#[BLOOM INTENSIFIES]

[eurodyne-d]

☼ PAPER SHIPS.

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

Back in my Tolkien/Rings of Power/The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings era because seriously...AMAZING literature...

...and also, because they are really coming for me (again) with these men. Adult assistance required.

[kleftiko]

❦ HOW TO GIVE HEAD

cw: mature, sexual content, blowjobs, swearing

here are the tips i give my friends so that they get 10/10 sloppy top ratings

"baby~" you coo from beside him on the couch.

the corner of choso's lips lift slightly in response, but his eyes still focus on the screen of his phone.

"babe~" you call again. "cho~"

although your voice is the most beautiful sound he's ever heard in his life, your boyfriend grants you mercy and finally answers you.

"yes, baby?" he asks softly, eyes not leaving his phone but the small smile still on his face. he can't see the beautiful, but maniacal, grin on your lips.

"teach me how to give a blowjob~"

the tendons in his hand tighten, nearly cracking the poor device between his fingers. besides his entire body going rigid, his eyes lock onto yours, only to nearly lose himself in the look of lust in your gaze.

"y-you can't just ask that shit with a smile on your face!" your boyfriend sputters, cheeks and neck blooming with a harsh blush.

"but who else am i supposed to ask?" your question is just too pure and innocent for the look in your face, and yet, choso can't help but fall victim to you.

"fine, just-fine." he takes a tense breath before saying "sit."

with a little too much enthusiasm, you kneel on the floor between his legs, hands gently resting atop your thighs. you look like a doll to him, so eager to please and so pretty that his cock would twitch even if he didn't know what was going to happen next.

he runs a hand over his face.

"fuck, baby, don't look so eager." his deep voice is muffled behind his fingers.

you giggle. "can't help it."

"'kay, now—um—fuck." choso pinches his nose for a second, gathering his own courage to say, "you're gonna need, like, a lot of spit." while he speaks, your fingers dance across the waistband of his sweatpants, littering his v-line with goosebumps as you free his half hard cock from his boxers.

"it needs to be messy, yea?" you look up at him and lick your lips, coating them with a shine that.

he nods silently, jaw clenched.

"t-then, you're gonna wanna -fuck!" you don't let him finish when you take a lick against his tip. the rough texture of your tongue dulled by the coating of saliva you gathered across it. as you continue to pleasure him, he lets out a low groan of satisfaction, his grip tightening on the edge of the couch. the intensity in his eyes tells you that he's enjoying every moment, encouraging you to take him further down your throat.

"fuck." he whines, taking note of your comfortability, just like always. "breath through your nose."

your head bobs up, taking a breath through your nose now that your throat is clear. swirling the tip of his cock with your tongue, you tease him with slow, deliberate strokes. his hips buck involuntarily, a desperate plea for more. the taste of his precum on your tongue only fuels your desire to please him further.

"the tip-the tip, baby." your tongue pays special attention to the slit at the top of his pretty dick that's leaking absurd amounts of precum, and your boyfriend squeaked out a small, "yes, fuck."

as you continue to focus on pleasuring him, you eagerly comply with his request, intensifying your attention on the sensitive tip of his throbbing member. the combination of his desperate pleas and the taste of his precum drives you to further explore and satisfy him, ensuring his pleasure remains at the forefront of your mind.

"b-balls."

your manicured hands cup his balls. you gently massage and caress them, feeling their weight in your palms. the soft moans escaping his lips encourage you to continue, as you use the pads of your fingers and palms to fondle them.

"oh fuck."

it feels like a shame to waste your nails, so with one of them abandoning your boyfriend's sensitive balls, it creeps up to his v-line. You trace teasing circles along his v-line, feeling the shivers of anticipation ripple through his body. the combination of your delicate touch and the sensation of your nails grazing his skin heightens his arousal, making him tremble with desire.

the combination of all your minstrastions causes choso to buck against you, whimpering out obscenities as he jumbles out a warning of going to cum.

"fuck!" he whimpers as your lips release him.

spurts of cum fly into the air, landing in splats across choso's thighs, pants, and your hands as you lazily jerk him off.

the fucked out expression on his face and the mess he made of himself all because of your doing just made you crave him even more, so with one last move, you gave his angry, red, tip a soft lick, nearly causing him to cry in ecstasy.

when he calmed down, he gave you a look.

"you've done this before."

[joszns]

first time for everything ✭

virgin!ellie x virgin!reader

cw: scissoring, some fingering, cuteness! ellie and fem!reader just being silly and sexy

today was the day.

you had showered, styled your hair, shaved, lotioned, the works.

a lacy set of lingerie was laid out by you, the thought of ellie seeing you in it making your heart flutter.

after putting it on, you stood in the mirror.

you admired your choice, the sheer floral pattern on the bra adorning your breasts and covering up just the right places, leaving a perfect amount to the imagination. a delicate silver heart bedazzled from the center of the bra, sparkling in the light of your bathroom. the bottoms were cheeky, completely see through fabric save for the gusset and a black heart in the same floral pattern at the center of the crotch. the straps on the thong were bedazzled, matching the sparkly bra.

satisfied with how you looked, you put your outfit on and texted ellie you were on the way.

when you arrived, you were nervous. sure, it was just a movie night, but you were secretly planning so much more.

“you look cute,” ellie greets, kissing you softly and bringing you inside. “what���s the occasion?”

you flush red. “what, can I not dress up nice to hang out with my girlfriend?” you say with a laugh, taking off your shoes and settling into her bed.

she rolls her eyes in response and sits next to you, arm over your shoulder as she picks up your legs and drapes them over her own.

“let’s watch a haunting in venice! heard it’s good.” ellie says excitedly. she eagerly puts the movie on and pulls you even closer, making your heart beat faster.

the movie starts, but you aren’t interested. you turn to ellie, admiring her face. you felt different this time, the warm feeling of love that typically stayed in your heart beginning to bloom somewhere else.

“what is it? do you wanna watch something else?” ellie asks, noticing how you haven’t once looked at the screen. you meet her gaze before flicking your eyes down to her lips, then back up again. she does the same, leaning in for a kiss.

eagerly, you reciprocate, your hand rising to cup her face as the kiss begins to intensify quickly. tongues sliding against the others own, sloppy smacking, a desperate whine from you as you began to be needy for her. you position your legs and sit up, straddling ellie as you two make out. her hands rose to your body and gently squeezed your upper thighs.

you felt bold, beginning to grind down on ellie. she broke the kiss, pupils blown wide and breathing heavily as a string of saliva connected your swollen lips to eachother.

“what…fffuuuckk….what are you doing…” ellie said, watching as your hips rutted down into her own, her clit throbbing.

“i…im ready. im ready to go all the way, if you are..” you said nervously. she looked up at you, lips parted slightly.

“are you sure? i…” she starts, searching your face for any signs of doubt.

anxiously, you take hold of her hand and tenderly place it on your clothed breast. ellie flushes red and squeezes softly, causing you to let out a breathy whine. you lean down to her neck, kissing gently at first.

“‘s this okay?” you mumble against her skin.

“yes.” ellie responds, leaning to the opposite side to expose more of her hot skin. you began to pepper open mouthed kisses on her skin, suckling and leaving soft purpley marks behind. ellie moans quietly, your cunt absolutely dripping at her sweet sweet sounds.

her hands began to grope at your body, hesitant but needy, traveling from your plush, gyrating hips to your tits, squeezing at them. you moaned against her neck, the grinding not providing the friction you desperately craved.

you pulled away from ellie’s neck, which made her whine quietly at the loss of contact.

“should…can we start undressing?” you asked nervously.

“please…” ellie responds.

you grab the end of your shirt, stepping off the bed and staring into her lush green eyes, batting your eyelashes as you slowly took it off. she watched intensely, almost like if she turned away for just a moment you would disappear. you unbuttoned your jeans as well, sliding off the denim. her greedy eyes traveled down your torso, face turning red at the sight of your lingerie set.

“were you planning this?” ellie asked, kissing your collarbone.

“maybe.”

she draws in a breath, heart beating faster as the tension in the room grows.

“your turn.” you say, looking into ellie’s eyes once more.

ellie takes off her tank top, her chest bare underneath. her small but perky breasts, now exposed to you, pale, freckled, and perfect.

“sorry…typically i don’t wear a bra.” ellie said nervously, raising an arm to cover her bare skin.

you stopped her.

“don’t cover up, you’re perfect.” you said softly, kissing her after. ellie melted into the kiss, kissing you back desperately as she pulled you impossibly closer. your tongues slid against eachother sloppily, lewd smacking sounds echoing in the dim room.

ellie’s hand tenderly slid from your hips to your inner thigh, her thumb rubbing the softest circles on your clit through your panties.

“can i do this?” she asked softly against your reddened lips.

you bit your lip, a soft whine trying to break from your lips. “yes.”

ellie kisses you roughly, slightly increasing the pressure on your swollen bud through the sheer lace. you whimpered against her lips, pushing into her thumbs pushing.

“more..” you mumbled into the kiss.

ellie pushed you into the bed, slotting her knee between your legs and pressing it against your damp panties.

you moaned on her lips, rutting your hips on her knee. her hand groped your breast, lips kissing from your cheek to your neck, then your chest.

“can I take this off…?” she asked.

you nodded in response.

she fumbled with the clasp, brows furrowing in frustration as it wouldn’t unhook.

“ah fuck…sorry, this is so bad..” she apologized, finally unhooking the damn thing.

you giggled in response.

“you’re so cute…”

she blushed.

you discarded the bra, breasts now exposed like her own. ellie stared at them for a moment before connecting her lips on your hot skin, sucking dark marks into your flesh as her tongue swirled around your perky nipple.

her hot tongue pressed against your skin drove you insane. you moaned softly, arching into her mouth. her hand slowly trailed down your body and once again began to apply slight pressure to your swollen clit through your lingerie.

you bucked your hips against her hand, a sharp whine breaking past your lips at the quick burst of pleasure that gave you. you started grinding on her hand, desperate for her touch.

“fuck…” ellie said quietly, her own clit throbbing beneath her jeans and boxers. she watched you getting off on her hand, lips slightly parted.

“need you…” you mumbled. you dropped down to ellie’s hand and shoved it beneath your panties, shivering at the touch of her cold fingers on your warm slick. she froze.

“are…are you sure?” ellie asked awkwardly, heart beating fast.

“i need you ellie. please….” you said, kissing her.

she quickly fumbled her jeans and boxers off, removing your own underwear as well. she pressed her chest against your own, hand making its way back to your sloppy cunt and-ohmygod she’s inside-curling her long, cool fingers upwards.

you nervously reach for ellies cunt, fingers awkwardly rubbing her puffy clit. she bucks her hips forward, whimpering softly at the sudden contact.

“baby…i need to feel you…” she said, catching your eyes. your heart beats faster, clenching down on her fingers.

“fuck…,” ellie whispers under her breath. “so…tight..can I?”

you nod in response, parting your legs as she slips between them and settles on top of you.

“are you sure?” she asked quietly, staring into your eyes.

you drew in a breath, blushing. admiring the beautiful girl infront of-well more like on top of- you, freckles decorating her toned body.

“im sure ellie.”

she looks downwards and begins to grind into you slowly, exhaling softly as your slick mixes with her own. you buck your hips, awkwardly trying your best to match her rhythm. her hands grip your legs as she speeds up, grunting occasionally. she didn’t care how out of sync it was, you felt so fucking good pressed against her clit and fuck she’s close-

“baby fuck…” she moaned, picking up the pace again. lucky for both of you, you were able to catch on. your body trembled as your clits aggressively rubbed together, sloppy wet sounds echoing between the two of you.

your chest lifted and sunk rapidly, careless whines and gasps escaping your lips as you stared at the girl on top of you.

“i…i love you, i lo-fuck-love you so much, ellie.” you moaned, eyes closing in pleasure as you neared your peak. “im so close, don’t stop.”

ellie grunted in response, hips shuddering as she continued her pace.

you both managed to find the perfect rhythm, the pressure and synchronization driving you both over the edge. you moaned her name, and she whimpered yours, both of you coming down from your highs pressed against the other.

she unhooked her leg from your torso, eyeing you up and down with a soft smile and loving look. you pulled her close, her sweat and scent mixing with your own.

“that was so…oh my god! haha..” you said with a giggle. ellie blushed.

“i uh…i learned a thing or two from porn. you’re also my first.” she confessed. you kissed her sweetly, the feeling of her lips on your own being one of the best things you’d ever known.

well, second best now.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

October 09 - Impact Play

pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader

summary: Wanda spanks you and makes you cum.

content warnings: impact play

word count: 1.2k+

masterlist

comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

Wanda’s cold fingers dance along your spine, feeling every vertebrae as she gently makes her way from your neck down towards your tailbone. You shiver, feeling goosebumps erupt in the wake of her touch. With your eyes blindfolded and head buried in a pillow, every touch is intensified, like small bolts of electricity that hum beneath your skin. 

“Comfortable?” Her voice is warm and low, murmured in your ear as you sigh. 

“Mhmm,” you mutter, your words accompanied by your uncoordinated nodding into the pillow. Wanda chuckles somewhere above you, her fingers still moving over your spine. 

Stretching out, you pull slightly at the handcuffs connecting your wrists. You were comfortable, safe even, in the knowledge that you were under Wanda’s control. Wherever she was in charge of a scene, you absolutely loved the loss of control and power. Handing over your body and freedom to her, even if only for an hour or two, felt freeing. 

“You’re so warm,” Wanda says, her fingers moving over your lower spine. You feel her lips press a kiss in between your shoulder blades, and your muscles relax even further. 

Cold fingers reach the end of your spine, and you gasp as her other hand moves to cup your ass. Wanda’s hands are firm, kneading your skin and muscle as you feel your arousal build while she fondles you. 

You hear the slap before you feel it, the sharp movement of air registering in your fuzzy mind. Pain blooms, a pleasant burning sensation that travels from where Wanda’s hand struck your backside down to your core. 

Fuck, you can feel yourself leaking. 

“So needy already, darling? That was only the first hit.” 

“I-” a hand shoves your face back into the pillow. 

