, your moan coming out muffled against a mouth full of cock.

“So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it-” He’s cut off with a groan, “Ah- shut up brat-”

You somehow get the feeling that he wasn’t talking to you, but you don’t have much the time to ponder over it as the hand on your head starts pushing down urging you to start moving once again.

“Fuck fuck- stop it! No-”

His voice is laced with genuine annoyance and you hurriedly pull yourself off of him, brows scrunched in confusion as you look up at him, wondering what you were doing wrong.

The face that stares back at you however is chillingly unfamiliar, a cheshire grin spread across it which makes the marked face of your lover seem like it is of a madman. You’re thoroughly confused by Sukuna’s behaviour- you know he’s complex at times but you’re truly at a loss of comprehension this time.

“Did I say that you could stop?”

You instinctively shake your head, no words leaving your mouth as you remain stunned with his strange behaviour.

His hand comes to caress your cheek, thumb moving to brush against your bottom lip,

“C’mere” he mumbles, and your body seems to move on it’s own, as you move your face close to his. The thumb on your bottom lip prods at your skin until you open your mouth and Sukuna brings his head to rest against yours- you’re too enchanted by the feral look in his eyes, gasping at the feeling of his saliva landing against the tip of your tongue. He presses your jaw shut with one hand as you struggle against it,

“Be a good girl and swallow it.”

His commanding tone instantly has you doing so. You’ve never seen such a side to him, however, you can’t say that you mind it. His grip on your jaw loosens and you let him switch your positions- not like you could’ve fought against his raw strength. His muscular chest is pressed to yours as he pins you down beneath him, one large hand exploring the valley in between your legs, dangerously trailing close to right where you want it to be but never quite reaching there.

“You like watching this huh?”

Again, there’s a strange feeling in your gut, but it’s overpowered as two fingers land against your sensitive nub, lightly pinching it which makes you push your hips against his fingers, asking for more.

A yelp escapes past your lips as he suddenly moves away, getting off the bed to stand at the edge. His cock stands tall against his stomach, tip still dripping with a mix of pre-cum and your spit from before.

“Come here, slut.”

You’re a little shocked at his words- used to getting spoiled with praise by this time of your rendezvous. Was he angry about something tonight?

“No- I forbid you from leaving my arms.” He had said as you cuddled earlier in the night, making you laugh and slap his chest- which was exactly what led to where you were now. He seemed fine before- perhaps he just felt rougher tonight?

“Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”

He growls out loud, snapping you out of your daze. You’re instantly crawling towards him, looking up at him with a mixture of both need and confusion as you wonder what he’s up to. A hand comes down to wrap around your throat, his breath right next to your ear as he leans forward,

“Next time-” the grip on your throat tightens, “...you listen when I tell you something.” You weakly nod your head, sighing as he pulls away.

Smack!

The burn on your cheek stings, making tears well up in the corner of your eyes- you look up, only to find yourself staring into a pair of orbs in between crinkled eyes, a smirk resting atop his lips- you almost feel guilty for the arousal that pools in between your legs.

“Now now, let’s show you what a proper fuck is.”

You’re being picked up, strong hands coming to knead the flesh of your ass as he walks you two over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. Before you know it, he’s sitting you down on the chair in front of your vanity table, turning you around so that you’re met with the reflection of your legs spread over his thighs, his cock rubbing against your soaking pussy.

You throw your head back against his chest as one of his hands moves forward to play with your clit, the other twisting and pinching your nipples. You’re grinding against his wet cock as he increases the pace of his fingers, moaning profanities as his teeth dig into your neck. You feel your orgasm building up, the tight coil in your stomach getting close to bursting and right as you’re there-

“No!” You cry out loud.

Your eyes meet in the mirror and you’re slightly thrown off by the bewildered expression on Sukuna’s face- almost guilt filled and panicked- his hands completely positioned away from your body.

“No please- don’t stop- need you filling me up so bad please.” You beg out loud, tears falling down your eyes, the ripples of your ripped away orgasm still pulsing through your body.

And just like that, it’s gone, and the hunger-filled eyes are back.

“Oh, she said she wants it- who am I to deny such a precious little thing?”

You don’t have the time to register his words as strong arms lift you up, positioning his huge cock against your slick heat. You moan at the contact, still sensitive but needy as you clench your eyes in pleasure.

“Do you know you look real pretty when you cry?”

