#tw. l bombs

[rii-bows]

Let Me Love You

Summary: You're having a hard time believing Saeran loves you... but dont worry, he'll show you

Word count: 2.9k

Tags & TW/CW: Saeran x Reader, NSFW, gn reader, soft sex, mirror sex, fluff, lots of L bombs, aftercare, praising, this is very self indulgent lol

You and Saeran were well aware of the mental state both of you were in. And in short? Neither were great.  

You guys both knew and understood the work you’d need to do to maintain the relationship. Which meant that there were periods where one or the other would have to pick up the other after a bad day. 

For the first couple of days, everything was as normal as things could be. You guys loved each other like any couple would. 

But after a while, it became painfully clear that you couldn't keep up the facade. 

You had inevitably fallen into a depression episode. Compared to your other episodes, you mostly spent this time laying around, not really being able to do anything and waiting out your episode until you were able to function again. This time, you had Saeran but to be honest, it still wasn't any easier. In some ways, it was almost harder to do anything.

When you first started dating, you were the one that was able to commfort him on hard nights. You were the one that talked him through his anxiety attacks and night terrors, but now you felt you set a high expectation for yourself. The expectation to be his caretaker… and now you weren't meeting it. 

Saeran was your partner and vowed to make you happy in any way he could but this was not solvable by just talking it out. You just needed this to pass and wanted him by your side to make it easier. But you were still new to this. 

You didn't know how to just be depressed around someone you loved.

 You wanted to be there for him but when it was a struggle to even do basic human functions, you found it hard to be there for him. 

And worst of all, you just felt needy . You hated hearing that word as you grew up and as you aged, it never got any easier. At first, you appreciated Saeran doing the extra work for you. Cooking you meals, bringing you flowers, laying with you in the morning until you could manage to get up, but now it was all starting to get to you. 

Didn't he feel tired?

After all the trauma he went through, didn't he feel tired having to look after you. You just felt so helpless and weak. He promised to spend eternity with you but that was before you had exposed your mental state. Did he still love you as much as he did before where you were the one helping him stand on his own?

You laid in bed, mindlessly letting your thoughts run rampant in your head as you stared at the bedroom you guys shared. What if he finally just got fed up and didn't come for you in the morning? What if he finally realized how much baggage you carried and no longer wanted to spend eternity with you? How deep did his love truly go?

Right on cue, you heard knocking before seeing Saeran walk through the door holding a plate of what seemed to be pancakes. “Good morning my love, I’ve made you breakfast.” 

You managed to meek out a small thanks before looking away. You felt guilty. You should be the one taking care of him, not the other way around. 

And you knew a relationship goes 2 ways, but it didn't stop you from feeling the familiar burn in your eyes. You quickly tried to blink them away but the blinking quickly turned into tears and tears quickly turned into crumbling against Saeran as he held on to you tightly much to your dismay. 

He let you cry into his shoulder until your throat became dry. You felt so pathetic crying into the shoulder of the person you felt should be doing the opposite. Did he really love you this much or was he just tolerating you. You couldn't stop your tears from falling until you eventually ran out of tears. Saeran held you the entire time, only letting you go when your crying became stuttered breathing.

He held your cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away tears as you attempted to catch your breath.

“Don't you ever get tired of me?” you managed to get out. It was meant to be only a thought but you unconsciously said it outloud as you avoided his eye contact. 

Saeran dropped his hands from you face in confusion as if he had did something wrong. Of course he didn't but you just felt so frustrated in the moment, you didn't mean for your words to come off as aggressive.

“What do you mean?” he asked. He sounded so genuinely concerned. You a

“Me. Arent you tired of having to take care of me?” You told him, trying your best to hide your hurt but it was hard to do so when you had only just stopped crying.

Saeran stared at you as you continued to avoid his eyes. “My love… why would I be?” Maybe it was because he was confused or was genuinely hurt that you questioned his love, but his pause only proved how shocked he truly was. He sounded so soft and you so badly wanted to take back your question but you knew there was no going back now.

“Because well… I mean… you know.” You managed to get out. You knew you had an answer but you didn't really have an answer for him. 

“No. I don't know.” He answered back quickly. He was adamant on his stance. He tried to get you to look at him for an answer but you were to embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He didn't show it but you knew he felt somewhat hurt by this.

You guys sat on the bed for what felt like ages before Saeran let go of the hand neither of you realized he was holding. “I’ll be right back.” You thought this was the moment yout brain had made up. The moment where he leaves you and never comes back and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. That is until he doesn't reach for the bedroom door but rather the closet door.

He pulled out a large mirror you forgot you had stored away and placed it in front of the bed. 

He came back to the bed, sitting his back against the headboard before patting the space in front of him. You tilted your head in confusion before he mumbled “Please, I need to show you something. Take your clothes off”

You slowly striiped your clothes and climbed towards him, sitting between his legs, back facing him. He gestured for you to open your legs so you followed. You still refused to make eye contact with him or the mirror knowing exactly what’d you see. You pathetically opening your legs for him after crying your eyes out over feeling too needy. And here you were, naked and already getting horny and needing his touch.

“God… you know you look so amazing right now right? I wish you’d look at us” Saeran whispered into your ear.

You didn't answer. You were still unsure of what he was trying to do and to be honest, you didn't feel too amazing right now. You loved hearing his compliments but, it only reminded you of how dependent you had become recently. This also felt wildly out of place for the emotional moment that happened not even a full 5 minutes ago. 

He grabbed your chin, gently turning it towards him before kissing you. He tasted like the fruit and pancake batter and you couldnt help but melt against his tongue pushing through your lips to taste yours. 

His hands began to wonder around your body. He began to massage your thigh, coming close to your sex but never quite touching it. You resisted the urge to roll into it but after touching your body a million times before, his touch still felt amazing. 

He placed a couple of quick kisses down your neck before saying exactly what you didn't even know you needed to hear. “I’ll never get tired of you. I’ll never get tired of how our bodies mend together. I’ll never get tired of your pretty face no matter how many tears you shed. I love you more than anything and no amount of anything is going to stop that.” 

You leaned into his kisses and let go of the resistance you didn't even know you were holding. You took this time to finally sneak a peak at the mirror. Saeran looked so… in love. His kisses and touch seemed to soft and intimate and you couldn't help but let out an escaped moan. 

Saeran heard you moan and smiled at you through the mirror, seemingly pleased that you finally peaked. “You see yourself in the mirror right? You see how my hands kneed into you body like it's the only thing I want” You nodded, staring at him through the mirror in front of you watching you squirm against his touch. 

“Good. I want you to look at me and see how much I love you because obviously I havent been doing a good job with that recently.” He pulled a bottle of lube from out the dresser before squeezing a good amount into his hands. “Don’t worry about needing me right now, I just want to show you how much love I have for you.”

He closed the bottle and put it back in the dresser before going back to your sex. You finally let yourself roll into his touch and god did it feel amazing. So this is what he was planning. 

You let out a few more moans, rocking yourself against his hands. Watching you fuck his hand was all Saeran needed in that moment and you could feel his cock rising against your back. You looked so amazing against him. 

“That’s it. Feel my hands against you. Let me love on you for just this moment.” he breathly said into your neck. 

He began to use his other hand to rub your sensitive nipples as he kissed against your neck. Between him massaging your hard nipples and rubbing your messy sex so slowly, you began to feel your climax approaching. You held your hands around where his hands were and began to close your eyes in pleasure. You were so so close. Or at least you were close.

Saeran pulled his hands from off of you and used his other hands that were previously on your nipples to pull your chin fowards. 

“Ah ah, no closing your eyes. I need you to truly see how much I love you. Look at me now.” 

You opened your eyes to look at the mirror. Saerans hand held a loose but firm grip on your chin guiding it towards the mirror so it was hard not to look. 

He looked… beautiful. His eyes were soft and focused on making you feel good. He took his time with you, admiring every curve and shape on your body. He traced his fingers over every mark and blemish the front of your body had before returning to your nipples and touching both of them. You sqirmed against his touch. You wanted him to touch you where he was before but he wouldn't. You lowered you hand in an attempt to touch yourself but Saeran used one of his hands to stop you.

“Nope, none of that either. Right now, I’m the one making you feel good. You just need to tell me what you need, ok love?” 

“Saeran, please, mmm~,  I need you to fuck me.” you manged to get out between him still rubbing your sensitive nipples. 

He was waiting for you to ask him and after being able to ask him without him telling you to, he felt you deserve more. “Alright, alright. But I need you to say these words ok? Whats my name?”

He stopped rubbing you and placed his hands around your hips in order for you to answer properly. He needed to hear you say this. “...Saeran.”

“Good. Now say ‘Saeran loves me’. That's the secret code for now ok? I’m gonna need you to say it whenever you want something from me ok?” 

You were used to telling him that you loved him or him telling you that he loved you, but you’d never had to tell him that he loves you. It felt kind of embarrassing to say but you knew Saeran had a habit of teasing you like this. 

“...Saeran loves me.” you said, but not loud enough for his liking.

“I need to hear you baby. You know I won't continue if I think you don't know how much I love you.” He continued to tease your hole with his cock making very light brushes against your sex. You just wanted him in you and you were almost to the point whered you face any type of embarrassment to get that from him. 

“Saeran loves me- mmph!” you were interrupted by him sliding his cock into you. You fell fowards slightly, his push forward proving he was a lot greedier than he let on. 

“Good job love, that's all I needed to hear from you - fuck baby you feel so good~ “ Saeran leaned over you, using one of his hands to place around your waist while using the other one to hold your hand. You interlocked fingers with him as you slid back against his cock. “Arch you back love.”

He began rocking into your needy hole as you watched him in the mirror. He looked so focused on fucking you, so proudly watching you fall apart under him.

“Fuuuck mmmm baby look at us. Look at how my dick slides into you.”

You watched as he pumped into you, his tip reaching you most pleasurable spot. Each rock followed by you moaning his name. 

“If i didn'tlove you, would I really be fucking into you like this? Do you see how much I love you right now? Tell me how much you need me right now.” 

“Ah~I’m so close Saeran!” you moaned.

“Whats the code love?” Saeran asked between thrusts. 

“Saeran loves me.”

“Louder, I need you to say until you believe it.”

“Saeran loves me!”

“Louder for me.”

“Saeran loves me!! Saeran loves me! Saeran loves me!!” You didn't care how loud you were at the moment. This was the least you could do for him right now and you wanted, no, needed to believe him right now.

“That's right, mmm, that's right baby I love you. Now cum for me, I know you can.” 

Saerans pace became uneven as you felt the wave hit you full force,cumming around his cock inside of you as you moaned incoherent strings of how much you love him. He moved his hand from your fingers and moved it towards your stomach as he fucked into your hole clenching tighly around him until he slowed to a stop. When he slowly pulled his cock out, he was covered in a mixture of both his and your cum. 

He pulled you back up against you, kissing all over your body. In between each kiss he couldn't stop smiling and staring at the mirror. “Look at you. You look so beautiful,you know that right? Come on, lets get you cleaned up.”

He led you to the bathroom, where he prepared a warm bath for the both of you to sit in. Once in, he gestured for you to face him as he cleaned and massaged you.

The both of you sat in silence, enjoying the presence of each other before Saeran spoke up. “You know, my love for you extends past anything you can imagine. I love you and want to spend eternity with you and no amount of is too much for me.”

You only managed to nod after his words.

“Can I hear the code?” he asked softly. 

You looked him into his eyes and unlike before where your words were mostly just from horny brain fog talk, you cupped his cheek and told him. “Saeran love me. And I love you.” 

“That's right, I know you do my love.” he told you, now holding the hand that was against his cheek.

His hands glazed over a mark on your shoulder you didn't realize before before you flinched. Saeran just laughed before touching you more gently. “Look at the lovebites I left for you. If I didn't love you, would I have left these just for you?” He continued to massage your shoulder, being extra careful around the hickies he left. 

Between his soft touches and reassuring words, your body began to tremble again. This time from comfort. You realized how little tension you had in your body compared to the last couple of days. Sitting between the love of your life in the hot bathtub was more than your brain could handle. You unapologetically let your tears flow for once enjoy the comfort you felt in that very moment.

“I love you Saeran,” you began to hiccup. “I love you so so much.”

“I know you do. I love you too.”

The both of you sat in silence as he continued to bathe you. You wondered just what you had done to deserve such a loving partner, but you knew Saeran would put you through another round of “showing you his love” if you said that though out loud. 

“The breakfast is probably cold now…” you thought outloud. 

Saeran facepalmed his forehead in shame. “Damn, I completely forgot about it.” You found it kind of funny how after all of that, he still felt bad over cold pancakes.

“...Can I make us breakfast instead?”

Saeran leaned closer into you, pulling you into a hug. “Of course you can, but lets just stay like this for right now. Ok my love?” 

#ris.fics #mysme.fics #saeran.hours #tw.mirror sex #tw. l bombs #saeran mystic messenger #mystic messenger #minors dni #pls let this one live i actually liked writing this one

[qrcane]

Jaiden “keep yourself safe” Animations

#tw death #<- kinda mostly just them referring to it yk #bolas be like ‘rip bozo L+Ratio+Atomic Bomb vs Coughing baby’ #was originally gonna color this but I’ve still got homework I need to finish ;w: #anyway can’t wait to watch Fit join the chopping block in a week :D #qsmp #qsmp jaiden #jaiden animations #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp bbh #badboyhalo #qsmp bagi #qsmp aypierre #qsmp dapper #qsmp pomme #qsmp empanada #my art

[s-k-e-t-c-h-y-artist]

@wammyweek

Day 1- Memories/ Childhood

TW: Parental Death/ Bombings

On December 12th, 1987 L’s father —a renowned doctor— was killed in an attack on Winchester

After receiving news of her husband’s death, L’s mother beloved it was best that she and her son made an escape out of Winchester.

Unfortunately she hadn’t taken into account that another attack would happen on the same day. The strike, that is now known as the Mad Bombings, killed a large amount of people

L’s mother included.

Though as luck would have it, L Lawliet managed to survive the strike. It is unknown how exactly he made it out unharmed. Weather it was by the help of his mother, his shocking amount of intelligence for his age, or sheer luck, no one knows.

But he lived, and only needed to be treated for the shock of the event.

Soon after that, he was found by Quillish Wammy and taken into Wammy’s House, an orphanage for gifted children.

#Wammy Week 2022 #death note #l lawliet #my art #Day 1: Memories/Childhood #tw: death #tw: bomb

[kittykattropicanna]

girlfriend, i love how we jumped straight to marriage with mechanic!Simon but I'd love to know a bit more about the phase before he managed to lock down his girl for good.

What if, her ex comes looking for her? Some prim and proper, sleek wolf of wallstreet business typa guy appears at Price's Body Shop, recognizing her car and asking about her. No idea how he found her because he usually doesn't go into these parts of town, maybe someone saw her car, maybe she forgot to turn off / delete her location app.

Sees her at the shop and tells her to come home, this part of town is no place for her, he's sorry, the other woman didn't mean anything, he wasn't serious about kicking her out, whatever, you know the drill.

She's not impressed, unfazed, cool as a cucumber because her mind is filled with her new boy toy mechanic!Simon and she keeps drifting off to last night's memory 🤭

Listen, I love a woman who stands up for herself but you really can't expect your possessive new self proclaimed boyfriend and his crew to watch silently while your ex is trying sweet talk and win you back right in front of them, right?

Also, why is Simon being so weird after? There is nothing to worry about, she thinks he's perfect and exactly what she never knew she wanted. I guess she needs to prove it to him by taking matters into her own mouth hands 🤭🤭 pamper him like no one before

Foaming at the mouth at this ask, I wrote the marriage ask before I got to this one because I really wanted to drive home how fast he preposes, but I would love to elaborate about your relationship before he preposes, you’re in a very valuable position and absolutely cling to him for support :((((( it did change a couple of small things to help the story flow better, I hope you don’t mind ;)

Si knows from the start that you're the one :((( you guys act like you've been together since high school even though you've only know each other for a couple weeks :33333 But when your friends start calling, begging you to come back home? telling you that Si is manipulative and a bad guy that's taken advantage of your venerable state >:( of course he gets insecure :((( then your ex shows up?? a man that's the complete opposite of Si, he really starts to doubt himself :((((( lucky you can show him just how much you appreciate him with that mouth of yours ;))))

tw: loosing friends, controlling ex, possessive!Simon, insecure!Simon, sub!Simon (kinda?), insinuated violence, a lot of lore in this one??? so like porn with a plot??, smut, blowjob, face fucking, deep throating, L bomb (like twice??), talk of reader submitting to Si, there's just a lot going on tbh but baby...you're a giver and THATS for sure, basically you're just looking after your mannnnn and he loves you for it

Mechanic!Simon masterlist

Regular masterlist

Obviously your friends call after they hear you broke up with your ex, they can’t find you anywhere and start freaking the fuck out! they love you so much and they’re scared shitless!!!

They only found out you were even missing because you didn’t turn up to brunch on Thursday :((

They called you, and of course you didn’t answer….you were busy ;)))

That obviously raised some alarm bells for everyone straight away, so their next point of contact was obviously your ex!!

Then the reality hit…. You had been missing since Monday night, he kicked you out after a bad fight and nobody had been able to get in contact with you……

Everyone obviously thinks worst case scenario. Car crash, kidnapping,…. maybe you ran away, or god forbid, something worse, maybe you weren’t even alive anymore, I mean, its been fucking days!!!

