#they just stay pulled up instead of being flush with the body as they should

[chlorinecake]

heyyy, could I ask for a soft fic like jay your fiancé wakes up to you squirming so much and whimpering cause of DAMN CRAMPSS na the doesn't know about your period till it leaks on your guys's bedd. then he tries to take care of it when you're asleep and when you wake up you get all embarrassed (lmao that's how I feel) but he insists on helping you and thought out the day he learns that you his fiancé has bad cramps, lower back pain, nausea, gets cold, often hot flashes and gets dizzy a lot basically bed ridden, can I be

🪻anon thanksskskksks

✿ — let me take care of you | p.js

pairing. 𓏌 fiancé jay x fem. reader 𓏌 contains. just jay being a super affectionate and caring fiancé, mentions of blood, some cuddling, kisses, pure fluff 𓏌 word count. 0.7k 🖱 ⑅ path to the bookshelf ◍

"mmm," you whined in your sleep, tossing and turning to the point that you woke up your fiancé who was sleeping next to you.

he cradled you from behind, hands covering your stomach as your hands squeezed over his.

"what's wrong baby," he pouted, warm face nuzzling in the crook of your shoulder as he soothed you.

still stuck in your slumber, all you did was whine in response, curling over his hands as the pain in your abdomen increase with a sharpness.

"____?" he whispered groggily, worried that you might be having a nightmare.

the softness of his voice somehow reeled you from your sleep, your eyes creaking open like an old door.

"can you just hold me like this for a little longer... please?"

"of course, baby, im right here..." he smiled, kissing your sweaty temple while his soothing hand caressed your figure.

jay couldn't shake how troubled you seemed in this moment, so he tried his best to stay still until you fell back to sleep instead of questioning what was really going on with you.

letting a few drowsy moments pass, he finally heard the sound of your purr-like breaths against the pillow, your body falling fast to sleep as your body grew warmer.

"ohh, you're burning up,” jay exclaimed, not sure if you could hear him as he said, “let me get you a cold towel."

he shimmied from behind you, pulling the covers back so the cool air from the ceiling fan could hit you.

that's when he saw a splotchy patch of scarlet-red blood right beneath where your hips were resting in the mattress, a bit of it having smeared from the sheets onto your legs.

with this, jay immediately knew what the source of your restless pain was now.

he sighed in relief, thankful that it had nothing to do with a virus, but everything to do with your body naturally functioning, just as it should.

as your fiancé, jay understood that it was his duty to help you when he could, and the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up and have to deal with this mess yourself.

he went to the bathroom to warm up a towel with soapy water, wiping at the blood on your legs.

suddenly, your skin sprouted with goosebumps.

"poor baby... now you're cold, too?”

tossing the blood-stained towel which was meant to land at the edge of your shared bed, it accidentally collided with a bottle of soap in the dresser, the heavy container falling to the ground with a loud thud.

the sound was loud enough to wake you back up again.

“j-jay, what’re you doing,” you asked with weak eyes, feeling his large hand smooth out the bumps on your cold skin.

“you got your period last night, ____,” he said with a smile, but you only groaned at his words, turning to see the blood only to crumble inside, "easy now, baby."

"no jay, get away from me, I don't wanna get you dirty," you protested, turning over to move his hands just to end up feeling dizzy.

and nauseous.

"sweetheart, there's nothing dirty about this, i'm here to help you," he replied, your flushed face making his heart swell.

"but I need to clean this up myself- OH gosh, there's even more blood over here," you whined dramatically, groaning out loud before burying your face in your hands.

"don't worry about it, love. you can stay here while I run you a bath, okay?" jay offered kindly, not been able to hold back the chuckle in his throat thanks to your exaggerated reaction right now.

"no, no, I got it-"

"____, it'll give me time to get the sheets washed while you soak in the tub," he interrupted your rambling softly before kissing you. "I'll be back with your clothes and a towel once you get out..."

you let out a submissive sigh, not being able to fight against him anymore after he just kissed you...

besides, he really was only trying to help you, despite how embarrassed it made you feel.

"okay then," you nodded, crawling out of the bed with his hand in yours, both your engagement bands sliding over each other. "oh, and jay...?"

"mhm?"

"can you bring me a pad, please?... one of the bigger ones from the shelf downstairs."

he smiled at how cute you were in this moment, already feeling more comfortable with him being involved in this candid part of your life.

"gotchya, princess," he said with a smirk, taking the sheets and pillowcases off of the bed before going you in the restroom where he would soon run your warm and bubbly soak.

𓏌 Thank you all so much for reading this fic, and apologies to the original anon for me taking so long to get to this ;-;

𓏌 — tags: @squoxle @nikisvanillaccola @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @wonbinisbabygurl @addictedtohobi @watamotee33 @bachuya

#𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 🎂 #jay ff #jay park #park jongseong #enhypen #enhypen ff #jay fluff #jay soft thoughts #enhypen fluff #jay x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fanfic #enhypen x reader #sunghoon x reader #heeseung x reader #jake x reader #jake fluff #heeseung fluff #sunghoon fluff #enha soft hours #enha scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen reactions #enha #park jay #jay enhypen #jay headcanons

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

the Toyota Yaris is my babygirl... (I have a 2002 one which I named Tilly)

can I learn some more about my car maybe?

Call yourself Dr. Pepper because you can!

I have made a helpful diagram to illustrate.

Very happy someone asked about the car me dad was gonna buy, so I get to show its funky optical-illusion digidash that, through some magic I must say still eludes me, is made to look a lot further than it is so your eyes don't have to refocus to glance at it.

And I know what you're thinking - "Wow, digidashes are so cool, if only there was a website that collected them all" and my dear where do you think I got this image from? ;) But there's another cool thing about this image, speaking of it - what's with the coordinates in the lower display? Well it turns out that's why that button at the bottom right says "NAVI" above it - for the low low price of an absolute fucking fortune that it seems no one was willing to pay you could get your Yaris fitted with a little underseat satellite navigation unit that fed off map CDs (because people who say things were better back in the day just don't remember the details that well) and gave you directions in return!

"But wait", I hope and pray you're thinking so I get to do the reveal, "where's the screen then?" Well it's right there! What more screen do you need to be given a turn and a distance?

And that's not even all the cool tech that the Yaris ever got! In 2004, they made a special version called "Yaris Blue", available in blue, blue and blue, which offered steering wheel controls and what color was that tooth again ah right Bluetooth!

Hm. I wonder what website this image came from. Guess we'll never know. Anyway, imagine life in 2004 with a decked out Yaris: electric windows, a sunroof, Bluetooth and satnav, a wicked digidash... what else did you need? Hell, what else do you need today? Maybe a bit of space, but that was taken care of by the Yaris Verso that was introduced alongside it a couple years later! It married Toyota reliability and quality with a surprisingly spacious mini-MPV body style, with the only problem of being phantasmagorically ugly.

yeah. I don't think even in Japan you couldn't find one that looks decent.

Hm. I'm gonna need to sample the public on this one, but the fact that they call it Fun Cargo there may risk swaying me over.

They also did other fun things with the Mk1 Yaris in Japan, like calling it Vitz, giving it a turbo version because of COURSE, and making it one of Gran Turismo's most famous surprise win cars. You know how Gran Turismo has made many people, including some of y'all, fall in love with some cars? Yeah. I suspect it's done the opposite here. It is worth noting, here, that Gran Turismo random car prizes were not influenced by what cars you already had. Do you see where I am going with this.

Links in blue are posts of mine explaining the words in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

#one thing I have noticed about these though is many of them seem to have door handle issues #they just stay pulled up instead of being flush with the body as they should #hopefully yours is okay on that front #toyota yaris

[kooeater]

snatched | JJK

jungkook x f.reader

smut | angst | fluff

warnings: smut, cheating, homewrecking, unprotected sex, dom!jk, corruption kink, daddy kink, missionary, riding/cowgirl, age gap, slight innocence, virginity loss, dirty talk, bigtitties, big!dick jk, choking, size kink, bleeding, angst, mentions of after sex pain (poor reader 😔), aftercare, fluffy end, crazy shit

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You loved your plushies so much, they were your best friends. You took your plushie collection pretty seriously, and as you should because plushies are the best things ever.

You care about them so much that you find yourself turning their body’s around, making sure that they weren’t facing the direction of your bed. You didn’t let them see the acts that were soon going to be committed on your bed.

Your roomate eunbi wasn’t home at the moment, leaving you to roam around freely.

You loved the space you had to yourself, you loved being in your own mindset, but you did find yourself becoming lonely. You never really had friends to hang out with, and you never had feelings for any other person romantically, which was something people your age are interested in.

You never felt trust in people to connect with them in such way. It stayed like that all your life, until the day you let your roommates boyfriend take your virginity.

“Looks so big in your small cunt.” He moans out loud as your pussy clenches around his long thick cock, making him hiss and pound into your tight cunt harder and faster than ever before.

Tears escape your eyes and roll down your flushed checks, the pleasure and satisfying feeling of your pussy being drilled into was too much for you to take resulting to your tears.

“Small cunt was made to get used by me, fuck. You like it yeah? You like when I fuck you baby? You’re such a good girl.” He pulled out of your messy pussy and gave your pussy a slap making you let out a cute yelp.

You were a cute little thing, all fucked out under him, looking like a doll. You were a doll, you were a fuck doll for him to corrupt. You were his, he owned you, he marked you as his very own the second you decided to let him take your purity.

“Come sit on it baby doll”

You did as you were told. Weakly nodding as you made your way to his lap where his dick was standing hard and tall, waiting to be fucking your aching hole again.

“Ride me princess, show me how much you love this cock” he growls in your ear as you sink down on his length, letting out a breathy whimper at how full you felt by just sliding the tip in. He was so big.

You bounced up and down his member, thighs shivering due to the fact that your pussy was getting split into, but you loved it. You can’t help but smile at the fact that you had him inside of you at the moment, catching yourself smiling at the thought of having him to yourself at the moment.

“Feels so good daddy” you put your arms around his neck, your huge boobs now in his face.

He gives your nipples a few licks with his tongue, he then wraps his muscular tattooed arms around your waist and fucks up into you. The tip of his dick hitting spots in you that had you closing your eyes and letting out pleasure filled screams that had him wrap his hand around your neck to shut you up, not knowing that him doing so brought you to your high.

“You’re so filthy princess.” he chuckles out, his thrust getting sloppy as he’s close to his high as well.

It wasn’t long until Jungkook filled up your pussy with his cum, not caring about the consequences unprotected sex had. He was a good guy, he really was. You were just too fucking cute not to fuck.

He didn’t pull out of you, instead keeping his cock inside of you so you were stuffed with him cum. Never in his 28 years of living has he used his cock as a cum plug but for you, oh he’d do anything. You on the other hand, you were in your own little world.

You stared at him with nothing but pure love in your eyes. You were in love with this man, you wanted to marry this man. You always liked him, but you were too good of a girl to ever hit on him, that was until you heard the sound of eunbi and Jungkook having sex, it angered you to your core.

Ever since then, you pranced around Jungkook in the smallest shorts and skirts, bending over so he can see your goodies. You would wear tees that had your boobs spilling out, knowing Jungkook was watching them like a hawk, but you don’t blame him, your boobs were too big to not notice.

“What are you thinking about baby?” you look up at him, giving him love eyes.

“About you. About.. about us.” you sound so small, so unsure of what you were feeling but you instantly thought it was love.

“Gave you dick and you’re already thinking about “us” aren’t you?” he jokes around with you, but you didn’t want jokes. You wanted him to tell you how much you meant to him and that he’ll never leave your side.

“Eunbi is the same way.” he laughs off, thinking you’d laugh back but really, tears just left your eyes.

“Stop! Don’t think about her, don’t talk about her. I’m the only girl you should think about, you only give dick to me and no one else!” your words shock not just Jungkook but also yourself.

“Sorry.. I.. I didn’t mean that.” you quickly say but it is too late to take it back.

“Wow. I- look you’re an amazing girl, and I do care and feel for you, but leaving eunbi will be.. difficult .” his words cause nothing but heartbreak.

“But, I gave myself to you. No one had ever touched me that way. Why would you do this if I don’t mean anything to you?! Why.. why would you do this.” you were too naive to understand that Jungkook was a man, who has urges, who likes to fuck, who likes to feel pleasure, and was simply using you to feel pleasure.

Sure, he does care about you and would be devastated to hear if anything bad happened to you, but it was still true.

“Hey, you were willing to do it too alright? I thought you’d know that this was all for the psychical feeling, it wasn’t supposed to be emotional. Darling, this is a secret. I’m more than happy to do this with you all the time, but it’ll have to stay a secret.”

you didn’t know if you wanted to stab yourself or go up to him and let him hold you, and tell you that everything will be okay.

You didn’t say a word to him, your eyes travel to the sight of your body. You see drops and trails of blood coming from in between your legs, it dripping down and leaving a puddle to the part of the bed you were sitting at. It hurt down there. It was worth it, but you were aching. Your body was tired, your mind was tired.

Your naked body was soon covered with a pink silky nightgown you threw on, ignoring the gaze of the man who just basically ruined your life because you know you’ll never get over this, and him.

“Gonna talk to me? Should I leave..”

“Why would I want you to leave Jungkook? I just gave you my body, and it hurts now. I need you to take care of me I don’t need you to leave me.” your voice was soft, and sad.

He didn’t say anything, instead he came to you. He easily scoops your body up, sits you down on your vanity chair. He disappears into your bathroom and comes out with clean damped cloths.

“May I?” He asked as he tugs on your nightgown, signaling if he could lift it up to reveal the flower between your legs.

You hated how he sounded like a gentleman, making your heart flutter. You nod at him, of course you nod at him. Allowing him to do whatever to you.

You gasp softly at the feeling of a damp cloth slowly and gently moving against your sensitive area. The cloth cleaning up the cum that was dripping on your pussy and inner thighs. Another cloth comes to the back of your legs and inner thighs once again, cleaning up your purity blood. He then cleaned himself up, not taking too long so he can put his focus back on you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you felt strongly about me, I really thought it was just for sex. But hey, it’s alright you don’t have to cry.” His large tattooed fingers wipe away the tears leaving your eyes.

His soft lips touching yours as he picks you up once more before putting you into your bed. Your body flutters at the feeling of the fresh bedsheets, your blanket soon covering your body as you’re pushed against Jungkook who also made himself comfortable in your bed for the second time. His muscular tattooed arms wrap around your waist, bringing you close to him. He curses himself inside his head as he gawks at your breast for too long, feeling his cock swell up again.

you break your silence, asking him a question instead of letting him feel up on you. “Do you feel bad.” you didn’t have to say anything else for him to understand what you were talking about.

He felt bad, about everything. He felt bad for eunbi, their relationship wasn’t going anywhere, both of them too scared to admit that they want to break up with each other due to the amount of history they have. Even though eunbi might want a break from Jungkook, she still loves him and would be absolutely furious if she finds out that her roommate slept with her boyfriend. Jungkook isn’t afraid to except the fact that he’s no longer in love with eunbi, but he still cares for her deeply.

“Of course I do. Obviously I’m going to break up with her, it’s going to be hard for both me and her but it is what it is.” you softly nod at his words, guilt filling your mind when you think about the betrayal you have caused your roomate.

“I also feel bad for ever hurting your feelings. I thought this was just for sex, but I’m an idiot who thought with his dick instead of being logical. When you told me you were a virgin I felt the need to just have you all to myself, a bit selfish.”

you continue to nod at his words, you wanted him to feel understood, even if you knew deep down there’s nothing right about what you two have done.

“I don’t blame you if you don’t feel the same way about me. Maybe I’m just attached to you because you were the first to have me, so no worries. I’m just a bit hurt in every way, I’ll get over it I think.” you didn’t want his pity, but you also wanted to stay in his arms.

“I can’t say I’m in love with you or anything like that, but I’m extremely convinced I could be, if you give me the chance that is. We don’t have to even have sex! Just.. get to know each other and maybe date and stuff.” you couldn’t believe at the giggly man who was blushing into your neck.

You felt yourself smile deep inside, like an idiot, but a flustered idiot. You felt butterflies in your tummy, you still feel guilty but.. “it is what it is right?” you thought.

“I’d like that, and yes we still do need to have sex.” you giggle out, making Jungkook giggle back.

Before he could say anything, you hear the front door of your apartment open. Oh lord, how is eunbi ever going to be okay with this.

How are you going to tell her that her boyfriend has been snatched.