“Did I say you could talk?” Wanda asks, her words sharp and voice slightly cold. 

Shaking your head, you breathe a sigh of relief when her hand removes itself from your head. Her fingers resume trailing over your lower spine, her other hand massaging the place where she’d landed her first blow. 

You wait for her to say something else, your body relaxing even as your mind waits for the next hit. Wanda’s hands are firm, pressing into your skin and rubbing away any knots she finds. She’s humming softly, the sound of her voice soothing. 

Again, without warning, Wanda’s hand quickly comes down. This time, she lands four hits, two to each cheek. The movement is so quick that you barely have time to register the pain before her hands are back to gently running over your sensitive flesh. 

You moan, the deep ache of plain quickly turning pleasurable as you resist the urge to grind your hips down into the mattress. 

Wanda keeps humming, and you can hear her smiling as she does. You wiggle your hips slightly, and you can practically feel the single eyebrow raise as her fingers pause their movements for a moment. 

“Is this your way of begging for more? Or is your body just that desperate to be played with, sweetheart?” 

You can’t respond, so you settle for whining and moving your hips once more. This time, the movement is more intentional, and Wanda chuckles at your boldness. Her hands move away from your body, and you tense slightly in preparation. 

Pain blooms from your ass, her hands hitting solidly as slaps echo around the bedroom. The rhythmic hits and pleasant ache increase your arousal and push you into a vanilla-scented headspace. You can feel yourself relaxing even more, something clicking into place in your mind as you fully submit to Wanda. 

There is a momentary pause, but you’re too spaced out to even realize it. After a few seconds, you register that the hits have stopped, and turn to look towards Wanda. Before your head can even lift off the pillow, you feel something hit your ass. 

It’s heavy, and the pain is a deep ache that spreads and twists through you while you leak onto the mattress. Wanda brings the paddle down again and again, making sure to hit both your cheeks evenly until your skin is bright red and tender to the touch. 

“Oh, darling. Your skin is so hot,” Wanda murmurs, her hands gently running over your red flesh. 

You moan, the feather-light touches of her fingers sending your senses spiraling into pleasure as you sink further into subspace. 

Wanda’s fingers move lower, gently running over your dripping pussy. She swirls her forefinger around your clit a few times, drawing desperate moans from you. You feel her lips pressing against your back as she kisses down your spine. 

“Your body craves pain, doesn’t it?” 

Nodding feebly, you rut your hips forward as Wanda begins to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses on your hot skin. Tingles of pain and pleasure course through you with each kiss, her teeth nipping at your skin occasionally. 

You hear a buzzing sound, and your brain starts working again. You want to protest, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth when Wanda firmly presses a vibrator against your throbbing clit is a pathetic moan. 

A sharp slap against your sensitive ass causes a yelp to force its way out of you. You feel Wanda’s hand gently rubbing the spot. 

“Color?”

“Mmpph… yellow.”

You hear Wanda humming behind you, her fingers trailing softly over your skin. She raises the intensity of the vibrator as she delivers a gentle slap on your abused skin. 

“What’s your color now, baby?”

“Green, thank you,” you say, moaning into the pillow as another soft hit makes contact with your ass. 

“I want you to cum in under ten hits, understand?” Wanda asks, and you nod. 

This is going to be difficult, but when you start humping the vibrator held firmly on your clit, Wanda doesn’t say anything. She simply chuckles at your desperation and clicks up the intensity once again. 

Her hand comes down again, a bit harder but not enough that the pain overtakes the pleasure thrumming through you. She keeps hitting you, and you count 4 hits before your orgasm begins to creep up on you. 

“Harder, please.”

This time, it’s Wanda who moans. Praises fall from her lips as she hits you firmly, and by the time she’s at nine hits, you’re trembling and shuddering as your orgasm hits. 

It’s painful and blissful at the same time, your skin burning as you feel your clit throb against the powerful vibrations. The wet sounds of your pussy leaking onto the toy only serve to move you further into the vanilla haze. You can hear Wanda saying something, but your ears are ringing too loudly to fully understand. 

A second, smaller orgasm hits you, and you try to escape from the painful stimulation. Wanda allows it, turning the vibrator off and quickly undoing your handcuffs. 

“You did so good for me, love. I’m so proud. Catch your breath and I’ll be back with some aloe vera, okay?”

She kisses your cheek, and you lay there with your eyes closed as you feel her body weight lift from the mattress. You can feel yourself slipping away, drowsiness overtaking your senses. The last thing you feel before you drift off is Wanda’s gentle hand soothing your burning skin, and you smile.

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆˚࿔ 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝜗𝜚˚⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪

synopsis: Sylus takes care of you when you start your period

tags: mentions of blood,, no penetration, service dom! Sylus, Soft in its own way (?), praise, fingering, lots of reassurance

wrd cnt: 1.5k

musical immersion: okay chat hear me out i listened to this song while writing this and ESPECIALLY THIS ONE it’s exactly the kind of vibes i was going for in terms of fluffiness when writing god i need sylus

a/n: I unlocked the “exclusive care” secret times with sylus and…GODDODJDJXJD please sylus take care of my on my period forever !! Anyways enough of that enjoy guys hehe

Your fingers trace delicate patterns along the rim of your wineglass as you sit across from Sylus, the soft clink of cutlery and the warm hum of conversation filling the air. The candlelight flickers, casting gentle shadows on his chiseled features, making his already piercing red eyes seem even more captivating. The aroma of fine cuisine wafts around you, but it's overshadowed by the palpable tension between you two.

Suddenly, a dull ache blooms in your lower abdomen, catching you off guard. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, hoping it's just a temporary discomfort. But as the sensation intensifies, you realize with a sinking feeling that your period has arrived. Mortification floods your cheeks as you feel a warmth seep through your clothes.

Sylus notices your sudden discomfort and furrows his brow with concern.

"Are you alright?" he asks softly, his voice laced with genuine worry.

"Yeah- I just think I got my period though," you admit hesitantly, heat rising to your face. "I didn't expect it today."

A look of understanding crosses his face, and he smiles warmly, reaching across the table to gently squeeze your hand.

"There's no need to be embarrassed. How about we bring the dessert to the couch and watch a movie instead? We can just relax, if that would make you feel better?”

You nod gratefully, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

Sylus directs you to the cupboard in the bathroom he stocked with products just in case for this exact situation, before you make your way to the living area.

Carefully, you position yourself on the plush couch, Sylus sets up the movie — a romantic drama that promises to tug at the heartstrings. He sits beside you, pulling both your legs up to drape inbetween his legs, caressing your warm skin as you lay against the armrest with a pillow behind you. The warmth of his body is comforting, easing some of the tension in your muscles.

The movie begins, and as the opening scenes unfold, you find yourself getting lost in the story.

Sylus's presence beside you is a steady anchor, grounding you even as the film whisks you away into its world of love and longing. You adjust your position slightly, trying to find a more comfortable spot, and inadvertently brush your thigh against him. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you freeze, waiting to see if he noticed.

He does. His breath hitches ever so slightly, and he turns his head to meet your gaze, a smoldering heat flaring in his eyes. "You keep doing that, and I might not be able to concentrate on the movie," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

Embarrassment makes your cheeks burn, but there's also a thrill running through you. "Sorry," you whisper back, though you don't move away.

Your legs remain nestled between his, your close proximity to him both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Sylus's fingertips begin to trace lazy circles on your knee, gradually increasing pressure until he's caressing you with deliberate intent. "Don't be sorry," he says, his voice gravelly with desire. "I like when you touch me."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you let out a shaky breath. The movie continues playing, but all you can focus on is the way his hands are gently exploring your body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they land. He shifts slightly, angling his body towards you, and one hand moves down to rest on your hip, his thumb teasing the edge of your waistband.

"You feel so good against me," Sylus whispers, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks.

His touch becomes bolder, sliding further underneath your shirt to caress the sensitive skin of your lower back. You bite your lip, trying to keep yourself from smirking as his fingers dance closer to the curve of your hip. The heat in your face forcing a blush, and you instinctively press your hips against his hand, seeking comfort.

Sylus responds to your silent invitation, his grip tightening on your waist as he pulls you closer. "Do you want me to stop?" he asks, though his tone suggests he's hoping for a negative answer.

"No," you manage to breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. "…don't stop."

With your permission, he keeps his large hand on your back, rubbing it lovingly as the movie plays, his other hand soothing up and down your knee and legs.

Your breath hitches as Sylus's hand continues its slow, deliberate exploration of your back. The warmth of his touch sears through your spine, sending tingles down your entire body. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, a palpable reminder of the growing tension between you both. The movie plays on, but neither of you is paying attention anymore. All focus is on the electrifying connection that has been building all evening.

"Sylus," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of worry and excitement. "I don't know if this is such a good idea."

He leans in closer, half his face illuminated from the screen and the rest in darkness. "Why not?” He asks, examining your face for the answer.

“Ahhh, I know why.” He says with dramatic intent, “You’re worried about the mess? Or perhaps that it bothers me?” He says with a teasing tone.

“Well- yes both of those.” You admit.

You hear a rich and deep laugh escape his lungs, his hand soothing higher up your thigh now.

“Kitten, you really expected me to care about something so trivial?” He says with upturnt brows.

You feel a sense of relief wash over you.

“Now…May I?” He asks, pointing to your nervous fingertips toying with the zip of your jacket.

At your nod, Sylus's hand slips higher, deftly unzipping your jacket without breaking eye contact. The cool air hits your skin as the garment falls open, revealing that you're wearing nothing underneath. A slow, wicked smile curves his lips as he takes in the sight of your bare chest and pulls your body into his lap.

"Such a naughty girl," he murmurs, his fingers gingerly circling one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. "Didn't think I'd enjoy this as much as I do...you’re so searingly beautiful”

With that, he lightly presses down on one of your erect nipples, causing you to gasp and arch into his touch. "Sylus..." you whimper, your body betraying your initial hesitation.

"Shh," he soothes, leaning in to capture your nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling around it as he sucks gently before pulling away, a string of spit connecting his mouth to your chest. “I’m going to make you feel good, mmkay?”

His other hand migrates down to your core, fingers slipping under the elastic band of your panties to tease your entrance.

"Blood doesn't bother me sweetie," he assures you, his voice muffled by your breast. "If anything, it makes this even more intimate, don’t you think?” He adds, looking up into your eyes with his mouth full.

As he continues to lavish attention on your chest, his fingers dip into your slick folds, finding your clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. You cry out, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. Sylus watches you intently, gauging your reactions with every movement of his hand.

"You like that, don't you?" he purrs, his thumb pressing firmly against your clit as his fingers slide deeper inside you. "Tell me how good it feels..."

Your mind is fogged with lust, barely coherent enough to form a response. "It feels... amazing," you manage, your hips bucking involuntarily against his hand.

Seeing your reaction only fuels his desire, and he changes tactics, sucking harder on your nipple while thrusting his fingers inside, painfully slow and deep. Each push and pull drags another moan from your lips, and you clutch onto him desperately, your body desperate for release.

"Looks like someone needs to come," Sylus teases, his fingers continuing to spread your wetness over your throbbing clit.

"You’re close, I can feel it" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire

"Yes," you breathe out, "So close-," you continue, your hips bucking against his hand in uncontrolled desperation. "Yes, just like that."

Sylus's pace is constant, his fingers thrusting in and out of you in perfect harmony with your own movements.

“So sensitive, aren’t you?” He mumbles, his thumb finds your clit once more, pinching and rubbing the sensitive bud with more pressure. The dual stimulation sends you spiraling into oblivion, your body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

"Sylus!" you scream, your toes curling as you reach the peak of your climax. Your inner walls clamp down hard on his fingers, milking them for every last drop of pleasure.

Sylus doesn't let up, continuing to curl his fingers deeply, hearing all the gushes from your pussy, warm blood encapsulating his fingers as he rocks you through your orgasm until you collapse on his chest, utterly spent. He withdraws his hand slowly, pulling his glistening red fingers out and resting them to his side.

"Now, was that so bad?" he teases, his voice dripping with smugness.

You shake your head, still too dazed to speak. The intensity of your orgasm has left you weak-kneed and breathless, your entire body buzzing with residual pleasure. Sylus chuckles softly, clearly pleased with himself, and leans in to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

“You don’t ever need to be embarrassed with me, Kitten. I’ll here to take care of you, and every one of your needs.” He assures, planting more kisses all over your face.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[glitchyrobo]

Deneb's Dawn

Animation of the Terran Battlecruiser CNS Deneb's Dawn being ensnared by Affini capture vines (Audio warning!)

Whoops apparently I haven't posted this one here yet! I'm still very happy with it!

From early 2023

As always, description, fiction, and attribution under the break! (It's a long one this time, you might want to open this in a new tab)

Video Description

A stylized animation of a terran warship being exhibited; then later ensnared by vines from an unseen affini ship

The video is composed of 3 sections

The 1st features slow camera motions showcasing the ship, the CNS Deneb's Dawn, with associated text about its characteristics appearing on screen. The cut to the next section is abrupt and snappy with the music intensifying & a glitchy effect

The 2nd section is some years later, and the now battle-scarred ship fires lasers vainly in an attempt to ward off incoming vines, some of which hold the ship steady while another pierces through the ship, disabling it as the music reaches its peak. After numerous smaller vines burst from the hull of the ship, the screen glitches to dark blue

After a moment, white glitchy text reading "Signal Lost" appears, along with a Terran Icon above it. Within a few seconds, the text has changed to "Signal Found" in deep pink, along with an affini icon above it

Video Fiction

Excerpt from History of pre-Domestication Terran Warships, §672.3, Late Terran Accord & Pacification Program Era Battlecruisers, authored in 2570 by Eltrin Yne, 47th Bloom, xe/xem, Elly Yne, 26th Floret, et al {Click here to view all}.

Design of the Koncerz-class began in 2533CE, largely at the behest of the heads of the Altair Conglomerate, seeking a vanity warship class to commemorate their would-be heirs; most ships of this class would be named after their many offspring. Indeed, the practice of gigacorporations ‘sponsoring’ Cosmic Navy vessels was fairly common during this period of time.

