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onlymingyus · 1 year

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Your Games Suck: Animal Crossing Edition

pairing; jeon wonwoo x kim mingyu x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; poly, dom!wonwoo, sub!mingyu, big dick!mingyu, unprotected sex, mild pet play, pet names, mlm, nipple play, fingering, spit play, hand on throat, thigh riding, grinding, scratching, marking, aftercare mentioned (if I have forgotten something let me know)

w/c; 5.9k and some change

requested; no

a/n; leave it to me to make minwon poly. I am not sorry. thank you to @wonwussy @onlyseokmins and @playmetheclassics for beta reading for me! and thank you to everyone for being patient and waiting just a little longer for this to be posted since I have been under the weather.

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Pursing your lips, you slide your legs up, opting to rest on over the thigh of the man resting behind you as he adjusts the Switch in his hands so that he can see the one in your hands. It wasn’t the smartest way to play a game together, but when you had asked Mingyu to cuddle with you, there was no way in hell he was going to say no.

Smiling against your ear, Mingyu drops his eyes to your Switch, watching the small character running around a tree with a net, trying to catch wasps. He had done something similar a few minutes before, and now his character was sporting a half-closed eye.

“You did better than me.”

Humming, you watch your character hold up the wasp for the camera announcing you had captured it before you glance at the large man resting behind you.

“Well, I play more Animal Crossing than you do. I’m surprised you even agreed to it.”

Shrugging, Mingyu turns his attention back to his own game, allowing his character to catch up with you. Like most of the afternoon, his cute villager had followed after you like a puppy as you collected insects, flowers and shook trees.

“It’s kinda fun. Pretty relaxing, actually. To be honest…I’m surprised Wonwoo let me come back over and ya know…do this.”

Smirking, you adjust between Mingyu’s legs, causing the man to take a breath and lean his head back briefly before he turns his attention back to the game, trying to keep his head. He wasn’t about to ruin this because he was thinking with his dick instead of his brain.

“I’m not. You are his favorite. He might even like you more than me. Are you going to steal my boyfriend one day, Gyu?”

Mingyu chuckles at your words before shaking his head. He knew you were kidding, but he also knew there was some truth behind them. Clearly, Wonwoo did have a soft spot for him if he was allowing him to be here like this with you without him in the room.

“Mm, how did you know? Figured out my master plan.”

With a smile, you lean your head back on Mingyu’s shoulder causing the man to take a subtle breath. He loved the feeling of you in his arms like this, almost too much. He knew this wasn’t going to be an everyday thing and that he shouldn’t get used to it but damn if you didn’t make it tempting.

“I’m just super smart. I might share him with you. If you ask nicely enough.”

Kicking off his shoes, Wonwoo reaches up to rub the back of his neck feeling the tension of the day running through him. He needed to relax, and he knew that the person who could help him the most by just existing wasn’t that far away.

Moving through the hall, the sound of your voice and Mingyu’s causes Wonwoo to stop in his tracks when he remembers that he had allowed his best friend to come over and keep you company. Sighing your boyfriend stands outside of the bedroom door for a moment considering the situation. After a long day, especially a stressful one, he knew he could ask for Mingyu to leave so he could have time with you alone, but he finds himself actually happy hearing the other man’s voice.

Pushing the door to the bedroom open, Wonwoo leaned against the door frame for a moment watching you with Mingyu. You looked happy and so did Mingyu. There was a stark difference between how you were with anyone else that Wonwoo had allowed you to be with romantically or sexually compared to how you were when you were with Mingyu or with Wonwoo. You looked relaxed, there was nothing you had to prove to either of them.

Glancing at the Switches in yours and Mingyu’s hands, Wonwoo smirks hearing the cute music that managed to reach his ears even under the sound of your voices. He knew how much you enjoyed Animal Crossing and he knew how many times he had told you he would play it with you later only to fall through on that promise. It made him happy to see the large, gentle puppy of a man resting behind you picking up his slack.

“Mm, you talked Mingyu into playing Animal Crossing with you?”

Smiling at Wonwoo’s voice you look up only to feel Mingyu start to move causing your smile to fade instantly.

“Where are you going, Mingyu? I didn’t tell you that you had to move? You can keep holding her. Don’t make my Princess sad. I literally told you to come over here and keep her company, didn’t I?”

Confusion evident on his face, Mingyu settles back against the pillows and the headboard allowing you to get comfortable between his legs once again. With a smile back on your face, you lean over your knees to kiss Wonwoo before resting your head back on Mingyu’s shoulder causing the man’s head to spin with what was happening.

“I just–I figured with you home, you’d want her to yourself. I didn’t want to overstep. You know, overstay my welcome. Not that I’m not enjoying this. Cause I am…a lot.”

Smiling to himself, Wonwoo looks down at his hands rubbing his thumb along his palm as you go back to playing your game and Mingyu watches him cautiously.

“I’d tell you if I wanted you to go. You’re fine, right where you are. Y/N loves that silly game. I never have time to play it with her. I’m glad you like it too, though I didn’t think you’d be into cutesy animal things, Mingyu.”

Furrowing his brows, Mingyu scoffs at Wonwoo’s teasing as he looks back at the Switch in his hands. You smile glancing over your shoulder at Mingyu, and he is a goner knowing he can’t disappoint you.

“Well, I–it’s kinda fun. It’s relaxing. Especially just laying here with Y/N like this. There’s not much to it. You can just rest and run around together.”

Biting your lip you lift a brow and look at Wonwoo as if you say “told you so” causing the man to roll his eyes at your dramatics.

“Mingyu is fun to play games like this with. He follows me around like a cute puppy. I like it. I can teach him how to play something for once.”

Sighing into a resolved laugh, Mingyu starts to try to defend himself when you describe him as a cute puppy but one glance back from you stops him before he starts. Instead, the man just leans his head back against the headboard and sighs once again.

Sitting near your and Mingyu’s legs, Wonwoo laughs at the exchange before lifting his hand to rub at the back of his neck when he meets his best friend’s eyes. He could tell that Mingyu was whipped for you, and he could understand the feeling.

“It’s alright, Gyu. She’s got you wrapped around her little finger. It’s like she said…it’s cute.”

Rolling his eyes, Mingyu lays down his Switch at Wonwoo’s teasing feeling heat creeping up his neck and across his face.

“Yeah yeah. I can take it from her, but…”

“But what? You don’t like it when I tease you? I don’t think that’s true, is it…pup?”

Furrowing his brows at not only Wonwoo’s words but the word “pup”, Mingyu shifts behind you, taking a breath forcing himself to laugh off anything he was feeling. Raising a brow at your boyfriend, you bite at your bottom lip pretending to still be paying attention to your game though you had long forgotten what you were trying to do.

“Princess? Mm…be a good girl and put your games away now, ok? I’ve had a long day, and I want to play something else. As long as everyone else can play along.”

Feeling Wonwoo’s fingers slide under your chin to lift your gaze to him, the man smiles at the look on your face and how quickly you move into action. Sliding to your knees, you take the Switch from Mingyu’s hand, causing the man to swallow hard as he watches you crawl off the bed to put them away, leaving him alone with Wonwoo.

He had never felt vulnerable around his best friend before, but with Wonwoo seemingly appraising him as you did as you were told, Mingyu found himself putting his hands in his lap to cover a growing problem. Moving quickly, you cause the bed to sink slightly when you jump back onto it, crawling towards Mingyu and Wonwoo, drawing both of their eyes from each other to you once again.

“Good kitty.”

Laughing at the new pet name, you move even closer to Wonwoo letting him slide his fingers through your hair as he hums content looking over your pretty face. Wonwoo grins when he finally meets your eyes, his fingers tightening in your hair so he can pull your head back, causing you to moan quietly.

“Mm, she likes her pet name for the night. Don’t you, kitty?”

Nodding, your hair still tightly in Wonwoo’s hand, you lick your lips, your eyes moving over his handsome features until you find his lips trying to will them to meet your own. Smirking, your boyfriend leans forward, brushing his lips against yours before speaking causing you to whine out his name when he causes you to want to chase his kiss.

“Greedy little kitty. You act like you are touch starved. Has our pup not touched you at all today? Does he need to be punished?”

Mingyu watches you with Wonwoo, his breath getting caught in his throat for a moment before he finally swallows it with an audible gulp. He didn’t know that he had been allowed to touch you. He had been trying to be respectful to you and Wonwoo. What the hell was happening?

Pouting, you lean into Wonwoo’s hand as he loosens his grip on your hair, opting to brush his fingers through your hair petting your head. You watch a smirk spread over his lips when you finally nod to answer his question.

“Yeah? She says you do, Gyu. I leave you here all day alone with her, and you leave her like this? I’m disappointed, pup.”

Shaking his head, Mingyu shifts on the bed, lifting his hand towards you and Wonwoo in confusion as he speaks.

“I–Wonwoo, I didn’t know I was allowed to–”

“Shh…the game has started.”

Glancing over to his best friend, Wonwoo looks into his eyes, giving him a look that causes Mingyu's skin to erupt in goosebumps. It was starting to make sense. It didn’t matter what had happened before he had come home, it only mattered what happened now. It only mattered what he said.

Smiling, you finally look at Mingyu with a glint of mischief in your eyes as the man keeps his hands in his lap, trying to conceal how turned on he is. It was cute how even after your talk earlier and the obvious tension in the room that the man needed the push to act.

“Wonwoo…”

A small hum falling from his lips, Wonwoo’s attention moves back to you. His fingers brushing through your hair as his eyes sweep over your face and body before he meets your eyes again in question.

“What is it?”

“He’s nervous. He knows what he wants, but…he’s too afraid to ask for it.”

Pursing his lips, Wonwoo can’t help the way his own head tilts at your words. He had caught the tail end of your conversation with Mingyu, but he hadn’t put much thought into it. There had been various conversations where Mingyu had been brought up and his affection for you and Wonwoo, but now you wanted to speak it into reality?

“Is that so, kitty? And you think you can figure out what he wants? Mmm…but we just discussed how he’s been a bad puppy and needs to be punished.”

A small whimper slips from between Mingyu’s lips, and Wonwoo can’t hide his own reaction. His brows furrowing, your boyfriend swallows hard at the sound before licking his lips. Lifting his gaze to his best friend, Wonwoo manages to lift a brow as Mingyu shifts on the bed, trying to get comfortable with his cock pressing tightly against his jeans.

Gliding your fingers along Wonwoo’s jaw, you find yourself smiling at his reaction to Mingyu and how the evening was progressing. There was something different about having them both in your bed. It was different from any other man that Wonwoo had allowed there. It had been that way from the beginning. Mingyu has always treated you differently like you were special.

“I can let me try first…he will open up to it. You know how he feels about you.”

Shaking his head, Wonwoo scoffs at your words. His hand slides along your thigh to your hip, where he grips it tightly, causing you to whine his name.

“Then get moving.”

Biting your lip, you can’t hide the smirk that spreads across your lips when Wonwoo moves his hands, giving you permission to do as you please. The man’s eyes stay glued to you as you move from his lap.

Mingyu’s eyes lift to find you as you smile at him, your hands resting over his thighs as a shaky breath escapes from his lips. It was unfair how much he wanted you, how much he wanted this. Licking his lips, Mingyu groans your name under another breath when you settle yourself into his lap making him finally move his hands.

“It’s okay. Why are you so nervous? You’ve been in our bed before, Gyu. You’ve been inside of me before. If you don’t want to do this, that’s a different story–”

A strong hand guides you to his lips. Hearing you give him a way to leave was enough to put Mingyu into motion. He didn’t want to leave. He just didn’t want to fuck this up. Fingers glide along the side of your neck as Mingyu’s tongue dances with yours. A soft moan slips from your lips and into Mingyu’s mouth, causing the man to buck his hips up towards your warm center.

Wonwoo smirks, watching from his spot on the bed. He had almost forgotten how much he enjoyed how gentle Mingyu was with you. Eyes fall to the hand cradling your hip, fingers press into your soft clothing and the flesh resting underneath it, but nowhere hard enough to leave a mark. Mingyu remembered the rules. Maybe he could adjust them for him. He was Mingyu, after all.

“Isn’t she the prettiest kitty you have ever seen, pup?”

Nodding, Mingyu muffles a whine as it threatens to slip from his lips by biting down on his bottom lip. You can’t help the smile that spreads in response to the simple action and the gentle sound. Letting your fingers dance along the man’s chest as you lean back, you dare to walk them lower until you reach the end of his shirt so that you can start working the fabric up his toned torso.

“He might be prettier than I am, Wonwoo. I was telling Gyu earlier that you two might like each other more than you like me.”

Your words were teasing, but they caused Mingyu’s cheeks to burn and for Wonwoo to scoff into a laugh. Tilting his head, Wonwoo purses his lips in thought, watching you and Mingyu move. His eyes follow Mingyu’s shirt as you tug it over the man’s head, only to meet his best friend’s eyes and to watch him shy away.

“I wouldn’t say that, Princess, but I can admit Mingyu is important. Or else he wouldn’t be here right now. Keep going, both of you. You can leave marks, Mingyu. She looks pretty with them. Just keep being gentle…I like that.”

Licking his lips, Mingyu furrows his brows at Wonwoo’s words. He knew the rules. He had committed them to memory the first time, and he had been the one to keep to them the best. So now, hearing Wonwoo change one of them up, especially that one caused his heart to race in his chest.

“What?”

The single word on the man’s lips is enough for you to smile. Shifting in Mingyu’s lap, you place your hands over his guiding them to the end of your shirt to persuade him into helping you out of the garment as you speak.

“You heard him, baby. I told you that he likes you. Don’t be so scared. If you want something…ask for it. I want you to ask for things tonight. Can you do that for me? I can help you at first if you want?”

Meeting your eyes once your shirt is over your head and letting it fall from his fingers into the floor below. Swallowing hard, Mingyu nods, then trails his fingers across your soft breasts as he avoids looking at you or Wonwoo as he speaks.

“Just don’t wanna fuck it up, so yeah. I want that.”

Moving closer to you and Mingyu on the bed, Wonwoo lets out a breath as he trails his knuckles along your back.

“You aren’t going to fuck anything up, Mingyu. Help him, kitty.”

The feeling of Wonwoo’s fingers moving along your skin at the same time as Mingyu is electric. You had been touched by multiple people at once before, but this was different. Everything about this time felt different. Nodding to Wonwoo’s words, you lean back towards Mingyu brushing your fingers through his hair as you arch your breast towards his mouth. It doesn’t take long for the man to catch on, a soft groan slipping from his lips before soft lips leave gentle kisses along your skin.

“Harder, Gyu. I want to see where you’ve been later. I want to be able to look in the mirror and trace where my puppy was.”

His cock twitching in his pants, Mingyu mutters against your breast before latching onto your skin, letting a mark begin to bloom. Your nails scratch over his scalp, a soft pleased moan falling from your lips as you lean your head back only to find Wonwoo’s shoulder right where you needed him to be.

With a smirk on his lips, your boyfriend tilts your head towards him and captures your lips as Mingyu’s lips move across your chest, leaving the marks that you had asked for, along with a few subtle bite marks that would quickly fade. It’s only when you roll your hips down over the man’s lap that he pulls away with a groan of your name.

Dark eyes watch Mingyu as he arches against the headboard as you grind on his lap. Wonwoo lips rest against your jaw, hot breath causing goosebumps to spread along your skin while arousal pools between your legs, begging for someone to fill you.

“Take off the rest of your clothes, both of you. I don’t want Mingyu to cum in his pants because you are rubbing on him like you are in heat.”

Pouting at Wonwoo, you watch the man smile at you as he slides from the bed to start stripping his own clothes, leaving you and Mingyu to discard the rest of your own. Fingers cling, and lips find purchase on skin as you both work through your task, but eventually, you find yourself resting back between Mingyu’s thighs, his thick, hard cock heavy against his abdomen.

Trailing your finger over his shaft, you watch how the large man’s body jerks and relaxes to your touch. Soft breaths get held and slowly released as you dare to trace his leaking tip.

“Gyu?”

Your voice seems to bring the man out of a trance, his eyes lifting from your hand to your face. You watch his bottom lip fall from between his teeth, and a soft breath of question escapes his mouth as you run your hand along his stomach towards his chest.

“Do you want Wonwoo to touch you too? Like he touches me? Hm? Maybe while you make me feel good, he can make you feel good?”

Furrowing his brows, Mingyu gasps when your finger circles his nipple causing his cock to jerk against his stomach, precum oozing from his tip obscenely at the idea you had presented him with.

Wonwoo steps out of the last of his clothes when you ask the questions. His brow raises before a smirk lifts at one side of his face at Mingyu’s reaction. When Mingyu stays quiet for a moment too long, Wonwoo begins to give his best friend an out only to stop in his tracks when the man whines out a please. The sound and word causes Wonwoo’s mouth to water. His dark eyes move over you and Mingyu before he finally steps back towards the bed so he can join you both once again.