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an: hi guys here’s another fic I have for you guys!! 💌this one’s a little filthy and a little wrong, but I do NOT encourage this stuff irl, this is just fantasy please don’t go around stealing girls boyfriends that’s fucked up lmao unless she’s been a bitch to you then yeah maybe but 😭 anyways!! I hope you guys enjoyed this 🎀🫶🏻 like this post and follow if you feel like it :) 🌷💋

- belle 🧁

#jungkook #jungkook x reader

[4st4rion]

some close proximity

ao3 link

just over 1k; astarion is in a bad mood, u make him feel better, kissing ensues. second person pov (astarion x you) and fully gender neutral. mild act 3 spoilers!

Astarion has been in a bad mood all day, and, frankly, you're fucking sick of it.

You don't confront him in front of everyone, because you're not an asshole, but you wait until it's just the two of you left in your rooms at the Elfsong, everyone else gone to have dinner and drink downstairs.

He's about to leave, too, but you stop him with a hand on his arm.

"Astarion," you say, hoping it comes off as gently as possible.

He whips around, brows furrowed together in an angry expression.

"What?"

You raise your eyebrows at him. He's really in a bad mood if he's being this short with his own lover.

"Astarion," you repeat, firmly this time. "What's going on with you today?"

A hundred emotions war over his face — first it's the anger at being called out, then denial that anything is wrong, then guilt and regret for snapping at you, and his eyes avoid your own as he heaves a dramatic sigh.

"Nothing," he lies, in that near-hysterical pitch he has when he's worked up. "We're only lingering in my ex-master's hunting grounds, staying at the tavern I used to hunt," he says. "How could I possibly be anything but ecstatic to hang around?"

You frown.

"Is that what it is?" you ask, ignoring the part of you that wants to get defensive about his tone with you. "Astarion, you're safe with us," you remind him, taking his hand and holding it intently. "None of us would let any harm come to you."

He flinches like he's going to pull his hand away, but decides not to.

"How do you know?" he mutters, still not looking at you. "Cazador himself could come find us any night."

"He'd be a fool to," you hum. "You're surrounded by allies, and you're no longer under his control."

You squeeze his hand.

"Cazador is probably cowering right now, afraid of his own death, knowing we're in the city," you say, and that almost gets Astarion to smirk.

"I'm sure he's shitting himself," Astarion says sarcastically, but you roll with it.

"And pissing, too," you add. "He's running out of pants from how often he's shitting and pissing himself."

That, stupid as it is, makes Astarion laugh.

He glances at you, then scoffs, still smiling.

"I hate that you make me feel better," he admits, winding his fingers around yours. "Little shit."

You smile back.

"I'm your little shit, though," you say, before you can consider whether you should or not, and he goes still.

"Are you?" he asks, softly. Cautiously.

"A little shit?" you ask, giving you both the chance to escape this conversation, but he only laughs one amused huff.

"No," he says. "Are you? Mine?"

The look in his eyes is dangerous; you want to pull him into a kiss and never stop, give him anything and everything, let the world melt around you in favor of giving yourself to him, body and mind and soul.

"Maybe," you say, trying to sound coy but sounding nervous, instead.

The hand that isn't in yours comes to up pet you, his thumb running over your cheekbone and your lower lip before he leans in to kiss you. It's as intoxicating as ever, and you let yourself relax as the two of you kiss over and over in your shared room.

Your free hand holds him at his hip, first, then at his waist, pulling him in until the two of you are flush together. He won't stop kissing you, stealing your breath away and swallowing anything you may have to say about the situation.

"Are you mine?" he asks again, once you're flustered and weak in the knees.

You swallow thickly.

"Might be," you admit, but it's not what he wants to hear — his hands leave you to guide you by your hips, back until your legs meet your comfortable daybed and you tumble down onto the mattress.

He climbs on top of you, and you'd compare him to a predator if he wasn't giggling quietly to himself as he bullies between your legs. You can't help but laugh, too, because it's a little ridiculous, isn't it? You've been together, been something, since you helped the tieflings at Emerald Grove, fighting side by side and barely ever apart — it should be easy enough to admit that you're his.

He pulls your shirt off of you and sets to laying kisses down your neck and chest, paying extra attention just under your ear until you know there's going to be a lovebite worried into your skin.

"Bastard," you mutter, but he only laughs again.

"Everyone already knows we're together," he reasons. "I might as well mark you."

His words send something hot creeping under your skin. You'd like that, you think — being marked as belonging to someone. How different is a lovebite from a wedding ring, when you think about it? Or a collar, or a scar? It's a symbol of ownership, isn't it?

"Don't tempt me to do the same," you threaten, even though that thought sends something even hotter through you. He'd look good with a ring of bruises bitten around his neck, outlines of your teeth indented in his skin.

He bites at your neck, not drawing blood but not gently, and it startles a quiet noise out of you.

"Tell me you are mine," he says this time, and you can't deny it any longer.

"I'm yours," you sigh, as his teeth make themselves at home in your neck.

"Only mine," he growls, and you laugh. You've certainly been getting hit on a lot lately, yeah; between the Emperor shooting his shot and having to stop Halsin from confessing his feelings, it's no surprise he's feeling possessive.

"Only yours," you purr. You drape your arms over his shoulders and pull him closer, arching against him to press your body up to his and baring your neck for him. "I haven't thought of anyone but you since we met," you admit, your voice as low and sultry as you can manage.

He whines against you and takes your offering, biting into your neck with his fangs and drawing blood. It doesn't happen every time you have sex, and it doesn't always lead to sex, but sex and feeding are entwined enough that one tends to tangle into the other. Not that you mind, far from it — his bite becomes pleasantly numb as he drinks from you and the mild lightheadedness only adds to how dreamy it is every time you get intimate with him.

"You mean everything to me," you say, slow and sleepy-sounding, everything getting further and further away as he drinks. "You are everything to me."

He makes another desperate noise into your veins and pulls up, away. His mouth seals over the same spot to suck the last trickles of blood that ooze up and he licks to help the wound begin to heal, his tongue especially familiar here.

As soon as he trusts your skin not to split back open, he's moving up to kiss you again. You'd be more disturbed by the taste of your own blood on his tongue if you weren't used to it by now.

"You are mine," he shudders between kisses. "Just as I am yours," he adds, his voice full of fake confidence.

"You are," you immediately affirm, wanting him to know it's true and it's mutual.

"Not like I was his," he hisses. “In a different way."

You nod against him.

"A better way," you agree, and he nods, too, kissing you even harder.

You stay that way for a good, long while, tangled together on the bed. Time and place melt away; the only things that exist or have ever existed are the two of you, here, now, together, and the quiet sounds of love between your mouths.

It's good.

It's perfect.

#astarion #astarion fic #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #tavstarion

[slut4chriss]

quiet.

(pt.1)

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader.

summary: you and chris have been together for 8 months but his parents don’t like or approve of you. so, instead of asking for you to come over, he sneaks you over.

warnings: another high school au, smut, dom!chris, p in v, fingering, stomach bulge, a little degrading, a little praise, little use of y/n, petnames.

a/n: can y’all tell i love high school chris?? 🥰🥰. this based off one of my fav songs so yayy! anyways, hope you enjoy! ily. proofread

word count: 1,174

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it’s 1AM and you’re about to close your eyes when your phone buzzes. you groan and pick it up, seeing 2 texts from your boyfriend, chris. a smile forms on you face as you read them.

chris:

hi baby!!

you should come over. but go through the window please, i’m sorry, my parents are home.

y/n:

i’m on my way, i’ll be there in 10.

and with that you got up, put on a little makeup and a cute but comfy outfit. you wore one of chris’ hoodies and sleep shorts. you grab your phone and go downstairs quietly. you open the door quietly, closing it just as quietly and start making your way down the road to chris’.

about 8 minutes later you arrive at his house. you hop his fence. his room is on the second story so you climb the electrical box. you knock on his window softly.

chris jumps up from his bed with a smile when he hears your knock. he opens the window and helps you in. once you’re in he embraces you tightly. “you made it! i missed you, baby.” you smile softly, “i missed you too.” he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and smiles, “you’re so beautiful, you know that?” your face flushes, “thank you, chris.” he nods.

he cups your face and brings you in for a passionate kiss. one of his hands goes around to the small of your back, pressing you against him more. the kiss slowly becomes more passionate, his other hand slipping to your waist. he moves his hand that was on the small of your back to your ass, squeezing it slightly. you gasp and he take this as the perfect time to slip his tongue in your mouth. you moan softly as his tongue explores your mouth. he slips his hand on your waist to under your hoodie. you “coincidentally” have nothing but a bra under your hoodie.

he pulls away for a second. his voice is horse and deep, “take this off.” you nod and start removing your hoodie. he stares at your body once it’s off. he hooks his fingers on your bra clasp and looks up at you for approval. “may i?” you nod, “you may.” he removes your bra, throwing it aside.

he cups your boobs immediately and flicks your nipples. you moan softly as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. the other being massaged by his hand. his tongue flicks around with your nipple and he sucks on it. this makes you moan loudly and he brings his hand up to cover your mouth.

he detaches from your nipple and speaks sternly, “i told you my parents are home, y/n. quiet down.” you gulp and nod. “i- i’m sorry, it just feels so good.” he smiles softly and kisses your forehead. “i know, baby. just try and stay quiet, okay?”

you nod and he picks you up, laying you on the bed. he pushes your legs open and whispers, “let me take off your shorts?” you nod, “go ahead.” he removes your shorts and sees you’re pantieless. he smirks, “no panties? slut.” your face flushes and he licks his fingers, inserting them in you. you moan softly and he covers your mouth. “what did i say? quiet down.” you nod and he starts plunging his fingers in you at a rapid pace.

“you gonna be a slut and wear no panties? then you’ll be treated like one.” you whimper and start closing you legs. chris pushes your legs open and starts moving his fingers even faster. you whine loudly. your words are muffled by his hand but he can hear them. “c- close.” he smirks, “yea? you close? cum on my fingers like the slut you are.” and just like that, your hot liquid shot out of you, all over his fingers. he groans at the sight and licks his fingers, covered in your juices. “mm, tastes good, baby.”

he starts unzipping his jeans, he pulls them down and you see his huge cock imprint. you and chris have had sex 3 times before this but his size never fails to stun you.

he takes down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. it hits the bottom of his stomach and he strokes it a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. he quickly removes his shirt then pushes his cock in you slowly. you wince from the slight stretch.

he bottoms out and you both moan from the feeling. he gives you a minute to adjust to his size before he starts moving. he starts slow, kissing your neck softly. as the starts feeling the stimulation he begins moving faster. “god, baby you fit around me like a glove. it feels so good.” his groaning becomes louder and he starts thrusting into you like there’s no tomorrow.

he’s so deep there’s and imprint of his cock in your stomach. he smirks and presses on your lower stomach. “you see that baby? my cocks so deep inside you.” you nod and his tip continuously kisses your g spot.

you feel a familiar knot in you stomach and start moaning louder. you yell out, “holy fuck.. i- im gonna cum!” he covers your mouth again and shakes his head. “shut the fuck up before my parents head you! and hold it, don’t cum without me.”

he starts thrusting even faster. he’s chasing his high and before he knows it, he’s about to cum. his thrust gets sloppier and his groans get louder. “cum for me, baby.” you scream from the insane amount of pleasure going through you and cum all over his cock. he follows shortly behind you, cumming deep inside you. his hot liquid fills you to the brim and he plops down beside you, breathing heavily.

he slowly pulls out and kisses your forehead. “you did amazing, sweetheart. let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” you nod, “thank you.” he smiles and gets up, grabbing a wash cloth from his bathroom and wetting it with warm water. he comes back over to you and cleans your thighs. he throws the wash cloth in his hamper and kisses your forehead again.

he grabs another one of his hoodies and helps you put it on. he also puts you in a pair of his boxers. “i want you to stay here tonight, don’t go.” “what about your parents? they’ll get mad if they see me here.” he shakes his head, “they won’t see you, trust me.” you nod.

he puts on a new pair of sweatpants and stays shirtless. he jumps into bed with you, pulling you into his arms. he puts on your favorite movie and lays you on him. your heads on his chest and you start getting sleepy. your trying so hard to stay away, eyes droopy and almost shut. he smiles and whispers, “go to sleep, sweet girl. you deserve it.” you nod and close your eyes. “goodnight, chris. i love you.” his face flushes and he kisses your forehead, “goodnight, baby. i love you too.”

you smile at his words and close your eyes, quickly falling asleep in your loving boyfriends arms.

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a/n: part 2 where chris’ parents heard yall?!? 😧

xoxo, nat 💌

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i'd give you my sunshine, give you my best

alexia and r post alexia's surgery :)

no warnings!

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If your flight from England hadn't been delayed, you wouldn't have missed it. Alexia wouldn't have had to go back for a surgery she was terrified for without you next to her. The universe didn't seem to be on either of your guys' side recently. You wouldn't have gone home for Christmas, content to stay in town with Alexia and be with her before the surgery, but she had insisted. Your girlfriend was never more stubborn when it came to your wellbeing, and she seemed to think you needed to go home for the holidays, so you did.

Alexia's mom had called when you landed, telling you that only that the surgery had gone well, and that Alexia was home resting now. So, instead of heading right to the hospital like you planned, you changed course for your girlfriend's apartment.

It was quiet when you walked in, not that you expected anything different.

"Hola, y/n," Eli said, pulling you into a hug. You were going to ask for more details about the surgery, but Eli was already heading towards the door.

"She's very grouchy, she's been asking for you. Good luck in there," she informed you, before heading out of the apartment.

If Alexia had scared her mom off, you weren't exceptionally excited to see what awaited you in the bedroom. Alexia had been in a seemingly permanent bad mood for weeks, since she'd injured her knee in the first place. It was hell for her, you knew, not being able to play, so while you weren't thrilled with her behavior, you understood it. You headed to the bedroom door, preparing yourself for Grumpy Alexia, before gently opening it and stepping in.

You found Alexia as you expected, reclined on the bed, knee propped up on a throw pillow, staring out the window. Her expression was the same as it had been for weeks; jaw tight, brows furrowed, eyes devoid of their usual spark. What you didn't expect, however, was for her to turn to you the minute you walked into the room, eyes immediately pooling with tears, lip jutting out slightly at the sight of you.

"Ale," you said, walking closer to the bed where she lay. You wrapped your arms around her upper body, feeling her tremble against you. She held tight, hiding her face in your shirt, and you let her. Her hair was in a bun behind her head, and you pulled the hair tie out carefully, beginning to run your fingers through the smooth blonde strands. You hadn't seen her cry in weeks; she'd been the picture of strength since her injury, not allowing anyone, even you, to see how she was really feeling about the whole thing.

The state she was in worried you. Eli had said the surgery went well, but Alexia was acting like it hadn't.

"What did the doctor say?" you asked quietly, guiding her face away from your shirt. You probably could have waited a little longer for her to calm down before asking, but you weren't sure you could handle not knowing for another minute.

"It is fine. He cleaned the area, and there is nothing wrong. I should be back in a month and a half." Alexia said, although her expression didn't really match the news- this was best case scenario.

"That's incredible," you told her, cupping her flushed cheek with your hand. She nodded, but tears still fell. "Why are you crying, love?"

"I missed you," she replied, avoiding your eyes. She was normally not that vulnerable with you, and you were beginning to think whatever the doctor had put her on was making her more emotional than usual.

"I missed you too, so much," you assure her. "This is good, Ale, you're gonna be back. Soon." She pulls back from you, wiping at her face harshly.

"Yes," she said, nodding. "I was just really scared, and now I am relieved, and I am not really sure why I am crying. I just missed you." Alexia looked genuinely confused at her emotional state, and you bit back a laugh.

"That's okay, baby. But I'm here now, yeah? And everything is okay."

"Si, todo esta bien," she replies, almost as if trying to convince herself.

"Do you need anything? Food, water, ice?"

"No. Come lay with me?" She requests, reaching out to tug you closer to the bed by your shirt.

"Of course. Let me change first, I'm all airport-y." Alexia pouts slightly at that, but releases you. You love clingy Alexia; she almost never let herself be like this, only when she was sick, or hurt.

You change, heading back over to the bed, sliding in next to your girlfriend. You're extra careful, not wanting to jostle her knee at all, leaving some distance in between the two of you. Alexia bypasses that completely, shifting over until she's laying half on top of you, head turned to rest her cheek against your chest. You allow her to get comfortable on top of you before you wrap your arms around her. Her hands come to rest over yours, and she sighs contentedly.

