#they touch hands through a transparent wall

[ironvy]

Peeling Oranges !

Blade x fem! reader, angst, not proofread, inspiration; "Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman" by Haruki Murakami. word count; 1121.

note. how tf is this 1121 words?? I'm not even proud of this one to begin with </3 I'm running out of ideas, if anyone has something on mind, please do sent a request in my inbox, thank you!

Immortality is a façade, a divine fruit, a false paradise, a hell in disguise, growth for a long life’s curse, a benevolent blessing, flowing to an inevitable destiny graver than demise.

( take it from those who have witnessed it. )

Immortality is a façade, and Blade perceives as it flows from your hand. As you bask in the veins of this immortality, as it slithers to the confines of your heart.

How did he permit you into his life, anyway? He does not recall; everything is bemused.

Unlike him, you are one wandering, delicate soul. And he is a canine beast, anticipating the precise opportunity to unleash, and in scarce instants of quietude, plagued by the slaughtered and despondency.

Blade is mostly tedious; isolated in his thoughts, distant, and as still as a statue, his presence equivalent to his absence. Perhaps, it is that he’s a fugitive that he returns to your refuge or his veiled desire for consolement; although your paths to immortality are contrary.

( Immortality is not hideous, you say, smiling. Yet he thinks that smile appears downcast. )

Blade became an abomination before you. He did not divulge to you how it occurred, nor did you divulge your case to him. But he knows better than to ask, for the answers lie before him.

It is evident because the arms you craved were never his, the touch you craved was never his, the love you craved was never his, the kisses you craved were never his, the intimacy you craved was never his— but that of somebody else; a lover long deceased.

It is evident in the transparent clarity of your eyes, that deep wound of unforeseen deception. Perhaps, you prefer to keep to yourself and never fully open up to him—to heal, you fixate on that wound and prevent another from occurring.

( such wounds to the heart will probably never heal, but we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. )

You did not entail him as a remedy to cure—your remedy is within, deep inside your core, where you decipher the issue by yourself, where you decipher who you are. His presence near you is merely adequate; a shoulder to lie on. And whilst you strive to live, heal, and grow, he desires to wither, and never grasp the sun.

( one March afternoon, Blade finds you settled at the dining table.

‘Sit,’ you tell him. ‘I’ll peel you some oranges.’

He hums and pulls a chair for himself.

The kitchen is fairly small—before him is the entrance, permitting a view towards the foyer and living room. Along the left side, a refrigerator with diverse coloured notes stuck to it, a stove, and a sink line up the vinyl counter. Right where the sink is positioned, the sun rays emerge through the drawn curtains of the windowpane. Cabinets hovered above, extending along the walls. The cabinets below, confined cooking supplies, whilst the ones above were full of ingredients such as flour, sugar, rice, and others.

I’ve got on my mind that I am too scared to speak.

A pleasant warmth adorns this awkwardness. Blade observes as you gingerly peel an orange and its pith; a simple act of love. He averts his gaze towards a jar before you, with Zelkova leaves inside.

‘what’s that?’ he enquires.

‘a firefly,’ you reply. ‘I caught it wandering last night, at the front yard.’

Blade draws the jar over. At the bottom of the jar, there is a firefly, it attempts to crawl up the glass, and falls over, flexing its minuscule feet.

It’s been a while since last he glimpsed a firefly. )

The firefly’s radiance is hazier and much fainter than he recalls, no longer crisp. Perhaps, the issue was not with the firefly, but with his recollection— perhaps, fireflies never radiated that vividly as in his imagination, perhaps, his surroundings were opaque, perhaps, the elapsing of time affected his recollection.

Gazing at the firefly provides him with a bitter aftertaste, a perplexing sensation that boils beneath his skin. And albeit he seals his eyes, the afterglow of it lingers. It plagues him.

He does not divulge it to you; you could never perceive it his way.

Blade’s life is merely a firefly—a departed soul that leaves him in a ceaseless sequence of melancholy. And he stands, gazing at the person who he once was, who died along the reminiscences of the High Cloud Quintet, a Sword Champion master who endowed him with the secrets of her teachings before succumbing to Mara, an ace pilot who shattered the defences of the Denizens of Abundance, a High Elder he has aided in the cause of his anguish, and a general who remains as the sole reminiscence. It gradually crumbles in the flames of his forge, slipping through his fingers, gone with the wind.

( it all fleets akin to a firefly, a dazzling, hazy flicker before his eyes. )

Everything is strange. Akin to repetitive discord scorching his confines, it fabricates a hollow and the devoid sensation within remains.

The memories ground to a halt right there. Recovering from the past, peeling oranges, the firefly in the jar. He attempts to recall what occurred after. Blade rests his head in his hands, burrowing into layers of a garden of recollections. Somewhere in a downcast realm, surrounded by darkness and forgotten vows and dreams.

He visualizes his final night with you; you crammed under his arm, slumbering, his fingers unravelling the knots in your hair, picturing colourful strings hanging from the ceiling, somewhere, in a far room per usual, but with this consoling warmth that adorned this hush.

( at first, picturing these strings was quite confusing, all he knew was that there was a room and there were strings. What is that? He could never reach an answer with complete conviction. And now, he became accustomed to it. )

Though it all appears too surreal, akin to some allegory.

( close your eyes; things become vivid. )

All sorts of sounds and voices blend like smoke enveloping the place. Blade glances around, at the two girls bent over the table, drinking orange juice, at the sparrows that chirp and fly above, at the few deserted tennis courts, at the zelkova trees, with a glimpse of the ocean through the ocean, at the waves that rippled along the May breeze.

The scene is quite familiar, as if he had seen it, many years before.

( … but it is an illusion. It is vivid enough; an intense sense of real. Time feels stagnant. )

( ‘Wake me up from this dream.’

‘I feel like that's what you said last night.’ )

jemvia, 2024. do not copy, share, repost, or re-upload my work on any website without prior consent.

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[dakotalun]

"Oops" | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

summary: Part 2--Reader now confronts Eddie about his text last week. Feelings are spilled and sheets are ruined.

warnings: oral (f. receiving), praise kink, pet names (good girl, baby, sweetheart, sweets, honey), dom!eddie, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation (brat, slut, whore, cockslut), squirting, aftercare

word count: 3.8k

a/n: This is part 2 to "Oops", which we now get into the real reason you all are here.

Part 1

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

He had to lie about talking to Callie from chem but it was better than the truth. He knew then that you didn’t feel the same way as him, and it hurt him. He meant to delete the photo after you ended the call but his mind was too clouded so he took a walk and forgot about it later on. If only he knew what you did that night looking at said photo.

“The truth?” Eddie didn’t know why there was this sudden burst of courage rushing through him, maybe it was the beers, or the weed or maybe it was just the fact that he needed to tell you how he felt, no matter what your answer was.

You nod your head at his question, turning to get a good look at him. His eyes were shut as he leaned against the wall, his neck stretched enough to show his adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly.

“Yes.” You’re confused for a second, yes he didn’t know or yes he did know? “I knew it was you, I mean.” 

Oh. Oh, OH! Your brain scrambles thinking back to the picture and the text, ‘Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you’. That’s what the text said, so did that mean it was you he was jerking off to?

“So the text…”

“Was about you. Yeah.” His shoulders rise a little before falling, like a weight had literally been lifted off his shoulders. His eyes are still closed, scared that if he opens them he’ll be met with a grin on your face before you laugh at him.

“Eddie,” You say softly, moving to sit up on your knees. He doesn’t open his eyes or move his head, “Eds. Look at me.”

You scooch forward, sitting next to him, your thigh touching his own. His eyes crack open at the touch, his gaze locked at the ceiling still.

You reach your hand up and cup his cheek, guiding his face to look at yours. His eyes are glossy, like he’s trying not to cry. You give him a soft smile, your own eyes begin to well up with tears. 

“I need you to listen to me, got it?” You wait for him to nod before continuing, “I love you Eddie. Both as a friend and more. I didn’t realize how much I loved you until you sent that photo, that wonderful, hot, sexy photo,” He tries to move his head away but you pull it back to you, “That photo that I ended up looking at as I made myself cum that night.” That caught his attention. He opened his mouth to say something but you were quick to stop him, resuming your speech.

“Eddie, why didn’t you just tell me you liked me? I wouldn't laugh at you or anything, if anything I’d probably realize I did too. I just don’t understand why you had to do that to tell me. Not that I didn’t love it, I did. Just, I need you to say it.”

He looks at you for a second more, making sure you’re done talking before speaking himself.

“Sweetheart,” His hand reaches up to hold your own, the one on his cheek, “If I’m being completely, 100% transparent with you. I didn’t think I was worth your time. You are way out of my league and the fact that you chose to stick by me all these years just made it even harder not to fall for you. But you,” He squeezes your hand, “You are the one I want to be with. Always have been, always will be. I don’t want anyone else. I love you so damn much baby.”

The new pet name made a smile creep onto your face, the tears finally breaking the barrier and spilling down your face. 

This man, your best friend, the one you didn’t know you loved as much as you truly did until a week ago, loves you back. You’re so happy that he loves you back that you can’t even stop yourself before you launch forward and pull him in for a kiss. It’s soft, your soft lips meeting his chapped ones, a perfect pairing.

You pull away after a few seconds, needing to breathe. Your foreheads are touching as you stare at each other, love and lust filling your eyes.

“Can I kiss you again?” You nod and Eddie leans in for another kiss. This one being harder than the other, more passion and lust thrown in. Eddie’s tongue brushes over your bottom lip, wishing for access that you give without a second thought.

You moan at the feeling of his tongue meeting yours, the taste of weed, beer and pizza still lingering. Eddie’s hand moves from its place over yours and to your waist, being met quickly with his other. He holds you tightly, afraid that if he didn’t you’d slip away from his grasp. You move your leg over his going to straddle his thighs. He helps you situate yourself on top of his lap, lips never once disconnecting.

The new position lets you feel just how hard he is under his sweats, the boner that you’ve only ever seen through a screen under only a few layers of clothing. You start to grind your hips on him, making him groan into your mouth at the friction. His hands move down to your hips, helping your movements, while yours tangle themselves in his hair, feeling just how soft it really is.

You grab a handful of it at the base of his neck, pulling lightly as you continue making out and grinding on him. On one particularly rough thrust, his sweats hit that perfect spot on your clit making you moan into his mouth and pull his hair hard. He lets out a deep groan at the feeling, which makes you smile into the kisses, now knowing a little secret about him.

“Shit baby,” Eddie breathlessly says as he pulls away from you, “Need to taste you. Please.”

The words go straight to your core, making the wet patch between your thighs grow.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“I want- I need to. Been dreaming of this forever,” He pulls further from your face, gauging your reaction, “Will you let me take care of you?”

You nod your head, “Words baby. I need words.”

“Yes, please Eddie.” The words come out more whiny than you’d wanted but you could care less at this point, all you can think about is him between your thighs.

Eddie flips the both of you over, laying you down so your head is on his pillows. He goes back to kissing you, leaving kisses all over. Your lips, your cheeks, your forehead, before roaming further down, to your neck, sucking little hickeys wherever he goes.

You just lay there relishing in the feeling of his mouth on you, your hands still in his hair. He glides down to your collarbone, sucking another hickey there. His hands are sliding all over your body, up your thighs, gripping your hips, towards your waist, pushing the shirt you have on up, exposing more skin to him.

“Can I take this off princess?” He looks at you, his big brown eyes almost black with lust.

Without responding you sit up quickly and yank the shirt off of your body, tossing it somewhere on his floor. You lay back down, now in only your underwear in front of him. There’s something about Eddie still being fully clothed while you were there basically naked in front of him that turned you on more.

“Jesus, princess. You’re so damn pretty,” He guides his hands towards your boobs, looking at you for permission, which you give, before palming them, “These perfect goddamn tits.” 

He leans down and starts sucking on one, kissing it softly at first before taking the nipple into his mouth, nipping it lightly. The other is being rolled between his fingers, pulling delicious moans and whimpers from you. He removes his mouth from one with a pop before giving the other the same treatment.

You try to buck your hips up into him, needing some type of friction, but his weight stops any possible movements. You can feel his bulge against your thigh and it’s driving you crazy not being able to see it, and have it inside you. Eddie bites a little harder causing you to scream out in pleasure/pain.

“That’s it baby. Let me hear you, I want every little moan and whimper,” He’s smiling at you as he goes back to trailing kisses down your body. He stops just at the waistline of your panties, slipping one finger through, pulling it back just to release and snap it against you.

You moan out, the slight sting feeling good. Your eyes followed him as he continued down, kissing your hips, and thighs. The teasing is driving you crazy but it feels so good at the same time, you love the feeling of Eddie’s lips on you. Eddie reaches your knee, planting a light kiss there before pulling away from you completely.

“You sure about this? We can stop now if you want,” His words seemingly far away in your ears.

You look at him and shake your head, his hair is disheveled from your fingers raking through it, his eyes blown wide at the sight of you, his sweats are tented containing the thing you want most right now. You sit up, crossing your legs beneath you as you reach for the hem of his shirt.

You tug at it until he gets the hint and pulls it over his head, tossing it down next to yours. Your eyes roam over his chest, eyeing the dark tattoos that contrast with his fair skin. You let your fingers wander over them, tracing the outlines and shapes etched into the skin forever. Eddie’s breathing quickens at the feeling of your fingers on him, he swears he could watch you do this all day but right now he needed to taste the girl of his dreams.

He grabs your wrists lightly, pulling them away from him much to both of your protest.

“Please, let me taste you. I wanna make you feel good,” He pleads with you for the second time that night. You stare at him above you before you look down at the ground; you’re scared now because you’ve never had someone go down on you, especially since you’ve only ever had one boyfriend who thought about himself more than you.

Your hesitation makes Eddie worried, he squats down in front of you to be in your eyeline.

“We don’t have to go any further. I’m okay with just going to bed now if that’s what you want.”

“No!” You quickly reply, “No I- I want this.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to.” His eyes are soft, caring and full of truth.

You nod your head, “I want this Eds. I’ve just-” You sigh, “I’ve never had anyone…you know, go down on me.”

Eddie’s eyes widen at your words. He knows you dated someone a few years ago, assuming that the both of you did a lot together. But knowing this only fueled his need to please you more.

“Then let me be the first. I promise it’ll be amazing, for both of us,” He grabs a hold of your hands, “I want to make you feel amazing. Will you let me?”

You look at him, the lust in your eyes turning to pure unbridled love for the man in front of you. You nod your head, “Yes, I trust you.”

A smile breaks out on Eddie’s face as he goes back to his full height. “Lay back down for me sweet girl.” You follow his instructions, resuming your previous position on his bed. Legs wide and waiting for him.

He crawls over you, kissing his way towards your mouth. He plants one on you that has you moaning and bucking your hips into him again. He smiles into the kiss, pulling away and kneeling down so he’s eye level with your dripping cunt. His hands move like feathers over your skin reaching your underwear and slowly peeling them off of you.

His eyes never leave yours, making sure you’re comfortable as he pulls them off of you and throws them behind himself. Once he knows you’re safe and good he kisses up your thighs, towards your core.

You whine under him, he’s going too slow. You need his mouth on you and now. Eddie finally places the gentlest of kisses to your clit, pulling a squeal out of you before you buck your hips up in return. He smiles and goes in, licking and sucking the little bud until you’re a writhing mess under him.

Then he moves his tongue down, circling your hole a few times before slowly inserting it. He groans at the feeling of you pulsing around him, his hips rutting against the bed as he enjoys this just as much if not more than you.

The feeling of him inside of you, even if it is just his tongue is amazing and you can’t wait for more. Once Eddie thinks you are warmed up enough he glides his hand up to meet his mouth, replacing his tongue with one finger. The stretch it gives you is so new and pleasurable, once you get past the slight pain of it all.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Taking my finger so well, think you can take another one? Hmm?” Eddie looks back up at you wanting to see you fall apart for him. You nod frantically and mewl at his question, falling deep into the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Aw look at you, already so cock drunk and I’ve not even given it to you yet. You gonna be a good girl for me and take another finger so I can stretch you out for this cock?”

“Yes, please. Ed-” Once the word leaves your mouth another finger enters you, the pain shooting through you before being taken over by blinding pleasure.

Eddie pumps his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace, not wanting to hurt you, yet. But all you want is to cum, to feel yourself fall apart at his doing. The feeling of your core tightening signals both you and Eddie of what’s about to happen.

Eddie then attaches his lips to your clit again, sending you over the edge, cumming all over his fingers and face. He pumps his fingers until he feels you loosen around him then takes them out.

“God you taste so damn good sweetheart,” He crawls back on top of you, face to face before guiding his fingers that were inside of you to your mouth, “Taste yourself baby.”

You oblige and open your mouth, sucking his fingers clean of your juices. He groans at the sight, the way your eyes roll back and you moan around his fingers. He pulls them out because if he didn’t he was sure he’d cum just watching you like that.

Eddie goes to take off his sweats but you stop him, “I wanna make you feel good too Eds.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide, he’s thought of your pretty little lips around him so much and you offering it right now is like heaven but he knows that the moment your mouth touches him he won’t be able to hold back. “Sweets, you have no idea how much I want to watch that but right now I need to be inside of you. I’ve waited long enough, you can suck me off another time, promise.”

He kisses you then pulls his sweats down along with his underwear. His cock springs free, red and leaking precum just like the photo. You can’t stop yourself once you see it, you reach out and take it into your hands, stroking it slowly, softly, taking your time to relish in the feeling of your hand around him.

