#𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

[luvologyy]

After reading your request rules page and your Anya relationship hc.

Can we get Mutual Masturbation with Anya x fem reader?

Also-...I like the idea of Anya getting shy during this and can't make eye contact with the reader. She's too cute^^

A/n: hai anon!! Ty for reading my rules and anya headcanons! And she would get shy tehehe..

Shared love ⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

Anya x F reader ᝰ.ᐟ꩜

˚ ༘ .˚⋆ ౨ৎ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

CONTAINS: mutual masturbation, fingering, clit rubbing, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasms, body worship, reassurance, anya being shy, squirting?

Nsfw mdni!

the both of you are naked, sitting on the bed, and she waits for you to make the first move, to show her what you like, to show her what makes you writhe in pleasure.

Anya can't help but feel embarrassed with you being able to watch and see her pleasure herself. Her being naked with you sitting in front of you, her face heats up at the thought of it.

But here the both of you are..

"Do I look pretty like this?" Anya asked,

the world around you seems to fade, leaving only her bathed in the soft silk of your guy's bedsheets and her soft curves,

"you’re… breathtaking," you whispers, your tone of choice an octave lower. "So so beautiful.."

pleasure rolls through your gut, and you sigh as you keep rubbing at your clit, keeping it a nice steady pace and just riding the pleasure rising within you.

"Cmon dont be shy hon, it's okay.."

You say, your head throwing back from pleasure as you rub your puffy clit at a steady pace.

sensing her hesitation, you gives her a soft smile and not wanting her to worry, that or to think you'll wont’ judge, and anya gave you a slight nod and take in a slight breath before finally trailing her fingers down her her body, reaching down for her arousal.

Anya glides her fingers across her wetness, whirpools of pleasure swirled in her lower tummy as she glided her fingers across her slick pussy, carefully slipping her 2 fingers in her warmth, a soft moan slipping through anyas lips.

"Follow my pace sweetie."

Anya nodded her head, inserting her slim fingers in a back and forth motion, her gummy walls squeezing her fingers as she moved in a jerking motion. overwhelmed by the pleasure of her strokes, how she sees you fondling your body just like how she is with hers.

Seeing Anya touching herself like that makes you even wetter than you’ve ever been before. Making you pick up your pace rub your sensitive clit faster. Your slick is literally dripping on your fingers and smearing on your inner thighs.

“Oh— just like that.."

You moaned, feeling a sense of pleasure build-up in your tummy, a sign that it would only take a few more thrusts before you come completely undone.

“ffuck go faster-”

your gentle, lustful voice traveling through anyas ears, making her thrust her fingers faster and deeper inside her. Seeing her filthy movements cause your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Anya felt her orgasm building up, she let out a small whine, pushing her fingers deeper and faster, her pussy starting to drool with need, and you struggle to keep quiet as you chase your own high, gliding your fingers across your sensitive bud with need.

"I'm so close!-"

Anyas moaned out in ecstasy, her head tilting back, she whined as her hips grind against your fingers desperately, your thighs slightly tremble as you feel yourself closer to sweet release.

"Cum with me baby-" you whined as your orgasm rips through your body. Your juices mixed with your sticky release gushes out of your cunt onto your fingers, anyas slick splashing onto her wrist and other parts of her skin that aren���t covered.

Ripples of pleasure run through anyas body, her hands shaking from the intense orgasm, small whimpers slipping through her lips. Strands of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

"Shhshhh, it's okay, I gotchu.."

You said, crawling up to her and hugging her, cradling her head in your arms as she clung onto you.

[valiantales]

The sun hangs low in the sky, its rays stretching like taffy across the cloudless expanse. The air is heavy with the scent of jasmine, and the distant buzz of a lawnmower provides a rhythmic counterpoint to the songs of countless birds.

It's a perfect summer day, and yet I can't help but feel a deep sense of melancholy.

— Valiethelle Thylov, May 19th 2024

[billiesguitar]

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐜

────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ────

ᯓᡣ𐭩𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 …..

…is always touching you in some kind of way, even if he’s just touching your hand or petting you hair, he enjoys touching you.

…likes to listen to you speak. He’s usually a big talker but when you come around, he’ll sit down and listen to you yap about anything.

…phone is filled with pictures of you and stuff that you like so he can buy it for you. Anything that relatively reminds him of you will be screenshotted and saved to his phone.

…loves spending his money on you, doesn’t matter what it is or how expensive, he’ll do literally anything to see that pretty smile.

…hates when you’re busy. “C’mon, I’m boredd,” he whines as you get ready for and event. “Chris, I really do have to go, but I’ll bring you something, okay?”

…always taking you out somewhere. You two are always on some kind of side quest alone. Even if it’s just to the beach or the mall, you two are always outside somewhere.

[vividxpages]

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩"guilty as sin?" ᡣ𐭩⋆๋𓂃ִֶָ ๋⋆𓏲𐙚

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Reader

words: 5800

summary: You always thought Jace could not be in love with you, his best friend’s little sister, but a dramatic incident during one of Cregan’s house parties reveals the truth.

warnings: modern au, pining, not so unrequited love, reader is Cregan’s little sister and a huge bookworm, Jace is Cregan’s best friend, fluff and falling in love, angst (mentions of childhood trauma/almost drowning), hurt/comfort, first kiss

a/n:  i fought for my life uploading this via my phone, all the formatting from google docs went wooosh haha. Just a little something and different from what I wrote for Jace so far <3 The pool scene is inspired by the Maxton Hall series - if you watched it, you’ll know why ;) 

-⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ☁️📖🤍୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

Your brother Cregan had met a new friend, during one of his vacations with his boys. Someone had asked the curly haired boy if he wanted to join and just like that, Jacaerys had become Cregan’s friend.

It was easy like that, sometimes.

But when your brother brought Jace over for the first time and you were reading in the living room, deeply lost in your book and not prepared for visitors, things quickly got much more complicated.

He was cute and completely unaware of it as you shook hands and he gave you an adorable smile that made you weak in the knees. 

In the beginning, you thought he was like a ghost in your home, only appearing from time to time and briefly, but always leaving goosebumps on your skin when he shyly waved at you. Just his sight alone was enough to make you want to bury your face in your book. You wanted to become his friend, too. Until you wanted to be more than that.

And over the months, their duo became a trio as you joined them more and more often, curled up on your brother’s bed as he and Jace played a video game or going out with them for food or random drives.

You laughed together - it was so so easy to laugh with Jace - and you got to know him better when he told you about his big family and how nice it was to retreat into your quieter family’s house sometimes.

You caught yourself watching him more and more when no one was looking, daydreaming about what it’d be like to be close to him, to kiss his pouty lips and be his girlfriend…

But you were a trio now and you two were only connected by your older brother in the end.

But god, how inevitably you had fallen for Jacaerys, how impossible it was to forget about these desires.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃🥛 ࣪ ִֶָ.

It didn't take long until Jacaerys followed you into your dreams. 

When you were sleeping, especially after you had read a couple pages of your favorite romance novels, he came to you, surrounded by smoke and fog. And for only a short lived dream, you could see each other together, doing things you wouldn't dare to think about during the day.

It was maddening and perfect and everything you wanted, but when you woke up, you were alone still.

You stared at the ceiling of your room, sighing deeply. Tucking your favorite stuffed animal, a small wolf with spotted fur, back under your blanket, you slid out of bed, in need of a distraction from fantasizing about kissing your brother's best friend.

You tiptoed down the staircase, silently slipping into the kitchen and feeling around the wall for the lightswitch. 

"Don't get scared, I'm here." A soft voice came from the darkness and as you switched the light on, you spotted Jacaerys sitting at the kitchen table. 

His hair looked disheveled from sleeping and he wore a long shirt and boxers, sheepishly looking at you with his phone in his hands.

Your hand itched to tuck a loose curl behind his ear for him.

“What are you doing awake?” You whispered, shuffling closer and rubbing your eyes with a yawn.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He smiled warmly at you, shrugging.

“I live here and I wanted a midnight snack.” You gave back. You rarely were alone with Jace lately, he and Cregan seemed to have reached a new stage in their friendship where it wouldn’t have surprised you if your older brother took his favorite Velaryon to the bathroom with him. “Is Cregan snoring?”