“Then this is what I want you to do for me, pup. Let our pretty little kitty get off on your thigh, and I’ll make sure you feel good too. Does that sound good?”

Licking his lips, Mingyu finally meets Wonwoo’s eyes, even if it’s for a shy moment to nod before his hands slide to your hips, helping to move you over his muscular thigh like he was asked. Resting your knees on the bed under you, you let your head fall forward to the feeling of Mingyu flexing his thigh between your legs against your wet pussy. Wonwoo seemed to know exactly what you wanted and needed before you even did.

“So good, god, that feels good.”

Mingyu grunts when you scratch your nails over his shoulder and chest as you rock your hips over his thigh. He could already feel your arousal against his skin, and it was addictive. The pain of your nails on his skin was intoxicating, and the heat from Wonwoo’s eyes was causing him to feel like he was going to explode.

Rolling his neck from side to side, Wonwoo smirks as he moves to rest to the side of you but still behind you. You quickly realize that how he is sitting your boyfriend can not only guide you over Mingyu’s thigh but also reach any part of the man that he wanted to. With one hand on your hip, Wonwoo leans against your back, his cock throbbing against your ass, to finally test the waters as he trails his fingers along Mingyu’s abs upwards.

“I want you to start looking at me, Mingyu. How does that wet pussy feel on your leg? She’s already panting…if you keep flexing your thigh, she’ll cum in no time.”

Lifting his eyes to meet Wonwoo’s, Mingyu feels his breath get caught in his throat even before he can answer the man’s question as his thumb brushes over his left nipple, sending a wave of pleasure through Mingyu’s body. A soft grunt slips from his lips, and Mingyu’s thigh tenses between your legs, causing you to whine out, your nails digging into his shoulder when you are able to get just the right amount of friction against your clit on his thigh.

“You are sensitive. Princess, tongue out for me. Good girl...”

Wonwoo smiles as you quickly follow his commands, your tongue extending for him to brush his fingers against quickly. You watch as he then puts those same fingers back on Mingyu’s chest, rolling his nipple between them slowly.

Arching off the headboard, Mingyu mutters Wonwoo’s name under his breath like a prayer. His hands cling to your hip and Wonwoo’s wrist, causing your boyfriend to raise a brow and press down harder over the sensitive bud.

“You are leaking all over yourself, pup. How about this? If you are a good boy and make our kitty cum on your thigh, I’ll let you fuck her while I’ll play with you both. You like that?”

His head falling forward, Mingyu hisses out a sound that sounds like a yes but Wonwoo not being satisfied with the answer simply tsks in disappointment. You bite your lip watching as Wonwoo’s fingers lace through Mingyu’s hair at his forehead pulling the man’s head up so he can meet his eyes once again.

A soft hissing groan gets lost behind Mingyu’s lips when he presses them together tightly trying to hide how much he enjoys Wonwoo’s tight grasp. Instead his nose flares for a moment before he takes a full breath and meets his best friend's eyes with new found fire.

“Yes, I like that. I want that, please.”

Loosening his grip, Wonwoo brushes his fingers through Mingyu’s hair with a much more gentle touch after he gets his answer. A smile on his lips, his cock leaking against your back as you press back against him still desperately trying to get off on Mingyu’s thigh.

“There we go. Good boy. Spit on my fingers?”

Lowering his gaze to the hand in front of his lips, Mingyu looks back to Wonwoo’s eyes before he does as he’s told, spitting onto the man’s fingers. He can only watch out of the corner of his eye as that hand moves back downwards and you moan loudly when Wonwoo’s fingers find your clit.

The pressure building is quick and intense. Between the friction of Mingyu’s thigh and Wonwoo’s fingers you aren’t able to hold yourself back. Soft panting moans slip from between your lips causing Mingyu to grip the comforter under him as Wonwoo’s nails scratch over his chest.

“Shit, there you go. Look how pretty my pets are. You think you can take Mingyu’s cock now, Princess?”

Whining out a yes, you turn your head to meet Wonwoo’s eyes as he smirks. You were cute when you were desperate. Mingyu groans, feeling your weight shift over his lap. Your fingers wrapping around his length causes the man to lean his head back as Wonwoo slides back on the bed with a chuckle.

“Eager, not so fast. Mingyu let me sit where you are. You can lean back against me and then…then you can climb on that cock, kitty.”

Furrowing his brows, Mingyu watches as Wonwoo pulls you back by your hips. You pout turning into a smirk of your own when your boyfriend moves back to the bed, waiting for Mingyu to slide forward.

“I won’t bite, pup…not unless you want me to.”

Licking his lips, Mingyu scoffs into an amused look before scooting forward, allowing Wonwoo to sit against the headboard like he had been. Wonwoo’s hands rest on Mingyu’s shoulders lightly as he smirks at you, ushering the man back between his legs until his back is flush against his chest.

Swallowing hard, Mingyu glances over his shoulder to meet Wonwoo’s eyes briefly as he feels the other man’s cock throb against his back as your fingers brush over his thighs.

“Comfortable?”

Nodding, Mingyu starts to speak, only to have the words caught in his throat when your hand wraps back around his length. Twisting your hand gently, you bite at your lips, sliding your hips over his to lower yourself towards his waiting, leaking tip when the man lets out a groan of your name before speaking.

“I’m not wearing a condom.”

Wonwoo grins, brushing his lips over the man’s ear, causing chill bumps to spread along his skin as he watches you carefully begin to sit down. The stretch was evident on your face. It was clear that you were feeling that pleasurable pain that you enjoyed so much as Mingyu’s cock was buried deep inside of you.

“You aren’t, but I didn’t say you had to, did I?”

Mingyu’s mouth felt dry as he leaned his head back on Wonwoo’s shoulder. Your walls clenching around him, Wonwoo’s hands running along his arms as his lips pulled up into a smirk against his neck. It was almost overwhelming.

“Fuck–I…”

Hands find your hips as Mingyu bucks up into you, the words slipping from his lips as his body moves against Wonwoo’s, both men letting out groans that cause you to shiver. You had known that you would enjoy doing this with both of them again…you just had no idea how much.

“Just like that, pup. Go deep in her. She likes that. You want her to be happy, don’t you? If she’s happy, I’m happy.”

His eyes closed tightly to Wonwoo’s deep voice right against his ear. Mingyu hisses out a groan feeling the man’s fingers moving over his chest once again. He was already so close. You felt like heaven around his cock, and now, with Wonwoo’s fingers lazily circling his nipples, Mingyu knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“Please…I–wanna…”

Smirking to Mingyu’s whines, Wonwoo moves one hand from the man to your face tilting your head back enough that your gaze meets his. The fucked out look on your face was like art. That mixed with the sounds leaving Mingyu’s mouth, the way the man’s thrusts caused just the right amount of friction against Wonwoo’s cock and Mingyu’s back…Wonwoo wasn’t far behind.

“Wanna what? Tell me, Mingyu. Do you wanna fill her up? Hm, fuck her full?”

Laughing in disbelief between groans, Mingyu’s head falls forward from Wonwoo’s shoulder so he can latch onto your shoulder, drawing a groan from your lips. Your eyes never leave your boyfriend’s as he slides his hand from Mingyu’s chest to his neck, letting it rest there loosely.

“And what do you want, kitty? You wanna be full of his cum?”

Mingyu feels your head nod almost frantically as his thrusts pick up in intensity and pace. His fingers clinging to your waist hard enough to bruise with one hand as the other reaches for Wonwoo’s thigh as if to ground him, feeling the other man buck against his back.

“Ah…fuck. Then do it.”

With a loud grunt, Mingyu falls back against Wonwoo, his hips meeting yours hard with a few final trusts that cause his cum to begin to drip onto his thighs and the comforter below the two of you. Holding onto you and Mingyu with one hand each, Wonwoo gasps when he finds himself until unable to hold himself back anymore either. Cum paints Mingyu’s back as Wonwoo’s teeth scratch over the man’s neck.

Panting through your moans, you roll your hips over Mingyu chasing your own high as you watch the two men collapse in bliss. Your stomach tightening, you whimper, holding tightly to Wonwoo’s forearm as his thumb brushes your bottom lip. Meeting his eyes, you feel the coil that had been tightening snap inside of you, causing you to tighten even more around Mingyu.

The orgasm is so intense your thighs tremble, and you find yourself relying on the two men to keep you upright. Soft pleasured moans fall from your lips when you find yourself moved to lay on your back, fingers running through your hair. A smile pulling at your lips, you feel too tired to open your eyes but realize that it doesn’t matter which of the men is doting on you. You adore them both.

“Y/N…are you still sleeping?”

Nuzzling into the comforter, you cause Mingyu to smile as he leans down to press a kiss to your temple, unable to stop himself from being endeared by you. How would he ever go back to how things were before after something like this?

“No…I want to be though.”

A warm laugh greets your ears as his fingers brush through your hair, causing you to roll onto your back, allowing the man to look at your face.

“You can go back to sleep once you are cleaned up and have eaten something. Wonwoo told me not to let you sleep too long. I think he’d really kick me out if I don’t listen…”

Shaking your head no, you wrap your arms around the man’s bicep, pulling him down on the bed, causing him to laugh once again, feeling your lips press to his skin. You were so tempting.

“Babe…I–”

“She’s sneaky. Get up, Princess. I have food ready. Get in the shower with Mingyu and then you both come out and eat. Then we can go back to bed.”

Hearing Wonwoo’s voice seems to pull you out of your daze. Turning from Mingyu’s arm you look over your boyfriend who was dressed in pajama pants and his glasses resting low on his nose. A smile forming on his lips, Wonwoo lifts his brow lifting his hands when you don’t move right away.

“Does he need to carry you?”

Whining, you sit up with a pout on your face feeling Mingyu’s fingers run over your back as he smiles at your reaction.

“I can walk. Does this mean I get to keep him?”

Wonwoo purses his lips letting his eyes fall on Mingyu once before they return to you curiously.

“You want to? You liked it that much? Am I not enough?”

Scoffing at his words, you slide off the bed as Wonwoo laughs at your reaction, moving into the room as Mingyu stands up, sliding his hands over his arms nervously.

“Why do you have to say it like that? You know it’s not like that.”

Brushing his hands over your face once he is close enough, Wonwoo tilts his head, looking down at you as you continue to pout up at him.

“I know, I’m teasing you. I liked it too. If Mingyu wants to stay, he can. He can come over anytime he wants. I’m okay with this.”

Hearing his name, Mingyu lifts his head, swallowing hard before taking a few steps forward with a smile lifting at his lips.

“Seriously? You all want that?”

Turning towards Mingyu, you can’t help but smile at the large puppy of a man. He was so big and yet could look so cute and small when he stood like he was waiting for a treat.

“I do, yeah. You are special, Mingyu. Clearly…there is more in this relationship between the three of us to explore. I’ve never felt better.”

Wonwoo laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back against his chest as he sighs, looking at Mingyu.

“She means she’s never been more spoiled, but yeah, I want it too. Stay the night. There’s no need to rush off. Get this troublemaker in the shower and come out and eat. I got both of your favorites.”

Feeling Wonwoo’s lips against your cheek, you grin, nuzzling against the man as Mingyu looks at you both adoringly. Clearing his throat trying to hide how happy he is, Mingyu shifts in place, reaching to adjust his own borrowed sweatpants before smiling again when he realizes he can’t keep it from his face.

“Yeah, I want it. Alright, I can handle that. Thanks for trusting me. Come here, babe. I won’t even make you do anything in the shower. How’s that for spoiled?”

Laughing, you move from Wonwoo, who scoffs at Mingyu’s words rolling his eyes when you lean up to kiss the taller man gently. Looking at Wonwoo over your shoulder, you stick your tongue out at him teasingly only for him to shake his head. Turning away to hide his own smile, you and Mingyu listen to him sigh out his words as the two of you step towards the bathroom.

“Now I have two brats…”

#wonwoo smut #mingyu smut #seventeen smut #svthub #svt smut #minwon smut #wonwoo x reader #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #minwon x reader

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withleeknow · 7 months

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rue de rivoli.

pairing: hyunjin x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, semi edited lol, a little sappy and very self indulgent and inspired by a very specific instance in that one hyunjin vlog in japan 🤷‍♀️ word count: 0.9k

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hyunjin might be the worst - and you mean it, the worst - travel partner.

it’s all because of that ridiculously expensive camera of his and the little hobby that he’s taken up on.

“hey,” he calls out softly, trailing a few steps behind you as he raises the camera up to his face again. “hold it right there.”

you huff out a breath in mild annoyance, blowing some hair away from your face as the air escapes from your lips.

“seriously? you’ve taken a gazillion pictures already. this is the third time you’ve made me stop in the past thirty minutes.”

“but the lighting is just perfect.”

“we’re only here for a few days! i can’t see all the places i wanna see if you keep making me stop every two seconds!”

it was cute at first, how he kept asking you to stop in the middle of the street to snap a photo of you. it made you blush every time he did, because he would take another brief moment to admire the final product on his camera’s display screen and tell you that even though the photo turned out great, it could never truly capture how beautiful you are through his eyes. then he’d press a kiss to your cheek or a swift peck to your lips before taking your hand and tugging you along, en route to the tourist attractions that you’ve yet to come across.

to be fair, it’s still cute, and despite your feeble irritation, you still let hyunjin take his photos every time he asks. mostly because he would start sporting a gigantic pout on his face, coupled with the way his eyes widen like a puppy begging for a treat.

“please? you look so pretty right now. pleaseee?”

you acquiesce - of course you do - because who can say no to a cute whiny hyunjin?

you roll your eyes half-heartedly, and a bright grin immediately spreads on his lips because he knows that he’s getting what he wants, the smile so brilliant that it brings out his whisker dimples and turns his eyes into adorable crescent moons.

he patters over to you on light footsteps once the shot has been snapped, proudly showing you his handy work even though you secretly think it looks the same as any other photo of you that he’s taken - sometimes it’s your side profile with your hair covering half of your face because you’re too awkward to look directly at the camera, sometimes it’s you in random poses because you’re never sure what to do with your hands while getting your picture taken.

“did you even take any photos of the scenery?”

hyunjin shrugs, pretty indifferent to your question. “yeah, a few.”

“a few? give me that, let me see... you’ve taken two hundred and sixty four photos so far and only a few are of freaking paris?!”

another shrug, then cue one of the corniest things he’s ever said to you in your entire life. “you’re prettier than paris.”

sure, it’s a massively cliché thing to say, and a teeny bit cringeworthy to hear if this were a sappy romance movie. but coming from him, you know the sentiment is entirely genuine because hyunjin is nothing if not one of the sincerest people you know.

it makes you short-circuit as you stare up at him. the sun behind him softens by a fraction as it starts to make its descent, and the slowly fading sunlight looks as though it’s found a home as his personal halo. to have someone as beautiful as him tell you that you’re prettier than the city of love itself is quite honestly a little surreal, no matter how long you’ve been together.

“that was the cheesiest shit ever,” you comment, pretending to gag but knowing perfectly well that he can see the rosy flush on your cheeks. you mutter something else - for good measure - along the lines of never going on a trip with him again.

hyunjin laughs that endearing signature laugh of his, then he twists the cap back on the camera lens and once again lets the device dangle from the strap around his neck. he pulls you toward him with ease and kisses you deeply with a smile on his lips, one that’s warmer than the parisian sun could ever hope to be.

no, hyunjin isn’t a great travel partner. yes, mostly because he takes up all of your time trying to take pictures of you instead of letting you freely wander to the spots that you’d spent a lot of time bookmarking on google maps beforehand. he might be the worst person you’ve gone on a trip with because when you’re travelling, you like to be productive with your time and be able to do everything you set out to do in the limited number of days you have.

but even then, maybe it’s not that terrible having to miss watching the sunset in front of the eiffel tower because more exquisite than all of the most renowned artworks displayed in the louvre and more enchanting than any view you can spot from montmarte is your hyunjin that you adore, who’s kissing you in the middle of a street which name you can’t even pronounce.

any irritation you had from before slowly melts away. you don’t even care (that much) that you’re in the city of love.

any city is love when you’re with him.

(even when he messes up your travel plans sometimes.)

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vngelicc · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 “oh, i’m falling, forever you and i,” – jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — MILF!OC, creampies, baby making sex, unprotected sex, oc doing kegels while he inside, horny!jk hours, domestic fluff, riding, light dirty talk, puppy!mc genes confirmed with the kids, quickie sex, light daddy kink, a lil sneak peek into the future ;)

It was pretty late when Jungkook arrived, he made sure to be as quiet as possible because the last thing he needed was waking anybody in the house up. He checked the digital clock on the fridge and inwardly cursed at himself for arriving this late, practically already the next day. He didn’t mean to though it was just his schedule being hectic and stuff.

