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winterzsurprise · 1 year ago

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Take a seat || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!reader

Summary: Never in your wildest dream did you imagine having your husband ask you to sit on his face.

Tags: Face sitting, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, smut, NOT BETA READ.

Words: 1.2k

saw someone plead for this one lmao. They asked so nicely so I delivered, idk if this is how it usually goes tbh. This shit's so rushed but I guess I have to squeeze everything out before school starts again tomorrow aaaaaaaaaa

other than that, enjoy! Thank you all for your love on my fics aaaaaaaaaa im running out of header pics da;flkhwah

mi vida - my life || dios mio - my god || mi bella esposa - my beautiful wife || cariño - honey

“You want me to do what now?”

Miguel sighed exasperatedly as he facepalmed, embarrassed. “Don’t make me repeat mys—”

“No no no, I heard you loud and clear.” Which doesn’t mean you understand why all of a sudden. “But why?”

“Should I have any reason why I want you to sit on my face?”

In a gazillion universe, you’d never thought you’d hear those words come out of his lips. Sitting on his lap, you stared at the man incredulously to which he scowled at.

Usually, oral between you both are usually done with you underneath him as he pinned your thighs open and wide for him since he likes the control. To hear him ask you to sit on his face mid-foreplay shocked you.

You pinched your thigh, unconvinced by his sudden change of mind and Miguel sighed once more.

“Is it that hard to believe? Dios mio, if you don’t want to do it, just say it—”

“No no no, lay back down, I’m just processing.”

Excitement thrummed madly in your veins as you pushed the man back into the mattress. Excitement got you removing your underwear in a second before sitting back on his chest. It’s not fast enough apparently, when his strong arms hook under your legs and pull you directly on top of his lips.

Your breath got stuck into your throat. The mere feeling of his hot breath on your skin caused ripples of heat from your abdomen to your fingertips. You’ve always had orals before, it was something he’d never forget, yet there was something about sitting on top of his face that got you aroused more than ever.

“Go any slower and I would’ve thought you’d want to back out.”

“Not my fault. You’re so impatient.”

“A pretty girl sat on top of me, naked and wet, begging to be devoured. Do you think I’d ignore you, mi bella esposa?”

His dark voice, along with his fogged red eyes staring at you through his eyelash sent shivers down your spine, cheeks flushing beet red. You almost slapped the growing smirk off of his face at your flustered state.

“You’re so annoying.”

“And you smell absolutely delicious.”

His arms locked around your thighs and you immediately knew you were done.

His tongue felt like silk gliding through your folds before rolling your clit in figures of eight. You sighed, throwing your head back as pleasure slithered down your spine at his every exhale fanning your skin.

There was something about the stings his stubbles brings as it scratches your skin along with the stimulation of his tongue that drive you crazy.

You swear you’re not a masochist by any means, yet when it comes to Miguel, every joy, sadness, pain and pleasure felt like a reward from the high heavens that you couldn’t help but accept with gratitude.

Your hand found stability in his dark locks, pulling and tugging his head closer to your heat, causing him to groan, the vibration seeping into your bones.

His hands roamed your body as if desperate to find a treasure in the unknown, nails dragging the skin from your back and down to the globes of your ass. The sting they left in their wake stirs your nerves awake, the pain mixing in with pleasure. You sighed, falling to lean on the piles of pillows as you dragged your clit with the point of his tongue.

Miguel wandered lower, tongue rolling around the rim of your entrance, sending electric jolts down your legs. You shivered as the sensation of his fangs rubbing against your folds, always so close yet so far away.

You gasped when the appendage plunged into your entrance, his large nose pushing into your clit as he pulled you closer to his face.

“Fuck…!”

“You taste divine.” He groaned. “Give me more.”

Bringing his hand down hard onto your ass, you whined. The stinging pain it left had your body singing for more and you knew Miguel was aware of the effect it has on you with how hard you clench on his silky appendage.

“Move.”

“Huh?”

Another sharp slap echoed in the living room, harder than the one earlier and you cried, hips stuttering forward on his flattened tongue.

“Ride me, cariño. Like you’ve always wanted.”