Jace chuckled quietly. “No. I just wanted to check my phone in case my cousin Rhaena texted me. My brothers are on a little trip with her and I want to make sure they’re okay and not homesick. They seem fine though, she sent me a picture of them eating ice cream earlier.”

Your chest ached funnily at the way he talked so lovingly about his family. But you knew Cregan’s habit as the oldest son all too well, needing to make sure you were okay all the time and you didn’t miss the way Jace smiled sadly at the picture on his phone after showing it to you.

“I bet they have the most amazing time and can’t wait to tell you all about it once they’re back.” You assured him and before you would have thought twice about it, you reached out and squeezed his shoulder. Your touch lingered, just a little moment too long and your eyes met. 

Your breath hitched at his dark eyes on yours, shimmering in the soft kitchen light. You were both barefoot, in your sleeping clothes and your hair was open and uncombed and your heart was way too open for this time of the night.

You heard him exhale softly as you drew your hand back, feeling as if you had burned yourself. But why did you want to throw yourself wholly into his flames then?

“Would you like a chocolate milk?” You offered, the moment between you vanished. “It always helps me get back to sleep again.”

Jace furrowed his brows. “Cregan’s crazy for them too. He told me earlier you’re out of any chocolate milk.”

You grinned knowingly, walking past him and illuminating yourself in the cold light of the open fridge. “Yeah, that’s because he doesn’t suspect me hiding them behind the healthy stuff he avoids.”

Brushing past your yogurts and meal preps for your summer job, you produced two small milk cartons, shaking them victoriously. 

Jace grinned at you and it only made you a little bit weak in the knees. "You're brilliant."

"I'm trying to survive with my vacuum cleaner of a hungry brother." You joked and handed him a carton, the two of you content as you began to sip on the sweet chocolate milk.

Under the soft light of the kitchen lamp, Jace and you forgot about time as you shared whispered stories with each other, your drinks soon becoming empty and replaced by new ones.

His gentle and unhurried words were good at calming down your entire body and soon, you felt your eyes drooping.

"I think we should both go back to bed now." Jace whispered. "I told Cregan we'll go play some basketball tomorrow morning and I want to beat him."

You laughed at the thought of your giant of a brother going up against Jacaerys. "Well, good luck to you."

With a tiny yawn, you stood up and smiled at him once again. "Thank you for the conversation, Jace. Sleep well."

"Goodnight." Jace said softly and for a moment, you lingered in the doorway, imagining if you weren't leaving. Imagining the two of you, him with you in his lap, pulling you closer as you kissed.

But you could dream about these things.

With one last smile, you left him, although your heart ached to stay with him for just a little longer.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🍋.

One afternoon, you were reading by the pool in the backyard. 

You had just come back after your shift at your holiday job, helping out in a little bookshop downtown, and were now ready to relax all day.

On a small table next to your sun lounger stood a carafe of freshly pressed lemonade and the bookish harvest of the day, ready to be devoured by you until the sun went down.

The garden gate by the house rattled and you looked up, your hands nearly forgetting to put a bookmark between the pages as you spotted Jace letting himself in. 

Your mouth went dry at his appearance, dark sunglasses holding back his curls, his white shirt a stark contrast against them. Illuminated by your kitchen lights or the sun itself, it didn't seem to matter for him. 

He was so pretty, it almost made you want to look away, but you couldn't. You never could. And wasn’t this the root of the problem?

You swallowed against the dryness in your throat. “Hey.”

“Hi.” He smiled sheepishly at you before he looked up to Cregan’s window. “Cregan is not home yet?”

You shook your head. “Nope. It’s just me right now. Should I tell him you stopped by?”

He scratched his neck, a little helpless. “Um…if it’s okay, I could stay and wait for him? I like spending time with you, too, if that’s alright.”

You wanted to bury your face in your hands and giggle like stupid. You didn’t. “Yes, of course, no worries. Would you like a lemonade?”

Jace gratefully took the glass from your hands, your knuckles brushing against one another. “Thanks. You can continue reading if you want, just act like I’m not here.”

You thought about the steamy chapter you had just begun reading and considered your options. If you read, it was like every character the narrator was in love with became Jace. In your head, you two had already kissed and made love a thousand times like this. If you continued reading those longing and hot scenes with Jace so close to you, you were afraid you’d actually implode.

You watched him closely as he sat down by the edge of the pool, abandoning his shoes so he could dangle his long legs into the water.

The words in front of you melted together on the page, making it impossible to continue reading when he was so close to you.

Shifting on your sunchair, you allowed yourself to simply look at Jace who tilted back his head, closing his eyes against the sun and appreciating the quietness of the backyard. You wanted to go to him and kiss him on the lips. You wanted to go inside and splash very cold water on your face to stop these thoughts from happening.

“You know, I never see you swimming in here.” Jacaerys looked at you curiously, eyes scrunched together a little from the sun and probably the fact he was not wearing his contacts. 

You shrugged, a little shy out of the sudden. “I used to, when I was younger. But…not anymore.”

“What happened?” Jace looked at you, curious yet a little worried.You tried to shrug it off, only to realize there was no shame in you when you talked to him. He waited for you, patiently so, but somehow you knew he would’ve let it go if you wanted it.

“We were on vacation once, Cregan, Sara and I, with our parents.” You told him and in your mind you could see the three of you playing together in the garden, your brother giving you a piggyback ride as Sara laughed in delight. “I wanted to go swimming in the morning, but no one was awake yet, so I snuck out. I just couldn’t wait to get into the pool. But I underestimated how deep it was and I couldn’t hold myself up well enough then…Cregan had woken up when he heard me leave and found me. I scared everyone, but I was okay, just coughed up some water and was shocked at my own boldness. Ever since, the pool and I are not really on good terms.”

Jacaerys looked at you, eyes filled with consternation and empathy. “I’m sorry you had an experience like this. That must’ve been very scary.”

You looked at him with surprise, but there were no jokes in him, only sympathy. “It was, but it’s okay. I was…six, I think, so it’s long behind me.”

“This whole pool is a waste if you can’t enjoy it.” Jace tried to lighten the mood and as always, his playful tone lured a smile out of you. A certain sparkle danced through his eyes and you knew whatever came next could not be taken seriously: “What would you like to have instead of it? A garden library maybe, for all your books? Maybe I can convince Cregan to cement the pool shut once your parents are gone next weekend.”

You laughed, a warm rush blossoming through you at the mention of your own little library. He knew how much you read and he had no clue you were seeing him in every love interest of your cheesy romance novels… “I bet my parents would love that and totally not…murder us once they’re back.”

As you laughed together, the small weight on your chest lifted itself and the memory from your story faded again, nothing but a distant thought of the past. 

Cregan came home a little later and as he and Jace left to go up into his room, the two of you smiled at each other one last time, as if you were sharing a secret no one knew but you now.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🍿.

It was getting late, but Tuesday was movie night and neither of the three of you wanted to pull out of it first. 

Cregan, Jace and you had pushed the couch table to the side and splayed blankets and pillows all over the carpet earlier.

To our feet was the rest of your movie snacks, but only a half-full bowl of popcorn remained which you passed back and forth from time to time.

When Cregan had suddenly not grabbed the bowl from you anymore, you and Jace had shared a knowing look.

Your brother was snoring softly, his head tilted back and arms entwined in front of his broad chest. He was out cold, completely oblivious to the movie still running quietly on the TV screen.

But you and Jace were still awake.

And out of the sudden you realized that you had never sat so close to each other. Your shoulders were almost touching and somewhen, your legs had ended up underneath his blanket, your fuzzy socks brushing against his calf.

You willed your breathing to remain regular, seemingly impassive as you continued to watch the movie, but you simply could not concentrate, not when Jace’s presence so close to you clouded all your senses like this.

The atmosphere was thick with tension and you wondered if all of this was only happening in your mind. You took a deep breath and reached for the popcorn again.

Tiny lightning struck you as your fingers brushed against Jace’s, neither of you pulling back.

You took all your courage and looked up to him, his burning gaze already resting on you. You swallowed thickly, unable to look away and when you felt his thumb brushing over your knuckles, you were sure you were going mad.

It seemed like Jace couldn’t look away either and a full-body shudder went through him when your leg shifted against his.