With a cold water bottle in hand he left upstairs and down the hall to the one place he could hear calling his name. The first thing Jungkook noticed when he slipped into the room was that the lights in the closet were turned on with the door cracked open just a bit. His eyes found you in an instant and filled with affection/warmth when he saw the state you were in.

You’re curled up on your side with your leg tossed over the messy blanket arrangement because he knows you can’t sleep without curling your limb over something. You’re wearing this oversized sweater of his, not even properly zipped up because of your pretty tits sitting there hidden away from the world. To add to the charm Jungkook sees you (unintentionally) threw on his favorite pair of cheeky silk panties.

He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head, “Damn.” he whispers to himself. How did he get so lucky?

“Mm..” You quietly stir (you can thank your sensitivity to sounds for that) and roll onto your back to open your eyes, “Hi.” You softly whisper, rubbing your eyes with a sweater paw, “What time did you get back..was waiting for you but you took too long.” You pout sleepily at him.

“I just got here baby, work was a shit ton today.” He slides his shirt off and tosses his phone and water bottle onto the bed, “Why? Did you miss me?” He smirks as he walks over and slides into bed literally on top of you as he buries his face in your soft chest and hugs you tight.

“You know I did.” You bring your arms up instinctively around his head, fingers gently weaving through his silky hair. You’re already dozing off again, content with the warmth from how close he’s pressed to you. You make the mistake of thinking he’s asleep too when suddenly he turns his head and nibbles gently on the side of your tit, mouthing at the patch of soft skin there, “Kook?”

“Fucking missed you all day, couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout how pretty you looked in your little sundress this morning baby. Made me wanna bend you over the counter and fuck you there.” Jungkook whispers hotly into your skin as his fingers play with the zipper, inching it down slowly. “Thought about it at work too,” he tilts his head up and captures your lips in slow short kisses, “all. Day. Long.” He murmurs between each kiss.

You feel his hand slip inside the sweater to cup your tit and massage it, fingers dancing over your nipple as he pinches the bud gently. A soft moan slips past your lips and you open your hazy eyes to look back at him, “Are you gonna..” You trail off with puppy eyes as your legs fall open for him.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes out as he rises off you quickly to slip his pants off, “always want you baby.” He climbs over you and slips his cock through the opening of his boxers, too impatient to take the thing off as he positions the head over your clothed pussy. “Tell me what you need baby,” he licks his lips and rubs his cock up and down against the silky fabric.

Your lips part, tongue peeking out to run over your upper lip as you greedily push up, “You. I-In me,” your breath hitches when you find a angle where his cockhead presses right against your clit, “need you to fuck me,” you softly whine.

Jungkook groans low at the tone you use with him, you sound like a cute little pornstar (his cute little pornstar). “Yeah baby? You want me to fuck you nice and deep?” He hooks a finger around your panties and slides it over to the side to expose your wet little pussy.

“Y-Yes!” You perk up visibly, excitement replacing any drowsiness you might have been feeling earlier. You smack his hand away and huff softly as you guide the head of his cock to your chubby little pussy lips. It slides through the dewy mess of slick you’ve made of yourself only adding more to the heat you’re feeling. “Don’t you wanna..? ‘S all wet for you,” you pout, “my fingers are too small see?” You let the tip catch at your hole, “Aren’t you gonna fix that….? Please Daddy?”

Jungkook’s mouth fell open at that, the whole daddy thing was something you guys were playing around with here and there nothing too serious but hearing you say it all on your own like that made his cock throb. He was gonna bust before he even got the chance to slide it in. He grit his teeth and pushes forward all the way, hearing a lewd breathy “Mmm, yeah,” slip from your lips.

He was clearly not God’s strongest soldier.

“Such a fuckin’ tease,” he hisses out as he slaps his hips against yours, “the fucking mouth you got on you.” He settles for slow but deep thrusts, ones that have you curling your toes and wrapping your legs around his waist. “Couldn’t even wait, baby just had to open her mouth huh.” He grunts and watches your tits bounce rhythmically, his mouth waters in anticipation and he eagerly dips down to capture a nipple in his mouth.

You moan loudly and slip your hands in his hair like before releasing a string of “yeahs” as you angle your hips. Jungkook moans around your nipple and pulls back to give the other one the same treatment, leaving them both swollen and puffy when he’s done with them. His cock strikes deep, brushing up against all those good spots that have you seeing stars.

“Oh fuck.” He breathes out as his cock throbs. Your tight little cunt clings to his cock making it hard for him to backstroke everytime he tries to pull out. “Loosen up for me, shit.” He pants out.

You mewl in pleasure and reach up beside your head to grip the pillow your head lays on. “Daddy,” you whimper out with teary eyes.

Jungkook’s abdomen tightens, he fucking knows what you’re doing. His heart races even more as he watches you reach down with one hand to lay over your tummy. Jungkook’s balls tighten and he suppresses a long moan, watching as you go in for the final blow.

“Inside,” you moan, “C-Cum in my pussy daddy.” You softly breathe out.

“Fucking hell.” Jungkook groans as he rolls his hips in quick yet hard thrusts, balls swinging and slapping loudly against your taint. Your moans turn into breathy high pitched noises, an array of “yeahs” leaving your lips as you watch him with hooded eyes.

Jungkook grips the sheets tightly, fisting them tightly as he grits his teeth and tries to hold off his orgasm for a little bit more. You’re making it so hard though with your lewd noises and face expressions. Your tits aren’t helping either, not with them bouncing in his face like that. “Baby I gotta-” he gasps, “I gotta pull out.” He moans, he really doesn’t want to but he doesn’t have a condom right now.

You lick your lips seductively and right when you think he’s about to cum you wrap your legs around his waist and hold his hips to yours. You refuse to let go as your pussy tightens rhythmically around his cock, like you’re trying to milk him for all he’s worth. Jungkook’s mouth falls open as he cums hard, long moans leaving his lips as his cum fills your cunt.

“All better now.” You cheerfully smile at Jungkook as your legs slowly untangle from him and you lay there in a jelly-like state.

Jungkook’s eyes open and he pinches your nipple meanly, ignoring your cute little ‘owie!’. “That was a mean ass trick baby,” he glares, “and you know damn well why I can’t cum inside of you.” He ignores your “but-but” in favor of rubbing over your tummy, “I mean..unless you’re thinking about what I’m thinking baby.” He murmurs.

You stare at him with glossy eyes, “Let’s make another baby?” You timidly ask, smiling softly as he presses his forehead to yours, “So..yes?”

“A million times yes.” Jungkook smiles back and kisses you tenderly.

“Okay sweetie, do you see your mommy anywhere around here?” The teacher softly says to the child standing behind her legs, looking around with her pretty little doe eyes. “Did mommy say she was going to get you or is your daddy coming?”

Jeon Moonbyul scanned the crowd of children and parents in search of her beloved mommy, she juts her lower lip out in a pout, “I don’t see my mommy anywhere.” She softly says, “Mommy comes in a big black car, and she smells super good too! My mommy is the prettiest too.” She boasts proudly.

“Big black car… hmm let’s see Moonie.” The teacher smiles.

“Mommy!” Moonbyul happily yells as she points over to the SUV pulling into the parking lot, “There she is Ms Kim!” She’s practically bouncing in her spot, little pigtails moving along with her as she squeals in pure happiness.

“Your mommy little one-?” The teacher is cut off, jaw going slack when she sees just who Moonbyul’s mother is.

You come out of the car, black shades over your face and pink handbag over your arm. You’re dressed in a baby pink tracksuit outfit with a white top that ends right above your belly button. Your hair is styled in a bun and you’ve got some hoop earrings bigger than the teacher’s dreams and hopes combined. “I-Is that your mommy little one?”

“Yes!” Moonbyul begins running towards you happily, “Mommy!” She smiles brightly.

A smile breaks out and you crouch down with open arms for your precious little baby to come into. “Hi Moonie,” you softly coo, “did you have fun today?” You trail off and begin to ask a string of questions, it’s apparent Moonbyul gets her ditziness from you because the little girl has a hard time staying on one topic, much like you.

“Bye Ms Kim!” Moonbyul waves.

“Bye..”The teacher waves back, still in awe over how beautiful you were, she would have never guessed this was the infamous Mrs Jeon everyone was talking about. And that said a lot given everyone’s track record of lusting over Jungkook, it seemed like you were going to be their next eye candy/talk of the school.

“Juno say ahhhh, c’mon baby you like mangoes,” Jungkook says as he stares at his defiant toddler, “here, daddy’s gonna try some and then you are too okay?” He smiles. Juno stares blankly back at him and purses her lips, turning away once more in refusal.

“One..two..three, ahhh.” Jungkook makes a show of tasting the mango baby food, grimacing because it was bland as shit. “Mmmmm, so good. Now your turn.” He holds the spoon out.

Juno looks at the spoon and then at Jungkook, her face contorts into a frown and she smacks the spoon away in anger as she babbles angrily. “No! No! No!” She yells.

Jungkook flinches as he drops the baby food altogether and watches Juno have her daily meltdown. “Fucks sake.” He whispers under his breath as he looks at the ceiling, praying for some patience. “Daddy!” Moonbyul comes running in like usual, climbing onto his lap and happily babbling about her day at school while Juno went quiet watching the interaction with curious eyes.

You follow in suit and coo over the youngest as you bend over to press kisses to her cheeks, “Hello my precious little one, mommy missed you so much did you have fun with Daddy?”

Jungkook’s eyes flicker over to your bent over form, eyes landing on your plush ass and pretty tits. God he was so lucky to call you his wife, he was glad he had tied the knot with you years ago. He had a pretty little wife and two of the cutest babies ever, maybe three if you managed to get pregnant soon given that you were trying for another.

“I missed mommy too.” Jungkook says with a sly grin as he squeezes your ass sneakily.

You turned to give him a look as you hoisted Juno on your hip and pouted, “You’re not playing fair..”

“How so?” He licks his lips. You give him another look instead of answering as you turn on your heels and head out of the room, walking towards the doorway as Jungkook whistles lowly, “Goddamn.” He smacks you once more.

Moonbyul sends Jungkook a weird look, “Why are you hitting mommy? I’m going to call the cops if you do that daddy.” She frowns.

“Moonie baby I saw that they added all the Barbie movies, let’s go put it on for you yeah? Daddy has to talk with Mommy.” Jungkook carries Moonbyul down to the living room as he sets her down, “Barbie sounds exciting right?”

“Right!” Moonbyul smiles cheerfully, “Daddy can I also have Luna with me too?” She softly pouts, “Promise I will watch her carefully!”

Jungkook can’t ever say no to those puppy eyes that resemble yours so much, “Of course baby.” He kisses her head and heads off to prepare Moonbyul’s movie time.

Juno? Asleep. Moonbyul? With Luna watching movies probably asleep by now. The baby monitors are on and the door is locked, had about a good hour give or take.

The computer chair creaked slightly from the weight and pressure both you and Jungkook put on it. You were seated so pretty in his lap only clad in your baby tee. Your tits ached in your bra and you were half tempted to tell Jungkook to make it feel better.

“Fuck,” Jungkook sighs as he watches you bounce leisurely on his cock. Quickies like these were scarce and hard to come by, Juno’s naps never lasted long and Moonbyul was a daddy’s girl through and through. So that leaves sex as a night time luxury, and you say luxury because one of you is always knocked out cold before nine pm.

So having you here out in broad daylight fucking yourself on his cock certainly did wonders to him. His hands settled over your bubbly ass, gripping each doughy cheek in his hands tightly. You had your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your tits all up in his face.

“Mm..mm..” You bite your lip in an attempt to muffle your moans, head leaning back as you close your eyes in pleasure.

His cock pokes at your g-spot from this position, striking deep over and over again which certainly has your little pussy weeping. “So good,” you breathe out as your hips slow down and you circle them in a figure of eights.

Jungkook hisses softly as he buries his face in your chest and holds you still over his cock, bucking his hips a few times to get that angle in. “Oh fuck.” He moans out.

You whine quietly and switch your bouncing to grinding back and forth on his cock. “Can feel you so deep,” you whisper out, “mmm, all the way in here daddy.” You nibble on his earlobe gently, feeling goosebumps erupt all over his body as he shivers.

“Yeah?” He breathes out, “You gonna let me breed you baby? Fuck another baby in you?” He turns his head to mouth at your neck and leaves love bites.

“Yeah.” You moan out, “C’mon, fill me with your cum.” You grind faster.

Jungkook bites his lip and tightens his hold on you. “Fuck, like that baby, keep going for me.” He whispers, “Boutta cum in your little pussy babe.” He gasps out, cock twitching with interest.

“Cum,” you whisper softly and turn to lock lips with him, “please.” You add softly.

He can’t deny you, not when you ask so sweetly like that. His muffled groans fill the room as he makes you come to a stop right when he spills inside of you. His orgasm pulses through his entire body as he sags against the chair and relaxes.

You idly grind against him, not moving too much in fear of overstimulating him or something. “Sleepy..” you softly mumble.

“Nap?” Jungkook hums back as he opens his eyes to look over at you.

“Mmhm.” You nod, “Carry me to the bathroom please.” You yawn softly as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah,” he breathes out patting your back gently, “I got you baby.” He smiles.

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marvelavengerspovs1 · 6 months

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Puppy Love

Pairing: Bucky x F!reader

Warnings: Angst and fluff

Length: 1.1k

Summary: You have a surprise for Bucky and Alpine

A/N: I’ve had this idea floating around in my head for a while so here it is! Do we want a pt 2?

Edit: Pt. 2 can be found here!

I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!

You know what you were doing was probably wrong. Keeping a secret this big could crumble your relationship. You know that you would make not only your boyfriend mad, but also your cat. But you couldn’t help yourself. It would benefit your family in the long run but it would take time and patience.

You walk into your shared apartment with Bucky and notice that he is still at the vet with Alpine. Perfect! You think. You carry the large box into your bedroom and close the door behind you. As soon as you hear the door click, you hear the front door unlock.

“Doll, are you home?” You hear Bucky yell.

“I’m here!” You run up to him and kiss him.

Bucky has Alpine in a small carrier and places it on the ground before grabbing your waist to pull you in. You both smile as you kiss, loving that this is how you greet each other every time you come home. You put your hands into his back pockets to pull him closer.

“Hi…” Bucky whispers before kissing the tip of your nose.

You pull away from Bucky and crouch down to open the carrier. “How did she do?” You ask as you pull Alpine into your arms.

She purrs as you scratch her head, nuzzling the side of your face. You walk to the couch and sit down, Bucky following behind you.

“Well once she realized we were going to the vet, she was not happy. But she behaved well and the vet said that she’s healthy.” Bucky sits beside you and pets Alpine under her chin.

“Oh, that’s good!” You smile down at Alpine.

Bucky gets up and walks into the kitchen, grabbing his favorite bottle of whiskey. “You want some, Doll?”

“I’m ok, thank you.” You smile at him, your heart racing. It’s only a matter of time before he figures it out.

Bucky picks up on your nervousness but doesn’t say anything. He knows that you will talk to him when you are ready.

You look back down at Alpine and realize that she’s fallen asleep in your arms. Alpine is not the most independent cat but she loves her space. It’s rare moments like this that make your heart swell more and more.

You look up when you hear a camera shutter. Bucky has his whiskey in one hand and his phone in the other, capturing the moment between you Alpine.

“I love you,” You blurt out.

Bucky smiles at you but his eyebrows are drawn in. It wasn’t strange for you to say ‘I love you’ to him, but you never blurted it out like that. “I love you too, doll.”

“What, your girlfriend can’t say she loves you?”

“Well of course you can but you’re not one to just blurt it out.” Bucky moves towards you. “Are sure it’s just an ‘I love you’ and nothing else?”

You don’t meet his eyes. You look down at the sleeping cat in your arms, totally unaware that she is going to lose her shit in a few minutes.

“Doll, I’m getting nervous. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“I got a puppy!” You blurt, scaring Alpine awake.

“You what?” Bucky’s eyes widen as he sets down his glass of whiskey.

Alpine jumps up from your lap and goes to Bucky, rubbing against his leg. It’s like she understood that you got her an unwanted sibling. Bucky picks her up and she purrs, wrapping herself around his neck like a scarf.

“I was coming home from a walk and I saw this box in the street. It had a sign that said ‘Free Puppies’ and I thought to myself, ‘Hey, there’s probably no puppies! But it doesn’t hurt to look…’ and I looked in the box and there was one puppy left. I couldn’t bring myself to just leave the puppy there so I picked up the box and I came home.”