If someone were to have taken you, you could be out of the country by now, your body could already be decomposing somewhere never to be seen again, maybe they could have saved you if they new sooner :(((( got you the medical attention you needed before you succumb to your injuries…

Obviously everyone is going wild back home, freaking out and doing everything in their power to get in some kind of contact with you. 

But no ;))))

As your phone buzzed and pinged with messages, vibrating on Si’s bedside table as he held your naked frame against his broad chest :3333

You were fine, more then fine actually :))))

“Don’t worry about tha’ baby, answer it later they’ll be fine” Si’s morning voice muffled into your hair, strong arms tightening his grip around your waist and his hard cock pressed up against your bare arse ;))

A couple days after Si saved you and towed your car, everything that happened hit you like a ton of bricks. You were kinda disoriented and fuzzy, still a little shaken by the experience and hadn’t really processed that you were in fact living with Simon now….

The warm feeling of toned arms wrapped around you and a hard chest against your back didn’t register it first….. but you never protested :333

Droopy eyelids snapping open ungodly wide when it all hit you :( like, holy shit, there was no way you’re actually doing this, there is no way you fucked a random mechanic, let him take you home, fell asleep in his bed and then just never left????…. that’s batshit crazy behaviour! 

What made it even more jarring was from day one, when Si stirred awake he’d simply pulling you closer and kiss your temple like he’d been married to you for 30 years :3

There was no awkward small talk, no “you’ve overstayed your welcome now, i’ll drive you to a motel” or “what time do you think you’ll call a cab”, a simple kiss and a “how’d ya’ sleep princess” deep and groggy, a smirk on his lips as he kissed the back of your neck :)))

Your body relaxed instantly, for a man so big, there was a certain gentleness about him, a protective and calming aura he carried so effortlessly, you truly felt comfortable here…. It was such a strange experience but the idea of leaving his bed made you wince :(((

Even the morning routine you quickly created was natural!!

The tea and coffee lived on the top shelf of the cupboard, sitting at his two seater dining table Si happily watched your cute little arse poke out the bottom of his shirt :))) you had to hop a little bit to bring the tins forward, but all he could focus on was your bum and thighs jiggling >:((

He absolutely didn’t strategically place everything a shelf higher so he could see you do this exact thing the every morning….:333333

He was running unbelievably late for work but he couldn’t care less, the whole morning was filled with quick pecks and giddy smiles. From an outsiders prospective, nobody could guess you met a couple days ago :)))) 

Holding your waist as you make his lunch for him :)))) following every instruction perfectly :))))

Whispering “good girl” into your ear and kissing your neck gently as you pack his meal into his work bag, fat cock flush against your arse still concealed in his thick work pants, grinding slowly only relieving him slightly >:(

He wanted nothing more then to take you then and there, but the idea of you having to wait around for the rest of the day :((( thighs rubbing together and needy for him was wayyyy more appealing to come home to :( his such a meany

Leaving £100 on the kitchen counter for you, kissing you before he leaves, whispering into your lips to treat yourself :((

“You’ve had a long couple days sweethear’, get ya’ nails done for me, yeah? Get em’ pink or somthin’, okay?”

Obviously you’re memorised by this man at this point… how could you not be? 

 Agreeing with a slow nod and stars in your eyes as he kisses your nose 

Nobody had ever looked at him like that before….

“That’s ma’ girl, i’ll be home by six”

When he finally rocked up at work, Price was pissed beyond belief, Gaz was working on multiple cars at a time due to his absence and Johnny looked like he could kill him as he sat in Si’s office, a line of annoyed customers leading outside the shop.

Soap new absolutely nothing about quotes and insurance claims and all this other bullshit that Simon dealt with as the manager.

Gaz had a hundred questions for him about what he suggested for certain repairs, it was pure chaos!! 

But Si couldn’t find it in himself to be stressed, walking into the shop with a shit eating grin, completely bricked up and care free :))))

He’d never been happier then in that moment. 

But I want to fast forward to when your friends finally got a hold of you a week after you went missing….

It was the strangest surprise as well as their biggest relief when you answer. 

You were completely fine, they could basically hear you smile through the phone……

You started banging on about how you met this amazing guy named Simon, how his a super gifted mechanic, a complete gentleman and how you’re both deeply in love and never been happier!!

Reassuring them that you’re absolutely fine, better then fine actually, you’re safe and loved and don’t plan on ever going back home 

And all your girls are like 

“Babe….you can’t be serious right now? You’re not in love, you’ve been gone a week! And did you say you moved in with him!? A fucking mechanic!? Have you lost your fucking mind??? What about your job??? What about the entire fucking life you built here?!!!”

And 

“That’s it, give me the address right now, we are coming to get you immediately. You’re coming home and never talking to this weird fucking Simon guy ever again. Got it?” 

Of course they don’t understand:((((( why would they!?

You’ve finally found your person, it doesn’t matter if you have known Si for a week or a thousand weeks. You’re not fucking leaving!

This courses massiveeeee tension in you’re now ex friendship group. 

Half your girls think they should cut you off immediately, staying friends with you only means supporting the relationship and that’s something they’re absolutely not going to do >:(((

The other half think its important to keep in contact with you, they want to be there when you finally “come to your senses” and “need an out”, whatever that means :/….they even insisted on meeting Simon, just to sus out the situation and see what’s really going on, but of course you deny. 

Some even try to convince you that your ex was way better for you then Si:((((( how everyone thought you would end up getting married eventually, how there’s still time to realise you’ve made a mistake, that your ex was more then willing to take you back and everything would go back to normal!!! 

“Babe, this Simon guy is manipulative, okay? You’re emotional and vulnerable right now and his latched onto that knowing you’re going to cling to him for support. His taking advantage of you babe! I know you think you’re in love and that he says all the right things but its an act! Hello? Are you there? Can you fucking hear me!!??’

They’re just trying to ruin everything though >>:(((((( 

Your friends never saw how your ex treated you behind closed doors and they could never understand the connection you and Simon had :(

When Si came home from work to you wrapped up in a blanket and crying on the sofa, he was ready to kill whoever caused you so much pain….when he found out it was actually your friends, his heart ached for his poor girl :(((

“Listen to me petal, look me in the eyes, you don’ owe them anythin’, they jus’ don’t understand, alrigh’ don’t cry baby, come on” 

Wrapping his big musealy arms, covering you in his post work sweat and musk as you cling to his oily work shirt :((((

Of course you end up cutting off your friends. They could never understand what you and Simon had, if they really cared about you, they’d at least act like they were happy for you, not rip into you and try and push the narrative that you’ve been “manipulated” and “taken advantage of” while in a “venerable state” ://

Si absolutely agreed as well :( you didn’t need to worry about them anymore, they’re in the past and you’re moving forward with your life, its not your fault they haven’t grown up yet ://

Plus!!!! He would love to introduce you to Prices wife and the other girls at the bar he regulars…. Sure they may be a little older and all have children but you’re such a mature girl :((( you’ll get along with them just fine :3 

Its definitely not because he wants to bring you around his friends chubby babies, planting the seed in your mind subconsciously, or consciously about having your own little family ;)))

Start taking the steps to really integrate you in his life and friendship circles ;))))))

He knows what his doing :3

You get along with everyone so well too, girls wine nights, being invited over to friends houses for dinner <3

Simon tucking his hard cock into the waist band of his boxes as you bounce one of your friends babies on your hip and coo to them :((((

You would be such a good mama to his babies :( your genetics mixed with his would make the cutest little humans and the image of you pregnant that won’t leave his mind is starting to drive him absolutely fucking feral :(((

Life is so good for you and Si at the moment :((((( of course your stupid fucking ex would come around and try to ruin it for you…..all for him…..

Your ex couldn’t of been more different from Si :(

Clad in a business suit and ridiculously expensive watch, a clean haircut, pure leather business shoes and smelling of expensive cologne, he absolutely stuck out when his Tesla pulled into the shop carpark…. 

An obviously disgusted look on his face as he entered the front office, not trying to hide his disapproval as he looked at the chipped paint that peeled off the walls and the overwhelming smell of fuel that had seeped into everything within a 50 meter radius, buttoning his suit jacket and dramatically watching his step as he walked on the stained concrete that covered the front office floor :////

Your ex was such a pretentious prick >:( if it wasn’t high luxury, he’d look down on it like it was dirt :/

The thing is, he didn’t actually care where you were after he kicked you out, he just assumed you would end up on a friends couch or something. The idea that you would run off with a random “dirty” man and enter a relationship literally hours after he broke things off enraged him. 

But everything changed when he got the news you were living with “Si” a couple hours away and you were “deeply in love” with him. 

He played the “distressed”, “regretful” boyfriend to your friends, trying to get as much information out of them as possible under the pretence of “keeping you safe”

Yeah…..right :///

His ego couldn't handle it! How dare you just move on like he was nothing!!! sleep in another mans bed without regret and start a new life with him not even being an afterthought!!!!>:( 

You were meant to be heartbroken!!! Turn up on his doorstep and beg for his forgiveness as he laughed in your face :((

But you just moved on?????

He wasn't having that. 

You were supposed to worship him, not replace him with some piece of shit mechanic >:(

Your friends fed him a lot of useless information, But there was one sentence that tied it all together. 

In the middle of your rant about how much you loved Simon, you mentioned he worked at “Price’s Motor Repairs”

Nobody had heard of any repair shop with that name from around the area, but it was enough information for your ex to track you down…

Alarm bells went off in Simons head when he saw him walk in. He wasn’t from around these parts, that much was certain, and the way his eyes snaked over his name tag and an almost cocky grin spread across his face, he new something was up and it wasn’t good. 

Your ex definitely turned up at like 5:59, a minute before Si was meant to close just to make it as inconvenient as possible for him >:/

Si never asked about your ex, he didn’t want to know. He didn’t care what his name was or what he did for a living, all he new was that he was a dickhead and that was enough to put him off. You were his now, your ex wasn’t relevant :((((

It didn’t even cross Si’s mind that this guy could possibly be your ex. It was probably just some wanker that broke down while he was passing through. So he gritted his teeth and walked outside to check out this “broken” car 

It felt like a wild goose chase. He claimed there was something wrong with the motor, he checked it out, there was nothing wrong. He then claimed his AC wasn’t working, he checked it out, there was also nothing wrong. 

This went on for about 20 minutes before Simon snapped >:(

“There aint nothin’ wrong with ya’ car mate, get that fuck out of er’ before ya’ start wishin’ ya’ did”

Snarky and satisfied, your ex left without a fight, pulling out of the shop and parking far enough down the street that he could see Si pulling out of the shop and heading home…. Leading him to directly to you without a fight….

He followed behind at a safe distance. Far enough away that Si didn’t notice he was being followed, Poor Si was beyond tired, paired with the dim lighting of the sun going down, he didn’t even notice someone was tailing him:(( he was on autopilot :(

All he wanted to do was get home to you, eat his hot meal that you prepared for him and slug on the couch with a beer, you cuddled up against him and block the outside world out for the evening :((

But after arriving home, the second he sat down for dinner, three obnoxiously loud knocks echoed off the front door.

When you saw he didn’t move, you stood up to answer it for him 

“Jus’ leave it lovie, can’t be anythin’ important this time of night”

You explained there was an older lady that lived a couple apartments down, she started developing dementia and was in the early stages, she could still look after herself but often forgot small things like buying eggs from the grocery store or how to turn the TV on, she asked you for help all the time!!! and you were sure it was just her!! Of course it was! Who else could it be!

Simon wasn’t convinced. There was no way an old lady could knock with that much force.

He followed behind you hesitantly watching you swing the door open with a smile, only to reveal the piece of shit that was at the shop an hour earlier…

Si was honestly confused as fuck for a second, only for it to all fall into place when this guy started calling you “baby” and demanding for you to come home…..

His first instinct was to pull you behind him, he was beyond shocked when your ex grabbed your wrist with force, making sure Si couldn’t move you out of his line of sight without hurting you…

“Baby, you are coming home now, look at the state of this.. this.. drug addicts flat! you’re coming home with me immediately, stop fucking resisting!” Your ex spat getting more and more enraged by the second

You couldn’t go home, you were home, Si was your home :( But before you could get a word out, Si had your ex by the bicep, the pure force of the grip sending him into cold blooded shock, muscles tensing he lets go of your wrist out of pure shock :((

“Get inside n’ lock the door” he mumbled lowly before slamming it so hard the framework shook violently, you swore the hinges could of given way :((((

Once Si finally returned, you could tell there was something wrong :( something about the way he wasn’t all over you like normal, there was a purposeful distance he put between the two of you, almost like he didn’t want you there :((

After poking and prodding him, it all finally came out 

“Ya’ know I could never give ya’ the life that he could doll…. All that fancy shit” a coldness behind his eyes, almost defeat taking over his expression :(

“I know I aint ya type baby, you’re one of them high class type, ya’ don’t belong down ‘ere with me….I’ll drive ya’ back in the mornin, okay? I’m not taken no for an answer, go start packin’’” :((((

He was so defeated, if you could see his heart you could of sworn it was ripped into separate pieces :((

He went on for a good 10 minutes like this, you know he was doing what he thought was in your best interest, but Jesus Christ did it sting :(((

Little did he know your ex was almost £50,000 in credit card debt, you payed for almost everything during the duration of your relationship :((( he never treated you to any sort of luxury like Si did :( never got you flowers or paid for your nails….

He truly thought that your ex had a one up on him…. That you would consider going back to him because of his “wealth”???

Getting off the couch and slowly sinking to your knees in front of him, you reach for the belt of his pants, slowly undoing his buckle :((

His mind is racing so much, so paranoid and distracted that he didn’t notice the sound of the metal being undone :((((

He always focused on your pleasure, making you feel wanted :(( it was your turn to appreciate him, with actions this time :333 

Si completely stops mid sentence when your warm, delicate hand palms his soft cock :(((9 

He looks down at you slowly, all worry leaving his body as he sees you down on your knees, submissive eyes looking up at him threw your eyelashes and pout on your face waiting for his reaction :(((

You could never leave Si :((( you needed a real man :(( you needed the man in front of you with his thighs spread wide and cock hardening right before your eyes :(((

Palming him agonisingly slow, he grinds against your touch desperate for more friction :((( you tell him how you’d never leave him :(((( how his the only one for you and you couldn’t survive in a world like this without him by your side looking after you the way he does :((

Soft grunts leaving his lips as he pleads with you to take out his length and stroke his now hard, aching cock >:(

“I know baby, I was stupid to think tha’, I know, jus’… jus’ pump it for me yeah?’” Growing increasingly desperate as you don’t follow his command >:( telling him you’re looking after him tonight and that he doesn't need to worry :(( how its his reward for being so big and strong, defending you from your ex and being a man :(( that all he needs to do is relax :((

He audibly whines, a sound you had never heard from him before, when you finally slip his girthy cock out of his boxes.. .

You smile up a him as you kiss his tip and squeeze your thighs together at just the thought of pleasing him and not receiving any physical pleasure yourself :))))) 

Letting out a soft feminine giggle as pre cum covers your lips, Si having no choice but to sit helpless and watch the show you’re putting on for him :(((

He could absolutely take the lead if he wanted to, but something about you treating him, sucking his dick solely because you wanted to and not expecting anything in return was an offer you couldn’t turn down ;)

Teasing Si was fun but he deserved more tonight :((((( if it was up to you, lapping at his swollen tip for hours until he finally releases a desperate hot load onto your face would be a dream, but not tonight, Si gets everything tonight ;)

Slowly circling his leaky tip with your thumb, a soft groan falls from his lips as he sinks further into the couch :(((

Pumping him lightly, you place soft kisses from the top of his cock to his base :(((( Si bucking his hips and pleading with you threw his eyes just to suck it :((((( he tries so hard to hide his whines through deep groans but fails horribly :((( he was so tired tonight, emotionally and physically, any self control he would normally have was out the window :((

Taking your tongue, you lick from the base to the tip, salty sweat and pre cum filling your taste buds as your tongue glides up his vainy shaft :(

Si jerks forward a little at the sudden warm contact, throwing his head back as he eases into the warm sensation :3333

Without hesitation, you deep throat his 8 inch length, his tip hitting the back of your throat and your eyes watering instantly :((

Si’s callused hand instinctively grips your hair, rough grunts bounce off your apartment walls as he helped you set a ruthless pace, your mouth being abused and jaw aching from his sheer girth :(((

“That’s it Darlin’, fuck ya’ such a good girl for me, look at ya’ look at tha’ beautiful fuckin’ mouth taken’ me” 

Holding your head still as he throat fucks you, your saliva dripping down your chin and onto the dirty cream carpet that covers the living room floor:(((

Seeing the small bump of his cock appear at the front of your neck with each brutal rut :(( your flushed cheeks and teary eyes make a small cocky smile spread across his face >:( 

You were his! All his! Claiming your throat and having full control over how he fucks it makes his achy balls tighten as they slap against your chin :((

“That prick could never fuck you like I could, he’ll never feel ya’ fuckin throat again” he was so close to his release :((( Si was normally really good at holding off but the possessiveness of claiming your mouth with thick cum was pushing him over the edge in a matter of minutes :((((

Grabbing your hair tighter, he forcefully makes you deep throat his dick, your nose touching his pelvic bone and buried in his musky pubes <3 moans from your full mouth muffled by his cock shoved deep into your throat >:((

He cums hard…slow, deep thrusts as ropes of his salty seed run down your throat, you have no choice but to swallow his semen that his so politely given you :((

With each thrust, he lets out a quiet and strained “mine”. Its more to himself then you, reassuring himself that you were in fact his and his to keep :((

You remove your abused mouth from his cock, slowly pumping his now semi-hard dick with a dopey smile on your face, cum leaking out the corner of your mouth as you innocently look up at him and place a kiss on his swollen tip :))

You look so beautiful, covered in his cum and claimed :)

He leans down to kiss you, a thank you for what you did for him, but before he could even open his mouth you whisper a quite “I love you” into his lips… 

the first “I love you” you and Simon had ever shared :((

Its safe to say he said it back :333

And he says it again with his face inbetween your legs a minute later ;)))

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[hana-no-seiiki]

Hello! I hope you are doing well, I have an idea, feel free to ignore but I hope you like it.