“You can sleep.” Jace whispered into the darkness, gulping hard. “I’ll switch the TV off later. I…I’ll watch over you.”

I don’t want to sleep. I want you and I’m afraid of what happens to me if I can’t have you.

But you feared your own words and the impact that they might have, destroying everything Jace and you had become over the last couple of months.

What if dreams were safer than reality, where nothing could hurt or disappoint you?

Your head fell softly against Cregan’s shoulder, sweet oblivion already pulling you under at the outlook of his sweet promise to you. 

As you drifted asleep, you could’ve sworn there was a featherlight brush over your thigh, four little invisible letters forever imprinted into your soft skin

m…        

...i...           

 …n...                      

…e

And as he watched your breath evening out, Jacaerys sighed deeply, his head bumping against the cushions of the couch and trying to calm down his pounding heart.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ📖.

The weekend came and Cregan and you watched your parents’ car leave the driveway, your arms slung around each other as you waved at them before they drove out of sight.

Your brother and you were standing together for a moment of silence until you said: “If tonight escalates in any way, I’m telling mom.”

“If you sneak downstairs and drink with the guys, I’m telling dad.”

You snorted, unimpressed. “Please, I’d rather lock myself in my room all weekend long if it means I can avoid your stupid house party.”

Later that day, when it had gotten dark outside and the lawn was plastered with abandoned bikes and a few cars parked nearby, you realized how painfully true you had spoken.

Cregan’s party had been going strong for a while now and you felt like a hermit, hiding upstairs in your room to avoid the chaos that was probably taking place downstairs.

You had curled up by the window with a book, but couldn’t find peace. 

Every minute, someone downstairs was calling for a toast or more shots which was celebrated by everyone. Music was blasting through the speakers and you groaned internally at the way the vibrations could be felt through your carpet.

Cregan could only pull this because the neighbors loved him for helping out here and there sometimes and because he always miraculously managed to clean up the house like nothing wild had ever occured here.

When you heard something shatter downstairs, you had enough.

You closed your book and got up. 

Sure, you had wanted to stay away from all the fuzz Cregan’s friends made, but this was still your house. You were allowed to move around whenever you wanted.

You muttered the words to yourself as you closed your door behind you, stomping down the staircase Cregan had declared taboo for everyone.

No one really took notice of their host’s little sister as you walked down the hallway, past many guests who were lingering by the walls and chatting with each other.

Making your way past the living room, you could see that the couch table had been pushed back for more space to dance, but the kitchen was relatively empty compared to the rest of the house.

There were multiple open pizza cartons on the counter and you grabbed yourself an extra cheesy slice as you looked around, amazed at how none of these people seemed to care who was walking around here. 

All except one.

“I thought you might’ve taken refuge tonight at Baela’s.” Jace said behind you and you turned around with a sigh, smiling at him in playful annoyance.

“I wish I could’ve, but she is not in town as you might know.” You told him, munching on your pizza. “She’s at some bonding activity dinner with her dad.”

Jace hummed knowingly. “I heard. So you had no choice but to suffer the consequences of Cregan’s actions?”

The two of you looked around and you winced when you heard some splashes coming from the backyard, accompanied by some carefree shrieks of delight. Jace bit his lip, a little guilty at your discomfort. 

“I’ll come around tomorrow and help him clean everything up.” He offered as a small comfort, his hand itching to rest on your shoulder like you had done to him. “There won’t be a dirty spot, I promise.”

“I know, Jace.” You sighed. “Thank you, truly. Where is my brother, by the way?”

Jace looked flustered to the ground, before smiling at you without teeth. “I think he went somewhere with a girl.”

“Of course he did.” Another loud crash went down outside and something in you snapped. “Okay, I’m going to go outside for a second, I don’t think some of these assholes realize we have neighbors, hold on-”

Jace looked over his shoulder, telling a group nearby to keep it down a little before he followed you.

For just a moment, you disappeared in the crowd and he had no idea which side you had gone for, trying to stand taller to spot you in the garden.

You quickly found the source to all the noisiness.

Three of Cregan’s guests, all boys you had never seen before in your life, were battling themselves for the biggest jump in the pool, splashing everywhere and soaking the pillows on the sun chairs with water.

“Hey.” You stared them down, blocking one of them from taking another leap in the pool. “Could you stop being an ass and jumping into the pool like a maniac? We have neighbors on each side of our backyard and it’s almost midnight, it’s so rude.”

The guy grinned down at you, looking over his shoulders to his smirking friends. “Did you hear that, guys? I think Cregan’s mom just came home, are you the fun police or what?”

You stared at him, irritated at such rude behavior. “I’m just telling you to calm down a little or I’ll kick you out, how’s that?” You might’ve been only Cregan’s little sister, but growing up with a fiercely protective brother like him, you had learned to stand your ground. And you were not scared of an idiot who looked like he had pissed his pants.

“Aww, I think you need a little fun, don’t you think?” He looked down on you, stepping closer until you felt the need to step back. “How about a little cool-off for you, huh?”

And with those words, he abruptly pushed you into the pool and everything went dark around you.

The people who had watched the heated exchange gasped and Jacaerys perked up as he heard nothing but quietness, quickly pushing his way through the crowd.

He came to a sudden stop at the edge of the pool, his eyes flickering back and forth between the guys standing by the edge and the water’s surface, its softening waves quietening down.

But underneath it, illuminated by the night lamps of the pool, he saw you and his eyes widened.

He did not think, did not even hesitate before he jumped into the water after you.

The surprising cold was like a shock to his system, his wet clothes dragging him down to where you floated, your eyes wide open but unseeing as you watched the bubbles around you.

Suddenly, you were six again and you couldn’t move.

You thought you were dying and no one would know, no one would know what you still had to say.

You wanted to kick and scream, to do something goddammit, but you were paralyzed by the sudden overwhelming scare.

Jace blinked and pushed himself forward, icy fear shooting through his veins when you gave no reaction that you had taken any notice of him. But the fear was quickly joined by the rage, anger over you, the most innocent being in this whole house, having been the one who took the most damage tonight...

Jace and you broke through the surface, the air rushing back into your lungs all at once and making you gasp painfully. Disoriented, you clung to Jace's shirt, looking around wildly as he pulled you close and soothed you.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here, it's okay, love." He murmured near your ear and you felt your body slump, not able to hold yourself up yet.

You felt his hands on your waist and then, with one hand around your back and the other supporting the back of your knees, he walked towards the low end of the pool, carrying you out as if you weighed nothing.

You painfully became aware of how quiet it had gotten around you. Everyone in the garden was looking at you, shocked and a little ashamed that a foul joke like that had escalated into something so serious.

Something ugly and hot burned in your throat and you buried your face in Jace's wet neck, holding on to him for dear life and wishing everyone would just disappear.

A helpless whimper escaped you and Jace held you only tighter. "It's okay, I got you. I won't let anything happen to you, we're almost out."

Both of your clothes hung heavily down your bodies as he left the pool with you, throwing one last deathly glance at the guy who messed with you before he made his way towards the house, still mumbling little sweet nothings in your ear as you tried to regulate your breathing to no avail.

You shivered even as you entered the warm house and simply tried to focus yourself on Jace. He efficiently made his way through your home and before you knew it, he was walking up the taboo staircase, going straight to your room.

You quietly sniffled to yourself, letting him carry you a few more steps before he gently set you down on your bed. He looked around, one hand brushing back his wet hair, and found your fluffy bathrobe hanging by the door.

"Can I?" He asked lowly, his heart aching at your slumped form on the bed. This whole incident had deeply shaken you to the core. "You're going to be cold soon if you don't get out of your…wet clothes."

If the situation had been different, you'd match his fierce blush, but it was like every feeling of shame had vanished from your chest and only left you empty. You nodded silently, taking the bathrobe he handed you before he turned around and faced the door.

You quickly slipped out of your clothes and sighed when you were enveloped by the fluffy robe.

"You can look again…" You told him and he turned around with a shaky exhale.

Normally, his job here was done now. He could go, rejoin the party and find Cregan so he'd kick those guys out.

But Jace could not imagine a single place where he was needed more in this moment than right here, with you.

