#IF YOU GRAB HIS JAW AND MAKE HIM LOOK AT YOU HIS BREATH HITCHES

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7 minutes in heaven with jayce or viktor (whatever you feel like writing tbh) ×reader they've had a crush on for the longest time🙏🙏❤️ (whenever you find time tho, no hurry)

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𝟕 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 / 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐫��𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⇢𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/ 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐦/ 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤/ 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 (𝐦/𝐦/𝐟), 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 (𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲). 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐅 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 (´ ω `♡)

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞

@dreamyraincloud ╰(*´︶`*)╯

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬

Jayce Talis had been obsessed with you for years. It was pathetic, really—the way he watched you when he thought no one noticed, the way he’d get tongue-tied whenever you so much as leaned too close. He was a genius, a rising star of Piltover, but when it came to you? He was nothing but a desperate, needy mess.

And now, by some twisted stroke of luck, he was locked in a closet with you for seven whole minutes.

The air between you was thick, the only light coming from the thin crack beneath the door. You were so damn close—his broad frame nearly caging you against the wall, the scent of your perfume intoxicating him.

“You’re awfully quiet, Talis,” you teased, your voice dripping with amusement. “What, nervous?”

His jaw tensed. “No.” A bold-faced lie.

You smirked, stepping forward until your body barely brushed against his. “You sure?”

Jayce swallowed hard, his cock already throbbing against his pants. The way your voice dropped into something sultry, the way your fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt—it was fucking torture.

“You know,” you murmured, reaching up to trail your fingers along his jaw, “I always wondered when you’d finally snap.”

His breath hitched. “What?”

“Jayce.” Your nails scratched lightly against his skin, making him shudder. “I know.”

His heart stopped. You knew.

You knew how he watched you. How he fisted his cock late at night, imagining your perfect fucking lips wrapped around it. How he ached for you every time you teased him, every time you touched his arm or leaned in too close.

And now, you were looking at him like you wanted to ruin him.

“Fuck,” he rasped.

You laughed, low and sultry, before grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him down into a kiss.

Jayce lost it.

Years of restraint shattered as his hands grabbed your hips, fingers digging in hard as he pressed you against the wall, his tongue sliding against yours in a filthy, desperate kiss. He was already rock-hard, his thick cock straining against his pants as he rutted against your thigh, groaning at the friction.

You moaned into his mouth, nails raking down his back. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea,” he growled, grabbing your ass and grinding against you, letting you feel just how fucking hard he was.

Your breath hitched. “Fuck.”

Jayce wasted no time. His hands shoved up your skirt, rough fingers sliding over your soaked panties. “Goddamn, you’re dripping.” He groaned, pressing a thick finger against your clothed slit, feeling how warm and slippery you were. “All this for me?”

“Been wanting this for so long,” you admitted, gasping as he pushed your panties aside. “Jayce—”

“Yeah?” His voice was rough, fingers teasing your slick folds, brushing over your swollen clit. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your fingers.” Your voice was breathless. “Inside me. Now.”

“Fuck.” He shoved two thick fingers inside your tight little pussy without hesitation, groaning as you clenched around him. “Shit, baby—you’re so tight.”

You whimpered, gripping his shoulders as he pumped his fingers into you, slow and deep, stretching you open. His thumb found your clit, circling it in tight little motions that made your legs shake.

“Jayce—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“That’s it,” he rasped, curling his fingers just right. “Come for me.”

You gasped, legs trembling as pleasure crashed over you, your cunt tightening around his fingers as you came all over his hand. Jayce groaned, watching you fall apart, his cock twitching in his pants.

But he wasn’t done.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was yanking his belt open, shoving his pants and briefs down just enough to free his aching, heavy cock.

You stared.

He was big—thick, flushed, leaking precum from the tip. Your mouth practically watered.

“You gonna let me fuck you, sweetheart?” Jayce rasped, stroking himself as he lined up with your entrance. “Or do you wanna keep teasing me?”

“Fuck me, Jayce,” you begged, gripping his shirt. “Please.”

That was all it took.

Jayce sank into you in one deep, brutal thrust, punching a moan straight from your lungs. “Shit—” He gritted his teeth, barely holding on as your tight, wet pussy clenched around him. “So fucking tight, baby.”

“God—Jayce—” Your nails dug into his shoulders as he started pounding into you, hips snapping hard and fast, each thrust shoving you against the wall. The closet was small, the air hot and stifling, but all you could feel was him.

The thick drag of his cock, the way his fingers bruised your hips, the filthy wet sounds of him fucking you.

“Always wanted this,” Jayce groaned, pressing his forehead to yours. “Fuck—dreamed about this—dreamed about filling this pretty little pussy up, making you mine.”

“Yours—I’m yours—” You were delirious, drunk off his cock, every deep stroke hitting that perfect fucking spot inside you.

“Yeah?” His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. “Then come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you.”

You screamed, body locking up as pleasure tore through you, your pussy fluttering around his thick cock. Jayce snapped, groaning as he fucked you through it, his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate—

“Fuck—gonna come—”

“Inside, Jayce—inside me—”

“Shit—” His hips slammed against yours one last time before he groaned, cock twitching as he spilled deep inside you, filling you up with thick, hot ropes of cum.

The aftershocks left you trembling, your head resting against his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

Then— A loud knock on the door.

“Times up, lovebirds!”

Jayce froze. You laughed, breathless and utterly ruined. “Guess we lost track of time.”

Jayce groaned, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck before slowly pulling out, watching his cum drip down your thighs.

“Fuck.” His voice was rough, dark eyes locked onto the mess he’d made. “You look so fucking good like this.”

You smirked, fixing your skirt. “Your room. Twenty minutes.”

Jayce exhaled sharply. Oh, this was far from over.

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

Viktor had never been a good man. Not in the way Piltover defined it, at least. He was patient, calculating, and often selfish in his pursuits. But when it came to you? That patience was razor-thin.

You—his closest friend, his greatest distraction. You, who had tormented him for years with teasing touches, playful flirtation, and those damn lingering glances. He’d endured it, pushing down every filthy thought, every moment of weakness where he wanted to ruin you.

And now? Now, you were both locked in a closet for seven minutes.

The game had started as a joke—a ridiculous, childish thing played by scholars who had drunk too much. Viktor hadn’t planned on participating. But when your hand rested on his thigh under the table, fingers barely skimming over the fabric of his pants, he knew.

You wanted to play.

And fate, it seemed, was cruelly kind. The bottle had landed on him.

So here you were, crammed in a dark, narrow space, your body pressed against his.

Viktor exhaled slowly, his cane resting against the wall as he loomed over you, golden eyes gleaming in the dim light. “You planned this, didn’t you?” His voice was low, edged with something dangerous.

You smirked. “Maybe.”

His lips curled, something dark settling in his gaze. “Brat.”

You didn’t have time to retort before his hand wrapped around your throat, pinning you against the wall. Not tight—just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Viktor—”

“You have been playing a very dangerous game.” His accent thickened, voice dripping with amusement as his thumb pressed just under your jaw. “Did you think I would not notice?”

Your pulse raced. “And if I did?”

He chuckled, a dark, wicked sound. “Then you are a fool.”

And then he kissed you. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t careful. It was rough, claiming, his teeth nipping at your lips as his free hand tore at your skirt, pushing it up until your bare thighs were exposed to the cool air.

You moaned against his mouth, fingers twisting into his shirt. “Fuck—Viktor—”

“Shh, dear.” His fingers slid beneath the waistband of your panties, brushing over your already-soaked slit. He let out a sharp breath, amusement flickering in his eyes. “So wet already? How desperate you must be.”

You whined, hips bucking against his hand. “Don’t tease me.”

He smirked. “Ah, but teasing you is so fun.”

But despite his words, he slipped two fingers inside you with a slow, deliberate thrust.

Your head fell back against the wall as he filled you, his fingers long and dexterous, curling just right. “Viktor—fuck—”

He hummed, watching your face with fascination as he worked you open, thrusting deep, pressing his palm against your clit with every slow roll of his wrist. “Look at you, falling apart already.”

You bit your lip, grinding down against his hand. “Please—”

“Please, what?” His tone was mocking, his fingers stilling inside you. “Use your words”

You glared at him. “Fuck me.”

His smile was sharp. “Good girl.”

And then he pulled his fingers out, shoving them past your lips before you could protest. “Suck.”

You whimpered, your tongue swirling around the digits coated in your slick. Viktor’s eyes darkened, his breathing turning ragged as he watched you obey.

“So eager,” he murmured, his free hand working his belt open, the soft clink echoing in the small space. “Let us see if you can take me as well as you take my fingers.”

Your thighs trembled as he pulled himself free, his cock thick and flushed, the tip leaking with precum.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

You obeyed without hesitation, pressing your hands against the wall as he yanked your panties down to your knees.

“Good girl,” Viktor praised, his hand gliding down your spine before gripping your hip. “Now, stay still.”

And then he thrust into you, burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck—!” Your cry was muffled against your arm, your walls stretching around his cock. He was big—(not as thick as Jayce), but long, hitting spots so deep it made your legs shake.

“Shh, dear” His hand slid up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you up, forcing you to arch. “Do you want them to hear?”

You moaned as he rolled his hips, his pace slow, teasing. “Maybe I do.”

Viktor chuckled. “Of course you do, little slut.”

Then he snapped his hips forward, slamming into you so deep it punched the air from your lungs.

“Viktor—!”

“That is it,” he groaned, his grip on your hip bruising as he fucked into you, deep and sharp, every thrust sending you higher. “You feel so fucking good—so tight—”

Your nails scraped against the wall, your body rocking from the force of his thrusts. “Harder—fuck—please—”

He growled, yanking you back against him, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you in place as he pounded into you. “So greedy,” he muttered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Taking me so well—you want my cum, hm? Want me to fill this pretty little cunt?”

You shuddered. “Yes—fuck—inside—”

His pace stuttered. “Ah—fuck.” His hand slipped between your legs, fingers rubbing your clit in tight little circles. “Come for me—let me feel you.”

That was all it took.

You cried out, your walls clamping down around him as your orgasm ripped through you, white-hot and blinding. Viktor groaned, thrusting once, twice more before he spilled inside you, filling you with hot, thick ropes of cum.

Your body slumped against him, your breathing ragged, your mind foggy.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then— A loud knock.

“Time’s up, lovebirds!”

Viktor huffed a laugh, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder before slowly pulling out. He groaned as he watched his cum drip down your thighs, his thumb swiping through the mess before pushing it back inside you.

“Mm,” he hummed. “We must do this again sometime.”

You smirked over your shoulder. “Your room. Twenty minutes.”

Viktor exhaled sharply, a grin tugging at his lips.

“You read my mind.”

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

This game had been a bad idea.

It had started as nothing more than a joke—a childish game of Seven Minutes in Heaven among drunken scholars, fueled by too much wine and reckless decisions. Jayce had participated reluctantly, Viktor even more so, but you?

You had been waiting for this.

Because you knew.

You knew how Jayce watched you when he thought you weren’t looking, his hands twitching at his sides every time your skirts rode up just a little too high. You knew how Viktor’s golden eyes lingered when you spoke, how his voice would drop to something dangerous whenever you teased him.

You knew, and you wanted to break them.

And fate had given you exactly what you wanted.

Because when the bottle spun? It landed on both of them.

The room had erupted with laughter and teasing, but all you could focus on was the way both of them looked at you—Jayce’s mouth slightly open, his pupils blown wide, and Viktor’s smirk curling at the edges, like he already knew what you were thinking.

Now, in the cramped, dark closet, pressed between both of them, you could feel the tension.

“This is unfair,” Jayce muttered, his breath hot against your ear. “How the fuck are we supposed to do this?”

“Oh, I can think of a few ways,” Viktor mused, his voice thick with amusement as his fingers brushed along your hip. “Unless you are too afraid, Talis?”

Jayce huffed. “Fuck you.”

“Mm,” Viktor chuckled. “I think you will find she is the one getting fucked tonight.”

A shiver ran down your spine.

Then, as if some unspoken agreement had been made, they moved.

Jayce grabbed your chin, tilting your head up before crashing his lips against yours, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, claiming you. His hands were rough, gripping your waist, pulling you back against his broad chest.

You barely had time to moan into the kiss before Viktor’s hands were lifting your skirt, his fingers sliding between your thighs.

“Already wet,” Viktor murmured, his breath ghosting against your neck as he dragged a single finger over your soaked panties. “How needy you must be.”

Jayce groaned against your mouth, his grip tightening. “She fucking loves this,” he muttered, grinding his cock against your ass, already hard and aching. “Look at her—barely even touched and already dripping.”

You whimpered, your head falling back against Jayce’s chest as Viktor’s fingers pushed your panties aside, his touch featherlight, teasing.

“Don’t tease her,” Jayce growled. “Give her what she wants.”

Viktor laughed. “Impatient as always.”

And then he thrust two fingers inside you.

“Fuck—!” Your cry was muffled as Jayce swallowed your moan, his tongue sliding against yours in a desperate, messy kiss.

Viktor’s fingers worked you open, slow but relentless, curling just right, pressing against that perfect fucking spot that had your thighs trembling.

“She clenches around my fingers so nicely,” Viktor mused, his voice thick with amusement. “Imagine how she will feel around your cock, Talis.”

Jayce groaned, rutting against you like he was barely holding himself back. “Jesus, Viktor—”

“Shh, patience,” Viktor murmured, his free hand reaching for Jayce’s wrist, guiding it between your legs. “Touch her.”

Jayce’s breath hitched.

Then his fingers were there—thick and calloused, pressing against your swollen clit, rubbing slow, tight circles as Viktor continued to fuck you with his fingers.

You shattered.

Your legs shook, a broken moan slipping past your lips as your orgasm ripped through you, your walls fluttering around Viktor’s fingers.

But they weren’t done.

Jayce growled, grabbing you and spinning you around before pressing you up against the closet wall.

“I need to fuck you,” he rasped, his hands tearing at his belt. “Right fucking now.”

You barely had time to nod before he was lifting one of your legs around his waist, his thick, aching cock rubbing against your soaked entrance.

“Jayce—fuck—”

“I got you, baby,” he muttered before slamming into you.

“Fuck—!”

Jayce filled you, stretching you wide, every thick inch forcing a cry from your throat. He barely gave you time to adjust before he started moving, his pace rough and brutal.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips, slamming you down onto his cock with every thrust. “Been wanting this for so long—fuck—”

“You should see her, Viktor,” he rasped. “Look at her—taking my cock so fucking well.”

Viktor hummed, his golden eyes burning as he watched you come undone.

Then he reached out, gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Open your mouth.”

You obeyed.

Viktor smirked before spitting onto your tongue.

You moaned, your cunt clenching around Jayce’s cock as you swallowed.

“Good girl,” Viktor murmured, his fingers stroking your cheek. “Perhaps next time, you will be stuffed from both ends.”

Jayce groaned, his hips snapping faster. “Fuck—gonna come—”

“Inside,” Viktor ordered. “Fill her up, Talis.”

Jayce snapped, thrusting deep before spilling inside you, thick ropes of cum filling your already-soaked cunt.

But Viktor wasn’t done.

“Bend her over,” Viktor ordered. “It is my turn.”

Jayce grinned, pulling out before flipping you around, pressing your cheek against the wall. “You can take it don’t worry”

Viktor was ruthless.

Where Jayce had been all heat and desperation, fucking you like he’d been starving for you, Viktor was calculated. Precise. He took his time, making sure you felt every inch of him as he pushed deep inside your already-fucked, cum-filled cunt.

“Look at you,” Viktor murmured, his fingers digging into your hips as he bottomed out. “So full of Talis’ cum, and still begging for more.”

You whimpered, your cheek pressed against the wall, nails scraping at the wooden surface as he rolled his hips, dragging his cock almost completely out before slamming back in.

“Fuck—!”