Your mind is too fuzzy from the feeling of his tip stretching your insides to respond. A hand comes to your jaw- angling it forward,

“Come on, look at how my cock stretches your tight little hole- how you gush around it like a desperate whore.” You find your eyes opening out of their own accord and almost moan at the sight you’re met with.

His enormous length is almost halfway inside you, the base of his shaft glistening with your dripping juices as your tiny hole struggles to fit all of him in. One of his arms is protectively wrapped around your waist, pushing down against the bulge starting to form on your stomach while the other kneads your tits, pressing them together, pulling your nipples every now and then. His scarlet orbs hold a wild look from where they glance up at you, his face bowed down, teeth biting into your neck. He makes sure you see him smirk against your skin as he pushes himself up deeper into you making you cry out loud. He starts bouncing you up and down on his cock, moving your body like a rag doll as the air is filled with both of your loud groans and grunts.

Yuuji would argue that he’s dreamed about this for weeks- almost months- perhaps from the first time he laid eyes upon you. All those times he had to watch your body underneath his- only to barely be able to feel you, your saccharine moans hitting his ears and him not being the reason for it- it pissed him off beyond reason. He thrusted his hips harder into you, the hand on your tits moving down to rub circles onto your clit.

“Ah fuck- I’m close.”

That’s right- you were moaning for him now. More than you ever had for the stupid curse. Did he ever fill you up this well? Always handling you like you were as fragile as glass- when this is how a real whore like you wants to get fucked. He feels pride swell in his chest as he hears you crying about how big he is, how well he’s filling you up, how it’s too much- but you’re still crying for him to fill you up aren’t you? All while the king of curses sits back and watches helplessly.

He feels your walls clamp down on him, your frail little body compared to his thrashing from the overstimulation of pleasure as he continues to fuck you through your climax. He finds his own pleasure not too later, spilling inside you with a loud moan, grinning at the sight of you all fucked out in the mirror- his seed dripping out of your hole as he pulls you up, turning you around so that you’re facing him. Your head falls against his chest, arms coming around his neck- the audacity you have- no, you don’t get to do this shit with him after all the years he took care of you- all the years he spent loving you- only for you to go ahead and open your legs the second a pathetic man with tattoos and a silver tongue showed up.

“You didn’t think we were done did you?”

You’re still too exhausted from your previous feat, almost clawing at his body heat being pulled away from you as you’re manhandled onto your knees on the floor. Your pleas are shut down with a single stern look from him- apparently puppy eyes weren’t gonna work on him tonight like they usually do.

“I’m gonna make sure every single part of your body is covered with my cum by the time I’m done with you. Now suck.”

Who were you to deny him? Especially when he kept his word, fucking into you all over the bedroom, spilling his load onto your tits, ass, face- everywhere. You were so tired by the end of the night, you didn’t notice how he didn’t run a bath for you or stroke your hair while pressing kisses to marks he’d littered your neck with like always. Instead, the last thing you saw was his back as he walked out the room- did it not have tattoos? You didn’t remember it the next day as you clocked out.

The next few days are strange- with no sighting of your lover. You assume it’s because Yuuji’s busy with training or missions. That is until you meet him in the cafeteria.

“y/n! Good morning!” He greets you cheerfully, and you feel a little guilty for wishing he wasn’t in such high spirits- hoping he’d have been tired enough for you to get some time with Sukuna.

“Hey, where have you been?” You ask while leaning into his side hug. Just for the matter of a second, you think you notice a feral look flashing through his eyes- gosh, how much had you missed Sukuna to have to be imagining such a thing. Yuuji is still speaking, his usual happy grin on his face,

“...no worries though, I’ll make sure you get your time with your grumpy big cat.” Your heart warms at your best friend’s considerate offer, knowing his time is limited and he still chooses to give it to you.

“Thank you so much Yuuji! Have I ever told you how grateful I am to have you as a friend?”

“It’s no problem y/n!” He says, ruffling your hair, “As long as you’re happy…”

You do not understand why Sukuna refuses to enter your room that day- insisting you shift somewhere else- or why he refuses to even touch any part of your body where he himself had left marks upon- or why there’s an air of jealousy and possessiveness to him as he bends you over the couch, hands tied behind your back while he ruts into you like an animal in heat, promises of fucking you better than ever before being grunted into your ear.