In the nearly 12 years between its initial conception as a long range heavy artillery cruiser and the first of its class being laid down in 2545, its development quickly spiraled out of control & budget (a common occurrence with Terran military projects). Originally designed to supplement battleships or siege barges as required, the Koncerz-class’ already substantial spaceframe was lengthened to 500 meters with increased armor, medium range weaponry, and point defense lasers systems added alongside the extant superheavy mass drivers.

The frustrated engineers allegedly in charge of the project lodged formal complaints at the sullying of their efficient design but were overruled by the military bronze.

Much to their dismay, various interests in both the The Office of Naval Research, private contractors, and the Altair Conglomerate continued to ‘suggest’ changes to the design, including a ‘luxury’ hab ring, several redesigns of the class’ profile to appear ‘more intimidating’, and most significantly, the removal of ventral superheavy weaponry to be replaced with a semi-modular equipment rack.

Due to the first vessels of this class having already having been laid down by the time this final major modification came in, the engineers had no choice but to strip much of the ventral armor on the forward hull to accommodate this rack.

Capable of holding a variety of payloads, including cargo/fuel, guided weaponry, sensor equipment, or even corvettes & small frigates, the rack finalized the transformation of the Koncerz-class from a specialized heavy cruiser to an overgeneralized battlecruiser.

Outgunned in direct ship-to-ship warfare by most vessels its displacement or bigger, yet still vulnerable on its ventral surface to even medium warships, and only capable of bringing its full firepower to bare in optimal situations, the Koncerz-class had all the makings of a massive naval embarrassment.

However, with the arrival of the Affini Compact in 2551, the vessels of this class found a new lease on life as makeshift mobile bases. The modular rack, previously a liability in ship-to-ship combat, became a valuable method for feralist forces to ferry valuable equipment, ships, and even cargo with military-grade precision. As even the strongest Terran Accord armor schemes had little value against Compact boarding vines and weaponry, the ventral weakness was no more vulnerable than the rest of the vessel.

The first Koncerz-class vessel was the CNS Deneb’s Dawn, which was formerly ordered in 2543, laid down in 2545, launched in 2548, commissioned in 2549, and finally captured by an Affini armada in 2555.

Its slightly unusual naming scheme was the result of its original namesake falling out of favor with the Altair family. (Luckily, her exile had her in the right time & place to be rescued as part of the Terran Cotyledon program, and she now lives under the care of her two loving owners!)

The Deneb’s Dawn began its military service in 2549, spending most of its time relegated to serving as a transport for various dignitaries & corporate spokespeople. However, with the arrival of the Affini Compact in 2551, it was reassigned to the 8th Battlefleet.

It was present for numerous battles against various Compact armadas, avoiding capture often only by virtue of the caution that Compact vessels display in order to avoid feral vessels panicking and behaving even more self destructively.

Following the signing of the Terran Domestication Treaty & subsequent armistice in 2554, the Deneb’s Dawn refused the stand-down order, and aligned itself with the feralist Terran Sovereignty Pact. Following the splintering of that faction later that year, the vessel aligned itself with at least 3 other feralist groups, including the Free Terranist Coalition™, Sol Restoration Force, and the Alderamin Militia.

Infighting, as is common among post-domestication militant feralist factions, resulted in the Deneb’s Dawn receiving various battle damage prior to its capture by Compact forces in 2555. The warship was found alone, unescorted. It was speculated at the time that this may’ve been a diversionary tactic to allow their compatriots time to flee, but examination of the ship, as well as testimony from crew members later indicated that it was, in fact, that the captain of the vessel had been scorned by the leadership of the Alderamin Militia for being insufficiently hard-line. This was confirmed when said leadership was found several days later, alongside their notes of sabotaging the Deneb’s Dawn’s hyperspace drive.

Today, the Deneb’s Dawn has been disarmed, and is now part of the museum fleet in the former Luna orbital shipyards in Sol.

Attribution

Music: Lifelike by AlexiAction

Romanesco font by Astigmatic

Minimal5x7 font by kheftel

Achieve font by Isosceles

My friends, for their support & encouragement 💜

[wishful-sinful-9]

consider…….lumberjack logan taking care of you when you’re sick and the heat/ac in your apartment went out

more lumberjack!logan here!

October is approaching and there's a chill in the air. On your walk to work, the sun is barely peeking over the mountains and a crisp breeze makes you draw your little red swede jacket closer together, Bob Dylan style. You hum “Blowin' in the Wind” to distract yourself from your blocked nose and tickling throat.

Your slight sniffling and paling face fails to escape Logan's radar. “Comin' down with a cold?” he grunts as you place his coffee down in front of him.

“Nothing that won't right itself in a couple days.” You reply, though you're not as certain as your words suggest.

Your fears manifest when you arrive home to an apartment with no heating. You cocoon yourself in blankets, but it's no use; an occasional cough intensifies into fits, and your sniffling evolves into sneezing. Worst of all, you've come over with a bad fever.

He picks up the phone to your meek little voice down the line, a simple: “the heating's broken” and there's a Logan-shaped hole in the wall.

“It's the whole floor,” you explain when you let him in. “It won't get fixed for a few days, it looks like. I was gonna order food.”

“We'll order food from my place.”

You turn to look at him, baffled. “Logan-?”

“Get your stuff, you're staying with me until it's fixed,” he says firmly. “Living in the Arctic won't help a cold. Now c'mon.”

You don't dare protest further when he looks at you with that firm expression of his, instead busying yourself with packing a bag.

The drive to Logan's makes it apparent that his daily visits to the diner must not be for convenience; he lives a few miles away from the town, the site he works on being on the other side of the hill where his lonely cabin overlooks the mountains. You know you make a mean cup of coffee, but you wonder if it could be something else attracting him...

You find yourself on his couch, The Grateful Dead playing on the radio as he gets the fireplace going. He'd made you soup and hot lemon and honey tea for your throat. Any attempts to lift yourself from your seat were sternly thwarted.

An indescribably warm feeling blooms in your chest at the sight of him rushing about attending to you. Only once the fire is lit he stops, turning to you to ask if there's anything else he can get you, something from the store, an extra blanket...

He freezes when you take his arm, blinking up at him sweetly, “I'm fine, Logan, thank you. Please for the love of God, sit down.”

He huffs out a fine, although his heart flutters at the proximity when he takes a seat beside you.

-

You're asleep on his shoulder. You're sitting right next to him and you're asleep on his shoulder.

The two of you had been watching a movie, you having insisted he take some of the blanket. Outside, the sun was slipping down the sky, bathing the cabin in syrupy sunlight, casting over your drooping eyelids. It's early to sleep, sure, but now you're completely warm and comfortable after suffering in the cold of your apartment, an exhaustion had settled over you.

Ever so slowly, Logan reaches around your back and under your thighs to scoop you into his arms in a bridal hold. He carries you to his bedroom and gently settles you into the sheets, arranging them over you - tucking you in.

He falters for a moment, looking over you: the peaceful look on your face, your body curling into the warmth. A slight smile lifts on his lips.

Tentatively, Logan leans down, brushing a stray strand of hair that threatens to bother your eyes - and dares press a kiss to your temple.

He hurries out the room.

[moon7jay]

OKAY (p.sh)

Warnings : smut, rough sex, degradation, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Dedicated to •┈┈⛧ @hoondrop

Sunghoon didn't think of it much when you let him into your apartment without a single word when usually you'd be huffing and puffing because he showed up unannounced. He didn't think much of it when you slipped off your dress silently and laid on the bed, spread open, waiting for him to use you however he wanted.

He attributed it to you being really needy. Sunghoon was too lost in his own lust to notice how you cried out his name when he slipped himself home inside of your wet heat in one painful thrust. Your nails dug into his back and your hazy eyes fell on his expressions of bliss, hot pants falling from his mouth, brows furrowed and eyes fixated on your heaving chest. He wasn't even looking at your face and an acute pain started to bloom inside your chest.

"Fuck-oh god-never been inside a pussy so fucking good ,you were just made to be fucked" He grunted, pelting his hips harshly into you. His touches were rough, palms groping around your body in a desperate abandon, leaving bruises in their wake. Usually you loved it, your body welcomed the familiar sting and the pleasure that came along with it, but the bruises from your inside were looming on the surface today, making you feel like an open, gaping wound.

He buried his face inside the crook of your neck, folding your body in half, his thrusts merciless as always. "fucking slut, can't stop coming back to this tight little cunt, you should get paid for it" he panted in your ear. His words were hitting you as hard as his thrusts were, the hollowness in your chest intensifying by the second. Soft sobs started leaving your lips before you could stop them.

"Yeah ? Does it hurt?" He asked coming up to rest his forehead against yours, looking you dead in the eye for the first time since he came over. His eyes were dark in lust, hot breaths of exertion falling on your lips while his hips kept pounding you into the sheets. You nodded, your vision becoming blurry as you were unable to control the onslaught of tears that was wracking your body. "You can take it, just keep letting me use this hot little body till I'm fucking satisfied" His movements became rapid, you could tell that he was close. Your walls were breaking down with each snap of his hips, pain beginning to constrict your throat. Your breaths were becoming shorter, sobs becoming ugly, the physical pain transcending into emotional one.

You hated it, hated feeling so vulnerable and raw, especially in front of someone who didn't give two fucks about you. Maybe it was the stupid feelings you had started harbouring for the boy above you that were begging him to notice your suffering. To see you, look beyond the relief that your body had to offer and peek behind the mask which was your face. To hold your aching body till it didn't feel like something was clawing it's way out of your chest, till you could voice out your grief and give this empty feeling a name.

Sunghoon's mind was beginning to get clouded over by the feelings of ecstasy, his hips stuttering, feeling his high approaching closer. Even though his body was responding to the pleasure you were giving him, something about the way you were looking at him was filling him with unease. He had never seen you crying so much during sex and something inside him was telling him that this was something else. Those weren't the sobs of pleasure that were racking your tiny form underneath him, your wails sounded like cries of actual pain and he wasn't sure what to do. His high faded into the void the more that he focused on your quivering lips and flooded eyes, his hips coming to a halt inside of you. When you didn't stop wailing despite the lack of his assault on your lower body, sunghoon's chest constricted in panic. Did he hurt you? what the fuck was going on?

You were jolted out of your agony by the feeling of two big palms cupping your face.

"Y/n? Hey, hey, calm down" Sunghoon's panic filled voice penetrated through the viel of tears covering your eyes. It took you a while to notice how he wasn't inside of you anymore, the aching between your legs was lost somewhere between your grief stricken cries. You pushed him away and curled into yourself, wrapping your hands around your middle to find some sort of comfort. Rocking your body back and forth to calm your stuttering breaths. This was all you had. For as long as you can remember, this tiny stroke of comfort was all you had to ground yourself to reality. The fact that someone else was witnessing your breakdown was making you feel defenseless. "G-Go please" you sobbed and closed your eyes to drown out your surroundings.

Sunghoon's brain was going into overdrive. Seeing you like this was something he had not thought about even in his worst nightmares and he felt helpless. He didn't want to leave but at the same time he didn't want to push your limits either, so he gathered his clothes and dressed himself as fast as he could. There was an intense urge to hold you that was blooming in his chest, but who was he kidding? He couldn't comfort people for shit. Sunghoon didn't do emotions, he didn't do feelings and he sure as fuck didn't care about anyone, so why were you making him feel this way?

As he took one last look at your naked body curled into a fetus position, your cries tearing through his heart, sunghoon did what he did best. He left.

As you stared at the empty screen of your phone with no calls or messages from sunghoon, you could hear the distinct sound of your heart breaking. One would think you would have gotten used to that sound by now. How pathetic.

Did you not know how it was gonna end from the beginning? or when you decided to be vulnerable and scare him away ? Did you really think you meant something to him? That you meant more to him than just a warm body to fuck? How many heart breaks would it take for you to realize that you were just convenient? Convenient and replaceable and so so naive. You wouldn't call yourself naive tho, you were just desperate. Choosing to ignore reality to live in momentary illusions of happiness. You guess this is what becomes of people who come out of broken homes, searching for little specks of love where it doesn't exist, deluding yourself till the glaring reality decides to shove you back to where you came from. Somewhere along the way, you had come to terms with the fact that you couldn't make people love you. You had always lacked that ability, to make someone want you, to make someone stay.

You picked on the scab of wound on your knuckle mindlessly, chuckling to yourself as tears started streaming down your face again. You out of all people should have known better. You had so much love inside of you and no one to give it to. And what was excess love if not grief? Where do you put this agony? How do you get rid of this aching need to be enough for someone else?

He must be with some other girl right now, some girl who didn't ruin his pleasure with random breakdowns and ugly sobs. Someone who wasn't so difficult and unlovable and excruciatingly clingy. you kept scratching till the healed skin was peeling off, making way for warm blood to ooze out. A sigh fell from your quivering lips at the familiar sting, wondering if he stayed when other girls asked him to.

Sunghoon downed his 6th shot of the night and yet, he was wide awake and functioning. He'd been sitting in this godforsaken bar for days but no amount of alcohol could take you out of his head. You were like a constant itch at the back of his mind. What fucked him up the most was the fact that he missed you. Utterly and desperately. And not just your body, he missed YOU. He missed your giggles and he missed your flustered smiles. He missed the way you sassed him when he teased you. He missed watching his big palms engulf your small ones.

The past few days had been enough to bring him to the glaring realization that he needed you. He cared about you. Your wails were still ringing in his ears and your broken voice when you told him to leave was haunting him at nights. His dark circles could attest to that. His hands shook with the desperate need to call you and hear your voice but he was a coward. He left you in your worst moment and the guilt and shame was eating him from the inside. What would he even say to you? You probably hated him now.

His mind drifted off to the conversation you had with him a few weeks ago. He'd been getting ready to leave when your soft, hesitant voice had spoken the words which changed the trajectory of his life. "c-can you stay?" you'd asked and sunghoon had looked at you like he'd seen a ghost. Your tiny figure had been wrapped in your white sheets while you peered up at him nervously, your fingers fiddling with the stray thread on the duvet. "can you stop being fucking clingy?" He'd replied, regretting his words as soon as he'd seen you visibly flinch. Then truth was that he'd been afraid. He was scared then and he was scared now. Scared of how badly he'd wanted to stay.