Behind you, Viktor chuckled darkly. “Such pretty sounds.” His grip on your hips tightened. “Let us see what other noises you can make.”

And then he fucked you.

Deep, slow thrusts that made your legs shake, your overstimulated walls fluttering around his cock. Each stroke was precise, his length hitting that perfect fucking spot inside you, over and over.

“Shit—she’s squeezing you so tight,” Jayce muttered, his breath hot against your cheek. “Bet she’s still dripping from my cum, huh?”

Viktor groaned, his hands sliding up your back, pressing between your shoulder blades to arch you deeper. “She is greedy,” he mused, his pace never faltering. “So eager to be filled.”

Jayce hummed, his hands sliding down to spread your ass, watching as Viktor’s cock disappeared into your soaked, messy cunt. “Goddamn, look at her,” he rasped. “Taking it so well.”

You whimpered, your entire body burning, overstimulated and desperate for more. “Please—”

Jayce smirked. “Please what, baby?”

“More—fuck—please—”

Viktor chuckled, his fingers tangling in your hair before yanking your head back. “More? Are you sure?”

“Yes—fuck—yes—”

“Talis,” Viktor said, his golden eyes dark with something wicked. “Give her something for her mouth.”

Jayce’s grin widened. “Oh, I love that idea.”

Before you could process it, Jayce was tilting your chin up, his cock already hard again, leaking precum from the tip.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he murmured, rubbing himself against your swollen lips. “Be a good girl and suck.”

Your cunt clenched around Viktor’s cock as you obeyed, parting your lips and letting Jayce slide inside.

“Fuck—just like that—” Jayce groaned as he pushed deeper, his fingers tangling in your hair.

Viktor grinned. “She takes you well, does she not?”

“Too well,” Jayce rasped, watching as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him down to the base. “Shit—”

Viktor’s pace picked up, his thrusts turning harder, rougher, the wet, filthy sounds of your cunt getting fucked and your mouth being used filling the small closet.

“You were made for this,” Viktor groaned, his fingers digging bruises into your hips as he slammed into you, his cock coated in Jayce’s cum. “A perfect little toy for us to ruin.”

You whimpered around Jayce’s cock, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you took it.

“That’s it, baby,” Jayce groaned, his grip on your hair tightening. “Fuck—feels so good—”

Viktor wasn’t far behind. His thrusts were turning sloppy, his breath ragged as your walls clenched around him, milking him. “You want it agai?” he rasped. “Want me to fill you up like Talis did?”

You moaned around Jayce, your entire body trembling as another orgasm built inside you.

“Fuck, I think she does,” Jayce laughed, feeling the way your throat vibrated around him. “Go on, Viktor—fill her up. Let’s see how much she can take.”

Viktor snapped, his hips slamming against yours one last time before he groaned, spilling deep inside you, adding to the filthy mess already dripping down your thighs.

The feeling of it—the warmth, the fullness—sent you over the edge.

Your entire body tensed as your orgasm ripped through you, your cunt fluttering, squeezing every last drop from Viktor as you whined around Jayce’s cock.

“Fuck—fuck—” Jayce groaned, his hips jerking as he spilled down your throat. “Take it all, sweetheart—fuck—”

You swallowed every drop, your body still shaking as the aftershocks wrecked you.

For a moment, the three of you just breathed, the only sounds in the closet heavy gasps and the filthy wet noises of your bodies still pressed together.

Then—A loud knock on the door.

“Times up, lovebirds!”

Jayce snorted, still breathless. “Yeah, no shit.”

Viktor hummed, pressing a lazy kiss to your spine before slowly pulling out, watching his cum drip from your thoroughly-fucked pussy. “What a mess,” he murmured. “I do hope you plan on cleaning her up, Talis.”

Jayce grinned, sliding a finger between your legs, collecting some of the mess before pressing it against your lips. “You gonna be good and lick it up, sweetheart?”

You whimpered, already opening your mouth to obey.

Viktor chuckled. “I think we shall need more than seven minutes next time.”

Jayce smirked. “Oh, I guarantee it.”

[ginxyy]

“Mine”

The music still thrummed through the walls, a muffled echo of the energy still crackling in the air. The event had been a whirlwind—bright lights, loud cheers, and a sea of people. Now, backstage, things were quieter, but not by much. Conversations hummed, laughter spilled from corners, and you found yourself caught in one—your attention focused on a man whose name you barely remembered.

He was charming, sure. Smiling too much, leaning a little too close. But he was harmless. Just talking.

Seungcheol, however, saw something else.

He had been watching you the entire time, jaw clenched so tight it ached. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, a storm brewing behind his dark eyes. He saw the way the man looked at you, how he leaned in when he spoke. And worst of all, he saw you let him.

The moment the guy reached for your wrist, even if only for a second, Seungcheol moved.

His grip was iron when he grabbed your arm, pulling you away with a force that left no room for argument. The air around him was thick with something dangerous—possessive, raw, unyielding. You barely had time to react before he dragged you down the hallway, away from the crowd, from prying eyes.

He shoved open a door—a dressing room, dimly lit—and pulled you inside. The door slammed shut behind you.

“Seungcheol—”

“You think I’m fucking blind?” His voice was low, dark, vibrating with something you couldn’t quite name.

Your breath caught. “What are you talking about?”

He laughed, but there was no humor in it. He stepped closer, forcing you back until you hit the wall. His hands slammed against it, caging you in. “Don’t play dumb,” he murmured, voice dripping with something dangerous. “I saw you. Letting him touch you. Laughing like he fucking deserved it.”

Your heart pounded. “It was just a conversation.”

His head tilted, and his tongue swiped over his lower lip, like he was trying to keep himself in check. “Is that all it was?” His hand found your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you aware of his strength. “Because from where I was standing, it looked like he was trying to take what’s mine.”

Heat rushed through you, a sharp mix of frustration and something else—something that made your knees weak.

“You don’t own me,” you whispered.

Something dark flashed in his eyes. He leaned in, breath ghosting over your lips. “The hell I don’t.”

His grip tightened, pulling you against him. You felt the way his body burned, how hard his chest rose and fell. His control was hanging by a thread, and God, he was so beautiful like this—jealous, possessive, desperate.

“You think I’m gonna just stand there and watch you let someone else touch you?” His voice was rough, thick with something that made your skin prickle. His fingers traced up your arm, slow, deliberate, until they curled around your jaw, tilting your face up to his.

“You belong to me,” he whispered, voice dark and honeyed, sending a shiver down your spine. “Say it.”

Your breath hitched. “Seungcheol—”

“Say it.”

The tension crackled between you, electric, suffocating. His lips hovered over yours, close enough to taste, but not touching. He wanted you to give in first. He needed it.

And maybe you did too.

“Yours,” you finally whispered, barely audible—but it was enough.

His lips crashed into yours, and everything snapped.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim.

His hands roamed, gripping, pulling, owning. He kissed you like he wanted to burn his name into your skin, to make sure you’d never forget who you belonged to. There was nothing soft about it. It was raw, all teeth and heat and need.

When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathless. His forehead pressed against yours, and his hands stayed firm on your hips, holding you there like he’d never let go.

“Next time you wanna make me jealous,” he murmured, lips brushing against your cheek, “be ready to deal with the consequences.”

His words sent a sharp thrill down your spine.

And God, you wanted to test him again.

[wchswift]

─── wearing a skirt | d.w

pairing: dean winchester x reader

summary: the first time dean sees you in a mini skirt.

warnings! suggestive, slightly smutty 𖤐 mdni 18+

notes: I wore a miniskirt yesterday and I thought about how I wanted dean to see me in it 😔

── english isn't my first language :)

You were a hunter. Your life basically revolved around that, and that also included your style. Something you always tried to maintain even with the clothing limitations that came with the job.

You rarely managed to dress in something bolder, different, or not so practical. That was why, when you had the chance, you took it—and god, it had been a while since you wore a mini skirt.

You had recently bought one at a street thrift store near one of the motels where you and the boys stayed on a hunt. And tonight, for the first time in ages, you were finally going to wear it. The three of you had planned to go out, blow off some steam, and celebrate a win against the never-ending sea of crap that was your lives. A few drinks, some good music, and a night where you didn’t have to worry about angels showing up and telling that you had to save the world, again.

But patience had never been your strong suit. The second you were dressed, long before it was time to leave, you were already walking around the bunker in your outfit—mini skirt, fitted top, the whole deal.

You weren’t expecting an audience. Not really. But the moment Dean walked into the kitchen, his usual confident stride faltered, and his mouth opened just slightly before he caught himself.

"Damn, sweetheart, is there a dress code change in the bunker I didn’t hear about?" His voice was teasing, casual. But his eyes? His eyes were hungry.

You smirked, turning just slightly to grab something from the table, knowing full well his gaze would follow the movement. "What? A girl can’t dress up every now and then?"

Dean scoffed, stepping closer, his fingers brushing along the hem of your skirt. "Yeah, but usually, dressing up doesn’t involve testing my damn self-control."

You bit your lip, enjoying the way his voice had dipped lower, the way his hands twitched like he wanted to touch more—do more—but was still holding himself back.

"You like it," you teased, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

Dean let out a breath that sounded suspiciously close to a groan. "Oh, sweetheart, liking ain’t the problem. The problem is getting through tonight without punching some poor bastard for looking at you the way I do."

That was all the warning you got before his hands finally landed on your hips, gripping you tight as he pulled you against him. Your breath hitched, heart racing when you felt just how affected he really was.

"We should go," you murmured, though the words held no conviction.

Dean exhaled a slow, measured breath before dragging his lips along your jaw, stopping just at your ear. "Yeah. We should."

Neither of you moved.

His fingers curled against the bare skin of your thighs, his lips grazing just beneath your ear, and just like that, the last bit of restraint snapped. You barely had time to register the way he hoisted you onto the nearest surface before his mouth was on yours, all heat and urgency.

Dean's hands roamed, fingers digging into your thighs, pushing up the hem of your skirt as he pressed you further into the hard surface beneath you. His lips left a trail of heat down your neck, teeth grazing, teasing, before he crashed back into your mouth, kissing you like he had all the time in the world.

Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging just enough to draw a low, needy growl from deep in his chest. He responded by gripping your tights and pushing them apart, rolling your hips against his, making you gasp into his mouth.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured against your lips, though the way he was devouring you made it clear he was hoping you wouldn't.

"Not a chance," you whispered, breathless.

Dean let out a deep chuckle, hands slipping beneath your top, thumbs tracing slow circles against your bare skin. "Yeah, babydoll. That's what I thought."

At that moment, a distant voice echoed through the bunker. "Are you two coming or what?"

Neither of you moved.

You gasped for air, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you clutched at his clothes. "Dean… We should go now." you breathed out.

Dean grinned against your mouth. "Told you we weren’t making it out that door."

Sam was going to be waiting a long, long time.

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Endless Battle Of Love - Modern!Jacaerys Velaryon x Female.

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5.

Word Count : 6.3k

Jacaerys Velaryon Masterlist.

House Of The Dragon Masterlist.

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Rhaenyra’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the phone as she absorbed her son’s words. Jace stood before her, shoulders squared, jaw set with determination. His gaze, once full of warmth and idealism, was now cold, hardened by what had happened to you.

"Jace," she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don’t mean that."

But he didn’t hesitate. "I do." His voice was steady, unshakable. "I’ve spent my whole life trying to do things the right way, trying to be the better man. But look where that got us." He gestured toward the hallway, toward the room where you lay resting after the worst night of your life. "It wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough."

Rhaenyra, who had been silent until now, furrowed her brows. "Jace—"

"No," he cut her off, his voice growing firmer. "I’ve already made up my mind. You both know what needs to be done. Cregan and whoever helped him—they won’t stop. And I won’t sit back and watch it happen again."

Alicent shook her head, disbelief written across her face. "You are not that kind of man, Jace."

"Maybe I wasn’t before." His gaze darkened, hands curling into fists at his sides. "But I am now."

A tense silence filled the room.

"And what about the company?" Alicent challenged. "Your father’s legacy? Are you really going to abandon all of it?"

Jace exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. "Luke can handle it. He was never built for this life, but the company? He was born for it."

Alicent scoffed. "And what, you’ll run off to join Daemon, Aegon, and Aemond? You think that’s the answer?"

"It’s the only way to protect her."

That silenced them both.

Jace’s voice softened slightly, but his conviction never wavered. "If I had been more like them from the beginning, if I had their resources, their power—Cregan never would’ve gotten near her." He shook his head, disgusted with himself. "I won’t make that mistake again."

Rhaenyra turned to Alicent , searching her face for any sign of disagreement, but Alicent was staring at Jace with an unreadable expression.

"You approve of this?" Rhaenyra asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

Alicent took a deep breath. "I don’t approve, but I understand."

Jace met her gaze, and for the first time, he saw not just his other mother, but a woman who had once had to make the same choice.

"You can still walk away from this," Rhaenyra tried one last time, her voice laced with desperation. "You don’t have to become like them."

Jace shook his head. "I already am."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Rhaenyra called after him.

He didn’t look back. "To make sure Cregan takes his last breath."

The moment Jace’s fist connected with Cregan’s already bruised face, a sickening crack echoed through the warehouse. The force of the punch sent Cregan’s head snapping to the side, blood spattering onto the cold concrete floor. The men in the room, including Aemond and Aegon, stilled for a brief moment—none of them had seen Jace enter, and none of them expected him to act so brutally right away.

Aegon, still chuckling under his breath, took a swig from his flask and raised an eyebrow. "Well, well, look who's finally embracing the dark side."

Jace ignored him, breathing heavily as he towered over Cregan, who groaned and tried to lift his head. Jace grabbed him by the collar of his torn shirt and yanked him forward, his voice a low, deadly growl. "Did you think I wouldn’t find her?"

Cregan, despite his battered state, let out a weak chuckle, spitting blood onto the floor. "You were too late." His swollen lips twisted into a smirk. "You’ll always be too late."

Jace saw red. He pulled back his fist and landed another brutal punch, this time directly to Cregan’s ribs. The crack that followed told him he had done some serious damage. Cregan coughed, blood trickling down his chin, but that damned smirk never left his face.

Aemond leaned against the wall, watching with an amused expression. "You sure you want to handle this, nephew? You’re getting emotional."

Jace ignored him, seething as he crouched down to meet Cregan’s bloodshot eyes. "You touched her," he whispered, voice trembling with rage. "You made her relive it. You made her beg."

Cregan’s breath hitched slightly, but he quickly masked it with another smirk. "She always begs, doesn’t she?"

Jace didn’t even hesitate. He grabbed the nearest metal pipe and swung it into Cregan’s ribs with full force. The sound of breaking bone filled the warehouse as Cregan screamed, his entire body convulsing from the pain.

"Seven Hells," Aegon muttered, watching with wide eyes.

Jace wasn’t done. He grabbed Cregan’s hair, forcing him to look up. "Where did you get those videos?" His voice was ice. "Who helped you?"

Cregan let out a choked laugh, blood dripping from his lips. "Go to hell."

Jace’s patience snapped. He turned to Aemond, voice deadly calm. "Give me your knife."

Aemond smirked but didn’t hesitate to pull a sleek dagger from his belt and toss it to Jace. Jace caught it effortlessly, twirling it in his fingers before pressing the tip against Cregan’s throat.

"Talk."

Cregan's smirk faltered for the first time. He could see it now—Jace wasn’t just some businessman playing gangster. He wasn’t bluffing.

Aegon clapped his hands, clearly entertained. "Damn, nephew. Maybe I should’ve invited you into the family business sooner."

Jace tightened his grip on the knife, pressing the cold steel against Cregan’s throat.

"Talk."

The word was sharp, cutting through the tense silence of the warehouse. The only sounds were Cregan’s ragged breathing and the faint dripping of blood onto the concrete floor. Jace’s hands were steady, his anger controlled, but barely.