“Where’s the puppy now?” Bucky’s eyes narrow at you.

As if on command you both hear a crash in your bedroom. You turn quickly to look at your door before looking at your boyfriend with a sheepish smile. Bucky unwraps Alpine from his neck before placing her on the ground and marching his way to the bedroom.

“Bucky, wait!” You chase after him.

“No, you went and got a puppy without even consulting with me first? We’re supposed to be in a relationship, we’re supposed to communicate with each other!” Bucky goes to open the bedroom door but you duck under his arm to block the door.

“I truly was going to discuss it with you Buck, I swear! I’ve been thinking about us getting another pet for a couple of months now and I was going to bring it up but then I saw the puppy. I couldn’t leave it out in the cold!” You plead with your boyfriend.

Bucky closes his eyes and looks up to take a deep breath. He knows that you made the decision out of the goodness in your heart, that is one of the many reasons he loves you. But he feels disrespected that you didn’t ask him about this huge responsibility.

“Doll I know you’re doing this because you think it’s right, but what about Alpine? We don’t even know if she will do well with another animal here. She’s been our main focus and with another animal, a puppy nonetheless, will be a huge adjustment for her. We will most likely fall in love with that puppy and then we might have to give it away because Alpine is not taking to it well.”

You nod your head at what he’s saying. You knew all of this when you grabbed the box. You knew it would be a possibility, but you couldn’t say no to those puppy eyes.

“I know Bucky, I’ve been thinking about this for months. But when you’re gone you don’t see it. Alpine gets lonely. Even when I’m here she doesn’t play like her normal self, I can’t imagine how she acts when we’re both away on a mission.” Bucky looks down at you with sadness in his eyes.

“Alpine gets lonely?”

“She’ll stand by the front door and meow for hours, she’ll eat but only when it’s on your spot at the table, and she’ll only ever sleep on your pillow.”

Bucky turns to look at his feline companion. She’s asleep on what is Bucky’s side of the couch, not paying any mind to the argument. Bucky takes another deep breath and turns to you.

“Bucky, I wouldn’t have brought the puppy home if I didn’t think that we all couldn’t handle this adjustment.” You look into his eyes.

Bucky slowly nods his head. “Ok, but we have to introduce them slowly. We don’t want Alpine to become territorial.”

You smile at Bucky and give him a kiss. “Thank you, Bucky!”

You move out of the way and Bucky opens your bedroom door, revealing a big ball of fluff.

#avengers #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader fluff #bucky barnes fluff #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes x reader

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dollwrites · 1 year

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!sorcerer!reader, they’re both still in jjhigh, geto involvement, revenge / blackmail mention, pet play, sex toys, gojo is meanie, degradation, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day fourteen [ gojo satoru + pet play ] // one of three very special pieces dedicated to very special people! this one is for @arabaka 💚 love love you jackie!!

if you would’ve known Satoru had a pet play kink, you never would have agreed to this stupid bet. hell, you knew before you agreed that you probably going to lose, but you couldn’t help but at least try to knock his arrogant ass down a peg or two. still, even though your failure was almost guaranteed, you never thought the penalty would be so… humiliating.

“G—gonna get me… exprrrled—“ it was difficult to talk, because every time you tried to form words, no matter how muffled or distorted they were, you drooled around the bone-shaped silicone gag strapped tight between your teeth.

your eyelids fluttered when he tugs on the leash, tightening the chain-collar around your throat and bringing your attention up to where he sat, sprawled in his desk. his long legs outstretched. “Only if you get caught.” Gojo chuckles as he says this, giving your collar another rough tug. “Now, look cute and obedient for the cameras, pup.”

a handful of flashes went off at once as your classmates encircled you, capturing this incredibly humiliating moment in snapshots to no doubt blackmail you with later. Geto seems particularly amused by seeing you on the floor on your knees, drooling in little but your panties and a leash. he snapped picture after picture, getting one from every angle, as Gojo uses his grip on your lead to make you pose. you thought maybe it was because when he had tried to kiss you last year, you’d gut-punched him.

maybe Gojo had been plotting this sort of revenge against you since you rejected his best friend. or, maybe he was just this deranged.

your eyes watered.

it wasn’t because of the flashes or even the choker, but the relentless, humming vibe stuffed in your panties. the battery chamber juts out in a tent of wet fabric, keeping the phallic dildo jammed and rotating in your clenching canal, and the flickering bunny ears teasing your clit until your eyes crossed, and your cunt started to dribble juices on the floor beneath where you sat. “I wonder how many times my bitch has cum already.” Gojo snickered, mischievous as he pushes at your back with the toe of his shoe, forcing you on all fours instead of your knees. you slurred out a moan, thighs trembling, and press your chest to the floor, reluctantly obedient for him. “Enough to ruin her panties and make a mess of this floor. Aren’t you embarrassed, puppy? To be so messy and needy?”

you nod, but you get the feeling he doesn’t really care if you are.

“S-srrrtorruuu…” you groan, eyes rolling back when he leans forward and grabs the base of the toy, jiggling it tauntingly through your panties. “N-nrrr mrrr…”

“Hmm? What’s that, puppy?” he teases, leaning closer still, as if trying to decipher what you’re saying. you look up at him weakly, spit and tears mixing on the floor beneath your chin, and repeat the plea for this humiliating moment to end. but he beams with delight, and gives your ass a swat. “Sounds like you want something. Well, you know what good puppies do, don’t you? They beg. Go on, be a good, slutty pup and nuzzle me, beg for your treats and I might just let our friends get some nice shots of you bent over the desk, taking my cock and your favorite toy in your greedy hole.” as he says this, he runs his hand along your face instead, and much to your own surprise, you do just what he asks. you tried to tell yourself it was out of the hope that if you did what he wanted, he’d go easy on you, but the truth was much more depraved than that. you were starting to like being his little bitch. rubbing your wet cheek against his palm, you mewl and bat your eyelashes.

“P-pleasseee… gov mrrr treats!”

#gojo #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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waldau-archived · 5 months

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sunshine — lee seokmin | 764 words | fluff

bro is literal sunshine, i had to. i don't know how this came to me but i'm so glad it did. and can we ignore the fact that you could see it only across america?

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

dokyeom knows he’s being a bit obnoxious.

okay, maybe not just a bit. very obnoxious.

but is it his fault that he’s upset about missing the solar eclipse that he’d wanted to see with you?

the pictures you’ve sent him aren’t enough. he kept staring at all eleven of them, showing him every angle you managed to get. even nasa had been roped into your shenanigans to try to make him feel a little less sad about missing out, not to mention the livestream you’d held for two seconds, cutting it off even before he got a chance to say hi.

it goes without saying that he can’t help but feel a bit guilty.

he knows it’s a bit too much when the smile he gives you isn’t as cheerful as yours. he knows its over the top when he resists your attempts to cuddle with him. in the end, your puppy eyes break him enough to let you hold him.

“it’s just so unfair,” he huffs, pressing his face into your shoulder. he ignores the little giggle you give out, running your fingers through his hair. this is a matter of utmost importance and he should be allowed to sulk, dammit.

“i’m not saying it’s not, kyeom.”

“but you’re laughing at me! i’m sad i missed seeing the eclipse with you and you’re laughing at me.”

“hey, i’m not laughing. didn’t i try calling you on video so you wouldn’t miss out? and didn’t i send pictures later?”

“that’s…not the point.”

“then what is?”

dokyeom sighs. “i wanted to see it with you. it wasn’t about the eclipse. we always watch the sun rise and set whenever we’re together. of course i wanted to watch this one with you, too.”

“oh,” is all you say.

dokyeom just pulls away from you and shifts so that his head rests in your lap.

“hey,” you say, thumb tracing his cheekbone. soft. “are you really that upset because you didn’t get to watch an eclipse?”

“it wasn’t just an eclipse, though,” he says, looking up at you. you look so good, even upside down. “it was the eclipse. and i missed it. and you.”

“but you were touring, baby.”

dokyeom knows you’re right, but he’s not in the mood to listen to logic right now. so he behaves like the very mature adult he is and hides his face in your stomach, unwilling to look up at you. he doesn’t move even when he can feel your silent laughs shake your body. he feels you stretch to your side for something and very reluctantly looks up at you when you tap his shoulder.

“do me a favour?”

“anything,” he says immediately.

“take a photo with me?”

there’s already maybe a couple thousand photos of the two of you together in each of your phones, and dokyeom figures it wouldn’t hurt to add a few more. it never does.

but he’s also confused by the sudden change in topic. “what…”

“trust me.”

that he does. he shuts up and arranges himself so he’s lying a bit more comfortably on you, his super long arms helping him take the best picture he can for you. oh, well. pictures. multiple.

he’s become a bit tired of posing for selfies by himself, so it feels good to have your face in the frame again. he keeps capturing you more than himself till you ask him to stop, selecting what he deems are your favourites before you send them to him.

“see this?” you ask, showing him one of the photos. you’re accidentally out of the frame, and he’s captured himself laughing the way he does when he’s with you, eyes squeezed shut with the widest grin on his lips. do you know how happy you make him?

“…yeah?”

“that’s my sun you’re seeing. you’re lucky you can see yourself in a mirror every single day, you know?”

dokyeom swears his brain blanks. short circuits to the worst degree possible. “did you just—”

“—steal your job of using pick-up lines? maybe?”

suddenly, it doesn’t really matter that much anymore. sure, he’s a bit bummed he didn’t get to see it in person, and he didn’t get to see it with you, but he has you. forever. like the sun. burning bright, looking after him.

“also,” you say, looking very proud of yourself, “the next one’s in 2044. let’s make sure we don’t miss that one, okay?”

that’s…twenty years in the future.

when dokyeom clings to you a little more while you sleep that night, he thinks you already know the reason why.

taglist: @bookyeom @wootify @strnsvt @cloudycaramel @thepoopdokyeomtouched @minnieminshi @nonononranghaee @hrts4hanniehae @viewvuu

#his smile can cure me. of what i don't know but it can cure me #lee seokmin #lee seokmin fluff #dokyeom fluff #dokyeom #fluff #dk #dk fluff #seventeen #seventeen fluff #svt #svt fluff #waldau writes #inpsired by those lebron sunshine reels? you'll never know

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even-disco-baby · 2 years

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SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “Hello again, gendarme.” He smiles at you— not from his usual post, but from one of the cafeteria tables. A small sketchbook is laid out in front of him, along with some odd gray sticks.

ENCYCLOPEDIA — Compressed graphite. Not quite as bold or blendable as charcoal, but certainly less messy.

EMPATHY — Garte will appreciate it.

“I’d like to talk about the case again.”

“You moved! I didn’t know you could do that.”

“What are you drawing?”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “That’s the question, isn’t it?” His smile turns a little rueful. “I found one of my old sketchbooks and thought I’d like to fill the last few empty pages, but I’m finding myself a little… uninspired.”

CONCEPTUALIZATION — The accursed artist’s block. Staring down an empty page only for it to stare back, mocking you.

EMPATHY — He is unsure of himself. He said this was an old sketchbook. Maybe he’s afraid of drawing something new beside his old work and seeing that nothing has changed.

“Ah, yes. Artist’s block. I know it well. In fact, I don’t know when the last time that I actually *made* any art was.”

“You could draw the cafeteria.”

“You could draw one of the other diners.”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “A life drawing exercise, huh? And who would you pick as a subject, gendarme?”

“I don’t know. You’re the artist.”

“Maybe Garte? The skua could be a fun challenge.”

“You should draw the guy with the wig and sunglasses over there. He looks pretty funny.”

“Lena! She’d probably love to model for you. It would take her mind off things.”

“Kim, how about you pose for him?”

[Suggestion - Medium 10] “Why not me?”

KIM KITSURAGI — “No.”

He has nothing more to say on the matter.

“Aw, why not? You’d make a great model!”

Let it go.

KIM KITSURAGI — “I do not get paid to model for portraits. I get paid to solve murders. Such as the one we came here to investigate. Several days ago. Which has not been solved yet, for some mysterious reason.”

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — In case you couldn’t tell, that was sarcasm.

“Come on, Kim. You’re the perfect subject! A true man of the people. And there’s this sort of radiance about you… I can see the portrait already, just looking at you. Really clearly, actually.”

Maybe don’t say that. He’s just not gonna get it.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He shrugs. “Sorry, gendarme. It’s not right to use someone’s image without permission, you know? Maybe some other time.”

KIM KITSURAGI — “No.” And then, a little awkwardly, “But thank you.”

“I don’t know. You’re the artist.”

“How about Garte? Though, you’d have to draw the skua, too…”

“You should draw the guy with the wig and sunglasses over there. He looks pretty funny.”

“Lena! She’d probably love to model for you. It would take her mind off things.”

“Kim, how about you pose for him?”

[Suggestion - Medium 10] “Why not me?”

CHECK SUCCESS

YOU — “Why not me?”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He considers you with some amusement, but still, he does consider. “You’re not too busy?”

“On second thought, you’re right, I have some work to do right now. Another time, maybe?”

“Nope. Not at all.”

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant sighs audibly.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — What did I *just* say?

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He chuckles to himself, apparently quite tickled by the little comedy act you two are making of yourselves. “Beautiful. Why not? Have a seat. I’ll try not to keep you too long.”

KIM KITSURAGI — “Much appreciated,” he says drily.

YOU — [Take a seat.]

SAVOIR FAIRE — Time to strike a pose. Let’s go with something cool. Something that really captures what you’re all about.

ENDURANCE — But make sure it’s something that you’ll be able to hold comfortably.

Wink and shoot him your signature finger guns.

Look at him with big sad eyes like a shamed puppy.

Look thoughtfully into the middle distance, as if contemplating your own future masterpiece.

Stare straight at him with eyes that have seen how this world will end.

Hold your head up high. With *honor.*

Just sit and act natural. No need to put on airs.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He looks you up and down, thumbing his bottom lip. His eyes look brighter and more alert than you have ever seen them. And then, he picks up his graphite and begins to work.

His eyes dart between you and the page, his hand sweeping across the page in bold, practiced strokes. All traces of his earlier hesitation have vanished.

VOLITION — Sometimes, a little push is all we need.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — Every now and then, he pauses to look up at you, and it’s almost unnerving to be the subject of whatever calculations are going on behind his eyes. He holds out his graphite, squinting just slightly.

VISUAL CALCULUS — This is called sighting. He’s roughly measuring the relative proportions of your figure and checking them against his sketch.

KIM KITSURAGI — Even the lieutenant is watching now, interested in spite of himself.

“Are portraits your specialty?”

“Have you been drawing anything for school lately?”

Better not distract him.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “Hmm…” He ponders this for a moment, not looking up from his work. “Not exactly. I’m more interested in the graphic arts than this sort of thing. But it’s best to build a strong foundation before branching out, you know?”

YOU — “Graphic arts? Like what?”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “Printmaking.” A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he speaks, seemingly without him even noticing. “Monotype, especially.”

ENCYCLOPEDIA — Monotype is a printmaking technique that is singular from other techniques, in that it produces only *one* unique print, rather than an edition of multiple prints.

YOU — What, really? What’s the point of printing it, then?

ENCYCLOPEDIA — I don’t know. I didn’t invent it.

“Why monotype? Wouldn’t a different technique be more… practical?”

“I see.” [Drop the subject.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He shrugs slightly, smudging a bit of graphite with a bare finger. “Depends on how you define practical, I suppose. If I had my own studio, and I was selling my prints, then maybe. But we make do with what we have, gendarme.”

EMPATHY — And what he has is very little.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “Besides, I think monotype has its charms.”

The young man does not elaborate, instead focusing on the work at hand. He picks up an eraser that has been shaved down to a point for fine detail work, and begins on what are likely the finishing touches.

EMPATHY — He has already talked at uncharacteristic length about this. It’s making him a little uncomfortable.

SAVOIR FAIRE — He doesn’t like to share too much about himself because it makes him feel *uncool.* He prefers to maintain an air of mystery.

RHETORIC — It’s safer, too, that way. He’s learned that passion exists to be exploited. False promises and admiration are the offerings of Sunday friends.

“If you say so.” [Back off.]

“What kind of charms?” [Press on.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — His eyes flit back to you, sizing you up now in a different way. And then he looks back down at the page with a quiet bre ath.

“Well, it doesn’t take as much time or labor as other methods. Or expensive tools, or dangerous chemicals. Just paper, a plate, ink, and something to apply it with. And I can use the same plate over and over again, even use it to create different layers for the same print.”

RHETORIC — In other words, it’s cheap and can be done from home. An attractive option.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “And with monotype, it’s not so hard to go back and change your mind. You can start over as many times as you’d like, right up until the moment you lay the page on the plate.”