Eddie seems to be doing the same thing, moans and groans falling from his lips until his hand grips your wrist to stop your movements, “Gotta stop baby, or else I’ll bust right now.” He laughs a little before leaning down to give you a small peck on the lips.

He lifts himself up onto his hands and reaches for his bedside table, opening the top drawer and pulling out the small, aluminum square. He rips it open with his teeth before sliding the latex over his hard on, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your entrance.

He looks up at you, eyes locking, “You sure about this? We can still stop.” He’s so sweet and kind it makes your heart ache. You place your hand on his cheek, he leans into the touch.

“Please Eddie. I’ve never wanted anything more.” You give him a kiss, filled with love and lust and passion. With that he slowly pushes in, just the tip to get you used to the girth of him.

Your head falls back onto his pillows, one hand moving to grip his hair the other his back. He pushes in a little more, inch by inch until he is finally all the way in. The groan he releases when he feels you clench around him, getting used to his size, is like music to your ears. A song that you could listen to on repeat for hours on end.

“Need you- need you to move Ed, please.”

“Gimme a sec baby, wanna make this last.”

A few seconds later he pulls out only an inch or two before going back into the hilt. The feeling of him moving sends shivers down your spine, loving every moment of it. He gains more confidence and pulls out all the way to the tip before slamming back into you. The way your tits move from the force makes Eddie’s mind go blank.

Eddie’s pace is slow and rhythmic, just trying to let you adjust to him, but you need more.

“Faster Eddie. Faster.” It falls out of you as a moan, barely audible to yourself but he hears it and grants your wish picking up the pace. Your moans grow louder as his pace speeds, you start mumbling incoherent things.

“Good girl, take this cock like the little slut you are. Bet you love it when I call you my little slut huh?” You squeeze around him at his words, “Oh I felt that baby. You like it when I degrade you don’t you my little whore, hmm? Gonna always be the little cockslut that I know you are. Falling apart with me inside of you.” 

You’re not even trying to hold anything back at this point, the feelings being too good to try to stop, “God Eddie you feel so good. You’re so big, dammit!” He hits that sweet spot inside of you that has your eyes rolled back and mouth wide open but nothing coming out.

“Oh, is that the spot honey? That the spot that makes you feel good?” He moves against you to hit that spot over and over again. Your brain goes numb, not registering anything that’s happening around you, too shrouded in pleasure to care.

Eddie’s talking to you but you can’t hear what he’s saying. Next thing you know he’s circling your clit with his fingers again, pulling a particularly loud whine out of you.

“Ed, I’m gonna- Shit! Feel like I’m gonna pee, gotta stop.”

“Oh but sweetheart that’s what I want you to do, wanna see you cum and squirt all over this cock of yours. Come on cum for me baby girl. I know you got one more in you.”

His words ring in your ears, but they sound so far away. The feeling of his hand gripping your hip and the fingers on your clit and the dick inside of you all becoming too much and you just let go. There’s a gushing sound as Eddie pounds into you faster and harder, now chasing his own orgasm. It rips through him just as hard as yours did you, his white sperm spilling into the condom. A small part of you wishes it wasn’t there, to feel his seed inside of you, maybe even have it stay there until you get pregnant.

Eddie collapses on top of you, breath hot and heavy against your neck. He’s planting small kisses along your shoulder and collarbone, waiting out the wave of pleasure that just overtook the both of you. Sooner than you’d like he’s getting up and pulling out of you, making you whine at the loss of him.

He exits the room for a short amount of time, returning to you in the same position. He starts to wipe you clean with a warm towel, being careful of your sensitive clit before pulling your shirt and underwear back on you. He puts his own clothes on, neglecting his shirt this time around. He goes to the side of you, picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the living room to lay you down on the couch.

He returns to his room to change his sheets and lay a towel down to soak up what seeped through. Once his sheets are changed he goes back to get you and places you back in his bed, pulling the covers up over you. He gets you a glass of water for when you regain consciousness and some pain killers he knows you’ll probably need.

Eddie gets in beside you, pulling you close, rubbing your arm as you breathe softly into him. A few minutes pass before you start to open your eyes. He looks down at you, brushing some hair away from your face.

“Hey there you are. How’s my girl doin’?” That smile you love so much is spread across his face.

“Mm, tired. Sore. And very happy.”

“I got you some water and painkillers,” He reaches over and grabs them from his bedside table, “Take these and drink this.”

You sit up a little and do as he says, drinking all of the water in the cup before resuming your position curled up at Eddie’s side.

“So how was it?” A smirk on his face.

“Eh, it was okay I guess. I’ve had better.” Eddie scoffs and hits your arm lightly, which just makes you giggle.

“Damn guess I gotta kill you now. Can’t have you going around telling people I’m only okay in bed,” He retorts back.

You look up at him, “And who else do you think you’ll be sleeping with? Cause if it’s not only me then I’ll keep my promise of castrating you.”

“Oh so you want to do it again, even after it was just okay?” You slap him in the chest.

“I’d do it a million more times if it feels that good after every one,” You say before giving him a kiss, “Will you be my boyfriend?”

“Already am sweetheart,” You give a quizzical look, “Since the day I met you I was yours. Always will be.”

You smile at his words, planting another kiss on his lips, “And I’ll always be yours.”

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[lovedazai]

REUNITING AFTER MEURSAULT

ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor + f!reader, desc. of blood & injuries, a little suggestive in chuuya’s part, au where fyodor survives wins in his part, s5 e61 & manga spoilers

DAZAI can’t believe he’s finally back home. your living room has never felt so cozy, with all the little pieces of your daily routine scattered around him. the same couch that he once complained was too small for his lanky legs feels heaven sent beneath him. his splinted leg is straightened in front of him, the other bent over the side of the cushions lazily.

he despised his tiny cell in meursault, with its transparent walls and bland food. it was impossible to sleep without you, waking up every hour and reaching over to empty, cold sheets. he only found solace in the messages ango left him ensuring your safety, and he left him secret codes to deliver to you in return.

it was like torture not being able to see you, not being able to touch you. he didn’t even feel the ache in his injured leg when you jumped into his arms when he first arrived home, holding you tighter than ever before. he never wanted to let you go again, but you slipped out of his grasp despite his whines, insisting on making him something homemade to eat after he snuck one last kiss.

even two rooms apart, his eyes never leave you. they trail down the curve of your spine, tracing the slope of your hips and the way they melt into the soft skin of your thighs. he’d yearned for the feeling of your skin beneath his hands every single day he was gone, and all he wants to do now is slide them around your waist. they’d fit perfectly there, like they always do; you were made for him, he swears it.

he thinks you look angelic when you turn towards him, with your pretty face enveloped by wisps of steam from the pan in front of you. a smile curls up on his lips instinctively when your gaze finds his, and he sits up.

“osamu,” you point your wooden spoon at him, spotted with miso and slices of green onion. he freezes, eyes big and blinking. “don’t move. you know you need to rest your leg.”

the cushions sink beneath him as he throws himself backward, a whine slipping through his pouted lips. “but i miss you, bella! i need your love to recover!”

he hears the click of the stove turning off and the soft clatter of you spooning his food out of the pan first, then the quiet steps of your socked feet approaching him. the bowl is hot against his hands when you hand it to him, full of warm, fluffy rice and fried vegetables.

your thigh presses against his as you sit on the edge of the couch. he’s blowing away the steam when you brush his bangs back, and he turns to you curiously. your thumb traces the spot chuuya’s bullet struck him, leaving behind a dull bump and a patch of discolored skin. you lean forward, delicately pressing your lips to the small bruise.

even after all this time, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to how gently you treat him, or the sheer amount of love he can feel through your every action. his palms are warm from the bowl when he cups your cheeks, pouring every part of himself he can into a kiss. you let him tilt your jaw and part your lips with his own, exhaling shakily through your nose.

you bury your head in his neck to ground yourself, breathing in the scent of him; not the smell of stale prison air and blood, but the mix of his body wash, the shampoo he stole from you, and his fresh, sterile bandages. he lets you hold him, even as his food cools against his lap.

“did you know?” you whisper, and he hums against you. “that you’d be come back?”

“no,” you can feel his bittersweet smile against your temple as he presses a kiss there. “not completely. but you trusted me, right?”

“always,” he feels the vibration of the world against his chest. “you just scare me sometimes. i need you, osamu. i can’t do this without you.”

“you won’t ever have to,” he squeezes you tighter against himself, eyes closing as he presses his nose into your hair. “just keep your trust in me. please.”

CHUUYA hated being away from you during the best of times. even a crowded sidewalk is enough for a gloved hand to stay pressed against your lower back, keeping you at his side.

the only place he can be completely certain you’ll be safe is with him on a regular day, and it heightens tenfold when half of his subordinates have turned into vampires. when mori calls him, telling him he’d have to fly out to europe, he stalls by the door to cup your cheeks, looking directly into your eyes.

“promise me something,” he whispers. “don’t open the door. don’t leave. just stay here, and if something goes wrong, you call ane-san. got it?”

“only if you promise to come back to me,” you whisper back. “or i’ll go over there and get you myself.”

he leaves with a desperate squeeze to your waist and a firm kiss goodbye, his promise pressed against your lips. he keeps it faithfully, welcomed home by you rushing into his arms as soon as he opens the door hours later, crying into his chest with a mumbled sob of his name.

“what’s wrong?” he pulls your face up to look at his. even with the smirk curled on his lips, you can see the relief in his eyes that he’s home, with you in his reach. “you didn’t think me and that shitty mackerel would lose, did you?”

“never,” you sniffle. you brush your fingertips through his bangs, holding his face between your palms. he doesn’t mind that your nose is running a little bit when you kiss him. the cool leather from his gloves sinks into your warming skin as he cups the base of your skull, his thumb tracing along the soft cartilage of your ear.

“god, chuuya,” he smells like smoke and metal when you pull back, and you can only imagine what he’s gone through the past few hours. “i was so scared you’d get caught.”

“you know i’m not going anywhere,” he mumbles, thumb stilling against the pulse point of the side of your neck. “no one can take me away from my best girl.”

you tilt your head, tracing the corner of his lips with your fingertip, a small, teasing smile growing on your own. “you kept these on?”

he frowns, tongue poking at the fangs stuck to his teeth. “i can’t get them off. boss used fuckin’ super glue.”

“don’t,” you thread your hand through the long pieces of hair, twirling them through your fingers and pulling them over his shoulder. “you look sexy like this.”

“i do?” he leans closer, until his nose brushes yours, and squeezes your hips, fingertips spreading towards your rear. “what else?”

“we’re going to open the good wineー” you grin, draping your arms around his shoulders.

“my good wine.”

“our good wine,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “because i want to forget this whole shitshow ever happened and show my new vampire boyfriend how hot he is after he saved the world.”

“it was no big deal,” he grumbles, cheeks dusted pink as he looks down at your feet, stroking your hips in small circles. “but if you want to celebrate, then i guess we can.”

you cup his cheeks, peppering kisses all over his face. one to the bridge of his nose, another to the straight edge of his eyebrows, then another on the dip of his cupid’s bow.

“alright, alright,” he cups your jaw, pulling you back to his lips for a proper kiss. “c’mon. show me how much you really missed me.”

when FYODOR reaches to open the hideout door, he uses his right hand out of habit.

he looks at it with disdain as it throbs painfully against the ill-fitting bandages, white cotton heavy with blood and in need of a change. he wasn’t used to pain like this, and he swears he’ll never let himself come to physical harm again. he can’t afford to be so careless.

his eyes fall back to the door. you’re waiting for him behind it, aren’t you? he’d taken every precaution he could think of when he left you. it wasn’t like him to overcompensate, but you seemed to be the exception for everything.

he’d flown through the night to get back to you, and when he twists the doorknob open, he’s met with sunlight from the open blinds. he feels something he can’t explain settle in his stomach at the sight of you, safe and sound, curled in a blanket on the couch, one of his books on your lap. he thought you would’ve loved the starry sky outside of meursault, beautiful and unpolluted, but something about you in the glow of golden hour, coating the room in honey, felt more appropriate for someone as sweet as you.

“fedya?” your voice is still soft with sleepiness, lips trembling around the sweet nickname.

he smiles, but it drops as his vision swims and the room tilts as you dash off the couch and lunge at him. he steadies his wobbly legs as you wrap yourself completely around his lithe torso, his body weakened from blood loss and pure exhaustion.

“hello, my dear,” he kisses the top of your head, inhaling deeply. you smell so much sweeter than the stale air of meursault’s basement, and he catches the lingering scent of black tea in the air. he pets your head with his good hand, letting you bury your face into his chest, even if he wishes you wouldn’t. he didn’t want you to dirty your pretty face on his prison uniform, still damp from dazai’s trick.

when you pull away, your eyes are glassy, drawn to the saturated bandages and their stark contrast against his pale skin.

“oh my god,” he narrows his eyes at your language as you grab his wrist. “fedya, your hand…”

you push him down firmly to take a seat on the couch. closer to his height, you cup his cheeks, looking at him like you can’t believe he’s truly there. you kiss his forehead, lips lingering before you mumble a quiet “i’ll be right back.”

when you return, it’s with a first aid kit and another cup of tea. your eyes water as you unwrap the messy bandages from his hand, taking in the sight of his bloody, marred skin.

“you can’t afford to lose this much blood,” you whisper.

“it’d be ideal if i didn’t lose any blood at all. wouldn’t you agree?” he smiles, but you don’t reciprocate. this close, you look more exhausted than anything else, and he frowns that he didn’t notice sooner; you were worried sick about him, weren’t you?

“what if you died?” you ask, voice breaking around the words.

he cups your cheek with his good hand, thumb brushing beneath your tired eyes. he frowns at the thought of you losing sleep over his return without him being there to soothe you. he can tell you’ve been restless, with the mess of his books scattered around the room, the papers on his desk clearly reorganized and studied over in his absence.

“that’d never happen,” he presses his thumb firmer into your cheek, raising your gaze to meet his. “not yet. i still have to be here for you.”

you re-wrap his hand gently, more gently than anyone else has ever dared to touch him. your fingers are tender as they graze his skin, cotton and ointment cooling against his burns. you tighten it securely, finishing with a press of your lips against the bandages before you cradle it gently in your lap.

his eyes grow heavy, and before he realizes it, he’s falling forward, head landing on your shoulder. he scolds himself again, but it’s different this time. he’s safe here. your lips brush his temple, hands rubbing on his shoulder as you lean back, taking him with you.

“you can rest now,” your voice is soft, and he hadn’t realized how much he missed hearing it. you press a kiss to the crown of his head, exhaling deeply as your lips linger. he feels the kind of warmth you can only get from laying next to another body. your hand trails up the relaxed curve of his shoulder blades until your fingers thread through his hair. “you’re home, fedya.”

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JUNGWON’S WAIST IS DRIVING ME INSANE PLEAS EPLEASE PLEASE CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHJNG ABOUT IT IM GONNA COLLAPSE HOLY SHIT

IM GONNA DIE

i saw it too i almost s/creamed 😻

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・:〃 ➜ pairing: jungwon x reader

➜ includes: blowjob, quickie, heeseung cameo

You were on set with him and saw the stylists giving it to him for the shoot. At first you thought it was a normal black shirt, but after he came out of the fitting room, it was something else completely. It was completely translucent. You could see his entire chest, his stomach and his physique under the shirt.

You were shocked to say the least, the stylists never tried this ‘revealing’ style on Jungwon before, and it was definitely a first for him too. The other members who saw also made comments like, “Woahh Jungwonie’s all grown up~”

After the shoot, you two were in an unoccupied room together organising some things. Out of nowhere, he decided to show some affection by giving you a back hug. You could feel his body pressing up against you, it felt like he wasn’t wearing a shirt at all. You spun around and gave him a kiss on his lips, placing your hands on his chest. The shirt was so thin, you could feel his nipples through it. After breaking the kiss, you gave him another kiss, but with more intensity so he started making out with you as a response.

As you pushed your bodies up against one another in the kiss, something hardened in Jungwon’s pants that you couldn’t ignore. He looked around, then back at you, “Do you wanna do it here? The others are busy eating their dinner..” You quickly nodded, pushing his body forwards, making him walk backwards slowly and ending up with his back on the all.

You bent down to unzip and take off his pants, making them drop to his ankles. Pulling his underwear down, his dick sprung up, slapping his abdomen which was covered by the transparent shirt. “You look so hot in this shirt, I can see everything underneath…” His tip was red and leaking with precum, waiting to be touched. Without talking any further, you started pleasuring him by licking the tip as a tease, while looking up at him. You could see that he looked at you in anticipation, wanting you to take it further, “Hurry up.. I can’t wait any longer.”

You attached your lips onto Jungwon’s dick and swirled your tongue around it. He held onto you and groaned as you used both your hands and mouth to pleasure him. Skillfully, you sucked his tip while rubbing the shaft, which made him moan even louder. It was obvious he wasn’t going to last long, judging by the way he shut his eyes and threw his head back. “Fuckk.. Love the way you suck it…” he mumbled, trying to his volume down as much as possible.