Yandere Male Deliquent x GN Ex Bully

Like he tried to make them explode and being their “true self”, because in the past, when they were younger, they defend him and he became a delinquent just to see them again.

Sorry if my English is bad.

Bye!

YAN! DELINQUENT OC x GN! EX BULLY! READER

Also your English great anon! Dw about it.

AAAAAAA I’ve meaning to do more Yan! Delinquent recently anon!! You read my mind. For those new to my account. I already have a Yan! Delinquent OC named Mori Ban (see tag: hns.moriban) who was the first to really blow up from my yan! ocs. I always loved this trope with yan stories hhh

tw/cw: DDNE, mention extreme bullying, assault, and harassment. (brought out my trauma for this one). i imagine reader to be amab/masc for this one but there are no explicits allusions to that.

Uttering the name [L/N] [Y/N] was enough to strike fear in the hearts of men. Literally and figuratively speaking, your voice was enough to make even the highest of authorities piss their pants. Not only were you capable of destroying a person’s physical body with your very own hands, you were able to dismantle everything from their relationships and reputation to their financial situations in life.

People predicted you to grow up and become an even more menacing, ruthless person. You had the potential, and with the way you were it was simply the natural trajectory.

But like you always did, you broke everyone’s expectations.

You were like the delinquent version Serena Van Der Woodsen. Mindlessly strutting in as if you hadn’t put several companies to bankruptcy because the owner’s kid looked at you the wrong way. Nonchalantly eating your lunch in the same vicinity of your old victims as if you hadn’t shoved their face into the toilet as a way to pass time. Cheerfully waving at the student council president as if you hadn’t constantly blackmailed and assaulted them for several years just so they’d do your homework and projects. No one was safe from you. You had no code. As long as you felt like it, any life could be destroyed.

Standing opposite to your current path was Mori.

He used to be the punching bag of your lesser goons. Known for being weak and poor, only good for his academic excellence.

He grew up to be almost as fearsome than you. Where-areas you were coldblooded, revelling in the pain you brought upon others. He was a lot more morally guided. Sure, his enemies often suffered worse fates physically, but he wasn’t like you in the way he picked his battles. He only brought hell to those that deserved it. Those that hurt other people first.

And then there was the way he treated you.

You technically belonged to the category he dealt with. You ruined dozens, maybe even hundreds or thousands of lives in a whim. You were the devil in a pretty suit of skin. Despite your lack of hostility nowadays, you never apologised or took accountability, never attempted to atone for your mistakes. The only reason why others haven’t confronted you about it was because of fear. They didn’t want to potentially anger you and set off a bomb.

But Mori? Mori could handle you.

After all, he dedicated his whole life to being your equal; serving you, aiding you.

In fact, he was just so disappointed to see you this way. All disgustingly docile and horridly disciplined. What kind of monster tamed you to be like this? Mori chuckled at the thought. No one but him can match you. You must have started behaving yourself for the sake of appearance. All of this was just a façade. If you had truly changed you would have begged for forgiveness to those you’ve wronged. If you had become a better person then you wouldn’t be discreetly glaring at him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

If someone had truly taught you to be a goody-two-shoes he would have killed them ages ago.

“Hey, [N/N]. Sweetheart. How ya doin?” Mori leaned forward. He grew to be quite a ways taller than you and had to lean over to meet you face to face. Much to your chagrin.

“Fine. It’s so nice of you to ask Ban. If you’ll excuse me.” You adeptly moved to the side. You had dealt with this man-child several times throughout the semester already and knew to just avoid him at all costs lest you lose braincells and precious energy talking to him.

However, you could only take two steps before his hands grappled unto your wrist.

“Woah woah woah there. We’re not done yet.”

You don’t look back, and firmly yet calmly stated, “Yes, we are.”

“It’s a little late but we have yet to give you a homecoming party. That wouldn’t be fair for the great [Y/N].”

You turned back. Eyes wide, not of surprise or anger, but from sheer awe of this man’s audacity.

“I know what you want, and you’re not getting it from me right now.” You scowled at his beautiful pink eyes and effortlessly yanked your arm away from him. You didn’t know it yet back then,

but you had already lit the match.

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141+Konig And Alejandro Taking Their S/O To A Luxury Hotel Resort

TW: SFW, NFSW, Implied Sex

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Requested By: @tfforever

N/A: These are all kind of the same, my motivation has been running low again 😭, I'm so slow. I hope you all like it!

Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, Strong Language, MDom, Soft Dom,Daddy Kink, Kissing, Praise, L-Bombs, Oral Sex, Fingering, Eating Pussy, Blowjobs, Dirty Talk, Light Degrading, Spanking,Multiple Orgasms, Missionary, Doggystyle, Cowgirl, Mating Press, Against The Window, Unprotected Sex, P n V

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Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Simon had taken some time off from work and organized a week for you two to get away and go to a luxury hotel. You were stunned by how beautiful the place was and how much stuff was there. Once you and Simon reached the hotel room, you looked outside and had a beautiful view, overlooking the city and pools down below. "Si, you did all this? You didn't have to do all this", You said, looking up at him and giving him a warm smile. "I know but I wanted to. I thought this would be a good surprise plus it's nice getting away from work. I have everything handled here, ok love?", Simon said, with a soft smile and pulled you closer to him, making your back lightly touch the wall. "Thank you, Si", You said, with a smile. He gave you a soft smile. Before saying anything more, you pulled Simon down by his shirt and kissed him deeply, which made him wrap his arms around you. He groaned lightly as he tapped your thigh, making you jump into his arms and lay you down on the bed.

-time skip-

The heated kiss turned into a make out session then to you two taking each other's clothes off. Simon was kissing every inch of your body and kissing your thighs, making them part. You moaned as he threw your legs over his shoulder and began licking your clit with his tongue. "That's it, baby. Moan for me. Let me hear how good I'm making you feel", Simon said, continuing to flick his tongue against your clit before entering a finger inside you, causing you to moan louder. Your hand was running his hair and the other was tugging lightly at the sheets. "Ahhh! Simon.. I'm gonna-",You said, arching your back and tugging lightly at Simon's hair. "That's it. Cum on my face baby",Simon said, as he continued to lick and finger your pussy. You came seconds later and he hummed as he cleaned you up. "Good fucking girl. You taste so good", Simon said, as he cleaned you up and made his way up to your lips, making you taste yourself against him. He was right, you did taste good. "You're in for a wild night, baby. I'm gonna make you scream my name and cum so much that the people next door will hear us", Simon said. He was right, you were in for it.

John "Soap" Mactavish:

John decided to surprise you by coming home early and taking you to a luxury hotel for the week. He thought this would be a good surprise for you and him. Once arriving at the hotel and getting checked in, you got an amazing view overlooking the mountains and pools below. You got into the hotel room and looked over at John, who dropped his bag, looked up at you with a smile. "Baby, this is incredible. You did all this for us? I can't thank you enough I-", You said, before John pressed his lips against yours. "You don't have to thank me, lass. I wanted to do this for us, plus I figured this would be a good break from work and I get to be with the love of my life", John said, with a smile, as he grabbed onto your hips and held onto you. "I love you, Johnny so much", you said, as you began to kiss him again. "I love you too, Bonnie. So much", John said, as he kissed you back and held onto you. You began to back him up and push him onto the bed, which made him grunt lightly. He bit his lip, watching you as you climbed on top of him and started making out with him.

-time skip-

Some time had passed since making out with John. You were still on top of him but at this point, you were riding him, and moaning. John had his arms wrapped around you and sat up slightly, so he could hold you closer to him. He gripped your ass and then with his other hand, he began to rub your clit, causing you to moan louder. "Ahh... Fuck yeah. You feel so fucking good, lass", John said, moaning lightly and began kissing your breasts, leaving small marks on your chest and stomach. Your moans, as well as the skin slapping, echoed throughout the room but you didn't care if anyone heard you. "Ahh! Ahh John.. oh my god", you said, moaning and throwing your head back. "Ahh.. Cum for me, baby. You're doing so well for me. Keep cumming on my cock", John said, leaving small hickies on your body as you began to cum on his cock, leaving him groaning. "Good fucking girl. I'm gonna keep making you cum on my cock and make everyone knows how good your getting fucked", John said, as he had you lay down and climbed on top of you. He kissed you softly. You were in for a long night and let's just say, everybody heard you.

John "Captain" Price:

John wanted to surprise you with reservations at a luxury hotel for a week. He thought this would be a good surprise but he wanted to step away from work for a bit, since he's always working. The hotel overlooked the city,as well as the pools below. Once reaching the hotel room, you helped John get the suitcases into the room as well as your bag then walked over to see the view of the city. It was gorgeous. "John, this view is incredible. You really didn't have to do all of this. I would've been fine staying home", you said, looking up at him. "I know but I wanted to do this for us. I needed a break from work and besides, let me spoil you. I want us to have a wonderful time here. I love you y/n", John said, cupping your face with his hands and giving you his soft, warm smile. You smiled back and said,"I love you too, John and thank you for all of this. Really, this is amazing". John kissed you softly, while you began to touch the sides of his neck and hair, pulling him closer to you. He groaned lightly, as he began to have you walk backwards, hitting the wall with your back. You moaned softly before kissing him again and running your hands through his soft, dark brown hair.

-time skip-

You found yourself still pressed up against the wall. John had been eating you out for quite some time, making you cum twice and you had already gotten on your knees to suck his cock. He led you back up to his face, lifting up your leg and pushing his cock into you, causing you to moan and him to groan. He began fucking you slow and deep, making your moans grow louder and louder. "Come on, puppy. You feel so fucking good with your tight pussy wrapped around my cock. Letting me fuck you how I want. Using you like a whore you are, huh? You like that?", John said, as his pace began to move slightly faster now. "Ahh! Yes daddy! Fuck, your cock feels so good. I'm gonna-", you said, practically moaning and whimpering. "Yeah, be a good girl and cum on daddy's cock. Show me how good daddy's cock feels inside of you", John said as he buried his head into your neck and kissed your neck, leaving hickies throughout your neck and collarbones. You come seconds later, making your legs quiver and shake. "Good girl. You're doing so well for me", John said, kissing you deeply. You kissed him back, holding onto the sides of his face. The rest of the day, you were probably getting complaints from others because of how loud you were.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Kyle had taken time off from work and wanted to spend time with you, away from home. Kyle ended up taking you to a luxury hotel, out of state and surprised you. The hotel was beautiful and once you arrived at your with Kyle, the view from the balcony was incredible. It overlooked the mountains and pools below. You were a bit at shock as Kyle started setting things down and had come over to you, holding you from behind. "So, what do you think, babygirl?", Kyle said, as he kissed your shoulder blade. "This is amazing. I can't believe you did all this for us", you said, turning around towards him and smiling. " I thought you'd like it. It's just you and me, no one else. It's our special place", Kyle said, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You smile and pull him down to kiss you, passionately. Kyle kissed you back immediately, holding your waist and guiding you to the edge of the bed, where you then sat as you continued to kiss him.

-time skip-

You found yourself lying down, legs spread as Kyle was thrusting into you, slow and deep, making you moan loudly. Your hands were touching his back, scratching his back, which causes him to groan and moan. "Ahhh.. baby, fuck you feel so good. I love you y/n", Kyle said, as he looked into your eyes and kissed you softly. "Ahhh! Ahh..oh fu- I love you Kyle so much", you said, moaning and kissing him back. "Ahh fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby", You said, moaning and began arching your back. "Cum on my cock, baby", Kyle says, as he begins to thrust deeper into you and you cum, causing you to moan louder. "Good fucking girl. Now get on your hands and knees", Kyle says,as he pulls out and watched as you turned over, putting your ass up in the air and holding onto the pillows. Kyle smacked your ass hard, making you whimper. He did it a couple more times. "God, your ass is fucking perfect. You look so good for me like this", Kyle said as he began to line himself up to your pussy and began to thrust deep and fast into you, causing your moans to echo throughout the room as well as the hotel. You knew by this point, you'd probably get a complaint but you didn't care.

Alejandro " Colonel" Vargas:

Since you and Alejandro live in Las Almas, he decided to surprise you with reservations at a luxury hotel. The hotel was beautiful and had a beautiful view of the beach. Once arriving at the hotel room, the view you got was beautiful, it overlooked the beach and pools below you. Alejandro put down the suitcase and looked up at you with a smile, while grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. "So mi amor, what do you think? Do you like it?", Alejandro said, as examined your face with a smile. "Ale, baby this is so nice and beautiful. I can't believe you got all of this! Are you sure we can afford all of this? I mean i-",you said, before Alejandro cut you off and kissed you softly. "I have everything under control mi vida, besides we are only here for a week. It'll be fine and I get to have you all to myself", Alejandro said, giving you a heart warming smile. You smiled and pulled him back down to kiss him passionately, which he gladly kissed you back and pushed you slightly up against the wall. He grabbed your thigh and pushed up, giving an entrance in-between you.

-time skip-

Leggings were ripped and you had your hands against the window, tits exposed as Alejandro was thrusting into you from behind. "Ahh! Ahh.. oh go- fuck me daddy", You said, moaning loud and biting your lip slightly. "Buena puta de mierda. Estás tomando mi polla tan bien, dejándome follarte duro y profundo. (Good fucking slut. You're taking my cock so well, letting me fuck you hard and deep)", Alejandro said, moaning and grunting as he touched your stomach and then made his way down your clit, rubbing it slowly, causing you to moan louder. "Ahhh! Fuck.. I'm gonna cum again", you said, moaning, as you feel him spank your ass again, causing you to whimper again. "Puto semen en mi polla gruesa. Extiende esos jugos por toda mi polla. Córrete para mí, nena (Fucking cum on my thick cock. Spread those juices all over my cock. Cum for me, baby)", Alejandro said, as he continued to thrust into you and you cumming seconds later. He hums in joy, seeing how messy you've gotten and how messy you made Ale. "Good job, baby. God, you drive me wild", Alejandro said, as he had you look back at him and kiss him passionately before thrusting slowing in and out of you,again. You knew you'd probably get complaints but it was completely worth it.

"Colonel" Konig:

Konig took a break from work and came home, surprising you with reservations at a luxury hotel as a getaway trip for a week. The hotel was gorgeous. It had a tennis court, pools and a theater. Once you arrive at your room, Konig helped get in the two suitcases and set them near the closet. You walked over to the balcony, looking outside and seeing the view of the beach and small city below. Konig came up being you and held you by your waist. "So, my leibling, what do you think? Do you like it?", Konig says, with a bit of confidence in himself. "Baby, this is incredible! All of it is! I'm so excited that we are here and I get to have you to myself", you said, turning towards him and him smiling at you. "And I get to have you all to myself and enjoy our much needed time together", Konig said, as he bent down and kissed you softly. You hummed and returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. He tapped your leg, signaling you to jump and he picked you up, carrying you over to the bed to continue the heated make out session.

-Time Skip-

Heated make out session turned into your favorite sex position, mating press. Konig kept thrusting his cock into you, as well as leaving marks on your body and moaning. "Ahhh!!! Oh my god baby.. that feels so good", you said, looking up at him with a desperate look and moaning. "Mmm Maus, du fühlst dich so gut. Gott, ich fühle mich eng um mich herum. Du wirst gleich wieder abspritzen, nicht wahr? (Maus, you feel so good. god i feel tighting around me. You're gonna cum again aren't you?)", Konig said, moaning and began kissing you deeply, causing you to moan into his mouth. Without answering, you cum seconds later and you're whimpering. Konig pulls out and sees that you've made a mess on yourself, on him and the bed. "Good girl, my little leibling. Get on top of me and ride me baby. I want to see those tits bounce as you ride my cock and cum again", Konig said, as he lays down and you crawl on top of him and kiss him while sliding back down onto his cock, causing you both to moan louder. You knew you'd get complaints about the noise and the bed banging up against the wall but it was ok. You need him and he needs you.