He downed another shot and hoped it would be enough to give him the liquid courage for what he was about to do.

You didn't know what to expect when your doorbell rang in the middle of the night. You were lounging on your couch in the living room, staring blankly at the romcom playing on your television. Your first thought was to ignore it, the emotional distress of the past few days had taken so much away from you physically that you had little to no strength left in your body.

But whoever was behind that door was persistent. Ringing and ringing till you couldn't help but heave yourself up from the couch in frustration.

You yanked the door open and froze. It took a few seconds for you to process the fact that he was standing in front of you and another few seconds to stop yourself from running into his arms. You swallowed harshly and stepped aside to let him in. His eyes were fixated on you and you were looking anywhere but at him. Not quite ready to face your demons just yet. You weren't surprised to see him at your door to be honest, he couldn't stay without sex for too long.

At least you are useful for something, you thought. You were in the middle of slipping off your top's strap down your shoulder when his voice interrupted you. "What are you doing?" He asked, making you look up at him, staring at him blankly. "Getting undressed" you replied in a solemn monotone like it was the most obvious thing in the world but he shook his head, his gaze intense "why? "

"Isn't that what you're here for?"

Your genuinely confused question hit sunghoon like a slap across the face. He knew that he had been treating you like shit but why were you treating yourself like this? It made him want to puke. He shook his head again and willed his heart to calm down "I'm not here to have sex with you"

His words sounded like static to you. Oh. He was here to break things off with you, because of course he was. Did you really think he was going to come back to you for sex after what you had done when he could have any girl he wanted for the night? You really were delusional. You bit your lower lip to stop it from wobbling when you felt tears gathering at your waterline. So this was it then? You really had driven another person you loved away from you successfully.

"I-im sorry, j-just don't hate me please" you spoke through gritted teeth, blinking rapidly to avoid crying in front of him again. If he couldn't love you, you wanted to make sure he didn't leave hating you. You honestly wouldn't be able to live with yourself if he did.

Sunghoon watched your cowering form inching away from him and he was overcome with an intense urge to wrap you in his arms and keep you close. You looked so scared and small standing there, asking him to not hate you. Silly little girl, he thought. How could he ever hate you?

He rubbed a shaky hand over his face to choose his next words carefully but you interpreted his actions the wrong way. Your throat constricted and you fisted the hem of your top tightly. The feeling of desperation was beginning to overpower your rational thoughts, what were you going to do if he left? Your feet moved before you could stop yourself and your shaky fingers were tugging on his shirt softly. When his dark eyes met yours, you couldn't stop the tears from pouring down your cheeks. "G-give me one chance, I won't ruin it this time" you hiccuped through your sobs. "Y/n- " please sunghoon i-i'll be so good and s- so quiet, just u-use m-your words were cut of by a sobbed gasp escaping your lips when sunghoon pinned you against the wall behind you forcefully, his body pressed firmly against yours. You stared up at him with wide teary eyes and he looked angry, the vein on his forehead throbbing visibly. "Stop that" He spoke sternly through gritted teeth and cupped your face in his palms, resting his forehead against yours. "Stop treating yourself like a fucking object y/n, this isn't you" His lips captured yours before you could react and the softness of the kiss caught you off gaurd. You didn't remember the last time you had been kissed with so much tenderness and you couldn't help but sob into his mouth, your hands fisting his shirt desperately. Sunghoon didn't stop kissing you. More like, he couldn't stop kissing you. Hoping that he could convey with his kiss, all the words that he couldn't say. His hold on your face was soft and you couldn't help but press yourself closer to his body, seeking warmth, looking for comfort. He pulled away briefly, his forehead still pressed against yours and he stared right into your soul. His thumbs reached up to wipe your tears and you hiccuped through your sniffles. "would you believe me if I said that I'm here to stay baby?" He asked softly. The sweet nickname was something he'd only called you in throes of passion sometimes, so the fact that he was consciously speaking to you with so much affection made your heart hurt. Hope fluttered like butterflies in your stomach and you searched his face. You wanted to believe him, you wanted to get lost in his affection even if he was lying, so exhausted from your emotional turmoil. Your eyes flooded with tears and you sobbed a pathetic "no" while you shook your head. Sunghoon closed his eyes and rubbed his nose against yours, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. "will you give me a chance to prove it to you?" He asked, his hot breath warming up your mouth. You bit your lower lip and buried your face into his chest, unable to stop yourself from crying your heart out. This felt like a fever dream and you wanted to stay in it a little longer. You wanted to feel his arms around you, holding you closer in a way only you had ever done to yourself. He wrapped your body in his embrace and sighed in relief, he couldn't comprehend how he'd gone so long without the feeling of you in his arms. "please baby, you're like air to me and i know that i have hurt you and i won't ask you to forgive me but these past few days have been hell and i don't think I can survive something like that again" He whispered his truth and it felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off of his chest.

He hated that he was always so afraid of his own feelings, hated that you were turning him into this emotional person that he was not. His words made you tighten your hold around his shoulders and you peeked up slightly to stare into his eyes. His eyes that were staring at you with so much adoration that you couldn't help the blush spreading across your cheeks.

He pecked your nose "let me inside your heart baby, I want to know what hurts you and makes you bleed, I want to swallow your pain if it's the last thing I do"

Your breathing had evened out from hearing him speak and you were suddenly coming to the realisation that he was asking you to give him a chance at loving you. Sunghoon wanted to love you. Your heart was beating rapidly across your chest at the possibility of your feelings being reciprocated and yet at the back of your mind, you couldn't help but question. Were you ready to let him in like that? would you be able to take it if he left you stranded again? You didn't know. But what you did know was that you were tired of running away.

"Okay" you whispered and his lips were immediately on yours, kissing you like his life depended on it, in a way it did. "Okay" He whispered back into your mouth and swallowed your whines, pressing you closer to himself, tasting you like he'd never given himself the liberty to.

There were so many things you wanted to ask him and so many feelings he wanted to express. But for now, okay was enough.

[madame-fear]

Hey, hope you're doing well :) Wanted to request a Jacaerys x Alicent's daughter reader. Just a Drabble of like they're married life. Idk how to explain it, not entirely romantic yet, more like a newly wedded couple adjusting to marriage. Kinda like a daily life, something simple and sweet like that. Hope you get my drift. Have a wonderful day :) Can't wait to read what you have, and take your time

𐙚 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : okay so I was originally going to write different scenarios in a single drabble of how they would get used to being married,, but I preferred to leave that for another request you made! So I opted to write this and make it as fluffy as possible between them <3 hope you enjoy it and it was what you expected !! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) also, since I assumed you wanted reader to be a Targtower, I mentioned as well that she has a dragon, but that’s it. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : ∿ request above! ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 1.4k (not really a drabble SORRY AHSJS)

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, this is was supposed to be a drabble THOUGH I COULDN’T HELP BUT EXTEND IT A LITTLE BIT. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Jacaerys Velaryon x Targtower!Wife!Reader.

You had known from a rather young age that you would eventually be married to the eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon. A betrothal for the two of you had been arranged between Rhaenyra and your mother, Queen Alicent, to maintain their relationship — and everything in general — as peaceful as possible.

Unlike your siblings — except for Helaena, whom was the most tranquil one —, the relationship you had with the firstborn Velaryon had always been quite neutral. You even dared to say, both of you kept mutual respect for one another— and neither you could deny that his mother was raising a proper man, admiring silently to yourself how gentle and loving Jace often behaved around you.

But how couldn’t he be kind around you? If you were to be his wife, and you were terribly endearing. You were often willing to engage more with the Velaryon Prince, and you had grown to develop a close bond together. Having slight knowledge regarding on how betrothals and marriages between noble Houses worked, you had to thank the Seven for providing you with a genuinely caring betrothed, who would never dare to lay a single hand on you.

Years had passed, and the lighthearted nature you kept in your relationship at an early age only intensified— being close to one another, often seen together through the large halls, on the gardens, on the training yard rooting for him, or simply sitting next to one another during dinner, chatting and giggling together. A certain timidness did lurk around both of you, as you were betrothed to one another; but you constantly attempted to grow out of these feelings.

Though, how could you both not feel shy around each other? It was only a natural feeling— one that increased when the wedding ceremony had been hosted, officially becoming husband and wife. You had known almost all your life that the moment would, sooner or later, arrive; but you couldn’t help but slightly feel awkwardly shy about being married.

Your officialised matrimony was something that had taken it’s time to bloom in the relationship itself, adjusting yourselves to your new lifestyle. Slowly but surely, taking things step by step.

Walks together through the gardens, silent reading while sitting next to one another, and always be seen together, laughing and talking to one another— those were all the small, little things you did together as a newly-wed couple. It wasn’t as if you weren’t used to being close to each other, but you both equally tried your best to leisurely get used to your marriage.

In the stillness of the night, sitting on a large lounge sofa placed in the chambers you shared with your husband, the tip of your fingers delicately passed the pages of the book you had been reading. Jacaerys had his own responsabilities as the eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, to which, you preferred to patiently await for him to sleep, despite a faint drowsiness being spread all over your features.

With the sound of the wooden door gently opening, your gaze attentively shot itself towards the person entering the chambers— being none other than your husband. A grin had imemdiatly curved in the corner of you lips, swiftly placing the book aside, and standing up from the lounge sofa to greet him. “Busy day, I pressume?” you teased, having noticed his absence throughout the day, as you placed a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. You weren’t bold enough to properly kiss him on the lips just yet, but your small, sweet gesture had been enough to provoke a rosy tint to grow on his cheeks.

“You pressume correctly. I apologise for not having been able to see you during the entire day,” one of his arms was hidden behind his back, as his free hand was placed on your shoulder, caressing it with tenderness. As you were both growing used to being married, Jace constantly attempted to have a slight free moment to dedicate it to you, and to offer you his genuine affection. “But I supposed, I could make up for my abscence somehow.”

Revealing the arm that was hidden behind of him, his hand held a ravishing, brightly crimson coloured rose— one of the many flowers that commonly grew in the gardens you often walked around. It might have been a small gift for now, but the brunette-haired Prince thought it would be better than greeting you empty-handed after being all day long focused on his duties.

A heated fluster occupied your cheeks almost instantly in surprise at the sight of the flower, your lips quivering into a timid, flattered smile. In a delicate movement, you took the rose into your own hand, raising it to your nostrils to take in its fruity, slightly spicy scent. “Aren’t you a sweet one?” you remarked, allowing a gentle chuckle to spur from your lips, playfully fidgeting with the flower in between your digits. “You shouldn’t have even bothered. I’m terribly flattered, Jace, thank you.”

The previous rosy tint growing on his cheek had increased to become a crimson hue, helplessly admiring the way you so delicately thanked him for the small gesture he had towards you. The time that had passed ever since you had officially become a wedded couple was relatively short, with only a few moons having passed since the ceremony, and yet, it was undeniable how perfect you were molded for one another— with small gestures and moments spent together, the connection you had increased.

Jacaerys made sure to take things slowly for you, as you were both trying to get used to your marriage. It was all very new for the two of you, still young and now married— but his main priority was the comfort you could feel around him, with him as your husband. The thought of accidentally causing you to feel uncomfortable in any way made him recoil on the inside, causing him to leisurely pick on the things you fancing, and the things you didn’t.

One of the things had immediatly noticed, was how fascinated you were about dragons— gleefully riding your own whenever you had the opportunity, and studying everything that there was to them. While you had your own dragon, you had rarely interacted with Vermax, much less ride him with Jace.

And, the perfect idea to continue bonding together popped up.

“It’s the least I could do for you. I do not expect you to thank me for it.” he replied briefly, now maintaining both his arms right behind his back, and with a grin lingering on his rosy lips. The perfect opportunity was presented right there, for him to invite you to have some fun together— it took him some stength to ask you if you fancied going on a dragonride together, but he couldn’t waste the chance. Surely, no one would notice if you both were resting in your chambers or not.

“I couldn’t help but wonder as well, now that no one will be able to disturb us...” his words trailed off, allowing him to have your entire attention on him, feeling your own stare fixed on his coffee eyes. His words left some tension hanging in the air, only causing his grin to become wider at the mere thought of his proposal. A small, mischevious little moment between the two of you— but he would do anything to help you adjust on your marriage, and feel more comfortable.

“... If you fancied riding Vermax with me? We could fly all over the castle, and perhaps, get a better sighting of the stars together.” discreetly, the Prince nibbled on his lower lip nervously, awaiting for your reaction. “After all, it will be just the two of us, and no one else to bother us.”

The idea sounded tempting enough to cause your heart to strongly flutter against your chest. His nerves eased noticing the change in your features, going from being briefly surprised, to carrying a thrilled look— it would be just the two of you. How could you ever say no to anything he proposed? You appreciated each opportunity you had of spending your seconds, minutes, and hours with him.

But what you appreciated the most, was Jace himself. The day to day you experienced with him involved taking things slowly together, and yet, it was all so very sweetly. And you couldn’t be any more grateful of his presence— knowing that, the moment you would fully adjust to your life as a wedded couple, would being you nothing but rapture.

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[moonstruckme]

poly!marauders x drunk!reader at a party and reader needy but they don’t want to help reader because they don’t want to do anything when reader basically unconscious of what’s happening because reader is drunk. So they try to explain to reader that they will gladly take care of them after they get better and go to bed. Thank you!

Thanks for requesting!

cw: alcohol, explicit themes/language (? like no smut just want of smut haha)

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

At some point, your boyfriends had evidently decided that you’re not to be let out of sight. You’ve tried to go get another drink on several occasions, but no matter who you talk to, you always seem to end up right back on the Longbottom’s settee with one of the three of them. Now they’ve fixed you in Sirius’ lap, his hands spread firm and possessive over the curves of your hips to keep you from running off. Every time he shifts his leg even a little, the heat in your core intensifies. 

Now, he laughs at something someone says, body rumbling like a motor underneath yours, and you nearly whimper. You lean back until your head is on his shoulder. 