It wasn’t too long until Jungwon’s legs started to twitch, a sign that he was close to cumming. You saw this and immediately started rubbing harder and faster, making him moan loudly, louder than he usually did. You told him, “You need to keep quiet honey, the others are going to hear..” before putting your whole mouth onto his dick and deepthroating him. He tried to keep it down by covering his mouth with his hand. The room was filled with slurping and choking sounds as well as Jungwon’s sweet muffled moans. “Ah.. I’m going to cum!” Jungwon let out a loud whine as he released his load into your mouth. It came in multiple spurts, coating the walls of your mouth with his cum. You swallowed it, then stood up to give Jungwon one more kiss on the lips, making him moan into the kiss.

A few knocks on the door interrupted you and Jungwon, making both of your heads turn to the door. “Jungwon-ah, are you done? We need to film the ending scene..” It was Heeseung. Fortunately, the door was locked, so he couldn’t come in. This made the two of you scramble to clean up and organise yourselves, “I’m coming Hyung!” Jungwon replied back. You wondered if Heeseung had heard anything from the room.

Jungwon’s face was red as he left the room, making Heeseung question him as they walked towards the set, “What took you so long?” “Oh, N-Nothing, I was just carried away spending time with my girlfriend..” Heeseung chuckled, patting Jungwon on the back.

“Those rooms aren’t soundproof you know…”

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CAN U DO KAISER, NESS AND KIYORA FOR THE 'Asking them to hold your hand during your first time'?!?!!!?? IK KIYORA'S PART MAY BE CHALLENGING(u don't have to do him if you want ofc)) BUT YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD LIKE.. I LOVE IT 🗣️🗣️‼️

SDFHSDFSFD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SWEET WORDS 🙈🙈🙈 I'm so honoured you like my writing, I hope you enjoy this!

Asking “Can you… Can you hold my hand?” during your first time together, part 6;

NSFW

Includes; Kaiser, Ness, Kiyora

Part 1 (Isagi, Hiori, Bachira) and part 2 (Barou, Shidou, Karasu) and part 3 (Reo, Chigiri, Nagi) and part 4 (Rin, Sae, Kunigami) and part 5 (Otoya, Oliver, Yukimiya)

Kaiser: he is smirking down at you, beyond smug and satisfied. Did you think you could resist him for long? Deny what you felt for him? Look at you now, after all that talk, writhing beneath him and whining so sweetly for his touch. Honestly, though, he’s in no position to be teasing you so much, the way his cock is twitching and leaking already - shit, look at what you did to him? He will never admit it to you, but he’s so sure what he feels for you is much stronger than anything you will ever feel for him. That’s just how it is, sweetheart, you render him weak with longing, don’t you see? Beyond the smugness the way he craves you so wholeheartedly? Dark siren eyes trembling slightly as his hands reach forth and claim your innocence in its entirety, his mouth robbing you of your capability to speak coherently as he fans your neck with his hot breath and wet open-mouth kisses. It’s then that you shakily breathe out such a cute little request - and there he is, chuckling against your neck. You’re too adorable. He pulls back to look at you, smirking all the while, and he can’t help but chuckle again at your flushed expression. The way your lips are quivering, you really are too adorable. What, did you think he was going to deny your adorable little request or something? Don’t worry, he’s finally getting to have you now, there’s not much he’d deny you right now. Ask him for the world and watch him condense it within the palm of his hand to slip it onto your finger. But don’t ask for mercy. He can’t give any of it when he needs you so badly. His hand intertwines with yours, and his eagerness is transparent as he leans in to kiss you, feverish, full of need for you. Almost there, he needs to feel the softness of those plush walls, feel you encage his cock in the same way you encaged his heart - the owner of this untameable emperor, aren’t you proud? You get to have him like this, ready to ruin you on his cock and give you absolutely anything and everything you desire - as long as you give yourself up to him. A fair deal, he’ll say.

Ness: You’re so beautiful. And absolutely divine. And all his - yes, his, yes. Reverently, he looks down at you, lovesick, so utterly struck by cupid, the air is thick and hot and his touch is searing. The only time he stops murmuring sweet nothings to you is when he kisses you, overflowing with passion, a well that never stops running - you’re so overwhelmed. But that doesn’t stop him as he loves on you, hushing you softly and lovingly when you whine and cry out for him, for more, deep inside you. You don’t realize what kind of an existence you are to him, his everything, his life, his heart - he’ll decide when it’s enough, when he can enter the sweet heaven of your cunt. Don’t forget it, okay? You don’t know anything, just let him take care of you, please. His mouth is obsessive as he slowly kisses down your neck to your ankle, a soft peck ending his journey of your body before he even thinks to allow his aching cock some relief through your precious cunt. Oh, so precious, all dripping and ready for him to claim you. You’re so pretty like this, all out of it for him, all whines as you cry, flushed, begging for him - he smiles. Don’t forget, he’s the only one that can fuck you this good, okay? He’s the only one that’s allowed to have you like this. Don’t forget it. Gently, he pushes your legs apart, renders you helpless as he positions himself - and then his eyes widen momentarily at your shaky words. You want him to hold your hand? Oh…? Eyes lovesick, he smiles lovingly, holding onto your hand reassuringly. You’re so cute, so naive. It’s good that you’re trusting him to have you, don’t worry. He’ll make sure no man will ever use you - to even get the opportunity to do so. So let him chain you down to him, alright? Well. Not like you had a choice at this point anyways, being so willing to let him have your body. Since he’s claiming your whole body like this, you belong to him forever, right? Right?

Kiyora: he makes a quiet vow to you with each kiss, robs you of your first time gently like a silent siren. You don’t know how much you mean to him, and he doesn’t know how to tell you. So he kisses you, again and again, tenderly at times, like freshly fallen snow, and passionately at other times, as if trying desperately to tell you ‘I love you I love you I love you.’ He pours his all into you to make up for what he can’t say in words, his touch is gentle as he cradles your cheek ever so lovingly. You let out the sweetest sounds, and he melts against your body, his breathing heavy as he nips kiss marks across your tantalising skin. He wants you so much, you have no clue. You’re so pretty, so beautiful. You don’t know, but to him you’re the prettiest girl ever. He grabs a handful of your thighs, his hands are rough but his grip is the opposite - firm but soft, oh so soft - and slowly spreads you open for him. Almost hesitant, but eager nonetheless. The feeling of your skin is addicting, and he can't help but keep being more and more greedy for you. He feels sick with how badly he wants to monopolize you, keep you all for himself. You’ll continue accepting him, won’t you? Accept all of him? You’re the only one for him, please never stop looking at him with so much love, never stop looking at him like he’s your whole world. He knows he doesn’t deserve it, but still, if you allow it, maybe still he can indulge in you, right? As long as you let him, he can get to have you like this, right? When you ask him to hold your hand, his eyes widen, swirling with emotion as he tears up slightly. “... Is that all you need?” he asks, voice quiet and hoarse and strained, as he affectionately holds your hand to the bed, and when you say yes, he simply nods silently. Adoringly and ardently, he presses kisses against your face, unstopping, unyielding. He loves you so much, you don’t know. He’ll keep you safe, he’ll make you happy, so please, don’t leave him. You’re his only sanctuary, so please, don’t leave him cold and alone. He’s begging you.

Annnnnnd that's the end for this series! Hope you guys enjoyed it just as much as I enjoyed writing these 🤭🤭🤭

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𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘

One evening, a familiar neighbour approaches you and requests a favour, even though it's late. You willingly assist him and he doesn't let you leave without generously rewarding you for your helpfulness. 

Milkman (Francis Mosses) one shot, explicit content - fanart: Yunonoai on twitter

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As you settle into your seat, you feel your eyelids growing heavy from the gentle sway. It's a quiet Sunday, with only a few souls venturing through. It seems like the majority of the neighbours have chosen to stay home and take a break today.

You found some satisfaction in your job, despite your preference for being at home on a Sunday. 

At least you're earning a paycheck for your efforts to do nothing.

Just like magic, the elevator doors glide open, as if anticipating your thoughts. You awaken, your gaze drawn to the window shielding your office. Anastacha glances in your direction, offering a brief wave and a smile before gracefully heading towards the exit.

You reciprocate the gesture, ensuring there are no witnesses nearby.

Before slipping on your headphones, you steal a quick glance at the clock on the wall, hoping to see the hand inching closer to ten, but it's barely making its way to eight.

Once again, as if following a precise rhythm, your tired eyes gently close.

Until the sound of forceful pounding against the glass abruptly jolts them awake. You find yourself on the edge of your seat, suddenly snapping upright in a state of sheer panic.

You abruptly lose track of your surroundings, momentarily transported from your peaceful bed to an unfamiliar place.

You find yourself sinking into the uncomfortable chair, feeling the strain in your back as you gaze out through the transparent barrier that separates you from the outside world. You can't help but feel a rush of surprise as you lay your eyes on the towering figure before you, his gentle smile adding a touch of warmth to the scene.

"Long shift?" He asks, his head slightly tilted. His gentle, deep brown eyes fixate on you, capturing a flicker of delight in your astonished expression.

"Francis," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. You remove the headphones from your ears and sit up straight in your chair.

As per his usual attire, he wears a pristine white shirt and sleek black trousers, complemented by a stylish black bow tie. With his trademark white hat perched atop his tousled brown silk hair, it's clear that he's having a particularly dishevelled day.

“Did I startle you?” He asks, his voice carrying a sense of innocence as he gently removes his hat from his head.

You tear your eyes away from his, only to steal a quick glance at the clock, hoping to catch any sign of time passing. You find it shocking that what seemed like an eternity actually lasted a mere half an hour. "Well, I never expected anyone to approach me," you murmur softly.

"My apologies, (y/n)," he says with a playful laugh, “but I need you to get into my apartment.” 

As you regain consciousness, a wave of disorientation washes over you. You gaze at him with a bewildered expression, desperately trying to comprehend his words. Suddenly, he utters, "My keys, (y/n). You have my keys, just like you do every day.” 

Your cheeks flush as a wave of embarrassment washes over you, all while he stares at you with a gentle smile, almost bordering on a smirk. “Sorry, it’s been a long night.” You casually reach over and take his house keys from the hook.

“I guess I’m not the only forgetful one here,” he chuckles, clutching the keys to his truck in his hand.

During your week of working here, you formed a pact with Francis. Because of his tendency to forget, he would often misplace one of his keys and ask for a spare. In order to avoid this recurring issue, you both decided to make an arrangement where his keys would be kept downstairs at your desk.

As he inches towards the glass, a sense of confusion washes over you until he finally says, “I have another favour I need you to do for me.” 

“Which is?” You ask, carefully examining his features. You trace the contours of his nose, gradually becoming absorbed in your own thoughts—lewd thoughts.

You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him as he talks.

The gaze in his almond-shaped eyes carries a captivating yet mysterious allure.

Every time he passes by, his demeanour seems gloomy, but a flicker of joy illuminates his eyes when he catches a glimpse of you. However, that happiness quickly dissipates as his smile vanishes.

You can't help but imagine the intense gaze and the heated encounter as he bends you over your desk and fucks you senseless. 

Your mind is swirling with questions like, What noise does he make? Is he loud? Would he fuck you good? Is it big?

It has to be big.

There is a mysterious presence about him that eludes comprehension, yet it holds you captivated.

“So, can I?” He asks, jolting you back to reality as you realise you've completely zoned out and missed his entire conversation.

You find yourself shaking your head in disbelief, struggling to process his words. However, your mind becomes overwhelmed with a flurry of unanswered questions. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that for me?”

“I asked if I could place a few of my milk trays in your office as I unload them from my truck? It’s far colder there than it is out here,” he asks, causing your eyes to cautiously shift between his face and the office floor, contemplating if they would even fit.

“It’s just so that I don’t have to keep going to my truck all the way to the third floor.” He includes this detail in an effort to convince.

You're still apprehensive because it's against the rules to allow residents into the office, even for a brief period of time. “I don’t think I can let you in here, Francis.” You admit, a hint of guilt creeps into your expression.

"Come on," he pleads, his head tilting and his hands clasping together in a prayer-like gesture. “Please, it will only be for a few minutes, (y/n).” 

His voice trembles and his eyes become gentle, almost melting you with their intensity.

"It's late, and this secret can stay between us," he pleads, his voice filled with desperation. “I promise I’ll reward you for being good to me, (y/n).” It’s almost as if the use of him saying your name was a kryptonite to you. 

Every atom of your being trembles as your name escapes out of his mouths, sending shivers down your spine.

“Fine,” you reluctantly concede, succumbing to his pleading stare. “Just be quick.”

In a matter of moments, he effortlessly reveals a sly grin, his expression as stoic as ever, as he casually lowers his hands by his side. "You’re the best,” he exclaims while placing his hat back on his head and stepping back outside. 

You cautiously lean back in your chair, then rise to your feet and unlock the office door. Before proceeding, you cautiously survey your surroundings, ensuring that no prying eyes are present. 

The last thing you desire is to attract unwanted attention and risk being reported for violating any regulations.

As you gently nudge the door, you lean against it, ensuring it stays ajar, eagerly anticipating Francis swift return from his truck. As time passes, you observe him effortlessly using his back to swing open the door of the building. He then pivots and starts making his way towards you.

You watch as he carefully balances two crates, one on top of the other, brimming with delicate glass milk bottles. You watch as he effortlessly carries the heavy crates into the office, his white shirt rolled up to reveal his strong forearms adorned with prominent veins.

You can't help but have your attention fixated on him, like an annoying, persistent fly.

"I only have two more to carry," he says, walking past you once more before vanishing outside.

You eagerly anticipate his return, and when he finally enters the building, he is drenched from the rain. You can't help but notice how his shirt is nearly transparent, allowing a glimpse of his skin underneath. 

As raindrops trickle down his face, they leave a trail of glistening droplets in their wake.

As he enters the office with the two crates, you quietly trail behind him, allowing the door to gently shut behind you. You watch as he carefully places the crates on top of each other, his gaze sweeping across the office before he straightens up.

You watch as Francis takes off his hat, his face filled with a sense of relief. I can help you carry these up to your apartment, however, in order to do so, I'll need the key to the truck," you mention, extending your hand towards him.

You find yourself captivated by his stare as he gently places the keys in your open hand. As you casually swap the truck key for the flat key, his gaze remains fixated on you.

As you turn around to face him, you find yourself taken aback as you come face to face with him, your eyes widening in surprise at his close proximity.

His towering presence looms above you, his hand poised near the switch that will lower the shutter. You find yourself struggling to control your breathing, as if your breath has been captured by an unseen force.

“Did you think I forgot about your reward?” His voice says, sending shivers down your spine while also captivating your senses.

Without uttering a single sound, he proceeds to push the switch, causing the shutters to gradually descend, leaving only you and him in the office.

"I didn't think you were serious," you mutter, struggling to articulate your thoughts.

As he takes the keys from your grasp, his touch is tender as he delicately cradles your chin with his other hand. You find yourself instinctively retreating as he moves closer, your back pressing against the edge of your desk. “Good girls deserve to be rewarded, (y/n).”

“And you’re a good girl for helping me, aren’t you, (y/n)?” He asks, gently caressing your lips with his thumb.

You fix your eyes on him, a gaze brimming with intense desire. You find yourself completely immobilised and unable to utter a single word, ensnared in a captivating spell cast by his presence.

You want him to tear your clothes off and fuck you savagely as if you were animals.

In the blink of an eye, his tender caress transforms into something forceful. You watch as his hand swiftly clamps around your jaw, his eyes filled with intensity. "Say it," he demands, his voice filled with authority. 

In any other circumstance, fear might consume you, but instead, a surge of pleasure courses through your body, intensifying the throbbing sensation between your legs.

You swallow nervously before quietly admitting, "I am."

"Good," he murmurs, loosening his hold on your jaw as he draws you closer to him. Out of nowhere, he surprises you by gently placing his lips against yours, leaving you completely stunned.

You feel the warmth of his body as your hands instinctively glide up his neck, drawn to his touch. You can't help but be drawn to his kisses, even though they're sloppy. 

They are filled with a raw and intense passion that ignites something deep within you. You feel a gentle bite on your bottom lip, and a soft moan emerges from your throat as he takes the chance to slide his tongue through.

You can sense the heat coursing through your veins, which is matched only by the rapid thumping of your heart.

As he shifts back, a brief strand of saliva lingers between you both, only to be swiftly followed by another passionate kiss. You find yourself captivated by the gentle gaze in his eyes as he slowly moves his lips from yours to the tender skin of your neck.

You feel a soft nibble on your neck, followed by a gentle whisper in your ear, “Sit on the desk.”

You find yourself completely mesmerised by his every word, unable to resist his intriguing presence. You obediently follow the directions, concealing any signs of bewilderment. You settle yourself on the desk, feeling a slight breeze as your skirt lifts slightly.

You reach out to mend it, but he abruptly halts your movement. His hands gently lift yours away from your thighs, finding their place on either side of you.

You watch as he gracefully lowers himself to the ground, effortlessly sinking to his knees right in front of you.

You find yourself at a loss for words as you experience the sensation of his hands enveloping your thighs, gently guiding you closer to the edge of the desk.

You feel the gentle touch of his lips against the sensitive skin of your thighs, eliciting a soft gasp as you tilt your head back in response.

You feel a gentle tug on your thong, as it gracefully slides down your leg and is set aside.

You adjust your skirt higher, feeling a sudden warmth on your cheeks as you become aware of your vulnerability.

You're captivated by the intensity of his eyes, lost in the moment as he delicately positions your legs over his shoulder, drawing you nearer without disrupting the desk.