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[charliesgoodboy]

2170 L. SULI🕷

i wanna be high all the time

would you come with me?

used to stick together

your my best friend,

i love you forever.

song: . . . ılı HIGH ALL THE TIME the neighborhood

TW: reader male leaning(fem welcome), reader is blind, lo'ak gets a little insecure, reader is described as an outcast due to rumors on why he is blind, lo'ak is mad in love, bombing mentions

lo'ak who would find you a long ways pass the shore, on a different island of sand. he only thought him and pakayan knew where this spot was but there you were, your eyes closed as you sat up drawing loops in the sand with your finger. he felt a small ache in his stomach as he'd ask pakayan to move towards you, wanting to speak to you or ask what was the matter with you and why you were all by yourself. your ears would flicker hearing a change in the shore, your finger coming to a stop. "is someone there?" "..yeah," there wouldn't be much of use if you ran, and you didn't even recognize the voice which is what made you back up causing lo'ak to stop moving. were you okay?

lo'ak who would sit beside you, telling you he wasn't anyone who would want to hurt you. hell it took a lot of convincing though, he would understand why you would i mean he wasn't one of the people and he wasn't excepted much in general which is why he was always with pakayan in the first place. "i apologize if i didn't seem welcoming, i couldn't see you." "see me?" "uh-huh, i can't see at all actually." you could tell the realization hit him as you'd hear his breath stop, and an i'm sorry make way into your ears. it wasn't anything new when you'd meet others, though you'd expect him to leave yet he just created new conversation.

lo'ak who would end up laughing due to being ticklish feeling your fingers touch around him. he understood you needed to do this so you would know who he was so he'd let you in. he wanted to speak with you more and if this was a way to do it then he'd let it slide. he wanted to die of embarrassment when your hands got to his. your four handed fingers feeling around his five, he almost pulled away. yet, when you wiggled it around in two of your fingers, his smile was brought back. "what is this? an extra?" "yeah, it's my pinkie." "your huh?" hearing you say how funny the name and the finger was made his heart warm. it was way better than what had been shown to a crowd of people when his family needed a home. "what am i touching?" "pft, my eyebrows." "eye— what?"

lo'ak who would listen to you tell why you were mostly always on your own, explaining that it wasn't because you were blind yourself but it was the reason you were blind. many false words were spread around, the fact you were in an argument with your parents and you were about to kill them so they had to blind you out of self defense, that one was just ridiculous. or the fact you were already at war at a young age, and even that you stabbed your own two eyes yourself to prove something. none of these were true obviously. they were all obnoxious things made out of fear due to others beliefs. "so then what happened?" "a blast, some type of blast. it was very big, very painful. i was far away but i saw it happen. then– then there was this big wave and my eyes were just burning and burning and then i couldn't see anymore." he would feel your hand tighten around his as you told him the rest, saying how you'd scream and kick not knowing it was your mother trying to take you away.

lo'ak who would fall asleep with you forgetting to go home, his arms were around your body so you would know he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. he loved you, and he felt like crying when he'd leave the island only knowing he'd come back again. he was just so used to you already.

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[brokenpieces-72]

Task force 141 gangster! X f!reader

Right. Right?

This is part 2. Part 1 is here.

TW/CW: Mentions of deceased family, power abuse, discipline, shaming, let me know if there’s anything else

It had been about a month of you working with Soap and his gang, meeting a couple of others and doing some more graffiti. You can’t lie, making some graffiti that took shots at your so-called peers, was nice. All the while you took note of anything and everything you did with Soap and other thugs. You reported it all in and eventually Graves made his way into the gang himself. Any interaction you two had was kept as strangers. Until you retired for the night. Then he was at your apartment ready for a report. Everything was scribbled down and noted, and you’d either hand him the papers or relay it verbally.

One night it was pouring and despite Soap offering to let you stay the night at one of the hideouts you insisted on returning to your own apartment. You ran quickly through the cold freezing fall rain. Maybe staying with Soap couldn’t hurt. Simple text to Graves letting him know of a change in plans. No. Rain or shine you were determined to prove you could handle anything. As you walked through the alleys you came across a large crouching figure, and a mangy cat. The figure petting the cat, while trying to keep it dry with an umbrella. You’d heard about Simon Riley before but never brought him up with Johnny. Too much risk of blowing your cover. Now here he was petting a stray cat. Softer than you had given him credit for. The cat noticed you watching though, and before could turn and see you, you bolted. The last person you wanted to suspect you of anything was Ghost.

You arrived at your apartment, tired, wet and cold. You opened the door and saw Graves inside waiting and pacing.

“The hell have you been?” He asked, southern accent strong as always.

“I got held up. Sorry.” You said taking off your bag.

“Report?” He asked.

“Can I change first?” You asked.

“No.” Graves orders. He’s barely wet himself, likely took his own car to get to your place.

“There’s nothing to report. Same as before.” You explained.

“There’s something to report. Where did ya go, what did ya do today, who did ya talk to?” Graves asked and you felt your body and patience saying, ‘done’.

“I met two other gangsters, Alejandro Vargas and Rudolfo Parra. They mentioned medicine but didn’t go into much detail, not enough to confirm drug trafficking. We had a few meals, and they asked me about doing another art bomb.”

“You getting paid for it?” Graves asked.

“No. I offered.” You closed your eyes as you realize that you let it slip. If you were getting paid they could get an arrest. But offering…

“You offered to vandalize for them? Are you fucking kidding me Y/N?” Graves is pissed. “This isn’t an art exhibition this is an investigation, get that through your fucking head!”

“It gets me closer to them.” You exclaim. “If I offer services for free they don’t question it, they think I’m a street artist.”

“You’re a glorified tagger and you have been at this for month with nothing to fucking show for it!”

“And you do?” You asked. Emotions took over before you could stop it. Graves was in the same boat as you. But he was also your superior. He marched up to you getting in your face.

“Watch your fucking mouth sergeant, or the next time you’re on the streets you’ll be begging for change. Understand me?”

“Yes sir.” You said quietly.

“You want to prove yourself so much I’ve given you that chance. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Yes sir.” You repeated.

He opened the door to your apartment to leave before saying, “You make your father look like joke being his kid…”

Graves slammed the door closed and you stood there. You’re dripping on the floor for a few minutes before you go to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up, hanging your wet clothes to dry and taking a warm shower, before curling up in your bed. You sit there for a moment, and think about what Graves said.

“You make your father look like a joke being his kid.”

You sniffle, wiping your tears.

Your father was a great man and a great cop. He was a greater dad. When he passed you felt that becoming a cop was the only way to honour him. Following in his footsteps put a great deal of expectations on you. Ones you never seemed to reach. Graves was your father’s partner. At first you felt he was keeping you safe, not wanting to lose his late partner’s kid. Now you weren’t so sure.

You feel your phone buzz and it’s a text from Soap.

S: Hey kid, you get home okay?

Y: Got drenched. Took a shower, warming up.

S: If you get sick, text me. I’ll bring some food over.

Y: That’s okay I have food.

S: Can’t wait to see what you come up with for the Los Voqueros. Nite.

Y: nite.

You lay back in bed, and think for a bit. You have to remind yourself that Soap is a criminal. He has to be. The police were doing justice. You were doing justice… but you aren’t. You’re running around with criminals, doing art commissions.

You needed to step up. You needed answers.

“Alejandro?” Rudolfo called over his boss, from his computer. Alejandro looked over his shoulder.

On the screen was your file. Your police file. Alejandro cursed under his breath.

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[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 22: Oliver's Auction

Masterlist

September 1925

TW: captivity, restraints, human auction

"There haven't been any vampires in the room for some time, sir," Oliver noted.

Miss Lily checked her fashionable wristwatch. "Oh, that's because the auction is about to start. But you won't be up until the end. We're to wait here until it's close to time."

"The auction's starting, sir?" said Oliver, with a lump in his throat and a knot in his stomach. At least while he was being presented to vampire after vampire, he felt as though he had a tiny bit of control of his fate. Now, it was out of his hands. Now, he was edging ever closer to being taken away to be a servant for a vampire -- or to live out the rest of his life mind wiped in an animal pen.

"You're thinking again, dear," said Miss Lily.

Oliver nodded vigorously.

"Would you like me to put you to sleep until the time comes?"

An easy decision. "Yes, please, by all means, sir, that would be very merci --"

When he woke up again, he was backstage, standing in the wings of an auditorium. In front of him, he could see a man kneeling on the ground, his hands cuffed behind him, his face expressionless. And the patter of the auctioneer was ringing in his ears...

"Two thousand, two thousand, do I hear twenty-five hundred? Twenty-five hundred, twenty-five hundred, I hear twenty-five hundred from the gentleman in the red hat, do I hear three thousand, three thousand, c'mon, gimme three thousand, lookit him, lookit the neck, do I hear three thousand -- three thousand, yes, to Miss Peacock Feathers, lovely hat miss, do I hear thirty five hundred..."

"Can I go back to sleep, sir?" he asked softly, his throat dry at the sight. He couldn't see the audience past the spotlight of the stage. All he could see was a poor, restrained man being auctioned like cattle. He thought he might faint. He thought he might be sick. Miss Lily was ignoring him, holding onto his leash and looking all business.

"Do I hear four thousand, do I hear four thousand? Going once, going twice, sold to the main in the red hat!" The hit of the gavel was as loud as a bomb going off.

"And now, the merchandise you've all been waiting for!" said the announcer. "The last lot of the evening, so dig real deep into your pockets for this one. Triple-A graded blood, finest we've had in this house for a long while, submissive in nature, takes well to thrall, expertly trained by our very own lovely Miss Lily -- Lot Seven, Oliver Pines!"

"Stand up straight. Walk in pace with me. Look docile. Don't say anything. Make me money," said Miss Lily, and she was striding onto the stage, and Oliver, unable to do anything but obey, walked after her in perfect pace, even though his knees felt like they would give out at any moment. The lights in his eyes blinded him as Miss Lily took him center stage. He still couldn't see anyone. Couldn't see who was there. Who was interested. Who was not.

"This is the kind of choice thrall you don't see every day, folks, so we're going to start the bidding at nine thousand big ones. He's worth every penny -- nine thousand, do I hear nine thousand --"

For a moment, Oliver couldn't decide what would be worse, being bid on or not being bid on --

"Nine thousand from our lovely lawyer extraordinaire. Do I hear ninety-five hundred, ninety-five hundred..."

Lawyer -- that was Miss Ruth -- and the bids began to fly. Ninety-five hundred from the woman in the pink dress, ten thousand from the woman in a pinstripe suit, and --

"I hear ten thousand five hundred from Lord Jameson! Do I hear eleven thousand?"

Cold fear ran through Oliver's veins. Lord Jameson had bid on him. Lord Jameson had bid over ten thousand dollars on him. Lord Jameson had bid ten thousand dollars for the chance to turn him into a mute, illiterate blood bag.

He found it hard to focus, numbers swimming in his head. Miss Ruth bid again. Lord Jameson bid again. Description he didn't recognize. Stranger. Miss Ruth. Stranger. Lord Jameson. Lady Jessica.

None of these descriptions sounded like Lord Alexander at all.

"And I hear fifteen thousand from Lord Jameson. Fifteen thousand five hundred, do I hear fifteen thousand five hundred, c'mon it's only money, lookit this thrall, you can smell his blood from here, do I hear fifteen thousand five hundred --"

Someone bid. Someone bid. Someone bid, please. Someone, anyone but Lord Jameson, please -- it doesn't have to be Lord Alexander -- it can be Miss Ruth or anybody --

"Going once -- and is that sixteen thousand? Sixteen thousand from Lord Alexander."

He could have collapsed in relief on the spot. He tried to see Lord Alexander in the crowd, but he was still blinded by the lights and woozy from terror.

"Seventeen thousand from Lord Jameson!"

Lord Jameson was still bidding. He was bidding seventeen thousand dollars just to drink his blood.

He could feel Miss Lily discreetly grabbing the back of his dress, trying to keep him upright, correctly concerned that he might faint at any moment.

"Eighteen thousand from Lord Alexander! Nineteen thousand from Lord Jameson! Do I hear twenty -- twenty thousand from Lord Alexander!"

"You're insane!" The sound of a chair being violently turned over accompanied the yell. "You'd pay twenty thousand for a stinking thrall?"

"You're welcome to stop bidding." That was unmistakably Lord Alexander's voice.

"Twenty thousand is a goddamned joke! I could buy three faefolk for that price!"

"Then buy three faefolk," said Lord Alexander.

"Fine!" yelled Lord Jameson. "Take your lousy thrall and enjoy him while you can."

The auctioneer, who had paused for this bit of juicy drama, resumed. "So we have twenty thousand from Lord Alexander, the highest price ever paid for a human thrall in this venue. Do I hear twenty-one thousand? Twenty-one thousand? Going once, going twice, sold to Lord Alexander!"

The gavel sealed Oliver's fate.

He now belonged to Lord Alexander.

Miss Lily caught him as he finally did faint.

Part 21 >> Masterlist >> Part 23

Thanks for reading this story about a man whose life has been forever altered.

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[video-game-kids-tournament]

Round 1, Match 1:

Kid with a gun vs kid with bombs!

FIGHT!

Here's their info pages!

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[kyriethesquishysquid]

Betrayal Never Felt So Good (König/Fem!Reader) Chapter 5

You can find Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here, Chapter 4 here, and Chapter 6 here!

Word count: ~9.5k

Rating: Mature

A/N: Lots of slice-of-life fluff, and of course, some lovely smut to level out that sweetness as well. In the next chapter or two, we will be confronting some more serious topics so let’s enjoy these fun times for now! Also, I’m sorry this turned out so long but I hope it makes up for the lack of posting this week!

Fun fact, there’s a little scene in here where the reader reminisces on discovering that König liked that she was plus-sized. You CANNOT convince me that the giant that is König wouldn’t love a woman he knows he can throw around without hurting, someone with a little extra curve for his massive hands to hold onto. If you disagree, shhhh. It’s my HC and let me be delulu lol. 

Also also, if you’re interested in hearing the song referenced on the car ride, I’ll link it here! Any of my mask/obsessive/stalker kink lovers will get a kick outta the video I think. 🤭 The lyrics match obsessive König to a fucking T babes!

TW: IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ AS THERE ARE NEW POSSIBLY TRIGGERING KINKS!

Discussions of weight and being chubby - both in a positive and negative light. Reader has to confront anxiety and bad feelings. Reader’s sexuality has never been talked about but in this chapter, it alludes to her being -at the very least- slightly attracted to a woman. Lots of emotions. THE L BOMB! Smut, oral, rough sex, face sitting, multiple orgasms, size kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, dom/sub, creampie, BREEDING KINK AND BREATH PLAY! I promise those two trigger warnings will not be used often, so if those aren’t your cup of tea you can easily skip over the end of the smut in this one! Pet names (in English and German), bad German translations bc I’m STILL a lame monolingual American, and STILL no beta because we die like jackass Graves.

Crappy Translations:

Arschloch - Asshole

Dummköpfe - Fools/Idiots

Maus - Mouse

Schatz - Darling

Liebling - Love

Süßes mädchen- Sweet girl

Scheiße - Shit

Du hast keine verdammte Ahnung, wie sexy du bist - You have no fucking idea how sexy you are

Ich würde die Welt für dich niederbrennen - I would burn down the world for you

Weißt du, wie sehr ich dich füllen möchte? - Do you know how much I want to fill you?

Du würdest so schön aussehen, wenn du mit meinem Baby schwanger wärst - You would look so beautiful pregnant with my baby

Oh, verdammt, ich komme! - Oh, fuck, I’m coming

“What are the chances we are together again, hmm?” Amy asked, grinning as she bumped her elbow against yours then whispered, all conspiratorial, “Not that I’m complaining. It’s good to have another woman around these meatheads.”

“Right?!” you groaned back to the redhead, eyes darting to said men loading up the SUV, “They must have noticed what a badass team we make when it comes to paperwork.” 

“Alright, chatty Kathy, let’s get it goin’.”

Max hooked an arm around your neck as he walked by and dragged you to the vehicle with him, not releasing his hold no matter how hard you fought until right at the doors. 

“I can fucking walk by myself you know?” you bit out with red cheeks.

He snickered and retorted, “I’ve seen you walk into glass doors before, kid, I don’t trust a single thing you do.” 

There was a sense of satisfaction at the guttural groan he released when your elbow landed perfectly in his gut and you took the chance to jerk the front door open, hopping in and locking it before he could do anything about it. 

“I call shotgun,” you sang gleefully. 

When the driver-side door opened, you couldn’t bite back the smile that grew on your lips, trying to hide it with a little cough instead as König slid his massive frame into the too-small spot. You’d never seen him in a “small” vehicle before, much less the driver seat. It was amusing to watch him mutter little German curses under his breath as he adjusted the seat back until his long legs were comfortable and his head wasn’t crammed against the ceiling.

“Coulda let me drive,” Horangi called from the very back row, seated next to Luke, your other teammate.

You grinned as König simply tossed the operator a scathing glare before finally starting up the SUV.

“Alright, let’s get this road trip on the way!” Amy cheered from her seat behind König.

“You know this isn’t actually a road trip, right?” Max teased her.

“You know you’re annoying, right?”

Eyes brows lifting in surprise, you watched as the two began playfully arguing. Soulless Ginger, Meathead, and other tasteful nicknames were tossed back and forth as they bit into each other verbally. They’d been like this since your teams had met up this morning and you were almost one hundred percent certain it was instant sexual tension that caused it. 

Your gaze traveled to König and you subtly tilted your head back to the duo, silently asking if he was thinking the same thing as you. The only answer you got was a slight shrug before he handed his phone your way. 

“Put some music on to drown out those dummköpfe,” he instructed you quietly. 

A wave of something sweet and longing warmed your chest as you unlocked his screen to open YouTube. It was domestic, really. This was the most normal thing you’d done with him in the entirety of your relationship. Sure, it was all a guise to cover up the mission your teams were on, but you were going to soak up every last drop of normality. 