“Siri,” you murmur into his ear, “let’s go upstairs.” 

He turns his head into yours, smirking. “We are upstairs, sweet thing.” 

Oh. “Well, can we go somewhere else?” 

“Why, honey?” Sirius’ voice is smooth as always, and now it runs over your skin like velvet. You could almost shiver. “You bored?” 

You lean away just slightly so you can look him in the eyes, keeping your voice low. “I wanna fuck.” 

You watch surprise, then delight, and finally chagrin play one after the other over your boyfriend’s features. He presses a chaste kiss to the skin under your ear, repentant. “I wish I could,” he tells you, breath fanning over your neck and giving you goosebumps, “but it’ll have to wait.” 

“Why?” you whine. 

From the other side of the couch, James sends you an inquisitive look at the sound. Sirius pats your thigh consolingly. “It just will, baby. I’ll take care of you tomorrow, yeah? Let it go for now.” 

You don’t think you will. 

You start squirming in Sirius’ lap, trying to turn around so you can kiss him but not quite coordinated enough to manage it. As it turns out, your fidgeting is enough. His hold tightens on your hips, and he leans forward, murmuring a quiet “behave” into your ear. 

Your cunt pulses. Galvanized by this discovery, you repeat your new tactic, shuffling around on your boyfriend’s lap until his grip is punishing. You can feel the shape of his rings through the material of your bottoms. Sirius growls, and James’ head pops into view once again. 

“What’s going on over there?” he asks. 

“Sirius is being mean to me,” you whine before your boyfriend can get a word in. “He won’t let me move.” 

“I’ll bet.” James eyes Sirius’ flustered countenance, beckoning for you. “Come here, babydoll.” 

Sirius releases you into James hold. You notice him crossing his legs as soon as you’re away. James takes his boyfriend's trials as a cautionary tale, tucking you into his side rather than sitting you on his lap. 

“You’re in a troublesome mood, aren't you?” he asks fondly, rubbing up and down your arm. 

“M’not,” you object. “Sirius was just being mean. I didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“Mhm.” His disbelieving hum purrs through your bones. 

You cozy up to James, looking at him through your lashes. The material of his jumper feels nice against your cheek. “You’ll help me, won’t you?” 

He laughs raucously. You’re about to scowl, but he pecks you on the crown of your head, saving himself. “Just to be clear, are you asking me to fuck you in Alice and Frank’s new house while you’re sloppy drunk?” 

You nod impatiently. 

“Yeah, that’s not happening, darling.” He delivers another kiss to the top of your head to soften the blow. “But I do think I can persuade Remus to take us all home, how about that?” 

Just as quickly as disappointment takes root inside you, hope blooms in its stead. You smile so hugely your ear pops. “Yes, please,” you tell James. 

He squeezes your upper arm affectionately before leaning over, conveying something to Remus with a look that you might normally be able to interpret but currently can’t be bothered to. They’re going to take you home. You know what that means. There, you can fuck louder and nastier and longer than you ever would’ve been able to if you were trying to be discrete in the Longbottom’s spare bedroom. You can’t get there fast enough. 

James stands you up, and there’s a flurry of goodbyes and niceties as your boyfriends shepherd you out the door. Or, you know they must all be with you, but it’s sort of hard to keep track of three people at once. You’re not completely sure whose hand is on your forearm as you descend the steps outside, or who wrestles you into their jacket when you shiver at the brisk night air. You lean contentedly into the loving touches regardless. 

Eventually, it’s Sirius who gets you settled in the backseat, worriedly making Remus take your hands in his so you don’t stick them in the door when he closes it. 

“You don’t think you’re going to be sick?” he asks, and you have the vague impression he’d been upset with you not long ago, but you can’t recall what for and there’s none of that in his demeanor now. He tucks a stray hair behind your ear, lips pursed. “I can run back in and get a bag for the car ride.” 

“No, m’fine.” You sit up extra straight to prove it, cheesing at him. “I’m excited to go home.” 

Sirius snickers and closes your door, but Remus cocks an eyebrow at you. 

“What exactly do you think is going to happen when we get home?” he asks. 

“We’re gonna fuck,” you say brightly. 

In the driver’s seat, James barks out a laugh at your crass language. Remus darts a look his way, looking like he might be biting back a smile of his own. 

“Dove,” he says, “we’re not doing that tonight. We’re going to have some water and go to sleep.” You must look crushed, because his smile turns near pitying. “You’re too drunk, sweetheart.” 

“But I want to,” you say brokenly. 

“If you wake up tomorrow feeling better, you can have whatever you want.” 

From the front seat, Sirius says, “I’ve tried to tell her this.” 

You make a plaintive whining sound, and Remus reaches around your face, pulling your head down to rest on his shoulder consolingly. “You’re being so mean to me,” you lament. 

“Oh, I know,” he coos, patting your hair. “M’the worst.”

[donatellawritings]

thoughts on best friends dad!rafe!

introducing bfd!rafe & dolly!reader

there was pathetically sick part of rafe that got off on knowing that he still had it — especially with such a young girl like you who was an absolute knockout, absolutely eager and willing to bend to his every whim. he had watched you bloom into the young woman you were today, but the moment you turned eighteen, you became a bit more forward with your intentions. from wearing skimpy bikinis whenever you joined his sweet son on family trips, to the thin satin dresses that tented with your hard nipples on thursday dinners — you made sure to always look your best for mr. cameron.

but what made rafe melt was the way you were so immersed in him, you completely dismissed how his son was head over heels in love with you — and you can call rafe a sick man, but he always craved being the center of attention, no matter the costs. his little boy would just have to move on, not that he ever stood a chance against his overpowering and domineering father.

so, when rafe’s son asked if you could spend the summer at tannyhill, rafe was eager to oblige, masking his reasoning with ‘wanting his next of kin to be happy at home’, despite his true intentions of having you surrender all of yourself to him, now running rampant is his tainted and somewhat deranged mind.

on the first night of your extended stay, you found yourself sat beside your best friend’s father, your tooth-achingly sweet and doting best friend seated directly across from you, completely oblivious to the way his father stared at you with that same sense of longing and desire.

you liked mr. cameron — he was always so sweet to you, he bought you the finest birthday presents, complimented your girly, but borderline inappropriate outfits, and he always seemed to know exactly what you needed at any given time.

and maybe, just maybe there was a part of you that knew he felt the same way about you too.

carelessly leaning over the dining table, you fought back a knowing smirk as your swollen tits bulged against the hem of your sleeveless romper, the ribbed fabric clinging to your warm frame as you reached for a piece of bread, “thank you for having me, mr. cameron,” you sang, your sweet voice all light and airy as you glanced at the older man, your heart jumping as you caught his eyes stuck on the fat of your plush ass cheeks that managed to swallow the romper.

masking his faux pas with a forced clearing of his throat, mr. cameron licks over his lips with a smile, “well — ahem, f’course, my wife and i really appreciate how good of a friend you’ve been to our boy, isn’t that right, honey?”

rafe knew exactly what he was doing, his trained blue eyes carefully taking in the way your plump smile faltered into a brief frown and how the sparkle in your eyes dimmed. your bubble of security had been popped in that very moment as you tugged on the top hem of your romper, your nailed fingers lightly grazing over the baby pink bow that had been sewn between the valley of your breasts.

your oh so pretty and fake smile only intensified as mrs. cameron sauntered into the dining room. you absolutely hated how your shared likeness towards mr. cameron had soured your perception of the clueless woman who still viewed you to be the daughter she always wanted.

placing a manicured hand atop of mr. cameron’s shoulder, you watch as the woman leans down to capture rafe’s lips in a quick kiss, “mhm. you know that we love having you over, sweetie. you keep us on our toes, dolly” she laughs, gently nudging the apple of your cheek as she makes her way to her seat, directly across from mr. cameron.

dolly — the dear nickname that you’d been given by mr. cameron, you’d always been so wet behind the ears, dainty, and entirely too vulnerable. but, it didn’t feel right coming from her.

answering with a short nod, you are a bit too eager to change the topic of discussion, a silent huff of stress leaving your faded plum stained lips as your best friend furrows his brows at your standoffish behavior, “y’okay?” he mouths, softly nudging your shin with the tip of his converse.

“i’m okay,” you mouth back, a soft smile on your pillowy lips as you steal a quick glance at mr. cameron who catches your sneaky gaze, sending you a quick wink as he takes a sip from his glass of chilled red wine.

licking over your dry lips, you swallow thickly, popping a warm and fluffy piece of bread into your needy mouth as mr. cameron’s long and slender leg brushes against yours. fighting back a smile, you remain silent as mrs. cameron enlightens the table about her new endeavors at cameron development, your eyes glazed over as you quietly hook your leg over his firm thigh.

honing your focus into chewing the piece of bread in your mouth, you watch from the corner of your bambi eyes as rafe inconspicuously slides a large hand over the smooth skin of your waxed leg.

now lost in the sensation of mr. cameron’s hand gently kneading soothing circles around your ankle, your eyes widen as rafe’s voice cuts into your dazed state, “y’seem pretty sleepy over there, dolly — everything a’ight?” he questions knowingly, his buzzed head tilted to the side as his pink lips part in anticipation of your next words.

feverishly nodding, you send rafe a forced courteous smile, “yes, mr. cameron — just sleepy,” you answer politely.

returning his attention to his son and wife, rafe keeps a tight hold on your small ankle, the cold bite of his wedding band digging into your warmed and bronze skin. you always loved to prance around tannyhill barefoot, you’re pretty pink toes on full display, ever since your younger days.

and rafe was painfully reminded of that, a feigned smile of interest on his handsomely structured face as he gave your cute little toes a gentle squeeze, every now and again.

all while his poor son and unsuspecting wife sat and ate their overly priced steak dinner.

[ceilidho]

The catfish price things is giving me vibes of “I’ll make her pay for daring to play with me like that, I’m a god damn respected man” and then just stalking her for a few days until he finds the perfect opportunity to make the pretty little thing pay, maybe take *real* pictures of her, after he messed her up pretty cute, filled up holes.

"Oh, you're fine," John clucks, verging on dismissive when she tries to twist out of his grasp again. He yanks her back by her hips before she's managed to wriggle even an inch away, relishing in the sound of her ensuing yip.

She squeals from where she's bent over the back of the couch, little feet kicking out, her painted toes barely grazing the floor. Her pleas come out garbled, muffled by the ring gag in her mouth. It's more than fair after what she's put him through. As much as John enjoys the sound of her pleasure, he prefers this, only the squelching sound of her pussy every time he fills it up and her pathetic little mewls.

He likes the way she looks like this. Hands bound at the wrist, toes curling and flexing every time he bottoms out, still a bit too tight to take him to the root. She clenches deliciously around his length, tighter than sin, hotter than hell. Everything he'd imagined she'd be like in the weeks since they started chatting online. The only thing he's thought about since the first time she messaged him unprompted and he laid eyes on the sweet thing smiling back at him from the photo next to her name.

"Miserable little thing," he murmurs, fingers squeezing into her hips hard enough to bruise. He'll have to tend to those later when they bloom. "After everything I've done."

John likes to think that he's a good man, but even his patience has its limits. He can handle being blown off once or twice, but five times in a month? While still brazenly asking him to send her another month's worth of rent? If he's going to be taken for a sucker, then he thinks some taking of his own is well deserved. Earned, even. He's paid three times over for the wet peach between her legs.

No one would call him the most technologically adept, but what he lacks in know how, he makes up for in resources. It hadn't taken him long to find her - or, more accurately, it hadn't taken the intelligence analyst whose shoulders John had held in an ever intensifying grip long to find her. After that, all he'd had to do was put in for his leave and pack an overnight bag before plugging her coordinates into phone.

"C'mon, 'nough of that. Can't push a man this much without expecting him to snap."

She wails something unintelligible behind the gag, but he's long learned to tune her protests out. She'd been full of them when he'd barged into her apartment earlier, steamrolling past her. The display of innocence would've been more impressive if he weren't in such a foul mood, in no right mind to hear the woman that'd been bleeding him dry for weeks claim to have never so much as heard his name before.

He lets go of her hip just long enough to pull his phone from his back pocket, sliding the camera open and framing everything from the line of her back to the soft curve of her ass. The soft shutter of his camera is loud enough for her to crane her neck back, eyes going wide at the sight.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," John tuts, tossing his phone away and bearing down over her until he can run his nose down the sweaty line of her neck. She shakes when he widens his stance, seconds from letting his mind go blank while he thrusts into her like a rutting bull. "You'll get yours too."

[ginxyy]

The Secret

Keeping a secret is Hard even more so when Mingyu won’t stop marking what is his.

(Sorry for the late post guys had a long day.. look at this man though. So boyfriend material i am going CRAZY!!)

The soft glow of the studio lights felt almost ethereal as I leaned against the wall, the hum of music lingering in the air, a lingering echo of the creativity that thrived within these walls. I was used to this atmosphere, the rhythmic clatter of instruments and the gentle chatter of the members of Seventeen, but on this particular day, there was a thicker tension that enveloped the room - a tension that had little to do with music.

As Woozi left to grab some food, I could feel the anticipation rising within me like bubbles in a freshly opened bottle of champagne. We weren’t a couple in the conventional sense; rather, Mingyu and I had embarked on a secret that was undeniably intoxicating.

It was thrilling and terrifying, a mix of vulnerability and excitement that made my heart race. I was his secret, something he would whisper in the fading light of the studio, a place where our worlds collided, unencumbered by the expectations that surrounded both him and the band.

Mingyu entered the room, his tall, broad frame casting a long shadow across the floor. He was the epitome of casual elegance, his dark hair tousled in that effortlessly handsome way that sent butterflies dancing through my stomach. He approached me with a glint in his eyes, one that promised mischief and warmth. “Waiting for me?” he asked, his voice low, sending a ripple of electricity through my body.

“Always,” I replied, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips. I momentarily glanced toward the door, knowing we had only a short window of time before Woozi returned. But in this sacred space, with the world outside on pause, it was just us and the intoxicating possibilities that loomed in the air.