INLAND EMPIRE — That really does sound attractive. To be able to wipe the slate clean, over and over again…

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “There aren’t as many limits on what kind of textures you can create, too. Brushstrokes and fingerprints… They can really come out beautiful.”

His brow creases a little, and he picks his graphite back up to rework a particular area.

DRAMA — He’s still holding out on you, sire. Too self-conscious to admit what he really likes about the medium.

YOU — Which is what?

EMPATHY — Fragility.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — An image which is only complete after being mirrored and translated, never to be recreated except as a ghostly afterimage. An exercise in surrendering to chance. What will be, will be. And then the moment will pass, and it will be time to start the next piece.

VOLITION — This man knows disappointment intimately. It is his closest companion. He has learned to make peace with it. He passes the time with his Sunday friends, lays his paper on the plate and hopes, despite himself, for the best.

YOU — Is that… a good thing?

VOLITION — …It’s hard to say. But we make do with what we have.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “There.” The young man sits up straight, and it’s only now that you realize just how close he brought himself to his work.

DRAMA — His face may not betray him, but the body does not lie. He was having *fun,* my liege.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “All done.” He tears the page from his book and holds it out to you with a small smile.

ITEM GAINED: Portrait of a Disco Holdover

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “Hope I didn’t keep you too long.”

KIM KITSURAGI — “Don’t worry about it,” Kim says, rather resignedly.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — If you’d declined, the lieutenant thinks, my partner would have just found some other way to get sidetracked.

KIM KITSURAGI — Still, he cannot stop himself from glancing at the portrait over your shoulder.

PORTRAIT OF A DISCO HOLDOVER — It’s you! Unfortunately. Not even the most masterful hand could make the Expression less unsettling to look at. Your posture is poor, your face is swollen and blotchy, your hair is thinning, your clothes are shabby and out of place… I could go on.

Oh god, you could?

Please don’t.

PORTRAIT OF A DISCO HOLDOVER — But, you know… it’s nice. The smoker’s technique is bold and rather lovely, broad strokes of graphite intersecting in just the right places to create surprising depths. Somehow, even though it’s you… it’s not hideous.

EMPATHY — Because you’re seeing yourself through another person’s eyes.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — There is an odd tenderness to the portrait. Something amusing in your grimace, a touch of sympathy in your hunched shoulders. With the eraser, he has lifted small spots of pigment from your face, as if it were illuminated by flecks of light from the karaoke disco ball.

There are no disco lights tonight, but still, he sees them when he looks at you. Your moment has passed, but it left quite the impression. A ghost print, superimposed over you.

“Not bad, but the bicep girth is off. Right, Kim?”

“Oh god, is that really what I look like?”

“Hmm. It’s okay, but you should consider a backup career plan.”

“Whoa, you’re amazing! Can you draw me again, but this time in the costume from the cover of Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman? And like, with a really cool warhammer? And Queen Lydiaana standing in the background, all like, ‘boohoo, where will I ever find another man like Ha— I mean, the Man from Hjelmdall?’”

“Beautiful.”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — His smile climbs up into the corners of his eyes, warming his entire countenance.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — If you were to capture a portrait of him in this moment, it would be beautiful, too.

#disco elysium #harry du bois #the smoker on the balcony #kim kitsuragi #this one is. so self indulgent. i like the smoker i like to think abt him #and assign him my art student interests #anyway. oh the joy of making art and showing ppl what they rlly look like in your eyes #and oh the beauty of monotypes and printmaking and hoping for the best #GODDAMMIT I FUCKED UP THE FORMATTING AGAIN AND DIDNT CATCH IT UNTIL LIKE 12 HOURS LATER.#if you saw that. no you didn’t.

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romanticoms · 1 year

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how about leon bringing up recording him and female reader having sex all the time and she finally says alright fuck it let’s do it and they film themselves and the whole time he can’t stop talking and praising her bc he’s just so excited and aroused. like he’s just telling her what to do, wanting to change positions to record new angles, and she’d eventually take the camera/phone and film him while instructing him on what to do and he goes crazy for it. like his mouth falls open and he’s blushing and whimpering as she tells him to stroke himself while staring up at her??

she look like a star, but only on camera—

your brain holy shit // no proper aftercare because i can't come up with anything cuz of some assignments that were long overdue I'M SORRY have some crumbs // 18+ MDNI // sex tape, voyeurism, deepthroating, blowjob, striptease, mild degradation and praise, femswitch!reader switch!leon (can be any leon lol) // (NOT PROOFREAD, lmk if i've made a mistake) 780+ words, 4.5k chr.

"It'll be one for the books," Leon placed a hand on your shoulder tilting your back to face him, arousal and desperation were apparent in his eyes, giving you that puppy-like look. "It's only a matter of time before they call me back for another mission. Please?" He pleaded. "Fine, fine. Only because you asked nicely." You groaned a little, only pitying him for those hellish missions they assign him— or that you've been more than eager to try it out, you were just too scared to approach him about it. Leon was more than surprised at how you complied, but he didn't want to lose the chance.

He quickly grabbed your phone, clicking the camera icon before hitting record, licking his lips at the mere sight of you stripping infront of the device, maintaining eye contact with Leon. "Yeah.. like that." His voice was hoarse, thick with anticipation with each passing moment. You threw each layer off to the floor until you were fully exposed, never looking back at the mess you made.

Getting on your knees infront of Leon as he stared at you from the screen. Your hands tugged on his fly before unzipping it, sliding it past his knees down to his ankles. He'd managed to capture that look on your face everytime his length unravels from being tucked away, glistening with globs of pre trailing down the shaft; your eyes never fail to widen at the endless thoughts of treating him, every time you admire his cock would be just like the first time you did. .

Though lightly intimidated, you licked your lips before pressing it against his tip, looking into his eyes while sliding your mouth up and down across his length. Your mouth turned back to the tip, slowly but surely taking each inch in. "Yeah.. such a good girl, mhm.." He moaned assuredly. Leon had to lean back a little — one hand pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail while the other held the phone, leaning against the headboard to better the view on the recording.

Thrusting you in, chanting endless 'you can take it's while your eyes bulged, tears flooded down your face while your mascara turned your skin ashy. You quickly got up the moment you felt his grip on your head loosen, turning around to lie on your back while your mouth was left open, Leon immediately understood what you were going for, his cock slowly but surely had been reaching your throat. "Hungry fuckin' cockslut, taking me nicely— so fuck-ing well." He growled, pushing further in you, making sure the camera caught your throat bulge over his cock deep in you. "Fuuuuck, y'gonna take it.." He panted, roughly thrusting into you, feeling your throat flare over his length. "Fuck! Gonna cum, oh- fuck, fuck!" Leon gritted his teeth, feeling himself tense up as his orgasm came washing over, slimy spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat before pulling out, slapping the tip on the roof of your mouth before pulling back. "My perfect little girl," He cooed, you coughed up for a moment or two before pulling yourself together, as well as Leon.

"My turn-" You purred, grabbing the phone from Leon before sitting infront of him, heightening yourself just so you could watch all of him. Hitting record, you instructed him. "Want you to touch yourself." You murmured behind the phone, watching Leon raise his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Hm? But baby—"

"Touch yourself for me." You demanded.

"Whatever you say.." He strained his words, watching his dick grow hard just over the mere thought of all of this going on had gotten Leon feeling giddy again. He palmed himself, watching you record everything. "L-like this, baby? Like what you see?" He mumbled, clearly excited over your plan. "Exactly.. exactly like that, yeah." You nodded in approval. Leon's eyes darted around the room before staring into the camera, he'd just stare at you from below, savoring your naked body while he touched himself, hands wrapped around the length, stroking himself. "Mmh, baby.. wanna touch you." He murmured, eyes glossed with desperation. "Not yet—" You replied with a smug tone.

"Hm-hngh.. wan' you.. touch.. mmh.." He babbled incoherent pleas, his voice only getting coarser each and every second he got closer and closer. "Fuck.. mmh yes.. ngh.. g'nna cum again.." His mouth was slightly agape, muttering sweet nothings to himself as he shot up a thick load all around his abdomen. "Fuck..! Hah.. you.." He panted, looking up into your eyes like a lost puppy. "Mmh.. Did I do good?" He asked, still catching his breath. "So good, my good boy.." You cooed, rolling down the bed to watch the masterpiece of a video you two just made.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon smut

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ipegchangbin · 1 year

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— changbin’s birthday present.

🏷️ dom!reader, sub!changbin, petnames “baby” and “mommy,” anal (changbin receiving), pegging. 2k words.

a/n: hi, i’m back. ;)) happy late birthday to jutdwae from instagram!

shock washed over changbin in waves. he stared at the present in his hands, hastily unwrapped out of curiosity and excitement; except that he never expected to fulfill his one favorite wish today.

the bright pink strap-on stared back at him first before he met eyes with you.

changbin clearly didn’t know how to react, the usually loud boy falling silent at the surprise. the corners of his lips were curling into a smile and he chuckled once before bombarding you with a flurry of silly questions.

“i really thought that you didn’t want to try it!” he exclaimed, but you only shook your head before accepting a kiss from him.

you giggled and tapped his nose. “it’s your birthday, binnie. we can try it later if you aren’t too tired by then.”

“nah, i wanna try it now.”

“what?”

“want it,” changbin licked his lips, completely disregarding the fact that he had to get ready for a birthday dinner later. “kinda need it.”

you smirked at his needy face, eyes sparkling and mouth slicked with drool. “kinda?”

he offered the pink dildo and strap back to you. in your hands laid the one thing you both wanted to try for so long. changbin stared at it like an excited puppy, giving you all the reigns and the power — just as you both wanted.

he grabbed your wrists. you smiled, softening his excitement, eyes turning from stars into hearts.

“please?”

it didn’t take much more for you to comply. in minutes, the both of you were naked: he was on the bed, you were adjusting the strap.

changbin fiddled with the bottle of lube in his hands, clearly nervous yet curious. he zoned out in disbelief at the sight of your strap. it was big, the girth almost mirroring his own cock, and he felt slightly intimidated.

you fingered him before, right? it isn’t going to be any different, right? the lube will help, you both did your research. it’ll be fine, right?

“baby, you ready?”

he flashed you a meek downturned smile. “yeah. just…shy.”

“there’s no need to be shy, it’s just me.”

the slightly anxious giggle that left your throat followed by your focused hands squeezing the lube out of the bottle stunned changbin. you rubbed the smooth liquid all over your cock, causing him to bite his lower lip. everything about you was both adorable and hot, pretty and handsome, lustful and loving.

but you were both scared of fucking up.

“baby, if it starts to hurt, you know how to tell mommy, right?”

changbin nodded and muttered the safeword, making eye contact with you. the sparkle only seemed to grow in his gaze.

you chuckled in response and he mirrored it. you praised him for remembering as you gestured for him to open his legs. the already-apparent blush on his cheeks grew even more, his face reddening as he exposed more of himself to you.

it wasn’t like he didn’t already do similar things with you before. you were always the commanding force in bed and in the relationship. he had given his body to you like a layman offering his soul to a god, and you offered your own body to his in the same way a deity blessed their beloved chosen one.

yet no amount of pretty words could capture the delicious whimpers that escaped changbin’s lips when you worked a finger inside him.

he threw his head back, arching his broad back and large hips upwards, refusing to still in place at the pleasure. he moaned, “mommy, mommy, you’re so—fuck, love you,” reaching for your other arm for support. your finger circled around his clean hole, making sure that the lube covered his plush and reddening walls with comfort. you tested with another finger, and to your delight, he loved it more than he should.

“i’m just stretching you, binnie. is it that good?”

“y-yeah, can’t…want more, can’t wait—”

your fingers curled up against his sweet spot, throwing a line of shivers down his spine and spreading throughout his body. the cheeks of his ass flushed red. his hands clung to the pillows at the back of his head. his dick hardened almost instantly, the rather average length yet astounding girth building a need to release from your gentle touches alone.

that was just his appetizer. his eyes were trained on the strap-on dildo, wondering how in the world it would fit his tight little hole, the one entrance you called his “pretty wet cunt. all mine, wet just for me, needing only my cock in it.”

his cock twitched. his ass clenched around your digits. you noticed it and your canines shone in your smile.

“hi baby boy,” you cooed at his cock, “aren’t you happy to take me from the back?”

changbin whimpered. like a bunny, he sniffled and made a small breathy noise, signaling his happiness and utter need.

“well, are you sure you’re ready to take me?”

his eyes darted to meet yours, this time focused — you were asking him a real question. the thoughts clouded his head for a split second: how is that supposed to fit?

they all disappeared the moment he saw the sincerity behind your deep pupils.

“yes mommy. i can take you.”

you angled yourself between his legs. his thighs sat on either side of your hips, the firm muscle yet plush skin inviting you to his warmth. it didn’t help that the lube on your dildo and inside his ass felt cold and smooth, fucking with his senses all the more as seconds passed without you inside him.

to verify, you asked if he remembered the safeword and safe signals. he told you that he isn’t worried anymore but his eyes were still wide. you figured to comfort him.

“happy birthday, binnie.”

you both giggled at that, finally comfortable in each other’s presence again, and ready for the action. it was a warm moment that you both wished to relish in forever, yet, your cock was right next to his entrance and he was finally prepared enough to take it.

“i love you,” you said, before pushing your cock inside.

changbin immediately gasped, the half-moan leaving his lips in a deliciously loud cry. his ass welcomed the peak of the tip and clenched around it. though he loosened up, he was still tight, and his walls had to take it only little by little.

to his delight, you were gentle and patient. you almost seemed methodical with your approach, being careful to exert the force in your hips gradually as your cock slid inside him. all you wanted was to not hurt him, but fuck, you looked too hot — changbin loved seeing your focused face, watching your body work with his, and that alone was sexy enough to send him into deep pleasure.

he eventually took it past the tip, though you slid in even further as his wetness hugged you while he moaned. he thrust his own hips closer to yours, whining at the sensation of being filled and stretched even further. he had gotten used to the foreign feeling, but not to this degree. he fucked himself on your strap, taking more and more in pure need, feeling every inch of you until—

“fuck! mommy! right there!”

you reached his limit. not only that, you angled your cock right up against his pleasure spot.

you both stilled in place. he had to adjust to the full length inside of him and you had to rest your hips. his breathing was irregular for a minute, so you plopped your head onto his chest. you pecked on his skin, freeing the butterflies and untying knots in his stomach, signaling him to match his breathing with yours.

“good boy. taking me so well.” you said with a warm smile.

changbin smiled and pouted after. “m-mommy? kiss please?”

you leaned up to kiss his lips, making sure not to apply overwhelming pressure on his ass. after a minute of adjustment, you whispered telling him you were pulling back. he mildly hesitated; he relished in the feeling of being so full, filled to the brim of his loving mommy, wanting to stay in that blissful state that he couldn’t believe he never felt before.

just as soon as you pulled away, you thrust back into him.

“ah! fuck!”

he immediately reached out to grab your shoulder and arm. the desperation in his gestures as well as the perfect arch of his spine sent chills down your own, your own warmth and hips twitching at the sight of his euphoric state.

thrust. thrust. thrust. you steadied your pace, fucked him with a constant force that seemed to send him through heaven and back. he felt fucked, drool escaping the corner of his mouth, tongue twitching at the slurred words he failed to mutter from growing dumb over your cock.

it filled him. then it didn’t. you gave him love with every thrust and the lube helped to glide it in, stretching him to the point that not a hint of pain made its way through his system. it sounded wet, disgusting, filthy — you fucked an entrance that was never meant to be fucked, but if that was the case, then how could it feel this good?

he didn’t even know what to moan. did he want “more, more, god, more!” or did he say “can’t take it anymore, shit, can’t hold it in, can’t, can’t!” or were they both things he couldn’t comprehend? all he wanted—needed—was you.

and all you wanted—needed—was him.

for once, you felt a real extension of yourself. for once, you finally felt that you were fucking him, driving him mad. it wasn’t connected to your nerves but you felt the jolts in your system as you fucked him with the dildo, the pressure directly mirroring your own; maybe the wet sounds and mess from the lube and his own wetness making its way on your waist and stomach somehow helped.

changbin dropped his hips, only to arch his back even further. his head twisted from one end of the pillow to the other, his strong arms feeling weak as he helplessly clung to yours. he chuckled happily when you accepted his hand and held it tight.

your thrusts became erratic as you both neared your climaxes. if you could, you would finish inside him: it was something you both dreamed of, maybe another dildo could do that. you couldn’t steady yourself with the haze of a high making its way to your heat, similar to changbin’s balls growing painfully red.

you squeezed his hand but snaked the other one just above his ass cheeks, reaching for the dip on his lower back. there, you noticed that he had two dimples on his ass. the one feature alone prompted you to go faster as you pressed on them, noticing how much it affected changbin.

he kept squealing at this point. he was in delirium. he whimpered like a hurt bunny, his voice pitching to a tone that you’ve never heard from him before, his throat making noises that only invited you even further into him.