When you were first approached with the mission details, you were worried about being in such close proximity to König around others for so long, but then Graves had made it clear that you all were going undercover, as a group of friends camping out in the woods for a few drunken nights of fun while in reality, you would be gathering intel on an Ultranationalists’ base deep in the valley. That meant you were free to do whatever it took to sell your cover from the time you left base until you all made it safely back home. This afforded you two some leeway. Friends could talk. Friends could hug, lean against one another, and enjoy each other's company. Sure, you couldn’t just kiss him in front of everyone, but being able to spend time with him was honestly just as good. 

Max’s cry of pain tore you from your inner thoughts and you quickly brought up one of your new favorite artists, a German rapper you had rediscovered while deep-diving to learn more of the language in hopes of impressing König. As the first heavy notes of Devilish Polo’s Bei Dir hit, you locked the phone screen and set it down on the console, letting your gaze turn out the window as the music filled the vehicle. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like it had interrupted Amy and Max’s little lover’s quarrel but at least it covered the noise for the most part. As the first hook ended, you could practically feel König’s eyes on you, as heavy as ever when you started singing along with the first- and your personal favorite- lyrics of the main verse.

“Du weißt, du kannst nicht entkommen, Bin für immer in dei'm Kopf.” &lt;em>(You know you can't escape, I'm in your head forever.)</em>

Your German wasn’t anywhere near perfect but it was passable enough after practicing, enough that he would understand that you knew what you were saying. You turned to face him when his gaze got to be suffocating but you couldn’t hide the satisfied little grin curling up the edges of your lips.

“Problem?” you asked sweetly.

It’s clear he was itching to say something, his sharp blue eyes dark and heavy as they flicked from the road back to you, and you watched contentedly as his big hands tightened around the steering wheel. 

“Interesting song choice,” is all he muttered after a moment. 

You gave a little hum of agreement and replied, “Yeah, I found it a couple weeks ago. I <em>really</em> like the lyrics.” 

You know you were laying it on thick but the way his hips subtly shifted in his seat and the little “Scheiße” let you know you’d hit your intended target. It had been a guess, albeit an educated one, but something told you he would enjoy a song about possession and obsession as much as you did, especially considering it was in his native tongue. From the moment you had heard it and translated the lyrics, you’d been dying to share it with him, mind filled with images of your bodies coming together to the beat. 

A hand over yours dragged you out of the deep dirty recesses of your mind and your eyes widened slightly before you schooled your expression. The way you were angled with your hand resting down against the cupholders, there was no way any of them could see your hands together unless Max or Amy leaned forward really far. Your heart thumped heavily in your ears as you carefully turned your hand so your fingers could intertwine with his, breath catching when he squeezed a little too tight before releasing back to a comfortable hold. 

“Warte nur, bis ich dich später erwische,” he rumbled lowly, eyes narrowing as he watched the road. 

You weren’t sure what he said but god did it ever make you wanna say fuck the mission and drag him to the nearest hotel. Unfortunately, reality struck with the loud laughter of the four in back, as Amy screeched about throwing Max out of the car if he didn’t stop and he retaliated with a threat of cutting her hair in her sleep. As annoying as the random outbursts were, you were still on cloud nine. König at your side, friends and acquaintances having a good time in back, it just felt… right. As you rubbed your thumb along his, you couldn't help but question if maybe one day he’d actually want to leave the military life so things like this could become more common. 

…

“You’re sure this is okay?” you questioned for the fifth time, cradling the bottles of vodka close to your chest for safekeeping. 

“For the last time, yes!” Max groaned, “This first night is practically R&R before the real shit starts. We might as well live it up while we can, brat.”

It felt wrong to be allowed to drink while on a mission but he did have a point, as insufferable as it was to admit that. Admitting defeat with a small nod, you waved him off and continued to the other drinks, set on grabbing a couple chasers and waters to last you through the night. 

Your intense studying of the sodas was broken by a sudden grunt as your hand came into contact with something soft when you swung the door open. Lips parting in shock, you looked over and found the something soft to be a man. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you-”

He chuckled deeply as he made a show of rubbing his stomach but muttered, “It’s fine.” 

“No, it’s not, really!” you groaned, shutting the door and stepping in closer, “Did I actually hurt you? I don’t think I could cause any lasting damage but I <em>am</em> a nurse so I could check it out?” 

Concern for his well-being shifted suddenly into concern for yourself when he grabbed the hand reaching out for him and placed it on his stomach, now firmer than before as if flexing to show off. Heh. If only he knew that your boyfriend could break his spine in one fell swoop.

“See, no harm done,” he said brightly, “Besides, it’s not every day I can say that I got literally hit on by a woman as hot as yourself.” 

You instinctively jerked your hand away into your chest and forced on a weak smile. 

“Uh, thanks. I’m- I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you sighed, “If I can pay for your drinks or something to make up for it…?” 

Brows burrowing over his dark green eyes, he took a step closer, a pensive expression crossing his face. 

“Now that you mention it, you could make it up to me by letting me take you out for a drink.”

Of course. Fucking hell. You tried to politely decline him, explained that you weren’t from the area when he pushed even harder, and even offered to just throw cash his way, but none of it was working. 

“Look, I have a boyfriend and-”

“Where’s he at then, because I don’t see him?” he asked, voice deepening with something dangerous as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“He’s outside, he’s-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the man let out a shriek much higher pitched than you’d ever imagine coming out of him. As soon as your eyes opened, you found König pinning him to the cooler door. 

“H-Hey man, we- we don’t gotta do this,” the creep tried weakly. 

König’s eyes softened as they looked over you and he asked, “You okay?”

“Better now,” you replied, sliding over to rest your palm against his lower back, “He’s not worth it.” 

The noise he let out was a clear indicator that he completely disagreed with your statement but you could feel the way some of the tension seeped out of his muscles as you started to rub his back. 

“Come on, let’s just get back on the road,” you urged.

When he finally released the guy, the smaller man nearly tripped over himself as he tucked tail and ran for the door. It was hilarious, honestly, but the amusement drained once you caught the worried look in his eyes. 

“He didn’t hurt me,” you promised him. 

König snorted but didn’t reply, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you along to the back where he practically threw you into the women’s single restroom. 

“König, we can’t bring this in here! I haven’t paid-”

You barely registered the sound of the door lock clicking before your back slammed against the metal,  eager hands taking the bottles out of your grasp. He put them aside, god knows where, only to grab your hips and lift you onto his waist. You barely caught the sight of his gaiter being drawn down before his mouth was on yours. 

“I can’t fucking take you anywhere without men tripping over themselves to talk to you,” he snarled, “Do you know how fucking frustrating that is?!” 

“K-”

He silenced you by shoving his tongue into your mouth, welcoming each eager moan you let out like it were better than oxygen itself. His hands slipped down to cup your ass and a shiver ran down your spine as he massaged your globes gently. 

“König,” you whined, “We- We can’t- we don’t have- time to-”

 Despite your objections, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him in closer. It’d been almost a month since you’d properly touched him and you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t been thinking about this since you were given the mission brief from Graves. 

“Then we will <em> make time</em>, maus, because I am not leaving this room without hearing you moan my name, do you understand?” 

Eyes rolling back in your head, you gave in with a weak whimper when his hips ground against your cunt, the hard seam of your jeans being pushed perfectly against your clit by his growing erection. His nose brushed against yours, his mouth so close you could feel his breath panting across your wet lips yet just far enough to deny you the kiss. Digging your hands into his shaggy blonde locks, you tried to pull him forward to no avail.

“Say you understand, Süßes mädchen,” he demanded gruffly. 

“F-Fuck, König, I- I understand, just- please!”

Your words were silenced by a sudden pounding on the door, your heart clenching in pain at the sudden shock. Neither of you moved, eyes locked as your face burned hot. And then they knocked again. 

“If you two are done fuckin’ in there, we’re ready to go!” Max sang quietly. 

“Jesus fucking- Just give me a second,” you shot back, unable to keep the frustration out of your tone. 

Well, fuck. The cat was out of the bag, at least to Max. Hopefully, you could get him alone and talk to him about it before he said something. You trusted him, a lot, so if you could just get him to <em>agree</em> to keep it quiet, you believed he’d keep the secret. You could hear him cackling to himself as he walked away and instantly slumped against König with a whine. It wasn’t even half a minute later before his hand was on your face, fingers and thumb pressing into your chubby cheeks as he lifted your head and stared into your eyes keenly. 

“Tonight, keep your tent opened for me,” he breathed.

“U-Uh, okay,” you murmured in shock. 

Another soft kiss and you were set down on the floor, left to watch in awe as he pulled the black gaiter back up. 

“Oh, hey, lean down,” you murmured, crooking your finger at him.

Lifting a brow in confusion, he did as asked and you giddily fixed his out-of-place hairs from your actions. 

“Didn’t wanna leave you with almost-sex hair,” you teased. 

His chuckle ran shudders down your spine, straight to your cunt, and you silently cursed out Max for ruining your first alone time with König in weeks. Letting out a sigh, you collected the vodka bottles and followed the big man out to the register, snagging a two-liter of Sprite from one of the aisles you walked through on the way. It would have to be good enough. You didn’t want to hold up the group any more than you already had. 

König took the drinks and set them up with his other stuff as the cashier started to talk to him, drawing your attention from him to her. She was pretty, like, really pretty; Could be a model pretty with her long blonde curls, bright green eyes, and petite figure. For a moment, you couldn't figure out if you wanted to look like her or date her more. 

“Did you find everything okay?” she asked, her voice warm and soft.

“Ja, thank you,” König replied simply.

Aaaaannnd she instantly melted. No one was immune to him it seemed, not that you could blame her. Without his sniper hood and kit, he looked much more approachable, his beautiful blue eyes unmarred by the usual eye black and his tousled blonde locks basically begging to be touched. Add in the fact that he was six foot eight, about two hundred and eight pounds of pure muscle in a tight black shirt and khakis, and the Austrian accent to boot, no male-attracted person <em>wouldn’t</em> want him. 

“I’m glad to hear it! Haven’t seen you around these parts before. You new to town?” she pushed on, a cute pink now decorating her cheeks. 

König made a non-commital noise and muttered, “Passing through.”

The cashier began rambling on about all the things to do in the small town but you tuned her out when you noticed König tapping his fingers rapidly against his thigh. He was quite good at guarding his expressions but apparently not his body, his movements screaming anxious or annoyed. He’d talked with you a little on the subject when you mentioned getting anxious over meeting your trainer for the first time, but you’d never really been in a situation where you saw his. 

Hesitantly, you reached out and brushed your fingers against his, waiting for a reaction before you fully committed to the action. You wanted to help but you weren’t sure if a public display of affection would just make it worse. When he grabbed your hand, his gaze met yours and you saw that familiar little crinkle appear by his eyes, his lips quirking up under the fabric. 

“Danke, meine liebling,” he said softly, squeezing your hand.

“So your total is twenty-eight thirty.”

The cashier speaking broke the comfortable little bubble around the two of you. Flushing softly as you saw the annoyance in her glare, you apologized to her for getting distracted and let go of König to grab your wallet from your purse only for your hand to be smacked away. Confusion brought your head up when you heard the beep of the card reader and watched him take the bag from her. 

“I was going to pay for that,” you mumbled, arms across your chest as you pouted. 

König chuckled and leaned down, resting a hand on the dip in your back to lead you out as he murmured lowly, “I know, but you will not pay for a single thing while I am here.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know? I do have my own money.” 

“Ja, but you are mine, and I always take care of what’s precious to me,” he replied smoothly.

Butterflies stormed your belly and you found it impossible to hold his gaze as he opened the glass door for you, urging you through first. What was this man doing to you? Treating you like a princess in bed was one thing, but to have him doting on you like this the rest of the time too? It was going to take some getting used to.  

“Have a good night! Don’t forget to stop by on your way back through!” 

You had to give it to her, she didn’t give up easily. If only you had the same gumption. You couldn’t have even imagined talking to König, let alone hitting on him, if he hadn’t been the one to initiate the conversation. 

“Thanks, have a good one,” you called back as König gave a half-assed little wave, letting the door shut behind you.

The warmth of his hand left your back as you approached the SUV, Amy and Max smoking at the back while Horangi and Luke yelled about something to do with cake from the back seat. 

“All good?” Amy asked.

You saw the mischievous look in Max’s eyes as he took a drag off his cigarette and lifted a single brow. 

“Yeah, everything good?” he parroted, a much more suggestive tone to his voice. 

Barely containing the urge to strangle him, you forced on a smile and nodded in reply. 

“Peachy, König had to rescue me from a douche bag but otherwise-”

“What?!” “What!”

Both were instantly at attention, Amy practically clucking around you like a mother hen while Max mumbled about figuring out who it was so he could “just talk to him”. It was adorable honestly. 

“Guys-”

“He’s gone,” König interrupted, a tinge of amusement in his tone as he walked by to get to his door, “Practically pissed himself on the way out.” 

Once they were certain you weren’t hurt, they finished their cigarettes and you all climbed back into the SUV. König instantly passed you his phone again, a silent understanding that you’d control the music, and you were on the road once more. 

“Oh, shit, did you see that cashier though?!” Luke cried suddenly, as if having a revelation. 

Horangi and Max instantly leaped on the topic. 

“Dude, right?! What a smoke show!” Max jeered eagerly, “She knew it too because there was no denyin’ the way she was tryin’ to show us her ass to get that pack of Marlboros.”

Amy let out a groan that matched the way you felt about the subject matter. At least they weren’t being too gross about it. You could imagine Amy, like you, had heard too much from the guys you worked with. 

“And what an ass it was,” Horangi groaned then raised his voice, “I bet the big man had an even better view down her top too, ain’t that right, König?”  

König went stiff beside you and you did your best to not react as you spotted the slight flush peeking over his gaiter. You could practically feel the nerves rolling off of him in waves, or were you projecting your own onto him? Did he usually talk about that kind of thing with Horangi? Not like you could really be upset with him if he did. Nobody knew about your secret relationship, and it wasn’t like looking at other people was illegal anyway. You could only imagine the beautiful women he worked with at KorTac. Fuck, take Amy as an example. She was gorgeous, and you had no doubt his fellow military members were attractive as well, especially since they all had to keep up a certain fitness level. No, you couldn’t- wouldn’t- be mad if he did the usual guy talk with his friends, but it didn’t make the knot of jealousy and insecurity in your chest any less painful. 

He made a non-commital noise in reply and Horangi burst into laughter. 

“I knew it! She try to pick you up too?” Horangi snickered.

Max slapped his leg and added, “She practically begged Horangi and me for a threesome.” 

“Think she’d be down to run a train if we-”

“Okay, enough!” Amy snapped.

When you looked back in surprise, you felt your heart tug in empathy at the deep red patches across her face. Yeah, she definitely felt the same way you did. 

“You have two women in the car with you assholes! Can you not be disgusting for five minutes?” she added on, “God, we don’t want to hear the way you talk about women as if we’re just pieces of meat for you to fuck.” 

The guys quieted down, a clear look of embarrassment or discomfort on their faces. 

“She’s not wrong,” you added quietly, “It’s just… it’s weird to hear.” 

Max was the first to break the silence, nudging Amy gently as he said, “Hey, I’m sorry. Don’t worry though. You’re fitter than her by a long shot.” 

It was clear he said it to ease the tension and thankfully it worked, Amy’s face darkening again but with a little smirk curling up the ends of her lips. 

“Shut up, you… man,” she shot back with a groan. 

As everyone seemed to relax back into normal conversations, you busied yourself on your phone for a distraction. Scrolling Instagram for a while helped somewhat calm your thoughts, but they came back instantly when you felt König’s fingers touch yours. 

Fuck. As you slid your fingers between his, you did your best to calm the emotions brewing in your belly. It wasn’t like you were mad, or even jealous really, you just felt… inferior, mentally comparing yourself to her. 

“Schatz?” he asked quietly, drawing your attention up.

The concern in his eyes made your heart ache. He knew you so well that it was honestly scary sometimes; a subtle reminder of how much effort he put into understanding you because he liked you <em>that</em> much. Despite being able to have anyone he could want, he chose <em>you</em>. Tapping your thumb against his, you flashed him a little smile. 

“I’m okay,” you assured him.

He seemed unsure of your response but, thankfully, dropped the subject. However, you did notice him holding your hand a little tighter and looking over at you even more until you made it to the drop-off point.

“Alright, remember to take everything. We are not coming back here until the camping trip is over,” König instructed as he slammed his door shut, “If you forget anything, that is on you.” 

“Copy, sir,” Luke replied.

The process of unloading the car took even longer than loading it had, and you really started to feel the fatigue of the day hit during the trek to the camping spot. They had determined that approximately five miles in from the usual campgrounds would be far enough out to avoid strangers dropping in but close enough to claim they got lost if they <em>were</em> discovered by anyone. It also left them about three miles from the supposed Ultranationalist’s base. Smart, but tiring nonetheless. You were suddenly quite happy for all the cardio and training you’d been doing with Max because, before that? You would have never been able to make the hike. 

“We’re here, sir,” Max said suddenly, lifting his GPS toward the colonel.

Thankfully the chosen spot was in a little clearing, not perfectly flat but better than sleeping directly on tree roots and rocks. A silence fell over the group as you all worked on assembling your tents. You and Amy were the only ones with a separate tent all on your own. Horangi and König shared a big one while Luke and Max did the same. By the time the last tent was up and ready, it was already starting to get dark. 