Cregan coughed, a weak chuckle escaping his split lips. "You think this changes anything?" he rasped, his voice hoarse from the beating. "You can break every bone in my body, but it won’t change what happened to her."

Jace saw red.

He slammed the knife into Cregan’s shoulder, burying it deep. Cregan let out a strangled scream, his body jerking against the ropes that held him in place. Blood seeped through his torn shirt, staining the metal chair beneath him.

Aegon whistled lowly. "Damn, Jace. Didn’t think you had it in you."

Aemond, standing in the shadows, smirked but said nothing. His good eye gleamed with interest, watching how Jace handled himself.

Jace leaned in, his voice cold and unforgiving. "You’re going to tell me everything, or I swear to the god, you’ll leave this warehouse in pieces."

Cregan was panting now, sweat mixing with the blood on his face. He swallowed hard, his arrogance faltering for the first time.

"The videos," Jace pressed, twisting the knife slightly, making Cregan groan in pain. "Who helped you get them?"

Cregan let out another broken chuckle. "Does it matter?" His voice was weak, but his smirk returned, even through the pain. "You think she’ll ever be the same after this? You think she won’t flinch every time you touch her?"

Jace’s hand trembled.

Cregan grinned through the pain, his teeth red with blood. "You weren’t there, Jace. You didn’t hear her beg. I did."

The words made something inside Jace snap.

His fist connected with Cregan’s face, then again, and again. Blood splattered onto his knuckles, onto his clothes, onto the floor. Cregan was barely conscious now, his head lolling to the side, but Jace didn’t stop.

"Enough." The voice was calm, but firm.

Aemond.

Jace panted, his chest rising and falling heavily, his bloodied hands still clenched into fists. He turned, glaring at Aemond.

"He hasn’t told us everything," Jace seethed.

Aemond tilted his head, his smirk never fading. "He will. But not if you kill him first."

Jace looked down at Cregan, barely hanging onto consciousness. His body was broken, but he was still breathing.

Aegon sighed, rubbing his temple. "I hate to say it, but Aemond’s right. We need him alive. For now."

Jace clenched his jaw, his breathing still uneven. His entire body was vibrating with rage, but deep down, he knew they were right.

Jace stepped closer, his bloodied hands gripping the arms of Cregan’s chair, his face only inches away.

"You think you broke her?" His voice was steady, low, but laced with quiet fury. "You think you destroyed her just because you put your filthy hands on her?"

Cregan let out a weak chuckle, his swollen lips curling into a smirk. Blood dripped from his nose, but his dark eyes still held amusement. "Oh, Jacaerys," he murmured, voice hoarse. "You still don’t understand, do you?"

Jace’s jaw clenched.

"No matter how many times you beat me, no matter how many threats you make, the damage is done." Cregan's voice was almost gentle, mocking. "She’ll never forget what happened in that jet. She’ll never stop hearing my voice in her ear. And you?" He tilted his head, smirking. "You’ll never stop wondering… wondering if she’ll ever truly be yours again."

Jace’s breathing turned heavy.

Cregan leaned in as much as his restraints allowed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And if my seed takes root…?" He let the words linger in the air, poison dripping from every syllable.

The world tilted.

Jace’s vision blurred with rage. The ground beneath him felt unsteady, his heart hammering violently against his ribs. The blood in his veins turned to ice.

"What did you just say?" His voice was barely audible, but it was filled with something terrifying, something dark.

Cregan only grinned wider. "You heard me."

For a moment, no one moved. The entire room held its breath.

Then—

Jace lunged.

His fist connected with Cregan’s jaw, a sickening crack echoing through the warehouse. He didn’t stop. He didn’t even hesitate. He struck him again. And again. And again.

"You don't get to say that!" Jace roared, his voice raw with fury. His knuckles were split open, but he didn’t care. He wanted to break every bone in Cregan’s body, make him feel even a fraction of the pain he had caused you.

"Jace—" Aemond stepped forward, but Aegon held up a hand, stopping him.

"Let him have this." Aegon’s voice was calm, detached, but there was an understanding in his eyes.

Jace grabbed Cregan by the collar, lifting his barely conscious face. Blood streamed down from his nose, his cheekbone swollen beyond recognition.

"No matter what you did," Jace hissed, "she is not yours. You didn’t break her. You didn’t win."

Cregan laughed, choked and weak, but it was a laugh nonetheless. "We’ll see, Jacaerys," he whispered. "We’ll see."

Jace pulled back his fist, ready to end it—

"Jace!"

A voice.

Not Aegon. Not Aemond.

You.

Jace froze. His entire body locked up, his blood ran cold. Slowly, he turned and there you were.

Standing at the entrance of the warehouse, still wrapped in the oversized hoodie he had given you, your arms trembling at your sides. Your eyes, wide and glassy, flickered between Jace and the broken, bloodied man tied to the chair.

Jace’s chest ached.

You weren’t supposed to see this.

You weren’t supposed to be here.

"Jace… stop." Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it shattered through him like a blade to the gut.

His fingers twitched. His knuckles throbbed.

His rage had consumed him, swallowed him whole.

But at the sound of your voice—

At the look in your eyes—

It all came crashing down.

You hesitated at the entrance, gripping the sleeves of Jace’s hoodie tightly as if the fabric alone could shield you from the weight of the scene before you.

Jace stood like a statue, his shoulders rising and falling with every deep, unsteady breath. Blood dripped from his knuckles, pooling onto the cold concrete floor. Cregan sat before him, a grotesque smirk painted across his bruised and bloodied face.

And then—

"Little dove."

The words slithered into the air, reaching you like a whisper from your worst nightmare.

Your breath hitched.

That name.

That cursed name.

Your stomach twisted violently, and your legs nearly buckled. You felt your nails dig into your palms, but you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

Cregan’s swollen lips curled into something sickly, something taunting. Even bound, even beaten, he still had the audacity to look at you like that.

"Why so shy?" His voice was hoarse but laced with amusement. "You weren’t so quiet when you were beneath me, crying my name, were you?"

Jace moved before he could think.

The sharp crack of his fist against Cregan’s jaw echoed through the warehouse. The force of it sent the chair tipping backward, crashing onto the cold floor.

"Shut your fucking mouth!" Jace roared, chest heaving, voice raw. His body trembled with rage, his entire existence consumed by the need to rip Cregan apart, piece by piece.

Aegon and Aemond moved in tandem, each grabbing Jace by the arms, holding him back before he could lunge again.

"Enough!" Aemond snapped, forcing Jace away. "Not here. Not like this., not while she's here"

But Jace barely heard him. His eyes were wild, burning with something untamed, something dangerous.

And then—

"Jace."

Your voice.

Soft. Shaky. But there.

He turned, and his heart clenched. You were still frozen in place, your arms wrapped around yourself as if trying to hold yourself together. Your lips trembled, your eyes glossy with unshed tears.

But you were looking at him. Not Cregan.

Him.

"Come here." Your voice wavered, barely a whisper. "Please."

Jace exhaled shakily, his fists still clenched, his body still taut with barely restrained fury. But at your words, he took a step. Then another.

And then you met him halfway.

The moment his arms wrapped around you, you felt the tension in his body, the unrelenting tremor of his rage. You pressed yourself against him, your fingers gripping the fabric of his bloodstained shirt.

"It’s over," you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.

But Jace’s grip on you only tightened. His breathing was still erratic, his body still coiled like a predator ready to strike.

"It’s not over," he muttered darkly, his chin resting against your head. "Not until he’s dead."

You flinched.

Jace felt it.

And it broke him.

With a heavy exhale, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands gently cupping your face. His thumbs brushed against your cheekbones, his touch softer than you had expected.

"You’re safe now," he murmured, almost like he was trying to convince himself. "I swear to you, he will never touch you again."

You swallowed hard, nodding.

"But you have to let this go," you whispered back. "Please, Jace. If you do this… if you kill him with your own hands… you’ll never be the same."

Jace’s jaw tightened.

"And I don’t want to lose you too."

His breath hitched.

For a long moment, he just stared at you, as if trying to find the right answer in your eyes. As if trying to pull himself back from the edge of the abyss.

Your fingers trembled as they clutched the front of Jace’s shirt, your knuckles turning white. His hands cupped your face gently, his thumbs brushing away the tears that spilled freely down your cheeks.

"Jace…" Your voice cracked, barely a whisper. "You don’t have to do this."

His jaw tightened. His dark eyes, once so warm, were now hardened with an unshakable resolve.

"This is the only way." His voice was low, steady. "The only way to keep you safe."

You shook your head, gripping him tighter as if holding on to the last bit of sanity in this nightmare.

"No. We can run. We can hide—"

"And what then?" he cut you off, his grip on your face tightening just slightly, grounding you. "How long do you think we can run before someone else comes after you? Before another bastard like Cregan thinks he can lay a fucking hand on you?"

You flinched at the name, your breath hitching. Jace cursed under his breath, his forehead pressing against yours.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, his tone softening. "I know this is a lot. But I won’t lose you again. I can’t."

Your chest ached at his words. You had seen many sides of Jace before—the calm, the intense, the possessive—but never like this. Never this raw, this desperate.

"I don’t want to lose you either," you whispered, your voice shaking. "But this world—their world—it’s not you, Jace."

His lips twitched, almost a bitter smile.

"Maybe it wasn’t before," he admitted. "But for you, I’ll make it mine."

You let out a shaky breath, tears slipping from your lashes. Jace caught them with his thumb, his touch unbearably gentle compared to the storm raging behind his eyes.

"You’re my world." His voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried more weight than anything else in the room. "And I’ll burn everything down before I let anyone take you from me again."

You swallowed hard, searching his face for something—anything—that would tell you he was bluffing. That this was a heat-of-the-moment decision, one he would change his mind about once the adrenaline wore off.

But there was nothing.

Only certainty.

"Jace…" Your voice broke.

He kissed you.

Not rough. Not demanding. Just… there. A slow press of lips, grounding you both in the middle of the chaos. A promise. A devotion.

When he pulled back, his hands still framing your face, he exhaled slowly.

"You don’t have to do anything," he murmured. "You don’t have to change. You don’t have to fight. You don’t even have to accept it. But I will do whatever it takes to make sure no one ever touches you again."

More tears fell, but this time, you didn’t fight them. You simply nodded, because deep down, you knew there was nothing you could say to change his mind.

Jacaerys Velaryon had already made his choice.

And you were at the center of it.

Cregan’s laughter echoed through the dimly lit warehouse, sharp and mocking despite the blood dripping from his split lip. He tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.

"That was touching," he mused, his voice laced with cruelty. "Truly. I almost felt something."

Before he could say another word, Aegon scoffed and drove his boot into Cregan’s side. The crack of impact echoed in the silence, and a pained grunt escaped Cregan’s lips, but the bastard still had the audacity to smirk.

"Oh, come on, Aegon," he rasped, spitting blood onto the floor. "Is that the best you can do?"

Aemond’s patience snapped. With a swift movement, he delivered a brutal kick to Cregan’s ribs, sending him crashing against the chair he was tied to.

"Shut the fuck up," Aemond hissed, his voice cold as ice. "You don’t get to speak."

You stood frozen, watching the scene unfold. Your heart pounded against your ribs, your fingers twitching at your sides. You weren’t sure what drew you forward, but your feet moved on their own.

Jace was beside you instantly, his presence steady, unwavering. His fingers brushed against yours in silent reassurance, grounding you. He didn’t stop you, but he was ready—ready to pull you back, ready to shield you, ready for anything.

You took another step closer.

Cregan’s eyes flickered to you, and his smirk widened. "There she is," he murmured, his voice almost affectionate. "My sweet girl."

Your breath hitched. Your body tensed.

Jace moved before you could, his fist colliding with Cregan’s face so hard that his head snapped to the side. Blood dripped from his nose now, but still—still—Cregan laughed.

"What’s wrong, Jace?" he taunted, rolling his shoulders as much as his bindings allowed. "Scared I’ll remind her of what we shared?"

Jace lunged for him, but Aegon and Aemond were quicker, holding him back.

"Don’t give him what he wants," Aemond muttered under his breath, his grip ironclad around Jace’s arm.

Jace was seething, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, his jaw clenched so tight you swore his teeth might crack. But he didn’t take his eyes off Cregan—not for a second.

You swallowed, forcing your legs to stop trembling. You weren’t weak. You wouldn’t be weak. Not anymore.

You stepped forward again, closer this time, until you stood right in front of the man who had once made you feel powerless.

"We didn’t share anything," you said, your voice quiet but steady.

Cregan’s smirk faltered for the briefest moment.

"You took," you continued, voice growing stronger. "You forced. You stole. But you never had me."

His lips parted slightly, as if about to say something, but for the first time since this nightmare began, he said nothing.

You inhaled deeply, your eyes burning but your resolve unshaken.

"And you never will."

Cregan chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement as he tilted his bruised face up to look at you. Blood was smeared across his jaw, his lip split open from the relentless beatings he had endured, but his arrogance remained intact.

"Come on, sweetheart," he drawled, eyes dark and challenging. "You liked it."

Your stomach twisted, but you refused to flinch.

"I remember how you held onto me, how you begged," he continued, voice low and taunting. "You didn’t push me away then. You clung to me like you wanted it."

You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms, but you wouldn’t give him the reaction he wanted.

"You’re a liar," you said evenly, voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

Cregan’s grin widened. "Am I?"

You didn’t break eye contact, even as he leaned forward as much as his restraints would allow.

"Admit it," he murmured. "You wanted me, and now you’re too ashamed to face it. That’s why you’re here, why you’re pretending that this was something forced. But you and I both know the truth, don’t we, darling?"

Your stomach churned, but you swallowed back the bile rising in your throat.

Jace stood beside you, completely still. Too still. His body was vibrating with tension, every muscle coiled so tightly it seemed like he might explode. You could feel the rage radiating off him, the way his breathing had deepened, the way his grip on your hand had become crushing.

His knuckles were white.

"Jace—" Aegon started, stepping forward slightly, but Jace didn’t move.

"Say it," Cregan pressed, eyes flickering between you and Jace, clearly enjoying the reaction he was provoking. "Tell him how you moaned for me, how you whispered my name. How you begged me to touch you."

You didn’t blink.

"No."

Cregan’s smirk faltered just slightly.

"No?"

"No," you repeated, your voice unwavering. "I didn’t beg. I didn’t want it. And you didn’t win."

His jaw twitched, his eyes darkening with something deeper, something desperate. You knew what he was trying to do—trying to make you feel small, trying to make you doubt yourself, trying to plant a seed of uncertainty in your mind so he could still hold power over you.

But he didn’t.

And he never would again.

Cregan exhaled sharply, his gaze locked onto you like he was trying to read your mind, trying to find something to latch onto—but there was nothing left for him.

"You can say whatever you want," you added, voice softer now, but no less firm. "It won’t change what happened. It won’t change what you did."

Jace took a slow step forward, his breath brushing against your shoulder.

"And it won’t change what I’m going to do to you," Jace murmured, his voice deathly calm.

Cregan’s grin returned, but this time, it was smaller, weaker.

"I already took everything from you," he sneered.

Jace’s lips twitched. Not into a smile, but into something darker.

"No, you didn’t."

And then, in one swift motion, Jace punched him.

It was brutal. Cregan’s head snapped back, blood splattering from his already broken nose. The sound of bone meeting bone echoed through the warehouse, sharp and unforgiving.

But Jace didn’t stop.

Blow after blow, his fists connected with Cregan’s face, his body, his ribs. It wasn’t wild—it was controlled. Precise. Calculated. Every hit landed exactly where it would hurt the most.

Aegon and Aemond didn’t stop him.

They let him.

And you—

You just watched.

You watched as Cregan’s smirk disappeared, as the confidence drained from his face, as the realization set in that this time, he wasn’t winning.

This time, he was powerless.

Daemon stood in the doorway of the warehouse, his presence commanding as always, yet entirely too casual for the scene in front of him. He twirled a small flash drive between his fingers, the dim light catching on the metal surface. His expression was unreadable, but his tone was laced with amusement.