He stepped closer, his presence enveloping me. “What do you want me to do while we wait?” he asked, his tone teasing, yet laden with a deeper meaning. I could feel my breath hitch slightly, the playful banter turning heated as his eyes locked onto mine, sparks flying between us.

I hesitated for a heartbeat, temptation wrapping around me like a warm blanket. I stepped closer and murmured, “Show me.” Instinctively, I knew that stepping into this territory meant surrendering to the moment, allowing desire to take control. His gaze darkened with intent, and that innocent query morphed into something electrifying.

Without a word, Mingyu reached for me, his fingertips brushing against my skin, igniting each nerve ending with fire. The world outside evaporated in an instant as I leaned into him, our lips meeting softly at first, then with increasing urgency. As his hands buried themselves in my hair, my back pressed against the wall, and everything around us faded into a blur of sound and color.

With each kiss, the rhythm of our hearts became one. His lips traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. I could feel the soft brush of his breath against my collarbone as he whispered my name, an incantation that only intensified the heat that simmered between us. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and for a moment, I forgot everything but him.

Then came the biting, a playful twist that anchored me to reality, reminding me of the precarious line we walked. He nibbled gently at my skin, yet the passion fueled his ferocity. Each bite ignited fire beneath my skin, marking me as his secret, his treasure. Still, the inner conflict wrestled within me - I was Woozi's assistant, and the last thing I needed was for the members of Seventeen to notice anything out of the ordinary. My skin bore witness to his fervor, the marks blooming like roses as he claimed me.

“Mingyu,” I gasped, trying to rein in the pleasure that was clouding my judgment, knowing full well that I wouldn’t be able to hide the evidence of our passionate encounter. “We can’t… I can’t go out like this.” A mix of vulnerability and desire danced in my voice, giving him pause.

He met my gaze, the playful spark in his eyes replaced with a deeper understanding. “It’ll just be a moment,” he said softly, his breath fanning across my skin, making my heart trail behind every word. I wanted to protest, to remind him of who we were to each other - but the weight of passion pulled me under again.

Just one more moment, I thought, letting the warmth of his body surround me as I lost myself in him once more. But our stolen minutes slipped through our fingers like grains of sand. Before long, I felt the telltale rumble of footsteps approaching the door, and Mingyu pulled back, an impish smirk on his face that paired with guilt in my chest.

“Hide the evidence,” he murmured, a playful edge to his voice, and I rushed to straighten myself, pulling my collar up, hoping it concealed the signs of our encounter.

The sound of the door unlocking sent a wave of panic spiraling through me. I took a step back, knowing that once Woozi returned, things wouldn’t be so easy. I was acutely aware of the flush that lingered in my cheeks and the sheen of desire still evident in my eyes.

“Hey, did I miss anything?” Woozi’s voice cut through the tension, his casual tone masking any suspicion that might have hung in the air.

Mingyu’s grin only widened, an angelic facade that did little to mask the fever beneath the surface. “Just waiting for food,” he replied smoothly, his eyes flicking to mine, a knowing spark hidden just beneath. The mask was on, the game continued, but I could see the remnants of passion still dancing in its depths.

With each passing day, the line between our secret relationship and the reality of our lives grew thinner, each moment of stolen intimacy a reminder of the thrill we walked around with. The odds were stacked against us, but the taste of his kisses and the warmth of his embrace anchored me to hope.

I was caught between the excitement of first love and the reality of the world outside a world that would never understand the chaos to which my heart had succumbed. And as I resumed my duties with the band, I knew one thing for certain: once you’ve tasted that sort of passion, there’s no turning back.

A few days had passed since that intense moment with Mingyu, but the memory of his touch lingered, a constant reminder of the secret we shared. Every time we were in the same room, I could feel his eyes on me, sending shivers down my spine. We had been careful at least, I thought we had been. But secrets, especially those charged with the kind of tension we had, had a way of unraveling.

It started with Seungkwan.

I had just walked into the studio, juggling a coffee tray and a stack of papers for Woozi. My neck tingled, as if the ghost of Mingyu’s lips were still brushing against it. I had tried to cover the marks he’d left behind, but no amount of makeup could fully hide them. As I placed Woozi’s coffee down, I felt Seungkwan’s eyes on me, scrutinizing.

“Wait a minute…” Seungkwan said, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, his usually playful tone replaced with something much more serious. He walked over to me, eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head, examining my neck. “What is that?”

“What’s what?” I asked innocently, though my heart rate spiked. I instinctively raised my hand to brush at my collar, but it was too late. Seungkwan leaned in closer, squinting at the faint marks that Mingyu had left.

“Oh. My. God.” His voice dropped to a dramatic whisper. “Is that a hickey?”

I opened my mouth to deny it, but before I could even formulate an excuse, Seungkwan’s expression changed from suspicion to full-on disbelief. He staggered back, clutching his chest like he had just uncovered some earth-shattering revelation. “You’re seeing someone, aren’t you?!” His voice was so loud that the other members in the room, Joshua and Jeonghan, snapped their heads around, suddenly very interested.

“No, no, it’s not…” I began, trying desperately to steer the conversation away from this dangerous territory.

But Seungkwan was on a roll, his detective mode fully engaged. “Don’t lie to me! That’s a hickey. I know what a hickey looks like, and that is 100% a hickey. Who is it? Who’s the lucky guy?” He was practically bouncing on his heels, eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

Joshua sauntered over, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Oooh, a mystery! I love mysteries,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “Spill. We won’t judge.”

I could feel the room closing in around me. My mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible story that wouldn’t involve Mingyu. But before I could say anything, Mingyu himself walked into the studio, looking entirely too casual, as if he hadn’t been the one responsible for all of this chaos.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his deep voice sending a wave of heat through me. He strolled over with that effortlessly confident air, hands shoved in his pockets, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Oh, just your average interrogation session,” Jeonghan said, waving a hand. “Apparently, someone has a secret lover,” he added, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he looked between me and Seungkwan.

Mingyu raised an eyebrow, but his smirk deepened as his gaze slid toward me. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice dripping with faux innocence. He leaned against the doorframe, the perfect picture of calm, though I could see the glint of amusement in his eyes. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

I shot him a glare, knowing full well that he was enjoying every second of this. “There is no lucky guy,” I said, trying to sound firm, but my voice wavered slightly.

Seungkwan, of course, wasn’t convinced. He pointed dramatically at my neck. “The evidence says otherwise!”

Mingyu’s grin widened, but he stayed quiet, clearly savoring the moment as I floundered under the scrutiny of the members. He was playing the part of the innocent bystander perfectly, but I could feel his gaze burning into me, teasing, daring me to slip.

Before I could deflect, Hoshi burst into the room, all energy and chaos. “What’s happening? Why’s everyone gathered? Is this a party? Should I bring snacks?”

“Hoshi!” Seungkwan exclaimed, grabbing him by the shoulders. “There’s a scandal afoot. Someone in this room has a secret boyfriend, and they won’t tell us who it is.”

“Wait, what?” Hoshi’s eyes went wide, his mind spinning as he tried to catch up with the conversation. “Who? Who is it? Do we know him?”

At this point, I could feel the walls closing in. The entire band would know soon if I didn’t do something fast. But before I could think of an escape, Mingyu finally chimed in, pushing off the doorframe and strolling over, exuding nothing but confidence.

He draped an arm casually over my shoulders, his thumb brushing lightly against the spot where his lips had marked me just days ago. “Come on, guys,” he said, his tone light, almost teasing. “Let’s not make a big deal out of this. I’m sure it’s just makeup or something, right?” He gave me a quick, sly wink, so subtle that only I could catch it.

Seungkwan narrowed his eyes, not buying it for a second. “No way. That’s not makeup. I know a hickey when I see one. You’re hiding something.” His gaze flickered between Mingyu and me, suspicion rising.

Mingyu, never one to back down from a challenge, leaned in a little closer to me, his arm still draped around my shoulders. “Or maybe you’re just imagining things, Seungkwan,” he said smoothly, the cocky edge to his voice unmistakable.

The room fell into a momentary silence as everyone seemed to consider this. But Seungkwan, determined to solve the mystery, crossed his arms and said, “Fine, don’t tell us now. But I’ll find out. Mark my words.”

As the tension finally began to dissipate, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at Mingyu. His eyes met mine, full of that playful mischief that made my heart race. We had managed to dodge the bullet this time, but I knew that the secret wouldn’t stay hidden forever. The members were too curious, and Mingyu was enjoying this game far too much for it to stay under wraps for long.

But for now, we were safe. He gave me one last smirk before stepping back, his voice light as he said, “Now, about that food…” and just like that, the conversation shifted back to normal. But the thrill of our secret affair hung in the air, electric and undeniable.

As I resumed my duties, I couldn’t help but think about what Seungkwan had said. The secret was becoming harder to keep, but the thrill of it the excitement, the tension it was intoxicating. And as I caught Mingyu’s eye from across the room, I knew that no matter what happened next, there was no turning back.

The tension between Mingyu and me continued to build over the next few days. Every glance, every touch that lingered a moment too long, felt charged with electricity. We both knew the game couldn’t go on like this forever someone was bound to put two and two together. But the thrill of sneaking around, of keeping our secret just beneath the surface, was too exhilarating to give up.

Seungkwan, however, had turned into a full-fledged detective. I couldn’t walk into the studio without feeling his eyes on me, watching for any sign, any slip-up that might give him the clues he needed. He had even roped in Dino, who, while not the most subtle, was eager to help.

“You’ve been acting weird lately,” Dino said one afternoon, his brows furrowed as I handed him a folder of schedules for their upcoming practices. “Like… secretive. Who are you hiding from?” His voice was light, teasing, but I could sense his genuine curiosity.

I forced a laugh, shaking my head as I busied myself with papers, trying to avoid their relentless questioning. “I’m not hiding anything, Dino. You’re all imagining things.”

But they weren’t about to let it go that easily.

By the time I arrived the next morning, it seemed like half the band was in on the conspiracy. The teasing was relentless.

“You’re glowing,” Jeonghan remarked with a grin, as I set down my bag. “You know what they say about people who are in love, right? They start glowing.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but Seungkwan was already on the attack. “Exactly! Who is it? You can’t hide forever!”

Joshua leaned back in his chair, smirking. “We should place bets. I’m guessing it’s someone outside the industry. Maybe a manager from another agency?”

“Nah,” Seungkwan shot back. “It’s gotta be someone closer. Someone we know.”

Their guesses continued, ranging from random stylists to far-fetched ideas about choreographers or vocal trainers, and I tried my best to act normal, but my nerves were starting to get the best of me. All the while, Mingyu sat at the other end of the room, casually scrolling through his phone, pretending not to care, but I could see the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

Then it happened.

I was standing near the door, sorting through some files, when Mingyu decided to make his move. His sly, infuriatingly cocky move.

“You missed a spot,” he said softly as he walked past me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my neck as if fixing my collar, but the contact was far too intimate, far too deliberate.

I froze. My heart jumped into my throat as I realized that, for the briefest moment, the rest of the room had seen it. The subtle touch, the too-familiar gesture. It wasn’t the kind of touch you’d give to a casual acquaintance.

Seungkwan’s eyes widened. He looked like he’d just solved the biggest mystery of his life. “Wait… wait, wait, wait did you see that?!” His voice was almost a shout, and every head in the room turned toward me and Mingyu.

“What?” Mingyu said, completely unfazed, his voice smooth and nonchalant. “I was just helping her with her collar.”

But the damage was done.

“You two…” Seungkwan’s voice trailed off, his eyes darting between us. His brain was clearly processing everything at lightning speed. “It’s you. You two! Oh my god, it’s Mingyu!”

Jeonghan nearly choked on his water. “No way. Are you serious?”

Joshua’s eyebrows shot up, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Well, well, well… I didn’t see that one coming.”

The room erupted into chaos. Dino was staring at me, mouth agape, while Vernon started laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. Hoshi, ever the dramatic one, collapsed onto the couch in mock shock, covering his face with his hands. “My poor, innocent eyes! Betrayed!”

Meanwhile, Mingyu just leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking completely unbothered by the whirlwind of accusations and shocked exclamations swirling around us. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying it relishing in the fact that our secret was out, but it had been on his terms.

I, on the other hand, was mortified. “It’s not it’s not what you think!” I stammered, but I knew it was useless.

“Oh, it is exactly what we think,” Seungkwan said, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “You two have been sneaking around! How long has this been going on?”

I glanced at Mingyu, desperately hoping for some backup, but all he gave me was that signature smirk, the one that made my heart flutter and my nerves unravel all at once.

“You could have just told us, you know,” Jeonghan said, shaking his head but clearly amused. “We’re not that scary.”

“I… I didn’t know how,” I admitted, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “It’s complicated. And I didn’t want it to affect the group.”

“It won’t,” Joshua said reassuringly. “We’re all adults here. Well, most of us.” He gave a pointed look at Dino, who pouted in response.

Mingyu finally spoke up, his tone casual but with a hint of something more serious. “We didn’t mean to keep it a secret forever. But, you know, timing and all that.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying Mingyu’s innocent act. “Sure. I’m guessing you two were having too much fun sneaking around to care about the timing.”

At that, Mingyu laughed, and I couldn’t help but smile a little despite the chaos. He wasn’t wrong. There was something undeniably thrilling about our secret, the stolen moments, the whispered conversations when no one else was looking.

“So,” Hoshi said, leaning forward with a grin, “since it’s all out in the open now, when’s the wedding?”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Hoshi, please.”

“Yeah, Hoshi, slow down,” Mingyu said, his voice teasing but his gaze soft as he looked at me. “One step at a time.”

As the teasing continued, the shock and chaos slowly turned into laughter, and before long, the members were back to their usual antics, though with the occasional jab at Mingyu and me. It wasn’t the reaction I had been dreading; in fact, it was almost a relief to have the secret out, to not have to pretend anymore.

And as I stood there, watching Mingyu banter with the others, I realized that maybe this wasn’t as complicated as I had made it out to be. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

The secret was out, but the excitement, the connection we shared that wasn’t going anywhere. If anything, it felt stronger now, more real. And as Mingyu caught my eye from across the room, his smile warm and teasing, I knew that whatever came next, we’d face it together.