You flick the TV on, not really caring what was on, much preferring to watch Alexia drift off. Just when you think she has, though, you hear her soft voice.

"I thought I might be done." You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Alexia was a dramatic person, clearly. No one had ever even considered the idea that she wouldn't be back, except her. Her fears were real, though, and she didn't need to hear that they were irrational.

"I knew you wouldn't be," you tell her.

"How?"

You think for a minute, deciding whether or not Alexia would make fun of you for being gushy. You were pretty sure she would, but she'd appreciate your words regardless.

"I just did. The way I know I love you, the way I know you're the person for me. You just know sometimes. I knew you'd come back, because you're strong, and you don't give up. You fight hard for the things you want. I had every confidence you'd be back on the field with me before long."

Alexia was quiet. You looked down, seeing her biting her lip, thinking hard. You move a hand to run gently over her lip, encouraging her to release it from her teeth, which she does.

"I used to have that confidence in myself. I do not think I do anymore."

You knew this. You'd watched her confidence diminish recently, in the wake of her re-injury. She was more scared than you'd ever seen her.

"I'll have it for you, until you feel it for yourself again. Deal?" Alexia smiles for the first time, looking up at you through her long lashes.

"Deal."

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Alexia wasn't out of commission for very long; it was a simple surgery, and she was back on her feet within the week. This had proved to be too long for her, though, because she was practically bouncing off the wall by the time she was given the all clear by the doctor.

She had big plans to cook you dinner, and take care of you for the evening. Between practices and taking care of her, you'd hardly had time to think in the past week, something she was looking to remedy. She'd been sure to thank you, for everything you'd been doing, pairing her words with sweet kisses, letting you know that she really did appreciate all that you'd done for her. It seemed obvious to you that you'd take care of her, and you didn't expect anything in return. You knew Alexia would do the same for you.

Alexia's first day really back to normal was a day you had a double practice. You were exhausted, having been kept up half the night by Alexia's restless tossing and turning, something you didn't dare bring up to her, knowing the guilt would be horrible for her. You returned home, looking forward to collapsing into the couch and not moving until bed, to something you weren't expecting.

Upon walking through the door, the smell of something burning filled your nose. You could hear Alexia cursing to herself, followed by the shattering of some glass, and then some more cursing. You flung your shows off, running into the kitchen.

"Ale?"

She was stood in the middle of the kitchen, a jar of pasta sauce broken on the ground in front of her, a decent amount of smoke coming of the stove. She looks up at you as you walk in, almost helplessly, face flushed with anger.

"Ale, baby," you coo, moving forward to her. She throws an arm out, motioning for you to stop.

"No, amor, there is glass, let me clean it up," she says, clearly upset. She moves slowly over to the paper towels, but you walk around the glass, setting a hand on her arm.

"Go sit down, Ale, I'll clean it up," you tell her, because it looked like she had been on her feet too much, if the way she was resting almost all of her weight on her good leg was any indication.

"No," she tried, but you stopped her.

"I'm not asking, Alexia, go put your knee up," you say, turning your back to her turning the stove off, and removing the smoking pan from it. You heard Alexia leave the room, slowly, and you got to work cleaning everything up. Once the glass and sauce had been taken care of, and you'd opened the windows to air out the room, you followed Alexia out to the living room, looking at your phone.

"What do you want to eat? We can order something," you suggest, thinking Alexia would prefer to not discuss the disaster than had just occurred in the kitchen. Alexia was a good cook, so something must have gone really wrong. Alexia didn't respond, though, and you looked up finally, finding her sitting on the couch, staring at her lap. Her blonde hair fell into her face, blocking you from seeing it.

"Ale?" you ask again, moving forward to take a seat next to her propped up leg. She still doesn't look up at you.

"I am so sorry," she says miserably, voice cracking, and telling you that she was crying.

"Don't worry about it, I've committed worse crimes in the kitchen," you tell her, thinking she was just embarrassed. The blonde woman shook her head though, finally looking up at you. Her lip quivered, and she looked so upset, you couldn't help but reach out and take one of her hands in yours. She flinched, and you looked down, seeing a burn on her palm.

"Shit, Alexia, hold on," you said, moving to go get a cool cloth to put on it. She grabs your shirt though, looking up at you almost pleadingly, and you sit back down. You'd never seen Alexia look at you like that before, like she couldn't bare to be away from you, even for a second.

"What's going on, my love?" you ask.

"I messed dinner up," she says shakily. That may be the understatement of the year, but it doesn't seem like she's in the mood to joke about it yet.

"It's fine, baby, we can just order something, or I'll cook," you tell her. You're still not really sure what the big deal is, and your eyes widen when she responds loudly.

"NO! No. I do not want you to cook," she says. "I wanted to cook for you."

"I appreciate that baby, but really, it's okay,"

"No, it is not okay. You've been so perfect all week, all month, and I try to do one thing for you, and I fuck it up," she sounds so upset at herself, you find yourself frowning at her tone.

"Ale, don't be ridiculous. I've barely done anything." This is definitely not true, but really, it felt like nothing. You'd go to the ends of the earth for the girl next to you, so a few extra chores, taking care of her, seemed easy.

"No, eso no es verdad," she cries, before she inexplicably dissolves into sobs.

"Alexia," you sigh, moving to sit next to her and wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"I am so much work, and I made a mess, and you had to clean it up," she rants, voice muffled from where her face is buried in your shirt.

"Stop that. You aren't a lot of work. I don't mind doing any of the things i've been doing. I'm happy to do them, because it's you. I don't care about cleaning up your mess, I only care that you heal properly," you insist." Alexia doesn't respond, only pushing her face further into your chest.

"Alexia, were you cooking dinner because you felt bad that you've needed me this past week?" you ask tentatively. You get a nod in response. Guiding out from your shirt, you hold her face in between your hands, forcing her to make eye contact with you.

"Love, you don't need to feel bad for needing my help. Ever. I love you, and I'm going to take care of you when you need me, always. You aren't a burden. You don't need to make it up to me. You just need to be you, and I'll be happy."

She looks so unsure, so not like herself. She was ordinarily the picture of intimidation, of confidence. Now, though, she looks up at you with tear filled eyes, listening to your every word like she's not sure she can trust you to tell her the truth.

"Estas segura?" she eventually asks quietly.

"I'm sure, Ale." She gives you a weak smile in response, resting her head back against your chest. You wrap your arms around her, squeezing tight until she laughs lightly against you.

"Sushi?" you ask, and Alexia nods enthusiastically. "Okay, but first, you're letting me treat that burn. How did you even do that?"

"I grabbed something from the oven without oven mitts," she mumbles, and you fight back a laugh. You aren't successful, and her head snaps up to glare at you. "I move slow since the surgery. Everything started burning, and I had no time," she rambles, and you cut her off with a long kiss to her lips.

"I'd eat whatever you burned in that pan if it meant you wouldn't feel like you need to compensate me for taking care of you." Alexia blushes. There is silence for a minute.

"You could not tell what it was?" she asks timidly.

"...Chicken?"

"Garlic and onions," she replies dejectedly.

This time you don't try to fight off your laugh, but Alexia laughs with you, and the sound of it relaxes your whole body, doing more for you than a candlelit dinner ever could.

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#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader

[b-o-e]

promise Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: cuddling!!! just some late night conversations and some half asleep you :) mutual feelings have been established!

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #7 :)

Wally convinces you to sleep over for the night.

“Stay with me?” 

You were unsure if they were purposeful, but the puppy eyes and shy, pleading smile Wally wore had you bending to his will. 

“Maybe you’ll be able to sleep,” he pitched.

And so, you had agreed to his offer, finding yourself settling in his bed after he insisted you take it. Exhaustion was beginning to hit you after your adrenaline crash, persistent yawns escaping you.

“Won’t you join me?” you mumbled.

“Would you like me to join you?” Wally questioned in return, standing by the bedside. 

“Mhmm,” you hummed in reply, lifting up the covers, welcoming him. “It's not like I haven’t used you as a pillow before,” you joked, offering a weary smile while scooting a little further into his bed, allowing him more room. “Plus, I’m not making you stay on the couch in your own house,”

“... Okay,” he agreed, laying down next to you. He laid on his side, his body facing yours, as yours did his.

“Do you have enough space?” You asked, gazing into his eyes. He nodded, glancing down, his hand finding yours.

“Yeah,” he said, eyes returning to yours as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “And you?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, turning your head into the pillow as you yawned. Wally’s smile grew, amused by your body’s display of your tiredness. 

“You’re a little extra cute when you're sleepy,” he chuckled, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles soothingly. “It’s funny. You do silly things,”

“Like what?” You asked, eyes falling shut as you pulled the covers a little higher with your free hand.

“Yawning,” he hummed, “your speech becomes slurred and lazy,” he added, “and you talk when you’re asleep,”

“Yeah, yeah,” you giggled, remembering the last time you fell asleep on him and supposedly spoke.

“I never told you what you said,”

Your eyes shot open, focussing on him. 

You stared.

“You said it was unintelligible,” your brows furrowed a little.

“Mostly,” he smiled. “But, you did say something I heard clearly,”

“And what would that be?”

“‘Wally’,”

Your eyes widened. 

“You’re pulling my leg,”

“No. Only holding your hand,” he joked, giving it a squeeze.

“I said your name?” you groaned, hiding your face as it flushed with redness.

“Yeah, ha ha,” he gently pulled the blankets away, “I thought it was adorable,” he teased with a grin, tapping his finger to the tip of your nose.

“You’re being mean,” you grumbled embarrassedly, tugging the blankets back over your face. He laughed, scooting a little closer.

“Ha ha, I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“You should be, you liar,”

“I never lied,” he hummed. “I just didn’t say it. You were shy enough as is,” 

“... thank you,���

“You’re welcome.”

“But you’re still mean,”

“I can accept that. I’m sorry,” he tried to compensate with an amused smile, watching you peek out from your hiding. “Apology accepted?”

“... apology accepted,”

“I’m glad. Thank you,”

You huffed lightly, scooting a little closer to him. He shifted to accommodate you, turning onto his back. 

You released his hand, laying your arm over his body instead, his own coming to rest on top of it and gently hold it in place. His other arm rested behind his head, keeping him propped up a bit.

“I’m so tired,” you grumbled, forehead pressing lightly against his side. Wally hummed in thought.

“Is there anything I can do to help you fall asleep faster?”

“Mm… can you just talk, please?”

“Anything in particular?”

“Anything,”

“This sounds awfully familiar, ha ha,” he chuckled. “Hmm… what to talk about…” he wondered aloud.

“I think…” he began, “I’ll tell you about the time I realized I was in love with you,” 

“Yeah?” You whispered.

“Yeah,” he affirmed, thinking back on the day. “It was quite a while ago. I noticed that I had started to feel a little funny around you, like I was all… squishy, on the inside,”

“Squishy?” You giggled.

“Squishy,” he nodded, his smile growing. “I found that my eyes would wander to you whenever you were around. I’ve been told I zone out a lot, I know, but I never realized until it came to you, and I just couldn’t tear my eyes away,” 

You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, staying silent, allowing him to go on.

“So, I went to Frank. He’s smart and reads a lot of books, so I figured he’d know what’s going on with me,” he continued. “He and Julie were with each other at the time I went to see them. I told them what was going on, and they started to interrogate me,”

“How do they make you feel when they're around?” Frank queried, arms crossed before his chest.

“I feel… warm and fuzzy inside,” Wally explained.

“Hmm… does it feel like your tummy gets tied up in knots?” Julie pressed.

“I suppose it does, yes,” he slowly nodded. That seemed like an accurate way of describing his feelings.

“I think that… you have butterflies in your belly!” Frank speculated.

“Butterflies?” Wally questioned. He looked down at his stomach, gently poking at it. 

“Why, how did they get in there?” He wondered, worrying. “I hope I didn’t eat any caterpillars…”

“No, silly! It’s a metaphor!” Frank continued, shaking his head. 

“It’s when you feel all fluttery inside, all giddy and shy!” Julie said, “Or maybe you get the heebie-jeebies when they're around?” She proposed. 

“The heebie-jeebies?” Wally became even more befuddled than before.

“I know! The collywobbles!”

Were they just making up words now? It was hard for Wally to tell anymore.

“The point is, you have feelings for them.” Frank concluded, “Romantic ones!”

“Feelings of love! Stronger than friends! Like how Frank is in love with Eddie!” 

“Well, I think I must be… in love with them, then,”

“Congratulations! I also think that you're the last person to find out,” Frank remarked sarcastically, poking some fun at him.

“Says you, Mr. Hopeless pining.”

“That’s different!”

Wally retold the story to you, his thumb rubbing up and down in little circles on your arm. He was enjoying the feeling of you being right there with him, your body so close to his.

“That’s how I came to terms with it, I suppose,” he finished, glancing down at you, checking out what kind of state you were in. You were certainly drifting now, the ghost of an entertained smile playing at your lips.

“That’s so cute,” you mumbled. “I think B just told me one day. I was talking to him about you and he just looked at me and said, ‘y’know you’re like, in love with him, right?’” you mimicked Barnaby’s deep voice, giggling a bit at your own attempt. Wasn’t bad, in your opinion.

“Spot on,” Wally chuckled.

“Thank you, I try,” you grinned. “Anyways, it sorta just hit me like a ton of bricks. I was like, ‘huh. I am, aren’t I?’” 

Wally went quiet for a moment, until he asked a question. “Do you talk about me a lot?”

You stayed silent, thinking, debating how flat out you wanted to answer. Eventually, you settled.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “Yeah, I do.”

“I think I talk about you a lot, too. I’m pretty sure Frank is tired of it, ha ha,” Wally said. “Eddie doesn’t seem to mind, though.”

“He probably thinks it’s sweet,” you chuckled, sighing, only for it to turn into another yawn. “Could you keep talking, please?” you grumbled.

“Let’s see…” Wally thought, wracking his brain for more stories he could tell. “Ah, I know,” he hummed, peering down at you.

“The other day, Barnaby and I were going to Howdy’s for hotdogs. Along the way, we…” he continued along, his voice in a gentle murmur as you slowly drifted off. 

He continued to speak as you had requested, talking a bit about this, and a little about that, up until he was positive you were asleep.

Even when Wally noticed you had fully succumbed to slumber, he proceeded to go on, now, his topic shifting.

“I’m still in disbelief to have you here in my arms,” 

He murmured sweetly, thumb gently sweeping along your cheekbone as he adored your peaceful features. No matter how you looked, you were always so breathtaking to him.

“I don’t think I could be more content, with you by my side,” he admitted. “I will do my best to make you happy, whatever that may take. I’ll shower you with a storm of the affection and care you deserve, and swear my love to you, for as long as you’ll accept it,” he vowed, pressing his lips to your temple.

“That is my promise to you, my love.”

hi!!! here is something, bahaha!! I don't think I'm the biggest fan of this one, but I hope you've enjoyed, nonetheless B)

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Posted Monday, May 8, 2023, at 1:26 PM

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[hyunjins-dimples]

slow mornings

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x gn reader

w/c: ~500 words

genre: romance, fluff

warnings: none

You can’t tell what it was that woke you up. Maybe it was your sleep schedule that’s been a little off lately. Maybe it was that the soft snoring next to you had stopped. It always woke you up when a constant noise that surrounded you while sleeping suddenly stopped. Without fail, you’d always wake up when someone turned off the movie you fell asleep to. Something about the low background noise being comforting. Maybe what woke you up today was the fact that your foot was absolutely freezing, you must’ve stuck it out from under the blanket in your sleep.

Not really surprising, sharing a blanket with your boyfriend meant sleeping next to a human furnace. Which was not without its perks. With a small noise of content, you tugged your foot under the blanket and shuffled a bit to turn around, facing Hyunjin. Every thought of sticking your cold foot to his warm leg left your mind when you were met with his sleepy face.

“Good morning, love,” he smiled at you.

You couldn’t hide a little smile as you chuckled “Hmm.”

“What?”

“I like your morning voice.” It was deeper than his normal voice, and a little rumbly. You could listen to him like this all day if it were up to you.

“Ah, is that it?” He snuggled up to you, pulling you closer by your waist and brought his lips closer to your ear. “You like it when my voice is deep like this?”

You leaned your head against his and hummed in agreement. That was all he needed to hear. He pressed a kiss to the side of your face and rolled back to his previous position. Not at all what you wanted. “Hey!” you protested.

Face half hidden by the pillow, Hyunjin gives you a sleepy look. “Not done cuddling yet?”