Taglist- @bakugohoex @mahitochan @saturnmoon @lilshortcakess @itsyaboiana @p-each-y-day @osmosly @jotazinha @captainmads2092 @laura-marie-16 @tsuki-kusa

Thanks to my masochist baby @bakugohoex for helping with the idea🙄🙄 no I’m not killing the reader❤️

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zhongliologist · 3 years

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Breeding Kink Pt. 2 | Dragon!Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x fem!reader

Genre: SMUTTTT!!

Words: 5.2k

A/N: Oh god i have no braincells anymore. Zhongli fcked with my braincells as well. Here ya go. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Happy Birthday as well.

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

PART 1 HERE

It was already deep into the night.

The last of the busy market kiosks has died down, the golden glow of their lanterns flickered off for the day, while the late-night loiterers had gone to rest at their station as silence and the sound of crickets settled in. The harbor has truly gone to sleep after a rough day’s work, and will rise once again at early dawn.

Yet inside the bedchambers of a certain married couple, things were still heating up.

“Z-Zhongli…! Please…!”

You held on to the silken sheets tightly with face flushed and sweating. Every now and then, a moan would escape your lips, savoring the moment where ecstasy was at its peak. It felt good—really good—as your husband Zhongli thrusted sharply into you.

“YN…” he growled beside your ear as he bent down, kissing the bare skin of your shoulders. “YN…I’m close…haa…”

He could feel all the pleasure welling up inside of him. You were holding on to him like a vice grip, as if wringing him out of his seed and coaxing him to come inside you. Zhongli felt his dick twitch at the thought of filling you up, pushing him closer to his climax.

“Aahhh…so g-good….mmnn….! Zhongli…! I’m gonna—”

“My love…I-I…!”

—!

“Mama? Papa…?”

A knock at their door, followed by a small voice stopped the both of them in their tracks.

Oh no, not again…

Looking at each other, you and Zhongli immediately scrambled to compose yourselves.

“Yuqing…ah, please stay where you are—"

“Honey, just a second! Let me…let me just find my slippers—”

Hurriedly, you grabbed your discarded robe on the floor and put on your sandals, while your husband raced to the adjacent bathroom to relieve himself. “Love, I’ll be there in a moment. Please take Yuqing back to her room in the meantime,” was what he said.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by curious amber eyes—the same as her father’s—who seemingly stared at you as if trying to assess the situation. She was carrying her favorite plushie, a geovishap hatchling, for some reason, while you knelt down and caressed her cheeks gently.

“Yuqing? What’s wrong?” you asked her, “It’s way past your bedtime.”

“Something jumped from the window, Mama…! I…I don’t want to go back!” She replied, almost in a whisper as she held on to the plushie tightly.

Your daughter’s words immediately caught your attention. It could just be a squirrel, or maybe something more dangerous. Nevertheless, you have to go check it out.

“Alright, honey. Let’s see what it is,” you replied as you carried her on your arms. “Mama and Papa can easily hunt monsters down!”

Yuqing blinked at you. “Hm? But where’s Papa?”

“Oh, uh…he just needs to pee,” you replied awkwardly, not totally forgetting what you two were doing a while ago.

By the time you arrived at Yuqing’s bedroom, you were greeted by a calico cat which was carrying her own young into the room, staring at you both with scrutinizing eyes. It seemed to have taken a liking to the room and decided to take shelter there. You instantly knew what was the matter.

“It’s a mama cat!” Yuqing exclaimed happily, jumping from your grasps as you muttered “be careful!” at the ecstatic child.

“Don’t come too close to it, honey,” you told her, sitting on the bed as you watched your daughter crouch near the animal to observe it. “The mama cat doesn’t like it if you touch her kittens. She might scratch you.”

“Oh…” your daughter murmured disappointingly, and then returned to your side when she had enough watching.

Looking down to her, you could really see how much Yuqing resembled Zhongli—the same eyes, the same dignified yet gentle countenance. Her hair was a little lighter but it’ll probably turn as dark as Zhongli’s when she’s older. You smiled at the thought of watching your daughter grow—a few years ago, she was still so small and fragile as you held her for the first time, but now, she’ll be turning six, and then eleven, and then little will you know, she has become such a fine lady.

Pulling her into an embrace, you caught the child off guard as you smothered her with kisses.

“Mama!” She protested, but was giggling at the same time. “Mama…what are you doing!”

“I just love my dearest Yuqing!” you exclaimed, but then stopped to pat her head gently. “Now, are you still scared?”

The dark-haired girl shook her head with a smile. “I’m ok now, Mama! It was just a cat.”