“Okay, fire time, anyone here a pyromaniac?” Horangi asked.

…

“Okay, okay! Never have I ever… slept with someone the same day I met them!” Amy said with a grin, eyes gleaming with the flames before her.

Max cried something about “unfair” while Horangi and Luke just took their shots with a sigh. Immediately your eyes went to König, blushing when you realized he was already staring at you. You subtly lifted your glass to him before downing the shot, grinning when he did the same.  

“Luke, your go!” 

The blonde leaned back and stared up at the sky for a second before a wide grin crossed his face. 

“Never have I ever received anal, and by that, I mean actually taken a dick or dildo up the ass. Fingers don’t count,” he finally said. 

You barely caught your mouth from dropping open in shock when Horangi, Max, and Amy all took shots. 

“Really?” you asked curiously.

“Yeah, you haven’t?” Max shot back with a snicker.

Cheeks heating up, you shrugged in reply, suddenly feeling a little out of place. 

“Hey, not everyone likes it, it’s not a big deal,” Amy assured you, “I don’t even really, I just did it for a guy a few times.” 

“I just haven’t really trusted anyone enough,” you explained.

“Oh, yeah, trust is definitely a big thing,” she agreed. 

Max popped open his last beer and took a long drink, eyes surveying the group as he made a show of thinking over his question. 

“Ah, got it! Never have I ever faked an orgasm!” he cried.

Both you and Amy immediately groan, taking the shot like good little troopers. You were surprised to see Luke take a drink as well. 

“Damn, both of you? Really?” Horangi hissed, “That’s harsh. Like, with a one-night stand or-”

“I don’t really do that so… no,” you replied with a shrug, “Been left high and dry by friends with benefits and relationships.”

Amy grimaced and said, “Yeesh, mine was at least with a guy who didn’t know me well. Fuck, if I’m gonna have sex with him more than once, he’d better know what he’s doing or there won’t be a third time.”

A laugh bubbled out of your throat, nearly spraying Sprite from your mouth like a fountain until you clapped a hand over your mouth and groaned. 

“Annyywaaayyy, on that note, I’m gonna turn into a pumpkin,” Max sighed, dropping his now empty beer bottle in the growing pile between him and Horangi. 

“Already?” Luke groaned. 

“Yeah, man, this has been fun but I don’t wanna be hungover tomorrow,” Max explained. 

As he got to his feet, you followed suit, telling the group you were headed to bed as well. Really you just wanted the chance to talk to Max about König and you. On the way over to the tents, you pulled him to a stop. 

“Hey, about earlier-”

“I’m not goin’ to say anythin’,” he cut in, smirking down at you, “Big guy deserves happiness and so do you.”

Blinking in shock, you stammered through questions until you finally asked, “What?”

“König; I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy,” he explained as he pushed his hands into his pockets, “He’s a good guy once you get passed the happily-murderin’-people thin’, and I know that he’s not goin’ to hurt you, so I’ve no reason to say anythin’.”

At that, your brows furrowed. 

“You knew König before today?” you asked. 

Max stared at you as if you were stupid for a second before he groaned and said, “Shit, he hasn’t told you yet? I thought you knew there were some of us keeping an eye on the Shadows?”

“No, no, he told me that, I just didn’t know that <em>you</em> were one of them.”

“Why else do you think Declan’s shit got aired when it did? Not only was the guy a creep, but König didn’t want someone he couldn’t trust bein’ alone with you that often,” he explained, “Thus, voila, me!” 

Things slowly began to shift into place; The reason he was so insistent on training you properly, always keeping an eye out for you, and treating you like a sister. You weren’t sure how you felt about it. You knew König had spies inside the Shadows, and had admitted to using them to get to know you, but he was still manipulating your life even now? Why didn’t he just tell you? 

“Don’t be upset with him, aye? He’s just lookin’ out for you,” Max said suddenly, clapping a hand down on your shoulder.

“Yeah, no, I’m not mad,” you replied instantly, “Just… confused.” 

“That’s fair. Anywho, good night, oh and if <em>you</em> hear anything comin’ from Amy’s or mine, no ya didn’t,” he snickered, throwing a wink your way when you made a face. 

“Yeah, uh, okay then. Good night.” 

The two of you parted ways and you crawled into your tent with a sigh, thoughts rushing a mile a minute. You were honest when you said you weren’t upset at him, but you definitely wanted an explanation as to why. Turning on your little lamp, you used the light to dig through your bag until you found the black nightie you’d thrown in last minute. It was the only remotely sexy thing you had to sleep in and you wanted to be wearing something other than ratty old pajamas if König stuck to his word and actually joined you. Thankfully, it was pretty warm despite the time of year, so you were only slightly cold before you buried yourself in your sleeping bag and blanket. As you got comfortable, you listened to the sounds of the others talking and laughing, and despite your best efforts, you found your eyes fluttering closed. 

The next thing you knew, you were woken by the sound of a zipper and the tent rustling. At first, you thought about screaming until you heard a soft German curse by your feet. You sat up quickly to find his shadow struggling outside the tent. 

“H-Hold on,” you whispered, crawling forward to open it from your side, “I’m sorry, I thought I’d left enough room to get it open.” 

“It’s fine,” he replied.

Watching his giant form crawl through the tiny ass entry to the tent was probably the funniest thing you’d ever seen. He zipped it back before turning to face you, the lack of space in the tent making his proximity seem even closer. 

“Hey you,” you murmured softly, putting a hand out his way. 

He pulled your hand forward and placed a little kiss on your palm as he rumbled, “Hello, meine schatz. I would have been here sooner but Horangi wouldn’t stop talking about some football game- Ah, it does not matter, I’m just glad to be with you now.” 

You agreed quietly as he crawled to close the distance between your bodies, pushing you back onto the blanket as he did so until he was hovering over you with his hips firmly against yours. 

“I am sorry for earlier,” he said suddenly. 

“Hmm, earlier?” you asked, caught off guard by the statement. 

He gestured behind him and said, “Them, their talk about that woman. I could tell it upset you.” 

Well, shit. You weren’t sure how to respond to that. 

“And for the record, no, I did not look down her shirt,” he added, leaning down until his lips were barely brushing yours.

You couldn’t help but giggle at that. 

“I wasn’t upset about that, König,” you assured him softly, “Though I wouldn’t blame you if you did. She <em>was</em> very pretty. It was mostly just how they talked about her that bothered me.” 

He made a noise low in his throat that made your skin tingle. When his mouth finally met yours, it was rough, teeth clacking and tongues battling. One hand planted itself by your head while the other wrapped around your throat, tilting your head up to give him better access to the furthest back parts of your mouth. You couldn’t resist rolling your hips up in search of friction and were rewarded with the delicious pressure of his hardening cock. When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting for air.

“Scheiße, why would I ever look at her when I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here?” he groaned, fingers giving your throat a little squeeze before trailing down your chest, “Nobody could compare to you, kleine maus.”

“F-Fuck!” you gasped out as he pinched your nipple through the nightie. 

Your chest was heaving with both lust and emotion as he slowly slid the strap down, revealing your breast to his hungry gaze. 

“Look at this, I barely touch you and your body reacts so perfectly to me,” he groaned softly. 

As his fingers slid over your tit and squeezed, you pulled him into another eager kiss, your nails scraping down his shoulders to his back as your legs wrapped around his hips. As sweet as his words were, you’d gone too fucking long without him and you needed him badly.

“Have you seen <em>you</em>?” you teased breathlessly between kisses, “You could just be sitting there and I’d be wet for you, meine lieb.” 

The noise he let out sent chills down your spine, the animalistic growl doing nothing to help the need growing between your legs. He suddenly pulled back, dodging as you tried to follow him for more and you couldn’t help but pout.

“That reminds me. You played a very naughty game earlier,” he said sternly, “That song? Where ever did you find that?” 

Grinning proudly, you replied, “I was looking up tips on learning and speaking German and I got distracted by German music and then I found that one. It just… It was kind of ironic, you know? Also, ya know, pretty hot.” 

“How did it go? Du weißt du kannst nicht entkommen, bin für immer in dei’m kopf, du beugst dich über ziehst am spiegel, während dessen zieh ich zopf” &lt;em>(You know you can't escape. I'm in your head forever. You bend over pulling at the mirror while I pull on your braid).</em> 

Blinking in shock, you quietly reply, “Uh, yeah. How’d you remember that?” 

A devilish smirk crossed his face as he finally leaned back down, but he changed his directory quickly to bring his lips to your ear instead.

“I may have listened to it a few times while Horangi was rambling,” he whispered, breath teasing your ear lightly, “Ich will, dass du weißt. Ich bleib bei dir. Ich bleib bei dir, baby, ich bleib bei dir.” &lt;em>(I want you to know. I’ll stay with you. I'll stay with you, baby, I'll stay with you.)</em>

“Oh <em>fuck me</em>,” you hissed, reflexively coiled back to stare up at him in awe. 

Not only had he paid attention to the song, but he had learned it in less than an hour. And he could fucking <em>sing<em> like <em>that</em>?! While his voice was beautiful normally, his gravelly tone fit the song so well that it almost sounded like it was made for him. Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss when he started kissing down your neck and humming bits of the song in between. 

“König, please,” you whimpered, fingers threading into his hair as he bit into the side of your breast and sucked. 

“Yes?” he asked, voice dripping with amusement. 

“I need you, please, now.”

Your efforts to pull him closer were thwarted when he pulled back once more, leaving you to glare up at him in frustration. 

“Not yet, scoot over,” he instructed, patting your hip until you begrudgingly moved to give him room. 

Tugging off his shirt, he tossed it aside before laying down on his back, unbuttoning his pants as he motioned you closer once more. You wasted no time climbing over his hips, a grin tilting up your lips at the way your thighs burned with the stretch to fit over his. 

“Ah-ah, nein, come here,” he grunted, taking hold of your waist.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you let him lead you up his body until you were hovering over his chest but when he tried to get you to move farther, you stopped. Unease settled in your chest when he tried again.

“What are you doing?” you asked blankly.

“I want you on my face, now,” he retorted sharply.

Hands sliding down and around, he cupped your ass at the same time as he arched his back, using the momentum to practically throw you forward until you were on hands and knees at his shoulders. 

“Are you fucking serious?”

He let out a huff of a laugh and retorted, “Yes? Why do you seem so surprised?” 

Your eyes widened in shock and you gestured to your body emphatically. 

“I’m not a tiny woman, König, I could hurt you… fuck, I could <em>kill</em> you!” you snapped, face burning hot as his eyes traveled over your form. 

A heavy sigh escaped his lips when he finally rolled his gaze up to meet yours, irritation clear in his eyes slowly melting away as his hands began kneading at your ass. 

“Schatz, you are not going to kill me, nor will you hurt me,” he muttered, “I am more than capable of moving you off if I had to, but I will not need to. Now, come.” 

He made it seem to be cut and dried; Like you wouldn’t be literally restricting his ability to breathe, like you wouldn’t have <em>all</em> of your weight on such a delicate part of the body. 

“I- I can’t,” you whispered with a shake of your head. 

“Why are you resist-”

“I have big thighs, König, and I know you’re fucking muscle man but what if you lose too much air and you aren’t coherent enough to move me away in time and–”

A sharp slap against your ass had you crying out before you could stop it, the stinging pain radiating through your cheek something fierce as he started to rub the area. Tears welled up in your eyes as he did it again but on the other side. You slapped a hand over your mouth in preparation for more, not wanting to be too loud. As he massaged that too, the pain slowly settled into a low ache that made your pussy throb. König speaking tore you from your inner turmoil and you listened intently. 

“I need you to trust me, meine liebling,”  König demanded, tone leaving little room for argument, “Now, get up here or I will continue to reprimand you until you are unable to even sit tomorrow.”

“You wouldn’t!” you hissed, earning a blank look from the big man, “Fuck! For the record, I don’t feel comfortable doing this.”

Despite your words, you let him guide you the rest of the way until your bare cunt was level with his mouth. Fingers squeezed and rubbed at your soft cheeks as he hummed in reply and pulled the nightgown up to rest above your hips. 

“Good thing I don’t care what you want right now.”

Your brain short-circuited in response. Sure, König had always been the dominant and controlling one, but it was always with you in mind. To hear him blatantly state that he was ignoring your concerns was startling… and yet somehow hot as hell. 

He rumbled happily as he pulled you down just shy of sitting on him.

“I’ve been kept well informed about your daily activities and those little boys who think they can win you over.”

The first stroke of his tongue startled a little yelp out of you and you were quick to cover your mouth again, afraid of waking up the fellow campers nearby. His chuckle vibrated your clit in a way that had you almost falling completely against him but you managed to strengthen your legs at the last second and braced one hand on the ground. 

“They- They weren’t-” 

“Nein, do not lie to me. I know about the flowers and the invitations,” he snapped. 

With a little huff, you retorted, “Then you know I threw them away and rejected them, yeah?” 

“That is not enough. They deserve to be <em>flayed alive</em> for even daring to ask you out. The same goes for that arschloch who tried to hit on you today. As if a single one of them is worthy of you, or capable enough to worship this pussy like I do. I am going to remind you just why you belong to me, and why you are only one for me.”   

A little voice in the back of your head dared you to speak up, to tell him it wasn’t their fault they didn’t know you were taken because you had to hide your relationship, but that thought was thrown out the window when he suckled tight on your clit. 

“S-Shi-”

You muffled your little moans again as your other hand found his resting on your hip. Sliding your fingers between his, you slowly let your body relax and allowed him to draw you down even closer, earning a hungry growl from the beast below you. Bit by bit, he coaxed you into rocking your hips. Every movement was met with praising noises from the colonel and it made your anxiety slowly drift away. 

That familiar coil began to tighten in your core as he lapped at your clit faster, broad tongue deft and strong in its motions. It had been way too long since you’d felt his touch and the situation wasn’t making it any easier, the thought of being caught by either of your teammates one that invoked panic and lust. 

You tried to swat away his other hand from where it came to rest on your lower belly, pressing at the extra plush you weren’t comfortable with, but he was too stubborn. He did this the last time you were together too, seemingly understanding how uncomfortable you were with your weight and rolls but refusing to stop touching them. He said he liked how soft you were, that while you were tiny and breakable, he felt better knowing you had that added layer of protection from him and his… excitable tendencies. It kind of hurt, at first, to hear him admit that he noticed that you were indeed chubby but he took his time to <em>prove</em> without a doubt that he saw it as a good thing, something he actually enjoyed on you. The fact that he’d gotten hard while kissing each part of your body that you found imperfect made believing him somewhat easier. 

“O-Oh, oh fuck, König, ju-just- mmh!” 

Biting hard into the meat of your palm, you couldn’t resist giving in completely to your desires, hips moving of their own accord as you chased that growing high. Unfortunately, he tried to say something and, although muffled, his noises instantly broke the spell. 

“Oh god, what? Are you okay?!” you squeaked in shock.

When you tried to move to give him room, his hands clamped down so hard on your hips that you actually cried out and smacked him reflexively. He loosened his grip just enough but didn’t bother letting you go, urging you into moving again. It took a second to calm your heart but once you were certain he hadn’t been calling out for air, you let him pull you back into the waves of bliss. Every stroke of his tongue had your toes curling, little needy mewls of pleasure panting against your palm as your nails dug into the back of his hand. Without really thinking, you reached down and snagged a handful of his hair, pulling him closer as those familiar pulses steadily pushed you toward the edge. 

“König, god, fuck, please baby, I- I-”

Once still, his hands jerked you down until your pussy was flush with his face and his tongue thrust into your core, grinding your clit against his nose with each rut of your hips. It was almost unbearable. Embarrassment tried to rear its ugly head as your thighs clenched around his face but the sudden aggressive moans König let out were enough to fuel you on. 

When it finally hit, it hit hard. Your hand did nothing to stifle the pure, unadulterated ecstasy pouring from your lips, nor the heated mantra of his name as you rode his face. He pushed you through wave after wave of pleasure until you clawed at his hands to release you, escaping from his clutches and falling to the ground beside him in a messy pile of sweat and whimpers. 

König didn’t sound to be in much better shape, his breaths as heavy as yours, but within a minute he was over you, shoving your knees to his chest with one arm while the other tore down his pants and pulled himself free of his boxers. A peek of guilt flashed in your chest as you took in his red, disheveled appearance, but it was as if he sensed it, eyes immediately locking onto yours as he lined up his cock. 

“Du hast keine verdammte Ahnung, wie sexy du bist. Ich würde die Welt für dich niederbrennen,” he panted, “I will spend the rest of my life proving to you how beautiful you are, how much I love you.”

Before you even had the chance to react, he thrust forward and buried himself in your cunt with a heady groan. Your hand once again found its place over your mouth as you nearly screamed his name. Sobs broke through your fingers and your other hand found the silky fabric of your sleeping bag, nails scratching and embedding themselves in the fabric in some last-ditch effort to keep yourself grounded.

“Look at me, Süßes mädchen,” he growled, a slight tremor vibrating through his form, “Let me see those beautiful eyes while I wreck you.” 

You tried to listen but the moment he drew out and slammed back in, your eyes instinctively shut against the pain and pleasure. It felt like he was breeching your cervix but the pressure against your g-spot felt so good it nearly canceled it out into something pleasurable. Fabric was no longer enough. You needed more, your hand coming to grab at his wrist and digging your nails into his flesh with a whine. 