You shake your head. “I woke up with a cold foot and now my boyfriend is taking all his warmth away too, it’s not fair.” A small pout should make your statement extra convincing.

“Mhh, we can’t have that, of course.”

“Yes, and I think you could profit from cuddles too...”

The blanket rustled with his chuckle and he asked, “Okay okay, do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?”

“Little spoon please!”

“Got it.”

Again, he shuffled closer to you and snaked one of his arms under your waist, but this time he pulled you flush to his body and rearranged the blanket so it would cover both of you nicely. Getting cozy, you pulled your end of the blanket closer to your face, snuggling up to the soft fabric. With Hyunjin’s warmth covering your back, you began to relax again.

“This is nice.”

Instead of getting a reply, you could feel Hyunjin’s fingers slowly moving through your hair. Soft, slow motions that threatened to lull you back to sleep. Letting yourself enjoy the quiet moment between the two of you, you closed your eyes and focused on the feeling of his soft lips planting a kiss on your neck.

How could you ever want to leave your bed if it was this warm and cozy to just stay and cuddle?

author's note: idk what this is or if this even is anything. my writing's gotten really rusty but I just needed to get this out of my brain. maybe someone finds this and likes it, who knows.

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Warnings/Content: Explicit, Smut, Domination, Rough, Unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy y'all), Age gap, Alcohol

Summary: You attend an event with Pedro to celebrate TLOU. When a stranger gets too close Pedro feels the need to show you that you're his, and only his.

Word Count: 2.6 K

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The sun was beginning to fade, letting you know your time was running short. You groaned, hesitating to begin getting ready. Doing your hair and makeup took effort that you couldn’t work up at the moment, and you didn’t even want to go out in the first place.

Pedro just finished filming, meaning there were many events for him to attend - for promo as well as celebration. You wanted to be a supportive girlfriend by attending the events with him, but you weren’t the going out type. You enjoyed staying in, cozying up in your housecoat with a cup of tea, of course, while you created your own reality through your passion for writing. You enjoyed being a homebody and so did Pedro at times, but things were different tonight. 

You finally pushed through the lack of motivation and found yourself propped up in front of the large mirror that resided in your washroom. You started with your hair, slicking it back into a tight, low bun. You followed by applying some light makeup - just enough to flatter your natural beauty. The event you were attending was formal, so you figured it would be fun to wear some jewellery that you didn’t typically reach for on a regular day. You grabbed a pair of long, dangly earrings. The diamonds shined as they were met with the bright lights of the bathroom. You struggled with a dainty necklace, but after a few tries you were able to open the clasp making you able to place it around your neck.

You were face to face with yourself in the mirror, analysing every feature. You felt a rush of confidence pour over you, and suddenly you felt excited to attend the party. You shimmied on your dress of choice - a short, all black, off the shoulder dress that hugged your curves oh, so perfectly. You paired the dress with some short heels and made your way to the kitchen. You were eager to see Pedro, knowing how weak his knees would become the second he saw you.

This was one of the first events you were attending with him since you began seeing each other. You felt your nerves rattle inside of you as you opened your liquor cabinet - “A drink should help,” you muttered to yourself. You grabbed the clear, stubby bottle of patron from the highest shelf, perched on your tippy toes. “Perfect”. You popped the cork off of the bottle and poured a generous serving into a low glass. You grabbed a few ice cubes from the fridge and popped them in the glass to mingle with the liquor. You thought about drinking it on the rocks for a second, as your nerves were bouncing off the walls, but maybe a mixer was in your best favour instead. 

The first sip graciously coated your throat, instantly calming your nerves. You were caught off guard when there was a pattern of knocks placed on your front door. “Pedro”, you lovingly said. You quickly downed the rest of your drink, hoping you wouldn’t regret that choice later on. The moment finally came; your clammy palms quickly grabbed for the cold door handle. Your face immediately became flushed as Pedro stood before you - he looked dashing. An all black suit covered him, tight enough that you could see his toned body popping through the sleeves. You couldn’t deny you felt yourself becoming heated in your sweet spot.

“Mi amor, you look so gorgeous,” he said in a husky tone, snapping you out of your daze. You blushed, as he reached his arm around your waist pulling you in to meet his soft, tender lips. You were expecting a friendly peck, but Pedro intensified the kiss while pulling you as close as he could possibly get you - yearning for the two of you to become one. His hand travelled to your ass, viciously gripping it, transferring a moan from your mouth to his. He finally pulled back, showing a cheeky grin after seeing the shocked look plastered across your face when you realised the two of you were practically standing in the hallway - visible to any passing neighbours. 

“C’mon sugar, we’ve gotta get going… the party started 20 minutes ago,” he said while rubbing the back of his neck. You giggled, hastily grabbing your purse and locking your front door. 

… 

The uber pulled to the curb in front of a condominium in Manhattan. When you exited the car your eyes followed up the tall, glistening building that towered over the street. “Wow,” you shockingly expressed. Pedro chuckled, “Here we are!” He gently grabbed your hand and led you towards the entrance. The party was far more glamorous than you had imagined - it was located on the rooftop of a high-class building. As you peered over the edge your eyes were met with the majestic skyline of New York City. The view was hypnotising. You weren’t from NYC originally, as you grew up in a small rural town, making this the first time you’ve seen a view like this. 

The party was crowded, you recognized a few faces; those who were a part of TLOU and others who were simply there to celebrate their successful friends. The warm summer night was paired with a light breeze causing enough goosebumps for you to nuzzle into Pedro. Eventually you parted ways making a trip to the open bar, “Props to whoever made this happen,” you mumbled as you set yourself up on a padded bar stool. You ordered a paloma, nice and simple for a beautiful summer night. You glanced around the party watching passionate conversations filled with laughter. You didn’t enjoy going out often but you enjoyed people watching - it soothes your soul.

You decided to enjoy your drink alone at the bar to give Pedro some time to catch up with his castmates. You caught a glimpse of Pedro and he sent you a little wink, making your cheeks heat up. You loved that man, and you especially loved how he wasn’t embarrassed to be in public with you. The two of you had a significant age gap, nothing worrying, but you figured most people would be judgy. Pedro felt the need to be your protector - he loved keeping you safe. 

As you were finishing up your drink you hopped off the stool and ordered another, alongside a beer to bring to Pedro. An arm wrapped around your waist making you jolt, as you turned your head you expected to see Pedro’s face but instead you met a stranger’ face, “Um- Can I help you?” you said as you removed yourself from the man’s hold. “What’s a pretty little girl like you doing at a party like this? I don’t see your face on any billboards,” he slurred, pushing a cocktail your way. You could smell the copious amounts of liquor he had obviously consumed. “I am here with my boyfriend. I appreciate the gesture but, no thank you,” you signalled “no” with your hand.

The man continued blabbering his mouth off until you were pulled aside - this time you knew it was Pedro. “Hey buddy, how about you leave my girlfriend alone,” Pedro’s voice filled with aggression while he tightly gripped you. “You’re the boyfriend? Pfft, yeah okay big shot,” the man said as he rolled his eyes and turned away from the two of you. Pedro’s grasp was still tight on you as he turned to you. “You okay, sugar?” his hot breath cascading across your neck, his grip still tight around your upper arm. He slipped his other arm around your waist pulling you close to him once again. Your eyes lingered between his chocolate brown eyes and his plush, pink lips. His arm travelled from your upper arm to your neck, keeping a tight grip around you.

You felt an intense ache begin between your legs, your cunt beginning to drip - moistening your tiny little panties. He came close to you once again, “I need you now,” he demanded. He forcefully led you towards the bathrooms, your knees instantly weakening making you struggle to keep up with Pedro. Typically this would not be your cup of tea, but these washrooms were elegantly decorated - pristine.

As soon as the two of you entered the small room Pedro locked the door. He viciously pushed you against the wall and began using his hands to explore your body. You were holding back moans in fear of anyone hearing while they passed the bathroom, although the party was rather loud. His hot, chiselled body was pressed tight against you, leaving no space between your chests. His hands travelled from your sides down to the bottom hem of your dress where he began to teasingly grip it, “I’m gonna show you that you’re mine, and only mine tonight,” he instructed while grazing his teeth against your neck. You could tell the incident from earlier made a wave of jealousy wash over him and you weren’t mad about it - you loved this side of him.

Your hands trailed upwards to his brown curls, twirling and gripping them between your fingers. Pedro moaned into your neck, he loved when you played with his hair. He finally lifted your dress, exposing your bottom half which was only covered with a lacy g-string. He growled as he looked down, raising his hand to grip your throat - his grip was even tighter than before. You gasped for air as he ran his pointer finger over your clothed pussy, feeling the wetness that had already accumulated, “already?” he tsked, as he pushed your panties to the side. His finger gently traced your folds, teasing you every second. “My hands look so good around you, mi amor” he hissed into the air. 

You couldn’t contain yourself as he held you by your throat and toyed with your sweet spot. You were loving every second of him dominating you; you loved Pedro’s sweetness but his roughness was your favourite. You were shocked when Pedro ripped off your panties in one swift motion, leaving a somewhat burning feeling against your skin - you enjoyed it. “Did that hurt?” he genuinely asked, “No,” you moaned out. No matter how rough Pedro was with you he always checked in on you, he was so sweet.

As you grasped at his shoulders to help keep you stable he inserted one single finger inside of you, slowly teasing away causing you to ache even more for him. “Fuck”, you let out hoarsly. Pedro smirked, “Such a little slut,” he taunted before quickly adding another finger. You felt your knees buckle beneath you as you ran out of energy to keep yourself standing. Pedro removed his fingers causing you to let out a disappointed moan. He lowered himself and placed your right leg over his shoulder. Your breath hitched as he looked at you from below, gliding his lips across your dripping core. You squirmed, causing Pedro to grip at your hips forcefully making you stay still - or at least attempting to. 

His tongue began to lap away at your folds, teasing your aching bud every once and a while until he decided to move his focus there. Your eyes squeezed shut as he circled his tongue around your sensitive area, causing a knot to start forming deep within your lower stomach. Your hips began to jerk against Pedro’s face, longing for more friction as you chased your orgasm. Pedro quickened the pace of his tongue, driving you to an out of body experience as your muscles tensed and you reached your high. 

Your skin tingled as you attempted to catch your breath, but Pedro didn’t give you a chance as he stood up and stuck the two fingers that he pleased you with into your mouth, forcing you to indulge in the taste of yourself. “Good girl,” he said as he removed your fingers and licked them himself, “you taste so good,” he praised. “Up,” he demanded as he signalled for you to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as he gripped your ass. He led you to the counter and placed himself in between your wet thighs. You wondered where your underwear were for a second before Pedro pulled them from his pocket, “Gotta keep you quiet for this,” he purred as he smirked at you. Suddenly Pedro placed your dainty panties within your mouth, “Holy shit,” you thought to yourself as you nearly melted into a pile of nothing.

Pedro unbuttoned his clothing above his waist leaving his soft tanned skin exposed. You ran your fingers from his pecks to his waistline, swiftly helping him remove his belt. He pulled his pants as well as his boxers down just enough to expose his aching cock. You spared no time and took him into your hands, slowly massaging him as his head tilted downwards. He let out an animalistic growl, removing your hands and giving himself a few pumps before he lined himself up with your soaking wet core. He slid the tip of his cock in between your folds a few times; moistening himself with your sweet liquids. His eyes met yours and he filled you in one easy motion. You bit down on your panties, gripping the sides of the counter you sat upon. Pedro was generous, giving a few slow thrusts before he hastily picked up the speed of his movements. He gripped your hips allowing him to have more control of how your bodies moved together. You looked down to watch his cock disappearing inside of you, causing your eyes to roll as he hit the perfect spot. 

The sounds of your bare skin making contact filled the room and you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. Pedro grasped the back of your head bringing his forehead to yours, not once breaking eye contact as he mercilessly pounded your pussy. “Come for me again, sugar,” he demanded. He gripped your ass and slightly lifted you off the counter, allowing him to pull your bottom half closer to him every time he thrusted into you. Your arms held yourself up on the counter as you felt the rush of warmth reach your lower stomach once again causing you to lose all composure. You reached your climax causing you to scream out, thankfully the panties muffled it - slightly. 

You attempted to collect yourself as you came down, feeling Pedro’s thrusts becoming sloppier. You bit your lip while you stared him down knowing your eyes made him crazy, “Fuck baby, I-I’m gonna fill you up,” he stuttered, struggling to get his words out as he too was quick to reaching his high. “Come for me, daddy,” you purred, causing Pedro to send you a devilish smirk before he was pushed over the edge, closing his eyes as he threw his head backwards.

He remained in you for a moment while the both of you caught your breath. You removed your panties, “Damn baby”, you exclaimed. Pedro giggled at your reaction. He pulled out of you, allowing you to hop off the counter so you could clean yourself up. He placed a kiss on your temple, while the two of you readjusted yourselves, trying to fix your hair and makeup so nothing looked too off. “You are so good, princesa,” he cooed to you as he pulled you into a loving embrace, “I’m so lucky you’re mine”. You tighten your arms around his waist, placing a kiss on his chest.

You patted down your dress and slightly fixed your hair as Pedro peeked his head out of the door to see if the coast was clear. “We’re good to go,” he reached for your hand - intertwining your fingers with his. The two of you made your way to the bar, most definitely needing some hydration after that.

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Unexpected Situations- Twisted Wonderland

Content: pre-established relationships, mutual pining, sexual tension - unresolved. Drinking.

Note: I write aged up characters 18+ also...this turned out longer than I imagined. Not me bias toward my favorites

Riddle Rosehearts - It happened by chance as you were attending afternoon tea with him. You were both happily chattering away. His slate colored irises, making passing glances at you. How could his eyes betray him and watch as your lips touch the rim of the decorative tea cup. How could he be foolishly envious of an inanimate object. It was absurd. Yet before he knew what he had done, his face was now inches away. You blinked, surprised at how close he suddenly was. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips.

You were certain he would kiss you. Instead, he took a strand of your hair in his fingers and pressed it to his lips. His slate eyes fixed on you. "Don't let anyone else kiss you..."

His mumbled demand left a bloom of color tinting his cheeks. Did he really just say that?

Cater Diamond - In the corridor after last class. Cater was telling you about the new trend on magicam and asked if you would be interested in helping him out with it. As it was a two person trend. You agreed, and he beamed. Delighted that you accepted.

You were in his room, wondering what exactly you had agreed to. You were pressed up against the wall in his room. Your heart pounding as Cater was very close to your body. When he leaned into your neck, it was just close enough. You swore his lips would touch you if you made the wrong move.

"It's hot, right?"

You shuddered, and he chuckled upon seeing how flustered you were. He pulled away just enough to meet your gaze, lips an inch apart.

"Shall we kiss?"

Trey Clover - He caught you before you stumbled over a box of dry ingredients he had sitting on the floor by the counter. Your chest rose and fell as your heart thundered in your chest. In his grasp, his face close. His glasses had slid down his nose in his efforts to catch you, but it made him all the more attractive.

His surprised gaze softened into something unreadable and he leaned into your face. You were awaiting to see if he was going to kiss you as it felt like it was going to happen. His grip around your waist firm as his other hand held yours.

"You should be more careful...the kitchen can be quite dangerous."

Though something about the way he said that made you believe he was talking more about you being alone with him in said kitchen.

Ace Trappola - You arrived at the gym to see Ace practicing by himself. Making your way toward him, he didn't realize you were there until you were almost near him. He was surprised.

"I didn't expect to see you here." He confessed tucking the ball under his arm.

You hummed. "Yes, which is why I wanted too show up."

Ace grinned, a mischievous look in his eyes. "I might begin to believe you love me."

You stepped closer until the tops of your shoes touched his. "And if I do?"

The ball slipped out from under his arm as he pulled your body against his. You gasped at the sudden reaction the ball bouncing on the floor from the sudden drop echoed throughout the empty court. His hands moved up to the middle of your back and you felt your body respond to his touch. Feeling your face warm, one hand leaving your back as he used his thumb and forefinger to hold your chin. His this thumb resting on your lower lip.

"Then I'd have to make you mine of course."

Deuce Spade - You immediately felt your body warm. You half panicked, how did you end up in this situation. But it was clear He had wanted to lessen the impact of your fall by being the buffer between you and the ground. If only you hadn't tripped.

"I'm so sorry Deuce I didn't mean too."

He sat up on his elbows. "It's fine...but how long do you think you'll stay on me?"