“please, there, please! i-i’ll cum! i’m gonna…”

“finish with me, please baby.”

without another word, you both kissed and came at the same time.

his arms wrapped around your body fully and tightly. you put your weight over his own after he insisted that he wanted it. you both stayed there.

“that was so fucking good.” changbin laughed for a second before feeling the ache on his lower back. you had to laugh at it too.

you snuggled closer to him, rubbing your face against his chest and perking nipples. he whined one last time before giggling with his eyes closed.

“i love you, binnie.”

“i love you more, y/n.” he replied.

“i love you most—wait. oh shit.”

changbin, still hazy and cozy, disregarded your shock. he yawned and squeezed you in his arms, rolling over to trap you in bed.

“changbin, no, you have a dinner—”

“call it off for me.”

you squinted at him, your face impossibly close to his at the squished position. “i can’t just do that!”

“it’s my birthday, i rule today.”

the opportunity opened for you to reach his ass cheek and squeeze it. he yelped with a high pitched whimper and cowered into your body.

“but who rules you in bed?” you asked.

changbin pouted. “it’s you, mommy.”

#skz smut #sub!skz #sub!changbin #dom!reader #happy birthday bro i love you most #💬 z is writimg

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THE BABYSITTING TRAP (18+)

Summary: the gang made a plan to set steve up and Y/n hopper up, did they expect it to go so well ?

Warning : smut , soft dom steve , praise kink , daddy kink , hair pulling , spanking just steve unleashing his inner eddie to be fair . also everything nancy did and tension during season 4 we're just going to pretend it was us instead. steve being fluffier than his hair . this is 18+ minors not welcome

As far as failed night go , he was starting to think this was possibly could be the best night of his life. All he had to do was well tell her how he felt . which kinda was hard to do watching to move around her trailer wearing his t-shirt making them popcorn to watch a movie alone , together . the girl of his dreams , one that stood by everything , one who appreciated him . little thing she would do told him as much when they were hanging as group. she stop them teasing him about his failed love life , made sure eddie didn't eat his favourite snacks if he was running late , hell even having his favourite snacks there . how she would actually listen to what he had to say during the whole upside down situation . checking his wounds and making sure everything was healing or cleaned properly. how when he was pulled under water she was straight in after .. maybe shit he was idiot . the kids were right and it was right in front of him the whole time . he for once didn't think of his action , when she came over he helped her with placing the things down not before pulling her on to his lap and cuddling her close , god her giggles made his day, a melody he could listen to on repeat he was sure of it . " what has gotten into you harrington, not that i'm complaining " her smile , that damned smile could make anyone's day brighter . " something that took me way too long to do " he said proud his voice didn't squeak or waver . " and what would that be " god he had the usually confident teasing yet kind and caring y/n nervous. " taking that step , a step we both wanted , to finally stop kidding myself and finally go after the girl i want so bad it physically hurts sometimes , making sure no one can take her away " he smiled leaning up and capturing her lips with his . she wanted to punch herself the shit she used to say about how ridiculous movie kissing was bullshit . she could literally eat her words with how wrong she was . how his lips against hers felt like they were meant to be there . two puzzle pieces connect to reveal the whole picture. souls reconnecting after eternity searching for each other , nerves coming to life , fire work the lot .

Needing air they reluctantly pulled back , both shit eating grins on there faces . " about time harrington i was beginning to lose hope " she sighed dramatically head falling against his chest. " hey you could have said something you know " he defended finger lifting her chin to make her eyes align with his . " maybe i was scared " she bit her lip which wasn't a lie , she'd been the same telling the group they were seeing things . " well i was was terrified , i mean imagine losing this beautiful , kind , sweetheart , kinda an asshole sarcastic woman and one of my best friends because i told her i love her so much it drive me insane" he bared it all everything he was feeling over the years . " wait love " she sat up looking at him fully searching his eyes making sure it wasn't some stupid prank between him and the kids or eddie . " love like full blown burn the world down for you love " he repeated . what words failed , actions didn't she crashed her lips against his hungrily showing him how much she loved him , how he made her go on when she thought she couldn't , how he gave her the strength to fight when she felt weak . steve harrington held a place in her heart since the moment she met him , those puppy brown eyes had her locked , hook , line and sinker . she pulled the back of his neck in a bid to get closer , while her skin burned with a need only he could satisfy . a quick turn of positions and she was now straddling the man she dreamed about for so long . steve kissed back harder like she was his only source of oxygen while his hands land on her hip pulling her closer . like it was on instinct her hips rolled making the man under let out the sexiest almost primal moan she had ever heard . it was surreal she had steve the hair harrington moaning beneath her . " if we gonna do this baby girl then we are going to need that bed of yours " a husk almost whisper against her ear making her whimper. steve harrington made her give out the neediest whimper something she wasn't aware could happen. " take me to bed steve " she moaned feeling his strain against his jeans .

without be breaking the kiss , he lifted her effortlessly up off the chair , holding her steady as he kissed down her neck the t-shirt he love seeing on her was now in his way . she could feel her skin almost burn with desire pulling the shirt over her head showing the pink lace bra hiding underneath . " i definitely died and now in heaven" he teased kissed down her chest as he hand pushed her bedroom door open and kicking it closed . laying her softly on the bed as she pulled her shorts off . " eager are we " he smirked seeing the lust blown eyes , kiss bitten lips and it was all for him . " please steve fuck touch me , kiss me do something " she kneeled before him pulling him by his waist band . "yeah i died and this is heaven " he growled pushing her on her back while giving her almost a bruising kiss . licking , biting down her neck as he unclasped her bra sitting up to admire her , the dream he had were nothing in comparison to the real deal. " fuck you are so beautiful baby girl " his hand giving teasing pinches to her now hardened peaks . " oh you like that huh baby" he grin bowing his head . at first it teasing kitten licks , before a hiss broken moan came from her lips feeling him sucking and biting her nipples soft mouth making her core throb with a need . her panties drenched at the way he handled her in such as short space of time. she felt a fire burn deeper when his kissing began to continue down her body . even touch of his lips felt like her wildest dreams coming to life yet it still wasn't enough she needed more of him , all of him . " can i take these off" he asked a false coyness lilt to his deep husky voice. " fuck yes please i need you " she whimpered . " oh baby girl daddy's gonna take care of you , be a good girl and sit back while i eat this little pussy of yours, can you do that " fuck this was definitely a dream ." yes daddy i'll be good " . she hissed feeling his finger sliding up and down painful slow yet not even where she wanted . " all this for me such a good girl ..mmm you taste fucking heavenly i knew you would my sweet beautiful girl " he moaned tongue swirling tasting her slick . never did he think he would have her tasting so sweet on his tongue dancing on his taste buds it was safe to say he was already addicted. " mm fuck daddy " she cried feeling his tongue swirl around her puffy clit sending her head crashing against the pillow the pulling his hair and her back arching at the sensation . steve harrington ate pussy like it was a five course meal and his last meal all in one . she felt her coil tighten and windup so tight she almost screamed when it snapped making his actions faster lapping up her orgasim . " fuck i'm doing that daily fucking hell baby you taste so good " he groaned wiping her juices from his face.

" now i need to be in that pussy because i near damn came in my fucking boxers like a little virgin , can i fuck you my sweet girl " he smiled down seeing her blissed out face. she couldn't speak all her mind consisted of was him and him needing to be inside her . " too cock drunk speak that's ok daddy will take care of you " he growled teasing his cock through her folds coating him up ,underestimating his own control but slowly he began pushing in , feeling the softness of her walls it was like she was made for him and him alone . she couldn't help the pleading and begging that flew out of her mouth nor if someone told her this would happen she'd laugh in their face yet here she was doing just that . " FUCK" she cried as he began to thrust hitting spots in her body she never knew where there , her nails scraping down his back in a bid to pull him closer anyway she could but what surprised her most was when he pinned her hands above her head , fucking her into the mattress like it was his main goal in life turning her on more that she even thought was possible . babbles and moans filling the room along with the filthiness spewing from the mans mouth . " daddy fuck just like that " she cried wanting to grab him but hell even the restricted movement made it better somehow. he let go of her hands gliding them down pinching her nipples as he passed them before he began circling her clit . " we cum together baby i can feel it " he growled as she clenched around . " now " his thrust sloppy then she felt his cum filling her up painting ever part of her cervix as she herself clenched down milking ever part of it . " fuck that was...." she panted . " totally happening every chance we get .. i totally agree" he joked pulling out of her. " steve you know i love you too right .. so much it drives me insane " she leaned up lasily kissing him as he pulled her to his chest .

bonus :

" i'm not going in there but it's safe to say the plan worked and dustin is traumatise " robin nodded face in pure disgust. " who knew harrington was a kinky fuck " eddie smirked . " can we please just go " dustin whispered . " come on we can get the money of steve for therapy " robin led him toward eddies van . " HARRINGTON YOU ARE MY HERO " eddie yelled in . " munson come on before henderson barfs in your van " robin hissed.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #joe keery #steve harrington x reader #stranger thing fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #robin buckley #eddie munson #dustin henderson #eleven #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #joyce byers #jim hopper

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jokeringcutio · 8 months

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The Grabber x Female Reader “Just as Dangerous” (Explicit/Smut)

Fandoms: Black Phone | Pairing: The Grabber (Albert Shaw) x You (F identifying) Reader Rating: Explicit (see all warnings!)

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Consensual Rough play, Chocking/Belt-play, Daddy-kink, older man/younger woman, Reader is a brat, Reader is just as bad, reader wants it badly, Reader is in true control here, (probably more tags but you know what it is just pure filth and you’ve been warned) fucking the Grabber. For @likoplays

Just as Dangerous

The creaking of the heavy basement door signaled his approach and you quietly listened for his footsteps to come down the stairs.

There he was, finally. He’d left you here on your own for a good while. Too long, in your opinion.

The door closed behind him, his presence filling the space with an electric charge. The mask he wore was a grotesque caricature, its exaggerated frown setting a macabre tone for the encounter. His clothes were either to be called outdated or quirky, with flare pants and an unbuttoned jacket above it, revealing a smooth and nearly hairless chest.

You remained on the worn mattress, your coat underneath you for comfort and isolation, your arms resting on your knees as you stared ahead.

Your pulse was a steady drumbeat in your ears.

He came to a halt in front of you, content to just stare at you before he knelt to be at eye level with your seated form. The man then cocked his head inquisitively, left arm resting on his knee as he crouched in front of you.

"Well, sweetheart, it seems you’ve got something to tell me," his voice sounded muffled, but the urgency of his statement was unmistakable.

You met his gaze, or at least the dark eyeholes of the mask, and watched him in silence. How long would it take before he would snap, you wondered. Would he be easy to rile up?

But his gaze was unwavering and the silence between you stretched longer and longer. Seeing how he remained in front of you, unmoving, his gaze full of expectation and heavy upon you, made your skin crawl. He was resilient, you had to give him that.

"I wouldn’t know what," you responded, injecting a note of nonchalance into your words.

He chuckled—a sound devoid of humor. "Well, I don’t think you’re being honest with me.” A click of his tongue as he stretched his arms in front of him. You noticed the glinting of the silver rings on his fingers. No marriage bands, just ornaments.

“In fact,” his voice lowered a notch, “I don’t like girls who don’t tell the truth. They’re naughty.” You could hear the sharp intake of breath, how he started to struggle with it behind his mask, as if he was getting excited by all this. Did the idea of you being a bad girl get him going? It wouldn’t explain why he’d mostly captured boys till now though.

Oh yes, you knew about the missing children in this area. You had no doubt who you were dealing with.

The Grabber.

“And you don’t want to be a naughty girl,” the man in front of you murmured, “do you?”

His words could have been seductive, his voice low and carrying that dangerous edge that always got you going. Even now, you had to squeeze your legs together at the sound of him. But you knew the game he was playing, how he tried to lure you into a punishment.

You had to force back a chuckle when you saw how the devilish mask tilted to one side as he looked at you questioningly again. Like a puppy pleading for an answer. Yet, you knew it was all a game to him. He must be one of those manipulative men then, you thought. Luring you into a false sense of security, playing the good guy, making you doubt your own brain.

You knew the type and decided not to grace him with an answer, not knowing anything that wouldn’t instantly make you a brat in his eyes. Was it a good thing if you talked back? Or would it spell your doom? No matter how much you liked it when men got rough with you, you were keen to survive. You had your own agenda and no time to die.

If he was looking for a good girl he should look elsewhere. You just weren’t the good girl he was hoping you to be.

“Tell me something,” the man now hissed, his voice still obscured by the mask but low and deliciously dangerous. “How did it feel when you got rid of them?”

Oh.

Now that sparked something in your eyes, like fires that started to burn. It became increasingly hard to suppress your smile when he brought it like that, a simple statement nothing more.

“Delicious,” you purred.

The black coals of the mask started to shimmer, a reflection of the look in your own eyes. The Grabber repositioned himself in front of you.

“So you admit it was you,” a dangerous low growl while he rested his hand against the cold concrete floor, like a predator ready to strike its prey.

You feigned ignorance again, well aware of how you had dropped your guard. But you were smaller than him and you could do the cute look. Most men fell for that – if you played your cards right.

“Oh, don’t play innocent with me,” the Grabber instantly rasped when he saw the look you gave him and deduced what you were trying to do. “You’re no innocent lamb.”

A laugh escaped his throat, heartily and raw. It sent shivers of pleasure down your spine. Then he ran a hand over his head, feeling if the hair was all still strapped behind the bands of his mask. Shoulder-length hair, you noted. Either a dark color, or perhaps already starting to turn grey. It was hard to tell in the artificial yellow glow of the basement’s one little bulb.

But the veins on those hands betrayed age and strength. Strong hands with long, thick fingers. You could feel your juices flowing, moist collecting between your folds as an ache appeared between your legs. Gosh, you were feeling empty.

“I noticed a few familiar names in your contacts list. Made me curious,” he started, but you could hear the grin in his voice despite the mask hiding his expression. You cocked your head and listened to him, curious about how far he had gone and what he had found – but also hooked on the lowness of his voice. You felt a slight throb inside your core, your nipples growing hard against the fabric of the clothes you were wearing.

“Had to dive in a little deeper,” and the way he said it sparked dark fantasies in you. “Found some more. Some deleted conversations. Others only connected via profiles on sites. It made me think.”

"Did you browse my phone?" you asked, staring at him with what you hoped was as little emotion as possible. “That is incredibly rude.”

"Merely happened to find a few names that sounded familiar," he returned casually, as if discussing the weather rather than the contents of your personal communications.

"Can't say I'm sure what you're on about," you lied smoothly, your mind racing as you tried to gauge how much he knew. But you had an inkling. It didn’t take a genius after all.

"No?" He leaned forward slightly. "Let me show you."

To your surprise, the Grabber fished out his own phone from a back pocket. You had half expected him to either reveal your own confiscated cell phone, or to see some printed newspapers. But he was opening Google and had been looking things up. Your gaze flicked to the screen before you could stop it, just to check, but there were no bars. The signal was dead down here, just like everything else that crossed the threshold into this forsaken basement.

"Look," he said, swiping through the device with a careful finger. The soft glow illuminated his mask, casting shadows that danced across the frown etched into its surface. The headlines he showed you were no surprise – men found dead. Murdered. Each face that scrolled past was a victory, a wrong righted by your hands. But seeing them there, in his possession, felt like a noose tightening around your own neck.

Not that you minded a little choking. Made things more thrilling.

He stopped on an article, the face of the last man you had seen alive staring back at you from the screen. "Not willing to admit it yet?" His voice was low, the words slithering through the cold air between you.

"Admit what?" Your heart hammered, but your voice was steady, cold. "So that you might turn me in? Go ahead. Who's going to believe the Grabber?"

His laugh was a low rumble, circling you like a predator. "Why would I go the cops? I am not gonna risk that, love," he said, his voice a taunt, his eyes behind the eyeholes were fixed on you. “Won’t risk you telling on me.”

"Me?" You tilted your head, feigning confusion, even as your mind spun furiously. "Why would I do something so foolish?"

“It doesn’t matter,” the Grabber said, shrugging as he made himself once again comfortable in front of you. You couldn’t help but notice how behind the mask, his eyes kept drifting toward your bound hands. And your cleavage.

"You thought you’d get out of this alive, darling?”

"Hope dies last," you quipped, your tone laced with venom you didn't feel. "But I suppose you wouldn't know much about that, would you?"

His hand moved faster than your eyes could follow, striking your cheek with a force that whipped your head to the side. The sting of the ring on his finger made the hit all the more special. Pain radiated like spider webs across your face, but it was the moan that slipped from between your lips that seemed to freeze the moment, hanging thick in the stale air.