You observe him with anticipation and a heightened sense of desire as he approaches your cunt. You find yourself biting your lip, a soft whimper escaping your lips as his warm tongue playfully dances around your clit, sending waves of teasing pleasure through your body.

The tip of his tongue delicately explores and teases your pussy.

Unexpectedly, he inserts two fingers into your wet hole, eliciting a chorus of pleasure-filled sounds from your lips.

You slowly glide your hand through his soft, lustrous brown hair, then firmly grasp it as he skillfully moves his fingers in and out of you, simultaneously using his tongue to pleasure your most sensitive spot.

You are consumed by an overwhelming surge of tension, which sends waves of pleasure cascading through your entire being. "Oh fuck," you gasp, your voice filled with desire, as you tightly grip his hair.

You can feel the intensity building as his tongue quickens its pace, sending waves of tension through your body. Just as the knot of anticipation reaches its peak, he eases off, gradually slowing down.

You feel a rush of pleasure as his fingers move in and out of you, perfectly synchronised with the skillful movements of his tongue. It's as if he knows exactly how to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

As if to intensify the sensation, he adds a third finger into your dripping pussy, causing you to cry out, "Francis, please!" His tongue quickens its pace once more, heightening the pleasure even more.

You sense your proximity drawing near. You can feel the heat building up inside you, your breath quickening and your toes curling in pleasure as he expertly stimulates you with his slender fingers. "I'm getting close," You struggle to utter the three simple words, your voice trembling with emotion.

Out of nowhere, he abruptly withdraws his mouth from you, yet his fingers remain inside, delving deeper and deeper.

You're hooked by the intense stare he directs towards you, his eyes filled with a mysterious allure. A blend of your fluids and his spit moistens his mouth as he slowly smirks at you.

Author's note: part 2 is pending... ಇ

#francis mosses #thats not my neighbor #thats not my neighbour one shot #francis mosses x reader #zekepng #smut #one shot #one shot smut

[konigsblog]

༉‧₊˚. stepdad!könig thots ...

tw: stepcest, somnophillia, non-con/rape, dumbification, forced self degrading, degrading, cheating, daddy kink, college!reader...

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note: stepdad!könig drives me crazy :'3

not proofread, pls correct errors or point them out in the cmmts :) comments and reblogs are appreciated !!!

Your stepfather is a cruel, strict man. He expects the best of the best from you. You're his little princess, he hates punishing you, but god, the way his thick cock gets all hard when he see's that pretty, upset expression. Perhaps it's your tears, or perhaps it's the way he fantasies about rutting into you while you're mother is away at work.

He knows he's horrible for it, a total and complete jerk for going behind your mother's back—and yours too. When he see's you asleep on your bed, with textbooks and websites on your computer open for the exam next morning, he can't help but twitch, his breath hitching in his throat at the opportunities infront of him. “Meine Gott...” he chuckles, palming himself through his jeans before taking a step closer.

Through your baggy pjama shorts, he can see your thin, white panties. It drives him crazy, and you have to believe him when he says that it's not just fault—and if anything, it's yours for being so scandalous or promiscuous around a man like him. You're filthy, aren't you?

He slowly pulls your shorts down, taking them off of your unconscious figure. He rubs his weeping tip between your slit over your panties until they're transparent with your sweet cum. “Don't move, prinzessin.” König growls out under his breath, moving your panties to the side to slip his bulbous, wet cock into your tight hole. “Oh, you naughty girl-Hah...” he breathes out, smacking your ass painfully to your surprise.

It shocks you awake, your head stirring, dizzy and confused after waking up from a nap in this setting. König's large hand grips your hair tightly, pushing it down against your book as he begins rutting into you. Not giving you a second to adjust to his size, he begins thrusting erratically. It's painful, burning between your soft thighs at the force of his big dick into your wetness. “Ow—stop--!!” you plead, gripping your bedsheets tightly as he begins going harder, one hand on your hip and pounding into you restlessly.

“Don't try me, Puppe. You've been dreaming of this, ja? Wearing such short shorts and expecting not to be touched like this.” his hand goes underneath your body cupping and grabbing your by the pussy while his thumb runs over your clit, rubbing it in circles. “König—No!” you squirm, panicking as he rams into your cunt over and over again! To say it's not sore is a lie, and you quickly begin to feel lightheaded from the ache between your thighs.

His veiny, hard shaft rubs against your gummy walls. Veins lugging and dragging against your walls while you pulse around him uncontrollably! “Look at you—call yourself a slut, because that's all you are!” he grumbles out, smacking your ass painfully, earning him a broken sob. “I-I'm a slut...”—“For who?” König cuts you off, making you weep harder. It's the way your cunt squeezes and drools around his huge dick, in a way that only drives him crazy.

“You...” it doesn't help that you're so depraved and desperate for praise that you'll do—almost—anything for praise, especially from your stepfather. A guttural chuckle leaves his lips, smacking your ass again, causing it to ache. “That's right, a slut for your daddy. A dumb one, at that.” König makes you shudder and throb around him, repeating his words over and over again as he fucks you raw and dumb.

“A dumb whore for me.” you plead for gentleness, but you're met with a rough and painful—yet deserved—fucking. It's all your worth around your stepfather as he pumps and drives his achingly hard dick into your swollen folds like you're a fleshlight and nothing more than that. Your pussy begins spamming around him, an irresistible urge you can't help. Tears soaked the pages of the textbook infront of you, and your voice is hoarse from a screaming.

“What are you, mäuschen?” König asks as slows down his pace, broad hips meeting your ass, holding it there. “Were you listening? You're a dumb, dumb fucktoy for me to use. Say it.” when he picks up his ruthless pace, you're almost silenced. Raping you like you're worth a penny—not even that. “I'm a dumb fucktoy for you to use...” you say through exhaustion, breathless.

Your orgasm draws closer with each thrust. White, hot, and sticky release pulls you closer and closer to euphoria. That burning, rupturing feeling in your stomach pulling at your orgasm causing you to whine out. “Please, daddy, I just want to cum...” you beg, gasping when König pulls you by your hair, forcing your back to his chest and your back arched. König is hunched over, his lips beside yours as he degrades you. “Go on, work for it.”

You're so numb that you didn't even notice how he'd stopped moving. Bouncing your ass back, a mewl leaving your lips, before you bite your bottom, quivering lip. Your ass aches from his spankings, and you're too far gone to even think of what your mother would think...

Squeezing around his thick, meaty shaft as you fuck yourself back onto his wet cock. You pulse around him, your hands pulled behind your back. You stutter, shuddering as you cream around him, pussy drenched with your cum. You cry out, shaking and trembling. König pushes you down against the bed harshly, pushing you onto your side and lifting your leg up into the air. He ploughs into your raw hole over and over again while you whimper and cry.

White, hot release drips from his cock as he spurts ropes and ropes of his cum into you. Dumping a load into your walls before pulling out. He lets out a low grumble, balls coated in cum and slick. You're half passed out from the aggression forced onto you.

Left with wet cheeks, a sore cunny and your stepfather's thick cum oozing down your thighs.

#orla speaks #grgrgrgr #im so tired :( #cod konig #konig #konig x reader #konig mw2 #könig fanart #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig #könig x fem reader #call of duty #modern warefare 2 #cod modern warfare #cod #stepcest #stepcest cw #tw: stepcest #tw stepcest #tw: noncon #tw: non con #non con #tw: rape #rapekink #r@pe kink #tw: r*pe

[healmydesires]

needy ꕤ (a.s)

kinktober 2023

prompts: breeding kink + overstimulation + lingerie

pairing: modern!anakin skywalker x sub!f!reader

summary: you surprise your boyfriend with your sexy ensemble.

genre: smut + fluff , tbh pure filth sorry! (mdni! 18+ only)

word count: 6,5k (actually 6,488 but hehe)

warnings/tags: pxrn no plot sorry <3, established relationship, sub!reader and soft dom!anakin because that’s my shit, breeding kink, lingerie, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, face sitting, oral!f receiving, slight daddy kink (sorry), dirty talk, begging, praise kink, size kink, creampie, some manhandling, unprotected sex (piv), multiple positions, after care but also… multiple rounds. lots of pet names.

a/n: FINALLY I’m doing a kinktober prompt lmaooo. I’m aware of how … late I am but! I’ve always wanted to join but I never have the time to actually do each day tbh so here is my one and only “submission” for this event. I hope you enjoy <3 could be read in the same universe as you’re my medicine. which you can read here.

dividers by @saradika <3 thank uuuu for making these 🫂

ao3 • masterlist

“Ani?”

The sound of his name echoes throughout your shared apartment like a siren's song. Excitement bubbles inside you as you wait patiently for him. Sweet and mischievous to the ears, Anakin drops everything that he is doing and starts following the sound of your soft voice.

“Sweetheart?” He says, his voice laced with confusion.

Once you hear the door creaking softly you look up, revealing Anakin in the doorway. All lights are off except for some candles placed all over the bedroom, illuminating the room with a dim light. It gives off a very intimate and warm feeling. You notice Anakin’s eyes finally land on your body, his breath hitching as he takes you in.

You smile mischievously at him, your right hand holding up your head while the other hand waves flirtily at him. Anakin gulps as his eyes widen as he keeps staring at you. Sitting up slowly, sliding yourself off the bed as you make your way to him swaying your hips side to side, hypnotising him. You chuckle as you circle his body once, then stand in front of him as you flutter your eyes up at him.

“Baby,” he breathes, his eyes looking you up and down.

The lingerie you’re wearing is a pretty baby blue set with turquoise and light blue flowers embroidered onto the lace. The cups of your balconette bra are pretty transparent unless it’s for the floral details at the top to the middle of the cups, barely covering your nipples. You can see his eyes travel from your chest to your waist as he takes in the elastic band, covered with the same lace pattern, of the suspenders.

His eyes linger a bit too long as he takes in the small thing that barely hides the curves of your ass. A matching thong, the elastic band sitting just below your suspenders. Anakin’s eyes wander from your covered core to your shoulders as he notices the baby blue see through robe with lacy details hanging off your shoulders loosely.

“What’s wrong big boy, cat got your tongue?” You bite your lip as you trace a finger up and down his chest as you continue to hold his gaze.

Anakin quickly comes back to his senses as his eyes glint with mischief while a smile plays on his face. “You’re right princess, you truly left me speechless for a second.” He says as his smile turns deviously. He circles your body as you follow his movements, taking a step back before you feel his hands on your hips, as your back hits the wall. “You are so beautiful, you never fail to mesmerise me.” Anakin whispers as his lips move to your ear.

Before you can speak his lips attach themselves against your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin. You whimper as you feel him lick up a wet stripe against your neck while holding your body closer to his. Heat travels all the way between your thighs at his touch and attention. As Anakin keeps practically devouring your neck you lose yourself in his touch.

“Ani,” you whine as you feel his hands play with the elastic band of your thong. “Anakin,” You breathe, and he responds by just humming against your skin.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy baby,” he says hungrily before he tries to pull your body closer to his again, leaning down to kiss you. His mouth envelops yours as you return his kisses. A small moan slips past your lips as his hands caress your cheek, then tilting it to the side as he traces small nips across your jawline, ending just by your ear. Your hips are grinding up into his and he slowly pulls away from you.

“I need you so bad angel,” he whispers, his lips ghosting over your neck, slowly moving back below your ear. Moments later his lips press soft kisses just underneath your ear, slowly moving down the column of your neck.

“Ani,” you whimper, surrendering yourself to him. He hums against your skin, feeling his tongue licking up a stripe of your neck, eyes fluttering shut and you tremble against him as a moan escapes your lips. “I need you too.”

The moment the words leave your lips, he lifts his head, his eyes glazed over, clouded with lust as he no longer holds himself back. His lips envelop yours in a loving but lustful kiss.

Anakin’s mouth moves, slow and deep. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world. You love the feel of his lips on yours, you could kiss your man all day. So soft and yet so powerful.

You part your lips slightly to catch your breath, inhaling slowly as you taste him and only him. His tongue sweeps across your lips making you whimper. The wet muscle wraps itself against yours a moment later, hot and wet and steady as he tastes your mouth and kisses you passionately.

Your tongues slowly swirl and dance against each other as your hands try to find purchase on his arms.

“Please,” you whimper. You don’t know exactly what you’re begging him for but you need more.

You feel your core clench around nothing and the lacy material becomes even more wet as both of his hands travel from your waist to your ass, squeezing it in his hands and pushing your body closer to his. You know your panties are ruined by now. You’re so wet and turned on. Only for him, always only for him.

You both continue to kiss each other languidly as he guides you to the bed. As you both fall on the bed his hands start exploring your body, his fingertips touching every skin he can reach. You feel yourself aching, the feeling in between your legs feels almost unbearable.

Your body is squirming underneath his as you’re becoming rather impatient. He traces one of his hands down, slipping his hand underneath the band of your underwear. Slowly, he rubs your throbbing clit once he reaches your pussy.

“So fucking wet.” He groans as his fingers explore your wetness.

You gasp, his lips devouring yours, swallowing all your sounds, kissing you with everything that he has. "That feels good doesn't it, kitten?" Anakin groans and rubs your clit faster. You buck your hips and nod quietly. "Use your words sweetheart," he taunts.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimper.

“That’s my good girl,” he smirks before your eyes flutter close.

Your mouth falls open with a small whine when Anakin slides his middle finger and index finger into your entrance, the long digits easily finding your sweet spot, which he immediately begins to play with. You feel your legs spread even more open for him at the feeling of his fingers pleasuring you. His tongue slips into your mouth after another gasp falls from your lips. Your hands wander to the back of his head pulling at his strands softly making him moan into your mouth.

“You’re so gorgeous. A fucking Goddess.” Anakin groans as his hand shifts, thumb settling against your clit to work it smoothly, and he thrusts another finger inside you slowly, curling his fingers forward with every penetration until your thighs shake. “God, I want you so bad.”

“You have me, always.” You whimper as your body trembles underneath him. So overwhelmed with the arousal and emotions you’re feeling right now.

His eyes burn holes into yours, lust written all over them. When he fastens his motions inside you, you moan out again and squeeze your eyes shut. That burning intense feeling, a tight coil in your lower abdomen making your back arch beautifully.

“Open your eyes for me baby girl, look at me.”

You open your eyes slowly, looking straight into Anakin’s intense eyes. That's what it takes to make the dam break. The burning hot feeling spreads all over your body, your body tingling, your hips moving on their own against his hand.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, I’ll never get tired of watching you come undone.” He says as his fingers slow down, slipping out of you to rub your slit softly, still helping you ride out your orgasm. “Such a good girl for me.”

As you feel your consciousness finally come back to you, you feel his fingers slip away from your heat. He pulls his hand out of your panties, moving it to his lips. He holds your gaze as he licks his fingers clean. You whimper and feel your core clench around nothing as you watch him.

“You always taste so good, princess. Speaking of,” A huge smug smirk spreads across his face as his eyes glint with mischief. “I really want you to sit on my face tonight.”

“Now?” You whisper with wide eyes.

“Yes, sweet girl.” He chuckles softly, before his fingers come to hold your chin, moving your face towards his. Your lips connect in a sweet kiss. You sigh into it, your eyes sliding shut as you bury your fingers in his hair. You whine as he pulls away smiling at you with a tender look in his eyes.

“You know I love you right?” He whispers as one of his hands strokes the soft skin of your cheek. You feel yourself melt instantly as you look into his eyes and the feel of his soft touch.

“Of course, Ani. I love you too.” You bite your bottom lip softly before you lean towards him to peck his lips.

As you both pull away, he starts undressing himself unhurriedly. He is way too slow for your liking which makes you whine impatiently for him. “Patience sweetheart,” he looks down at you with a huge smirk on his face while removing his shirt.

“Come here,” he crawls a bit up to the bed and quickly reaches down to remove his sweatpants leaving him bare, throwing it off the bed. You bite your lip as you look at his thick cock. You feel your core clench again, as it already begs to be filled. Anakin gives you an intense look making you reach up towards him.

You move towards him, sitting up and slowly straddling his hips. His hands are soon on your hips, squeezing the flesh. Anakin bites his lip as he smiles, moving your body closer. You then slowly shuffle forward until your thighs are resting on either side of his head. It’s a foreign position to you, because it’s one that you haven’t tried before.

“Is this okay?” You ask nervously as you look down at him. Anakin hums and blows a bit of warm air against your inner thigh, mouth ghosting across the skin.

“This is perfect.” He reassures you.

His hands, large and powerful, yet so very gentle, trace the skin of your thighs, inching higher and higher until they rest just below the plump swell of your ass. Slowly, he pushes your thong to the side, leaving your pussy bare for him. A small whimper leaves your lips as you feel his breath on your heat. Then, Anakin looks up as a teasing smile forms on his face, moving your body the way he wants you to be.

He licks a long stripe along your slit, coaxing a loud, broken moan out of you. His hands grip your hips, keeping you in place as he laps at you gently. You writhe against his lips, whining above him. Anakin takes the advantage he has on your body as he drags you down even closer to his face. He encircles your clit and sucks, pulling whimpering pleas from your mouth.

It’s heavenly addicting, the way his tongue slips between your folds and dips into you, working you closer and closer to your release within each passing second.

Anakin heaves in a breath as he pulls you up just slightly, “I want you to ride my face, you think you can do that for me baby?” He says as his eyes glint in the candle light. His smile is so inviting and you bite your lip as you nod your head.