The look in his deep ocean eyes told you he was serious yet his flushed cheeks showed he was embarassed. You felt your cheeks burn and scrambled to stand on your feet. Only for Deuce to grab you before you could stand and kept you on his lap as if he changed his mind.

"Deuce?" You whispered as your eyes widened.

Sitting up he pulled you into his arms. "Just stay like this with me for a moment."

Azul Ashengrotto - You were now breezing through the assignment you had difficulty with. You had asked him if he would be willing to help you understand the topic better. Luckily for you he was already soft for you. His aquamarine eyes observed you as you worked. Admiring you.

He sometimes wished you'd ask him for help more often. Without realizing it, he had reached out and tucked a strand of your hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear.

You flinched when you dropped your pencil and met his startled gaze. "I- apologize...I know I shouldn't have bothered you."

You gave him a small smile before laughing. "Azul...you aren't bothering me."

His brow ticked up, his curiosity peaked. "Then..." He began as he leaned into your ear. "Would it be a bother if I touched you a bit more?"

Floyd Leech -

He approached you in the vacant library.

"Well, well if it isnt little Shrimpy."

You shuddered at how close he was to you. Turning your head slightly to the right his face right there.

"Damnit Floyd why do you have to sneak up on me all the time?"

He chuckled. "Where's the fun in approaching ya normally?"

You turned around and grabbed his cheeks. His eyebrows raised as he blinked a few times. He grabbed your hands and bit down on one of your fingers. You winced.

"Floyd that hurt!"

He smirked. "Didn't anyone ever tell ya I bite? Right now..." his smirk disappeared as he gave you a serious expression. "I'm thinkin' I'm gonna teach you a lesson."

Your eyes blew wide as his devious smirk appeared once more.

Jade Leech - He saw you sitting alone at the lounge. He wondered why you were alone. Even Grim who normally accompanied you was gone. Making his way across the room he stopped beside your table.

" ______, what brings you by?"

"I'm here to see you."

He arched his brows before a smile slowly spread across his face. "I'm delighted. You see, it's been quite some time since you've been unaccompanied by your companions. I would be pleased if you would allow me to join you."

You nodded as Jade took a seat beside you. You wondered why he wasn't sitting across from you as usual. He was rather close, as his thigh was pressed against yours. He held up his hand as he leaned in close to the side of your face.

"Tell me, was your reason because you can't stop thinking about me?"

Your face warmed as you turned and met his determined gaze. He stifled a chuckle your expression told him everything. It turns out you loved being squeezed by him. This only made the situation a bit more difficult seeing as you were both in view of prying eyes.

Leona Kingscholar - The low rumble in his chest warned you he wasn't messing around. You were agitating him. How were you supposed to tell him you just wanted to mess around with his ears and tail? He never said 'no' so you deducted it would be fine. However, right now the moody lion prince had you pinned onto the floor. To be precise as soon as you had rubbed his soft ears and grasped his tail he had tumbled you onto the floor in his room.

His piercing gem colored eyes felt like he was trying to burn you alive. Though despite the situation and his tail flicking you, intentionally smacking you thigh. He was rather close to be that mad. A smirk slowly spread over your lips.

"Leona did I aro- "

His face scrunched up in a scowl as he used a gloved hand to cover your mouth. His hair fell around his face as his lips nearly touch the back of his covered hand.

"Don't you dare say it herbivore." Because he knew if you spoke the feelings he tried so hard to trample he would give into you.

Ruggie Bucchi - He dropped the sweet treat in his hand as he gaped at you. Did you just-? Ruggie's eyes widened. You just beamed at him with a soft giggle.

You began to walk away from him but were pulled back. Your back pressed into his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist. He was so happy. It was the first time since you started dating you initiated an impromptu kiss and all to lick off the powder from his donut.

"Hey...do it again..."

He was shameless, he knew it. But he loved what you did to him.

Jack Howl - His ears twitched, and he tried to keep his tail from wagging. However, it proved impossible. You gave him head pats as Jack appeared like it was annoying but his tail gave away how he truly felt. He helped you rearrange the heavy furniture in your dorm.

"You love when I praise you don't you?"

His tail swished even more and Jack's face twitched in annoyance. Though he should know it was no use fooling you anymore.

"It's not a big deal. I don't love it."

Lies.

You wrapped your arms around him and held him tight. He gave a weary sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. His tail swishing happily.

You nipped his ear and he jolted, his golden eyes blew wide at your action. His tail sticking out.

"You really love the affection I give you though."

"You- " He growled, his face was flushed as his arms wrapped around your body. "You're gonna get it now."

Kalim al Asim - You walked with Kalim down the palace corridors in scarabia. Kalim was busy telling you all about his family and the gifts they still kept sending him. He was a ray of golden sunshine, and you wished nothing more than to keep seeing that smile.

"I'm thinking of having a party tonight. Would you like to stay here? We have plenty of rooms and I'd love it if you could, it'll be a blast!"

You considered it, Grim was already with you, but he was far more interested in the tuna Kalim had given him to care what you two were talking about. Well it would be fun and it would give you more time to be around Kamil so you accepted.

However, you hadn't expected it would end like this. Kalim had too much to drink and had pulled you aside from the others. Whispering in your ear as his eyes watched his hands feel along the sides of your body.

"I've always wanted to go further in our relationship... ______ what do you say?"

The alcohol was certainly making him brave.

Jamil Viper - He was helping you study for a make up exam at your dorm. Grim was fast asleep as it was becoming late. The subject was Alchemy and you had missed it thanks to the unfortunate overblotting of Azul. As he was helping you go over the questions and you gave a brief response or you had no idea.

"I'm sorry I just don't know if I can do this." You frowned.

Jamil hummed and decided you needed a better way to recall the information.

What a better way than rewarding you with his affection for your correct responses.

"Okay, then how about this. For every right response I'll give you a kiss." He explained.

You turned to him astonished. "If I get it wrong?"

A smirk crossed his lips as he leaned into the side of your face and whispered. "Then you lose an article of clothing."

Your heart began to pound an excitement and a tendril of fear laced together and coursed through your blood stream. "You're lucky Grim is sleeping."

Vil Schoenheit - You were embarassed. How could Vil have posted that picture of you to his magicam. You had a feeling it would turn out for the worst. A lot of the comments were wondering who you were and the louder commenters -who were obsessed fans- were nit picking everything about you.

You held yourself up in your room and even Grim had tried to convince you to leave the dilapidated dorm. You were too ashamed to show your face so Grim often brought back some food for you and stayed with you.

That's when the door to the dorm swung open after knocking once. You gasped.

"Vil?"

His eyes were narrowed as he stood a few inches from you his arms crossed.

"What exactly do you believe you are doing? Holding yourself up in this forsaken place isn't going to do you any good. Do you understand?"

You went to open your mouth and his brows furrowed. You closed your mouth realizing he wasn't going to listen to your poor excuses.

"Come with me." He demanded and grabbed your hand pulling you out the door. While Grim scrambled to follow behind you two.

He took you to Pomefiore dorm and immediately went to work, leaving Grim with Rook. Vil personally pampered you, pulling your hair back with a headband, and began to apply a face mask.

"It's important you realize those comments don't matter..." He began stern, as the soft bristles containing a green clay brushed against your forehead. Inhaling the invigorating scent of mint as well as a hint of earthiness from the clay. "...I choose you, my dear potato. Which should always outweigh the comments of others who don't even know you as I do."

Your gaze that had been fixed to your lap, flit up to meet Vil's sincere and determined stare. Only now did you realize how close his face was to yours.

"Vil..."

He gave a soft smile, now that he finally has your attention. His eyes flit to your inviting lips as he leaned in as he captured your mouth. When he pulled away to see your dazed expression, he chuckled.

"Darling, I know my kiss leaves you breathless, but what is with that expression?"

You felt your cheeks warm as your gaze shifted from his. He leaned in close, and his breath caressed you.

"Could it be...you want more?" He smirked.

Rook Hunt - had been observing you for some time now. He found it amusing you hadn't noticed his presence. Then again...Could he successfully be considered a hunter if his prey noticed him right away? He counted it a success.

All day he took notes of your habits, what you enjoyed eating, who you spoke with the most, and he was also aware of how found of Grim you were. Ah if only he could be so lucky to earn that much affection from you! His heart fluttered at each smile and every laugh. Even the sound of your voice captivated him. Truly, he had it bad.

He had waited for you in the courtyard where you encountered him. Even though you believed it by chance. He had planned this meeting. "Mon amor, I simply can't take waiting a moment more. Say you'll partake in an outing with me in the woods."

You arched a brow with a sly smile. "How long have you been waiting to ask me?"

He took your hand and pressed it to your lips, his observant eyes fixed on yours. "Long enough, my little trickster. I do hope you know how much I long for you to be mine."

Malleus Draconia - Obsession. Passion. Desire. Love. These four words kept popping in his thoughts. Each one describing how he felt toward you in a varying degree. He narrowed his eyes in thought as he took his usual walk away from the suffocating watch of Sebek.

Aside from admiring anything with gargoyles and abandoned buildings that appeared to hold signs of previous existence. You occupied his thoughts. At first he believed his initial encounter with you had left him at a loss for words. Had anything at that point peaked his interest this vast since he took up his appeal for gargoyles?

He had questioned it so many times and he had his answer from the moment you spoke to him so casually and without fear. However, winning your heart wasn't so simple. How many nights would it take for him to win you over?

How many nights...and perhaps he could do that one thing he had seen you read about in those love stories. The rather intimate moment in which the protagonist and their love interest finally confirm their feelings with a touch of their lips until it turned into more. He stopped walking as he brought his hand to his chin pondering silently. Until a familiar voice broke freed him from the lure of his ideas.

He turned in your direction, eyes wide in surprised. It was late so why...?

"______?" He spoke and it held a surprising fondness that even he had not expected.

You smiled at the way he spoke your name. As of late it seemed you were becoming closer with Malleus and though it was probably not the best idea, you had allowed yourself to become close to him.

"Malleus, what has you so deep in thought?" You inquired as you approached him.

Malleus' heart throbbed when you spoke his name. He wished you would say it more. He truly was such a greedy dragon. Even more than that it wasn't just something as simple as his name he wished you to speak more of. He wanted to own your heart, your very soul and if he was lucky you would accept that he wanted to have every part of you all to himself. Whether out of a deep yearning or obsession. The two blended in his mind.

"Come closer and I'll tell you."

You noted the glint in his bright absinthe irises. You obliged as you stood before him. His eyes softened as he reached out, his hand bringing a strand of your hair to his face taking in the scent of your shampoo. Releasing your hair the back of his hand caressed your cheek.

"Would you be willing to allow me to show you exactly how I feel about you?"

"As in..."

He bent his neck his cheek against yours, his fingertips caressing along the column of your neck. "Being my mate."

Lilia Vanrouge - Popping in out of nowhere was kind of his thing with you. He would always get a kick out of your startled expressions. What could he say he liked to tease you. Definitely in more way than one.

He had lots of delights that appealed to you. The main one he knew of was the old-world attraction that only he possessed. Though he was well versed in the modern know abouts of the world. Well rounded and he had been around the block a few times to know how to attract you. Which is how you ended up in his trap.

"Hee hee hee. Did you think I wouldn't come for you my dearest? I was quite serious..." His voice husky as he nipped his fangs against your neck as you squirmed beneath him on his bed.

You shuddered as you whimpered. His eyelids lowered a smirk on his face. "How much fun should we have tonight ______? Me thinks it should go further than last time."

Silver - You found Silver asleep, beneath a tree in the courtyard. It wasn't the first time you found him sleeping somewhere conspicuous. You sat down beside him, taking note of how handsome he was. You mindlessly brushed his hair out of his face. The gentle sound of his breathing matching the peaceful area of the courtyard.

Your fingers brushed over the side of his cheek and his eyes shot open. You flinched not expecting him to wake up at that moment.

"_____? What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you of course."

He blinked, then nodded. "I suppose it has been a few days since we last spoke. Is there something you wanted to do?" He asked sitting up.

"Yes, let's have a date night Silver."

Well it wouldn't be impossible but the chances of having zero interruptions was not likely. Still, it was time he could spend with you and that's what mattered the most.

"As long as we can avoid my fa- Lilia then we should be fine." He gave a small smile as he pulled you into his arms. It just hoped he didn't fall asleep on you like last time you both went on a date.

Idia Shroud - You had left your notebook in Idia's room. You knew from last time you shouldnt interrupt him while he is gaming. You decided to take a chance. Knocking on his bedroom door you called out to him.

"Idia, can I come in for a moment?"

Idia who had been on his bed reading his favorite web comic perked up at hearing your voice. He stood up and walked to the door cracking it open.

"What brings you by?"

You tilted your head as you gave a confused expression. Idia internally was freaking out at how adorable you were. He opened the door and stepped back to allow you inside. You stepped in and he closed it behind him.

"I forgot my notebook..." You trailed a faint bloom of color across your cheeks.

Idia nervous laughed as he knew why you had forgotten it. He mentally kicked himself for how he just let you leave like that.

"Oh that, let me grab it." He offered.

Walking over to his desk he grabbed the sticker covered notebook and extended out it out to you. You smiled and took it from him.

"Idia about-"

He cut you off, "I'm sorry it was my fault I got caught up in the moment... i shouldn't have let myself go like that."

You blinked and frowned. "Did you hate it?"

Idia's eyes blew wide and he panicked internally why did you look so upset?

"N-no of course not I would have gone much further than that if I knew you liked it."

You met his gaze and he immediately regretted saying that. Stupid he was so stupid.

"I mean..." He averted your gaze, nervous.

However he was caught off guard by your lips suddenly pressed against his.

....

...What?

"Then, let's continue were we left off." You suggested.

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Hi I was just wondering if you were gonna write more tormund real man or if it was a one time thing it's really good

Tormund*Use Your Words

Pairing: Tormund x f!northerner!reader

Word count: 1537

Warnings: f!recieving oral, m!recieving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, teasing, praise, dirty talk, a lot of swearing, smut 18+

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Part two to real man (here) or read as a stand alone

Being the lone woman of the wall had its challenges but with the threat of winter and the night king someone had to be here to stitch up the wounded and most of these men simply did not have your expertise. All of the men were grateful to have you stitch up their wounds and receive even just a smile however they knew they’d not survive long if they did anything else.

When lord commander snow agreed to your stay, he also agreed to give a swift punishment to any man who tried take it too far. Something neither of you had accounted for was when you would have to take care of the wildlings.

Well one specifically. Tormund teased you every time you entered his room, well prison really. His taunts made you blush and squirm under his gaze but never in a way that made you feel threatened. Instead, you would get a strange warm feeling spreading through your stomach when he’d make comments to you.

They got bolder with time. at first, he would make vague suggestions of things a pretty girl could better spend her time doing. Now when you entered, he didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes tore over your body. “One day you’ll grow sick of those boys,” he said as you applied the ointment to his now almost healed wound, “When you do, you’ll know where to find me,” he winked at you as you turned to stash the lotion back in your bag.

You rolled your eyes and turned back to him, catching him obviously staring at your ass, “Subtle,” you hummed, turning your attention to your bag once more as you tried to stall for more time. you had grown oddly found of the Firey red head.

“Never been accused of subtly,” he said, laying back down on his bed, his eyes scanning your frame still, “If you don’t ask you don’t get,”

“Oh yeah?”

He hummed with a smile, nodding his head, “Oh yes little bird. You’d be surprised how much you can get when you just use your words. You should try it sometimes,”

“And what is it I would ask of you?” you laughed, turning round with hands on your hips.

Tormund grinned, pushing himself up on his elbows, “For a proper fuck from a real man not some pretty boy like Snow,”

You couldn’t help the flush that stained your cheeks, but you could turn away from him, “Me and Jon are just friends,”

Tormund barked out a laugh, “Please. that boy would give his left arm for a chance with you,” he said as he went to stood up, “now you gonna stop pretending to be busy and look at me?”

“Who said I was pretending?” you said as you closed up your bag and turned to face him, trying to keep the tough look on your face. “I should go now,” you went to walk away but his hand shot out to grab your wrist.

It was gently enough that you could have pulled away but instead you only turned back to face him, “But you don’t want to go, do you? you want me, just as much as I want you,” he said, stepping closer till your chest was pressed against his as his other hand moved to the small of your back, “All you need to do is admit it little one,” he leaned down, his breath fanning your ear, “All you have to do is ask,”

You weren’t sure what happened but something in you snapped and suddenly his lips were on yours and your hands were in his hair. Tormund groaned into the kiss, moving back till he was sat on the bed, pulling you down to straddle his lap.