"Fuck, you're a twisted little cunt if you loved that," he hissed. His voice had somewhat changed, became rougher, coarser, and took on a sinister tone. As if a devil was unleashed within him.

He stood in front of you now, panting rapidly. You could see the rise and fall of his naked chest. The way his belly moved, how you longed for him to strike you again.

"Maybe I am," you taunted, even as the ache bloomed into something darker, something forbidden. “Maybe I am so fucked up, I need a good fucking to set me right.”

For a moment it looked like he was going to hit you again, raising his hand in the air until the light reflected on his ring causing a shimmer. You mentally prepared, got excited about it even, sat up a little straighter. But then he reached for you and you felt his fingers grasp your chin tight, holding it in his hands, squeezing your lips together as he chuckled down at you.

“You want it badly, don’t you?” His voice was dripping with sin, his thumb gently brushing past your lips, fingertip pressing down roughly on your tongue until you tasted salt and grime before he roughly let go. Your head snapped to the side but your eyes were still upon him.

"Why don't you hit me, Daddy?” you said, a grin spreading on your face. “I know we both want it."

Another slap hit your cheek instantly, this time, the ring wasn’t present. Not a backhanded slap but he must have used his palm. Your skin grew red and tingled, and you brought up your bound wrists so that you could brush a hand past the soreness.

"That's all you got? I know you can do better, Daddy." Okay, so perhaps you got a little overexcited. But you just loved to tease.

Another slap, this time harder, and while you moaned he was already upon you, his hands firmly on your shoulders. He pounced, testing your limits, his weight pressing you into the musty mattress. His hands slid from your shoulders to your neck and you felt him press his thumbs into your skin.

"Look at what you do to me," he hissed, his arousal unmistakable against your thigh. His hands were iron bands around your neck. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body betraying you with its own treacherous heat.

“What’s that?” His voice was low but you recognized the tease as his hands took away your airflow completely and only choked noises escaped your lips. He pressed the mask closer to your face, the wood brushed against the sensitive skin of your red cheeks.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

He sat up a little straighter and you heard the chuckle behind the mask as he put his weight on you with his hips and legs alone, trapping you effectively underneath him. His hard cock pressed against your stomach through the layers of clothing, but he made no effort to hide it, bumped his hips against you so you were made extra aware.

“Aren’t you a little fuck doll for me?”

You thrashed underneath him, trying to nod, but his grip was too tight. Your throat started to feel deliciously sore, just as he let go.

“Beg me for it.”

The way he said it made tingles run down your spine. Your walls clamped down feebly around nothing, so eager for his cock.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you rasped as you tried to lean up on your elbow and stare the masked man in the eyes. “Now.”

A moment of silence passed as the Grabber stared you down, then he moved up, away from you.

“Not good enough,” he muttered to your irritation, and you instantly sat up, core aching to have this man’s cock inside of you now. You noticed he had started to undo the lower strap of the mask and watched with bated breath how he slowly removed it, the ugly devil’s chin and grin were disposed of, the straps loosely falling to the sides as it hit the concrete floor.

The man removed his belt next, rolling it around one fist until his knuckles turned white and the grin on his face imitated the one you’d seen earlier on the mask.

“Seems like I’ve got to learn the brat a lesson or two about how to suck up to someone.”

He took a step closer to you again and you felt the slick gather between your folds. God, you were wet for this man. How dominating he was, how forceful as his hand curled behind your neck, grasping your skin and forcing you with your head to look up at him.

“Open up,” and you did. You parted your lips and watched as the Grabber spat a big glob of phlegm straight in between your lips, then forced your mouth closed.

“Swallow.”

You made sure your eyes never left his as you did as you were told. The right reaction.

“Hmm, you swallow nicely. Makes me curious…” You felt how he gently rubbed circles with his thumb against your sore cheek, massaging your skin as he seemed to take you in, studying you, before he let go again.

“Stay just like this,” The low rasp came, and you weren’t surprised to see how the man eagerly disposed of his clothes. With hunger, you watched how his erection snapped free from his pants and smacked against his naked belly. His cock throbbed, globs of pre-cum gathered at the slit.

Daringly, you glanced up at him, seeing his smirk as he leered down at you. “Oh, this is no surprise to you, is it, sweetie?”

And then he guided the head of his shaft to your lips. “Open up.”

The salty taste felt like a relief, but it wasn’t enough. You encircled the head of his cock with your lips, sucking greedily and taking pride when he let out a throaty moan. Bobbing your head to take him deeper, you took pleasure in feeling his fingers on your shoulder, fingertips digging deep. It spurred you on, and you only let the cockhead slip from your lips so you could ask for more.

“Hurt me, Daddy.”

Your words set off a new glint in the Grabber’s eyes as his hold on you became more forceful. With his other hand, he gripped the back of your head, forcing you down on his cock until the head bumped against the back of your throat, going so deep it took your breath away.

He held you there, unable to breathe, while he wrapped something cold and hard against your throat. The belt, you recognized. So he hadn’t put it down?

With a rough movement, he bucked his hips, allowing you a moment to breathe before his belt was around your neck, constricting and guiding your movements. Your hands shot up instinctively to try and loosen it, but you lowered them again when you realized what he was up to and smirked at him instead.

“Na-ah,” he teased you, clearly enjoying the sight of you being choked by his belt and his hard cock. “You’re gonna suck Daddy’s cock and you’re gonna like it, sweetheart.”

And that was exactly what happened, as he gave you no other option but to move along his shaft. It only took a tug at the belt, gripped in his fists, to bring your lips closer to his hips. You felt his hot cock deep inside your mouth, the head bumping the back of your throat a few times before he pushed you back until the head nearly popped from between your lips. But then he tugged the belt again, forcing you closer and spearing you on his cock whilst the belt cut off your airflow.

The process was repeated a few times, with you struggling to take him in and to breathe. Low moans escaped the Grabber’s lips and you felt his hips bump against you while his cock hit the back of your throat, sliding in deep. His juices coated your tongue, pre-cum richly flowing from the tip as he made you hum and gurgle around his hard erection. And then he pressed in so deep that your nostrils were pressed against his pubic hairs, taking in his musky scent while he kept you there for a moment too long, enjoying the feel of your throat working around his cock.

“Hmm, lovely,” he murmured as he finally let go, his hands slipping over your head like a caress, allowing you to breathe again. You slipped from his grip, falling onto your ass, hands still bound, while you struggled to catch your breath. You glowered up at him, pussy all wet and excited, wishing he would just fuck you now.

He seemed to catch your silent wish, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue, pausing while he took himself in his own strong hand. You watched, enchanted, as he tugged at his own cock, hand running up and down his wet shaft a few times. It looked delicious, the way he was teasing his cockhead, pushing and pulling at the slit until new pre-cum bubbled out the top, streaming down the side of his shaft.

“Oh, is the poor pussy sore? Does it to milk my cock?” He teased, but you could tell his balls were heavy and loaded. You could see his cock twitch at the prospect of finally getting into your tight wet heat.

Your eyes turned wide at the suggestion. Apparently, he saw the internal struggle in your eyes, how you craved his cock, as he cooed you mockingly. “If you want me to fuck you, you must beg nicely.”

“Fuck,” you groaned, your bound hands in front of you, fingers digging into your own thighs to keep some form of control in this situation and stabilize yourself. “Fuck you. Stop stalling," you dared, your voice a husky whisper, throat deliciously sore after having deep-throated the Grabber to the full of your capabilities. "Show me what you've got."

"Brat," he spat, but there was a grudging respect in his grip, a recognition of equals in this twisted dance of dominance and desire.

His hands were rough as they seized the fabric of your shirt, ripping it away with a violence that sent shivers down your spine. Each tear echoed in the hollow basement, a symphony of destruction that sang to the darkest part of you.

“Eager, aren’t we?” you taunted, a smirk playing on your lips even as he stripped you bare.

"Shut up," he growled, but there was no malice in his voice – only hunger, raw and unbridled. He grabbed your pants next, yanking them down with an urgency that left you breathless, your heart pounding in your chest like a caged bird desperate for release.

"Can't wait any longer, huh?" you whispered, a challenge laced with desire. Your pulse raced, adrenaline and arousal mingling in a potent cocktail that made the world seem sharper, more vivid.

"Neither can you," he shot back, his eyes locked onto yours. You could feel him, hard and insistent, and you arched your back, inviting him closer.

"Then what are you waiting for old man?" you urged.

With a moan that sounded like it had been torn from the depths of his being, he complied. He sank into you, rough and unyielding, and you gasped at the intensity of it all—pain and pleasure intertwining in a dance as old as time.

Fuck, it felt good. The man’s cock was definitely one of the bigger ones you’d ever had. His thrusts were raw and powerful, the sound of your arousal slickening the way reached your ears while the scent of sex hung heavy in the air.

His hands, strong and large compared to your frame, captured your breasts, wasting no time as he started to fumble with them, roughly knead them, his thumbs ever so often flicking past your nipples until they started to feel sore.

His touch was just right, the balance of pleasure and pain exactly what you needed.

And then, his lips were capturing your nipple, sucking so hard it would surely bruise. You couldn’t withhold another moan as you arched your back, pressing your breasts closer to his face while he tugged with his teeth, biting your nipple before lapping at it with his long wet tongue.

If you had known the Grabber had been like this, you’d have crossed paths with him sooner. Because the man was amazing.

He moved his head to the other side, grey hairs tickling your skin, the cold material of the mask brushing past your naked chest as he repeated his motions with your other nipple, nibbling on it like he was hunger for more of you.

You felt his hips press against yours, felt his cock hit you deep and hard. Your whole body was filled with desire, like hot flames licking inside your core. Your walls pulsed around his cock, begging him to take you deeper, to be rougher.

He was.

His hips moved more brutal, the wet and slick sounds reaching your ears as the hot stench of sex filled your nostrils. He drew his head back, one of your nipples still caught between his teeth, and you watched as he let go. Your nipple deliciously sore and erect as he kept pumping.

You could tell he was gritting his teeth and you tried to move your head closer to his so you could nip at his lips, biting gently until he let out a raw moan.

Deep inside of you, his cock hit that magical spot that made you see stars and you felt your orgasm was near. Just a few more thrust and he would chase you over the peak.

And then he moved angles, hooking one of your legs over his arm so he could hit you deep and hard and you cried out as you reached your peak, walls fluttering around him, milking him for all you were worth.

He didn’t come yet, though.

His thrust were firm as he kept up the pace. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. Your pussy sensitive around him as you came down from your high.

“Thought you were done, love? Think again, doll. I am just getting started.”

You whimpered when he retreated without a warning, his cock slipping from your sopping wet core with shaming ease. You looked up at him, cheeks flushed, still in the afterglow of your orgasm. But then he flipped you over, pushing your chest down on the filthy mattress and forcing your cheek down.

Another cry of pleasure escaped your lips as his cock slid back inside with ease. You felt a hand on your back, gently tapping, as he positioned himself with shallow thrusts. And then there was a rough smack against your ass before he started pounding harshly again, taking no pity on your poor cunt.

You gasped and moaned, trying to support yourself while you felt his hands roam your body, gently brushing past the nape of your neck before roughly squeezing down again.

And when that familiar belt encircled your neck, tightening with each thrust, you did not resist. Instead, you let him maneuver you up to your knees and leaned into the constriction, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps that fueled the fire within you.

In this angle, he was so deep inside, you could feel all of him inside of you. The hardness of his pulsing cock, the veins and all the ridges.

The loss of oxygen made your body squeeze tight around his pulsing shaft, your pussy clamping down like a vice on his hard cock. You tried to move your hips back, riding him as he rode you.

"Fuck, you really do love this, don't you?" he panted, his grip firm yet calculated, knowing just how far to push before it became too much.

"More," you managed to gasp out, riding the razor's edge between suffocation and ecstasy. His pace quickened, desperation clawing at his movements as he neared the precipice of release.

He was battering you now, your insides hurt so much that it felt so good. You weren’t going to be able to walk straight for days. Just the right kind of rough fuck that you had needed.

The man above you grunted as he buried himself balls deep. You could feel his cock pulsing, his balls tightening as he was close to tipping over the edge, His thrusts became rougher, harder, stroking you even deeper inside while his hands squeezed your breasts hard.

"Going to pull out," he warned, voice ragged with the effort of control. But you wouldn't have it. It wasn’t as if coming inside would have any consequences and so, you gave the command.

"Inside," the word a siren call that shattered his last semblance of restraint. With a guttural groan, he spilled himself within you, the act marking you in ways that went beyond the physical. You felt hotness flood deep into your core, felt how his cock hit you deep inside, balls pressed against you tight. It tipped you over the edge and you came again, not noticing he was squeezing one of your breasts tightly in his hand until you started to slowly come down from your high for the second time.

Had you really just done that? Had you really had one of the best fucks in your life?

As you both fought to catch your breath, an absurd bubble of laughter escaped your lips, the sound seemingly out of place in the grimness of your surroundings. He joined in, the chuckle muffled against your skin as he rested his forehead—still masked—against your naked shoulder.

"Didn't know I could enjoy something like this," he murmured, almost reflective amid the panting aftermath. His fingers worked quickly, deftly twisting your bounds until they had loosened. You flexed your fingers before you started to rub your wrists to try and get the blood flowing again.

“So,” he started, his voice a low murmur. “Those men…”

“Exes, almost lovers, men who cheated on my friends or were complete assholes.”

Although he was silent, you saw the slight movement of the mask as his chin tilted. So he had to think about that, huh?

“Like a little angel of justice,” he finally said, but you couldn’t tell if it was meant as a compliment or if you had disappointed him with your explanation.

“More like an angel of terror,” you matter-of-factly replied, brushing your hands past your thighs. “Dang, that was a good fuck though. I could get used to that cock of yours.”

A low hum escaped from behind his mask and you saw his hips jerk slightly. He seemed to like the compliment.

"Could keep you," he mused, the words hanging heavy between you. “Would be nice to have someone to share this all with. Talk to. Work together. Blow some steam off once in a while.”

A hum vibrated in your throat, noncommittal yet laced with dark intrigue "Yes," you whispered, the word slicing through the tension. "I could grow to like this... arrangement."

"Then I’ll better keep you alive, won’t I?" His voice was rough with amusement, the complete opposite of the frowning emotion on the mask.

“If you want to do this again,” you said.

He leaned closer to you and for a moment you feared what he was going to do. But when you felt his chapped lips press against your forehead you had to suppress a chuckle, because you had not expected for him to show this much sentiment.

With a push, he slid himself off the mattress. His bare feet sounded on the dirt floor like dull thuds. He turned, reaching for his discarded clothes.

A mistake.

With a grin, you revealed his belt from behind your back where you had kept it hidden while you had talked in the afterglow, the leather cool and smooth in your grip.

Carefully, you slipped from the mattress, naked feet on the floor, trailing after him. He was kneeling to pick up his pants when you, as silent as a ghost, came to stand behind him. He didn’t notice your presence until the belt was looped around his neck, catching him by surprise.

"Well, I really enjoyed our night together,” you said airily, like you hadn’t been his prisoner until a moment ago. “But I really got to be going. There’s a man waiting for me. Can’t disappoint a friend.”

You tightened the belt, the knuckles of your fists turning white by the sheer force while you enjoyed the sounds of him gasping. His hands reached for the belt, fingers unable to wiggle their way in between and relieve the pressure. Too thick, you thought as you watched the man struggle in your grip from above. Nice fingers to feel scissoring your cunt. But nope, you had to store that thought away for another rainy day. Perhaps next time when you visit him, you could get him to do a little foreplay on you.

The fact you even considered returning to this criminal was perhaps telling enough.

“I’m sure you’re clever enough to understand that next time when I come around, we’re gonna be fucking on your bed… or your couch or your kitchen. Any place that is not your creepy little basement.”

Then, you smirked, allowing him a little more space to breathe again. Which reminded you…

“I’m sure you’ll think twice about upsetting me,” your grin grew as you leaned forward, the belt tightening around his throat again while you whispered near his ear.

“Don’t forget,” you breathed, voice a low murmur, “You're only breathing because I allow it."

A serpent's hiss escaped your lips as you rose to your knees. The belt slipped away from his throat, falling to the floor with a clatter. His choked laughter bubbled up, the sound echoing off the concrete walls as you wrenched his phone from his pocket.

"Go ahead, try me," you taunted, the thrill of control sending shivers down your spine.

With a swift push against his chest, you sent him stumbling back. Not waiting to see if he recovered, you picked up your coat so you’d at least have something to cover your nakedness, and ascended the stairs, his laughter chasing you, a mad symphony to accompany your escape.