Without another word he eases you back down on his tongue. His mouth instantly licks you up again. The hands on your ass knead the two cheeks as he begins to rock you forward, guiding your motions until you begin to move on your own. With each gentle sway of your hips, the headboard starts to knock against the wall, the noise mixing with the little moans you make out of ecstasy.

“Ah, fuck, daddy” you whine as you grind your hips a bit faster against his lips.

You shudder as his lips wrap around your throbbing clit, sucking lightly. One of your hands that was holding the headboard, moves to tangle in his hair, tugging softly as he moans against you.

You cry out as you feel yourself get closer to your second high of the night. You squeeze your eyes shut as you pick up your pace, unable to handle the unbearable pleasure you’re experiencing as the coil in your stomach is about to snap.

You squeal as Anakin plunges his tongue inside your walls. Massaging your inner walls, driving you insane as he sucks and licks with fervour.

“Aniii, I’m close, fuck fuck fuuuuck” You stutter out a loud cry as you throw your head back.

He increases his pace, tongue thrusting up inside you. Your body temperature is rising as you circle your hips faster.

“Please, fuck, Ani please, I’m close…”

His tongue slides out of your hole, attaching his lips around your throbbing nub. With one harsh suck on your clit you come with a loud whine, your vision turning white and your ears ringing as your whole body racks with such intense pleasure, you almost think you’ll pass out.

Gasping out his name, you tumble forward with your hands bracing the headboard, hips stuttering until the final waves of aftershock pass. Gently, he laps at your release until the overstimulation is getting too much.

“Always doing so good for me, always being such a good girl.” He praises you as he presses soft wet kisses against the skin of your thigh.

You tremble as you move a leg back over his body and shimmy down the bed, laying on your stomach, nuzzling your head into your pillow while you close your eyes.

You hear him chuckle before you feel his body close against yours. Opening your eyes you look up at him as he’s looking down at you laying on his side as one of his arms supports his face. Anakin smiles as he reaches up to touch the side of your neck, tracing his fingertips up and down.

You sigh against his touch and kiss his thumb as he traces it across your lips.

He leans his head down, pressing tender kisses against your shoulder as his fingertips move along your skin.

“I love you so much, baby.” He whispers in between kisses as he nuzzles his head between your neck and your shoulder. You feel yourself melt under his soft touch, kisses and attention.

“I love you too Ani.”

His mouth moves to explore the rest of your body, littering your body with his kisses. He then slowly manoeuvres his body on top of yours, right behind you. His hands travel along with his lips, caressing your skin in the most gentle way. Anakin leaves long and wet kisses down your spine, occasionally lavishing your skin with his tongue.

Little whimpers leave your lips as his mouth and hands travel lower and lower down your body. Instinctively you spread your thighs a bit more for him.

“So needy.” He chuckles softly behind you.

His hands come to hold your hips, pulling them up, your ass up in the air. He kneads the flesh of your cheeks before spreading them apart for him. Then, Anakin pushes your ruined underwear to the side again. You whimper, feeling his eyes on your wet heat as it clenches around nothing, aching and begging to be filled. Your body trembles with anticipation. You’re dripping again, so soaked for him.

“Please Ani, I need y—” your begging gets cut off by a high pitched whimper leaving your lips as Anakin’s mouth dives between your thighs.

He licks a long stripe along your slit, coaxing small whines and moans out of you. Anakin’s grip on your hips is strong, keeping you in place as he laps at you furiously. You writhe against his lips, whining and pleading for more.

His tongue is lapping at your lower lips. Squeaky, senseless noises come out from your mouth the more he applies pressure with his tongue.

“Fuck… I’ll never get tired of eating your pretty pussy. So sweet just like you.” Anakin murmurs against you before making out with your lips again.

You whimper as you tremble against him, overwhelmed all over again. Licking a long stripe along your slit and then his tongue swirls around your entrance, pulling a loud, broken moan out of you. You squeal as Anakin plunges his tongue inside your walls, instantly massaging and licking your inner walls. You writhe against his tongue as loud incoherent noises leave your lips.

“Ah, fuck,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut as you move against him, unable to handle the unbearable pleasure you’re experiencing as the coil in your stomach is about to snap. His hands move to your ass, kneading the two cheeks as he lets you grind your hips against his face.

You fuck yourself against his tongue, whimpering loudly the more he thrusts his wet muscle inside you. The temperature in the room is rising dramatically the more he sucks, licks and thrusts inside you. As you try to move your hips faster against him you feel him grip your thighs, spreading them more for him, squeezing the flesh. Then one of his hands leaves your thighs to circle your little button with his thumb, driving you mad.

“Please, fuck Ani, daddy please, I’m so close—” you choke on your moan.

Anakin grunts loudly, he curls his tongue upward to brush your walls, you practically scream at his actions and you feel the coil snap when he applies more pressure to your clit.

You arch your back and throw your head back with a loud moan, as you see your vision turn white while you continue to grind your hips against him, trying to chase your release.

Gasping out his name, you grasp the sheets in your hands at the intense pleasure. Your pussy keeps clenching around his tongue as he continues to pleasure you. Your hips are stuttering until the final waves of aftershock have passed. Gently, he laps at your release until the overstimulation is getting too much.

“You did so well angel, you’re always such a good girl for me. I can never get enough of how good you taste.” He moans against you.

Your hands move from the sheets as you try to reach for his head, gently pushing him away from you.

With a light chuckle he pulls away. Your body slumps slightly forward with exhaustion but Anakin is quick to grip your hips, holding you in the same position. “Oh kitten, I’m not done with you yet.” He tuts.

“But Ani—” you whine. You dip your head down, resting your forehead against your pillows before feeling him pull at your locks.

“Oh no, we are far from finished.” He says, his voice sounding a lot deeper than before. “I’m sure you can handle a few more orgasms.”

You whine pathetically and moments later he releases the hold on your hair, then he moves to press wet kisses all the way up towards your neck.

“Remember our colour system?” He whispers as he spoils your body with his affection and you can’t help but moan beneath him.

You nod quickly.

“Sweetheart, I need verbal communication.” He halts his movements as he waits for your next words.

“Yes Ani, I remember. Green for yes, yellow for slow down and red for stop.”

“Perfect,” he whispers before he continues kissing your body.

You wiggle underneath him once his lips meet your neck, kissing the skin lazily. He then nuzzles his head between your neck and your shoulder.

Seconds later you feel his cock rubbing up and down your slit. You grip the sheets as he circles the tip around your entrance and you whimper as you buck your hips against him, wanting him to fill you up already.

Anakin grips your hips, holding you so you don’t make any movements any more. “Patience.” He groans against your ear as you try to wiggle your hips again, spreading your legs a bit more for him exposing more of your pussy.

As you continue to squirm against him, Anakin’s large hands squeeze your hips. His cock slides against your wetness once again as you try to move your hips. Your body trembles with anticipation, hoping he will finally enter you from behind. You feel your inner walls clenching around nothing as you move your hips against his, grinding your wetness against his dick, the tip nudging your entrance every now and then.

“Please, f-fuck. I can’t take it anymore. I need you to fuck me so bad. My p-pussy needs to be filled with your cock so bad. Please daddy fill me up. I need—”

With a loud groan he tilts your ass up for him as he manoeuvres behind you and pushes your legs further apart. “So fucking needy.”

A broken gasp leaves your lips as he finally slides the tip inside you. He gradually slides more of his thickness inside you and you tremble more underneath him. You feel his body moving behind you, sitting up against you, and you know his eyes are on your heat. He’s watching as your walls spread to begin to wrap around him, trying to accommodate his girth. The pressure of his massive cock deep within your walls overwhelms you while you clutch the sheets below you in tight fists.

“D-d-daddy…” you stutter and whine.

“I know baby, I know.” Anakin moans above you as he continues to push more of him inside. Your pulsing walls are wrapped tightly around his cock, occasionally clenching as your pussy pulls him in more. You feel so full already and you know he’s barely halfway in.

“Please, need more.” You whimper as you squeeze the sheets in your hands.

He groans at your desperate noises, losing his composure momentarily as he thrusts the last parts of himself inside you, filling you up to the brim, you moan as he halts his movements, finally inside you all the way. “Fuck, angel, you look so beautiful like this, taking me so well.” Anakin can’t control the words that leave his lips as his hips move, not giving you the time to adjust he quickly pulls himself out of you making you whine at the empty feeling. “Oh you’re such a needy kitten.” He groans before he thrusts himself all the way inside your pussy again.

A scream leaves your mouth as you’re trembling underneath him, you try to adjust to his size while your pussy keeps clenching around his cock. You push your head into the pillows as pathetic whimpers keep falling from your lips. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size.

“Such a tight pussy.” He groans as you continue to squeeze him.

A couple of moments later you signal him that he can move. Then his hips move, quickly pulling himself almost all the way out of your pussy before he shoves himself roughly all the way in.

“A-Ah daddy… oh my god—” you hiccup as he then moves his hips slowly against you. You cry out as he thrusts so deep inside you that it has your body slumping against the bed. His hands come to move to squeeze the flesh of your ass while he continues to move against you.

You feel his cock throbbing inside you as you tighten around him. He’s so deep, hitting your cervix repeatedly making your eyes roll back in your head.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He grunts above you.

You let out a loud long moan, arching your back, throwing your ass back against him. Your pussy is still trying to adjust as it continues to pulse and squeeze around his thick cock. Anakin then thrusts his cock up to the hilt, hard, taking you in such a sudden and intense way it has you struggling to breathe. Your hands ball into a white-knuckle grip, clinging onto the sheets.

You want to savour the feeling of his throbbing cock as you pulse around him, want to remember both of your trembling breaths when he hits your sensitive spots, and you truly can’t wait to feel his hot cum fill your pussy.

The thought alone makes you squeeze your eyes shut, whimpering desperately as you picture it. As you imagine feeling the globs of white dripping out of you, stuffing you full of his cum, your pussy can’t help but clench around his thick cock repeatedly. You’re on birth control but the possibility of him being able to knock you up leaves you whining underneath him.

“Fuck kitten, what has you clenching around me so much.” He pants as both his hands squeeze the soft skin of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he stares at your pulsing hole taking his dick.

“The thought of you breeding me.” You whimper, biting your lip as you look shyly behind you.

Instantly, Anakin halts his movements as he looks at you in surprise. His eyes search yours as he seeks for any doubt or lies. When he finds none of that, his shaft jerks inside you, thick beads of precum coating the soft walls of your cervix. You close your eyes for a second as a desperate moan falls from your lips at the feel of it.

“Are you serious?” He questions. He takes a deep breath as you continue to look at him earnestly.

“Y-yeah.” You stutter as you look away timidly. “I just,” you continue with a whimper, “I can’t stop thinking of you fucking me full with your cum. I need it. Ani, you know I’m all yours. Only yours. Please, I need you so bad. My pussy needs yo—” you’re begging and you’re unable to finish your sentence as he suddenly thrusts roughly inside you.

You almost feel your arms giving out on you because of the force of his thrusts. Anakin’s hands are clawing at the sides of your hips, guiding you with him, and he leans down to place kisses on your upper back, his kisses travel down your spine, until he leans back up and just looks at you from behind.

“Fuck, baby girl. I need it too.” He moans as he fucks you with fervour. Your tight pussy clenches at his words, earning a loud growl before he smacks your ass.

“Daddy!” you mewl loudly.

“You always look so beautiful,” he continues, cursing when you purposefully tighten your walls around him again. “You look so pretty when you’re stretched around my cock, fuck, you look even prettier full with my cum.”

You nod vigorously as you continue to beg, “please, please daddy. Need it so bad.”

He then hits your spot, and continues to do it again and again, each hit spending a shot of delicious lightning to course down your fragile spine. Your mind goes blank as all you can do is focus on the feel of him stretching you, filling you up, so overwhelmed with bliss already.

Your hands continue to grip the sheets as he thrusts deeper inside you, earning whines and moans as you continue to cry out his name. You try to tell him, breathlessly, about how good he is making you feel. Tears collect around the rims of your eyes. Each spike sends you closer and closer to the edge.

Anakin picks up his pace again, thrusting into you quicker, harder, hitting the spot that has your body going numb repeatedly.

You claw at the sheets, burying your face into the pillow to muffle your screams. The air is all stuffy around you as Anakin’s hips move faster, moaning you try to push back your hips against his to take more of his massive cock. Your tiny pussy is so full of him, as it pulses and tightens around him, begging him to fill you up with his seed. Begging him to make your pussy even more full.

It’s so filthy, but it’s what you need.

Anakin moans at the sight of your pussy trying to accommodate him still, kneading your ass as he tries to bury himself more inside you, his tip hitting your cervix instantly. You continue to push your ass back into him, fucking yourself back against him. Your eyes roll back inside your head once again as you dig your fingers more into the bed, you mewl against your pillow at the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you.

The noises that are spilling off your lips drive him insane, his dick throbbing inside you as you don’t stop tightening your walls around him.

“Daddy, fuck. Ani, please, I need you. I need more please, please.” You whine loudly as you move your hips along with his.

“Yeah? Do you need more?” He moans as he leans down to press kisses against your shoulders. “You love being filled with all of my cock don’t you?” He grunts as he slaps your ass once again making you cry out in pleasure. He continues his brutal pace as your moans grow louder and louder as well as the sounds of your pussy that keep meeting his dick over and over again. The sounds mix along with your desperate noises of ecstasy. “Your pussy is so tight and wet around me, begging for me to fill it up with my cum.”

“Ani, please.” You whine as your eyes roll back inside your head.

“What do you want, angel?” He groans while one of his hands reach around you to slip against your clit making you writhe against him as he applies pressure against the little bundle of nerves. The pleasure has the tension tightening in your tummy, dying for your release.

“Oh, please, more. Please, please faster, harder anything.” You squeak out in between moans. The wet noises of him easing into you over and over has your cheeks burning, realising just how wet and needy you are for him. “Please don’t stop.”

“Mm, don’t worry sweetheart, I got you.” He pants, as he reassures you. He grips your hips tighter as he picks up his pace once more. You try to catch your breath but from how Anakin is trusting inside you and the rubbing against your clit it feels almost impossible to do so.

You whine loudly as he hits your sensitive spot inside you again. You’re literally going insane, it feels so overwhelming and good.

“Fuck, daddy—” you choke on your moan.

“Does that feel good, my sweet girl?” Anakin asks as he leans down his body closer to yours, making him hit your cervix repeatedly. You whimper and tremble underneath him as you nod, he moans against your ear as he whispers close to you. “Does it feel good, kitten? That I’m about to breed this pussy?”

“Yes, daddy! Feels so good.” You whine as he continues to hit your sensitive spot and cervix. The tension continues to build up as the pleasure is becoming too overwhelming. You are crying out for him, your moans almost sounding like his name, and he moves his head down once again and licks your neck.

Anakin snaps his hips into you again and again, thrusting deep, causing you to see stars from knowing just how to pleasure you. Feeling like your head is swimming once again, you whine. “I’m so close, please, Ani,” you beg desperately. You only need one more little push, a little bit more attention to reach your peak.

“Come for me kitty,” he whispers against your ear.

His fingers press down on your little button making you squirm underneath him. The coil then snaps after a few more thrusts, pleasure erupts in waves as heat overflows your body as you arch your back. Your ears start to ring from the overwhelming feeling. You can’t stop yourself from shaking as you come against him.

Anakin groans in your ear as your walls spasm around his cock, milking him for his orgasm, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised.

He slows down his pace, but continues to fuck you through it. Once you’ve regained some of your consciousness and your breathing has slowed down, he pulls out, manhandling you, landing you on your back. You whimper at the sensitivity as moments later he thrusts inside again.

You struggle to keep your eyes open as he fucks you slow. “Look at me, my love.” He whispers before finally reuniting your mouths in a sweet kiss.

Anakin then licks into your mouth, soon turning the kiss more passionate. He looms his chest over yours, pressing his hands on either side of your face into the mattress. You whimper into his mouth. You keep your eyes closed as you find the strength to wrap your arm around his sweaty neck.

“Come on baby,” he says breathlessly, as he pulls back. “I want you to look at me.”

You open your eyes unhurriedly, staring right into his eyes as he smiles down at you.

“That’s my good girl.”

He then moves, gradually rolling his hips faster into yours, sensual and deep. He holds you close and continues to kiss you with a groan, and in that moment the world dissolves into only lips and tongues and harsh breaths and whispered “I love you”s and feverish skin against feverish skin and the heavy drag of him inside of you.

He hits your sensitive spot inside you again, and you make a strangled noise as you gasp and yank at his hair, throwing your head back at the waves of white-hot pleasure wracking your body again, forgetting everything other than his skin on yours and his cock filling you up.

Anakin is all you can feel.

“Aniii—”

The overwhelming sensitivity has you feeling close again, so close you can practically taste your orgasm, even if your mouth is completely dry from gasping his name over and over again.

Feeling your walls begin to pulsate erratically, Anakin knows you’re close again. All of a sudden, he pulls you even closer to him, something that seemed impossible, considering you’re already clinging to each other.

With every time Anakin thrusts into you, his pelvic bone drags along your clit, making you cry out his name in pleasure.

“A-Ani, please, I’m close,” you stutter out, your back arching as you push your hips into his.

Nodding above you, Anakin gasps and pants for air. “Fuck princess, me too,” he replies.

It feels like you are being ripped in half in the best way possible, your walls clenching and fluttering around his thick cock, causing him to let out some more strangled cries of his own.