His hands moved to your hips, tugging at them to make you grind down onto his clothed hard member. you moaned into the kiss, allowing his tongue entry. Your dress had soon bunched up around your waist allowing Tormund’s hands to move down to squeeze your thighs, all while your hips continued to buck against him.

Just as you seemed to sink into a rhythm you were shocked once more by him flipping you onto your back while his lips began kissing down your neck. He squeezed your tit over your dress while he began to grind his hard on into your leg. “We shouldn’t,” you murmured, your eyes flickering close.

“Oh, but we should,” he grinned against your skin, “Tell me you don’t want to and ill stop,” he said as his hand moved to run up your thigh. You gasped when you felt his fingers run soft circles over your clit, “But your pretty little sounds make me think otherwise,”

You moaned when you felt his fingers slip into your hole, stretching you out perfectly, “So wet already,” he teased, nipping at your skin with his teeth.

Your eyes shot open when you felt him moving down, “What are you doing?” you asked as you felt his breath fan your wet cunt.

“Trust me little one. Let yourself enjoy it,” he said.

You’d been raised your whole live to distrust the wildlings but when you felt his lips wrap around your clit all while his fingers curled inside you, all that went out the window. He moved your thighs over his shoulders while his tongue worked wonders on your bundle of nerves.

You felt your thighs begin to clamp around his head and you were about to try pull them away encase you hurt him when you felt the vibrations of his moan shoot up your clit, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “Tormund,” you couldn’t help but moan his name.

Times like this you were thankful Tormund lived in a room so far from everyone else since you didn’t have to hide your moans. You felt a knot in your stomach tighten and it didn’t take long till you felt yourself come to your peak on his face, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he kept going till you felt yourself sink into the sheets like melted snow and kept going till a second orgasm raged through your body.

When he came up for air his face was slick with your juices and there was a large grin on his face as you gasped for air, “Fuck you really are sweet,” he said, his lips crashing onto yours again.

“Please,” you moaned against his lips.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me,” you practically whined against his lips that soon curled into a smirk.

Tormund wasted no time in unlacing his trousers, “I’ve dreamt of you asking me that,” he said, pulling his hard cock out and running the tip up and down your slit, “Kept me up all night thinking of you,” he said, pushing the tip in,  “how you’d look under me,” he said, his eyes screwing shut as he pushed further in, “how good you’d look falling apart around my cock,” he said, pushing the rest in with one final push.

He waited a moment for you to adjust but when he felt your hips begin to buck, he wasted no time in grabbing your hips. His pace was ruthless but after being stretched with his fingers and fucked by his tongue it was exactly what you craved.

Your legs went to wrap around his waist and Tormund groaned when he felt himself sink in deeper. “Fuck you take me so well,” he groaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck as his hand slipped between your bodies to rub harsh circles on your swollen clit.

You couldn’t help the moans falling from your lips especially when you felt your third peak fast approaching, “Don’t stop,” you begged him, over and over as your legs tightened around his waist.

This only seemed to drive him more insane as his hips began to snap at an almost inhuman pace as he fucked you into the bed so hard the headboard banged against the wall with each thrust, but the noises didn’t matter right now. “Cmon,” he murmured against your skin, “Cum around my cock like a good little southerner,”

You wanted to tell him he was wrong, that you were a northerner through and through, but you couldn’t even speak as your third orgasm hit you. Tormund felt your cunt squeeze around his cock and knew he couldn’t take it any longer.

He pulled out, moving quickly to sit beside you and before you could question him you felt his hand tugging at your hair. You knew what he meant and quickly wrapped your lips around his cock. He moaned loudly as you took him into your mouth, and it only took a couple seconds before you felt hot cum shoot into your mouth. You swallowed it quickly before pulling off to sit up beside him.

Tormund was panting as he tried to come down from his high as he turned to you with a fucked-out expression. “I’m a fucking northerner by the way,” you said, cutting him off when he went to speak.

A smile curved onto his lips as he laughed, “You’re fucking something alright,”

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[cozymoko]

You wanted requests, right? So what if it was the other way around? Yandere Siyun Baek having to take care of his girlfriend that got sick?

(I hope this requests isn't too boring, love your blog btw ❤❤)

SIYUN BAEK WITH A SICK S/O

Manhwa: “Dreaming Freedom” ~~~~!

Note: Its perfect! Thank you for requesting! Also thank you for reading, you made my day. ♡

Pairing: Siyun Baek x female! reader

Format: Headcanons; 2nd person

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, obsession, mild spoilers

Word Count: ???

It's ALLERGY and/or FLU SEASON, and unfortunately, you've fallen very ill. Best case scenario you'll have a cold and nothing more; a high fever at the worst. But either way, Siyun isn't complaining.

You can't go anywhere? Great! You feel like absolute shit and can barely move from your bed? Oh my, even better! Besides working out, Siyun doesn't have much to pass his time with. He's lonely without you, often finding himself watching the clock, counting the minutes — seconds before you return to him.

But seeing you tucked tightly beneath the pastel duvet, wrapped in a small cocoon. Your cheeks lightly flushed a rather feverish hue, as ragged breaths slipped past your dry lips. Call him crazy but you're absolutely adorable. He could hardly keep his hands to himself!

“Y'know, you look really cute like this {Name}.”

You huffed, “You almost look happy that I'm in this situation.” With a light shove, you pushed his face away from your own for what felt like the thousandth time. Finally ditching the thick sheets, you turn away from him, welcoming the chilled puffs of air to your warm skin.

“Would you be mad if I said I was?” Siyun asked, snaking his arms around your waist, pressing his cheek into the tender skin of your own. “God, you're adorable...”

“Yes. Now, let go; I'm burning up.”

Siyun is CLINGY as it is. Therefore, you being bedridden to some degree is right up his alley. Personal space has never been a thing in your relationship, and he's not going to let a little flu stop him. Embracing you, suffocating you with his body; it's all too easy! Pressing sweet, chaste kisses along the warm skin of your neck. Sneakily, dragging his slender fingers beneath the flimsy silk of your pajamas.

In all honesty, he'd rather have you stay at his house until you feel well again. It works pretty well, convenience-wise. It stops him from wrenching your door open, occupying your home with the crying of loud unwavering hinges. Or perhaps even sneaking through your window.

You being so vulnerable excites him in more ways than he'd care to admit. He truly is a pervert. Chewing on his pink lips, even digging his nails into his milky skin, no longer seems to be enough. Though his desires are anything but malicious, Siyun can't help the wandering of his young mind to many, many impure places.

Your parents already adore him, let's be honest! Thus, convincing them to let you stay the night or week should be a piece of cake. It's almost scary, the way he speaks to your parents; so polite and dare I say perfect. It's truly no surprise that he was a former idol, a famous one at that. How could your adoring mother and father not allow such a kind man to nurture and care for your well-being?

Siyun brings your head to his chest, relishing in the heat you radiate. His hands had fallen past your waist, toying with the thin band of your thin shorts. You give his chest a weak push, as a pitiful attempt to distance yourself. But it was no use, he merely pulled you closer, much to your dismay.

“Siyun...” You breathed out, weakly clawing at his slender hands. “Stop this, you're going to get sick.”

He hummed, “Is that so?” Though his hands showed no sign of leaving your waist. Instead, they tugged you flush against his chest with a low chuckle. Warm breath tickled the back of your neck, making you tense in anticipation.

“Then I guess we're just gonna have to be sick together~!” ♡

Let's say you're a STUDENT; high school or college, it's your choice. And due to your abrupt sickness, you're bound to miss at least a handful of classes. But fret not my dear, your classmates are itching to help you out. I mean, you're dating the Siyun Baek after all, just a glance at him could send anything girl into a frenzy!

Thankfully, your teacher settled for your seatmate. A kind, extroverted guy who you got along with quite well. He had managed to get your number due to a recent project and was quick to alert you of his unexpected arrival.

[CHOI BYUNG-CHUL]

➤ Heya [Last Name], the teacher asked me to bring sum missin assignments to ur place. Is that okey with u?

SENT; 17:23

You snort at the scrambled characters, finding some charm amongst the male's easy mistakes. It wasn't something unusual as he was an infamous clutz in your class. So he was likely texting while typing, again. Your fingers hover over the luminous keyboard, before eventually sending him a simple response.

[YOU] ➤ Yeah, it's fine lol. But I'm not home so come to this address “XX XXXX Avenue/Drive/Street” SENT; 17:25

➤ Have a safe trip. :)

SENT; 17:25

While immersed in your phone, you had yet to notice a certain someone looming over you in displeasure. From lack of attention, perhaps. But you had never been one to allow technology to soak up your time, nonetheless when you're ill. So who could possibly be taking up your time? He pondered, glaring hard at the device resting on your hand.

Pulling back the covers, Siyun moved to join you beneath the spotless sheets of the mattress. The dipping of the bed didn't bother you, let alone pull you from the flashing screen of your phone. The ex-idol sighed loudly, shifting to take the pesky item from your protective grip. Only to be brushed off by a bored, dismissive hand.

He. Was. Livid.

“Babe~!” Siyun cooed, though his tone lacked even an ounce of playfulness. “What on your phone could possibly be so damn interestin—” DING DONG!

Whew! Saved by the bell.

“I'll get it.” He murmured under his breath, tossing the thick duvet to the side. The man was quick to leave in long, haste strides, but not before his eyes flicked to your stunned form one last time.

Now, Siyun had expected a lot of things, but this surely wasn't one of them. A shorter male, about five feet seven inches, no older than nineteen was at his door. His mousy brown hair was a mess, and he had a lightly tinted folder tucked tightly beneath his arm.

“H-hi, I'm one of [Last Name]'s classmates and I brought some papers to her.” Byung-Chul commenced, frantically unzipping the top of his backpack. “She — uhm, texted me this address.”

Oh, now it all made sense. The persistent flashing of your phone, snatching your attention right from his grasp. The lighthearted giggles that'd leave your mouth ever so often. Friendly, that they were. Giggles that held no sense of love; merely admiration and glee. Even so, it wasn't good enough.

One could say the latter is quite bitter. And if If looks could kill, your friend would be six — no, ten feet under! And that's being generous. But Siyun knows better than to let his bad side show. Heh, who am I kidding?

A faux smile tugged at the corner of his lips, one he was all too familiar with using. “Ah, I see. Thanks for coming...?”

“Choi Byung-Chul!” He chirped, handing the papers to the former idols' outstretched hand.

“Heh, right,” Siyun scoffs, disinterested. He lazily takes the folder from the male, leaning in a bit too close for comfort. “Since you're already here, I have a little favor for you. If you're up for it.”

“I...um — yeah, sure,” Byung-Chul stammered, looking over the time blaring from the smartwatch adorning his wrist. “I can spare a few minutes. What's up—?”

A sharp pain shot through the poor man's abdomen in mere seconds, sending him crumbling to his knees. Siyun loosely shook his wrist in the air, allowing the gentle breeze to cool the slight stinting of his knuckles. A cold, lifeless expression grazed the face of the once-beloved idol as he watched the man wither beneath his gaze.

“Stay away from [Name]. I wouldn't want anyth ing bad to happen to you~!”

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[vanteguccir]

Profane | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where during scenes, all the control Y/N has over her life and body is completely given away to Matt's big and perfect hands.

Warning: smut (mdni), dom!Matt, BDSM (!!!), sadomasochism, bondage, dom/sub dynamic, pleasure in physical pain, restraint, degradation, p in v, fingering, multiple orgasm, use of blindfold. PLEASE, read with caution.

Requested?: No.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Please, I'll be good." Y/N asked almost in a trance. Her body was sitting on the double bed in her shared room with Matt, her legs crossed and her hands on top of her thighs with palms facing up.

She looked at him through her eyelashes, an expression of desperation on her features. Her heart was racing, and her skin was constantly crawling in anticipation.

“Then take off your clothes for me."

The two had just returned from a party where they hadn't even stayed 30 minutes, the air heavy with the smell of marijuana and drink, the loud music and thousands of people pressed together and rubbing against each other made the couple go mad. They hated this type of event and were wondering why they even agreed to go.

But one good thing came out of it, Matt looked strangely hot in his more-than-ordinary clothes, and Y/N found herself pressing her thighs during all that small time, her pussy asking for contact, but knowing that she should stay in silence and don't beg like a little slut.

But when they got home, there was nothing that could stop her from doing it. After all, she loved being Matt's slut inside four walls.

"Do you want me to-" She stopped her sentence abruptly. She hadn't been allowed to speak.

Matt smiled roguishly, he knew that she had stopped talking precisely because of him, but decided to ignore the fact that she had even opened her mouth.

He loved that, the feeling of power.

The brunette took a few steps forward, stopping in front of his girl, his head slightly tilted down as he analyzed her face carefully, his features carrying a false pity.

He lifted his right hand and brought it to Y/N's face, palm fitting perfectly on her flushed cheek, caressing her soft, warm skin. His thumb traveled to her pink lips, which were slightly wet with saliva from her tongue.

Y/N held back the moan, letting out a sigh instead, when Matt caressed her lower lip, parting her mouth in a silent request to be filled.

"You heard me, baby. If you want me, then take your clothes off." Matt ordered again, his voice was husky and deep. "Now." His thumb left her lips as quickly as he touched them, his ring and middle fingers tapping lightly against her cheek before pulling away completely.

Matt now had a cold look in his eyes, mixed with amusement and lust. His biggest fetish was having Y/N completely submissive to him.

He walked a few steps back, sitting in his gaming chair, spreading his legs so that Y/N could see his erection marking the fabric from afar, her eyes remaining fixed there long enough to make her salivate.

Rising slowly, the girl planted her feet on the ground, taking her hands to the hem of her flowy dress, lingering there while her eyes dipped into the blue pools that stared back at her with intensity.

Y/N looked down momentarily. She knew that if she continued looking at him, she would get lost there.

"Look at me while you take off your clothes, I didn't give you permission to look away." The boy's authoritative and serious tone slightly startled Y/N, who looked up quickly as she swallowed hard, nodding slowly, an apology on the tip of her tongue, which she swallowed back.

Her hands slowly lifted the skirt of her dress, passing it over her hips, then her waist and, finally, her bra-covered breasts, before removing it completely from her body, throwing the piece on the floor beside her.

Her eyes remained on the blue ones she loved so much, her hands working on the clasp of her bra, letting the piece slide down her arms before going to her pantyhose and panties. Her body bent slightly forward as she lowered them completely down her legs.

The girl's eyes now looked at Matt's from below, and she swore she saw the boy swallow hard with the vision.

Her spine straightened seconds after throwing the last piece aside, her naked body completely on display. Her cheeks burned, and she felt her hands tingle as they wanted to cover her private parts. No matter how many times they had done it - and there were many -, she always felt intimidated by the dark-haired man's deep gaze.

"Good, lie down on the bed." Matt ordered again, remaining in the same position as his eyes assiduously watched Y/N's movements.

She nodded, turning to the bed and lying down quietly, keeping her body straight and her eyes on the ceiling as she waited for a touch, order, anything.

Matt slowly got up from his chair, walking to their closet. His hands pulled the door on his side, opening a specific drawer. His eyes traveled over the items there, deciding what he would do that night.

Matt's fingers passed lightly over each object, stopping at specific ones and taking them; that day's scene wouldn't be so intense, since that week he already had to punish Y/N ​​and he knew that her emotional state couldn't handle anything too strong in a short space of time. So he just chose a blindfold and a small rope.

The boy turned and walked back to the bed, standing next to Y/N's head. She could see him in her field of vision, struggling not to look up and see what he was holding. But that wasn't necessary, as Matt raised his hand that was with holding them, showing it to her.

"I'm going to use the blindfold and bind your hands today, do you understand?" He spoke, or rather, stated. There was no opening for complaints or petitions there. Y/N nodded slightly, but Matt's gaze told her he wanted a vocal response.

"Yes." Y/N spoke for the first time since they started, her voice coming out shaky and breathless. She always felt like that when they did a scene, euphoric.

"Lift your head so I can fix the blindfold on you." Matt ordered, bending down slightly and covering the girl's eyes with the marsala red fabric, arranging it so that she couldn't see anything but the dark.

Y/N felt her body heat up instantly, her senses automatically sharpening.

Her arms gave a little jump when Matt's large met held them, not expecting the touch. The boy slid his fingers down to Y/N's hands, pulling them up so that they were above her head, crossing her wrists and tying the rope there in a strategic and perfect knot, taking the ends to the headboard, ensuring that she wouldn't get out of that position so easily.