"Should I make you a tea?" He broke the silence, fidgeting with his hands. When one of his younger brothers was hurting, he'd always make it better with a hug, but you were different, you were so much more-

"Can you just hold me for a while?" You pulled the rope tighter around you, your wet hair still clinging to your neck and cheeks. "Please?"

Maybe the leap into the pool had made you silly. It was bold and daring and you had no right to ask him of this, but your heart had spoken deeply from its core and you found that you did not wish to take the words back.

Jace's gaze softened at your plea. "Of course." He mumbled softly and sat down beside you.

A heavy shudder ran through you as his arms pulled you against him and you gladly fell into his side; letting yourself be held like a small child, your hands clinging to the arm wrapped around you.

You couldn't help yourself when your bottom lip started to wobble again and neither of you had to say it, he knew why this had been so scary to you. You felt his chin rest on your hair and his strong arms around you and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be comforted by him.

You had dreamed about being held by him, more than you could ever count, but not like this. It was a bittersweet feeling and when you snuggled yourself closer to him, in need for warmth and him, Jace took a deep breath.

"We should find you a towel." He murmured, his lips ghosting over your temple just like his hand had ghosted over your thigh…

You shivered, but not because you were cold anymore.

"I don't want you to get sick."

You nodded, sitting up with him and looking deep into his eyes. He didn't seem like he was able to get up just yet, the two of you lost in each other.

He had jumped into the cold water for you, not even hesitating a second. Your heart brimmed with love for him, nearly as bad as what it felt like to drown. And god, how you wanted to drown in him…

His dark eyes flickered down to your mouth and only now, you realized how close you still were sitting together, the slip of your bathrobe revealing half of your naked thigh to him.

"Jace…" You whispered and prayed all the prelude of wanting him and not being sure if you were allowed to have him was finally over now. "I-"

The door to your room opened and in came Cregan, panting as if he had run upstairs. 

"Shit, are you okay?" He rushed to you, kneeling in front of the bed and looking you over in concern. "I was told what happened, I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

"It's okay." You mumbled, not wanting to worry him further. You already had scared Cregan badly enough for one time in your lives. "Jace helped me."

If Cregan noticed that he and you were still linking pinkies, he did not say anything about it. "I threw these fuckers out right away. The party is over."

You blinked at him. "What? You were excited about it all week. You don't have to-"

"Almost everyone is gone already." Cregan tried to smile encouragingly at you, but you could still see the worry in his eyes. "How about you'll change into something dry and I make us a snack? Are you sure you’re okay?"

"I'll leave you two." Jace announced quietly and squeezed your hand once more. "I'll go downstairs and make sure everyone is gone."

For just a moment, you did not want to let go of his hand and your fingers brushed midair before he slipped out of your grasp.

As the door closed behind him and Cregan brought you a towel for your hair, you already missed him like a lost limb.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🌸.

Of course, what had to happen, happened; a few days later, you found yourself sick.

Neither you nor Cregan had told your parents how the party had abruptly ended, a secret deal between the two of you so they wouldn't worry too much about you and they didn't have to punish Cregan for it.

So, your days at the end of summer were spent on the couch downstairs, curled up under a blanket and frequently attended by Cregan who brought you snacks and chocolate milk. It sucked and it was boring since you quickly ran out of books, but it was better than the horrible panic that went through you when you had been thrown into the pool.

On day three though, you had a visitor.

You blinked as steps approached your little sickbed, still a bit sleepy from your afternoon nap and the delicious noodle soup that had been made for you. But to your surprise, Cregan only stood at the staircase, smiling fondly at you before disappearing upstairs, making room for Jace who had waited behind him.

Your heart skipped a beat and a thousand thoughts rushed through your head. When had you showered the last time, did you comb your hair this morning, were you-

"Hey." Jace said softly. "I wanted to see if you were feeling better."

"A little." You smiled at him, sitting up and placing your wolf in your lap as he walked towards you. "You didn't have to come though, I don't want you to get sick."

He brushed your worries away and sat down on the carpet in front of your couch. "I brought you some tea. Raspberry was your favorite, right? And then, I thought you might want some new reading material."

You gasped as he conjured up a big bouquet of wildflowers from behind his back. At the first glance, it was only the most beautiful flower bouquet you had ever seen, but then you spotted a book in the middle of the blossoms.

And then another one.

And another one.

"Jace…" You whispered with wide eyes, shaking your head at him in disbelief. "You made me a flower bouquet with books?"

He bit his lip in flusteration, a pretty pink blush appearing on his cheeks. "Yeah...I went to the bookstore you work at and thought about what you might enjoy. I hope you like them, I kept the receipt just in case and-"

"Jace." You interrupted him and now it was your turn to blush as you pressed the bouquet to your chest, the new books in the middle of it already singing your name. "This is the loveliest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, I love it so much. I bet the books you chose are wonderful."

In this moment, it didn't matter to you that you were sick and still a little nasal. The way he smiled up at you, like you were his entire world and his shoulders sagged with relief - your heart screamed at you to finally give in.

Give in to him.

The wrapping paper around your bouquet rustled against your chest as you bent forward and rested a careful hand on Jacaerys' cheek.

He looked up at you with wide puppy eyes, thunderstruck at the tender touch and then you really didn't know anymore who made the first move but it didn't matter, because then-

Your lips touched softly.

It barely was a real kiss, merely the brush of a butterflies' wing against you, but it was all you had longed for for so long.

Neither of you dared to breathe, the moment too soft and fragile to become anything deeper. But you felt him exhale shakingly, his thumb softly holding your chin to keep you close for just a moment longer. It was the softest first kiss you could’ve imagined for yourself.

You leaned back, but only a little, and watched as Jace's eyes blissfully fluttered open, fixing your own wide ones dreamily.

"If I would've known books are the way to your heart, I would've brought you some so much earlier." He confessed breathlessly.

You shook your head, your lips still tingling from this first shy kiss. "You have been in my heart since I first met you."

Jacaerys wanted to melt from the victorious roar his heart let out, a dragon taking flight. "I've been in love with you, too. Ever since Cregan introduced us."

Your hands found their way to each other before you let out a sudden laugh.

"What is it?" He wanted to know.

"I just- I kissed you."

He grinned. "Yeah, you did." And he was in need of a repetition already.

"Jace, you're going to be sick like me." You pointed out guiltily, although it didn't seem too bad to have a companion in your little misery, especially if it was him.

"Oh." He did not look like he had a single care for the consequences of your actions. 

"Are you two done yet down there?!" Cregan called from upstairs and when your eyes met, you broke into laughter and your heart blossomed at Jace's happy giggle.

It knew now that he was yours.

And you were his, just as he had once written on your upper thigh…

𓆩♡𓆪

[princesspop]

"𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒆."

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

Off to the races - Lana Del Rey

[megalomaniacz]

i’m so happy to see more ppl starting to write about sub ellie and i loved ur recent one!! do you think you could write subby loser ellie x mean reader? <3

nsfw! 𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

i love being self indulgent. i didn’t know tlou tumblr fucked with sub!ellie like that, so as a dom i’ve been writing essentially from another perspective. i’m so happy i get to be in my element, i hope you like this.

sub!ellie vs being degraded (she loses everytime) sat between your spread legs, butt against your crotch. you’ve got her spread open, hand tracing shapes on her inner thighs but refusing to give attention to where she needs it.

“please.” she whines, bottom lip stuck in her teeth. face scrunched out of frustration. “fuck.”

“oh, you’re gonna have to do better than that.” you laugh, kissing the nape of her neck. she whines and it causes you to take your hands off her. you move them to her chin, forcing her to look back up at you. “what did i tell you about making all that fucking noise? if you want something you need to say it. use your words.”

and she’s about to cry, actually, she is crying. a tear slips down her cheek. puppy eyes staring up at you, lips finding themselves fixing into a pout. she just wants your touch and can barely think enough to ask. plus, the way you’re talking to her has her sodden.

you ignore her. let her cry and pout and whine until she finally calms herself. “i need you. please. i need you to touch me.”

bonus points for asking, but all that crying has got you lacking mercy. you slip a hand down over her dripping heat, collecting some on the tip of your fingers and rubbing it all over her clit. she digs her fingers into your arm, throwing her head back and bucking up into your touch. “fuck that- right there.” she cries out.

you wait until she’s shaking, struggling to compose herself. moaning your name out, breathing heavy. chest pulsing, nails nearly drawing blood into your skin. then you lean your head forward to whisper in her ear. “you better not fucking come until i tell you to, you don’t want to find out what happens if you do.”