“Eyes, Y/N.”

Though hazy and tear-filled, you managed to force them open and found him watching you closely, lip bitten his lips as he groaned softly and started fucking you slowly. The slow pace didn’t continue long, much to your simultaneous relief and downfall. When he shifted and pushed your legs further back, it tore a moan from you both. His cock hit that same sweet spot over and over as you clenched around him and the tears finally broke through. 

“F-Fuck, yeessss, there!” you keened weakly, arching into him with the help of his hold, “So- so good. Ohmygod. König, please don’t- don’t stop, Jesus, don’t ever stop!” 

A devastating snarl filled the air as his thrusts grew violent, fingers squeezing your soft thighs so hard you’d certainly have unexplainable bruising in the morning. That thought alone squeezed your walls tighter around him in need. 

“Scheiße!” he hissed suddenly, jerking his hand away from yours. 

Startled, your eyes popped open only to find him staring at his wrist in awe, fresh drops of dark blood running down his arm. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I-!”

In the next breath, your legs were down around his waist and he was leaning over you, one hand on the ground and the other on your throat so hard you could barely think over the pounding of blood in your ears. 

His voice sounded inhuman as he growled your name and bit out, “Don’t apologize, ever. It is an honor to drive you so mad that you wound me. Mark me all you want, maus, I will wear them with pride.” 

Oh. Oh, that was new. You managed a weak little nod before you lost yourself in his touch, rolling your hips up to meet his as the sounds of bodies slapping muddied the air. 

“I feel you tightening again, schatz, do you want to come for me again? Hmm? Going to be my good girl and come so I can fill this pretty little cunt?”

A little positive squeak was all you could make out under the pressure of his hand but it was enough. Every point of his body against yours felt like pure molten lava. Every thrust of his hips rubbed perfectly against your clit. It was heaven and hell in the best of ways. 

“Pl-Please!” you gasped out as you felt that spark flickering to life. 

“Ja, that’s it, taking me so well,” he grunted. 

It was obvious how close he was, the waver in his voice and the way his pace faltered, and his grip tightened just enough to cut off your air supply. Fear became reality for a moment, but when he cried your name, it was over. Your head slammed back into the ground as you silently screamed for him. The world felt upside down when he suddenly released your throat and the blood rushed back into your head, your lungs panting for much-needed oxygen only to whimper his name with reverence. 

“Weißt du, wie sehr ich dich füllen möchte? Du würdest so schön aussehen, wenn du mit meinem Baby schwanger wärst,” he groaned, voice taking on a high pitched whine, “Need to fill you, breed you, bitte, bitte, can I?” 

The moment your brain registered what he had said, a third orgasm hit and you jerked him into a frantic kiss, ignoring the need for breath. Hearing König say that he wanted to breed you? Instantly, logic was gone. It didn’t matter that you were on birth control and couldn’t get pregnant. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than for him to come in you so deep that you’d never be completely rid of him. 

“Bitte,” you whimpered back, “König, bitte, yes!” 

 His reaction was instant, voracious moans pouring into your mouth as he started pounding you so hard it actually hurt.

“I love you so much,” he growled darkly, “You’re mine forever, you know that, ja? Mine to love, and protect, and fuck, and breed. Gott, you’ll look so fucking beautiful, all round and soft and pregnant… fuck, with <em>my</em> baby. Mine- Oh, verdammt, ich komme!”  

A sob broke through your lips as he buried himself with one last thrust and your walls clung tight to him as he throbbed deep in your cunt. His whines filled your ears like the sweetest symphony, hips twitching and breaths shaky as he rode out his orgasm. 

Pressing a much softer kiss to his mouth, you bumped your nose into his and pushed your forehead to his. If asked later, you would swear that it was at that moment you knew that you were one hundred percent irrevocably and undeniably in love with König. You wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him, to act on his wishes, and to have him as the father of your children and as your life partner. You would do anything and everything to keep him, to make him as happy as he made you.

Fingers coming to thread into his hair and massage his scalp softly, you whispered against his lips, “I love you too, König, so much.”

#könig #cod smut #könig x reader #cod fanfic #könig smut #könig fanfiction #könig cod #betrayal never felt so good

[h0w4m1h3r3]

can I get uhhhh...

drunken confession with dust and killer?

Ofc!! I didn't know if you wanted them at the same time so thas what I did-

TW/CW: short, alcohol, stupid end, swearing, l-bomb

Reader notes: swears alot, drinks, gender neutral

2nd person

Laying your head down on the bar, you breathed deeply and sniffed a bit. You had some new bar buddies, one on either side of you.

One of them, the one on your right patted your back.

"Y'know, I just love 'em sooooo much. And, and, I-I just can'tell 'em." You sniffed more and the man to the right of you kept rubbing your back. "The're so great an' I don' wanna ruin the friendship. I like both of 'em too, I don' wan' 'em ta think Imma slut or somethin'."

"i'm sure they won't. they probably love you back." The one to your left finally spoke.

"Naw, it's killer 'n' dust. Real tough guys. Ya know 'em?"

Both hummed in affirmation.

"Don' tell 'em tho'. They're awesome but real assholes too."

"you should tell 'em yourself. I know 'em pretty well, they do like ya. Alot." The one massaging circles into your back spoke this time.

"Alrig' funny mannnn. I don' believe ya one bit. I'm no' a fuckin' idiot..."

The shouting and music got louder suddenly. Your head spun and nothing made sense.

.

.

.

The throbbing of your head woke you up with a start. You were exhausted. Basically dead. Opening just one eye made the headache worse, the light from the window stinging your dry eyes. You let out a long groan.

"rise 'n' shine sleepyhead. I'm all for a nap but you've been out almost thirteen hours now."

Killer!

"wha... what..?" What was killer doing in my house

"you crashed at my place with dust last night. better be thankful we kept ya outta trouble or ya might be in someone else's bed."

Did you sleep with him!?

The fear must have shown on your face because he assured you nothing happened other than you being an idiot.

Idiot...

It all came rushing back.

Shit.

Mother of all buttcheeks.

In your drunken stupor you confessed to them. Your 'new bar buddies' were killer and dust.

"Shit, killer 'm sorry. Didn', I was drunk. Fuck." Your voice wavered and probably gave your fear away.

"so, ya didn' mean all that." Killer said in a 'knew it' kinda tone.

"Fuck, what did I say..." You whispered, but then quickly corrected yourself. "Ya know what, don' tell me, I don' wanna know."

"you confessed your love to us about some idiots named killer and dust. said you didn' want them to think you were a slut."

Fuuuuuccckkkk

"I'm sorry-" you began, but we're cut off.

"i don't think you're a slut. neither does dust." He paused for a moment before continuing. "we love you too. wow. l-bomb." He paused again. "it's true though."

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but you cut him off first.

"killer, if you are fucking pulling my leg I will torture you to death."

"c'mon, let's go to subway. for lunch. dusty's favourite."

#killer sans x reader #dust sans x reader #sans au #Utmv #drunken confessions #polyamory #Idk man #Drabble #Fluff #Readz needs a hug #From killer and dust #Specifically

[bakubunny]

give and take

a/n: retired (disabled) shota x disabled reader hurt/comfort fluff. pls read all the tags; this is very self indulgent bc that’s how i feel like writing today. also i did a quick grammar check but this is generally unedited.

tw: neurological disorders, tics, muscle spasms, speech problems, dissociation, functional seizures, established relationships, l-bomb, reader is called baby, babygirl, daddy as nickname/title (used once)

You stood in the kitchen, chefs knife in hand as you cut the last of the vegetables out before you. Shota rinsed rice at the sink on your right. You froze briefly before a muscle spasm shot through your hand, then a small tic. It was hardly any movement, but he caught it in the corner of his eye. Five years into retirement, you’d swear Shota was still sharp as ever.

“You okay?” he asked.

The sound of water stopped.

There was a slight hesitation in your voice. “Yeah. I’m good.”

With a few measured slices, the job was done. Your hand seized again. The large knife clattered onto the counter.

“Shit, sorry,” you said. More for yourself than him, perhaps.

Another small vocal tic.

Shota glanced your direction. “Let me take care of the rest.”

“Really, I’m-I’m fine, Sho,” you replied, transferring the cut onion onto a plate.

The subtle shift in his face told you he held his tongue this time when he’d rather not. Sure, you had a bad habit of pushing yourself too hard, but Shota had no room to talk on that. He knew - especially now - that life didn’t stop just because you did.

You shut your eyes; one pulled back and rolled for a second. Your body grew tired and heavy. “Just been a long-”

One moment, you were standing, the next, your legs gave out beneath you. There was a clang when the metal bowl of the rice cooker hit the floor. Rice and water splattered nearby as Shota caught you, body limp in his arms.

“Baby?”

An eyebrow twitched in response. Your head lolled forward painfully. Shota pulled you back into his shoulder and carefully lowered you to the floor, your head in his lap. A muscle spasm ripped down your spine as your back arched, muscles so tight that your extremities shook and your vision blurred once it passed once your eyes opened. Head foggy and empty, you fought your body to respond. A small groan left your throat.

“I’m right here. I love you,” Shota said, running his fingers through your hair.

Another look of fear crossed your face with a whine. You wanted to apologize and crawl into his arms, but your body stayed still. And your husband knew you too well.

“Don’t be sorry.”

You laid with him as spasms came and went, along with your awareness of the things around you. When you came to a little, your fingertips stretched out seeking his hand, so he reached for yours.

“Hey, babygirl. You with me?” he said.

“Mhm.” You still couldn’t move much. But this was something.

“Am I okay to carry you?” Shota asked.

“I… think so,” you said.

With relative quickness and the ease of a practiced hero, he gathered you up in his arms and carried you to bed.

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

You laid in bed with Shota, your head on his shoulder, finished dinner plates on the tray he’d set at the end of the bed, and sighed.

“Sometimes I really hate all of this,” you said. “I hate that you have to do so much for me. You’ve got enough to handle.”

“You’re the love of my life. Why would I leave you to suffer?” he asked.

When you stayed quiet, he continued. “It’s give and take. You do just as much for me.”

“I know…” you replied. “Sho?”

“Mm?”

“If… if I take care of the dishes, will you take a bath with me?” You played with the hem of his shirt.

Shota smiled softly. “You want daddy to wash your hair, baby?”

A grin pushed at your cheeks. “Maybe, yeah.”

“You don’t need to do anything to have that,” he replied. “I have the energy tonight. Let me take care of you.”

You hugged him tighter. “Thank you.”'

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[make-your-own-evil]

hello could I request some yandere capullo riddler headcanons?

anon, im going to kiss you on the mouth for requesting my very first riddler ask. YES of course you can have some headcanons

note: feel free to reblog my work! just give credit where credit is due :)

70s dad riddler yandere headcanons coming right up!

TW: kidnapping, general violence, light misogyny though reader is gn

Yandere!Capullo!Riddler Headcanons

have you ever watched Labyrinth?

i make the connection because you will be kidnapped by a narcissistic freak who will put you through numerous 'tests' and 'challenges'

i feel like the typical standard for any riddler to have an obsession is that the object of their desires is also highly intelligent, though i also feel like with capullo riddler you would also have to be as physically attractive as him, in his opinion. think of gaston, but skinnier, socially awkward and highly intelligent

youre probably someone in a position of power. maybe youre an official, a detective, in forensics, etc. his initial goal is to embarrass you. he is back to his old tricks setting up some elaborate challenges. see? youre not as smart as you thought you - wait, you solved it?

the great riddler will not be bested by some lowly city imbecile!

his need to be better than everyone, including you, starts this game. he presents you will increasingly harder and more demanding challenges. at one point you probably have a bomb strapped to you.

the more puzzles and riddles you solve, the more he looks forward to these encounters. he eventually thinks that it may be because he's a loner and humans are naturally very social creatures, but this is dismissed quickly

he's not just a human! he's not like anyone else! he is the great edward nygma! the riddler!

then he finds himself making careless mistakes in everything he does. this should make him furious! it should...

suddenly, being captured isnt as bad anymore, he gets to see his 'game partner' as he's being booked in! you! he thinks nothing of this. just a little banter with someone who is almost as intelligent as himself

"ah, detective L/N! looking as sharp as ever! what did you think of our last game? ha, that hardly matters. its our next game that you should look forward to! imagine this..."

he is delusional in thinking that you enjoy his trials. you SOLVE them, because your life kind of depends on it. but this only spurs him on to make more! oh how you exhaust him. he slows down his intellectual assault on gotham and shifts more towards proving that you cannot possibly compare to him.

he's more so trying to reassure himself that he's the greatest

eventually one of the other rogues points this 'obsession' out to him as he's babbling about his next challenge for you (probably selina since she sees every opportunity to tease him)

"you know, ed, if i didnt know any better i would think that the 'great riddler' has a bit of a crush" followed by snickers and "woos!"

his face turns hot and red. this only spurs on the others more! for the first time, he doesnt know what to say. his mind is racing with explanations and excuses, but no words come out

he has been embarrassed before and it crushes him. he? the riddler? have feelings for you?

the more he sulks and ponders, the more he fears that it may be true. the sleepless nights wondering how you've solved everything. his giddiness when he sees his favorite player. the way his heart races when he speaks to you... the anger he feels when you speak to someone who isnt him. the jealousy of seeing you interact with the other rogues. the dejectedness of your disinterested attitude towards him

theres only one rational solution in his mind... to kidnap you!

you enjoy your time with him dont you? dont you hate sharing a city with knuckle-dragging baboons? dont you hate being surrounded by millions of people who dont see you for what you truly are?? a genius... just like him

his end goal is to convince you that you two really arent that dissimilar, that you are alike in more ways that you can comprehend. that you need him with you! like he needs you with him

his darling Y/N just needs a strong, intelligent man such as he to SHOW them that they would be best suited together.... no matter how long it takes, how many puzzles they go through and how many people will be exterminated if they get in the way

"my dearest, surely someone as intellectually gifted as you can understand? we are two of the same. you need me ~"

#greg capullo #capullo riddler #greg capullo riddler #zero year riddler #zero year riddler x reader #capullo riddler x reader #capullo riddler headcanons #zero year riddler headcanons #yandere riddler #yandere riddler x reader #yandere capullo riddler #riddler headcanon #riddler headcanons #edward nygma #the riddler #tw kidnap mention

[catras-witchy-girlfriend]

Hiii, idk if you take requests but could you do a catra x reader (a while Horde prime so with catras hair being a teenager shoulder length) smut, with catra being top, teasing catra and also edging, overstimulation, penetration (with a dildo I guess) and just reader being fucked stupid, I'm not a good writer and I've literally been stalking you account cus I don't want to spam you lol.

Have a nice day <33

Truth or Dare: Strip Edition

Catra x Fem!Reader NSFT

A/n: I may have had too much fun writing it because this one actually ended up with different versions and edits (this is my favorite of them!) and is also rather long so...I'm sorry if it's too long, but I hope it's worth it, my dear! Thank you for leaving this request!

TW: Smut, edging, overstimulation, penetration (Signed my ticket to hell with this one, ngl! XD), some degradation, nipple play, l-bomb, aftercare in the end and um *cough* Catra's whip.

"Alright, alright, my turn!!" You exclaim past your's and Catra's laughter.

You were both sitting across from each other on the floor of the spare room Glimmer had offered to you after the war was over.

Yourself and Catra grew close in the horde after Adora left. Though admittedly you had admired her long before then, but with one member short and Shadow Weaver's determination to humiliate her, you and Scorpia were moved to her unit.

"Truth or Dare?" You questioned her with a glint of mischief in your eyes.

"Dare,"

"Catra!" You groaned dramatically, "You always pick dare, I'm out of dares!"

She laughed lowly with a smirk, "Awww, don't tell me that pretty head of yours is out of ideas alrighty..."

You groaned and threw a small pillow at her which she caught, "You are so unhelpful!"

"Your welcome!" She gave you a playful wink and then tossed the pillow back at you which...hit you in the head.

This incredibly amused Catra as she immediately began to laugh, "Hello!? Is there anyone in there?! You couldve caught that!"

What she didn't notice was how flustered you had become and the silent inner monologue that was scolding you for still having these feelings.

"Sorry, I'm here um..." You looked all around the room looking for inspiration when your eyes landed on Catra once more. "...I dare you to...do a handstand!"

"Really?" She snickered as you threw the pillow at her again.

You giggled, "Just do it, c'mon!"

You knew this would most likely not be a problem for Catra, afterall, her agility and flexibility was one of her best assets in battle.

She sighed dramatically and turned around before bending herself backwards, her hands pressed on the floor, and slowly lifted her legs into the air until she was looking at you upside down in a perfect handstand.

"Satisfied?" Her voice was a bit strained, but other than that she showed no signs of fatigue or insecurity.

As you were about to say something you shamefully noticed her pajama top had fallen down past her stomach. Revealed to you was the curve of her hips, the hem of her red boxers, and her toned stomach which had a dark thin layer of hair going down to her v-line.

"Uh...I mean-!" You quickly averted your eyes back to her, who seemed a bit confused by your sudden change in demeanor, "I mean, yes! I-I'm satisfied..."

"Good." She said slowly and flipped herself quickly upright, "truth or dare, princess?"

As you took a moment to think Catra sat back into her spot. But there was something different, she was watching you closer now.