"Too tight?" The boy's voice sounded too close to her ear, and Y/N had to hold back a groan, rubbing her thighs on the bed as she shook her head no. "Good, stay still."

Honestly, she wouldn't mind if it was tighter; Matt has tied knots that left her skin scarred for days, and she loved it.

Matt's touch and human warmth quickly drifted away, Y/N's body automatically begging to feel him again, even if with phantom touches.

The sound of a zipper opening sounded throughout the room, then the metal of a belt hitting the floor. Y/N's tongue slipped out of her mouth, wetting her lips as the image of Matt's naked body materialized in her mind, her own body reacting almost instantly to it.

Seconds or minutes passed, and the girl's patience was already hanging by a thread as her intimacy seemed to drip against the sheet below. Her mind almost screamed in relief as she felt the mattress dip beside her, and then Matt's body seemed to be hovering over hers.

The boy positioned himself between his girlfriend's delicious thighs, spreading them wider with his knees.

His blue eyes momentarily traveled over the exposed body in front of him; her skin so pale, seeming to beg to be marked, her tits pert, perhaps due to the air conditioning or because of her lust.

The boy lightly bit his lower lip as he got a small glimpse of his girl's pussy between her open legs, the shine of her honey attracting his gaze and it was as if he could smell and taste her from there.

He lowered his equally naked body onto his girl's one, his hands supporting his weight on either side of Y/N's head, his back flexing with his movements. He passed his lips along her skin in an almost non-existent touch, longing to feel the natural taste.

Matt placed his head in the crook of Y/N's neck, starting to distribute kisses and bites to the area, a sigh escaping her lips.

His lips and teeth worked together, taking turns between open, wet lip seals or light bites, which didn't hurt her much, but would definitely leave a mark. The contradiction between pain and caress sent shocks through Y/N's body, making her eyes roll back behind the blindfold.

The boy continued in that intense game between pain and affection in Y/N's jaw, collarbone, boobs and belly, until he reached her hip, darting his tongue beyond his lips and licking the area, blowing immediately afterwards, observing up close her skin shivering.

He gently grabbed her ankles and made her bend her legs so that her feet were with the soles on the mattress, his hands traveling to her knees and spreading them further apart, so that her pussy was completely exposed to him.

He lowered himself again, his lips lightly sealing her thighs, taking turns between that and running his tongue along a certain length. His blue eyes observed Y/N's face once again, noticing her mouth half-open and her head tilted slightly back before planting an open-mouth kiss on the girl's intimacy.

Y/N let out a moan, her hands grabbing the parts of the rope that bound her and pulling lightly, her hips rising involuntarily.

A whimper escaped her mouth as Matt suddenly pulled away, his large hands grabbing her hips and pressing her firmly against the mattress.

“Am I going to have to bind you down here, too, Y/N?” His voice came out as rough as the grip of his fingers against the girl's skin. "Or are you going to stay still like I told you to?"

"I'm sorry. I'm going to stay still." The girl said quickly, her tone was one of desperation and apprehension.

Matt remained silent, his eyes lingering on Y/N as if he was sizing her up, analyzing whether she deserved all the pleasure she was about to receive.

His fingers - which had previously been on her hip - traveled to her waist, squeezing her sides tightly as he lowered himself down again, looking up at the girl from beneath his eyelashes before licking from her hole to her clit, scraping his teeth lightly over the nerve of pleasure.

A moan of pleasure and pain escapes the girl's lips as she struggles to keep her body still. Matt's hot tongue sending shivers all over her body.

The boy continued, taking turns between penetrating his tongue into the hot and wet hole or caressing her clit, sucking the nerve with his lips.

Y/N felt her eyes water from the intense pleasure. That was one of the reasons why she loved and hated wearing blindfolds, her senses were heightened to a point where she could cum just by him touching her body. In other words, oral like the one Matt was giving her, took her to heights too quickly.

When Y/N's face was wet, her pupils dilated, nostrils swollen and face red, Matt finally pulled away, the short nails of his fingers digging into the skin of the girl's waist as he felt her limbs trembling, her mouth open in an perfect O and gasps escaping from there.

Her arms were slightly red in irritation from the position and restriction, and her entire upper body was stained, the marks Matt had made minutes before already creating color. That set of things made her perfect, looking like a goddess.

Matt's pupils dilated like never before, a hungry look taking over his eyes, and with the support of Y/N's waist, he hovered his larger body over his girl's, his lips getting closer to hers but stopping inches away.

The girl felt his hot breath against her face, tilting her chin up as she desperately searched for contact.

Matt pulled away slightly, his eyes watching her with his brows furrowed. He felt ready to destroy her in the best way possible, his darkest desires taking over his mind like a fog, and all he wanted most was to fuck her until she was crying and shaking, unable to say anything other than moan loudly for more.

He brought his right hand to Y/N's neck, his fingers pressing in the perfect spots as he pressed the area against the mattress, keeping her head still again. A choking sound escaped the girl's throat in surprise at the movement.

"I told you to stay still, kitten." He whispered against Y/N's ear, receiving a strangled moan in response.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She asked incessantly, her tone pleading, a request for more hidden in her words.

A sound of disapproval escaped Matt's throat.

"Is your head so polluted by my dick that you can't even process a word?" He said into Y/N's ear, receiving a pathetic whimper in response.

Matt removed his hand from Y/N's neck suddenly, lifting his torso so that he was straight on his knees on the bed, he lifted Y/N's right leg roughly, moving it to the left side of the bed, all the affection in his touches suddenly disappearing.

"Turn around." The boy ordered, his eyes remaining fixed on his girlfriend's face, observing her expressions.

The sentence of disapproval or questioning she wanted to say was swallowed back down hard, she was already too fucked up to do anything wrong again.

Y/N sighed before starting to move pathetically in search of turning her body around, having difficulty due to her hands being tied and the small space she had in the area of ​​her legs, after all, Matt was practically glued to them.

After much effort, her body was turned as requested by the boy, her torso supported on her elbows and her ass completely in the air, giving a show to Matt's hungry eyes.

The boy slid his right hand down her sloping spine into Y/N's hair, his fingers tangling in the silky strands before pulling hard, a moan of pleasure escaping the girl's throat as a result. Her head fell back, and a slight pain radiated through her shoulders and neck from the uncomfortable position.

"Masochism has always been a curiosity of mine, and this only increased after I met you and your tastes, very similar to mine, by the way." Matt pulls hard on the amount of hair he was holding, the surprise of the act drawing a gasp from Y/N. “I think if I cause you enough pain, you’ll cum. Just with it."

A mix of emotions crossed Y/N's features at that. She didn't even have the power to name them all. Her mind automatically tried to project what would come next, a shiver running down her curved spine.

"I'm not going to punish you today, that wasn't my intention for tonight. But I'm going to ask you one question: Do you know why I'm so angry?" Matt asked, leaning his body over Y/N's and bringing his face closer to hers, waiting for an answer. A tug was given to the tangled hair when no response came.

A gasp escaped Y/N's lips at the gesture.

"I-I didn't obey." She whispered, swallowing hard.

"I didn't hear you, kitten." Matt's voice sounded closer than before, his lips touching the girl's right ear. His tone was arrogant and as cold as his eyes, despite the hunger behind the blue orbs.

Matt's left hand left the mattress, his weight resting completely on the surface and Y/N's ass, his hard dick brushing against the girl's wobbly thighs.

He wrapped his now free hand around Y/N's neck again, squeezing more firmly than before as an warning, pulling her head so that it was almost completely lifted, her upper body standing just with the support of his hands on it.

"I... I didn't obey when you told me to be quiet and still." Y/N responded loudly, her voice coming out weak. She could almost feel Matt's smile against her ear.

All she wanted most was to be able to touch him or at least see him, the blindfold intensified her pleasure, but left her lost, making her mind race desperately trying to figure out what Matt's next move would be, what he would do and what he expected from her.

"Um." The boy pondered, his palms itching to give due punishment to the girl at his mercy, but that night his dick spoke louder. "And you're sorry?" Questioned Matt one last time.

"Y-yes Matty, I'm really, really sorry."

"My perfect little slut." He whispers to Y/N, his lips traveling from her ear to her bare shoulder, caressing the skin. He brought his left hand from her neck to his girl's half-open, salivating mouth, inserting his middle and ring fingers roughly, a sound of surprise escaping Y/N's throat. "Suck it."

She took no time in circling her warm and extremely wet tongue around Matt's long fingers, licking all the best spots and sucking hard. She knew she was doing a great job when she felt his cock in her thighs pulsing.

"Shh, it's okay." Matt whispered, feeling her desperation in her actions, taking his completely soaked fingers out of her mouth and bringing them to the girl's intimate area. He didn't try to be delicate. He just inserted them in and expected her to adjust to it easily. "Color?"

"G-green." She moans, spreading her legs wider and pushing her hips against Matt's hand.

"You take me so well, hm?" The brunette murmurs, pulling his fingers out almost completely, before penetrating them again. "So needy."

"M-Matty." She almost sobs, momentarily forgetting the rule of keeping quiet. She wiggles her ass against Matt's hand, pushing her hips further and further back. She just needed him to go deeper and faster. "P-please. Please."

"Be patient." Matt orders in a deep voice, his right hand - which was still tangled in her hair - tightens the strands and pushes her head more firmly against the mattress.

With that, Matt begins a series of rapid movements with his fingers inside her, moving his wrist back and forth so that his digits enter quickly, hitting all the best spots between the sticky walls. The wet sound fills the room, making Matt's dick jump, but he just takes a deep breath, ignoring his own urges.

At some point, he adds a third finger, increasing the intensity of his movements; fast and deep.

Y/N's eyes roll back roughly, the sensation of an orgasm rising through her body like a wave, her legs becoming shaky on the mattress and her fingers gripping the rope, taking on a white color from the force she used.

"M-Matty, I need-"

"Hold it." The brunette interrupted, slowing down his movements almost instantly.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His thumb gently stimulates her clit, while his fingers remain still inside Y/N, enjoying the sight of her body moving back and forth pathetically, whimpers escaping her lips.

"M-Matty." She gasps, tears streaming from her eyes from the stimulation. "P-please, I need, p-please-"

"Not yet, kitten." Matt moves his thumb even slower, and Y/N feels her head spin, like she might pass out before she even gets the permission. "Wait."

He bends down so that his face is close to Y/N's spine, his lips brushing the area while his beard scrapes the sensitive skin, envisioning the redness that would result. He could feel Y/N's walls contracting around his fingers, her hips moving almost imperceptibly, desperate for something, anything.

"You can cum." He allowed in a low voice, having to move his wrist just one more time before Y/N's orgasm hit her.

Y/N felt her peak travel from her feet to her head like lightning, her body shaking completely, Matt's fingers keeping her upright. She pulled her hands down instinctively, the pain of the rope on her wrist only increasing her pleasure. Her eyes rolled back so hard she could have sworn they could've popped out of their sockets. Her mouth opened, and the dirtiest moans came out of it.

"Do you want your gift, now?" Matt asked a few minutes later, as the impact of the orgasm subsided over Y/N's body, wiping his fingers on the sheet beneath his body.

It was impossible for her to even breathe right now, let alone utter any words, so she was content to just nod her head, hoping Matt could see it.

"Good. Color?"

"G-green, Matty." She responds weakly, pushing her hips back, yearning to be filled by him.

"So desperate." He murmurs, taking his cock in his right hand and giving it a few thrusts, before pressing his head to Y/N's extremely wet entrance.

"Please." Y/N whimpers as she pants, firmly pushing her hips back again.

The sound of the slap comes before the pain, Matt having used his right hand to deliver the blow to Y/N's ass. She knew that was just a warning to keep quiet and still, swallowing hard as she closed her mouth.

Matt massaged her skin where he had hit, wetting his lips briefly with his tongue, deciding to be silent, he knew that she knew why he did it.

The boy inserted only the head of his cock into the slippery hole, stopping his movement, the wet walls seeming to want to suck him in with how much it contracted.

"Your pussy want me that much, baby?"

"Yes, yes, yes." He hears Y/N murmur like a prayer, her thighs trembling against his, and Matt soon assumes that she could cum right then and there, just with her walls contracting repeatedly around his head. He could almost see Y/N's eyes rolling back and her mouth open in pleasure.

"Even though you disobeyed me earlier, I think you deserve this." Matt comments, finally inserting his cock fully, the warm, sticky walls welcoming him readily. "So hot and tight." He moans hoarsely, closing his eyes momentarily as his hands squeeze Y/N's pert ass.

Pulling his hips away, Matt thrusts back in again, keeping the pace slow and deep. Y/N moaned as she felt his entire length inside her, and with the help of her elbows, she forced her body back, practically sitting on Matt's lap.

Only when she was moaning as loudly as before and biting the sheet beneath her because she had nowhere to hold on did Matt increase his pace, so unsteady that she almost lost her balance, her body softening and moving along with his, giving away her own power.

Matt's right arm wrapped around Y/N's elevated waist, holding there tightly as he felt her knees give way, keeping them in that delicious position.

"Matt!" She moans loudly when his head hits a certain spot inside her that makes her see stars beneath the blindfold, pressing her cheek more against the sheet below her.

Matt's hands now fit around her waist with a firm grip to be able to thrust more quickly. There's a thin layer of sweat covering his skin, his muscles flexing with each movement.

The sound of Y/N's almost pornographic moans was probably the best thing Matt had ever heard in his entire life. Her voice comes out in a whimper as she begs him to go deeper, harder, everything.

And he does it because there was nothing in the world that Y/N asked him to do that he wouldn't do. His movements became more rhythmic, pulling out almost completely only to thrust in his full length again, going as deep as he had ever thought possible.

Matt felt his own orgasm beginning to build and surge through his body, but he held it back. He wasn't done with Y/N ​​yet.

"Matty." She moans slowly, feeling Matt's new rhythm, which takes her to another world. "I-I need to... I c-can't hold-" She tried to say, but her mind was too fucked up to even form a coherent sentence.

"You can. I didn't hear a safe word."

And she thinks she really can, but for a short time. The incessant stimulation at her pleasure point, the rope squeezing her arm tightly and the blindfold completely blocking her view made her feel overwhelmed. She needed to cum.

"Please, please, please." She repeats it like a mantra, pushing her hips back hard as she presses her cheek into the sheet, dragging her skin into the cotton. Her eyes rolled back as her body searched for her orgasm.

"Cum." Matt ordered in one simple word, increasing his pace suddenly, penetrating Y/N at high speed, his blue eyes rolling back momentarily as he felt her hot walls crush him.

And then Y/N feels her body shake for the second time in a row, her knees become unstable, and her skin feels ultra sensitive to the touch, shivers running all over her body. A moan louder than the previous ones escapes her lips, her spine curving more, her tits scraping against the sheet, providing her a delicious stimulation.

"Shit, shit, shit." She moans slowly, rolling her hips against Matt's, trying to prolong her orgasm. "Oh God, so good."

With her hip movement, she elicits a husky moan from the brunette, the stimulation of her ass against his pelvis and her walls around his cock brings him to his own orgasm.

He closes his eyes momentarily and squeezes Y/N's ass tightly, a gasp followed by a long moan escaping his lips, before long, hot jets hit Y/N's insides, her walls instinctively clenching at the sensation.

The two remain static for a few seconds, panting and sweating, their legs weak and their hearts racing.

A few seconds later, Matt carefully pulls out of Y/N, caressing the sensitive skin of her hips before getting up from the bed.

He takes a few steps closer to her, and gently his hands work on removing the blindfold and untying the rope around her wrists, massaging the area for a few seconds, his blue eyes observing the red marks beginning to appear.

"It's okay, it's over." He whispered, crouching on the ground next to Y/N's head, seeing her blink her eyes repeatedly as she tried to adapt to the light, after being in the dark for long minutes - or hours. "You were so good for me, baby. So good."

His right hand runs through the girl's hair, caressing it carefully and planting slow, lingering kisses on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Matt asks in a whisper, resting the objects in his hand on the nightstand, his attention completely on his girlfriend, who now lay on her stomach, her eyes closed and sighs escaping her lips.

She just nods, unable to answer him out loud.

"Come on, let's take a shower, my love."

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[kleftiko]

❦ IF YOU’LL LET ME

cw: mature, early seasons spencer, loss of virginity, soft sex, fem!reader, praise, mentions of alcohol

“hey, spence. it’s late.”

his eyes dart down to your chest, words stuck in his throat but you don’t seem to mind. instead you continue to dab your shirt, holding open the door and turning your back as you head in to allow him to follow you into your hotel room.

the plush duvet folds under your weight as you sit on the bed, spencer stands awkwardly eyeing the table beside the fridge.