"Well, well," he drawled, taking a slow step forward. "It seems our dear Cregan wasn’t as untouchable as he thought."

Jace’s knuckles were still bleeding, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stood over Cregan’s barely conscious body. At the sound of Daemon’s voice, he turned his head slightly, but his fists remained clenched.

You, however, were frozen. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched Daemon lazily wave the flash drive in the air.

"This," Daemon continued, smirking, "is what started all of this, isn't it?"

Cregan let out a low, painful chuckle from the floor, spitting out blood before tilting his head up to look at Daemon.

"Bastard," he rasped.

Daemon arched a brow. "Pot, meet kettle."

Your breath felt thin, like you couldn’t get enough air. You knew what was on that flash drive. You knew what Daemon was about to say, but you weren’t ready to hear it.

"Your ex," Daemon said, his gaze flicking toward you now. "He owed Cregan quite a bit of money. And when the time came to pay up, well... he didn’t have much to offer."

Silence.

Aegon shifted uncomfortably, his amusement from earlier fading. Aemond crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. Jace?

Jace was staring at Daemon like he already knew what he was about to say, but he was begging him not to say it.

Daemon tilted his head. "So, he gave Cregan the only thing he had of value." He tossed the flash drive onto the table beside him, watching it clatter against the surface before spinning to a stop. His eyes found yours again.

"He gave him, you."

The words echoed in your mind.

He gave him .you.

Your stomach twisted violently. You felt sick. You wanted to scream, to break something, to run.

But you didn’t.

You couldn’t.

Cregan coughed, his laughter weak but taunting. "I suppose you should be thanking him, sweetheart. If it weren’t for that little deal, we never would’ve had our time together."

Jace moved.

It happened so fast that you barely had time to process it. One second, he was standing beside you, the next, he had grabbed Cregan by the collar and slammed him back against the floor.

"Shut your fucking mouth," Jace growled, his voice shaking with fury.

Cregan only smiled through bloodied teeth.

Daemon sighed dramatically. "As much as I’d love to watch you beat him into the ground again, nephew, I do have other business to attend to."

Jace didn’t let go.

Daemon rolled his eyes. "Jacaerys."

The use of his full name made Jace freeze. Slowly, he loosened his grip before shoving Cregan back down with disgust.

You still hadn’t moved.

Daemon looked at you again, his smirk softening just a fraction. "Don’t worry, darling. He won’t be able to use it against you anymore." He tapped the flash drive. "This is the only copy."

You exhaled shakily, your hands trembling at your sides.

Jace reached for you, hesitating for only a moment before his fingers brushed against yours. You flinched at first, but then you let him take your hand, gripping it like a lifeline.

Daemon sighed, stretching. "Well, now that this little mess is cleaned up, what do you want to do with him?" He nudged Cregan’s leg with his boot.

Everyone looked at Jace.

Jace was still staring at you.

"You decide," Daemon added, his voice almost teasing. "After all, this is your revenge story now."

The warehouse felt suffocating, the dim light casting long shadows over the blood-stained floor. The only sound was your own unsteady breathing, the weight of the pistol in your trembling hands making your arms feel heavier than they should.

Cregan knelt before you, barely able to hold his head up after the beating Jace and the others had given him. His face was swollen, blood trickling from his split lip, but despite the state he was in, he still managed to laugh.

"Go on, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice hoarse but laced with amusement. "Do it."

Your grip on the gun tightened.

"You won’t," he continued, tilting his head just enough to meet your eyes. "You’re weak. Just like you were when you begged me to stop."

Jace took a step forward, but Aegon held him back, shaking his head. This was your moment.

Cregan smirked, his swollen eyes filled with condescension. "You couldn’t stop me then, and you can’t stop me now. You don’t have the fucking guts."

Your breathing hitched.

Jace’s voice was low, almost desperate. "You don’t have to do this—"

"Yes, she does," Daemon interrupted smoothly, watching you with keen interest.

Aemond was silent, his expression unreadable, but his fingers twitched at his side, ready to step in if needed.

Cregan chuckled again, shaking his head. "Pathetic."

And then, as if he wanted to die, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the barrel of the gun.

"Go on, princess. Show me you’re not as weak as I know you are."

The room felt impossibly small. Your pulse roared in your ears.

Your fingers curled around the trigger.

You thought of the way he touched you, how he whispered filth into your ear while you cried. How he made you feel small.

How he took from you.

Your vision blurred with tears.

"You’ll never be free of me," Cregan murmured. "I live inside that pretty little head of yours, don’t I? Go ahead. Pull the trigger. But you’ll never forget me."

The safety was already off.

All it took was one movement. One pull. Your hand was shaking, but your heart was screaming.

And then—

You lowered the gun.

The room was dead silent.

Jace exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. Daemon’s smirk widened, almost proud. Cregan scoffed, laughing. "I fucking knew it. You’ll always be—"

You cut him off by raising the gun again— and pulling the trigger. A gunshot rang out, deafening in the enclosed space.

Not at his head.

At his knee.

Cregan screamed, his body jerking as the bullet tore through him, blood pooling beneath his leg. His laughter turned to a choked sob as he doubled over, his hands trembling as he clutched at his ruined knee.

You stepped closer, your voice steady despite the way your body trembled.

"You don’t deserve to die."

Cregan gritted his teeth, groaning in agony.

"That would be too easy."

Jace stared at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Daemon let out a low whistle. "Well, well. Looks like our girl isn’t as fragile as we thought."

Aegon snorted. "That was kind of hot."

Aemond just smirked.

You let the gun slip from your fingers, the weight of it gone but the gravity of your actions settling deep in your bones.

Jace reached for you instantly, his hands finding your arms, grounding you.

Cregan gasped for breath, his body shaking from the pain. He looked up at you through bleary eyes, his lips curled into a grimace.

"This isn’t over," he rasped.

You tilted your head, eyes void of the fear you once held. "Oh, it is."

Daemon rolled his shoulders. "Guess it’s time to clean up this mess."

Jace pulled you into his arms, whispering against your hair. "It’s over." and this time, you actually believed him.

The warehouse reeked of blood and sweat, the air thick with the sounds of Cregan’s tortured groans. You stood still, watching as Aemond wiped his bloody knuckles on a cloth, his face expressionless. Aegon, on the other hand, was grinning, enjoying the spectacle far too much. Daemon was the only one who seemed utterly unaffected, giving quiet orders to his men as if this were just another day.

But Jace—

Jace stood beside you, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack. His hand hovered near yours, hesitant to touch you, unsure if you wanted to be held after everything.

"Come home with me," he said quietly, his voice thick with exhaustion.

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you turned your gaze back to Cregan, who was barely conscious now, his body slumped forward. His once-arrogant smirk was gone, replaced by a grimace of pain.

You should have felt something. Satisfaction. Relief. Maybe even pity.

But all you felt was… empty.

"I’m not leaving," you finally whispered.

Jace tensed beside you. "You don’t need to see this."

You let out a humorless laugh. "I’ve already seen too much, Jace."

He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His white shirt was stained with blood—not his, but Cregan’s.

"This isn’t you," he murmured, searching your face for something, anything, that resembled the woman he fell for.

You turned to him then, meeting his worried gaze with unwavering certainty. "If you have to walk into the dark for me, then I will follow you."

Jace’s breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I never wanted that for you."

"But it’s too late, isn’t it?" you whispered. "This world… it’s already swallowed me whole."

Jace reached for you then, his hands cradling your face gently, like you were something fragile—something that could still break.

"I wanted to keep you safe." His voice cracked.

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment.

"Then don’t push me away."

Aegon whistled from across the room. "This is touching and all, but are we keeping him alive or not?"

Jace ignored him, his eyes never leaving yours.

"If you go down this road with me, there’s no turning back," he warned.

You exhaled slowly, reaching up to cover his hands with yours.

"I know." His lips parted, his expression torn between fear and something deeper—something darker.

And then, finally, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he could shield you from the world. But you both knew there was no escaping it now. You had already stepped into the darkness and there was no going back.

The cold metal of the pistol felt heavy in your grip, the weight of it pressing against your palm as you slowly stepped forward. The dim lighting of the warehouse cast long shadows, flickering across the blood-streaked floor where Cregan lay slumped against the chair. His face was barely recognizable—swollen, bruised, blood trickling from his split lip.

Aegon whistled lowly, leaning against a crate with a smirk. "Damn, you’re sexy like this—"

Jace’s fist collided with Aegon’s arm before he could finish, making him curse under his breath.

"Shut the fuck up, Aegon," Jace growled, his tone sharp.

But you barely heard them.

Your focus was on Cregan.

The man who had torn you apart, piece by piece.

His half-lidded eyes lifted to yours, and even through the pain, he smirked. "You’re really going to do this, sweetheart?" he rasped, his voice thick with blood. "I remember when you used to beg me... What was it you said? ‘Please, Cregan, stop—’"

The pistol in your hand swung before you even realized what you were doing. It slammed against his cheekbone with a sickening thud, snapping his head to the side. A splatter of blood hit the floor.

The warehouse fell into stunned silence.

You stood there, chest heaving, your fingers tightening around the gun. You expected someone—Daemon, Aemond, even Jace—to pull you back, to tell you that this wasn’t you, that you weren’t a killer.

But no one moved.

They were waiting.

Cregan’s laugh was weak, but it was there. He coughed, spitting blood onto the floor before turning back to you. "That’s cute," he muttered, his eyes dark with amusement. "But we both know you don’t have it in you."

Your grip tightened.

"Do I?" you whispered.

He smiled, slow and taunting. "You tell me."

Your finger hovered over the trigger. You could end this. Right now.

"You don’t have to do this."

Jace’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper. When you turned slightly, you found him watching you—not with fear, not with anger, but with something worse.

Desperation.

"If you pull that trigger, you’ll never be the same."

Your breath hitched.

You weren’t the same anymore.

You hadn’t been since the moment Cregan stole your control, since he dragged you into his nightmare.

You weren’t afraid anymore.

And that was the scariest part.

Cregan tilted his head. "Come on, princess. Do it. Show me what kind of monster you really are."

Your finger pressed against the trigger—

And again— You lowered the gun.

Cregan blinked. Jace exhaled sharply, his hands trembling.

You took a slow step forward until you were just inches from Cregan. His breath was ragged, his face still twisted with amusement.

"You're right," you murmured.

His smirk widened. "Of course I am—"

"I don’t have to kill you."

And then, without warning, you lifted the pistol again—

You struck him across the face a second time, harder than before. His head snapped to the side, his body slumping forward, completely unconscious.

Silence.

You let the gun fall from your grasp, your breath shuddering as you stepped back.

Aegon let out a low whistle. "Well, shit."

Daemon smirked. "She’s got more balls than you, Jace."

Jace ignored them.

He only had eyes for you.

You turned to face him, searching his gaze, unsure of what you’d find. But there was no fear in his expression.

Only pride.

And something deeper.

Something darker.

Jace stepped forward, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheekbones. "Come home with me," he murmured.

You hesitated, glancing down at Cregan’s unconscious form one last time. Then, you nodded.

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[teslasucks37]

hi tess!! i cant stop thinking about bratty charlie so i’m gonna put my thoughts in ur inbox bc i dont feel like making an entire post :(

★ he gets so whiny when he wants attention but doesn’t want to outright ask for it. like he’ll drape himself over you, sigh dramatically, nuzzle into your neck, but if you ask what’s wrong, he’s like, “nothing.” (liar.)

★ if you ignore him for too long, he starts getting bratty—little huffs, rolling his eyes, maybe even teasing you just to get a reaction. “oh, so you do care about me? that’s crazy, ‘cause for a second there, i thought i was just some guy sitting next to you, suffering.”

★ the worst (best) part? he loves being put in his place, even if he acts like he doesn’t. if you grab his jaw, make him look at you, maybe even give him a warning? his breath hitches. suddenly, he’s not running his mouth anymore.

★ “you like acting up, hm?” and he whimpers the second you pull his hair, gripping your wrist like he can’t help himself.

★ he’s still bratty, though. even when he’s desperate, he tries to push his luck. “didn’t know you liked me like this,” he teases, even though his hands are gripping at your waist like he needs to keep you close or he’ll fall apart.

★ “was just messing with you, angel, you don’t gotta—” and then he’s gasping, tilting his head back because he wants you to keep going, he needs you to.

★ you know he’s gone when his words start getting all slurred and soft, voice going breathy every time he whimpers your name. his hands tremble when they grab at your hips, his body practically melting against yours.

★ “please—just—fuck, just a little more, please, baby, i’ll be good, promise—” he’s begging at this point, barely able to finish his sentences.

★ you can tell when he’s really, truly gone because he just starts babbling. “you're so good to me, feel so fuckin’ good, please—” and his head is spinning because he was just being a brat, but now? he’d do anything for you.

okay so basically this is an entire post but I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO BE THIS LONG?? i’m sorry tess, love you though <3

Dw I’ll post and boost it for u bbg cause GOD DAMN I love ur writing so much!!!

The dramatic sighing is so real he would so do that!!!

AND THE BABBLING GOD he’s just a baby I love him 😔

[rumeras]

cw: hickey prank ٭(•﹏•)٭ | suggestive

You’d been trying your hand at makeup recently, mostly different effects you could make mixing certain colors in your skin. Somewhere along the line, you decided maybe it would be fun to prank your boyfriend. You mix the purples, the blues, and a bit of black and make the perfect looking hickey just under the left side of your jaw.

You’re giddy, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work. A little jitter in your tummy that has you giggling as the door opens and you put on your game face.

Xavier greets you as he walks in, slipping his shoes off and making his way towards you. His arms open for a hug, he envelopes you and moves to nuzzle your neck. But then he sees it. The hickey. He pulls back a bit, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. A soft pout jutting out his bottom lip.

He grabs your chin tilting your head away from him. “Where’d you get this?” He asks, voice drier than normal.

God, it takes everything in you not to crack right there. A soft, “Huh? Get what?” leaves your lips.

His fingers dance across the fake bruise, pushing your hair away to get a better look at the mark on your skin. You watch out of the corner of your eye as his lips purse into a thin line. “This,” he pushes into your skin.

You hiss, as though it was real. He clicks his tongue softly at that, eyes flickering to yours for a moment. You can see the gears turning in his head, but he says nothing.

He tilts your head the other way, exposing the blank canvass of skin on your right side. Your breath hitches as he leans forward, latches onto the skin over your pulse point and bites deep. Your eyes shoot wide as you grab onto the front of his shirt, you’ve got no other option but to let him do as he pleases. Especially as he begins to walk you backwards towards the couch.

“Xav—”

You’re cut off when he sucks harshly on your skin, a gasp leaves your mouth as your knees hit the couch and you fall back into the cushions. He follows, one hand cupping the back of your neck so you can’t run; and the other hold himself up. He slots a knee between your open legs and pushes his thigh against you.

A delicate whimper leaves your mouth, and suddenly he’s gone. Your eyes flicker open, watching as he stands above you. He reaches forward, fingers dancing from the side of your jaw down to the fake hickey.

“Tell your secret lover to do better next time.” He pulls away, but not before swiping his thumb across your skin, smearing the makeup. “Or I’ll show him just how many I can leave behind.”

He walks off, leaving you breathless and a little more than bothered on the couch.

[writeriguess]

COULD YOU WRITE KATSUKI BAKUGO X FEM READER

SHE TELLS HIM SHES PREGNANT

A BIT OF SMUT TOO

One Time Won't Lead to Anything… Right?

It started with little things.

At first, you thought nothing of it. The nausea was easy enough to blame on stress, maybe a stomach bug, or something you ate. You’d been pushing yourself harder than usual, staying up late, skipping meals—maybe your body was just reacting to that.

But then, there were the cravings.