And you swear you’ve never heard anything more romantic than that.

With a smidge of hesitance, fearing you’d suffocate him, you rolled yourself on his tongue, eyes locked onto his darkened ones that dripped with desire. Still unsatisfied, his hand lands another hit on your skin and you move more desperately against him.

You cry as he starts to pick up the pace of his tongue, putting pressure onto your bead and shaking his head aggressively underneath you. He swats you once more when your hips stutter from the stimulation before clawing your flesh and grounding you further into his mouth.

“Harder.”

“I’m trying—Ah!”

Sneaking a hand below, he immediately inserts two digits inside of you. He spared no time hastening the speed of his thrusts while licking enthusiastically onto your clit making your eyes roll back.

Chasing the pleasure his fingers and mouth offered you, your hips rolled uncontrollably against his face. The obscene squelch echoing in the room would have embarrassed you, yet you couldn’t find it in you to flush.

The tight knot in your abdomen tightens as heat explodes from your chest and reaches down the tips of your limbs. You couldn’t do anything but cry as you tether closer to nirvana.

“I-I’m close.”

“Come for me, mi vida. Give it to me. I want it all.”

With his grounding arm reaching up to rake through your back along with his fingers and tongue, the knot unfurls and you come with a cry.

Suddenly, he had both arms wrapped around your waist, preventing you from fluttering away from his ministrations. You gasped and pushed at his head but he paid no heed to them, rolling and shaking his tongue onto your clit as if trying to coax another climax from you.

“Miguel…!”

His nails digging into your flesh was the only answer you received and maybe the tug on his lips at your trembling thighs as well. It didn’t take long before pain started to blur with pleasure and your hips rocked against his tongue despite the protest of your heat with one hand tugging on his hair and the other holding on for dear life onto the headboard.

You didn’t have the mind to worry about his nose being blocked by your mon pubis, focused solely on your orgasm. With how he ground your hips onto his lips, you knew he didn’t mind.

And with a weak shout, you unravel, flesh and bones, on top of him. There’s a sound of something breaking in the haze, but paid no heed to it as you fall bonelessly onto the mattress. Miguel pulls away, gasping for air just as you turn to face the ceiling.

Your arousal drenching his face evoked something feral within you, the simmering desire in your stomach stirring awake once more. His eyes turned to the headboard and chuckled, reaching over to run his fingers over the dent with amusement dancing in his eyes.

“I guess a Spider-Man will always be a Spider-Man.”

“Oh shut up.” You groaned, chucking a pillow on his face.

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roseychains · 8 months ago

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Bone jaw٫ could you maybe pretty please do a thick thigh reader with jk men 👉👈 smut of fluff doesn't matter to me cause all I want is to finally see a thick thigh reader cause I never do its fine if you dont tho thanks for doing/considering this!

Jjk men with a reader with thick thighs ~

A/n: I’m literally sobbing I accidently clicked out of this tab and it erased everything I had done 😕 it’s okay tho I rewrote it all

C/w: everything is fluffy. Maybe slightly suggestive in getos & toji? But nothing smutty.

Bonus Gojo smut at the end, c/w: written by a minor, thigh fucking, somno but he wakes you up to ask for consent. Needy Gojo.

Gojo: his love language is physical touch. He can’t keep his hands off you, esspecially your thighs. The bigger the better, I can imagine him using your thighs as pillows. Being a jujutsu sorcerer is stressful and tiring, and being the strongest, naturally he has to take on the most begrudging tasks. Everyone has their own way to desensitize after a long day. His method just so happens to be falling asleep on his gorgeous wifes thighs while she plays with his hair. It’s just so comforting to him, a change of pace from his otherwise violent day.

Geto: geto is obsessed with your body. Especially your supple thighs. He’s handsy, and finds them incredibly attractive. He also finds himself unable to look away from him, he can’t help it. One of his favorite things is making out with you while your straddle his lap and your thighs rest on either side of his waist. It drives him insane, being able to hold not one but both of your lovely thighs in his hands while he kisses you.