“Alright,” you smiled as you began tucking her in again. “We’ll talk in the morning what we’ll do with the cat, but right now, it’s time for you to sleep. Little girls need to sleep for them to grow big, okay?”

“Understood! Good night then, Mama!” Yuqing replied underneath her blanket, as you gently soothed her head. The whole time, you continued to do it until she had finally fallen asleep, soft snores coming from the small child which made you smile warmly.

By the time you returned to your bedroom, you could see that the bathroom lights were still on. You were waiting for Zhongli to swing by Yuqing’s room earlier but for some reason, he’s been caught up in the bathroom this whole time. It also seemed like your husband had heard you enter the room and began calling for you.

“Dear…! Perhaps you could come here for a moment?”

Curious about what was going on, you then stepped into the bathroom and only to be greeted by a much larger, more draconic Zhongli. You could only stare at the large protruding horns on his head, the scales on his arms and legs, and the tail that was swinging back and forth between his legs. Not to mention the large thing on his crotch that made you do a double take at the mere sight of it.

Zhongli closed his eyes as soon as he noticed your stunned expression. Despite how he looks, he still had a bit of his self-control intact.

“YN, I think we have a problem here,” he told you as calmly as he could.

“I might be going into heat again.”

It was finally D-Day.

The both of you spent the last week trying to prepared for this, because unlike the first time, you had responsibilities. For one, Yuqing had to be taken elsewhere and away from the carnage. It will not bode well if your child is there while your husband is being one horny dragon.

The people both of you know where highly dangerous though. Among the rejected list was Childe, Hu Tao, and Venti, with the last one loudly lamenting how he couldn’t have fun with Yuqing in Mondstadt. Keqing and Ningguang would be great but they’re busy with work, while the adepti wouldn’t have enough skills and patience to babysit a child for a week, even if it was the child of the former geo archon. That’s why in the end, you asked Lumine and Aether to take care of your daughter for a while—they were at least, safe enough not to put Yuqing in danger. Hopefully.

On the other hand, you had to prepare yourself for another bang of your life. The first time had caught you off guard, but this time, you were prepared to satiate your half-dragon husband to the fullest. You had also prepared yourself to conceive another child. Well, you really were planning to, but it was the night when Yuqing interrupted you two.

“Dear?” A head peered into the kitchen—or rather, a head with two horns.

Zhongli’s dragon features seemed to be staying longer and longer the nearer his heat approaches. Luckily enough, it wasn’t much of a rare sight in Liyue.

“Oh, morning, Zhongli. Should I brew you some tea?” you asked, busying yourself with breakfast for your family of three.

“It’s alright. I’ll do it,” he replied as he stepped in beside you, preparing the hot water to be boiled.

For a while, the both of you stayed like this in silence. You were concentrating on not getting the congee burned while he was trying to get the proper temperature of the water.

In the end, it was Zhongli who broke the silence.

“Will you be alright later?”

You whipped your head to his direction. “H-huh? What? Me? Oh, I’ll be fine!”

“Are you sure?” he asked, turning to you and caressing your cheeks with the tip of his sharp claws. “If only I could assure you that it will be painless.”

“Zhongli,” you called his name firmly as you flipped an egg. “You have never hurt me, and you never will. I survived the first time, right? We have Yuqing running around after all.”

Your words seemed to have magically melted his worries away, no matter how tacky you thought there were. But you didn’t know that Zhongli simply needed your assurance that it will be okay, otherwise, he’d go into a spiral of worry. Comforted by your presence, he crept his arms around you, hugging you from your side.

“Ah, my wife…my lovely wife…” he muttered happily as he nestled his head on your shoulder, savoring your scent and your warmth. “You’re really my wife…”

You giggled at his sudden show of playfulness. “That I am, sir.”

For Zhongli to be this affectionate, it seemed his heat has really gotten to him. Normally, he’ll reserve these kinds of actions for the both of you late at night, but right now, he’s incredibly clingly and wouldn’t stop following you wherever you go. For the most part, he really loves taking in your scent and running his hands around your body.

Soon enough, you hear the loud and rapid padding of feet on the floor as it dashed towards the kitchen where the two of you were. In a few moments, Zhongli was face to face with his own daughter who grinned gleefully at him.

“Mama, Papa!” Yuqing exclaimed as she clung to you like her father.

“Now young lady, what brings you here early in the morning?” Zhongli asked mischievously, still hugging you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Lumine and Aether! They’re coming right? They’re coming!” she almost shouted, arm tightly adhered to your leg.