[cantstops1mping]

Bored

꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

// 🖤 - smut//

2121 words

{ao3}

§Yang Jeong-in | I.N. x m!reader x Christopher Bahng | Bangchan, m!reader x OT8 Stray Kids§

[male reader, bottom!reader, top!Yang Jeong-in | I.N., top!Christopher Bahng | Bangchan, 9th member!reader, maknae!reader, reader gets called: dove. jagi. jagiya. slut. whore, skirt, stockings, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamics, crying during sex, oral sex m.receiving (reader & bangchan), anal sex, unprotected sex, punishment, femboy not really, humiliation kink, groping, free use, couch sex, threesome, size kink, porn with plot]

«Jeongin got bored and you were the only one who could cure his boredom.»

This is my first smut! hope you all like it! (>/////< " )

Lee Know had put you in a skirt as punishment for being a brat while you all were filming Skzcode last week. 

The skirt punishment, one you hated with your entire being. No underwear, stockings, and this very small skirt which left little to the imagination. It only covered half of your ass and left your dick fully revealed at the front. 

The skirt meant free use, not that free use isn't always a thing, but it's more than usual. Over the couch, on the floor, pressed on the wall, on the counter, in the shower, everywhere.

Depending on how bad you were, a time limit was given for how long you had to wear the skirt. Sometimes it was a day, sometimes it was a week, sometimes even 2 weeks.

This time, it was only a week; a week of pure humiliation from all the other members. 

“Aww look at your tiny dick just hanging there; do you have no shame?”

“Dove, I dropped this mind picking it up?”

“Did that get you hard? Everything just goes straight to your dick doesn’t it?”

That's just a few of the things they say, along with sneaking pictures of your ass; the entire time is a nightmare for you.

Today you were happy to find out that 3racha and Seungmin were out to the studio to record and edit, while danceracha was out practicing, leaving you in an empty house. 

Well, almost empty. Everyone was out except Jeongin, your youngest hyung.

You wish you could take off the skirt but Jeongin was still here. You knew you would get spanked if ever tried taking it off and hiding it so you kept it on. You just opted to just stay in your room all day.

…

“Jagi, mind getting me water?” Jeongin yells from the living room

“Ok!” you yell back unhappily.

Slowly you walk out of your room and to the living room. You see Innie playing a game. Trying to quickly pass by him he grabs your arm and yanks you on his lap. “had to distract me didn’t you? Walking by like a slut in that short skirt.” he says while groping your ass.

As he gropes your ass, you can't help but get hard.

“already hard? You only think with your dick, don't you?” he says into your ear slyly.

He quickly manhandles you to lie on the couch. Ass up on the arm of the couch leaving your legs hanging off the side of the couch. “Hyung! Wait!” you yelp as he moves you around like a ragdoll.

“Wait? Why? Let me make you feel good, jagiya. You clearly want it” he smirked making you blush.

He lifts your skirt up to reveal the entirety of your hardened dick. He wraps his hand around the base of your erection. Jeongin’s hand almost covers your entire dick. Just leaving the tip out. “Look at how small your dick is. You can barely see it.” He says as he fakes a pout. 

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as Jeongin continues to taunt you about the size of your dick. He starts to stroke you slowly, his grip firm but gentle. You can't help but moan softly at the sensation, the embarrassment mixing with pleasure in a confusing whirlwind of emotions.

Jeongin leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "Do you like that, whore? Do you like being teased and humiliated like the naughty little slut you are?" His words send shivers down your spine.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building up inside you. Jeongin's hand works magic on you, his movements, calculated and precise, driving you wild with need. You grip the edge of the couch tightly, your whole body tingling with anticipation.

As you reach your peak, Jeongin speeds up his strokes, his thumb rubbing against your tip in just the right way to send you over the edge. With a strangled cry, you come hard, the intensity of your release leaving you breathless and dizzy. Jeongin smirks triumphantly, his hand still wrapped around your spent cock.

You lie there, panting and flushed, feeling a strange mixture of shame and satisfaction wash over you. You see Jeongin go down on his knees. “Wait what a-” You're interrupted by a moan escaping as Jeongin puts your dick in his mouth. It immediately hardened as you felt his wet mouth. 

“W-wait I just came!” you whine as he starts bobbing his head up and down. 

He quickly releases your dick from his mouth with a pop. “you're telling me your dick isn't hard?” he says quickly as he goes back to sucking your cock.

You can't help but moan at the sensation of his warm mouth enveloping your sensitive length once again. Jeongin's skilled tongue swirls around you, expertly teasing and coaxing another wave of pleasure from your body. Despite just having come, your cock responds eagerly to his ministrations, hardening once more under his touch.

The feeling of Jeongin's mouth moving up and down your shaft, the wet heat and suction creating an overwhelming sensation that leaves you gasping and writhing beneath him. You can't believe how good it feels.

As Jeongin continues his relentless assault on your cock, you can feel yourself reaching the edge once again. The pleasure builds and builds, spiraling out of control until you can't hold back any longer. With a guttural moan, you release once more, into Jeongin’s mouth. Your body shuddering with the force of your climax.

Jeongin pulls back and swallows, a satisfied smirk on his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Such a naughty little slut, coming for me twice in a row," he says, his voice dripping with amusement and satisfaction. You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through you.

As you catch your breath, Jeongin leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Don't think this is over, baby. I'm just getting started with you." as he says this his hand engulfs your cock again.

“Wait! Hyung, please it's too much! Hyung!” you begged in between moans, almost crying.

“Why would I stop when you're already hard?” He says with a smirk on his face.

You feel yourself being pushed to the edge once again, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as Jeongin's hand works its magic on your sensitive length. His touch is relentless, driving you wild with need and desire. You can't help but moan and writhe beneath him, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear.

As Jeongin continues to stroke you, his movements becoming faster and more urgent, you can feel yourself teetering on the brink of another release. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure as you spiral closer and closer to the edge. The rings on his hands leaving a cooling effect on your heated length, making you weak.

You try pushing jeongin's hand off of your overstimulated cock. Trying to not burst into tears from the overstimulation.

“Hey, has anyone seen m-” Chan gets interrupted with a moan from you.

“Chan, can you hold his hands?” Jeongin asks the older man.

“No, no! Please!” You weep. Begging Chan to stop Jeongin from any further assault on your dick.

Chan hesitates for a moment, looking conflicted as he sees the distress written all over your face. But ultimately, he complies with Jeongin’s request and takes hold of your hands, preventing you from pushing Jeongin away.

As Jeongin continues to pleasure you, Chan watches with a mixture of curiosity and arousal, he can feel his dick hardening. His grip on your hands was harsh. He can see the tears welling up in your eyes and the way your body trembles from the overwhelming sensations.

Jeonging slips two fingers into your ass. Adding to the simulation, making you cry harder.

The mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelming your senses. Jeongin's expert touch on your cock, combined with the intrusion of his fingers into your ass, sends you spinning into a whirlwind of pleasure. Tears stream down your face as you fall completely to the mercy of your youngest hyung and Chan, who holds your hands in place, preventing you from escaping the intense pleasure coursing through your body.

Your moans and cries fill the room, the sound of your desperation and need echoing off the walls. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch that threatens to consume you entirely. The humiliation mingling with the overwhelming pleasure in a way that excites you.

As Jeongin continues to pleasure you, his fingers moving in and out of your ass with a relentless rhythm, you feel yourself teetering on the brink of another release. The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear, the overwhelming pleasure threatening to consume you entirely. You can't help but cry out in ecstasy, your body trembling with the force of your impending climax.

With a final, guttural moan, you feel yourself climax once more, your body shaking with the force of your release. You're left panting and breathless, completely spent and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you. Jeongin smirks triumphantly, his hand still wrapped around your quivering cock.

As you try to catch your breath, Jeongin leans in close once again, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're such a good little slut, aren't you? Coming for us like that, over and over again." His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of shame and pleasure washing over you.