“Please, Ani,” you whimper as you think about him filling you up and you tighten your walls around him once again. He gasps when you pulse around him, wanting him to spill his load inside of you, needing to see him fall apart.

One of his hands snake its way between their bodies to rub circles into your clit, making you jolt and scream. He turns his head, tucking it into your neck to swipe his tongue along the shell of your ear and whispers, “Cum for me, kitten.”

Mouth falling open, your muscles strain as you choke out a cry. And then you are gone, your eyes roll back into your head and your back arches high off the bed, as your world dissolves into pure ecstasy, coming for the fifth time that night.

“Ah fuck—“ he rasps, pushing himself up as he thrusts deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix again and again. “Are you gonna take my cum like a good girl? Will you let me fill you up until my pretty baby is messy, hm?”

You whine at his words, mouth dropping open in awe as you can barely open your eyes while you watch him, nodding tiredly as pleasure still courses through you. “Please, please.”

“Fuck, take it baby.” It washes over him instantly, hips stuttering into you as he grows desperate, eyes squeezing shut when he feels his cock throb inside of you before hot spurts of his seed splash along your walls, painting them in ribbons of white. The feeling makes you whimper, limbs limp on the bed as he shallowly thrusts into you, making sure you take every last drop.

His warm cum fills you up deeply, the mild heat of it settling deep inside you and causing you to squirm under him. Anakin pants as he lets his body slump against yours. His cock is still nuzzled deep within you, slowly softening as it keeps the cum from leaking out.

You bite your lip as you squeeze purposely around him. Anakin groans at the feeling, his large palms sliding up your sides in a soothing manner.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” You giggle as your hands trail through his hair.

“Makes me hard again.” Your boyfriend mumbles.

“Hm, that’s kind of the point.” You continue to giggle.

Anakin chuckles as he pulls his head back, looking at you with a mirthful smile.

Your hands continue to play with his hair, feeling the damp strands slowly detangle as you take your time. “I was serious though, I’d love to try with you.”

“Try what?” He asks teasingly.

You tug at his hair playfully which makes him laugh. “You know exactly what I mean.”

You sigh dramatically as he continues to laugh.

“Alright, okay. I’ll be serious now.” He says, trying to keep himself from chuckling again.

You raise your eyebrow at him as you grin. “Sure.”

“Yeah, I’d love that too.” He whispers before he captures your lips in a deep kiss. You can feel his soft mouth smiling against yours as you whimper against him. You feel yourself melting against his embrace as he wraps his arms around you.

“Another round?” Anakin says cheekily once he pulls away, while he caresses your hips.

You giggle before he reunites your lips again. And as you both keep kissing each other languidly, you lose yourself in his kisses and affection.

The night is filled with your kisses, noises of pleasure and all the love you both share for one another.

It is safe to say that you both don’t leave the bed until tomorrow, late in the morning.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

In Abstract 1

A sequel no one asked for. First Series: Portrait of a Dangerous Man

Warnings: noncon/rape, some violence, blood, alluded murder (for now?), grief, confusing, criminal allusions, some untagged extreme events.

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You adjust to life with Clark, thought the past won't seem to let you go.

Character: mob!Clark Kent

Note: I don't know where this came from.

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A speck of red. A speck of red in a sea of blue. From the observer's eye, one would not notice. But the creator, the artist, the start error is obvious. No inadvertent, but entirely deliberate. A reminder of what it cost you.

You close your eyes and the fleck of blood sears in your mind. Like the site of your boyfriend gasping his last breaths. Ex, now. For a while. It feels like yesterday yet no time at all.

You shiver and hug yourself through the white cashmere. The sweater offers little warmth in the cold house. The glass doors look out onto the white lawn, a fresh dusting of snow trims the covered pool and blankets the landscape. It would be beautiful to any who did not know the sinister secrets of this place. The crimes witnessed by these walls alone.

You turn away from the portrait hung above the gaping fireplace. Even the crackling flames cannot warm you. There is no comfort in this house or the man who resides there. A warden, a maniac, a murderer.

You near the glass doors, eyes drawn to how the snow gathers in corners. The thin sheet of frost that cakes the panes and the fog of your breath as you stand close. The world outside is obscured by your own existence.

Silence. Stillness. Distance. Isolation. The vast grayness of your small world trapped behind a transparent wall. You touch the handle, feeling the cold metal, gripping it tight. A sudden urge to run out and dive into the heaps.

"Dinner tonight?" Clark's voice claps like thunder through the lull.

You gasp and recoil from the door. You turn to him, hugging yourself as much out of fright as the temperature. You step away from the door and your yearning for escape.

"Dinner," you repeat, your hollow voice echoing off the high ceilings.

"Yes, your mother is coming to town? We'll get her from the airport and take her to Elliston's?"

"Are you asking or telling?" You mutter as you drop your arms, tucking your hands up the cuffs.

You sweep away, crossing to the archway that opens into the spacious kitchen. You go to the counter and flip up the lid of the coffee machine. You focus on the rack of pods. It's habit more than anything, often you let your cup go cold, basking in the scent but too numb to taste it.

He follows. You sense him. Like you always do. Always hovering. Always watching.

"Don't be like this. You've been looking forward to her visit."

You grumble as you pick out the cinnamon cookie pod and shove it in the top. You shrug. Not really. You only ever play the part he wants. Move your brush to his whim, streak the paint by his word, lay on your back as he gets what he wants.

"And I have been too. I can't wait to meet your family. All of them."

Your chest winds tight. You can't tell if it's a threat or genuine. He is always hard to decipher. If you had ever been able to see through him, you wouldn't be standing there, trapped in his house, in his grip.

Five months. Five months in your cell. Five months with Marcus' blood on your soul. 

"I'll get a room ready," you put a mug under the spout and hit the brew button. 

He lurks closer. You stare and wait for the drip to begin. He puts his hands on your shoulders, the fabric turning course beneath the weight of his grasp.

"Nina's already working on it," he growls into your crown, "don't act so hard done by…"

"I'm not," the trickle spits out and hits the porcelain sharply.

"I give your more than he ever–"

You tear away from him, sliding along the counter as you spin to face him. He clucks and tilts his head, slowly pivoting towards you. The anger cordons in his cheek.

"I told you…"

He scoffs. "You're right, he was nothing. Not worth talking about. Sweetheart, it was always going to be me."

You clamp your lips shut as your eyes sting. He doesn't wake up every day in horror, he doesn't sink into sleep like a stone in mud, he doesn’t know what it is to live in black and white when the world used to be painted in a million colours.

"I'll confirm what time she gets in."

He sighs and crosses his arms. You look down at the white sweater and unroll the crumpled hem. You didn't wear cashmere before, no silk, no satin. Just cotton and tweed. Now you wear what he tells you to.

"Find something to wear for dinner," he demands, "and after."

He crosses the pristine tile and you look at him in the face, eyes glossy and pathetic. He kisses your forehead as his hand comes up to your chin, his thumb stroking your lips. He inhales your scent and lets out a growl.

"Wear the diamonds," he demands.

He lets you go and leaves you there. You watch after him as he stalks off, checking the time on his wristband. He clears his throat as he turns out of your sight. Your vision blurs to a muddy blur.

The coffee machine dings and brings you back. As much as you love your mother, how do you explain this to her? Lies are easier on the phone, but face to face, the truth is clear to see.

🎨

Your mother pulls you into a hug, her suitcase forgotten at her side. It's been almost a year since you last saw her. You and Marcus made a rare trip down for her birthday. As solitary as she prefers her life, she cherishes your rare company.

"Tweety bird, it's been so long," she hugs you, swaying you with her. She releases tou and holds you at arm's length, "don't you look like a dead mouse?"

"Ha, yeah, I was up late… painting," you smile thinly.

"Never change," she chides as you sense a shadow approach. Clark grabs the handle of her suitcase and rolls it towards him as he puts his hand on your back. "Oh, who… is this?"

"Clark," you try not to show your frustration. Your mother's always been a touch flightly, "I told you about him."

"Ah, yes, oh, that Marcus," she tuts and shakes her head, "couldn't believe it when you said he ran off but then again, I wasn't unhappy."

"Mom," you sniff.

"Well? He always left his dirty socks on the couch."

You bite the inside of your cheek. You'd rather not talk about him. You fear she'll see right through your story. Clark takes his hand off your back.

"Nice to meet you–" he begins.

"Don't be silly," she pulls him into a hug, an impressive feat as she is rail thin, "you must be the one saving my gal from heartbreak."

"Um, sure," he snorts, "you're Janine?"

"That's the one," she pulls back and fixes her wild waves, "I'm afraid she hasn't given me more than your name."

"She's been busy. Commissions and all," Clark puts on that perfect act. The gentleman with all the charm. The one you fell for. "We hope you're not too tired, I suggested a reservation for dinner…"

"Oh, yes, please, I'm starving. That airplane food is better avoided," she trills, "besides just ask Tweety, I'm mot much of a sleeper."

You shake your head in confirmation and she grins wider. Clark rolls her bag around and waves his arm ahead of him, "ladies."

"Oo, finally got yourself a gentleman."

"Mhmm," you hum as you start forward, "something like that."

🎨

You watch the wine flow into the glass, filling the belly with a rich burgundy colour. Your mother looks around emphatically as Clark gives a curt nod of dismissal to the server. You're left to peruse the menu.

“Wow, this is a fancy place,” your mom comments as she opens the leather folio containing the menu, “where was it Marc would take us? Denny’s?”

You give her a look. It’s strange, you’re mother was never one to turn her nose up at simplicity but there were some very specific sticking points when it came to your boyfriend. Ex. Or maybe money really does corrupt all.

The wine is stringent. You don’t like it. You take a hefty swig and set the stem down heavily. Clark gives you a look. Right, he has his curated image, you have to fit into that.

“So mom, how was your flight?”

“Ah, it’s fine. But I was sat next to this skinny fellow. So nervous. Jittered the whole way. I had to close the window because it made him sick. So I took a nap.”

“I hope you don’t mind shacking up with us. I thought of a hotel but we have more than enough room,” Clark suggests, “after a long day, I’m sure you’d like to just relax.”

“With us? You live together?” Your mom raises her brows.

“You knew this. Remember?”

“No, you said you moved out of your apartment, I don’t remember a where or with who. This is moving fast,” she says, “definitely not a rebound then?”

You cringe. Clark is a better actor than you. He laughs. Or maybe it is really that funny. Laughing at your dead ex and the ensuing predicament. You take another gulp of the disgusting wine.

“Well, the salmon looks interesting, “but I do prefer halibut…” she mulls over the listings, “oh, prawns. Tweety, don’t you remember when you drank all my vodka and puked up seafood all night?”

“Mom,” you swallow.

“Tweety, that’s an interesting nickname,” Clark says, opening the door for further humiliation.

“Ah, yes, well, funny story.”

“Not really,” you intone.

Your mother ignores you as she closes her menu and rests it on the table in front of her. “Her aunt used to give her Tweety Bird everything. Pajamas, stuffies, notebooks… she hates Tweety Bird. Always has but she was too nice to tell my sister so she had this little collection. I bet it’d be worth a bit now. Vintage and all that.”

“Oh, Tweety,” Clark echoes, “interesting. Cute.”

“Yellow did always suit her.”

“Anything suits her, doesn’t it?” He puts his hand over yours, “I tell her all the time. She makes paint stains look incredible. You wouldn’t believe it, at the end of the day she walks out of the studio looking like, uh, what’s that artist that does the splashes?”

“Pollock,” you answer dully.”

“She was always obsessed with men with too much time and not enough talent,” your mother remarks, “art, I’m just happy she isn’t still working at the coffee shop.”

“That was like six years ago,” you retort.

“Still, you have a degree, you should use it.”

“And she does,” Clark assures, “she’s wonderful at what she does.”

“Aw,” your mother almost fawns, “you’re such a sweetheart. Where did she find you and where do I get one?”

You barely restrain from rolling your eyes. Clark basks in the praise. You empty your glass and feel the slosh in your mind. It might be a bit too much but the wine makes the nights go quicker.

You decide on a salad. You’re not hungry. Your appetite is scant at best, food is a necessity, not a joy. Like much of your life now. It makes you miss those numbers you thought were so dire. The easy life of putting numbers in boxes and putting frozen lasagna in the oven.

The server returns and you turn your attention to his convenient arrival. You need the distraction. He nods to your empty glass and you see how Clark takes notice as well.

“Did you require more, mademoiselle?” He offers.

“One will do until we have our entrees,” Clark insists, “no good drinking on an empty stomach.”

You smile and take the stout glass of water from beside the stemmed glass, “thank you. He’s right.”

“Do we know what we’re having?” The server asks.

Clark defers to your mother with a gesture. She orders first. Halibut with the seasonal vegetables. Clark has his usual filet mignon, and you get the cobb salad. You hand over your menu and sit back, twiddling your fingers in your lap.

“Salad,” your mother comments, “when she was a teen, I couldn’t pry the onion rings out of her hands. Now look at her. It’s catching up, isn’t it?”

“Nothing wrong with being mindful,” Clark comments as he brushes his fingertips along his thick beard. He’s let it grow out, his hair too, the curls spiraling past his ears. “It’ll save room for dessert, they have a delicious creme brule.”

“Mmm, amazing–” your mother’s voice catches and she looks past you.

You don’t react right away as another serve sneaks up on you. Clark reaches behind him with one hand, covertly as if trying not to give himself away, and brings it forward as you peek up at the woman all in black. She giddily grins and backs up.

Clark takes a breath and pushes back his chair as he rises. He turns and kneels as the server hovers nearby, hands clutched together. Several other tables hush and servers look up from their work. You feel time halt as your ears ring.

Clark presents a red velvet box as your mouth falls open. For those strangers all around, those who don’t know about you or him, it must look like shock, even glee. But it's thrumming, crashing terror. No. No. Your eyes pinpoint on the large diamonds as he reveals it, three rings of smaller ones around the large.

You look up over his head then over at your mother. She dabs her eyes and covers her mouth in disbelief. You wobble as you turn back to Clark. His voice rumbles in your ears but you can’t make out the words. You blink. And blink. And blink. Gaping like a dead fish.

“...marry me?...”

His question hangs before you. You could keel over and shrivel up. You could stand up and flee. Run until you can’t stop. You close your eyes and see the blood spurting from Marcus’ chest. The image of your mother’s face flits across your mind, replacing his. You won’t let him hurt her too.

“Yes.”

The voice is not your own. It can’t possibly be because you can’t feel it on your tongue but it tickles in your ears. Clark snatches your hand and forces the diamond on, standing as he tugs you up and pulls you into an embrace. He tilts your head and kisses you. The fairy tale he writes for the onlookers is nothing more than a cautionary tale.

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[deepouterspacecandy]

To Build A Home

Did I say I was taking a break from writing because I need to focus on my training? Yes. Did I write a quick blurb about how much Abby loves you while I was on the treadmill today? Also, yes. The title comes from a song that will forever make me sob, but you probably already know. Cheers, you beautiful souls.

Abby’s straightforward nature means she often struggles with nuance and subtlety in her interactions with you.

There are certain instances where misunderstandings occur, leading her to withdraw into her own thoughts rather than pursuing clarification. Occasionally, she requires solitude to recharge and reflect, particularly when haunted by distressing memories.

In these moments of her deep, introspective silence, you get anxious about the state of your connection. It can feel like she’s not pleased with you, or that the bond between you is slipping, but that assumption couldn’t be further from the truth.

Experiencing romantic love with you, the first and only woman in her life, helped her envision how extraordinary it could all be, heightening her fear of losing something so precious.

Her admiration for you grows with each passing year.

“Are we okay?” you ask. “We’re good, right?”

You push your food around your plate, the sound of your fork clinking against the porcelain adding to your unease.

It’s possible that your sensitive heart is over analyzing her quiet disposition, but you can’t bear to let your concerns fester unchecked.

Surprised by your question, Abby gazes at you intently from across the table.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

Taking the time to ponder, you understand that being transparent is the optimal way to handle the situation.

“Do I still make you happy?”

Abby settles back into her chair with a frown, her mind racing as she searches for the perfect response to convey the extent of her fondness for you. Every now and then, you find comfort in her words of reassurance, but for Abby, actions hold more weight, especially at a time like this.

“Come outside with me,” she says. Rising from her chair, she reaches out to help you up. “There’s something I want to show you.”

Leading you by the hand, she intertwines her fingers with yours and takes you from the backyard into the forest.

When you initially crossed paths with Abby fifteen years ago, she was meandering the trails of your Montana ranch, stirring up dust with each heavy step. Seeking sanctuary from the chaos and uncertainty that followed the fall of her group, all she wanted was a place to hang her hat. You damn near shot it off her head, startled by the unexpected visitor. Ages had passed since the previous one, excluding the infected, and you learned early on to trust nobody in this dangerous world.

Glimpsing her now, beautifully etched by fine lines and battle scars, it’s impossible to fathom your life without her.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask.

Her touch is delicate as she pulls your hand closer, pressing a sweet kiss onto the back of it.

“Hold your horses.”

“Is this where I meet my maker?” you tease.

When she doesn’t answer right away, you give her a playful nudge, and she hums in response.

“Abigail, if you’re planning to bury me out here, it’s only polite to give me a heads up.”

As her eyes lock with yours, she gently nudges you in return.  

“Look up,” she says.