“In about half an hour, darling,” you replied. “Now, are you both aware that I’m trying to cook here? I can’t move!”

Instead of letting go however, Zhongli tightened his hold of you while nuzzling deeper on your shoulder while Yuqing did the same on your leg. You grumbled. “Like father, like daughter.”

Giggling, Yuqing glanced at her father who was tightly clinging to you like she was.

“Papa, do you like Mama?”

Zhongli, for a moment, smiled at her warmly before replying. “Very much so, my dear.”

You could only hide your flustered expression at his words. But of course, it made your heart skip a beat, even after marrying him and having his child, Zhongli could still make you feel this way with just a few words.

It was a good thing that Yuqing changed the subject before your heart could explode.

“Papa! You have horns!” she exclaimed and pointed at Zhongli’s head.

“Oh? Is this your first time seeing it?” he asked as he knelt to the floor. “Do you want to touch it?”

Zhongli could definitely see his daughter’s amber eyes sparkling with curiosity as she slowly inched her way closer to him. Yuqing may look like him, but she definitely has your temperament. The way she sees the world with so much wonder and excitement reminded Zhongli of you.

“Can I, Papa? Can I?” she asked, her small fingers reaching out for them.

“Yes, you may, my dear.”

Bending down, Zhongli felt Yuqing glide her fingers at smooth surface of the horns. “Be careful though, the tips should be sharp enough to wound you.”

Filled with wonder, the child gazed at Zhongli with amazement. “Papa, are you a dragon?!”

“I can become one.”

“Does…! Does that mean I can be a dragon too?!”

Aahh…You smiled at the two of them as you finished the last of your cooking. “Alright now. Let’s have breakfast. The twins will be here soon if we don’t hurry up!”

“Aether! Lumine!”

The dark-haired girl immediately ran towards the twins right after you opened the door to greet them, incredibly excited for the week ahead. Aether scooped her into his arms right away as Lumine pinched her cheek for being so adorable.

“We’re extremely grateful to you two for agreeing to take care of Yuqing,” you told them bashfully. “It was hard to think of anyone reliable and willing to do it in such a short notice.”

“It’s okay, YN,” Lumine replied, “We’d love to have Yuqing around anyway! Right, Aether?”

Distracted with playing with Yuqing, Aether turned to Lumine who was looking at him pointedly. “Huh? Oh! Oh yeah! We’re gonna play a lot!”

“Let’s play house again, Aether!” Yuqing interrupted, “I’ll be the mommy, Lumine will be the aunty and you’re the daddy!”

A large, tall shadow loomed over the twins from behind you. “I prefer if you’d arrange the designations in a different way.”

“Oh, Zhongli.” You turned to your husband who was menacing enough to make the male twin tremble like a leaf, especially in his half-dragon form.

“M-Mr. Z-Zhongli!” Aether immediately felt a chill run down his spine. If anything, he felt an overprotective dad is way scarier than all the monsters he battled so far.

“Good morning Mr. Zhongli,” Lumine greeted the man calmly with a smile. “You don’t have to worry about anything! Yuqing can be the mommy, I’ll be the daddy and Aether’s the dog.”

“Good.”

You could only smile awkwardly at the whole exchange. If this continues on, Zhongli might change his mind and insist his daughter to stay.

“Alright, here’s all her clothes for the week as well as other stuff she needs,” you interrupted as you shoved a bag on Lumine’s hands. “Please don’t hesitate to call us if something happens.”

Lumine only glanced at you with a plastered smile. Bothering them isn’t something she’d really want to do.

“We will, YN,” Aether replied and then exchanged looks with his sister. “I think it’s time for us to take off now though.”

“Alright. Come on, Yuqing, let mama and papa kiss you goodbye,” you told them as you reached out for your daughter who easily climbed out of Aether’s arms.

Crouching down, you and Zhongli embraced your daughter tightly, kissing her cheeks several times until she began protesting. With Zhongli chuckling, he patted her head gently while reminding her of several things.

“Now young lady, be of your best behavior. Don’t make Lumine and Aether worry too much.

“I will, Papa! Can I have almond tofu as a reward then?”

Zhongli smiled at her amusingly. “Alright. Do we have a contract then?”

“Yes! It’s a pinky promise!” Yuqing held out her pinky and linked it with Zhongli’s, who was careful not to scratch her with his claws.