Jeongin flips you over on your stomach with one swift motion, making you yelp. He presses your face into the cushions of the couch, your ass exposed and vulnerable. You can hear Jeongin shuffling behind you, while Chan gets his rock-hard cock out. 

With a sudden thrust, Jeongin pushes his dick into you, making you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The sensation of being penetrated so suddenly and forcefully sends a jolt of electricity through your body, causing you to clench your muscles in response. You can feel every inch of him inside you, stretching you to your limits and filling you in a way that leaves you breathless.

Meanwhile, Chan positions himself in front of you, his hard cock bobbing in front of your face. He taps your cheek gently, indicating that he wants you to open your mouth for him. You comply, feeling a sense of submission and obedience as you eagerly take him into your mouth. The taste of him is musky and slightly salty, but you find yourself enjoying the feeling of him against your tongue.

As Jeongin continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming faster and more urgent, you can feel yourself being pushed to the brink once again. The sensation of being taken from both ends is overwhelming, the thrill of the situation only adding to your arousal. You can feel the beginning of a familiar tension building in your body, the pleasure and pain mixing together in a heady cocktail that threatens to drive you over the edge.

You can hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the groans and moans filling the room as you're being used by both Jeongin and Chan. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the intensity of the moment almost suffocating in its power. You can feel yourself surrendering to the sensations, losing yourself in the pleasure of being taken so thoroughly and completely.

As Jeongin's thrusts became more erratic and desperate, you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of another climax. The pressure building inside you is almost unbearable, the need for release driving you to the brink of oblivion. You can't help but cry out, the overwhelming sensations taking hold of you completely.

With a final, desperate cry, you feel yourself plummet over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your release. You can feel Chan pulsing inside your mouth, his own climax adding to the intensity of the moment. You're left trembling and breathless, completely spent and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you.

As you lie there, panting, you can feel Jeongin and Chan's hot breath on your skin, their bodies pressed against yours in a tangle of limbs and sweat. “Honestly I called you over to get me water because I was bored and hard,” Jeongin says to you smirking 

“And I forgot what I came here for,” Chan says with a groan.

© cantstops1mping 2024; please do not copy, steal, repost, modify, translate, or recommend on any other platform without giving me credit or without my permission!

[kuronekobaji]

literally gonna torch this place I GOT A REQUESTTT FROM BAJISDARLING I THINK BUT I CANT FIND THE BLOG ?? ANYWAY. TYYY FOR REQUESTING I LOVE U SO MUCH

warnings: smut from the middle to the end [kind of, it’s left on a cliffhanger he gets ready to eat you out], mentions of foolish animal abuse [feeding chocolates to dogs, outdoor cats], not proofread, sorrryyyyyyyy

synopsis: your husband, keisuke, comes home after a frustrating day at work. what better way to relieve his stress than lose himself in you?

note: this is so fucking short like 700 words MAX i thinkkk idk i didn’t do a wc but yeah… he’s a vet in this because eh . i highkey forgot how to write so this is complete and utter ass but i hope it’s half decent,, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE I’LL BEG ON MY KNEES PLE

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

-𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

keisuke practically slams the door open, anger simmering underneath the surface of his not-so-stoic expression. he had an absolute clusterfuck of a day, and he really wanted nothing more than to melt into you completely; forget about the assholes he had the displeasure of encountering earlier and simply hold you like his own personal teddy bear. in lots of ways, you were.

he hurriedly locks the door and takes a brief moment to just… admire you. naturally, his expression softens at your presence, the sight of you laid up and sitting on the couch doing a bit to calm his boiling blood.

your eyes snap to the sounds at the door, and you brighten at the sight of your husband. although you can tell he’s not in a good mood, you know he’s not going to take it out on you — not violently or verbally, atleast — and you’re aware that he just needs you right now.

“sweetheart,” you murmur as he practically turns into a dreary puddle and stumbles over to you. he’d never get enough of the way your voice sounds, especially when you call out so lovingly to him.

“doll…” he groans, falling into your open arms and suddenly hoisting you up by the hips and outer thigh to pull you into a position where he could comfortably rest on you.

“bad day?”

“tch. understatement of the goddamn century,” he rasps, deep voice muffled by your chest as he lays atop you and in between your legs. “these goddamn owners don’t know what the hell they’re doing.”

you hum inquisitively, fingers reaching up to gently stroke his dark locks. he sighs, burrowing further into your warm embrace and taking it as a sign to elaborate.

“some goddamn moron decided to feed their dog chocolate cake and wondered why it fell sick,” he deadpans, irritation already finding its way back to him — until the sensation of you surrounds him once more. “next, an ‘outdoor cat owner’ complained to me ‘cause their cat contracted some diseases. swear to god, there should be some legal form to sign for anyone who decides to adopt these animals. i’m so fuckin’ tired of this bullshit, couldn’t wait to get home to ya.”

an understanding noise comes from your throat. he nuzzles your chest, gratitude bubbling inside his own. there would never be enough words to express how much he loved you, how much you mattered to him — but you, being the damn angel you were, already knew.

“all of it’s pissing me off. woulda socked those motherfuckers in the face but i got the sweetest wife in the world to come to, so…”

you laugh softly, heat rising to your cheeks just like it did when he’d compliment you all those years ago. the sound of your seraphic giggles ebb away at the dread in him, fondness stirring in his russet hues.

“oi. it ain’t damn funny,” he playfully calls out, wanting to hear more of your laughter.

“sorry, sorry, i— ahah— you’re too… good to me. i love you.” your tone flows over with tenderness, making his heart skip a beat for a moment.

“i love you,” he sincerely remarks, kissing the closest part of you he could reach. “more than you realise.”

a loving smile is exchanged between you two, and your digits gently begin to massage his scalp. he gasps, the affectionate nature in your fingertips setting off a blaze in him. a groan of pleasure tears from him him, his body leaning into your touch. it came to you reflexively, like an instinct. you knew exactly how to push his buttons; where to touch, where to bite, where to kiss — there was much more, but it’d take a good few hours to complete that list.

either way, you loved drawing those pleased noises from him, loved hearing his rich and normally flat voice change into something full of affection and weakness for you, and only you.

“goddamn…” he breathes, “shoulders too. please.”

you oblige, hands beginning to work out the tension in his broad shoulders and chiseled shoulderblades.

“fuck. your hands are so damn soft,” he comments, euphoria shooting throughout him at each touch. his eyes then find yours, gazes locking in a shared time of adoration. “you’re… so soft.”

feeling a slight pull in the air, it’s as if the atmosphere itself leads both of your mouths to connect in a short time between two lovers.

however, the kiss deepens, things happen, and before you know it, your hands are desperately pawing at each other. his tongue pushes into your mouth, over and over, and he pulls away every time with spit bridging the tips of your tongues.

he grunts as he shifts, “wait.”

as he kneels, he swiftly strips himself of his shirt. your gaze quickly zeroes in on his muscular physique, scarred and toned body. his half-lidded eyes darken. without your consciousness, your hand reaches out and your fingertips trace a few of his scars. you could count each and every single one, with a blindfold and without.

his breath still falters when you touch him like that. so gently, so reverently — as if he’s some fragile thing that needs to be treated delicately. he didn’t think of himself as so, but it seemed like you did. not that he’d ever disliked it, it was just… unusual. until you came into his life, that is.

inevitably, your irises drift to that patch of curly, dark hair trailing from his stomach, down his v-line and to his crotch. you swallow, trying not to dwell on that topic in fear of turning this intimate moment into something more physical.

it was the easiest thing in the world for keisuke to notice your behaviour, though, and that the way your thighs just clenched.

“c’mere,” he gruffly mumbles, snatching you by your thighs and placing you on his lap before you could react. a smirk pulls at his dry lips. “attagirl. quiet ‘n let me rest on you, yeah?”

flustered at the praise, you nod. his face comes close to your neck, and your breath hitches as he inhales your scent like you’re a drug. he plants a few kisses across the sensitive skin, before his canines sink in and his teeth leave a mark. at the little squeak you let out, his tongue soothes over the bite, and he starts getting bolder.

large hands sneak underneath your shirt, palming one of your breasts without shame. the smirk on his mouth widens just a smidge, an almost sinister gleam in his sharp caramel eyes.