You had never particularly cared for pickles, yet you found yourself eating an entire jar in one sitting, only to immediately want something sweet afterward. The idea of eggs, which you usually had no problem with, made your stomach churn. And coffee—the drink you relied on to get through the day—suddenly smelled unbearable.

Then came the exhaustion.

It was different from the usual tiredness that came after a long day. This was bone-deep fatigue, the kind that made you want to crawl back into bed the moment you woke up. You had brushed it off, blaming the colder weather, the changing season, or just plain overwork.

But when your period didn’t come—when the days stretched into weeks—you felt the first prickling of worry settle in your chest.

Lying in bed one night, staring at the ceiling, the realization crept up your spine, cold and unrelenting.

Your fingers trembled as you grabbed your phone, opening your period-tracking app. Your cycle had always been regular, like clockwork, but now—

Three weeks. You were three weeks late.

Your heart pounded so loudly you swore you could hear it in your ears.

No. No, it couldn’t be that. Maybe your body was just out of sync, maybe it was stress—maybe—

And then, like a dam breaking, a memory surfaced.

You hadn’t always been careful.

Your face burned with the thought, breath catching as your mind wandered back to a night not so long ago—a night filled with heat, sweat, and reckless abandon.

That night had started with teasing.

Katsuki had come home late from patrol, his hero suit slightly scuffed, his body radiating heat as he threw himself onto the couch with an exhausted grunt.

You had been waiting for him, sprawled across the couch in one of his hoodies, the fabric swallowing you up. He had barely looked at you at first, rubbing at the sore muscles in his neck.

“Tough night?” you had asked, voice laced with amusement.

“Tch. You have no idea,” he muttered. “Dumbass villain wasted my goddamn time. Coulda been home two hours ago.”

You had pushed yourself up, crawling onto his lap, straddling him. His hands automatically found your hips, warm and familiar, but his eyes flickered up to yours with a questioning look.

“What are you doin’?”

You had grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to his jaw. “Making you feel better.”

That was all it took.

Katsuki had growled, gripping your hips tightly before flipping you onto the couch, his weight pressing down against you. His mouth had been hot and insistent, trailing from your lips to your neck, his hands slipping beneath your hoodie, rough fingers tracing the curve of your waist.

“You gonna be good for me, huh?” he had murmured, his voice deep and laced with hunger.

You had barely been able to form words, nodding breathlessly as he stripped you down, his mouth mapping every inch of exposed skin. His hands had held you in place as he worked you open, the stretch of his fingers sending sparks up your spine.

And when he finally slid inside, the fullness of him knocked the breath from your lungs.

You had clung to him, nails dragging across his back, legs wrapping around his waist as he set a punishing pace. The sounds of your moans and the slap of skin against skin had filled the room, drowning out everything else.

Katsuki had been relentless, hips snapping into you with a force that left you gasping, his grip bruising as he held you still beneath him.

But then—

“Shit—”

His movements had faltered, his breath hitching. He had slammed in deep, hips flush against yours, his entire body tensing as he came hard inside of you, his warmth spilling deep.

It wasn’t until after, when the haze of pleasure had started to fade, that his eyes snapped open in realization.

His hands had immediately gripped your waist, his body going rigid above you.

“…Wait. Fuck.”

You had blinked up at him, still dazed, your fingers threading through his damp hair.

“What?”

His gaze had flickered down between your bodies, and when he pulled back, you saw the way his expression darkened, his jaw clenching.

“We—” He had swallowed hard, looking at his cock still glistening with his release. “Fuck. I thought—I swear I put on a—”

Oh.

Oh.

Realization had settled over you, but instead of panicking, you had merely exhaled a small laugh, pulling him back down against you.

“Relax,” you had murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. “One time unprotected won’t lead to anything.”

Katsuki had still looked uncertain, his brows furrowing as he stared at you.

“You better be fuckin’ right,” he had muttered.

Sitting in the dim glow of your bedroom, your hands shaking as they held the plastic stick, you knew—

You had been wrong.

The little plus sign on the test was as clear as day.

You were pregnant.

A strangled noise escaped your throat, and you pressed a trembling hand to your stomach. The weight of reality hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you breathless.

Your mind raced—how were you supposed to tell him? Would he be angry? Would he panic? You had reassured him that nothing would happen, and now—

No.

No, you needed to calm down.

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

You had to tell him.

Katsuki had just gotten home when you finally found the courage to speak.

He was rolling his shoulders, kicking off his boots, his red eyes flickering up to meet yours. His expression softened slightly when he saw you.

“The fuck you lookin’ at me like that for?” he muttered, raising an eyebrow.

You hadn’t even realized you were staring.

Your fingers curled into the hem of your hoodie, gripping it tightly.

“Katsuki.”

Something in your tone made him pause. His gaze sharpened. “What?”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to breathe.

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

His entire body went still, his red eyes locked onto yours, unreadable.

“…What?”

His voice was quiet. Disbelieving.

You exhaled shakily, nodding. “I took a test. A few, actually. They were all positive.”

For a long moment, he just stared at you. His jaw clenched, his hands flexing at his sides. You could see the way his breathing had slowed, the way his mind was racing.

And then—he moved.

Before you could react, his arms were around you, pulling you into his chest. His grip was tight, almost crushing, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

“…Fuck,” he muttered, his voice thick.

You hesitated. “Are you—?”

His grip only tightened.

“I’m happy, dumbass.”

The breath you had been holding escaped in a shaky laugh, your arms wrapping around him just as tightly.

And in that moment, you knew—you weren’t alone in this.

Not now. Not ever.

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mdni under the cut •

best friend! sukuna who sneaks into your room through your window uninvited as you’re watching some random comedy show in the middle of the night to “hang out”.

(well.. actually, he isn’t your best friend. he’s really your boyfriend, but your parents don’t approve of your relationship with him, so you have to keep things secret.)

best friend! sukuna who scares you by slamming your window open and jumping in with a “what’s up idiot” as you jolted in your bed and gave him a piercing glare.

“sukuna! what on earth are you doing!!” exasperating and clutching your chest as if you were about to have a heart attack. “if my parents hear or see you here, its game over for the both of us.”

best friend! sukuna who honestly does not care because you’re his girlfriend so he will simply come see you whenever he pleases. and in this time of the night, he needs you right now. “oh nothing too crazy” he looks at his nails with a teasing smirk, “just wanted to see how my little brat is doing that’s all.” as he walks over to your plushie filled, silk, comfy bed and takes a seat.

best friend! sukuna who pretends to be interested in whatever show you’re currently watching as he slides his huge and veiny hands up your thighs and into your pajama shorts.

you began protesting, “kuna, we could be caught this isn’t a good i-“ your breath hitched as he starts rubbing circles with his thumb over your clit.

“lock the door then girl.” rolling his eyes.

best friend! sukuna who pushes your shorts to the side, revealing your pretty puffy folds to his enamored eyes and licks a long stripe down your slit, making you slightly whimper— teasing you with his tongue and middle finger until he softly grabs you by the ankles and tells you to get face down ass up for him.

best friend! sukuna who pumps his thick cock a few times before slowly pushing himself into your sopping wet cunt and letting out a low groan. he’s thrusting in and out of you being careful at first, so that your parents don’t suspect anything, but the way you were gripping around his monstrous dick had him going insane and began fucking into you deeper, teasing your g-spot.

“su- mmph fuck!” becoming cock drunk off of him, tongue lolling out, eyes rolling into the back of your head. and your sly little boyfriend — best friend knowing what exactly you like and how to make you feel good, kept thrusting all the way into you to make you moan as loud as you can on purpose then taunting you, “shhh, you wouldn’t your father to know his sweet little girl is getting her guts rearranged by the boy she’s not supposed to be messing around with, now would you?” devilish grin creeping onto his lips.

best friend! sukuna who’s favorite thing is fucking you dumb on his cock to the point you’re seeing white and can’t conjecture a single thought, but still littering sweet praises in your ear such as, “you’re such a good girl, taking this dick mhm”, “fuck! you’re so tight for me.” “you feel so good gripping around me like that.”

best friend! sukuna who shoots ropes of hot cum into you just as you come undone on him still inside of you, legs beginning to shake. “oh hoho, silly girl… i’m not done with you just yet.” laying you down on your back to stuff his mess back into you with his still hardened length.

best friend! sukuna who loves fucking you full of his seed as he looks into your eyes while he’s on top and cupping your cheeks as lewd noises come from beneath you both.

best friend! sukuna who milks you of everything you got, on the brink of crying from overstimulation and how hard you were about to orgasm. “c- i’m gonna cummmm ‘kuna!”

best friend! sukuna who licks the shell of your ear and leave open mouthed kisses on your jaw as he tells you to let go and cum all over his cock like the filthy slut good girl that you are.

best friend! sukuna who cleans you up with a towel he got from your closet and leaves sweet, loving kisses on your temples as you two cuddle and fall asleep together in each other’s arms in your bed.

best friend! sukuna who wakes up at 6am to leave before your parents wake up and gives you a goodbye/good morning kiss before he exits through your window.

best friend! sukuna and you who thought you two were slick and pretty sure that your parents wouldn’t suspect anything ever happened the previous night.

until you walk into the kitchen for breakfast to your parents asking what all the noise was coming from your room last night and asking where the marks on your neck came from.

oops…

likes + reblogs appreciated <3 please don't steal/copy/modify my works!

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 SYNOPSIS. sukuna is shameless—not caring if anyone were to ever catch him righteously claiming ownership over his favorite concubine in the garden.

wc. 1.5k-ish

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, pwp. exhibitionism. size difference. dumbification \\ objectification. has two c.ocks. hair pulling. use of spit (yeah ik i wouldnt write for it but its sukuna). breeding themes. overstimulation. reader gets called ‘little girl, slut’. sukuna’s a menace and loves to create drama between his concubines

“shut up. i don’t care if they’re here or not,” sukuna grunts, tightening his grip on your fleshy thighs as his lower cock slams in and out your sloppy cunt without much thought. the sound of pruning shears cutting off branches is easily overwhelmed by the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.

you feel sorry for those servants who’re just doing their job tending to the garden. none of them dare to look your way. they’re sweating, eyes solely focused on the branches they’re cutting, acting like they are not hearing the sinful moans and grunts in the distance. if they look, they’re dead. that much is known.

everything is blurry to you. all you can manage to do is let out a string of pleasure filled whines. your body is easily overpowered and held up against the harsh wood of the nearby wall. your thighs are spread in an awfully painful way, your knees up to your chest. quite literally folded in half.

“i said eyes on me, y’ fuckin’ slut,” sukuna barks. he does not have the patience today. you breaking the intense eye contact with him only worsens his mood. one of his veiny hands tug at your hair. the others hold you up—not allowing you to even think of getting back on your feet until your tight cunt is done milking him for what he’s worth.

you gasp and sukuna takes the chance to grab your jaw with yet another free hand. “open y’r mouth,” his hips do not still for even a second. they roll and ground against yours, the surrounding skin near his pelvis stained with your wet juices. he could smell it. just as nasty and dirty as he wants it to be.

you part your lips and keep them like that, not wanting to piss sukuna off even more. he grins at the sight of your red tongue instinctively rolling out like the obedient little girl you are. he spits right into your mouth, “swallow.”

you do so without second thought. the warm liquid trickles down your throat. sukuna watches in satisfaction, drilling into you until your insides are complete mush. you’re drooling over yourself already—clearly having lost control over your rationality.

you sniffle and try to hold onto sukuna’s biceps. your small fingers curl around the shape of them, nails digging into his flesh. every time you think sukuna’s finally letting up, he only increases his inhuman pace. “my l-lord, ‘s too much,” you cry out. your body could only handle so much pleasure before it’d break down. your pussy is convulsing around his girthy cock, feeling his other sliding back and forth over your sensitive clit.

the king of curses shuts you up with a hiss. his bottom set of eyes is focused on the impressive scene of your tiny pussy swallowing his cock so easily. he’s feeling proud of the fact that he’s molded you into the perfect concubine for him and his carnal pleasure.

sukuna has fucked you silly enough times to know how to get you under his spell. his fingers brush over your hard nipples, grabbing the squishy flesh of your tits as they bounce with each of his thrusts. he leans his head down towards yours. his rough, raspy voice makes your body heat up, “no, no. it’s never too much for my little girl, right? she can easily take ‘nother load f’me.”

your breath hitches and sukuna realises it worked. he knows just what to say to manipulate you into giving in. so he can fuck you senseless for how long he wants. you’re a sucker for the fact that he calls you his. that’s what you are—you’re his woman. only his and no one else’s. the claim of ownership makes your pussy clench.

“y-yes, my lord. i can take another, i can,” you breathe out, head swaying from side to side, not mentally able anymore to keep up with sukuna’s intense libido. yet, your body is still active, squeezing around sukuna’s dick as he promised you more of his precious cum.

the king of curses snickers, amused by just how fast you gave in. “that’s what i thought, hah,” he’s realised that his hold on you knows no bounds. you’re his little toy. the only one he wants to ravish these days. and the only one worth of carrying his seed.

you’re still thinking about the way he’s called you ‘his little girl’. it’s driving you closer to the edge. you start to get louder, completely ignoring your inner thoughts that begged you to have some decorum; to try and hide the fact that you’re getting slutted out in the courtyard.

there’s not much hiding it anyway since the servants have a clear understanding of what’s going on behind them. “mghh, please—please need more!” you mewl and sukuna listens. his red eyes darken with desire as you get into it. he loves to experience that lust driven side of yours. a complete opposite to your usual formal and shy self.

“louder, c’mon. let them know i’m fucking you good,” sukuna sneers, enjoying the mind games he is playing with you. you’re too cockdrunk to even notice. the them in his sentence refers to his other concubines. he knows that you’re secretly craving to get revenge on them and show them just how well you get dicked down by him every single day.

unlike them, who rarely get graced by his touch. that is, when you’re unavailable.

you do as told and increase the volume of your erotic moans, letting everyone around the estate know what you’re getting up to. not like anyone could interfere. sukuna wouldn’t dare let them live a second after.

“that’s it, yeah,” the sorcerer grunts and rams his length repeatedly into you, cursing at the way you’re gripping him so tightly. you’re so dripping wet that he slips out of you for a second. he moves his hips, angling them better to slam back inside of you.

however, you’re one step ahead. your shaky hand reaches down between your legs and you quickly guide his tip to your entrance, urging him to push between your moist folds again. “nasty fuckin’ girl,” sukuna scoffs at your desperation, though secretly thrives off it. he switches cocks and shoves the upper one into your cunt.

you gasp. you’re so used to him to the point that you could sense the difference between his dicks. the upper one has more veins and is a tad bit girthier. you hiccup and nearly choke on your own moans and spit from the change of pace and dicks. “ngh, ‘tis so deep, my lord—” you whine loudly and your hands move to hold your breasts, stopping them from painfully jiggling around in every direction.

sukuna hums in content as he continues his rough thrusts. he can feel his balls twitch and clench, ready to shoot his sperm all up in your womb like you deserve. though, he doesn’t want to end this moment too quickly. he wants to extend it.

“c’mere,” sukuna grumbles and stops pounding your poor, aching cunt. he stills his dick inside you and allows you to cling onto his tall stature, lifting you away from the wall. he silently urges you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you.

the robes of your kimono get left behind on the patch of grass near the wall of the main house. there’s a few droplets of white liquid that’s stained the grass, right where sukuna and you were standing at seconds ago.

you don’t think about anything anymore as you babble about how full you felt with his cock all the way in you. the fat tip brushes against your cervix with each step sukuna takes towards his next destination.