Above you, a sturdy lumber structure hovers thirty feet in the air, cradled by the protective arms of gnarled, ancient trees. Vines adorn the wooden walls, clusters of white flowers blooming throughout, forming a natural tapestry that drapes down the sides. You notice a warm ochre glow seeping through gaps in the planks, revealing the secret hiding place of all those fairy lights you thought you misplaced. 

A wrap-around porch with its intricate, entangled branches draws your attention to a rope ladder, inviting you to climb and explore.

“Abby,” you murmur.

With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she restlessly twirls her hands.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

The realization hits you suddenly that she must have invested months into this project, overwhelming for her, given her fear of heights.

“You said you always wanted one as a kid, so I thought—it’s never too late, right?” she continues.

While suspicions of her growing tired of you preoccupied your mind, Abby was venturing off to build you a whimsical haven in the trees as a token of her affection. Just when you thought you couldn’t love her more than you already do, she swoops in to prove you wrong.

With your fists clenched around her shirt, you pull her into you.

“I thought you were getting sick of me,” you confess.

“Never,” Abby whispers. “We’re just getting started.”

#abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #abby x you #tlou abby #lesbian

[drunk-fantasies]

what they’re fond of during intimate nights

+18 content, minors dni

enha hyung line x fem!reader / note: just some soft headcanon for you :) / mlist

explicit content under the cut!

˗ˏˋlee heeseungˊˎ˗

✦ slowing down

everything started from a chaste peck. soon it became more intense, with every kiss and every touch yet none of that was dictated by greediness. it took a long time for you to be completely naked, contrary to other nights. it could appear it happened too slowly, but his every action, every move was intentional. he placed you down slowly finally grabbing the waistband of your underwear and taking it off. sliding in you could feel every millimetre of his skin that sank in you and stretched your walls. his pace ever so slow it drove you crazy, crazy for him and his love.

˗ˏˋpark jongseongˊˎ˗

✦ body worship

his lips never left your skin as if they were permanently attached to your body. his firm but still delicate touch spoke millions of words, that he wanted to tell you every day, yet had no clue how to. that’s why now his hands traveled their way through your whole body, claiming every inch of you with his lips as he left electrifying love bites and kisses. he didn’t let you do anything to him, his whole attention was now on you and showing you his heart, his soul, his love.

˗ˏˋsim jaeyunˊˎ˗

✦ soft touch

even though his pace of thrust wasn’t the slowest, even though it wasn’t the most gentle, his touch grazing your skin was ever so delicate as if it was the most fragile thing he touched. making sure to not leave even the slightest mark he left wet kisses on your jaw and neck as his hands fondled your breasts and waist, leaving you so immersed in his affection you felt like you slowly sank into his infinite love. every kiss, every brush of his fingers on your body left no room for any doubt.

˗ˏˋpark sunghoonˊˎ˗

✦ eye contact

his eyes not leaving yours at first seemed too overwhelming, too intense, but just in theory. in practice, his gaze was soft but still just as passionate as usual. he scanned every feature, every mole, every imperfection that he found perfect. every detail seemed too important to him to leave unseen, and he did make sure you noticed him watching your whole face. his eyes were glossy with emotions displayed like on a tray, being unusually transparent with them, not even having to say anything.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #enhypen jay smut #enhypen jay hard hours #enhypen jake smut #enhypen jake hard hours #sunghoon smut #sunghoon hard hours

[milequaritchsslut]

Forever and always

Summary: You were supposed to be gone, buried six feet under. So why were you right in front of him?…

Pairing: Miguel x Black Dead!Reader

Warnings: Crying, ghosts, heart break, angst, swearing

Miguel watched as your ghost roamed around his room, transparent hands gliding in and out of the pencils on his desk. You wore one of those sundresses, white with little sunflowers spread across, it flowed behind you as you inspected his belongings. He was speechless, hands shaking at his dead wife in front of him.

He admired the way you drifted so effortlessly around him, not even noticing his stare. You looked just as beautiful as the day you left, hair still in that puffy Afro you always had. Brown skin glistening in the moonlight as his lips quivered at the sight of you. You looked like an angel, born from the ashes of euphoria. He was sat up on his bed, eyes blinking rapidly, not believing what he was seeing.

Your attention moved to his spider suit, legs striding towards the stand he had it on. Your eyes scanned the cloth, filling with awe and memories. Your hand went up to touch the suit, but went right through. A frown begin forming on your dark features, you tried again, but got the same result. He noticed the frown on your lips, one growing on his own at your disappointment. He couldn’t stand seeing his pretty girl being upset, he stood up and walked over to you hesitantly.

‘Y/n?’ He asked softly, looking at your ghost like form. Head racing a million thoughts as he watched you keep trying. You didn’t answer, focused on trying to touch something from this world. ‘Y/n?’ He asked again, hand reaching out to caress your shoulder but going right through. He stumbled forwards, body clashing with your untouchable one. He was inside you, bodies molded into each other. He moved back right away, scared he hurt you. But you hadn’t even noticed, it was like you didn’t even know he was there. He called out your name again and again, your attention never leaving the suit.

He was getting frustrated, a low grunt falling from his lips. He didn’t know what to do, he’s tried everything, all he wanted was to talk with you for just one minute. He cried for you for so many nights, drowning in his own sorrows. But you wouldn’t even give him the time of day, he slammed the wall with his fist. Yelling your name now, hands waving in front of your face but still no response. Then he got an idea, he pulled his suit from the stand, throwing it to the ground. Your eyes grew wide at the clothing flying across the room by itself, your eyebrows raising at the phenomenon.

‘What the fuck?’ You exclaimed, looking around for someone, but it was just you. You backed away, fear moving through your body at the flying object. Feet frantically finding their way to the window you had come through. You turned your back to the room, walking through the wall as you flew away. ‘Y/n! Come back!’ He yelled, rushing to the open window. His heart broke as you floated away, the wind carrying you into the night. He reached out for you, hands trying to grasp something unreachable.

His eyes grew sad, eyelids fluttering open and closed, fighting the tears that dared to fall. You were gone, again. He looked down at his sweaty palms in disbelief, shaking at the realization he scared you off. ‘I-i…’ he trailed off, lips quivering as he was left alone. Without you by his side once again, you were gone, never to be seen again. The tears fell all at once, flooding his vision as he cried out for you. Falling to his knees as he clutched his chest in heart break, he needed you. He was hardly even getting by without you these past few months, you were all he had. You would always be his girl, forever and always.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x black reader

[marlynnofmany]

Squishy Cybernetics

“Hello!” I said. “Where would you like this?” I waved an arm at the large pallet of boxes, bags, and miscellaneous other packaging. It was on one of our biggest hoversleds, and accompanied by some of the biggest crewmates.

The Waterwill at the loading gate burbled thoughtfully, sounding like a water jug given sentience. She extended what passed for an arm of her own and pointed indoors. “You’d better bring it all the way in. Over here.” She glided inward, moving in that mysterious way I’d never figured out. Someone shaped like a column of jello had no business scooting forward that quickly, no matter how much their lower end rippled against the floor.

But I didn’t have time for galaxy-gazing; I had to help steer the hoversled. Regulations said we needed someone on all four sides for a load this big, just in case of antigrav mishaps. Didn’t want it slamming into something breakable at this client’s facility — or slamming into anything at all, really, but this place was some sort of high-tech manufacturing plant, and I didn’t want to think about what kind of damage a crash could do.

No mishaps today, though. The Frillian twins paced along on either side, all muscles and tight clothes (they’d left the flowy silks behind today; a solid choice). I couldn’t see Zhee in the back, but I heard the quiet click of his bug feet. My own feet were silent in proper Earth shoes as I tugged the steering handle and followed the Waterwill.

I thought we’d just take the thing to the far side of the big loading dock, unload it in an out-of-the-way spot to be unpacked later. But the Waterwill kept going. We passed hovercars and wheeled carts, storage cabinets and bins, along with a baffling arrangement of pipes along one wall. Windows showed glimpses of the busy manufacturing facility. I had no idea what they were making. Maybe I’d get a better look on the way back out.

Oh hey, a human, I thought in surprise as I passed a bigger window. With a Strongarm on his back? What in the world are they making together? I was already moving past, and could only speculate about intricate manufacturing projects that needed hands and tentacles at the same time.

I was still wondering why the Strongarm hadn’t just pulled up a chair next to the human when the Waterwill signalled me to stop. “Stopping,” I announced for Zhee’s benefit. We all came to a halt, and nobody crashed into anything. Hallelujah.

“Here, please,” the Waterwill said. She stretched her arm out into a long tendril to pick up a scrap of something blue that had fallen on the floor, and pointed at an empty space near several foam-topped tables. “I’m needed out front. Heeme, can you oversee?”

“Sure thing,” said a voice from nowhere, then a Strongarm climbed out from under one of the tables. “Found the last of the broken bits, by the way.” Two of his tentacles were curled around pieces of the same blue stuff the Waterwill had picked up. The blue stood out against the dark red of his skin, but not as much as the four mismatched tentacles on other side did. They were a transparent blue-green much like the Waterwill’s own tendrils. I tried not to stare, and failed.

“Thank you,” the Waterwill said. “I’ll be back in a bit.” She set her broken piece of whatever on the nearest table, then scooted through a door that was apparently soundproofed, because a cacophony of whirs and whooshes filled the air until it closed.

“Right,” I said. “Over here, then.” I steered the hoversled into position, then we all worked together to guide the detachable gravity platform onto the ground. That part always made me nervous, since it looked like the giant pallet that could crush me was floating through the air with just a touch of technological magic to make it go. I understand other models of industrial-sized hoversleds have more mechanical-looking gravity platforms, or regular forklift arms. Ours was the glowy magic kind, and it deposited the giant stack of objects with all the precision of the best fairytale enchantment.

“Perfect,” said the Strongarm. “We’ll unpack it from here. Thanks.”

“Our pleasure,” I said.

Zhee, finally able to see over the hoversled, got a good look at who I was talking to. “Oh, I’m sure you’re fast at unpacking,” he said, pointing with his pincher arm. “Does that model form into blades?”

“Sure does!” the Strongarm said, holding up a see-through tentacle that instantly flattened into a shape like a steak knife. “Good for packaging, stubborn latches, and all manner of other things.”

“And stabbing!” Blop put in, to be immediately shushed by his sister.

“No stabbing on the job,” she told him.

The Strongarm laughed. “Yeah, just respectable tool use. They don’t give these out to anyone who’s going to do violence with them.”

I asked, “Is that Waterwill tech? I haven’t seen one before.”

“Yup.” He turned the knife back into a tentacle, then into a variety of other shapes. “One of the perks of working here, for sure. They’re cagey about sharing tech. This is the best prosthesis I’ve ever encountered.”

I thought of the hard metal-and-plastic replacement limbs that were standard on Earth. They would be wildly out of place on this guy’s squishy octopus body. And no amount of interchangeable attachments would be able to beat this kind of easy shapeshifting. I said, “That looks really useful.”

“It is!”

The loud door opened to admit a wall of sound, along with the human-and-Strongarm pair. Which I realized with a start was actually just a human wearing more transparent tentacles on his back.

“Here’s the new set,” he said to the Strongarm, placing a clear box on the table that was full of a stack of more flat blue things. They appeared to be cut into very specific shapes. I might have been curious about what they were for if not for the much more interesting thing to be curious about.

“Hello,” I said. “Does everyone who works here get extra limbs?”

The tan human grinned. “If they want ‘em! And they pass the screening, of course. But you’ve got to leave them here each day if they’re the bonus kind, as opposed to replacements.”

The Strongarm wiggled his tentacles in a taunting manner. “I can open packages and slice food so easily at home.”

The human made a face and wiggled the tentacles on his back. “Yeah yeah, we’re all jealous. Someday I’ll convince the bosses that there’s an actual market for these, and I’ll be the first in line to buy my own.”

“They think there isn’t?” I asked in shock. “Those look so useful! I can’t list the number of times I’ve wished for more hands. Using teeth and feet only goes so far.”

Zhee made a disparaging hiss. “You have that many fingers, and still want more? Greedy.”

“I’m just saying that re-weaving a cargo net would go much faster if I could hold all of the fibers at once,” I told him, then turned to the Frillians. “Back me up. Two arms just isn’t enough sometimes, right?”

Blip and Blop looked at each other and shrugged. “I guess?” Blip said. “But that’s just when it’s time to get another person to help.”

Zhee clicked a pincher. “Exactly so. Or approach the problem differently.”

The human told me, “I’ve had this conversation more than once. Apparently not all species grow up imagining what it’s like to have bird wings or monkey tails or whatnot.”

“Surely other people want to fly,” I said. The expressions around me were dishearteningly blank. “Surely!”

“I wouldn’t bet on it,” the human said. “See why I couldn’t convince the bosses?”

“But even on a practicality standpoint!” I exclaimed. “They have you using them here; why wouldn’t they think you’d want to use them at home?”

He shrugged, moving the tentacles in a graceful wave as he did. “Alien brains. I’ve given up trying to fully understand.”

The Strongarm spoke up. “If there are actually a large number of humans who would buy these, then it couldn’t hurt to put together a request from outside sources. The bosses don’t listen to random employees who are probably biased, but they might take an interest in actual buyers.”

I shook my head slowly. “Our courier ship isn’t going to be that kind of buyer, especially not at the scale they’d probably need.”

“What about big human ships?” Blip asked. “We could suggest it to the next one we meet.”

“Or human colonies,” Blop said. “Or large groups at space stations.”

Zhee said, “I heard Captain Sunlight talking about a delivery to Basal Station soon. There are plenty of humans there. You could suggest it to them, if you think this is really that widespread an interest.”

“It couldn’t hurt,” I said, thinking. There was indeed a significant human population on that space station, which might even include the crew I’d met from the droid jousting ship Hold My Beer. They were definitely the type to appreciate some extra arms. Both for working on finicky electronics and general slapfight shenanigans.

“Here, we should have something with the contact information,” said the Strongarm. “Jon, is there a notepad over there?”

“Yeah, got it.” The human leaned over a table and used his tentacles to lift a stack of books so he could pull out the small notepad at the bottom. That may have been showing off. “Here you go!” He handed it to me with his regular hand.

“Thanks,” I said. “I’ll see if I can find the right ears to whisper into.”

“Best of luck!” he said. “My partner has asked me no less than half a dozen times if I could sneak my set home to play around with, but I’m not gonna risk the job.”

I laughed, hoping I wasn’t blushing. “Oh man, I wasn’t even going to mention the bedroom applications.”

Of course Zhee had to ask, tilting his head with faceted eyes shining. “The what?”

“Remember how most humans find tentacles a little creepy?” I asked him, pocketing the notepad.

“I recall. It makes this insistence all the stranger.”

“Well, some humans aren’t creeped out at all. Kind of the opposite. They like them a lot. In a, uh, private fashion.”

Jon the human spelled it out for him. “Mating rituals.”

Zhee’s antennae did a complicated dance, then settled in something that looked like disgust. “I was about to ask why, but I’ve decided I don’t want to know.”

“Yeah, best not to,” I agreed. “Anyway! Very useful extra arms. Good for a wide variety of activities. Other humans will likely be interested.”

“Very likely,” Jon agreed.

I activated the hovercart with a nod, and we said our goodbyes. The employees wished me luck. They returned to work while we headed back toward our ship.

Zhee grumbled disparaging things about my species the whole way, but that was nothing new.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

PS: the story with the good ship Hold My Beer is here, if you're wondering about that. It's fun.

#my writing #The Token Human #I probably should have thought up a prank-related story for today #given what day this getting posted #but it didn't occur to me and I already had this idea #plus that might feel like a repeat of 'What’s a Minor Heart Attack Between Friends?' #which I'm going to reblog next just for funsies #anyways the location for this story is partly based on my old workplace #though the noise is on the wrong side of the door #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #humans are space bards #and other such tags #tentacles #prosthetics #in spaaace

[jksprincess10]

Attraction spell || Vampire ! Joel x Witchy reader

CW: DDDNE, noncon/dubcon, stalking, blood play, using blood as lube, ambiguous ending, unprotected p in v, fingering, praise kink, choking, pain kink, rough sex, minimal editing. (around 1400 words)

Divider by saradika

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This place almost feels like it's between life and death. It's overrun by dust, but it's as warm as human flesh.

And you, you look so alive, so warm, as he peers through the window of your small witchcraft store. A lot more curious people seemed enticed by your shop on Halloween day, or Samhain as you'd call it, so he had to wait until things quieted down. Usually, you waited long hours until you had costumers, reading, cleaning, playing with tarot cards. He knew each and every one of your habits. But today, you were a busy bee.

When all the kids leave happily with their pumpkins stuffed with candy, he looks down at his beat-up watch. Only a few minutes before closing time.

You clean your workspace and make sure every herb is in the right spot. You looked at your low candy inventory and grab one for yourself as you start cleaning the floors, a lollipop between your lips.

You do not hear the door open. Weird... usually, the bell rings. But there's a man, alone, in your shop. You try to repress the goosebumps you feel all over your arms and the scream of surprise that threatens to leave your lips.  

His fingers are touching every nick knack, every shiny rock before he looks at you with a smile that makes you uneasy.

He's unnaturally beautiful with deep brown eyes and matching curly hair. You on suck the lollipop one last time before you take it out of your mouth to speak.

"Oh hi there! Didn’t hear you come in. I was just starting to clean before close, but feel free to ask for help." You offer in an overly enthusiastic tone.

Joel watches the red candy closely, drenched in your saliva, before looking at your eyes, where he detects the sweet feeling of fear.