“hmph. bet you’re gettin’ wet too,” he murmurs, wanton voice dropping to a whisper. his other palm drifts to your ass, giving it a ‘smack’, before he proposes something that sends your stomach pooling with butterflies. “why don’t we check?”

in the blink of an eye, his hand is in your panties, already finding your dampness. a bark of laughter erupts from him, he’s almost tempted to coo at your adorable noises of embarrassment.

“keisuke!” you cry out, and he grins, baring those sharp teeth he’d never get tired of marking you up with.

“mm? screaming my name already, huh? we haven’t even begun yet,” he drawls, tone carrying a promise and a threat. “i’ll do a favor for ya and take these off,” he whispers, ripping your panties apart with one hand and shoving you onto your back. he immediately stares at your pussy, muttering, “there’s my girl.”

he brings your legs over the expanse of his wide shoulders, face inching closer between your aching thighs. holding you has always felt so right; the sensation of your softness in his greedy palms.

looking up at you with a blazing hunger, his breath fans over your clit. “keep your hands in my hair. i’m still damn frustrated, so i’m gonna eat this pussy ‘til i’m satisfied. you got that, angel?”

you suck in a breath. “mhm.”

“good girl.”

this was going to be a long night.

[firesgonnaburnyou]

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 and as i was walking to you, i saw her ♡ྀི ₊

[rmgiy]

𝖺𝗋𝗍ㅤ   ＿＿ㅤ  " 花 "ㅤㅤ 𝑓𝑙.ㅤㅤ 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾

..𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

[dewdr0pz-alt]

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 pretty little psycho

summary: Vox, Lucifer, and Blitzø finding out that you killed someone when you were alive

warnings: murder (obviously), mentions of abuse, angst(?), swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of Valentino, suggestive nicknames from Blitzø, Blitzø's section is less angsty?? idk

a/n: hello! i had this idea after coming home from a council event about substance abuse, bullying, etc. (oh the duality of man), and i wanted to write it :) let me know if you want a part two!

tags: (as always, just tagging a few people i think would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be on or off of the taglist!) @o-kye @zuuriell @strangleetomz @xxtalulahlovesyouxx@ax-y10 @stars-around-scars-collective@blu3-lemonad3@myheartticks@mochamuff1n@unbeleevable@danvstheworld @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @average-vibe @back-totheoldhouse

📺₊ ⊹𖦹 ׂ ⋆☆๋࣭ ⭑—Vox

(he had no idea lmao)

You had rushed out of Val's studio after you felt a panic attack creeping up on you, the long, sharp claws of anxiety piercing into your mind and body. Why couldn't you just get over it? It had happened so long ago, so why did it still matter to you now?

You ran into Vox's office, the closest room nearby, and sat in a corner, your trembling arms wrapping around your frame as you struggled to breathe normally. Your blurry vision tried to look for water, food, something to distract you, but it was just monitors and cameras. Your nails dug into your forearms as you paced around the room, shaking your head occasionally to try and get rid of the ringing sound in your head.

"What the fuck was that about?" A booming voice echoed through the room, making you freeze and hold your breath. You slowly stood and turned your head with wide eyes and was greeted with the sight of an enraged Vox.

"Jesus, calm your tits," Vox scoffed. "I just want to know why you ran out like that."

"You're not mad?" you stuttered, blinking away the tears in your eyes.

"I couldn't give two fucks," Vox said, "but Valentino's pissed. He wanted me to ask you since he was busy screaming at the tech crew." Vox took four steps closer to you and you went five steps back. "Tell me why you left."

"Why do you care?" you said shakily, your eyes still wide. God, you probably looked like a wild animal.

"Did you not hear me?" Vox snapped. "I said, I don't care, Valentino cares."

"I-it's nothing important," you lied, forcing a smile. "Just tired. I'll be back out in ten."

"Bullshit," he laughed bitterly. "People don't start trembling and sobbing because they're tired. Be serious."

"Why can't Valentino just ask me later?" you asked, slowly removing your nails from your skin and rubbing your fingers over the crescent-shaped imprints.

"Because you know he'll hurt you," Vox muttered, "and I don't want that to happen."

"Why not?" you arched a brow.

"Do you not remember the...transaction we've had for the past few months?" Vox sighed.

"Where I pretend to date you for publicity?" you replied.

"Yes, that," Vox said. "I know it's all for the media, but that doesn't mean I want bad things to happen to you." He paused and cleared his throat, moving away from the softer demeanor he had. "If Valentino hurt you, your face would be all fucked up for the cameras. Wouldn't want to date ripped-up flesh."

You sighed and shook your head. "I know my way around makeup, Vox, I'll be okay if he hurts me."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Tell me or I'll tell Valentino exactly where you're staying," he said, a malicious smile creeping onto his screen.

You froze as your blood ran ice cold. No. No, no, no, no, no. No, he wouldn't. Vox wouldn't do that. He'd promised. He wouldn't...right?

"You promised you wouldn't," you said shakily. "Y-you said you wouldn't tell him that I was at the hotel with Angel. You promised me."

"You think I give a shit?" Vox barked out a laugh. "I'll gladly tell Val." Vox noticed you backing away again and he wrapped his sharp claws around your forearms. "Tell. Me."

"FINE!" you shouted, causing his eyes to widen. "You wanna know why I freaked out? You wanna know why I panicked?" When he said nothing, you raised your voice. "Do you?" Before he could say anything, you screamed, "Because I didn't want a knife pressed up to my throat because I wasn't in the mood to remember that I killed my shitty excuse of a husband after he tried to kill me!"

Your words echoed into the otherwise silent office, your tears plinking against the cool tile. Vox stared at you for a long while, his expression nearly unreadable. After what felt like forever, he unwrapped his hand from your trembling arms and stepped back.

"I'll, uh," he said quietly. "I'll....leave you be."

As you watched him walk away, you thought he wouldn't tell Val. Val would use that to torture you for sure.

But as you moved to the door to leave, you saw Vox talking to Valentino, who had a ruthless smile on his face.

He knows.

˙ . ꒷ 🍎 . 𖦹˙— Lucifer

(he knew, but he didn't know why)

You two had been dating for a little bit, around three months, and he already knew so much about you. He knew the way you liked your toast, he knew your favorite color, he knew the line in your favorite book that always makes you cry, he knew that you said you loved horror movies and yet you always cover your eyes and squeal at the scary parts. He knew it all.

And yet, he didn't know who you killed or why you killed them.

How could he not know? You were a powerful overlord, and people knew that before you were an overlord, you'd proudly tell the stories of the person, or people, you'd killed while you were alive. Nobody could quite remember whom it was, though. Was it your friend? Your friend's mother? Your own mother?

As far as he knew, Alastor was the only one who truly knew (much to Lucifer's disgust), but Alastor didn't tell a soul. Figuring you wouldn't mind too much if he asked, Lucifer very casually asked you one day while you were getting dressed.

"Oh, just a few people," you replied, matching his tone despite the way your heart had dropped to your stomach. You hated talking about it. You hated that people knew you as "the pretty little psycho" or the "murderer overlord" because there was more to you than your past trauma.

"I gathered, dearest," Lucifer stuttered, "but may I know who in particular?"

You froze, your finger still lingering on the buttons of your dress. The mystery of whom you had killed was a mystery you preferred unsolved. It wasn't pleasant to think about. The relief you felt after was immense, disgustingly so. He'd think you were insane if you told him so.

"Hey, hey, darling," he said softly. "You're overthinking. I can tell. I won't be mad at you in the slightest." He paused. "Unless you killed a duck or something," he laughed. "You know I like mysteries."

"Less a mystery unsolved than a secret well kept," you said, hesitantly trying to switch the topic.

"Being vague and poetic won't get you out of this, I'm afraid," Lucifer chuckled, "but it is very attractive."

You sighed shakily and finished buttoning your dress before facing him.

"When I was alive," you started, "I had a husband. He manipulated me into thinking he was the best guy around, and I thought we were in love." You smiled sadly before it faded as you said, "We weren't." You took a breath as he nodded. "He was abusive, crass, cruel...I couldn't handle him anymore. One day, after he'd attacked me--" "What do you mean, 'attacked you'?" Lucifer asked.