“keep talkin’ to me, doll. tell me how good it feels to take my cock,” he grins smugly as he carries your little body like a trophy into the main building—not paying mind to any maids who he passes by. they’re shocked by the sight of their lady in such a state, though are only able to bow at the two of you.

sukuna finally stops in front of the dinner table. the same table you always have dinner at with him and his other women. he places your back against the surface, big hands holding you down by your hips. “there we go,” he coos mockingly, seeing how you’re completely fucked out, yet still needing more of him.

the king of curses has his own twisted reasons of bringing you here. looking outside of the window, you notice how the sun is starting to set. that’s also the moment you realise his hidden motive.

the other concubines will sooner or later gather at the dining hall to eat supper. they’d expect a peaceful meal, though instead, they’ll be greeted by the sight of their dear lord screwing his favorite. it’ll be a painful blow to them.

which is exactly what the ruthless man wants to achieve.

sukuna licks his lips and all of his eyes focus on you solely, “gonna enjoy my dinner a bit earlier t’day, yeah?”

CR. STTORU 2024

[luvleyshif4]

bf!rafe Cameron x gf!reader

Summery~ bf!rafe coming back home from work to find a flustered and horny gf!reader but she can’t say it cause she’s shy.

Content~ Sexual tension, shy reader, slight humping, neck kissing, use of words like ‘princess, baby’ etc…

Authors Note~ Heyy!! I’m kinda trying out a new format so that’s why this looks like what it looks like… also this was so yum to write idk why but I just lowkey love this so much. Enjoy💗💗

Pt2

Rafe walks through the front door, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck, and hair messy from a long day at work. He drops his keys on the counter, letting out a sigh before he catches sight of you leaning against the kitchen island.

you stood there, clutching a glass of water in an effort to distract yourself from the way your stomach flips every time you see him.

"Hey, princess," he greets, his deep voice tinged with affection as he crosses the room in a few easy strides.

He reaches you, his hands immediately finding your waist like they always do, and presses a soft, casual kiss to your lips.

You're breathless by the time he pulls away, though he doesn't notice, already moving toward the fridge. "Miss me?" he teases lightly, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he grabs a water bottle.

"Always," you mumble, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. He shoots you a quick grin, but you can tell he doesn't think much of it. He's too busy twisting the cap off the bottle and leaning against the counter opposite you, taking a long sip.

"So," he starts, setting the bottle down and resting one hand on the counter behind him. "Dad had me running in circles all day. He's got this big deal he's working on, and guess who got stuck doing all the legwork."

You nod along, trying to seem like you're listening, but your eyes keep drifting to the way his chest looked with the first few buttons open, the way his throat moves when he talks. His voice, low and casual, is like a drug, making your pulse race.

He's oblivious to your inner turmoil, stepping closer to you as he continues talking. His hands naturally find your waist again as he leans in slightly, not because he's trying to fluster you, but because it's just second nature for him to be close to you.

"And then-" His words trail off as, without even thinking, he lifts you effortlessly onto the counter. The movement is so smooth, so casual, that it barely registers for him.

But for you, it's like a spark to a flame.

Your breath hitches as he sets you down, his hands still lingering on your hips.

He doesn't notice, though. He's still talking, still distracted, one hand on the counter beside you and the other lazily brushing against your hip.

It's too much. You can't take it anymore.

You slide forward slightly, your hips brushing against his, and suddenly, his voice falters.

He looks down at the contact, then back up at you, his expression flickering between confusion and realization.

"Oh," he breathes, his voice dropping an octave.

You feel like your face is on fire, but you can't stop yourself. Your hips roll gently, testing the waters, and you swear you see his jaw clench.

"Baby..." His tone shifts, softer, deeper.

His hands tighten on your hips as he steps closer, his body completely flush against yours now. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

You mumble something incoherent, too shy to respond, but the way his lips curve into a grin makes it clear he understands now.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Too shy, huh?" He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

His mouth trails down your jaw to your neck, peppering soft, teasing kisses along your skin. Each press of his lips leaves you breathless, and before you realize it, your hands are tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Your breathing grows heavier, the sensation of his lips on your neck too much and not enough all at once. A quiet sound escapes your lips, a soft moan that you can't hold back, and he freezes for a moment.

"Alright," he murmurs, his voice dropping further as he effortlessly lifts you off the counter and walks towards the bedroom. "Let me take care of you."

Authors Note~ I was thinking If there could be a part 2 for this…and if there could..how would it be? LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD MAKE ONE💗

[littlelamy]

a/n: the beginning is loosely based of S4 with rafe and sofia! I’m kinda obsessed with rafe being needy behind close doors 🥵I hope you guys enjoy!

you couldn’t stop replaying his words over and over again in your head. each syllable hit harder, cutting deeper than the last. always running her mouth? what. just a hookup, id never date a pogue.

you stood there, behind the slightly ajar door, heart pounding so loudly you were sure it could be heard. but rafe didn’t notice—he was too busy tearing you down with topper, speaking like you were nothing more than a nuisance in his life. he’d never know how those words would haunt you, how the trust you had in him shattered like glass.

your eyes burned with unshed tears, the sharp sting of betrayal settling into the pit of your stomach. but there was something else bubbling just beneath the surface—rage. not the hot, fiery kind that comes and goes. no, this was colder, more calculated. the type that stews, planning its revenge.

your fingers itched to grab your things and leave, but not without making sure he understood who held the power in this relationship. you weren’t going to walk away defeated, not when you could leave him begging for mercy.

so, instead of running, you turned, heart hardening with each step as you walked back into the room, your hands trembling slightly as you pulled out a suitcase from under the bed.

if he thought he could treat you like this, he was about to learn how wrong he was. you weren’t some weak girl who would let this slide. no, rafe was about to see a side of you he never had before.

the door clicked shut behind him, and for a moment, you could hear his confused muttering. "yo, topper, i’ll catch you later."

rafe’s voice rang through the hallway, much closer now, but still carrying the same arrogant tone. you ignored him, hands moving swiftly as you tossed your clothes into the bag, each item thrown more aggressively than the last.

when rafe finally stepped into the room, his eyes immediately fell on you, and panic flickered in his expression. "what the hell are you doing?"

his voice wavered as he took in the scene—your half-packed bag, the angry flush on your cheeks, the tight set of your jaw.

"what does it look like?" you shot back, barely sparing him a glance as you continued packing.

he hesitated, taking a step closer to you, but the sight of your seething rage stopped him in his tracks. "hey, let’s just—let’s talk about this, okay?"

you laughed bitterly, slamming the suitcase shut before finally turning to face him. "oh, now you want to talk?" you snapped, the sharp edge in your voice slicing through the air between you. "funny, because earlier, it seemed like you had plenty to say."

his face paled as realization dawned on him. you watched as his lips parted, searching for words but finding none. for the first time in a long time, rafe cameron was speechless, guilt flooding his features.

"i didn’t—" he started, but you cut him off.

"save it," you hissed, stepping closer to him now, your eyes blazing. "i heard everything, rafe. every. single. word."

rafe’s breath hitched as the full weight of your words crashed down on him. his eyes widened in panic, and he took another shaky step toward you, reaching out as if to touch you, to ground himself in this spiraling nightmare. "i didn’t mean it, baby. i swear, i wasn’t thinking—i was just venting—"

"venting?" you scoffed, stepping back from his touch. "do i look like someone you just 'vent' about, rafe? am i just some girl you get to shit on when i’m not around?" your voice cracked slightly, the hurt bubbling beneath your fury slipping through the cracks.

rafe’s hands trembled as he dropped them to his sides, a strangled sound escaping his throat as he shook his head. "no, no—please, you know i didn’t mean any of that. i was just—" his voice broke, and you watched as his composure started to crumble, tears pooling in his eyes. "i was just talking, okay? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it. you have to believe me."

but you weren’t about to let him off the hook that easily. your eyes darkened as you stepped even closer to him, your voice dropping to a dangerously low whisper. "if you’re really sorry, rafe, you’re going to have to prove it."

a flicker of hope sparked in his eyes, and he nodded eagerly, desperate to fix what he’d broken. "anything," he breathed, his voice shaky. "i’ll do anything."

you stared him down, watching as he swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing with nervous anticipation. there was no trace of the cocky, confident rafe now. instead, he was a trembling mess, willing to do whatever it took to keep you from walking out that door.

you grabbed your phone from the dresser, starting the recording and letting the soft beep fill the silence. rafe’s eyes widened as he watched you, confusion and curiosity mixing with the fear in his gaze.

"get on your knees," you ordered, your voice firm, leaving no room for hesitation.

rafe blinked, momentarily stunned by the command, but the second your eyes met his, cold and unwavering, he obeyed. he dropped to his knees before you, looking up with wide, tear-filled eyes. the vulnerability radiating off him was palpable, his breath shaky as he knelt before you, completely at your mercy.

"you don’t get to speak," you warned, holding the phone steady as you circled him slowly, capturing his wide eyes, his trembling hands. "you only get to listen and do what i say."

he nodded quickly, his throat tight with emotion as he blinked away the tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.

you positioned yourself on the bed, spreading your legs slightly, and gestured for him to come closer. "you know what to do," you said, your tone soft but commanding.

without a moment’s hesitation, rafe shuffled forward on his knees, his eyes glued to your thighs as he leaned in, his lips pressing soft, tentative kisses along your skin. his breath was hot and shaky, the desperation in every touch making your pulse quicken.

"good boy," you murmured, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer, guiding his mouth exactly where you wanted it. "now, show me how sorry you are."

rafe wasted no time, his tongue flicking against you with a desperation that sent shivers down your spine. his hands gripped your thighs, holding on for dear life as he worked to prove himself, his movements frantic, eager to please.

your head tipped back slightly as a soft sigh escaped your lips, but you quickly regained control, focusing on the phone’s camera in your hand. you adjusted the angle, making sure you captured every second of rafe’s unraveling—his lips swollen and red from the effort, his face flushed, sweat beading on his forehead.

"look at you," you cooed softly, your free hand caressing his cheek. "you’re such a mess for me, aren’t you?"

rafe whimpered in response, the vibrations from his soft sobs sending waves of pleasure through you. his eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his face harder against you, the tears finally spilling over and streaming down his cheeks.

you could feel the shift in him—the way his body trembled beneath your touch, the way his breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps. he was breaking, right in front of you, and the sight sent a surge of power through your veins.

"don’t stop," you whispered, your fingers tugging on his hair as his pace quickened, his tongue working furiously. "not until i say so."

rafe let out a choked sob, his tears soaking into your skin as he continued, his movements growing sloppier, more desperate. you glanced down at him, the sight of his tear-streaked face and swollen lips sending a rush of heat through you.

"you’re mine," you whispered, your voice dripping with possession as you tilted his face up slightly, capturing the tear that rolled down his cheek with your thumb. "and you’ll never forget it."

rafe’s body shuddered at your words, a strangled moan escaping his lips as he clung to you, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. another tear slipped down his face, and you leaned down, your lips brushing against his cheek, kissing the tear away.

you recorded it all, making sure you caught the exact moment rafe broke for you, his body trembling beneath your touch as he whimpered your name.

"please," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "i’m yours. i’ll never leave you. i love you. please…don’t leave me."

his words were slurred, thick with emotion, and you smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair in a soothing motion.

"good boy," you whispered, pressing one last kiss to his temple as his body finally collapsed against you, completely spent and vulnerable.

slowly, you stopped recording. rafe barely noticed, his head resting against your thigh, still trying to steady his breathing. his tear-streaked face was a picture of surrender.

you stood up, gently pushing him off you, and his body slumped against the mattress, too weak to even protest. you didn’t say a word as you picked up your phone, your fingers tapping with practiced precision.

rafe watched through bleary eyes, his chest still rising and falling with uneven breaths, the reality of the situation not quite sinking in yet.

the video—the raw, intimate recording of rafe at his most vulnerable—was right there, in your hand. the smirk playing at your lips deepened as you attached it to a group chat, the names of topper, kelce, and several other friends flashing across the screen. rafe’s inner circle, the same ones he was so eager to talk big around. they’d all see this.

and then, for the final touch. your fingers hovered over the keyboard for just a moment before typing: looks like the pogue got your boy.

the message was delivered, the little ‘sent’ confirmation making your heart race with satisfaction. the power was now entirely in your hands, and you relished the silence that followed, the calm before the inevitable storm.

rafe blinked, finally realizing what had happened as he noticed the shift in your demeanor. “w-what did you do?” his voice was small, trembling with fear as his eyes darted from your phone to your face, dread sinking in fast.

you leaned down, brushing a lock of hair out of his face with surprising gentleness, and a sweet peck on his lips. “just reminding you who really holds the power here, rafe,” you whispered softly, your voice laced with a wicked edge. “you thought you could talk shit about me behind my back? guess again.”

rafe’s eyes widened as he tried to sit up, his body weak and uncoordinated. “no, no, no—what did you send? please, baby, please!” he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation.

you straightened up, staring down at him, your smile never faltering. “i sent a little reminder to all your friends. they’ll see it soon enough.”

he scrambled to reach for his phone, but it was too late. his friends were already watching the video, seeing him like they’d never seen him before—broken, crying, at your feet, worshiping you. and with that message—looks like the pogue got your boy—they’d know he wasn’t the powerful rafe cameron anymore. not with you around.

rafe’s breath hitched, panic surging through his veins as his phone buzzed incessantly on the bedside table. “no,” he whimpered, tears spilling over again, pure terror flashing in his eyes as he looked up at you, utterly helpless, still with a needy gaze.

you bent down one last time, tilting his chin up so he could meet your gaze, your thumb gently brushing against his swollen lips. “next time you even think about talking behind my back,” you whispered, “remember this moment. because there’s more where that came from.”

with that, you walked away, leaving rafe alone in the room, his phone lighting up with messages from his friends, the weight of his humiliation crushing him.

you didn’t even glance back as the door clicked shut behind you, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

you owned him now. completely.

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[skzzsya]

my man ?! || lee felix

ᯓᡣ𐭩 felix x fem!reader. genre : fluff & smut.

synopsis. in which your boyfriend gets mistaken for a girl but you're the only one to know how manly he is 𝜗𝜚 ⸝⸝ m.list ♡

You’d lost count of how many times people had mistaken your boyfriend for a girl. Maybe it was his soft features, the way his long hair framed his face, or the delicate way he carried himself in public.

And today it happened again, at a café. The barista, an older woman with kind eyes, had smiled warmly at him. "What can I get for you, sweetheart?" He ordered his usual, then you added yours. But before you could step away, she turned to you with an even bigger smile.

"Your girlfriend is so beautiful!" You saw it happen in real time, the moment your boyfriend’s soul left his body. His jaw clenched, fingers tightening around his wallet. You bit back a laugh, barely holding it together as the woman continued gushing.

"She has such delicate features! You’re a lucky young lady." Your boyfriend exhaled, slow and controlled. Then, without correcting her, he handed over the cash and grabbed the drinks. "Thanks," he muttered, walking away without looking back. You followed him outside, and the second the door shut behind you, you lost it.

"Your girlfriend is so beautiful" you wheezed, clutching your stomach.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "If one more person-"

"But, babe, she wasn’t wrong!~"

His head snapped toward you. "You think this is funny?"

"A little bit." You grinned. "I mean… you are beautiful." His jaw ticked.

“Oh, so you think this is funny?” His voice was dangerously calm, but the way he lifted his eyebrow told you exactly what was coming.

Your breath hitched. “A little bit.”

Felix hummed, tilting his head as he looked down at you. “Alright,” he murmured, fingers curling around your wrist.

"You better make this up to me later," he muttered.

—

The moment you stepped inside, Felix shut the door with a quiet click. The air between you shifted, slowly, he turned, expression unreadable as he gazed down at you.

"Strip." he says. Your breath caught. Felix had always been the gentle type, but when it came to this? He was careful but firm. Always soft, but never hesitating. You swallowed, hands moving to the hem of your shirt. His eyes darkened as he watched you peel it off, followed by your bra, leaving you bare under his heated gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, stepping closer. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

You shivered, nodding as his hands brushed over your sides, fingers ghosting over your ribs before settling at your waist. His lips met yours in a slow, lingering kiss. Not rushed, just deliberate and sweet. His fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, pulling you against his warmth. "You laugh when people call me pretty," he whispered against your mouth, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly tone that made your knees weak.