The sun was setting, casting a soft, golden light through the blinds of my living room. Mingyu had come over after practice, and what started as an innocent evening of takeout and a movie had quickly turned into something much more heated.

I wasn’t sure when the moment shifted. Maybe it was the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered or the way his hands found mine, gently at first, then with growing urgency. Whatever it was, the air between us became thick with anticipation.

Mingyu was all over me, his hands tracing the curve of my waist as he pulled me closer, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a searing path in their wake. Every touch, every kiss sent jolts of electricity through me, setting my skin on fire.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured against my neck, his voice husky, breath warm against my skin.

I didn’t respond with words couldn’t, really because his lips were back on mine, and the intensity of the moment consumed everything else. He moved with a mix of tenderness and passion, like he couldn’t get enough but wanted to savor every second. I could feel the heat between us growing, a whirlwind of desire that had been building for so long finally spilling over.

Somewhere between the living room and my bedroom, Mingyu’s kisses grew more insistent, his hands rougher, leaving little doubt that he was marking me as his. Every bite, every nibble on my neck was deliberate, as if he was claiming me all over again. I gasped as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin beneath my ear, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when he saw the effect it had on me.

“You’re going to have to explain this tomorrow,” he teased, his voice low and filled with mischief as he pressed a final, lingering kiss to the base of my throat.

“Not my fault,” I shot back breathlessly, tugging him down for another kiss. “You started it.”

The night blurred into a haze of warmth, tangled sheets, and whispered promises. By the time the morning sun filtered through the curtains, I was sprawled across the bed, my body deliciously sore, and Mingyu was beside me, his arm draped lazily over my waist, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“I’ve got to go,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “But I’ll see you at the studio later?”

“Yeah,” I sighed contentedly, still basking in the afterglow. “I’ll bring the coffee.”

The next morning, I walked into the studio with a tray full of coffee cups, my body still buzzing from last night. I was glowing, and not just in the metaphorical sense. I could feel it the way my skin tingled, the way my heart raced just thinking about Mingyu.

But the marks on my neck? Yeah, those weren’t so easy to hide.

The moment I stepped into the studio, the teasing began. It was like they’d all been waiting for me to show up, and judging by the smirks on their faces, they knew exactly what had gone down the night before.

Seungkwan was the first to speak, his voice loud and filled with exaggerated disbelief. “Oh my god! Look at you!” He dramatically pointed to my neck, where no amount of makeup had been able to cover the evidence of Mingyu’s handiwork. “You look like you’ve been attacked by a pack of vampires!”

The room erupted into laughter as I tried to balance the coffee tray with one hand and pull up my collar with the other, failing miserably to hide the marks.

“Did Mingyu do that?” Dino asked innocently, though the wide grin on his face told me he knew the answer.

Joshua leaned back in his chair, grinning from ear to ear. “I’d say those are definitely his handiwork.”

I could feel my face turning red as I placed the coffee on the table, trying to avoid their gazes, but Jeonghan wasn’t about to let me off the hook. “Wow, you didn’t even bother to hide them this time. I respect that.”

“I didn’t have time!” I protested, but my words were met with a chorus of knowing chuckles.

Just then, Mingyu walked in, looking far too casual for someone who had left his mark all over me. He scanned the room, his gaze landing on me, and that same infuriatingly smug smirk appeared on his lips. “What did I miss?” he asked innocently, though the gleam in his eyes told me he was fully aware of what was going on.

“You missed your girlfriend walking in here covered in your love bites,” Seungkwan said, not missing a beat.

Mingyu raised an eyebrow, crossing the room in just a few easy strides. He came up beside me, his arm looping around my waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. “What can I say?” he said, his tone dripping with amusement. “I get carried away sometimes.”

I elbowed him in the ribs, but I couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at my lips. It was hard to be embarrassed when Mingyu was so completely unbothered, standing there in front of everyone with that cocky grin on his face.

“Honestly,” Hoshi chimed in, dramatically shielding his eyes, “you two need to stop. My poor, innocent heart can’t handle all this PDA.”

“You’re just jealous,” Mingyu shot back, chuckling as Hoshi pouted in response.

Jeonghan sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “I can’t believe we’re all witnessing this. First, the secret dating, and now this. How long before you two start making out in the practice room?”

Before I could respond, Seungkwan clapped his hands together. “I’m starting a betting pool. Place your bets on when these two are going to get caught by the manager.”

“Seungkwan, stop!” I said, though I was laughing now, unable to stay mad at the ridiculousness of it all.

But Mingyu just pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “They can say whatever they want,” he whispered, his voice so low only I could hear, “but I’m not stopping.”

I looked up at him, my heart skipping a beat. There was something so easy, so right about this about us. The teasing, the jokes, the shared laughter it all felt like part of a new normal, a normal I didn’t mind one bit.

And as the morning went on, with the members throwing playful jabs and Mingyu sending me sly smiles from across the room, I realized something: no matter how much they teased us, no matter how much they joked about our relationship, there was a sense of acceptance, of warmth, that made it all worth it.

Because at the end of the day, this Mingyu, the band, the laughter, the teasing was home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

As the practice started and the room filled with music, I caught Mingyu’s eye from across the studio. He winked, and I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that no matter what, we had each other.

And that was all that mattered.

[pin-k-ink]

kind of a weird request but can you write something about kageyama having a nursing kink ? kinda like an oral fixation but not really.

like, him having the need to just have his mouth on the reader’s boob in a non sexual way, you know ??

feel free to ignore this if it’s too weird 😭🙏

quintessence // kageyama tobio

tw ⇢ clingy and needy!kageyama, mentions of anxiety, it’s fucking fluffy, biting/marking, non sexual intimacy, nursing kink, implied lactation but it’s not explicitly stated

wc ⇢ 2k

a/n: i hope i did it right 💀

You stirred awake to the now-familiar sensation of Kageyama nuzzling into your cleavage, his strong arms banded around your waist as he pulled you flush against his muscular frame. Blinking blearily, you glanced at the clock. 3:14 AM. Right on schedule.

Over the past week, your boyfriend had developed a new nighttime ritual - one that involved using your breasts as his own personal pillows. He refused to settle down to sleep unless his face was firmly planted in your chest, nose nestled snugly between the soft mounds.

Not that you were complaining. There was something undeniably cute about the way he sought comfort in your embrace, his usually stern features relaxing ever so slightly as he burrowed into your warmth.

But even as Kageyama's breath fanned across your skin in deep, even puffs, you couldn't help but notice the furrow between his brows, the downward pull of his lips. He looked like a petulant child who'd been denied his favorite toy, even as he motorboated your chest in his sleep.

Stifling a fond snort, you gently combed your fingers through his dark hair, nails lightly scratching at his scalp in the way you knew he secretly loved.

"What's going on in that head of yours, Tobio?" you murmured softly. "You've been extra grumpy lately, even with the deluxe boob pillow treatment."

Kageyama grumbled something unintelligible into your cleavage, his arms tightening fractionally around your waist. Tilting his head, he shot you a bleary-eyed scowl.

"'M not grumpy," he mumbled petulantly. As if to illustrate his point, he promptly shoved his face back into your chest, rubbing his cheek against the soft swell of your breast in a move that was somehow both adorable and bratty.

You bit back a smile, knowing better than to push the issue when he got like this. Kageyama had never been one for talking about his feelings - getting him to open up was like trying to pry open a particularly stubborn clam.

"Alright, Mr. Not Grumpy," you teased lightly. "But you know you can always talk to me if something's bothering you, right? I'm here for you, no matter what."

Kageyama's only response was a muffled "Mmpf" as he burrowed impossibly deeper into your cleavage. Within moments, his breathing had evened out once more, the tension slowly leaching from his muscles as sleep reclaimed him.

You sighed softly, continuing your gentle ministrations through his hair as you let your own eyes drift shut. Kageyama might be a prickly, emotionally constipated handful at times, but he was your handful. And if motorboating your tits was what he needed to navigate whatever was bothering him, well...

There were certainly worse ways to spend your nights.

With that thought, you let yourself slip back into slumber, content to be your grumpy boyfriend's oversized teddy bear for the foreseeable future. He'd talk to you when he was ready.

Over the next few nights, Kageyama's restlessness seemed to intensify. He tossed and turned in his sleep, his brow furrowed and jaw clenched even as he clung to you like a lifeline. And his nightly nuzzling sessions were becoming increasingly...aggressive.

It started with little nips along the swell of your breasts - barely-there grazes of teeth that could almost be mistaken for accidental. But then you'd woken one morning to find a smattering of faint red marks blooming across your chest, telltale evidence of Kageyama's midnight mouthing.

At first, you'd written it off as an unconscious quirk, a manifestation of whatever stress was plaguing him. But as the love bites grew darker and more frequent, you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to his fixation.

"Tobio," you murmured one night, hissing softly as he latched onto a particularly sensitive spot just above your left nipple. "Easy, baby. That's gonna leave a mark."

Kageyama merely grunted, his arms tightening possessively around your waist as he continued his ministrations. A muffled groan rumbled through his chest as he suckled at your skin, teeth scraping against the tender flesh.

"Hey," you tried again, gently tugging at his hair to get his attention. "Not that I'm not enjoying the enthusiasm, but what's gotten into you lately? You've been extra...bitey."

Kageyama stilled, his face still buried in your cleavage. For a moment, you thought he might have fallen back to sleep. But then he sighed, his breath hot against your dampened skin.

"I just..." he mumbled, his voice muffled and slightly hesitant. "I need...I can't..."

He trailed off, his brow furrowing as he struggled to find the words. You waited patiently, one hand absently stroking his hair while the other rubbed soothing circles between his shoulder blades.

"I don't know," Kageyama finally bit out, frustration evident in his tone. "I just...need you. Need this." As if to punctuate his point, he nuzzled deeper into your chest, his nose nudging the underside of your breast.

Your heart clenched at the vulnerability in his voice, the uncharacteristic openness. It wasn't like Kageyama to admit to needing anyone or anything. For him to confess his desire for closeness, for comfort...it spoke volumes.

"Oh, Tobio," you murmured, pressing a tender kiss to his hair. "I'm right here, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

You felt him shudder against you, his arms tightening fractionally around your waist. "Promise?" he mumbled, the single word laced with a fragility that made your throat tighten.

"I promise," you whispered fiercely. "You've got me, Tobio. Always."

Kageyama made a noise of contentment, the tension slowly draining from his frame as he melted into your embrace. His face tucked back into your cleavage, nose nestled snugly between your breasts as he inhaled deeply.

You held him close, your heartbeat gradually syncing with his as you let the quiet of the night envelop you both. Maybe you didn't have all the answers yet, maybe Kageyama still had some emotional unpacking to do...

But for now, this was enough. You were enough. And you'd happily be his human stress ball for as long as he needed, bite marks and all.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt Kageyama press a soft, almost reverent kiss to the center of your chest - right above your heart.

"Love you," he mumbled sleepily, the words slightly slurred but unmistakable.

A smile tugged at your lips, your own heart swelling with affection for your adorably grumpy boyfriend.

"Love you too, Tobio," you whispered back. "Even when you're using my boobs as a teething ring."

A muffled snort was his only reply, but you could've sworn you felt him smile against your skin.

You were pulled from a dreamless sleep by the sensation of Kageyama shifting restlessly beside you, his nose nudging insistently at the swell of your breast. Blinking blearily, you glanced down at him, taking in the pinched expression on his face even as he nuzzled deeper into your cleavage.

"Tobio?" you murmured, your voice rough with sleep. "What's wrong, baby?"

Kageyama stilled, his face still tucked firmly against your chest. For a long moment, he said nothing, the only sound in the room his slightly uneven breathing. Then, so quietly you almost missed it:

"Can I...can I suck on you?"

Your breath hitched, your sleep-addled brain struggling to process his request. "You...what?"

Kageyama made a small, frustrated noise, his arms tightening around your waist as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. Even in the darkness, you could make out the dusting of pink across his cheekbones, the bashful set of his mouth.

"I want to...your boobs," he mumbled, his eyes skittering away from yours as he spoke. "Can I..." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Please?"

Oh. Oh.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place - the restlessness, the clinginess, the constant nuzzling and nipping at your breasts. Kageyama had been trying to communicate his needs the only way he knew how, through touch and subtle cues.

Your heart melted, a rush of tenderness and understanding washing over you. Reaching out, you cupped his cheek, gently guiding his gaze back to yours.

"Of course, Tobio," you murmured, your thumb stroking his cheekbone. "Whatever you need, baby."

Kageyama's eyes widened fractionally, a mix of relief and gratitude flashing across his face. Ducking his head, he pressed a chaste, almost reverent kiss to the center of your chest before slowly trailing his lips down to the swell of your breast.

With a shaky exhale, you arched into his touch, one hand coming up to cradle the back of his head as he mouthed at your nipple through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt. Kageyama groaned softly, his tongue laving over the sensitive bud as it pebbled beneath his ministrations.

Shifting slightly, you tugged your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. Kageyama made a small, needy noise at the reveal of your bare chest, his hands coming up to cup the soft mounds reverently.

"Go ahead, baby," you encouraged gently, guiding his head back to your breast. "I've got you."

With a shuddering sigh, Kageyama latched onto your nipple, his lips sealing around the sensitive peak as he began to suckle. His eyes fluttered shut, his brow smoothing and shoulders loosening as he lost himself in the soothing, rhythmic pulls.

You cradled him close, your fingers gently carding through his hair as he sucked. There was something profoundly intimate about the moment, a vulnerability and trust that went beyond mere physical pleasure. This was about comfort, connection, a primal need for closeness and reassurance.

As Kageyama continued to suckle, soft, contented sounds rumbling from his chest, you felt your own eyes grow heavy. The steady draw of his mouth, the weight of him in your arms...it was soothing in a way you couldn't quite describe.

From that night forward, nursing became a regular part of your bedtime routine. As soon as the lights went out, Kageyama would curl into you, his head finding its way to your chest like a moth drawn to a flame. He'd nuzzle and mouth at your breasts, his touches soft and reverent, until you guided him to your nipple with a murmured encouragement.