"He asked me to cook a full meal for his friends an hour before they came," you said. "I said that couldn't be done, with the things he was asking for. Enraged, he...battered me up." You cleared your throat before continuing. "When his friends came over, I'd served them a casserole. I had added poison to it," you said more quietly, "but it must've not have been the right amount. In a blind rage, I grabbed a steak knife and..."

You stopped before continuing, Lucifer's wings wrapping around you in a protective embrace.

"He should've gone to Hell, not you," he murmured. "I'll make sure to hurt him like he hurt you when I find him."

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🔪𖦹🌹⭒°｡⋆ — Blitzø

(he knew who you killed, he didn't know why)

You stepped through the portal into the I.M.P office after a mission, your uniform clinging to your skin and sticky with blood. You wiped some blood off of your cheek with the heel of your palm before meeting Blitzø's gaze.

"Hey there, bitch," he said, a wide grin plastered onto his face. "You look sexy like that."

"Hello, sir," you sighed, slumping into a chair near Loona's desk and letting your head fall back.

"Who're you throwin' your head back for?" Blitzø said, the smirk audible in his voice.

"Leave them alone, sir," Millie chuckled. "They're tired from the mission! We all are!"

"They're used to it from killing her husband," Blitzø muttered.

Your head snapped up to glare at him. Millie and Moxxie froze. Loona gave Blitzø a look before looking at her phone again.

"Don't talk about it," you snapped.

"Why not?" Blitzø laughed. "It's why I hired you! Well, that and those rockin'—"

"Not a good time to be commenting on how hot you think I am," you scoffed.

"Why did you kill your husband, anyway?" he asked. "Wasn't good in bed?"

"He was an abusive piece of shit," you snapped.

"Oh."

He didn't really bring it up again after that after seeing how upset you got.

[luvologyy]

Hey, how's it going? Do you have a rules page for requests?

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[valiantales]

“”Hatred & Love””

⠀⠀⠀⠀The sun shone brighter than ever before, its golden rays piercing through the thick, gray fog that seemed to have settled upon the city like an unwelcome cloak. The air was crisp, yet somehow heavy with an unspoken tension that lingered in the very atmosphere. I found myself standing on the edge of the pier, my gaze fixed on the rippling waters of the bay below.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Ethel.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Her name danced through my thoughts like a malicious whisper, taunting me with memories of her perfect face and the way she had always managed to steal the spotlight, even when it wasn't hers to take. She had been my bully, my tormentor, and the one person who I had secretly loved all at once.

⠀⠀⠀⠀How could someone so beautiful be so cruel? I clenched my fists, feeling the anger and frustration boil up inside me once more. Why couldn't I just forget about her? Why did her name still send shivers down my spine, even after all these years? She had it all—fame, fortune, and the love of everyone she met. And me? I was nothing but a shadow, a ghost haunting the corners of her perfect life. But then again, perhaps that was what made her hate me so much. Perhaps it was because I was a constant reminder of everything she had taken for granted, of all the people she had stepped on in her quest for glory. Or maybe it was simply because she couldn't understand why I wouldn't just give up and disappear. Whatever the reason, I knew that our twisted dance would continue, and that I would never truly be free of her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The waves lapped gently against the wooden planks beneath my feet, and for a moment, I could almost imagine that they were calling out to me, beckoning me to join them on their endless journey. It was a tempting thought, but I knew I couldn't.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Not yet.

⠀⠀⠀⠀There were still too many unanswered questions, too much anger and hurt to sort through.

⠀⠀⠀⠀With a sigh, I turned away from the water and started to make my way back up the pier, my steps slow and deliberate. As I walked, I couldn't help but wonder what Ethel was doing at that very moment. Was she laughing with her friends? Was she enjoying the adoration of her fans? Or was she, for once, thinking about me? The thought brought a wry smile to my lips, even as my heart ached with a familiar mixture of pain and desire.

⠀⠀⠀⠀No matter where she was or what she was doing, I knew that she would always hold a special place in my heart, whether I liked it or not. And so, I would continue to stand on the edge of the pier, watching her from a distance, my heart torn in two by the woman who was both my worst enemy and my greatest love.

— Valiethelle Thylov, May 19th 2024.

[peachibunns]

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I'm already obsessed with this song omg

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[yukibunnii]

strawberries . *₊˚🍓୧

— strawberry picking with kazuha !

warning ; toothrotting fluff!! 🥹

strawberry picking with kazuha would be the sweetest.

it was warm and sunny today, and you agreed with kazuha on a little date idea: strawberry picking. you were currently getting ready, putting on a sundress in front of your mirror. it felt a little bit too plain, so you searched for something.. anything, to go with the dress. your eyes set on a beaded necklace that had a strawberry charm dangling from it, which was sitting right on top of your bedside table. you smile, thinking it was a perfect theme for your date with kazuha. though you did sort of struggle with the clasp, your face contorting as you try to put on the necklace yet fail miserably. your eyes narrowed with intense focus as you tried to clasp the necklace, the clasp seemingly impossible to fit together. you struggled silently, your face strained with the awkward position of your head and neck, and your brows furrowing in concentration. that's when you gave up with a sigh, turning around to call kazuha who you assumed was probably waiting out the door of your room.

"zuha! can you come in? I need a little help here!" you call out, that sweet nickname of his coming out of your mouth. with your permission to go in, you hear the doorknob twist and kazuha's figure walk in with a gentle smile. "yes, my sweet?" he says with a soft tone, walking right behind you with one hand on the small of your back. "you look gorgeous," he states, smiling sweetly at your reflection in the mirror. "what is it you need help with?"

your cheeks flush in a light shade of pink at his soft-spoken words, before clearing your throat. "could you help me with my necklace?" you ask, turning around to place the beaded necklace in his hands with a smile. you see kazuha nod with no hesitation, gently sweeping your hair over one of your shoulders. his gaze drifts down, settling on your nape as his fingers carefully wrap the necklace around your neck. "there we go," he whispers, pulling back and rearranging your hair. "is that all? are we ready to go?" he asks, turning you around to take a good look at you and admire how stunning you looked right now. you couldn't help but chuckle at the way he was looking you up and down, with a gaze that told you he was practically head over heels for you.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

having arrived at the strawberry field, he's surprised by how excited you are, since you immediately ran around with a grin....the sun hat you were wearing, having a white ribbon around it, almost falling from your head. but god, the way your sundress flowed in the breeze was so perfect to him. he sighs with a smile and shakes his head before walking up towards you and lacing his fingers with yours. "careful now, dove. you're going to drop your hat.. don't wanna lose it now, do we?" he smiles.

while picking out strawberries with him, he was carrying your woven basket for you. it was the basket you brought for the strawberries. crouched down beside you as you grabbed a handful of strawberries, he brings the basket close to you so the strawberries could be put in.

"i'm glad you thought of this, dove. the breeze is wonderful, it's not too warm nor cold, there isn't too many people around.... and you're right here beside me. it's perfect. you're perfect." he says in a soft-spoken voice, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. it was an attempt of his to start a conversation with you while you both pick strawberries. he sees you blink at him for a second in a stunned state, before you smile sweetly and peck his cheek. "you're a bit too charming sometimes, kazuha..." you say, also thinking about how cute it was that his cheeks went slightly red at your peck.

"zuha," you suddenly call out, turning your gaze towards him. "hmm?" he responds, blinking back at you. "taste it! is it sweet?" you grin at him while gently bringing a strawberry close to his mouth. he just lets out a breathy laugh before taking a bite of the sweet fruit you were feeding to him. you see his eyebrows raise, nodding eagerly. "it's sweet, like you."

with a basket full of strawberries, kazuha stands up first before offering you a hand to help you get up. well, until the both of you were interrupted by a fluffy white cat rubbing against your legs. you immediately beamed at the sight of the little kitty, petting behind its ears before it straight up just laid down in front of you and started purring. "aw, zuha, look! it even looks like you!" you laugh gently, petting its head. but oh, kazuha was not paying attention to the cat. he was more interested with how adorable you looked right now. you, being sweet with a cat? what sight could be more perfect than this..? without knowing it, kazuha was just smiling so tenderly at you as he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of you and the little cat. that definitely became his new lockscreen.

..you two decided to bake a strawberry shortcake after the date. ♡