"But I know what you really think." His hands skimmed down, pushing your pants past your hips until they pooled at your feet. You kicked them off, breath stuttering as his fingers slipped between your thighs, teasing over your clothed heat.

"Already wet," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "You like when I prove myself to you, don’t you?" You bite your lip, nodding.

"Words, baby," he reminded you, his voice teasing.

"Yes," you exhaled.

A pleased hum vibrated from his chest. "That’s my princess."

He slid your panties down, guiding you back toward the couch until the cushions hit the back of your knees.

"Sit my love." And you did as he says. Felix knelt between your legs, eyes locked onto yours as he kissed his way up your inner thigh. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders, the strands tickling your skin as he moved.

"You always make fun of me," he murmured, warm breath fanning over your core. "But you love this hair, don’t you?"

Before you could answer, his tongue flicked out, teasing over your clit in the softest, slowest motion imaginable. Your head fell back, a gasp leaving your lips. He chuckled against you, sending vibrations through your body.

"Not so funny now, huh?"

You barely had time to process what was happening before he devoured you. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, tracing and circling with precision. His lips sealed around your clit, sucking just enough to make your thighs tremble.

"Lixie-" you moaned, hands going to his hair.

The second your fingers tangled in his long locks, he groaned, the deep, needy sound vibrating against you. You tugged, just a little, his nails dug into your thighs.

"Baby, mhmm" he rasped, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. "Again."

Testing him, you curled your fingers tighter and pulled, guiding his head where you wanted him. Felix let out a moan, pupils dilating before he whimpered, sinking deeper into your heat. The sound alone nearly sent you over the edge.

"Fuck, Felix ah..."

"That's it, angel," he groaned, tightening his grip on you. "Cum for me."

And with one last flick of his tongue, your body tensed, pleasure crashing over you in waves. Your thighs clenched around his head, but Felix didn’t stop, he kept going, drawing out every moan out of your mouth, until you were whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did he pull back, licking his lips as he gazed up at you with a satisfied smirk.

"Still think I’m ‘pretty’?" he teased. Your chest heaved, a dazed smile curling at your lips. "So pretty," you breathed. Felix giggled, shaking his head as he stood.

"You’re lucky I love you."

"Mmh i love you too~." You tugged at his waistband, looking up at him through heavy lashes. "I- need it please." He groaned, already melting as you pulled him down for another kiss. You reached for the waistband of his jeans, fingers brushing over the button. You could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the tension in his muscles as he let out a shaky breath.

“You’re impatient, love” he murmured, teasing you again, but the way his hands trembled slightly as he pulled back told you he was just as eager.

“I want you,” you whispered, voice softer now.

Felix groaned, kissing you deeply before stepping back just enough to shed the rest of his clothes. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders as he tugged off his shirt, then pushed down his jeans and boxers, revealing himself fully. Your breath caught. No matter how many times you’d seen him like this, it always stole the air from your lungs. He was beautiful, but not in the delicate, feminine way strangers assumed. He was lean but strong, toned with abs of six pack. His skin glowed in the dim light, a slight flush dusting his cheeks as he hovered over you again. Felix’s hands traced over your body with reverence, fingertips ghosting over your ribs, the curve of your waist, your thighs. He took his time, as if committing every inch of you to memory.

“You’re so perfect,” he says, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, then your chest, then lower. “Every single part of you.”

Your fingers curled into his hair again, and he shuddered, eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before he met your gaze once more.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, you nodded, heart pounding.

Felix reached down, running himself through your folds, coating himself in your wetness before slowly, so slowly, pressing inside. Your breath hitched as he stretched you, filling you inch by inch, never rushing. His lips found yours again, swallowing the soft moan that slipped past your lips.

“Now, do I feel like a girl to you hm?” he asked, forehead resting against yours.

You exhaled shakily. “N-no.”

Felix nodded, letting out an almost desperate groan before he rolled his hips, pushing the rest of the way in. He stilled, letting you adjust, pressing gentle kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, your lips. His hands never stopped moving, caressing your sides, your thighs, grounding you in his warmth. Then, finally, he moved. Slow, deep thrusts, each one dragging along every sensitive spot inside you.

Felix wasn’t fucking you. He wasn’t pounding into you with reckless abandon, he was making love to you. And God, it felt good. His fingers laced with yours, pressing your hands into the cushions as he rocked into you at a sensual, unhurried pace.

“Feels so good,” he murmured against your lips. “You take me so well, baby.”

You whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer. The new angle sent a shiver down your spine, pleasure coiling tighter with his slow, precise thrusts. Felix groaned as your walls clenched around him.

“Fuck, angel- just like that.”

His mouth trailed down to your neck, sucking lightly at the skin, leaving faint marks that would disappear by morning. His hips moved in steady, measured rolls, his thrusts pressing so deep, rubbing against that perfect spot inside you. You were falling apart beneath him, he was stretching you so good.

“Lixie-,” you gasped, nails digging into his back. “I- I’m close.”

He kissed you again. “I know, baby. I can feel you.” His pace never faltered, never grew erratic. He wanted you to feel all the love he has for you, to reach your high slowly, beautifully.

His fingers slipped between your bodies, rubbing slow, tight circles against your clit. The added sensation sent you tumbling over the edge, pleasure crashing through you in waves. Felix groaned as you clenched around him, his thrusts growing just a little deeper, a little more desperate as he chased his own release. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin.

“Gonna fill you up, baby ngh...gonna make you feel so good.”

And then, with one last thrust, he broke, spilling into you with a soft, breathless moan. His body trembled, muscles tense as he rode out his high, pressing you firmly against him. For a long moment, neither of you moved. Felix stayed inside you, chest rising and falling against yours, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. His hair tickled your skin as he pressed gentle kisses to your shoulder, your temple, your lips.

“Are you good my love?” he asked, voice thick with exhaustion and love.

You smiled, still breathless. “More than good.”

Felix chuckled, nuzzling into your neck. “Good.”

He pulled out carefully, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him, not letting an inch of space remain between you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“You’re not laughing anymore,” he teased sleepily.

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Nope heh.”

Felix hummed, already drifting into the hazy warmth of sleep. “Told you I’d prove it.”

And God, had he ever.

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Ehm...this edit inspired me :3

(it's my first time writing this type of stuff please be nice 🙏🏻😽)

[mminghaos]

here and now , choi seungcheol x f!reader

SYPNOSIS: after seungcheol pushes you to your limit during a party, the tension finally snaps once you make it to his car.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex (dont do this !!), public sex (parking lot), car sex, jealousy

requests open, do send some in!!

seungcheol was being such a bitch. it was like he was purposely trying to make you jealous, trying to rile you up. why? all because you had a five minute conversation with an old friend from highschool.

and god, was it working.

he had the sleeves of his white button-up rolled to his elbows, and he leaned against the counter as he talked to the woman who was getting too close for your liking. the house party you two had been invited to was hosted by both your friends, but there were so many people there, and you couldn’t seem to focus on anything but him.

every time the woman laughed — too loudly, too flirtatiously — your stomach twisted. you watched as she leaned in, her hand lightly brushing against his arm, and seungcheol? he didn’t pull away. he acted like he didn’t even seem to notice the line she was crossing.

he was doing this on purpose. he knew you hated this, the way people threw themselves at him like he was some kind of untouchable god. but right now, it felt like he was testing you, pushing you to the edge to see how much you could take before you snapped.

he had to know what he was doing. he wasn’t oblivious to the tension in the air, to the way your gaze never strayed from him for too long.

you knew he wouldn’t go anything as far as hurting you — he wasn’t like that. but he always founds ways to make your chest tighten, to make you burn with jealousy.

finally, the woman stepped away, her lips curling into a smile as she walked off, leaving you and seungcheol alone, but not really. he was still leaning casually against the counter, and his eyes flicked to you, noticing the way your jaw clenched, how your body had stiffened with anger.

you walked over to him, setting your glass of champagne down on the marble counter before grabbing his arm firmly. “we’re going home.”

“why? i thought you said you wanted to stay out later tonight before we left the house.” his voice was teasing, the smirk practically oozing from behind you as you pulled him toward the door.

you didn’t say anything as you led him outside, your grip still firm on his arm, ignoring the way he was looking at you with that infuriating, amused expression. the cool night air hit your skin as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the distant sound of the party muffled behind you.

seungcheol finally spoke, his voice low but still laced with amusement. “so, you’re mad?”

you spun around to face him, the words bursting out before you could stop them. “you’re such an asshole.”

his smirk deepened, and he took a step closer, closing the space between you two. “am i? i was just talking to her.”

“bullshit,” you snapped, stepping back as your heart pounded. “you were flirting with her.”

“and what if i was?” he asked quietly, his tone suddenly serious, the teasing edge replaced by something more dangerous.

your breath hitched in your throat, caught between frustration and something else you couldn’t name.

you needed him so bad.

both of you stood there for a moment, the tension between you thickening. before seungcheol could say anything else, you gripped his wrist, pulling him toward his car.

he immediately unlocked the car as if he knew what was coming next. (he did).

“backseat,” you said, letting go of his wrist. your voice was filled with need. “please.”

seungcheol slid into the backseat smoothly, his eyes never leaving you. you followed him, the door clicking shut behind you as you positioned yourself in his lap. the air was thick, charged, but neither of you moved yet, the anticipation hanging between you like a heavy weight.

you tried to stay calm, to hold on to whatever control you had left, but it was slipping away with every passing second. finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him, your lips meeting his with an urgency that surprised you both.

“wondered how long it would take” he pulled back, his voice low, teasing, but with an edge that sent a shiver through you.

all you could do was scoff, but it was light-hearted. “of course you did.” you responded, your fingers twitching, wanting him, needing him.

you couldn't help but lean in again, your breath warm against his skin. with a slight tilt of your head, you brushed your lips against his jaw, lingering there for a moment. your fingers tightened on the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as you slowly kissed your way down to his neck. the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the heat of the moment made your senses reel.

seungcheol let out a quiet breath, his hands resting gently on your waist, pulling you even closer as you paused at his neck. the warmth of his skin under your lips made your heart race, and you felt the tension between you both thicken, every second stretching, making the moment feel impossibly intimate.

slowly, your hips began to move back and forth, the motion steady and deliberate. your dress crept up your thighs as you shifted and seungcheol took advantage if that to place his hands there.

a low groan escaped from his lips, right by your ear, and it sent a rush of satisfaction through you, boosing your ego.

“please, baby,” he breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper.

the heat that pooled in the bottom of your stomach intensified, making it hard to focus. you pulled back just enough to undo his belt, your fingers trembling slightly as you slid his pants down.

his cock hit against his abdomen, and your mouth drooled at the sight. “fuck, cheol.” you whispered out, positioning yourself over him after sliding your panties down.

you were already wet enough to not need any prep — it was evident with the way you were dripping all over his lap.

you slowly slid yourself down onto him, nails clawing at his shoulders as you took time to adjust. he was so big, you don’t think you’d ever be able to get used to it properly.

“oh my god,” he groaned out, hands going out to rest on your hips again as you began to move. “thats it. just like that.”

thank god the parking lot you were in was one, around the corner from the house the party was thrown at, and two, empty, because you don’t think you could bear the embarrassment of someone catching you.

“was— was doing fine before you rolled them damn sleeves up.” you whimpered out, your hips moving at a pace you didn’t even know you could reach until now.

“yeah? i bet you were,” he hissed into your ear, placing wet kisses along your collarbones as one of his hands left your waist to rub tight circles onto your clit.

you let out a strangled moan, your climax building rapidly. your thighs burned and you dropped your head on seungcheol’s shoulder. neither of you slowed your actions, desperate for release.

“im so close.” he whined. “come with me, please, please, please.”

that’s what sent you toppling over the edge, your eyes rolling back in your head as your movements fell sloppy. “fuck!” you cried out.

a second later, you felt seungcheol’s hips stutter and his head fell back against the leather seats with a gasp escaping his mouth. he spilled ropes of his warm cum inside you, mixing with your own release.

you both stayed in the same position for a few minutes, catching your breath before seungcheol placed a soft kiss to your nose.

“maybe i should make you jealous more often.”

[sonarspace]

snip, snip, snip

synopsis: giving a trim to your boyfriend turns into something more. wc: 2.7k pairings: choso x reader. geto x reader. nanami x reader. content: MDNI. smut (unprotected sex, cowgirl (choso), bow pose (geto), oral - fem!receiving, fingering, creampie, messy kisses) just lots of nsfw 😭 + not proofread as usual a/n: missed y’all!! have no idea what i wrote but i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it.

𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. choso kamo

"oww… fuck” you hear choso cuss from the bedroom. “are you okay?” you check in from the bathroom just having finished your night time routine. he walks in rubbing his eye, a tiny pout playin on his lips “i think there’s something in my eye, it hurts,” he whines.

“let me see,” you say. he bends down and moves closer to your face. you notice the whites of his eye are turned a shade of light red, probably from all the rubbing he’s been doing. he hisses as you spot a short strand of hair in his lower lid and pull it out. “it’s hair,” you place it in his palm. “probably from your bangs,” you add on. his pout grows and he stares at the strand in silence for a minute before he asks “can you cut them?”

he sits on a stool in front of the mirror, a bashful smile on his lips. you place a cloth on the floor to catch the hair and wrap another around his neck.

you quickly brush his hair and separate the bangs. he grabs your waist and pulls you in closer when you start cutting his bangs. distracted by the night gown under your robe he starts squirming to get a closer look.

“choso!” you yelp when you feel him kiss over your clothed boob. “sorry,” he bashes his eyelashes at you. “sit still or i’ll mess up” you scold him.

he scoffs in return. you reach up to snip a few stray strands of hair that are in front of his face, and align them with a cute pout of concentration on your face. his eyes remain fixed on you, silently observing your every move, while his heart is filled with an array of intense emotions that overwhelm him. his grip on your waist tightens.

your eyes slowly shift from his freshly trimmed bangs to meet his gaze and a gentle smile curves up the corner of your lips. he pulls you closer — his hand deftly undoes the knot on your robe.

the fabric falls open, revealing a blue silk slip with lace detail covering your cleavage and his breath hitches. your heart begins to race at the anticipation of his next move.

"choso.." you feel his hand inch higher under your slip. you squeeze his shoulders when his finger trace your flimsy panties — a light sheen of your need coats his finger. you unwrap the cloth from around his neck, and he quickly stands up. he taps the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump into his arms.

he walks over to the bed and sits down with you on top. “fuck me,” he whispers as his lips brush over yours. your slip’s moved up and bunched around your thighs as you start grinding on his hardening cock.

he hums into the kiss — satisfied by the little bit of friction. you move a hand to in his hair, tugging at the strands to stop his movements.

he pulls back with a grin. you kiss a path from his jaw down to his neck and suck at the flesh on his throat. he lets out a deep groan as you wrap a hand around his throat and push him to lie down on his back.

you quickly push down his pants and his dick springs out and hits his abdomen. his tip’s a little red with pre-cum leaking. you rub the pre cum up and down his dick — prepping it to be inside you.

his breathing grows erratic and he tries to keep his moans quiet. you lace your fingers with his, near his head and he turns to give it a sweet peck. you both gasp in unison as you slide down his slicked length. his other grips your waist tighter — probably leaving a bruise.

your wetness makes it easy to move up and down his cock. “you can be loud baby,” you groan breathlessly and he immediately lets out a whine as if he was waiting for your permission.

at this angle his cock was hitting all the right spots in you. he wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you down for a messy kiss. his tongue laps at yours and he sucks at your bottom lip before finally letting you go.

he pulls down the straps of your slip still shielding your boobs from his lustful eyes. he gulps at the view from below. silently thanking whatever higher power led you to him and allowed him to experience this moment of utter bliss and pleasure.

you place your hands on his chest and pick up the pace. pussy clamping down on his cock – creating a circle of white around his length.

he notices you slow down as your thighs burn from the movement. “come on, baby. don’t stop now,” he urges you. his hips buck up into yours and you moan in surprise “ahh fuck”. his hands move under your ass to help you keep going.

your head falls into his neck as he keeps fucking into you from underneath. “i’m close” he pants. you bite his shoulder as your orgasm rushes through you, too blissed out to warn him but he notices anyway. his hand moves from under your ass to rubbing your back. soothing you from your high.

and he comes right after with a loud moan of your name. you hum satisfied at the feeling of his cum filling you completely.

suguru geto

he’s sitting on a stool facing the bathroom mirror as you stand behind him, trimming the ends of his hair.

and when you finally move in front of him to cut his front pieces, he keeps trying to put his hand under your shirt. you smack his hand away and he sits there with a pout and you immediately feel bad.