"Truth!" You state confidently believing that choice to be safer than the latter.

"Did you have a crush on anyone in the horde?" You were wrong.

But even then, Catra's question lacked the mischievous smile and playful eyes. Her question didn't aim to humiliate you or to watch you squirm, though she didn't mind that either, her question was one of genuine curiosity.

Still, as your mind was trying to process her ask; your body tensed, and your face flushed. "Uh no! I mean...maybe? No, I mean yes kinda but not really! I mean it's not important, n-not that you-they-werent important! They were very important, but uh--!"

You nervously looked up at her to see the softest look you had ever seen on the ex-force captain. Her lips pulled back in a smirk, and her multicolored eyes looking at you fondly.

"N-next question, p-please..."

"What was their name-"

"You're not allowed to ask anymore questions!"

Catra laughed loudly at your embarrassment, clearly finding your suffering very funny, but you didn't much mind as you listened to her. Her laugh contrasted the natural rasp in her voice as it was high pitched and a little squeaky, but it was such a rare sound in the horde, that it quickly became your favorite.

"Alright, alright fine then-" Catra continued, running her hands through the strands of her hair. "-youre turn, I guess."

"M-my turn?"

She raised her brow with an amused grin, "Truth or dare?"

"Oh!" This time you laughed with her as you shook your head. "Um, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Your eyes widened a bit, "Oh? Okay, sure! Um..." In a few seconds you thought of many things you would've liked to ask her, but every one seemed more revealing than the last. "D-did you...like anyone in the horde?"

Her mischievous look was back as she leaned back against her hand, "Yeah, Adora."

"O-oh..." You bit the inside of your lip, trying to stifle the rising disappointment and insecurity, "right I uh..." you laughed nervously. "I knew that...sorry, I uh...I don't know why I asked that."

"Were you hoping for a different answer, princess?"

Her mischievous smile remained across her face as she looked at you in a way that almost seemed to suggest a challenge.

"N-no, I j-just um...forgot." You trailed off somewhat awkwardly, but given that Catra's demeanour never faultered, perhaps she didn't notice. "Your turn..."

She snickered and leaned on her knees, "Truth or dare?"

Her voice was smoother, and the challenging edge never seemed to leave, but you had learned from last time, "Dare."

"You sure?" Catra gave you a sinister smile that made you quickly realize that you hadn't learned shit. "You have to do exactly what I say."

The rising tension made you antsy, "Y-yeah, I-Im sure..."

She looked you up and down, "I dare you to take your t-shirt off."

"wHat!?" Your voice cracked, surely you misheard her.

"Take it off, princess..." she laughed sinisterly, "unless of course, you don't want to~?"

"...N-no, i-its okay..."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

You gulped and brought your hands to the hem of your shirt nervously and began to pull it up before quickly pulling it back down to ask her, "W-what if I didn't have a bra on under this?"

"Then you should've thought about that before choosing dare."

"Right...of course..." You pulled it up again, "be nice, okay?" and over your head.

"Cute bra~"

"Shut up!" You giggled and threw the shirt at her.

"Okay, this is mine now." She told you in a matter of a fact tone.

"What!? No!"

"You threw it at me, so it must be mine!"

You groaned dramatically, "You're so difficult sometimes, Catra."

She smirked, "Hm, but you love it, don't you?"

You smiled fondly at her, a soft blush creeping onto your face, "Truth or dare, Catra."

"Dare."

You laughed, "Alright, I dare you to..." and then trailed off as your confidence wavered.

"I dare you...to..." You looked down at your hands and sighed. Sometimes you envied Catra's confidence.

"I dare you- hey!" You yelled as you were hit with a soft piece of fabric.

You turned to jokingly glare at her until you very quickly realize what the fabric was.

"Was that what you were gonna say?"

The blood rushing to your face made it heat up as you took in the sight of her, "I...forget you don't usually...wear bras..."

"Is that bothering you, princess~?" Catra cooed as she scooted a bit closer to you.

"N-no, not r-really..." You raised your eyes to look into hers, and subconsciously moved her shirt behind your back.

"Truth..." She didn't even try to hide the elevator look she gave you, "or dare~"

"D-dare..."

Catra smirked as she leaned even closer to you, "I dare you..." and gently placed her lips on yours.

A soft moan of catharsis left your lips as you moved your hands into her short brown hair, and she began to kiss you deeper.

Her clawed nails resting gently on your waist as she carefully leads you to lay flat on the soft rug on the floor.

She crawls over you, "Hey, Y/n~"

You laugh fondly, "Hey, Catra~"

She chuckles and leans down to whisper in your ear, "Truth or dare~"

"I don't think this is how you pla-" You gasp as she bites down on your earlobe, "truth! I pick truth~!"

A sinister smirk falls from her lips as she whispers into your ear, "Tell me how badly you want this, princess~" a single sharp claw carefully traced down your jaw, your throat, and the valley of your breast, "tell me how badly you need me to fuck you stupid~"

Your veins seemed to burn with arousal as you whimpered, "I...I need you~"

Catra hummed in false disappointment and left achingly soft kisses across your jaw line, "I didn't quite catch that princess, you're gonna have to speak a little louder for me~"

"I need you, Catra~" you said even louder, "please, I need you so badly~!"

She laughed sinisterly and began to lightly nibble on your neck, "Hmm, say it one more time, princess~"

Just as you were about to talk she bit down harshly on your neck, surely leaving her mark. Your body arched and you moaned out, "Please Catra~! I need you to fuck me~! I need you to fuck me, please~!!"

Much like a lioness stalking her prey, she pounced. Tearing your bra from your chest and pulling your pants down just below your ass so she could see your solid color boxers you wore underneath.

"Such a dirty girl~" Her mischievous, spine tingling laugh ran about your room, "just begging to be fucked raw by me~"

With her slightly rougher tounge she licked from the valley of your breast up your throat then began to fondle your breast making you moan.

Your back arched, leaving your tits on full display and Catra wasted no time in making them hers as she sucked and nibbled at your nipples and whilst she played with the other in her hand, her thumb rolling your nipple in gentle circles.

"Damn~!" Catra breathed out as she pressed her knee against your core making you moan even louder as delicate whimpers continued to fall from your lips, "You look so fucking sexy when you're desperate~!"

She laughed somewhat sinisterly as your face flushed at her words. Catra traces her course tounge around your areola before sucking on you mercilessly.

"F-fuck~!" You cried out, your legs involuntarily wrapping around her waist which Catra took advantage of by rocking her knee against your center. "C-cat~! Please, please~!"

She moved up to your neck quickly and began proudly leaving her purple and rouge hickeys all up and down your throat before she bit down on the flesh below your ear and growled, "Beg for me, princess~! C'mon, I know you can do it~! Tell me what you want, princess~! Tell me what you need~!"

You mumbled a quiet answer that she clearly heard as her face flushed slightly before rocking her knee into your core even more as you started to grind yourself against it.

"Speak louder, princess, c'mon-" she tilted your chin up with her free hand and slipped her thumb past your lips to keep your mouth open, "go on and use that pretty mouth of yours to tell your force captain what you want her to do to you~!"

Your whimpers grew in volume as desperation shot through your body, "I-I need you~! I want to feel you down there, kitten~!" As you pleaded with her you braced yourself by tangling your fingers in her short brown hair, "P-please kitten, I've waited so long, so so long~" You squeaked as she bit your bottom lip, "I can't wait anymore~! I need you~! I need you now kitteNNn-!"

Before you could completely finish what you were saying Catra pulled your undies and pants down to your ankles and slipped her tongue into your mouth.

The coarseness of her tongue overwhelmed you as she explored your mouth. She ran over and under your teeth before finally meeting yours.

The sound of both your moans, breathless pants, and Catra's rumbling purrs distracted you from where her hand was going, that was until it found it's spot teasing the inside of your thighs.

You gasp as you feel her fingers, her claws now retracted, tracing shapes around your pussy.

She laughed and swiped her tongue over your bottom lip, "You think you can take it, beautiful~?" She teased with a smirk.

Your face flushed a bright red, a delicious mix of arousal and fear as you readied to let her have her way with you and nod your head.

She hummed happily and placed deep yet loving kisses on your lips before whispering into them, "Don't worry princess, I'll start off slow~"

As she spread your pussy lips you both let out a breathless moan.

She laughed and whispered close to you, "You're practically soaked down there, beautiful, in fact I bet I could just take my finger and--ooh~! There it is~!"

You moan her name sharply as she slips a single finger past your entrance. Your eyes screwed shut as you take in the feeling of having her inside you.

Her.

Catra.

Your broken moans continued as you took her lips in yours as you pleaded, "More~! P-please, Catra~! I want more, I want you to make me yours~! I want to be yours~!"

Her mischievous laugh rang throughout your room. She clearly enjoyed having you underneath her, begging her for some relief, begging her for such simple pleasures.

"More, huh~?" She teased as she gently slipped a second and third finger into you.

She could feel your walls clenching around her as you whimpered and moaned out her name and broken words and she has to push a bit harder in order to thrust her fingers into you.

"Shhh~" she cooed, her free hand messaging your outer right thigh, "Relax, beautiful, it's okay, it's okay~"

With her encouragement, you managed to relax yourself so your thighs weren't trying to shut around her hand, and let Catra do her thing.

Which quickly drove you insane.

As she thrust into your cunt with her fingers and curled them as she pulled out, hitting your g-spot with precision.

"Catra~! Oh, fuck~!" She watched you carefully as you got closer and closer to the edge. Your eyes wide open each time you moan her name, the way your thighs shook around her, and your walls continuously clenched and unclenched around her fingers.

"Fuck~! Fuck, Catra~! Please~! I'm so close, please~!"

She kissed the side of your cheek,

and began to slow down her movements before stopping completely and whispering in your ear, "Sorry princess, but you've waited so long for this moment, haven't you?"

She laughed quite sinisterly as she pulled out and brought her fingers to her lips and gently licked up your arousal that coated them. "Mmm, it would be such a shame to make it end so soon, princess~~"

"You...are...so...mean~!" You complained out of breath, left on the edge, yet you still couldn't help but smile because honestly how could you expect anything less from the queen of mischief?

She laughed and leaned down to kiss you sweetly, "But we both know you love it, don't you~?"

You rolled your eyes and smirked, your eyes still slightly dazed from arousal, "Unfortunately..."

"Mmm," she hummed and brought her fingers to your mouth and slipped each one in individually, "You taste so fucking good, princess, and you sound so pretty when you're coming undone for me~"

She nipped your earlobe, "I think you deserve something a bit better, something a bit rougher~" her eyes met yours with a mischievous glint that warned you she was up to something, "Would you like that princess?"

Your face remained flushed with a deep red, your chest heaving steadily, and your eyes filled with an unholy desire. "Y-yes...I would like that, k-kitten~"

With a proud smirk, she placed a heavy kiss on your lips and stood up, her tail swaying behind her as she walked, "I may not have some magic sword but I do have this~"

From a drawer she pulled out her old whip she had stolen from someone who you didn't care to remember, wrapped the rope around her clawed fingers and snapped it.

She carelessly let the cut rope fall to the floor so all that remained of the whip was about a foot long whip, and it's hilt.

You whimpered and looked at her unsurely which made her face soften as she got back down on the floor with you.

"Don't worry, princess, I would never hurt you-" she gave you a coy smirk and gently ran the rope down your shoulders, the valley of your breast, your stomach, and finally between your legs, "unless of course you're into that kind of thing~"

You blushed deeply, perhaps another day...

"but for now-" she ran the hilt across your inner thighs and said with an almost predatory edge, "I'm gonna need you to spread your legs wider, pretty girl~"

With your lip between your teeth you did as you were told. Spreading your legs wide to show off your previously stretched hole still aching to be filled again.

"Mmm, you look so sexy like this princess~" she purred as she held herself above you with a single hand and her knees on the floor. "All open and desperate for me to just---"

You moaned as Catra ran the hilt around your pussy, coating the tip in your arousal, and raised your hips.

"Nuh uh~" she teased as she took her hand holding her up and pinned your hips back down to the floor. "You're not allowed to do that, beautiful~"

She flicked the shaft against your clit multiple times and chuckled as you only got more turned on as you whimpered.

"C-catra~! Please~!" You looked at her with teary, desperate eyes, "Stop teasing me~! Please, kitten~! I-I need it so bad~! I need to be filled by you~!"

A cruel smirk stretched across her face as she pushed in the hilt an inch or two and slowly pulled out before pushing it back inside you a little deeper.

Moans fell from your lips in high pitches as you breathlessly called out her name. "Oh f-fuck, that feels so good~!"

She kept rocking the hilt in and out of your pussy deeper and deeper until your eyes were completely dazed and all that was immediately visible was her hand, and teasingly stayed still.

You groaned out your disapproval, "Catra if you edge me again I swear to fFUCK~~!!"

You screamed as she suddenly pulled out to the tip and then slammed the whole thing in you at once.

"Didn't quite catch that, princesses~!" She strained as your walls tightened around the hilt again, but she continued to pound into you hard and fast.

"Catra~~! C-catra, I- aAAH~!!!" Your eyes rolled back and your chest heaved as you came undone, a lewd squelching sound present as she continued fucking you.

You began to hear her purr and moan to herself, "Shit, I should've done this sooner, princess, but don't worry, I'm gonna make sure the wait was fucking worth it~!"

She continued until you were cumming a 2, 3, 4, and 5th time.

Her hand and hilt soaked in your juices, the carpet you were laying on was likely stained, and tears ran down your face that she carefully kissed away.

"Ooh, fuck, princess~! You're taking me so well, you're taking it so well, baby~!"

"Ha~! C-catra~!" You whined with your arms wrapped around her neck and your head nuzzles against hers. "aaaAAAhhh~!! Mmphf~! Ha~!"

She placed soft kisses on your cheek as she continued pounding into your sensitive, overworked pussy. "Good girl~! Good-fucking-girl~!!"

"C-catra~! I cant~! Please, please~! It's too much~! I-I cant~!"

She held the back of your head as she kissed you all over your face. "I know, princess, I know. Just one more time for me, beautiful, can you do that~? Can you do that for me, princess~?"

You nodded silently and wrapped your legs around her waist, and she flicked the new toy inside you as she thrusted in and out of you even faster, making you scream and moan for her as you came for the last time, at least for that night.

She let you ride out your 7th orgasm, slowing her movements gently as you wimpered and cried from the intense pleasure. "I'm gonna pull out now, princess, is that okay?"

You nodded against her, holding her tightly as though you feared she would disappear or leave you.

But she wouldn't, not in a long shot.

She discarded the claw made sex toy to the side and wrapped her arms around you, gently running her fingers through your hair and whispering words of love and encouragement in your ear.

"I'm so proud of you, princess, you did so good for me..." she placed more kisses on your cheek and rubbed your back, "just relax now, beautiful...that's it...just relax for me~"

After about 10 minutes she asked you, "Would you be okay if I put you on the bed, princess?"

Still rather wiped out you held her tighter and mumbled, "Only if you promise to stay..."

She laughed softly, "What are you talking about, princess?" She kissed the top of your head, "of course I'm gonna stay with you, I love you~"

She gently picked you up, pulled back your sheets, crawled into your bed with you, and pulled the blanket over you both. Without a thought you attached yourself back to her and rested your head on her chest.

You turned your head to kiss her neck softly, before laying back down on her and whispering just barley loud enough for her to hear, "I love you too, I always have~"

And with that said, you fell asleep to the sounds of her heartbeat and her purrs.

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[rainforest-daisies]

Happy tears

Character: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

synopsis: gentle sex with Eddie<3

tw: smut, slight sub!eddie, top!reader, cowgirl, crying during sex, praise, the L bomb, I think that’s all?

word count: 365

a/n: I wrote this in 5 mins while I was feeling freaky🤭

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“Fuck! Fuck oh my god-“ you panted on rhythm as Eddie’s cock shoved in and out of you, him holding you at your hips as you pushed your weight down onto him.

He left gentle peppering kisses all across your shoulders and chest as you rode him, your clit gently rubbing against him with each bounce you made. 

“Oh my god-“ you sobbed, tears falling from your eyes, “I love you so much Ed’s-”.

“Hey hey- why are you crying?” He held your cheeks, making you look at him in the eyes. He looked concerned, but he knew you would use the safe work if something was truly wrong.

“You just- you feel so good and-” your moans broke up the sentence, barely able to think of anything other than Eddie, “happy tears- they’re happy tears.”

He brought his hands down to your pussy, gently rubbing your clit, making you cry out once again. Still looking at you in the eyes, he mumbled something, “jesus you’re so beautiful…”

He made you feel so good, so full, so perfect. All your insecurities had disappeared with each praise he sent your way, all the negativity in your life fading away from your mind with every grind of his dick.

Gentle rock music playing in the background broke up the small bits of silence between both of your moans, and it only took one thing. One sound from Eddie. That one sound sent you over the edge.

He whimpered your name. 

“F-fuck! Ed’s! I’m coming- oh god-“ 

As you came, your walls tightened around his cock, making him moan even louder. You were both in euphoria when he came merely seconds after you. It was almost like a dream with how perfect it seemed.

You slowly stopped your bouncing, your heavy panting could barely be heard over the music, Eddie pulled you into a hug. His cock still in you was making you squirm again, and you pulled off before too much longer.

He looked at you once again, with his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat, and skin gleaming, made your belly flutter with butterflies.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Eddie.”

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