Nanami: this man is such a provider, he can’t help but keep a gentle hand resting on your large thigh at all times. Sitting at a restaurant? His hand is on your thigh. Being his passenger princess? His hand is on your thigh. It’s not rough, just enough pressure for him to feel your skin and you to feel his hand. He wants you with him 24/7, and having his hand on you is a relief. He knows your right next to him, safe.

Toji: this man can pick you up and throw you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. And to him, you do. But one of his favorite things about carrying you in such a manor is your thighs draped over his abdomen. He will grab you buy the thighs and support you buy the thighs anytime he’d holding you. Be that pinning you against the wall, princess carrying you, or thrown over his shoulder, he’s holding you by your thighs.

Choso: he’s a big sensory guy. Whenever you guys are just laying around cuddling, he will poke and hold your thighs. He loves the way your skin feels to his fingers, how soft and pliant your thighs are, a nice contrast to all the sharp and rough feelings in the world. He’s fascinated , almost, absolutely lost in though when he’s touching your thighs. Start stroking his hair and he’s asleep. He’s just so cute

Bonus Gojo smut ~

Waking up in the middle of the night, with his cock throbbing in his boxers, he’s just so happy his lovely wife is beside him, wiling to help. He doesn’t want to wake you though or make you put in any work this time at night, so an idea pops into his head.

Rolling over and crawling on top of you, he’s pushing your hair gently away from your face, gently tapping your head till you squint your eyes open. “Pst.. I know it’s late, but I’m really fucking horny. Do you mind if I use your thighs?”

It takes you a minute to process what he just said, but after you understand what he’s saying, you nod your head, about to get up when he pushes you back down “nonono go back to sleep, I’ll be so gentle and quite you won’t even hear or see me. Please go back to sleep baby, I don’t need you to life a finger.” Leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“Mmm are you sure baby? I don’t helping” he nodded his head, cupping your face. “Your the sweetest love, but yes I’m sure. I don’t need an ounce of effort on your part, now go back to sleep sleeping beauty~” you nodded, closing your eyes and turning back to your side.

He returns to your back side, quickly freeing his member from his boxers, jerking himself a few times before lining himself up with your thighs, gently sliding his cock inbetween your plush thighs.

He began thrusting slowly, his tip poking out through your thighs, right over your panty covered clit. He kept his voice down, letting our soft moans as he pushed in and out of the space.

His thrusts sped up, rutting into the space between your thighs, needy hands grabbing your hips pulling himself as close to you as he could, and after a few, sloppy thrusts, he’s spitting thick ropes of cum out from between your legs, landing on the sheets and of course your thighs.

He puts his cock back in his boxers, pulling your body close to his, wrapping your body up in his, spooning you. Thinking to himself, “Eh. I’ll change the sheets in the morning.”

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raitonsfw · 11 months ago

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Can I request Gojo with a gn/fem!s/o who secretly has a dom side, and tries to very subtly body worship him? 😂 They like, stroke his hand with their thumb, gently squeeze his thigh, rest their hand on his lower back, etc, and gojo picks up on it at some point. This man is just too beautiful to not be body worshipped imo. 😍

𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋, 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 | 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞

synopsis: the tales of clueless Gojo Satoru, blinded by the stereotypical roles of a relationship until he just... gets it. ft; your dominance.

warnings: 18+ mdni, extremely suggestive, gn!reader, dom!reader, clueless!gojo, allusion to smut, hand holding, sweet treats, protective!reader, gojo and reader are dating, body worship (gojo's).

a/n: tis a teeny tiny drabble but i swear i have loads more gojo content coming! i do hope you like it regardless! i spent half of this just fangirling over the damn man i swear, he makes me feel things frfr. 🧡🧡 wc: 900ish. m.list

now playing: i am my own muse by fall out boy

divider credit: @benkeibear

You make damn sure you take good care of Gojo Satoru, but it tends to go unnoticed by his overly animated personality. But the instances where he looks at you with a smile plastered on his face, you could push it aside. There was something about him that made you want to keel over and worship the ground he walked on. But, he didn’t need to know.