“Don’t forget to drink your vitamins and eat your vegetables, ok? And sleep on time. Be careful not to go anywhere without telling Lumine or Aether!”

Yuqing sighed, “Yes, yes, Mama. I will.”

Ruffling her head, you finally kissed her forehead while Zhongli did the same.

“Don’t forget to have fun!”

As she ran off to Lumine’s side, the both of you stood up.

“We’ll be going then. See you after a week!” Aether exclaimed as they began to take the steps down the porch.

“Bye, bye, Mama, Papa!”

With that, the three of them disappeared and went off their way.

Glancing at your husband, it had finally dawned on you that this was only the beginning.

“So, should we get started?”

He asked, and you froze.

“W-wait…! Zhongli!”

“What’s the matter?”

Your husband asked you, as if he wasn’t pinning you against the wall, nuzzling against your neck as he took in your scent. You could feel his warm breath against your pulse, his hands on your waist as he continued to pepper small, faint kisses on your skin.

“It’s…it’s the middle of the day…a-and…and…!”

“You never had an issue with that… are you getting shy, my love?”

You could sense the teasing tone in his voice as he nibbled on your ear, without ever the intention of removing himself from you. Flustered, you pursed your lips as you bit down a moan.

“N-No, I’m not! It’s just…!”

“It’s just what?”

Zhongli smirked at your unexpected bashfulness, urging him to tease you more to see more of that adorable expression of yours.

“I-I mean, we just sent off Yuqing…and they might return or something—”

“Oh, they won’t.” Zhongli gave your jaw a small hickey. “Or at least I’m sure they are well aware not to bother us.”

“H-Huh…?”

Without furnishing you an answer, he simply knelt down before you and wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you down. Looking down, you could see him smirking mischievously at you, making you gulp.

“Why don’t we get you ready, my love?”

Slipping his head underneath your skirt, you instantly felt his lips on your thighs as he kissed his way up towards your core. You could feel yourself melting at the heat of the situation; the sensation of his warm tongue prodding your clothed entrance.

“Z-Zhongli…! Mnhh…!”

Even with your underwear on, you could easily feel him stimulate your sensitive clit as he circled his tongue around before sucking it. Your knees buckled immediately as you found your hands holding on to his horns, careful not to pull too much.

“You’re so drenched here, YN,” he told you, his voice vibrating against your sensitive parts.

“D-Don’t say that! O-Ohh…! Fuck!”

You couldn’t even tell him off properly as soon as he slid of your underwear and began to tease your hole with his tongue. You could feel him go in and out as his warmth filled you up. But it wasn’t enough, of course. After getting a taste of the real thing, nothing could satiate you other than him.

“Zhongli…oh god! Ah—!”

Without stopping, he continued to lap on your juices and stimulate you until you were at the edge of orgasm. You could feel your legs grow weak and the only thing keeping you from falling to the floor was his tight grip on you as he ruthlessly ate you out like a hungry man.

Peeking from underneath your skirt, Zhongli watched as he gradually pushed you closer and closer to your climax. His bright amber eyes filled with lust as he stared at your half-lidded eyes and trembling lips; crying his name out loud over and over again. He wanted to take you then and there, push his cock inside you until you were filled to the brim; his hard on was excruciatingly painful inside his pants, but he had to be patient and get you ready for him.

“Come for me, love,” he muttered, circling his tongue around your clit once more and sucking it.

It only took an instant for you to shiver and tremble in pleasure as you felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. Your skin felt like a surge of electricity passed over you as your knees buckled and your arms held on to his shoulders to stop you from falling over.

Removing himself from underneath your skirt, Zhongli then scooped your weak figure and carried you on his arms towards the sofa. He had you sitting on his lap facing him while you encircled your arms around his shoulders and waiting for your high to calm down.

For a while, the both of you stayed like this. Zhongli kept on giving you small pecks on your neck and shoulders, slowly divesting you of your clothes as he went around your body. It was slow and sensual; unlike the first time he was in heat.

“H-Hey…you too…” you purred, kissing the underside of his jaw.

He only hummed at you; his hands busy with getting your skirt off of you. “Yes?”

“Let me undress you too.”

Zhongli reigned in his urges as soon as he heard your suggestion. His face flushed as he watched you slowly remove his tie and unbutton his shirt to reveal his toned chest. Groaning at the feeling of your hands on his bare skin, he knew he only had a few moments left before all his self-control could fly off the window. But it was incredible, he could only feel himself grow even harder.