Each night, as he suckled, you'd feel the tension drain from his body, the furrow between his brows smoothing out as he lost himself in the soothing, rhythmic pulls. It was a moment of pure, uncomplicated comfort - a respite from the pressures and expectations of the outside world.

For Kageyama, nursing wasn't about sex or arousal. It was about connection, about grounding himself in the solid reassurance of your presence. It was a way to quiet the noise in his head, to ease the constant thrum of anxiety that came with being a competitive athlete.

And for you...it was a privilege, a sign of the unshakable trust and intimacy you shared. There was something profoundly moving about being able to provide that comfort, that safe space for your partner to simply be.

Of course, it wasn't always easy. There were nights when Kageyama was restless, when the stress of the day clung to him like a second skin. Nights when he'd suckle for hours, his brow pinched and jaw tight even as he clung to your breast like a lifeline.

But you never wavered, never pushed him away. You held him close, your fingers stroking his hair and your heartbeat steady beneath his ear.

Gradually, as the weeks passed, you began to notice a change in Kageyama. His smiles came a little easier, his shoulders sat a little lighter. He laughed more freely, the sound rich and warm in a way that made your heart flutter.

And when he looked at you...god, when he looked at you, it was like staring into the sun. His gaze held a softness, a depth of affection and gratitude that stole your breath and ignited your soul.

You knew that nursing wasn't a magic fix, that Kageyama still had plenty of battles to fight and demons to face. But now...now he had an anchor, a touchstone to come home to at the end of each day.

And that? That made all the difference.

So every night, when Kageyama curled into you, his breath hot against your chest and his lips seeking out your nipple...you simply held him close and let him take what he needed.

Because in the end, that's what love was all about. Giving, receiving, and finding solace in the spaces between.

Even if those spaces happened to be in your cleavage.

[metranart]

“I can still smell her on you, you jerk.” Dabi snickered, caressing the skin of Hawk's collarbone with his scarred palm. There was an impregnate smell there... something sweet, like lingering flowers— Fairly quickly, he realized that the smell was originally and undoubtedly, YOURS.

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Dabi x Hawks, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader (in future chaps)

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 13)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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Keigo didn't protest, didn’t even let a sound leave his throat despite the pain his body was in. He just allowed the villain to explore his mouth, his pierced tongue felt amazingly good as it danced fiercely against his bare tongue.

Dabi’s hands went down to grip his lower back and brought their bodies closer together. Keigo braced himself against his chest, babbling when the fire-user wasted no time and pressed his face into his jaw, licking, kissing, teasing him with teeth.

“What nonsense are you babbling, pigeon?” Dabi’s breathing was so raggedly it pained his own lungs. Hawks mumbled again.

“Louder-” the Todoroki commanded against the shell of his ear, almost like a whisper: an angry, desperate, hissing whisper. “—What’s that?”

“(Y/N).” The Hero was calling for you to Dabi’s amazement, it sounded so desperate and needy. “Baby bird, I want-I want my sweet girl-…. please~”

“You are sicker than I remembered,” Dabi sneered between kisses. "Or you already forgot, birdbrains?”

Keigo shifted under him. “Forget what?”

As he moved back to his neck, Dabi snickered gluing his face against the skin of Keigo’s neck to inhale sharply through his nose, and the remaining of your sweet scent stirred a diabolic frenzy in his gut.

“You assaulted this girl-....” he reminded him, “now calling her yours doesn't make it true—” 

“I—" Keigo choked on his next words, and soon felt Dabi’s hands fumbling with his belt, nimbly undoing it to then zip down his pants. 

“When you spread her thighs apart for you, well-” his large hand reached into his trousers pulling out his erect cock to caress it between his fingers, fascinated with the way the Blond's cheeks bloomed with heat. “-I really doubt she appreciated it as much as you did.”

“She understood! she did—… I couldn't control myself-... my rut response, she turned it on-… and” Hawks was growing anxious, and that send an energetic heat up Dabi’s spine. It was too easy to play with Keigo’s hormonal mind, especially when he was rutting so bad to have you, back. Doubt crawled over his skin.

“I can still smell her on you, you jerk.” Dabi said, caressing the skin of his collarbone with his scarred hand.

There was an impregnate smell when he took shallow breaths into his skin... something sweet, like lingering flowers, or fragrant incense— Fairly quickly, he realized that the smell was originally and undoubtedly, yours.

Dabi glared at him in puzzled amusement, as if the fact that your scent was so strong, and he could still smell it now, was outrageous. “—Did you even had the courtesy to pull out before cumming?”

“Shut up,” Hawks seethed quietly, teeth baring. “You are the least likely to ask that.” He sounded somehow offended by the mere question.

Worst of all, Dabi smirked, a wicked twist on his lips as he took another whiff of your lingering scent. You smelled damn good. Did this smell characterize you? He licked his lips thinking about how much it would intensify being face to face, Keigo didn’t like it one bit.

He recognized the wild look of violence on his face, and the lust shinning in his hazy eyes was anticipated. Nevertheless, the fat erection he felt pressing against his leg, wasn’t. Hawks stared wide-eyed as the sinking realization came over him.

“.... If you come a fucking inch close to her, I’m going to—”

The air was knocked out of his lungs, and with it, a nasty warning which Dabi shoved back into his lips with a toothy kiss.

“I don’t want you—” Hawks hissed between muffled smooches and Dabi clamped a too-warm hand over his mouth and pressed hard. Hawks stood still at the blazing heat and soon Dabi’s forehead pressed on his, feverish and sweaty. 

“You don’t want me, huh?” His eyes, like blue-burned coals, pierced into his golden pools of honey. Keigo could already smell the heat smoldering off of him. “You want her, don' cha? 

The flame-bender lost an unhinged, shaky breath. “Here she is, birdy.”

Dabi flipped him around violently and smashed his face into the dirty ground, his naked chest pressed to the hero's clothed back, hips drawn together, just the fabric of their trousers unplugging them apart. Dabi had twisted Keigo into a submissive stance where he was in control.

“Look at her!” One of his hands wrapped around Keigo’s jaw while the other snaked around his long, hard cock. “Look at her pretty face twisted by a grimace of pain-" Dabi forced him to look at the photos scattered on the ground. 

"No pain,” Hawk’s hand tugged at the one on his jaw, inadvertently digging into his staples. “That’s pure and raw pleasure....” Dabi was so turned on, he was dangerously insensitive to the hurt that bloomed on the back of his palm, “—my baby bird came so many times on my cock, I lost count.” 

Unthinking, Dabi squeezed at his engorged cock, wrenching himself impossibly closer against him. 

“It's the lies we tell ourselves what make us villains.”

The raven-haired mouthed against his ear, slowly starting to jack the Hero off, and Keigo mewled, deep and husky, only serving to inflame his arousal. The winged hero didn’t even know why his body started reacting the way it was, when he was noticeable enraged with the Todoroki. Even so, his whole frame rutted against his, seeking to bring friction for his aching cock.

“(Y/N)~” 

The blond called for you again, imagining that it was your hand hugging his swollen cock, your small and fragile hand increasing the speed on his thrusts, your tender palm synchronizing with the abrupt movement of his hips as he searched for his release. It was YOU jerking him off, willingly. YOU wanting to see him in pleasurable trance, raptured in thrill and joy. YOU, wanting him to spill himself all over your fingers. 

“Yes, baby bird! Fuck—” 

Dabi’s mouth went to his neck, but applied nor kisses nor bites. He just pressed against the skin and breathed in pants as he let himself be jack off by the euphoric rubbing of Hawk’s ass against his clothed erection. 

“Fuck,” the villain sputtered out angrily, disoriented, and his fingers warmed into his skin. Hawks moaned against his palm, both in pain and unbidden pleasure. “Does-Does it feels nice, birdbrains?” The Todoroki stuttered against his ear as his warm palm kept a calculated pumping motion over his shaft.

“It-It feels...-feels fu-.... fucking amazing, baby—MY baby bird.” The stuttering laughter on Touya’s chest was palpable against his back. 

“You, awfully amusing—delusional narcissist” Dabi chuckled out a sharp moan, and tilted Hawks’s chin up crashing his lips against his in a bruising tangle of saliva, solid tongue against solid tongue in an impish ballet of wills.

Dabi was doing things with his mouth that shouldn’t have been possible. It should have been illegal, no wonder why he was one of the most feared villains. The sensations, the velvety, experienced tongue, the piercings decorating it. All so functional and alive against his own mouth. 

Dabi Todoroki felt like you. Less tender and more abrasive, nevertheless, you were similar...both passionate creatures he ought to bow to. If he put you together in the same bed with him, it would undoubtedly be a night to remember and hold on to for the rest of his orchestrated existence.

“(Y/N), suck my tongue~” he begged, and the villain conceded all too happy. 

The lewd sound of his stapled fist pumping the Hero’s heated piece of meat made him hiss a low and dangerous curse against his lips. 

For some reason this intimate act of angry lust infused in allorgasmia tints was more fulfilling than when they'd fucked by nature's mere design. Hawks used to arrive urged and salivating, begging to be attended to during his rut, and Dabi just wanted a hot and ready hole to deposit his vast and excessive, load. It was a good deal. It never involved feelings or anything as fool as that. Just instinct, raw and frenetic.  

Dabi wanted more of that, he wanted Takami Keigo on the brink of insanity, unfortunately for the blond, the flaming villain knew by heart how to reach his perverse goal.

“—Wouldn't you rather, your baby bird,” Touya Todoroki started, he also knew how to tweet pretty as the birds did, he could play the right notes to disarray his victim’s feathers, “—to surrender her body for your use rather than taking initiative yourself, blondie?” 

“Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes! I want that... -so, SO bad!” Dabi laughed throatily at Keigo’s reaction. 

“You could be squeezing that perfect pair of tits together and sliding this fat, veiny cock between them,” his fist caressed the Blond's erection insistently, from head to base and back to head again, letting the pad of his thumb massage the mushroom tip in lazy, continuous motions until he felt the shivers quaking his whole frame, “rutting into her until you came inside her fertile womb, her gummy walls milking ‘till the last ounce of cum from your heavy and full, balls.” Dabi chuckled coarsely, “she, resigned to lie there and let you.”   

“FUCK, YES!” Takami Keigo blasted, his forehead glued to the photos on the floor, his only tie to you, his only source of comfort was you and only you. Those photos would help him get through the entire month.

Dabi utterly ignored his laughable clinginess. It had nothing to do with him, and instead, pushed for his own entertainment.

The fire-bender was only concerned with the heat. All that bristled his scarred skin was the butterfly-fluttering feeling of that blessed heat, that came from raw domination. All he could think of now was you, not even Keigo anymore.... YOU –the picture of Keigo's baby bird’s being fucked against a trash can would have to suffice this time.

Your lips parted in thunderstruck dazzlement, dry, and begging to be wetted by his pierced tongue– 

Yes! You ought to be touched appropriately, by a meaningful man, not a double agent-spy who didn't even know how to please you, properly.

There was a shaky commotion as Hawks came hard and plenty all over his stapled fingers, and then a needy curse that Dabi distantly recognized as Keigo's after-coital pleadings.

“Don’t let go—hold my cock inside your warm palm…” requested in lost fervor a flippant, Keigo. 

“As pathetically needy as ever—but I’ll buy…. Why?” Dabi mused, condescension taking an amusing upgrade in his voice. His quirk-induced palm, still holding him tight. 

“Because-Because I want to pretend that I am inside her-…” he declared without a trace of shame or embarrassment, “deep inside MY sweet and beautiful, baby bird. She´s so warm and perfect~” 

Hawks sounded delirious, no doubt still lost in the mist of orgasm, and that obvious vulnerability deflated Dabi's need to come, and inflated his need to seize the moment.

“So, she wasn´t just a spurt of the moment—” Keigo denied his head hard, almost offended by the insinuation. “She’s way too precious to me.”  

“Must be some rut thing of you, birdbrains” he conceded, slowly but concealingly milking the last drops out of Keigo’s now-flaccid cock, “you’re the only person I know who builds nests and woos his mate so devotedly—…in other words, the girl’s not special…more like just a whim of your beating and blinding, instinct, so to speak.” Dabi stated, matter-of-factly at the panting figure under his solid frame.

“She’s SPECIAL—specially created for me…” Keigo declared, his heaving lips pouting a little. Dabi chuckled, finally untangling his palm off his dormant cock. 

“You’re going to kill her with that monstrous cock you carry between your legs,” he smeared some ropey lines of cum between his forefinger and his thumb before continuing, “Your Hero name should be: Vlad, the Impaler—” 

Keigo huffed, unamused. 

“She’s built to take me in with no problem, I filled her so well last time… you could even see the shape of my cock inside her tummy, regardless, she was whole, just like that…” the blond sounded amazed, and Dabi thought to himself: sure, I saw it-...it’s printed on paper. Nevertheless, he kept those thoughts to himself. “—I’ve never been able to bottom down on someone like I did with her…” 

Instantly and almost fiercely, Hawks shrugged away from Dabi’s dominant touch, and the villain allowed it, playing perfectly the part of the understanding lover and the ‘good’ friend.

“…I still don’t understand how you didn’t send her to the hospital—” and there was when Keigo made the worst mistake of his entire life. 

“Her quirk.” He shared, flatly, slowly fixing his pants on his hips, buckling his leather belt as if he weren't revealing your biggest weapon. “She has the ability to cure anything, my baby bird has a very special quirk—similar to that of recovery girl.” The blond boasted very proudly, too distracted by the villain’s pampering attitude and his own endorphin-flooded brain to realize that he had doomed you. 

Dabi didn’t reply, and he merely grinned. One of those dangerous grins that characterized him. All tooth and sinfully, corrupt.

Dabi’s turquoise eyes gleamed with something akin thrill, beloved malice, the Hero just spatted what he inched to know… Just what he suspected. 

You were the key to his revenge. You would help him kill his father and end his filthy lineage. You would cure his body from the fire that afflicted him. You would allow him to become more powerful than anyone. You would be HIS…

COMING SOON PART 14....

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