You stepped out of the basement, coming eye to eye with a large dog. With a grin, you flung the Grabber’s phone aside and onto the kitchen table, the bars finally popping up onto the screen, a freshly sent message illuminating the screen.

“Sit,” you told the dog, ignoring his growling as your eyes caught sight of something much more important. You stepped over to the kitchen counter, globs of sperm dripping down the inside of your leg. The dog seemed to have noticed it and stopped growling, curiously coming closer with his snout to brush past the inside of your leg – probably smelling his own master and being confused by it - while you picked up your own phone from the kitchen counter.

The Grabber’s phone number flashed on your screen and you grinned. You added his number. It would forever be embedded in your list… another name among many.

The man’s laughter still rang in your ears when you left his house, pinning the location on your phone and saving it for later.

Oh, you’d be back. And he’d better not break your heart.

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fir3ylolol · 11 months

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we want you! pt. 4

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

tw: oral sex, public, almost caught, mostly fluffy tbh, gn pronouns

a/n: finally, a pt 4! i've been busy with school this week, so im glad i got this out lol. enjoy the fluffy old man hehe

word count: 1.74 k

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It’s been about 3 days since you last saw Johnny. You’ve got class, and he’s got work. That doesn’t stop him from texting you. Constantly. He’s sending you texts about what he ate, pictures of cute things he saw, and whining about not hanging out. It’s a lot of whining to be fair. But it’s cute. Especially when he sends selfies where he’s making big sad puppy dog eyes.

But finally, you reach another free day. He’s been counting down the days, complaining more that he can’t come over at 6 A.M. sharp. But you need more time than that, and he understands. That doesn’t mean he’s not constantly asking you if you’re ready. Like, every 5 minutes. How does he have this much energy? When you let him know you’re ready, you swear it’s only been a couple of minutes before the knock on your door comes. You open the door, but Johnny nearly bursts in, capturing you in a bear hug as he lifts you slightly. There you hang, as he squeezes you tight and lets out a deep breath. Face buried in your chest, you hear him mumble out, “Man, I missed you.” As he sets you down, you giggle slightly. “You know it’s only been a couple of days right?” He sighs and droops forward comedically. “I know, I know, but! You’re so much more fun than sitting around all day.”

You hold his hand and smile at him, which causes him to stand up straighter, as you speak quietly, “That’s very sweet of you.” He wraps his arms around your waist, gently touching his forehead to yours, smiling out, “Well, I am well known for how sweet I am.” You giggle at him, which makes him smile even more. “God, I don’t think I’ve ever been funnier than when I’m with you,” he laughs with you. You slip from his grasp and grab your bag, walking out the door. “Come on, I don’t have all day.” Johnny quickly walks out after you, watching as you lock the door. But the second you do, he grabs your hand and pulls you along. His steps are fast, and he’s half-dragging you along. As you practically get dragged along the sidewalk, you can’t help but admire his excitement. It’s quite sweet.

He screeches to a halt and you bump into his back. He turns around to grin at you wide, asking excitedly, “What do you think?” It’s a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, an old shader over the worn door. He walks in the door, still holding your hand tight. It’s quite cute inside, like a warm, comfortable library, with large sofas and thrifted coffee tables. He speaks to an employee as you look around before he gets your attention to follow him again. You start up a thin staircase, with creaky wooden floors under your feet. It suddenly opens up to a rooftop area, flowering plants pouring out over the trellis in the center, with comfortable-looking chairs underneath. You sit down, amazed at how picture-esque it is. Johnny whispers to the employee who brought you up, who nods as he leaves again. Johnny sits down with you, smiling at you, which you reciprocate. “What do you think? You like it?” He says softly as he traces shapes on your hand. “Do I like it? It’s gorgeous! How did you know about this place?” You express with adoration. He pretends to be flustered, “Oh you know, I’ve got connections. And I like seeing how happy you get when I take you somewhere nice.”

The employee returns, placing a tray with a coffee pot, 2 mugs, and 2 small cakes on the table before leaving again. Johnny grabs the pot, pouring cups for the two of you. “I’m not allowed to have caffeine so, does hot chocolate sound good?” You nod, before laughing, “Why can’t you have caffeine?” He falters slightly but continues pouring. He coughs before talking, “Well…my daughter worries about me, so she asked me to watch my intake.” Your eyes widen slightly, surprised that it took him this long to mention it. “You have a daughter? Wow…what does she do?” He looks in your eyes, happy that you’re not weirded out. “Well, she works with the Special Forces, she’s a commander. You would like her, she’s funny.” You take a sip from your mug, almost burning your tongue, but quickly end up giggling. “Funny like you, or actually funny?” He snorts, leaning back in his chair, “Those are the same thing, you know.”

You’re glad you’ve lightened the mood, but you worry a little. What if this relationship continues, and she thinks you’re weird? But you forget them the second Johnny meets your eyes again, warm and full of compassion. Everything is good right now. No need for stress. Johnny picks up a fork and grabs a piece of the cake in front of you. He leans closer to you and leads it to your mouth. You take the bite, melting at the taste. You mumble out around the food, “Holy shit. That’s so good.” He lights up even more, taking a bite for himself. He does the exact same, covering his mouth as he speaks through it, “That’s really fucking good.” You both laugh, happy just to be here and experiencing it. You both end up taking your time, enjoying the company, and eating more delicious cake. When you finally leave, walking out onto the sidewalk, you half-brace yourself for another dragging. But he walks slower this time, admiring the shops you pass and staring at you. Until he suddenly stops, leading you down a park path, large trees shading your path.

“It’s nice here,” he finally breaks the silence between you two. You pause for a deep breath before speaking, “Yeah, it is nice. I’m glad I’m here with you.” He squeezes your hand quickly, admiring you with genuine eyes. “You’re so nice, you know that? I’m always so happy with you. I like spending all this time with you.” You wrap your arm around him, leaning into him. He stops walking, looks at you, and gently kisses you. As the wind blows behind you, you lean into him, his warmth and stability and kindness draw you in further. He leans back, looking at you again as you speak, “You’ve been looking at me a lot today. Do I look especially good?” He leans back in, resting his head against yours, “You always look good.” Shivers travel up your spine as his fingers dance along your back. You feel him back up, steering you back along the pathway. “You wanna see a movie? I heard they were showing classics at the local theater.” You nod, walking along with him, trying to shake off how flustered he made you.

You reach the theater, which is across the street from the end of the park, and Johnny orders two tickets to a movie called “Ninja Mime” which sounds familiar. You walk inside and see the poster for it directly inside the door. You smack his arm lightly, whispering to him, “You bought us tickets to see your movie??” He grins, “I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to see a classic.” You both make your way into the screening room, completely empty as the final trailer rolls. You sit next to him, lifting the arm rest between you so you can get closer. He pulls you in close, whispering again, “You better behave. I don’t take kindly to talking during the movie.” You nod, but he’s put an idea in your head. The lights dim, and the movie starts, watching as a younger Johnny leaps around the screen silently in mime makeup. He’s fully invested in his own performance, serious face on display. You do a final check of the theater, fully empty besides you two.

You slide out of your chair slowly, avoiding his eyeline. You crawl slowly between his legs, finally getting his attention. He looks slightly confused like he really didn’t notice that you moved. Your hand gently rubs along his inner thigh, which causes him to jump slightly. He looks more eager now, no longer confused. He slightly shifts his hips so you have a better angle, and you unzip his pants slowly. He’s not quite hard yet, gently removing him and starting to stroke him slowly. He moves back and forth, already feeling the effect of your touch. Maybe since you were in public, but you’ve forgotten to care, leaning forward to slowly lick from base to tip, intense eye contact before sinking down. He jumps again, hand clutching the arm tight. You slowly bob your head, trying to keep eye contact and swirling your tongue against the sensitive underside. He bites his hand, a whine lightly slipping out. It only eggs you on more, speeding up slightly to watch him squirm more.

Suddenly, he grabbed your head and held you down against him. You hear a door creak and a few footsteps before they suddenly stop. You breathe through your nose as quietly as you can, looking up to see Johnny, face completely blank. It was impressive honestly. Suddenly, the steps return, getting quieter as you hear the door creak again. Johnny lets go, breathing out a sigh of relief. You sit up slightly, sputtering and coughing. He leans down, grabbing your chin lightly. “God, you’re so hot.” He sits back up, leading your head back down. You eagerly accept, going back down again, moving a lot faster than before. His whimpers could be heard lightly echoing throughout the theater as his grasp on you tightened. You can tell he’s close, the situation has made him more sensitive. You were right, as he holds you back down again, this time hunching over you with a heady moan as he cums right there. You swallow it down, continuing to move your tongue. He starts twitching, still too sensitive. You finally pull away, as he leans back with a tired look on his face. You sit back down next to him and lean into his side. After a few seconds, you whisper out, “So what did I miss?” He snort-laughs as he sits back up, looking at you, “All the best parts.” You kiss him lightly, which he gladly accepts. As you pull away, you whisper a final time. “So, are you gonna leave your dick out the whole movie, or?”

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multific · 2 years

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Meeting Him

Asa Emory x Reader

Warning: Mention of murder

Summary: You were only meant to feed the cat, you didn't expect a killer in the house, a killer who was rather interested in you. And you were interested in him.

Your parents were away for the weekend, so they asked you to visit and feed the cat while they were away.

On your way home from work, you decided to stop by to feed the cat.

You opened the door and walked into the house. You walked to the kitchen when you felt a shiver run down your spine.

A feeling of dread loomed over you as you felt you needed to run. Run away and never come back.

As you turned around, a man was standing behind you, he was so close you could feel his breath on your face.

"If you are here for money, I can give you the code for the safe." but he didn't reply, nor did he move and you could only stare at his chest and masked face.

Something about his eyes... it captured your attention.

He wasn't there for the safe?

But he didn't speak, the way he moved as if he was a predator and you, his prey. He trapped you between his arms with your back to the counter. He leaned down and took in a deep breath, smelling your hair as he slowly moved to your neck.

You found it incredibly disturbing how you didn't panic, what was worse is that you were convinced he wouldn't hurt you and you don't know why. This is when you noticed the bear traps in the dining room.

You realized this was a sick game for him.

Just as his lips met your neck, you locked eyes with another man in the house, you recognized him and judging by his slow movement he didn't know the man in front of you.

It didn't take long for you to realize what was going on. So, he was here for the money, while the man currently sucking a hickey into your neck was here to kill your family.

Fun.

Your mind was so foggy, you weren't sure why you didn't attempt to push the man away.

And why exactly did you want the other man out of your house but not the one currently running his hand down the back of your thighs?

You watched as the man grabbed a bat.

You didn't know why, but you moved your mouth to the part of the mask where his ears would be.

"He's behind you," you whispered immediately making him turn as he caught the bat. You watched as he grabbed a knife and stabbed the other man in the stomach. Making him double over as he looked at you as if he wanted to ask 'why' but you didn't have an answer.

When the man lay dead on the floor, he turned back to you.

"Did you kill my family?" but he didn't reply, only tilted his head. "I don't care if you did. They were always awful to me." he took another step, waiting for you to attack or to run, but it never happened, you just stood there, watching him. "You are tempting me. Making me question many things." you confessed.

He grabbed your jaw, not too forcefully, but enough for him to move your head around, he moved you, showing him your neck, mainly looking at the marks he left behind.

He walked out of the house, leaving you, but you followed him. He turned and looked at you.

He whistled and a german shepherd appeared next to him.

"You are mine. Come." you didn't expect to hear those exact same words out of his mouth, just with a lot more lustful tone.

You weren't sure what you got yourself into, but something inside you said he won't hurt you.

You have gone mad. But you followed much like an obedient puppy.

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madhatterbri · 1 year

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Theodore nott x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and soft smut she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty (maybe the actors spin-off book abt nesta and cassian-) and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-)

Light Reading | T.N.

Author's Note: Sappy me really quick. Thank you, thank you, thank you to this person for requesting. My husband is gone until Friday and I am a lost puppy. I hope I did this story justice. ❤️ Requests open.

Theo smirked while walking around your room. A fire burned brightly in the fireplace. A sharp contrast from the harsh cold outside. The glow from the fire illuminated the most precious things that mattered to you. Accomplishments throughout your whole life displayed for any visitor to see. Pictures of you with your family and friends placed around various parts of the room.

He walked to your bookcase. The very bookcase you bragged so much to him about. Books of new and old neatly stacked vertically next to each other. He was amazed at the amount of books that were in your possession.

"I'm back," you announced with a sing-song tone. Theo noticed the two mugs of hot chocolate in your hands. You placed them down on the nightstand next to your bed. You sat on the edge of your bed waiting for him.

"One second, my love. I am going to get more comfortable," he told her. The fire in the room made it a little hotter than he liked. He removed his green sweatshirt allowing your eyes to scan over him. You didn't bother hiding that you were checking him out.

You couldn't help it. He had repeatedly told you that he worked out over the summer to get ready for the new Quidditch season. You believed him but this was different. His tall frame was usually covered by the pesky Hogwarts uniform.

You continued to stare at him. It felt as if you were in a trance. You didn't notice he was coming towards you until his brown eyes stared into yours. An amused expression captured on his face.

"It seems like you are interested in a little more than reading, darling," he teased. He leaned in and kissed you softly.

"I... I was just wondering how long it was going to take you to get in bed is all," you stuttered and looked away. Bright red burned your cheeks. He smiled in response.

Theo sat on the bed. His back leaned against the bed post. He patted his lap. You happily obliged the invitation. You sat on his lap and laid against him. He fingers ran through your hair before placing a soft kiss on your temple.

"What book did you decide?" He asked while playing with her hair.

"It's a surprise," she answered playfully. "A type of book we never read before. I could pick something like Austen or Chaucer if you want,"

"It's fine. I trust you made a good pick," he assured her. He reached for the book and held it for them in front of her. His chin rested against her shoulder. "Ready when you are,"

Your voice sounded in the quiet room as you read page by page. Theo turned the page each time you were finished. This book was certainly something you never picked before. Austen, Woolf, and Tolstoy would blush hearing these words.

Your fingers mindlessly traced the veins on his arms. Your lips found their way to his biceps. Kisses mixed with soft bites covered his skin. He watched her worship his arm.

"You've been quite mischievous tonight, my little lion. The book choice, staring at me while I undeessed and biting me," he whispered in you ear. You shifted in his lap so you were facing each other.

Theo closed the the book and placed it on the night stand. Strong muscular arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. A trail of kisses left on your skin from your shoulder to you neck and ending at your lips.

His hands cupped your face. The once soft kisses was met with more passion. Hands slid from your cheeks and down your shirt. He stopped kissing momentarily to remove your shirt. The shirt thrown somewhere in the room. He wrapped your legs around his waist and assisted you to lay on your back.

Theo hovered over you. He kissed down your body painstakingly slow. A gasp slipped out of your lips when he arrived at his intended target. The smirk against your skin by him was not lost on you.

His hands slid up your waist. His thumb rubbed around your other nipple. You moved to close your legs but he remained in between them. His hips thrusting towards you. There was no denying you were the only one turned on. You couldn't believe the last time you two had sex was over summer break.

"Theo," you whined as he pulled away. His hands slid down your body once more. He hooked his fingers. As his hands slid down your body your shorts and underwear went with them. Soon, they were met with the same fate as your shirt.

"Oh!" You moaned. Your leg spread open by his hand. His thumb slowly rubbing circles on your clit. Theo's moves were calculated. As a Slytherin, he had ambition. He worked to make you a mess.

His middle finger slid inside of you. Your hips thrusted to match the pace of him. Each thrust met with a soft whine. His hands always knowing what you needed. Another finger joined followed by another. His long fingers curled where they needed to. As he wanted, you needed more.

"Theo, I need you," you confessed. "Please,"

Theo didn't know how much strength he had until he heard those words. Need. Hw gulped and licked his lips. If only you knew how much he needed you. He moved to his knees. You rubbed his abs down to his happy trail.

His wiggled his hips to allow his sweatpants to fall lower. Once he was fully free, he stared at you hungrily.

Theo leaned down to kiss your lips once more. Distracted by his kisses you didn't realize his hands moved yours to above your head. He used a hand to hold your wrists together.

Theo slid himself into you. Once he felt you adjust to him, he started to pick up his pace. You took each thrust in stride and milked his penis. He bit back a curse. A few more thrusts and the both of you became beautifully unraveled.

You two didn't say anything for a while trying to catch your breath. He moved his hand from your wrists and slid out of you. Your boyfriend assisted in helping you lay your head on the pillow. He slid in the bed next to you once you were comfortable.

The two of you turned to face each other. His arm grabbed your waist to move you closer. Your breaths tickling each other. His fingers played with your hair. You caressed his cheek slowly.

"Can't wait for another round of light reading," he joked with a smile.

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