Soon enough, you were already on the floor kneeling before him. Zhongli felt himself tense up at what you were about to do, but had to strength left to stop you from doing it. Silently, he watched as you glide your hands on his things and then to the prolific bulge on his pants. You could feel him poke you earlier while you were sitting on his lap, which gave you the idea of blowing him off.

Gradually, you undid his belt and pants and finally take out his monstrosity of a cock. Zhongli gave a guttural groan as he felt your hands pump his shaft tentatively, his claws biting at the soft leather of the sofa.

It wasn’t the first time you saw his cock, and while it was impressive in normal days, the one right before you was definitely befitting of a dragon. You hesitated.

H-how did this thing fit inside of me before?!

Nevertheless, you continued on. It was massive but it was definitely hot, seeing Zhongli sitting there in front of you with a flushed face and his cock out. Timidly, you gave the tip a small peck as you slowly allowed your tongue to glide over it.

“Y-YN…that’s…!”

Empowered by his reactions, you then licked the underside of his shaft until it was glistening wet with your saliva. Eventually, precum began to ooze out of the tip and curiously, you began licking it as well, sucking it in the process.

“Ughh…! F-fuck…YN…! I’m really—”

Trying to bob your head up and down, you could only fit so much of him inside your mouth as your jaw tried to accommodate his size. But you felt your core tighten up and become wet, thinking that this cock will eventually fill you up to the brim with his cum.

Zhongli was rapidly losing it. He wanted to cum, but he wanted to cum inside of you and have you bear his child. He wanted to see your cunt filled with his seed until it oozes out of you, and then plug his cock back inside of you to fill you up once again.

No, this won’t do.

“YN…! Y-YN…! P-Please stop! Mnnh—!”

He held your chin to make you stop—the way your lips left a trail of saliva to his dick tempted him push it back inside your mouth—but he had to end it there, right before he came inside your mouth. Slowly he guided you towards him; confused as to why he stopped you right before he was about to come, you moved back to his lap where he gently caressed you and wiped his fluids from your cheeks.

“Let me kiss you, my love.”

In a soft and gentle kiss, Zhongli captured your lips. You could feel it radiating with love and warmth as he slid his lips over yours, his tongue darting inside, as if trying to fill his senses of you and only you. You both kissed until your lips were swollen, until you felt him rub his shaft against you unconsciously, making you moan in the kiss.

“Z-Zhongli…” you gasped for air. “Are you…holding yourself back?”

With those amber eyes, he gazed at you seriously—all the while keeping your lips closed to his.

“Is it a sin to treasure you so much?”

His words caught you off guard, but eventually, you smiled. Zhongli never failed to express his love for you. He was gentle and kind, a good husband and an even better father. Brushing a few stray locks of hair from his sweat-riddled face, you kissed his forehead as a way to show how much you appreciated his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you for thinking about me, Zhongli,” you remarked, “But right now, I really want you to let loose and fill me up completely with you.”

With eyes blown wide, Zhongli felt himself twitch at your words—his arousal no longer hidden. Grabbing the back of your head, he then crashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss lidden with passion and lust. He bit and licked on your lips while his hand groped your full breasts, pinching at your nipples to make you gasp against his lips.

“Then so be it,” he smirked. “I’ll make you completely mine.”

Guiding his shaft to your slick entrance, he pushed himself inside of you in one go—making you squeal at the sudden sensation of being penetrated. It took some time for you to accommodate his large cock, but eventually, your cunt was drenched so much that it hadn’t become much of an issue.

“Z-Zhongli…! Oh god—fuck! …s-so big…!”

You began riding him, moving up and down on his lap while Zhongli continued to make you feel good by playing with your breasts. You could feel his sharp claws make indentations on your skin, but not hard enough to draw blood, but it was a strange sensation which only heightened the pleasure of having his dragon cock thrusted inside of you.

“Hnnghh!! Y-YN…!” Zhongli winced at the sudden tightness, and began to distract himself from cumming by licking on your pert nipples until they were red and sensitive.

With pleasure attacking you from different parts, you could only mewl as Zhongli gradually turned you into a lewd mess as you felt him twitch inside of you. Soon enough, he’ll be cumming inside of you, and that would the first among many others for this entire week. If his first heat said anything, Zhongli wouldn’t stop mating with you until you were fertilized with his seed.

The thought did nothing but coax you to your climax. You could feel yourself tighten around him as he pounded into you mercilessly, your juices mixing together. Zhongli was also close. He was already extremely aroused, and it wouldn’t take long for him to climax.