“Sorry darlin’, didn’t mean to startle ya.” He has a southern drawl to his voice; he wasn’t from around here. His accent almost didn’t match his face. “Was lookin’ for a love spell. Hopin’ a sweet witch could help.”

“Hmmm.” You leave your broom aside and turn around to look at your shelves lines with different transparent jars, all labeled in your clean, cursive writing. “Love spells aren’t very ethical. But – I can make an attraction spell for you, does that work?”

You don't hear him move, even though he’s wearing heavy boots, and when you turn around, he’s right there. Crowding you behind the small space of your counter and your wall of shelves. He’s tall and broad, and he makes you feel like a vulnerable mouse he could just crush under his feet. Your breath gets stuck in your throat, and you feel yourself suffocated by his mere presence. Under his cologne smell, you detect the slightest hint of the coopery smell of blood.

You keep your calm. It wasn’t your first time dealing with creeps.

“That works, darlin’.”

“I’ll just need your name.” You move away from him swiftly to collect your ingredients.

“Why?” The man asks, clearly annoyed.

“Can’t put my intention a spell behind without a name.”

“Joel.”

“Alright, Joel, let’s get started.”

You do your best to ignore him as you put the herbs in a small fabric bag. You do your best to ignore your hands that are violently shaking. You do your best to ignore how you’re making a mess on your clean counter, herbs littering the space. Before you can even feel him there, you feel a sharp pain in your neck, like a deep puncture. You almost fall, but strong hands hold you in place, fingers splayed over your stomach.

“What the f-”

“Shh sweetheart, le’me enjoy my meal, yeah?” 

You can’t scream, you’re suffocating. When he pulls his fangs out, you feel weak, but thankfully, he holds you up. You hope this is just a really bad nightmare and you’ll wake up in your bed in seconds…

He licks your neck, cleans his mess. You repress the butterflies in your lower abdomen.

“M’sorry, a man has to eat. Been watching you for a long time.” His voice is deep and rough next to your ear. “Knew just how sweet you’d be.”

He spins you around in his arms, just so you can see how sincere he looks. Brown irises were replaced by a deep crimson that matches the – your blood dripping from his lips.  You try to push him away, but his grip is iron-like.

“You had what you wanted, let me go…” You whisper weakly.

“Hmhm. Don’t have my fill of ya just yet.” 

You spin, too fast. He pushes on your lower back, so the top of your body is laying against your shop counter. You feel his hips against you, he’s so close.

“Please Joel, don’t hurt me.”

“M’not gonna hurt you. Gonna make you feel real good. Stay still.” While he tears off all your clothes, he takes a bite on the other side of your neck, but this time, he lets the blood run down your neck for a little while, watching like a satisfied predator. He uses two of his fingers to collect the blood dripping from the wound, and he uses those same fingers to enter your heat. You’re closing around him, resisting.

“Relax. Not gonna hurt you.” He repeats.

“O-Okay.”

You’re breathing in and out until you’re more relaxed. Joel waits until he feels your walls relaxing to start moving his fingers, stretching you. He curls his digits, finding that spot deep within you. You let out a moan.

“There ya go, hun’. Enjoy yourself.”

You’re wetting his fingers, creating a beautiful potion of your juices and your blood. He thrusts his fingers roughly, in and out, creating a symphony of wet sounds and moans in the empty store.

“Knew you’d be such a good girl.” Joel’s words push you over the edge.

Your walls flutter around his fingers and he feels you getting even wetter. He takes his fingers away from you and spins you around. You’re a wreck: blood still spilling from your neck wounds, completely naked, your clothes torn in shreds by your feet. He smiles, his shiny canines fully out. His lips close around his digits, sucking off the blood and the remains of your orgasm.

His eyes roll into the back of his skull, and you can’t help the deranged thought that crosses your mind: he’s breathtakingly beautiful. But so are most monsters.

“You could’ve at least kissed me before fucking me, Joel.”

“I’m sorry.” But he smirks. He’s not.

Joel’s hands are on your face, grabbing, pulling at you until his lips are crashing against yours, a wave of depravity and sharp teeth scratching your bottom lip. His hands go from your cheeks to your throat, putting pressure there, as if to stop the blood from dripping. The air is leaving your lungs slowly, and you feel like you’re actually going to die, until he props you up on your counter. You watch him with dark eyes as he unzips his pants. He’s tanned all over. You thought vampires would be paler, but maybe it was a myth.

You sit back, resting on your palms as you watch him working his erection. You wrap your legs around his middle and follow his length disappearing between your legs. Your head lay against his broad shoulder. He barely gives you a moment to adjust before his hips are snapping harshly against yours. Pants are escaping from your lips as he moves rapidly. But your mind wanders. To find something that could save your life.

You doubt that the vampire would let you go after this, especially if he’s been stalking you. He pulls on your hair to look down at your face, feeling how you suddenly got distracted. He stills inside you. He knows.

“Whatever you’re thinkin’, doll, you’re not getting out of this.” Joel groans menacingly. 

Before you can react in any way, you’re facing the ground, your face squished against the creaky floorboards, his weight pushing you down.

“I-I wasn’t tryin’ to…”

He pulls on your hair and stuffs three thick fingers in your mouth to shut you up, making you gag.

“Be a good girl and shut the fuck up.” The vampire lets go of your hair and puts his palm beside your head to support his weight. Joel is breaking into your walls again, picking up where he left off at the same punishing pace. His length is so deep, it almost hurts, but the line between pleasure and pain had been blurred for a while now. You suck on his fingers to muffle your screams while he pounds into you violently. After a few more thrusts, he stills and erupts between your walls, filling you up.

Finally, he frees your mouth and lets you turn around, still caged by his massive body.

“Just kill me already.” You whisper weakly.

“Oh no, baby.” He coos in a sickly-sweet tone. “I’ll keep you. For eternity.”

#jksprincess10's spooktober #halloween fanfiction #joel miller halloween fanfiction #vampire!joel #vampire!joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller tlou #vampire fic #dark!joel #dark joel fic #dark joel miller

[spicymambaae]

Shadows of Love Chapter 4/ Part 1: Surrender To Desire

This one will be split into 2 parts just a heavy smut tbh :) --- Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4/Part 2

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"Care to play a game, Detective?"

Karina stared at the text, feeling her heart in her throat. Denial surged within her—this couldn't be Winter, could it? How did she get her number? Karina's mind raced with questions, irritation growing with each passing moment.

With a frustrated huff, Karina's fingers moved across the screen. "Who the fuck is this?" she typed, her tone demanding answers.

Just as she pressed send, a sharp knock echoed through her apartment. Startled, Karina's eyes darted towards the door. The sound repeated, more insistent this time. Her mind raced, entertaining the wild theory about who could be on the other side. The text, the knock — they seemed too perfectly timed to be a coincidence.

Without bothering to check through the peephole, a risky move she'd normally never make, Karina swung the door open, only to find herself face to face with Winter.

Winter, with a cocky smirk that mirrored the mischievous sparkle from the night before, stood confidently on her doorstep. "Detective, it's so good to see you again." A sly smile played on Winter's lips.

Karina, still grappling with the realization that Winter was indeed the sender of the text message, blurted out, “How did you… what the hell? Karina stammered, her voice a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. “How do you know where I live? And my number?"

Winter casually strolled past her, entering the apartment uninvited. "Let's just say I have my ways.”

The detective's frustration deepened, but beneath it, there was an undeniable spark of curiosity. As she considered her next move, she couldn't help but notice the way Winter looked under the bright light of her apartment. She couldn't deny that Winter was even more beautiful in the harsh light. She wore an oversized leather jacket over a white crop-top, exposing her toned belly. Her hair was messy, her eyes filled with lust and a hint of something else she couldn't quite put her finger on yet. Her full lips and the taste of them lingered in her mind.

Karina, torn between frustration and fascination, finally snapped, "You’re such a creep, you know that? I could arrest you for this, you know. Breaking and entering, harassment..."

Before Karina could say anything else, Winter closed the distance between them, pushing her towards the wall. "Arrest me, Detective? Or maybe you just want to see me in cuffs and do whatever you want with me?” Winter’s hips pressed against the detective. Karina bit her lower lip hard to suppress a moan. "But seeing you now in this transparent robe...tsk…tsk…tsk…" the cold beauty said this with a slight mocking tone. “You look fucking sexy in black. Did you put this on especially for me, Detective?”

Winter brought her lips to Karina's neck, and she sucked softly the delicate area of her pulse point, causing her to lose control and moan out loud. She had to stop this before losing control.

"Stop it!" Karina grunted, pushing Winter away. But it was useless, since the brunette pinned her back against the wall. “Are you deaf? I told you to stop, you creep!” Karina said, and tried to push Winter away again, unsuccessfully. And honestly, she wasn't trying very hard to put an end to that. A smug smile was born on Winter’s lips, "Do you hear yourself, Detective? As far as I remember, last night, you were begging me to fuck you.”

Karina's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger.

"You can pretend all you want, but I see it in your eyes, feel it in the way your body responds to my touch. You're drawn to me, Karina." Winter said hoarsely and attacked Karina's lips; who felt her legs wobble. Karina was sure that if it wasn't for the brunette's firm hands on her waist, she would have fallen to the floor.

Jesus! What a breathtaking kiss! she couldn't help thinking as she felt Winter slide her soft, warm tongue into her mouth.

"Shit!" Winter cussed through the kiss, and in a swift motion, her hand moved to the back of Karina's left thigh, lifting it, causing the detective to spread open. Winter closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The “just got out of the shower” scent that exuded from Karina was driving her crazy.

"Ah... Mmm..." Karina moaned when she felt Winter's sex being pressed with an out of the ordinary force against her own. The friction of the brunetes's jeans with the thin fabric of her panties was bothering her, but it was pleasant nonetheless. "Fuck!" Karina moaned in surprise when she felt one of Winter's hands hit a hard spank on her left buttock, making her jump up. The girl smiled and did the same to the other.

"Your ass is so delightful to squeeze." Karina heard Winter whisper in ecstasy. "I want to bite it, lick it... kiss it and spank it, until you can't take it anymore." Winter sucked Karina's bottom lip, and she moaned at Winter's words and at the images of the brunette fulfilling every one of her promises.

"You piece of... God!" Karina exclaimed in frustration when she felt Winter pull away. But then she moaned and gasped without taking her eyes off Winter, who was now kneeling slowly in front of her, distributing languid kisses all over her body.

"Look at this..." Winter said admiringly as she undid the little knot made by Karina in her robe. She sighed when the detective's abdomen became more visible. She quickly brought her mouth to that area, biting a little hard and then running her tongue right after to soften the bite. Karina's pussy throbbed with that act. "I want to lick every inch of your body." Winter murmured between kisses. She then spread Karina's legs a little and brought her nose to the detective's throbbing pussy.

She inhaled deeply that area, making Karina sigh heavily. "You smell so good…You know, I couldn't stop thinking about how good you taste. I can't wait to eat you out until you don't feel your legs."

Karina’s legs wobbled at the promise present in the brunette's seductive voice. Winter pulled the damp silk fabric to the side and touched the tip of her nose on the smooth skin of Karina's sex.

"Ah!" Karina moaned loudly when the brunette brushed the icy tip of her nose against her clit. "Winter..." She grunted impatiently, and Winter smiled, pleased to see her like that.

Even though Winter was loving seeing Karina practically begging, not even she could stand that torture anymore. She pulled Karina's panties more to the side to have better access and then she stuck her tongue out, using the tip to lick slowly, from the detective’s soaking wet entrance to her throbbing clit, trapping it between her lips to suck it hard. Karina moaned loudly and gripped Winter's brown hair, tugging it hard to press her more against herself. Winter moaned against Karina's pussy, delighting herself with Karina's delicious taste and enjoying the violent tugs she gave on her hair.

"Fuck, Karina! You’re fucking delicious." The brunette said, and got ready to suck Karina's bundle of nerves again, but before she could do so, the sound of the doorbell rang through the apartment, followed by loud knocks on the door.

They both huffed at the unwanted interruption. "For fuck's sake... This can only be a fucking joke." Winter grumbled indignantly.

Karina was as frustrated as Winter, perhaps even more, but she quickly pulled herself together. She pushed Winter back, making her fall on her ass on the floor, and then she straightened her underwear and closed her robe again, taking a deep breath.

"Go to the bedroom!" Karina practically ordered. Winter smirked and got up. She inched her body closer to Karina, ignoring the frantic sequences of knocks on the door.

"If I go, will you let me eat you out real good afterwards? Hm? Are you going to let me play with that beautiful, delicious thing you have between your legs?" She asked as she rubbed the tip of her thumb against Karina's still hardened clit. Her body gave a few violent spasms when Winter trapped the little bundle of nerves between her fingers, pressing it lightly right after.

"Just go... please..." Karina asked softly and without a word Winter slowly walked away from her, fading into the dark hallway just as she had done the night before at the “Illusion” bar.

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when will it be MY turn? when will Winter show up at MY door?

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“Temporary Tattoos” - Dazai x GN!Reader ੈ♡˳

Warnings; Implications of (past) self harm, silliness

Description; Doing silly little temporary tattoos with Dazai, inspired by a convo w my bsf

A/N; There's a short conversation summary at the bottom.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You sat on your sink, your boyfriend standing between your legs as he unraveled his bandages from his long arms. The lack of the familiar white fabric often made him feel a little naked because of how often he wore them, but he could care less about feeling naked around you. He trusted you, after all.

In your hands, you held small temporary tattoos Dazai insisted on getting from one of those small little slot machines in the entrances of stores. They weren't all that small, probably about 2 ½ inches wide and tall and had pretty flower designs.

Dazai wiped his arms down with a small, wet, cloth before patting the skin dry, following the instructions on the back of the tattoo carefully. The healed scars on his arms raised the skin ever so slightly, giving it a bit of a bumpy texture in certain areas. You watched as he held the thin cardboard close to his face while he read the small letters.

"Could you please do the transferring part for me, my dear? It's really hard to rub the towel on it without it sliding all over the place." He says, looking at you and handing you the tattoo. You nod and remove the transparent plastic from the top before pressing it to his skin. You gently rub the towel on it, which makes him snicker a little.

"Sorry, it tickles a little. It's moving my arm hairs around." He says, a grin plastered on his face. "Mhm, or maybe you're just that touch starved?" You reply, lifting the corner of the paper to check whether or not it was transferring, deciding you needed to leave it on for a couple more seconds.

"Hey, that would mean you're not doing your part in this relationship." He teases, to which you scoff. "I give you so much physical affection it's overwhelming." You laugh a bit as you continue pressing the damp paper into his arm. You lift it after a couple more seconds, revealing the perfectly transfered art piece on his forearm. "Well, one could argue that point." He sarcastically says, making you playfully roll your eyes.

"And only one would." You sigh. "Do you like it? You know, I put my heart and soul into this." You say, gesturing to the temporary tattoo. The bright colors stand out on his arms, making it very eye catching. He nods, still smiling. "It looks as if it were done by a professional." He says, leaning in closer to your face, meer centimeters apart. You could feel his breath on your lips as he locked eyes with yours, a slightly pink coloring to his face.

You smile at his praise, leaning in to quickly peck his lips before parting. "Well I hope it looks that way, I wouldn't want you walking around with some busted tattoo. And professional temporary tattoo artist is not a profession, you'll have go through the pain and commitment if your really want it perfect." You say, your eyes flicking between his eyes and the tattoo. He scoffs. "Oh wow, babe, do you really doubt my commitment skills?" He says, staring at you, his hands on your shoulders. "Not nearly as much as I doubt your pain tolerance." You say, gently pushing him back and scooching off the sink.

He thinks for a minute before nodding. "Yeah, that's fair." He mumbles, pulling you into a hug. You wrap your arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his head before releasing him from your grip. "I know you very well. Now let go, I wanna get changed into pajamas." You say, patting his back and hearing him groan, but releasing you. "Alright, alright." He leans against the wall as you walk past him and into your shared bedroom to change.

When you finally open the door up again, Dazai pours into the room like water out of a wrecked dam. You jump a little at his very swift entrance, your boyfriend falling right onto you. You smile, holding him and pushing some hair out of his face. "Woah there, handsome! That was close!" You say mockingly, pushing him to stand up right. He laughs and walks over to the nightstand, turning on a small lamp and sliding some rings off of his fingers and placing them in a small jewelry dish. "So you really do like that thing, don't you?" You ask, looking right at the floral art on his forearm. His hand holds onto the lamp, near the bulb as his attention is redirected to you.

"Yeah, it's a shame no one but you is gonna see it though. I can't loose my mysterious element for it, as much as I love it." He says matter of factly, shrugging a bit. "Oh, how intimate." You say, sliding under the the blanket and waiting for him to join you. "I know, right? You're the only person who will ever see that piece of me, baby." He snickers, flicking the light off before you hear a loud gasp.

"Oh my god, babe! It's even glow in the dark!" He says, you can hear the audible smile on his face and surprise in his voice, making you laugh a bit. "Come cuddle with me and give me a closer look." You say, feeling him crawl into your arms quickly at your request. You take his arm into your hand, inspecting the tattoo with a smile..

Convo summary; My friend and I were basically talking about what is really under Dazais bandages. We both agreed that he kinda likes the dramatics and there's a chance he doesn't have anything under those. We were just throwing ideas around, I said something about tattoos but probably not because he specifically dislikes pain, so I settled on a bunch of cutesy little temporary tattoos.

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