“sorry,” you say meekly. he doesn’t respond instead he looks down at his lap. “suguru,” you call out to him but he ignores you.

“suguru,” you try again but he doesn’t reply. you sigh and continue your task. you move behind him once you’re done and he smiles at you through the mirror, “thank you for the haircut, baby”.

a little confused at the change in his mood, you lean down to give him a quick peck when he looks up at you expectantly. his tongue pokes out and traces your lips and over your chin. you giggle when his tongue moves towards the underside of your jaw. you walk back to the bedroom and he shrugs off the hair and follows you. he spreads your legs and lays atop you. his tongue meshes with yours and your boobs buck up into his chest. he smiles against your lips, pulling back to admire your sprawled out figure.

he bunches up your shirt and places it in your mouth. "can you stay like this for me?" he asks in a hushed tone. you nod and he laughs under his breath as he hears a muffled yes. he places kisses over the expanse of your body and moves between your legs.

he holds eye contact as he pushes your panties to the side. you shudder when he spreads your lips and inserts a finger in you. his gaze moves down to your hole sucking him in desperately.

he leans to peck your clit once and then twice. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking it in slowly as he inserts a second finger into your needy cunt.

one second you’re whining at the way his mouth is making you feel and then before you can register the retraction of his mouth and fingers, you yelp a surprised whimper when you feel his hand come down at the flesh of your ass.

as you come down from the shock of the slap on your ass, you realize that he’s got you laying on your stomach.

you guess you should’ve known smacking his hand away earlier would have its consequences. however you didn’t mind this. his hand rubs soothingly at the reddened skin of your ass before another smack resounds throughout the room and you groan in slight pleasure.

“you like that, huh?” a lilt to his voice. “harder,” you mumble into the sheets. and he abides with your request. after all he’s gotta give you, whatever you ask for.

after two more hard spanks he moves over your legs. his hands rub at the flesh of your ass while he lines himself up with your hole. he rubs his cock head at your glistening pussy before he pushes in.

you gasp when you feel his hands pushing your legs up to hold himself steady as he starts fucking into you from behind. he keeps up a fast and hard pace that has your brain turning into mush. he gently puts your legs back down and you whimper at the mix of pleasure and pain you feel from having your legs up for so long.

he grabs your hips and slides a pillow under your stomach. you peek over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. his chest covered in a sheen of sweat and his breathing hard . you reach a hand behind which he immediately intertwines with his own.

he leans down on top of you, his weight heavy and comforting as he slows down the pace of his thrusts. your hair’s sticking to your face and your lip’s parted with drool slipping out of the side of your mouth. he chuckles at your fucked out state and gives you a quick peck.

he shifts his weight onto his other hand as he moves your joint fingers under your stomach and picks you up so you’re hovering over the sheets. “close sugu- ah” you moan as the angle has the head of his cock pressing against your g-spot. he kisses you deeply – tangling tongues together. you lull your tongue out every so slightly and he takes it as his cue to suck on it.

your tongue between his lips as he bobs his head and his thrusts have you turning into a blubbering mess of hmph’s and oh’s.

“go ahead and come for me, pretty girl”. he groans lowly in your ear. a rush of pleasure washes over you and you slump forward in his grip. he lets you lay back down on your stomach. he slows down his pace even more so you can ride out your high comfortably.

finally he pulls out and you turn around to lay on your back. his head falls back as he pumps his cock a few times and releases over your abdomen with a loud moan of your name.

kento nanami

you grow tired after hearing nanami complain several times about his recent grown out beard. “they gave me a weird look,” he huffs. “do you think it makes me look weird?” he asks you seriously.

“i think it looks sexy. but if you want i can make it lighter for you.” you offer and he nods promptly.

so now you’re sitting on the bathroom counter with nanami between your legs and his arms placed on either side of you.

he hands you the trimmer with a shorter guard, allowing you to trim most of his beard but still maintain some facial hair. you turn on the trimmer and start from his ears and work your way down with a gentle but firm pressure. with unwavering focus, you move the trimmer under his nose, over the corners of his mouth and under his chin as the hair falls to the floor.

he keeps his eyes on you the entire time. the way you squint your eyes to focus better. the way your face muscles tense when you reach higher. your lips parting slightly when you move the trimmer under his nose. his heart fills with love at seeing you do this for him with so much care and attention.

you finish it off with a clean edge and pull away to grab a razor. you get back to work and apply a lather of shaving cream and remove any hair you couldn’t get with the trimmer. you pull back and admire your handy work, “how does it look?” you ask him with a sweet grin.

in return he kisses you. you squeal as the shaving cream covers your face. you both laugh as you help each other wash off the shaving cream.

you wipe your face and then his with a towel and he feels overwhelmed with the love he has for you. he wraps your legs around his waist and carries you back to bed.

he flops you down on the bed and wastes no time in ridding you off your clothes. he quickly moves between your legs and slides off your shorts. he sees the confusion on your face and grins “gotta reward my sweet doll for such a good job, don’t i?”

he pulls your legs over his shoulders and gets to work. you gasp when you feel his freshly trimmed beard between your legs. he starts by tracing your outer labia with his tongue and moving to your inner labia. his tongue pokes under your clitoral hood and then presses over your clit.

your hole still untouched. he teases his tongue around it until he hears you whine “kento, please”. he dips his tongue in and you’re almost instantly clenching around his tongue. “oh, she’s needy today,” he speaks to your pussy in a hoarse tone.

he replaces his tongue by inserting two fingers into you. plunging in and out, curving slightly to push against that spot. his tongue moves over your clit in languid teasing licks, making you squirm and tighten your grip on his hair.

“stay still sweetheart,” he tuts at you. having had enough of his teasing, you tighten your legs around his shoulders and pull his head further into your cunt.

with a grip on his hair, you start grinding against his face bringing yourself closer to your high. he removes his fingers from your cunt and dips his tongue once more. excited to have you clenching his tongue as you cum.

“ahh ken, fuck i’m so close,” you mewl indirectly asking him to help you. his thumb alternates between rubbing circles and flicking your nub. soon you cum with a scream of his name. almost suffocating him between your legs, but he doesn’t mind.

he continues lapping at your cunt as you come down from your orgasm. you shudder as his tongue moves over your sensitive nub once more. he sucks your clit into his mouth, on a mission to make you cum again.

your hips grind against him involuntarily but this time he holds you down with a bruising grip. his head bobs as he continues sucking and lapping at your clit.

he holds your gaze as your expression changes to tethering the edge of overstimulation. his favorite view. his free hand moves over to your boobs – massaging and teasing your nipples.

you grab his hand move it higher and up to your lips. he squeezes your cheek once and then you’re poking out your tongue and licking his palm. you hold his hand steady and suck in the two fingers that were in your cunt earlier.

you hum around his fingers and try to match the pace of his tongue on your clit. you look into his eyes, ignoring your gag reflex and push his fingers further into your mouth — you decided to add a third finger.

nanami pulls away and bites your inner thigh as he grinds into the bed trying to get some relief. oh how he wishes you were sucking his cock instead. he plunges his tongue into your hole again and moans at the thought – making your hole spasm around his tongue.

unable to contain himself, nanami, continues bucking his hips into the bed as you keep sucking his fingers greedily.

your second orgasm washes over you and you almost bite down on his fingers at the blissful pleasure. as if on cue he creams his pants and groans into your thigh.

“can’t believe you’ve made me cream my pants more than once,” he chuckles from his place on your sprawled out thigh. he peppers kisses as he moves up your body, purposefully rubbing his freshly trimmed beard causing you to giggle sweetly. he grabs your face and gives you a bruising but loving kiss.

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[multific]

Of Dog Tags and Love Letters

Simon Riley x Reader

Summary: Simon Riley never says “I love you” out loud. Instead, he writes letters, letters you were never meant to find.

Simon wasn’t the kind of man who said “I love you” easily.

He showed it instead.

He showed it in the way he pulled you close at night, in the way his hand always rested on the small of your back in public, in the way he made sure you always walked on the safer inside of the sidewalk.

His love wasn’t loud or obvious, but it was steady, always there.

Still, you wanted to hear it.

Just once.

Just once you wanted to hear him say it.

Simon had been gone on a mission for a few weeks.

You missed him, missed the way the house felt different when he was home.

Tonight, the quiet felt heavier than usual.

That’s what led you to the room, sitting on the bed, fidgeting with his dog tags.

That’s when you found them.

A small metal box, tucked away beneath an old shirt. You were trying to find a shirt which still smelled like him.

Inside the box, there were letters.

Dozens of them, all folded neatly, your name written on each one.

Your stomach flipped as you picked one up, your fingers shaking slightly as you unfolded the paper.

The handwriting was rough and rushed.

But it was undeniably his.

If you’re reading this, it means I didn’t make it back.

Your breathing stopped, but you kept reading.

I don’t say things the way I should. Never have. But you should know… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re the reason I want to come back in one piece. If I don’t... just know that I love you. Always have, always will.

Your chest ached as you grabbed another letter.

It was the same.

So was the next.

You looked at the dates. Every letter is written before a mission.

Every single one, carrying the words he never said to your face.

I love you.

All of them, filled with meaning and care. All of them are written from the heart.

You pressed them to your chest, blinking back tears.

Three days later, he was home.

The second he walked through the door, you didn’t wait. You crashed into him, arms wrapped tight around his middle.

He let out a small grunt of surprise. “What’s all this then?”

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

He huffed a quiet laugh, arms circling around you. “Good to see you too, Love.”

You pulled back, searching his tired eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Simon’s body tensed. “Tell you what?”

You lifted your chin. “About the letters.”

His whole body went still.

“…You found them.” His voice was quiet.

You nodded. “Yeah. And I had to find out from some scraps of paper that you truly love me?”

His jaw flexed like he was bracing for something. “I didn’t think I’d ever—” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “It’s not easy for me.”

“I don’t care if it’s easy,” you shot back, stepping closer to him. “Do you think this is easy for me? Waiting? Wondering if you’ll come home?” Your voice cracked. “Wondering if I’ll ever get to tell you—”

You stopped yourself, swallowing hard.

Simon’s eyes softened. “Tell me what?”

You exhaled. “That I love you too, you idiot.”

His breath hitched.

Then, before you could say anything else, he cupped your face in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours. His touch was warm, and grounding.

“Say it again,” he whispered, begged.

A smile tugged at your lips. You rested your hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I love you.”

His eyes closed, and he let out a slow breath like he was letting himself believe it. When he spoke again, his voice was deep, barely above a whisper.

“I love you too.”

And this time, he didn’t need a letter to say it.

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In Their Shirts

Summary: the members of Task Force 141 find themselves captivated by the sight of you wearing their shirts

A/N: I’m sorry I had to make Gaz a gentlemen he’s so sweet and cute in my opinion 

Word Count: 941

Warning(s): Suggestive and cursing.

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Captain John Price

The soft cotton of Price’s shirt drapes loosely over your frame, the hem brushing against your thighs. The scent of his cologne clings to the fabric, warm and woodsy, like a campfire on a chilly night. He’s seated on the edge of the bed when you walk into the room, his signature cap resting on the bedside table.

His gaze lifts, and he pauses mid-puff of his cigar. A slow smile creeps across his face, his blue eyes crinkling. "That mine?" he asks, voice low, tinged with amusement.

You nod, tugging at the collar absentmindedly. “It’s comfy.”

Price leans back, resting on his palms as he lets his gaze wander appreciatively. "Looks better on you than ever on me," he murmurs. When you step closer, he reaches out, pulling you between his knees. His hands find your hips, fingers brushing the bare skin beneath the oversized shirt.

“You’ll steal my wardrobe at this rate,” he teases, but his voice softens as he looks up at you. “Not that I mind.”

He presses a kiss to your stomach through the fabric, his beard tickling you slightly, and when he looks up, there’s a glint of tenderness in his eyes that makes your heart stutter.

"I really want to fuck you in my shirt," he murmurs, his voice low and rough as he scoops you up effortlessly, laying you down on your back with a look that leaves no room for doubt.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

The oversized black shirt with the skull logo on the chest feels like it belongs to you now. Ghost had tossed it on the chair in your room after a mission, and you couldn’t resist slipping it on. The faint scent of gun oil and something distinctly him lingers on the fabric.

When Ghost steps into the room, his balaclava already pulled off, he freezes in place. His dark eyes sweep over you, taking in the sight of his shirt hanging loosely over your frame. His expression softens, though his brows knit slightly.

“That’s mine,” he says simply, his voice a low rumble.

You shrug, tugging at the hem. "Finders, keepers."

His lips twitch, almost forming a smile. “Looks better on you.”

He steps closer, towering over you, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from your face. The warmth of his palm lingers as he cups your cheek, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw.

“Keep it,” he murmurs, his voice softer now. “I like seeing you in it.”

When his lips meet yours, the kiss is unhurried, almost reverent, as if he’s memorizing the moment.

As his fingers slide under his shirt draped over you, he discovers bare skin, no bra, no panties. Simon pauses, his breath hitching before he mutters, his voice husky and laced with desire, "You're going to be the death of me."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz’s shirt smells faintly of soap and the lingering musk of his cologne. It’s worn and soft from years of wear, the material brushing against your skin as you lounge on the couch. The logo of a football club you’ve never heard of stretches across your chest.

He notices the moment he walks in, carrying two mugs of tea. His dark eyes light up, and he sets the mugs down with a grin. “Oi, is that my shirt?”

You smirk, leaning back. “Looks better on me, doesn’t it?”

Gaz chuckles, shaking his head as he comes to stand in front of you. “Cheeky, aren’t you?” he teases, leaning down to place his hands on either side of you. His face is close, his grin infectious. “Gotta admit, though, you pull it off.”

He straightens up, grabbing one of the mugs and handing it to you before sitting beside you. His arm finds its way around your shoulders, pulling you against him. As you sip your tea, he presses a kiss to your temple.

“Guess it’s yours now,” he murmurs, the warmth in his voice wrapping around you like a blanket.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

The shirt you’re wearing is unmistakably Soap’s—a faded band tee with a rip at the hem that he swears adds “character.” It smells like his body wash, fresh and slightly citrusy. The fabric is soft, clinging to your shoulders while hanging loose everywhere else.

When he walks in and spots you, he stops dead in his tracks, eyes widening. A slow, mischievous grin spreads across his face as he crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe with Soap's now visible boner evident.

“Well, aren’t ye a sight for sore eyes,” he says, his accent making the words sound even more teasing. “Didn’t think my old shirt could look that good.”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth of his gaze makes your cheeks heat. "It was the first thing I found," you reply, feigning nonchalance.

"And clearly, you love seeing me in it," you tease, gesturing toward the unmistakable evidence of his reaction.

Soap steps closer, his grin softening into something more genuine. He hooks a finger under the hem of the shirt, tugging lightly. “You can keep it, bonnie,” he says, his voice quieter now. “Looks like it was made for you.”

His hands settle on your waist, and when he pulls you close, his lips find yours in a kiss that’s equal parts playful and tender. “Now I’m gonna need another excuse to see you wear my clothes.”

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