“A-Ah—! YN….! L-love…I’m…I’m close…!”

He muttered with face flushed and breath ragged.

“Yes…! Oh god, yes…! P-Please, Zhongli…! Ah—! F-fill me…fill me up…!”

In just a few thrusts, the both of you came at the same time. He pushed deep inside of you and came; his warmth filling you up until he was spent. You were still shivering with pleasure when he pulled you in for a kiss, his tongue once again ravishing you with so much intensity that it could be argued that he made you come once again with just a kiss.

Reeling in from the afterglow, you could still feel him hot and hard inside of you, as his breathed hard against your neck. You were no different though—the way your mind was still covered with a haze of lust, or the way his cock inside of you felt so good as it hit a particularly good spot. The aphrodisiac you got from Dr. Baizhu seemed to be quite effective.

Removing yourself from his embrace, you staggered to stand up with your limp legs, but managed to crawl on fours right beside him.

Zhongli was both bewildered and disappointed to have your warm body away from him, but when you pushed your ass before him and gazed at him with sultry eyes, he felt his heart rate pick up the pace.

It was embarrassing to show your cunt dripping with your juices and his cum, but you didn’t really care much. You were too entrenched with arousal to feel embarrassment.

“Z-Zhongli…let’s…let’s do it again…?”

Grabbing your ass, he spread you out even more, and even slapped your butt lightly. Zhongli could definitely see his cum dripping out of you and promptly scooped it up with his finger and pushed it back inside of you.

“P-Please…! Zhongli…I—!”

He smirked. “Very well.”

Without warning, he slid himself back inside of you; making you bite back the remaining words. It felt incredible having him inside. It was hot, as if you were burned and electrified at the same time. Your mouth hardly had the time to close as he continued to piston in and out of you.

This time however, Zhongli began playing with your oversensitive clit, groaning loudly at how you tightened your walls around him. You squealed in delight as his cock hit a particularly good spot, making you cum sooner than expected.

“Oh…o-oh god! Z-Zhongli….! Zhongli…! A-ah…!”

Yet despite your premature climax, he continued on—thrusting inside of you and prolonging your orgasm. It was so good you could feel tears pooling the side of your eyes as he plowed your sensitive cunt.

“You came, didn’t you?” he asked, his lips once again on yours. “I’ll make you come again soon enough.”

True to his promised, Zhongli picked up his pace and fucked you as roughly as he could. You knew there will be bruises after this but the pleasure was greater than anything for you to care about. The way his cock just fills you up, hitting your g-spot over and over again relentlessly, or the way his groans just sends shivers down your spine.

“F-Fuck…! Fuck…!Z-Zhongli! I’m—! I’m gonna…!”

“Yes, love...! Haa….come for me…! I’ll fill you up with my seed…”

Once again, you came from the overstimulation—your arms failing as the pleasure was greater than anything you experienced so far.

“F-fuck…YN…a-ah—!”

With that, Zhongli suddenly bit your shoulder as he pumped more of his seed inside of you, which only overflowed from your hole. You mewled at the mixture of pain and pleasure, unable to distinguish the one from the other, but you knew it felt extremely good.

Zhongli was silent for a while as he lapped on the bitemarks he had made. He was glad that he hadn’t bit too hard, but for some reason, he also liked how you were marked as his.

“Allow me to take you to the bedroom,” he whispered to you as you nodded your head groggily. Sleep was beginning to approach you fast.

Unsheathing himself from you, you winced at the sudden feeling of emptiness. But it was immediately remedied by the feeling of his warm body near you as he carried you to your shared bedroom. Slowly, he laid you down on the soft mattress and eventually joined you there, embracing you from the back.

“Let’s rest for now,” he muttered right before your eyelids fell heavy. “We’ll need it for later.”

And he was right.

For the next few days, the two of you tainted every room inside the house (well, except for Yuqing’s bedroom).

From the kitchen where Zhongli fucked you from behind, bending you on the counter as he emptied himself inside of you—to the bathroom where cleaning up turned into another round where he slowly entered you while underwater—or on the floor, which was only because you couldn’t reach the bed because he was too horny for his own good.

It was only then, as the both of you rested from the last round which took all night and early morning, that you realized how much time had passed.

“Mama! Papa! I’m back!”

Your eyes shot open, and glanced at Zhongli who was staring at you as well.

“Oh no.”

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