“you were drinking?” he asks.

you chuckle a bit and motion to your wet shirt. “i was trying, but the mini bar had other ideas.”

his nimble fingers pick up the small bottle, briefly glancing over the label before bringing it to his nose and grimacing at the smell.

“didn’t know you like whiskey.” he says.

“spencer.” you lean back on your hands, eyes trailing over his lanky frame and combed back hair. “what are you doing here?”

“am i not welcome?”

“you’re always welcome,” you shake your head. “if you let me know why. we’re flying back home in the morning, something bothering you?”

spencer attempts to place the bottle back on the table, but his clumsy fingers knock it over, causing a disruptive sound to ricochet through the room as the glass comes in contact with the wood. he awkwardly tries to catch it, placing it back up right and taking his hands far away from it.

the boy’s gaze moves back towards you, his mouth opening to answer your question when he looks back down at your chest and flushes, turning his head towards the door.

“don’t you want to change your shirt?” he asks.

the dark fabric clings to your skin, highlighting your silhouette and putting your tits on display.

“it’s my room.” you say and stand up. he doesn’t look towards you.

“i can’t imagine wet fabric that reeks of alcohol being preferred to a clean and warm shir—“

“—spence.” you cut him off, standing in front of him. “what’s wrong?”

his focus flickers to your face for a split second.

“nothing is wrong, i just… i was thinking…”

your instinct is to pull a joke at his words, but with his demeanour you could tell this was really bugging him, so you refrain.

“about?” you prompt softly.

“you…” his fingers travel back to the mini whiskey bottle, tinkering with it. “i’ve been thinking of you a lot lately…”

you couldn’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips.

“you have?” it comes out in a soft tone, and spencer nods. “what about me?”

you had an idea as to what has been bugging spencer. with the warm weather finally making a comeback, morgan has been going on his yearly appreciation rants about spring break. women having fun and warm weather we’re two of his favourite things, the sex that usually leads to that was just a bonus.

everyone figured spencer hadn’t had an experience like that, not having gone through the typical childhood, after all. and it didn’t take a room full of profilers to notice the way his eyes stayed on you for a second longer than everyone else.

spencer sighs.

“morgan said i should just go for it.” he mumbles.

you take a step closer to him, looking up through your lashes at his handsome face. “i agree with him.”

you see his adam’s apple bob from a harsh gulp.

“can—can i kiss you?” he whispers.

you nod your head.

and his lips are soft. spencer is so gentle and awkward as he kisses you that it’s you who grabs his hands and guides them to your hips. it seems he has a hard time touching you and kissing you at the same time, alternating between the two every few seconds and setting a choppy pace. you feel him start to get angry with himself at not being able to do both at once.

you pull away. “it’s okay, spencer.”

“i’m sorry, i’m new to this.” he rambles quickly and you giggle, taking his hand and pulling him to sit on the bed.

you take the place next to him and look into his eyes, bringing his hand back to your waist.

“you can do whatever you want.” you give him permission.

his hands start to wander your body. those curious fingers that clumsily knocked over the whiskey now exploring the curves of your body. his focus followed his hands, and you watch his face, smiling at the look of wonder on his face as his touch travelled higher up.

when they reach your face, his hands cup your jaw and he pulls you slowly towards him. you hum softly into his mouth, getting lost in his gentleness.

it’s not longer before you find yourself pressed up against his body, enjoying your own exploration of him until you come down to his pants.

“do you want to continue?” you ask him after feeling his hard on.

spencer gulps a bit, but nods. “please, if you’ll let me.”

you smile at him and move back, finally taking off your wet shirt, his eyes once again zone in on your chest. he reaches out a tentative hand, and when he doesn’t get a slap on the wrist he touches your skin.

it gives him a surge of confidence and he goes back to kiss you. the make out session staying slow but heating up as you two began to undress each other, both looking with wonder at each other’s bare bodies.

you find him mounted on top of you as you lay on the soft duvet, his fingers between your legs as he listens to the noises you make.

“how are you so good at this?” you gasp, eyes screwed shut.

“the clitoris has over 10 000 nerve endings, more than any other part of your—”

you kiss him, not meaning to shut him up but you just couldn’t help it, he was too cute.

he lets out a small whine when you pull away from him, and you can’t help but coo as you grab a packet from the nightstand.

“don’t worry, spence, it’s not over.”

he breaths a sigh of relief, allowing you to roll the condom onto him before you fall onto your back again.

“are you sure about this?” he asks, grabbing the base of his dick to line up with you. you nod.

“please, spencer, if you’ll let me.”

your eyes close in content as he fills you up.

“you feel so good.” you mumble, and he pulls back a bit to thrust softly.

you don’t hold back on noises, wanting spencer to feel confident that he’s doing a good job.

“w-wow.” he gasps.

“i know, baby, i know.” you reach your hand up to card through his hair. “you’re doing so good.”

he picks up the pace again, breaths becoming heavy as he gets the hang of making himself feel good.

you feel him going quick, muttering about being close as you tell him, “you’re making me feel so good, spencer. please cum, i want you to feel good, too.”

he groans your name, voice catching in his throat as he cums into the condom, but he doesn’t stop. you hear his pained noises of over stimulation as he continues his thrusting.

“spencer, what are you doing?” you ask, a bit concerned.

“you didn’t cum. ‘need to make you feel good, too.” he mumbles.

“oh, baby, no.” you go to kiss his lips, drawing his attention away from thrusting as he melts into you. “you made me feel so good already, this night is about you.”

“but—”

“—no buts.” you give him another kiss. “lay down with me now, you need rest.”

you can tell he wants to argue some more, but his body betrays him, falling into your embrace as you hold him.

“you did so good, spencer.” you reassure him, fingers in his hair as you coax him to relax.

“i did?” he asks, tone unbelieving.

you kiss his forehead. “so, so good.”

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[vetitiscripta]

Puppet

Summary: You didn't want to kill Lawrence. You didn't want to kill anyone! You didn't even want to be in this situation in this stupid house! When Ren hands you the knife and tells you to kill Lawrence, you intend to do nothing, to beg him to not make you do it. But Strade has other plans. (AU where MC/reader can see Strade as a ghost (even though it's not talked about in this)).

A/N: based off an AU i want to write where ren still kidnaps MC/reader and forces them to be with him but MC/reader can see strade's ghost after finding his body in the basement. enjoy! ٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡

“I want us to share something really special.”

Ren’s voice faded out as you stared at the knife that he handed you.  It was silent in the room, only the sounds of breathing could be heard. You don’t know whose you heard the most; Ren’s slightly fast breath from what you would assume was excitement, Lawrence’s muffled breathing that was full of panic, or your own breathing. Despite it being so quiet, your ears started ringing. The silence was deafening.

You glanced at Lawrence, his eyes watching you as tears gathered in his eyes. It’s crazy to think that this was the same guy you met in the pub a week ago. Yeah, he might have chased you down the street after you left but you never thought that either of you would end up in this situation. Had you known, you would have stayed home to relax instead of going out to that stupid pub.

Ren’s tail caught your eye, pulling your gaze from Lawrence’s horrified one. It moved slowly, moving from side to side before placing itself on Lawrence’s hip. As if it was waiting in anticipation like its owner.

You looked at the knife once more, your reflection staring back at you. Despite sleeping well since you’ve been with Ren, you looked tired. What was standing behind you in the reflection should have made you gasp and drop the knife in shock. Or rather, who was standing behind you. Especially considering you had just seen his body in the basement’s freezer last week.

Strade, as you unfortunately learned his name is (was?), stood mere inches from you. The hair on your arms stood as you felt his breathing on your neck (do ghosts even need to breathe?), making him feel as real as the other people in the room.

“Do it.” Strade’s voice sounded as if it came from inside your own head. There was a look in his eyes that was different from the one in Ren’s. This one was more intense. Hungrier.

“You… want me to hurt him?” You don’t know if you were speaking to Ren or Strade.

Ren flashed you a fanged smile again, “Hurt him.”

Strade stepped closer to you, his chest almost flush with your back, “Cut him.” His voice was rougher, almost as if he was growling.

“Make him bleed... cry…” Ren glanced at Lawrence before looking back at you.

Strade’s hands ran down your arms, “Cut deep enough to…”

“Kill him.”

Their voices mixed together into one, their hunger and anticipation for what was to come causing you to shake. You held Ren’s gaze for a few seconds before looking at your hands as Strade’s own engulfed them. You noticed how rough his hands were. Probably had something to do with what he did in the basement. He’s told you some stories as he began following you around the house. You hated being the only one that could see him and he knew it.

“Go ahead, Liebling,” You shuddered as he spoke right by your ear. His hands tightened around yours as he continued to whisper persuading words to you. If his hands weren’t holding yours, you would be shaking worse than before.

You didn’t realize that Strade was making you walk forward until you stood in front of Lawrence. His eyes- so blue now that you actually had a chance to look at them, to focus on them to distract yourself from the terrible situation you were in- stared up at you, tears threatening to fall as he attempted to form words behind his gag to plead with you. Your breathing quickened as Strade maneuvered the knife into one of your hands and, still holding yours in his, moved your hand with the knife to your side.

“Please don’t make me…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, tears you didn’t know you were holding back falling down your cheeks. You heard and felt the chuckle that Strade gave you.

“Oh, you don’t have a choice.” His grip on your hand tightened, making you wince.

You turned your attention to Ren, “Ren… I’ll do anything else… Just please don’t make me hurt anyone…” Voice wavering, you hoped that he would change his mind before you did something that you regret, whether the actions were your own or not.

His gaze softened, “Just don’t have the stomach for it, do you?”

Before you could finish shaking your head in response, Strade had moved you closer to Lawrence, the knife aiming for his arm as he intended to make this drag out as slowly as possible. Wanting this all to end, you focused all your strength in your arm and swiped it to the side forcefully, surprising Strade and causing him to lose the control he had over you. You were relieved to no longer be his puppet, but your relief was short-lived when you noticed blood spreading down Lawrence’s chest. You gasped and found the blood pouring from the cut on across his neck. In your attempt to regain control, you were too close to Lawrence.

More tears streamed down your face as Strade began laughing, at you or the display in front of you, you were unsure.

You dropped the knife and fell to your knees as you watched Lawrence stop moving. His blood dripped on the floor beneath him, the steady sound of it flooding your ears as Strade’s laughing calmed down.

You killed someone. You killed Lawrence.

You looked at your hands, blood splattered on the hand you held the knife in. You were shaking again.

Ren’s arms snaking around your waist pulled you from your thoughts. You didn’t even realize he had moved from Lawrence’s side. “You sure surprised me! I thought you weren’t going to do it.” He pulled you closer to him, his breath fanning your neck like Strade’s had, “I knew we’d get along.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“We are going to get along just fine,” You felt Strade’s hand on your head, stroking your hair in either an attempt to comfort you or to antagonize you. You don’t know which one you preferred at this point. “Just fine.”

You sobbed harder at his words, hands coming up to cover your face. You should have stayed home instead of going out to that stupid pub.

#boyfriend to death #btd #btd x reader #ghost strade au #btd strade #btd ren #ren hana #ren hana x reader #strade x reader #(kind of implied kind of not can be read either way tbh)

[izohing]

Best friend Ellie Williams who has been ignoring for days.

Warnings: Top reader kinda, squirting, homophobia, slurs, fingering

You and Ellie have been friends for years, starting back when you guys were teens. From what Ellie has gathered, you’ve always wanted it to stay this way. It’s insane that Ellie knows everything about you doesn’t know if you even like girls. It’s been driving her crazy, she’s been waiting for any signs, any confirmation, that she could ever have a change. Just one mention of a guy you like, or god forbid a girl.

Would dating even change anything? Ellie already sees almost all of you under the guise that you two are best friends. She can come over whenever she wants, she already sleeps in your bed almost every night, and you two change and shower together. She feels as though she is already blessed by being able to be this close to you, she thinks she’d rather stay right where she is than risk it all. Until you start to bring a guy around.

Ellie thinks that her life might be over. That soon he’ll be in your bed, he’ll have a key to your apartment, and that he’ll be able to share those intimate moments with you instead. A part of Ellie is mad at you. That she’s been with you through everything and now you guys can’t share a conversation without him being brought up.

Ellie kinda loses her shit when your new boyfriend calls her out on her little crush in front of you.

The three of you have been sitting in your and Ellie’s favorite bar when it happens. Ellie was tired of feeling like she had to stay dormant as you two giggled all night. For the most part, Ellie just stuck to her phone all night, until your boyfriend said something.

“Would you ever think about getting with a girl?”

You look down at your drink and start stirring the liquid with your straw. Your face is so flushed and anyone good tell you’re uncomfortable right now, but he kept going.

“What no? Not for me? Girl on girl action is so hot.”

Ellie couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

“What the fuck dude?”

Your boyfriend turns his attention to Ellie, visibly annoyed.

“Of course that was the only part of the conversation that you listened to.”

“What?” Ellie can feel her face heat up.

“You heard me, it’s always some dyke that seems to never be able to take a compliment. Don’t look at me think that, I see the way you look at y/n. You’re just mad that you can’t play boyfriend girlfriend with her anymore now that she’s got a real man.”

Ellie is shaking with a mix of pure anger and embarrassment. She wants to punch that smug look on his face so bad, but she knows that would make your friendship officially unsalvageable. Instead she just picks up her stuff and leaves.

She’s been stuck in limbo for what feels like so long now. She can’t talk to you after that. Ellie still feels so embarrassed she can’t breathe whenever she thinks of it.

After a week of not talking, you finally send her a late night text.

“Hey, bf/n said you need to pick up your clothes.”

Wow. You really must hate her. Begrudgingly Ellie drives to your apartment to go pick them up. She expects you to just hand her the bags of clothes when she gets there, but instead you ask her to come inside. Ellie is very reluctant at first.

“He’s not here if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Ellie walks inside and straight to your room silently. She opens up the bedside drawer and starts pulling the clothes out. You stand by the door frame.

“I love you”

Ellie pulls her hands out of the drawer and turns to look at you “I- what?”

“I was scared and embarrassed to tell you, and I don’t want to lose you forever over him. Whether or not what he said was true, I still think you should know.”

“Wait what?” Ellie walks closer to you. After all this time you really had no idea? Ellie continues,

“It is true, everything he said.”

You step forward as well. Both of your bodies are only inches apart, so close you can feel her breathing. Ellie keeps her hands hovering over your hips, not yet sure if it was really okay.

You place your hand in her short hair and pull her mouth into yours. Ellie tries to enjoy the kiss before pulling away to potentially ruin it with a question.

“But what about bf/n? Cheating is wrong”

Not that your answer would’ve mattered, it wouldn’t have made Ellie opposed to kissing you. Cheating doesn’t seem so bad when it’s with her and on that asshole.

Your face now moved towards her neck and chest. “I told him. It was over. After. You left.” Every few words punctuated by a kiss to Ellie’s collar bone and neck.

And with that, Ellie finally allows herself to bask in you. She moves her lips back to yours and wrapping her hands around your curves.

“Ive been feral over you since we met.” She admits.

You crack a smug smile, “Oh really? Why don’t you show me?”

While you might have only been teasing, Ellie took this much more seriously. She removes her hand from your hip, wraps it around your hand, and pulls it into her sweats. Even through her underwear you can feel that she is absolutely soaked.

“Don’t you see what you do to me?”

You move her underwear to the side and dip your fingers in and you can feel Ellie’s whole body shiver. She removes her hand from yours and let you continue with your movements. Your fingers slowly pump in and out of her and start walking her towards the bed.

You slowly pull Ellie on top of you in the bed, keeping your hand in her pants. She immediately starts grinding and riding your fingers, attempting to build up her orgasm. With your other hand you stick your hand up her shirt and tweak her nipple. She clenches and that and her hips start to move faster.

Ellie’s walls start spasming so quickly. Along with her cream, you start to feel liquid. Her breath starts to quicken before becoming silent as her hips start to slow to a grind. Realizing whats happening, you push the heel of your hand into her, giving her that extra needed pressure.

Once the liquid stops she climbs off of you. When she rolls off of you, you notice that her sweats are darkened with her climax.

When going to get her a new pair of pants you grab out of your drawer, not hers. When handing them to you her you say something in a boastful tone,

“You know, since your my girlfriend now and stuff”

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