He didn’t need to know the way your heart does backflips when his back stiffens as you place your slim hand against the small of his back, pushing him further along the path you two strided along. You’d continue talking nonchalantly and he’d peered down at you through the side of his sunglasses, a clean smile cutting through the lustful tension that wafted between you two. And your hand wouldn’t leave his lower back until you two made it safely up the stairs you had climbed upon, rubbing circles into the divet right above the swell of his ass. He thought nothing of it of course, just an intimate gesture between two lovers.

You knew not to go too far, after all, it was for your pleasure. The indulgence of knowing only you could make him feel like this, the wanting of something more he had no idea of. He would’ve never guessed you to be such a dominant person, your demeanor only showing the basic people pleaser that highlighted their days with a marker to pass the time. You’re so grateful to just be around him, the light enraptured his best features on even the darkest of days and you have to hold back the compliments that showered your mind as you two had been in the presence of other Jujutsu High staff.

But, in private you had no filter with the compliments that came pouring from your mouth. ‘Oh, Satoru, you look so nice today,’ paired with a slight nuzzle within his hair as he sat on the sofa watching a show. He doesn’t think anything of it, as per usual, because he’s so wrapped up in the show that he barely registered you behind him. Or when he’s off to bed and the fucker goes to sleep in only his boxers and you’re cooing at him ‘all for me, -toru?’ like you just couldn’t help yourself, he’s got you wrapped around his finger.

He’ll respond with a snort as he slips into the sheets, his figure prominent underneath and you really can’t help yourself now as you climb on top of him. Your hands go straight to his face, holding his cheeks in your hands as you stare into his eyes, the dizzying blue staring back with slyness as his own hands grab you by your waist. You wanted to see him quiver underneath you, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth practically drooling pleas as you devote yourself to him. You wanted his pretty voice hitched up an octave as you slide your hand down his broad chest, tracing every single muscle with the tip of your finger with a dip into the crevices of his pelvic bone. And when you reach the waistband of his boxers, the fantasy’s over as he rolls you over to pin you underneath him. What a pity.

The next day you’d be standing next to a pastry stall with Gojo, licking at the sweet tooth he had. You’d buy him his sweets and he’d happily accept them from you, unaware of the reason why you even bought them for him in the first place. You watched as he would nibble at either macaroons or a small candy piece and his entire body would loosen from the taste of the treat, you loved seeing him relax from the smallest of things. He was quite easy to please.

On the way back to the school, he’d take your hand and your tummy would fill with butterflies. You sought to protect him from anything that came his way and you stroked his hand with the pad of your thumb whilst nothing but loving thoughts filled the spaces within your mind. You’re not sure if Gojo noticed because you did it so subconsciously, but he did; he also noticed as you gripped his hand tighter amongst the crowd you two pushed your way through.

And then when you’re both seated in front of Itadori later on in the day, his brain would short circuit as your hand reached underneath the table to rest on his thigh. In the smack dab middle of talking to the pink haired boy too, your fingers dug their way into his inner thigh and you squeezed it tenderly; you honestly didn’t expect his voice to become so high as he gripped the table to collect himself. He coughed out an apology and Itadori just tilted his head, unaware of what had happened. Gojo’s cheeks had flushed and it was so obvious with his complexion, the redness had seeped its way to his neck and all you did was cross your legs with poise, humming in satisfaction.

You watched as the gears eventually locked into place, as the light bulbs flickered on one by one, as the missing piece of the puzzle that he so desperately wanted to finish found its way into the picture. He figured it out, the subtleness of your control and it was game over.

Or more like game on as he kneeled in front of you with his tongue out that night, begging, practically gagging for you to press up against his mouth.

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skellseerwriting · 2 months ago

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What They Gift You

Featuring: The Fab Five

(Can be read as romantic)

Content and Warnings: fluffy and lighthearted, platonic affection, animal bones/pieces, Hook’s vainness

Tw for the color pur**

Morgie:

What he finds:

He’s a very outdoorsy guy, so he often finds things in nature he brings back to you

Can range from tiny rocks, to berries and beautiful flowers, to things as cool as deer antlers

As soon as he finds them he’s rushing to get to you, sometimes whilst covered in dirt and mud (because he can’t always get something the first try without getting a little messy), all so he can see the look on your face when you see what he found for you

What he buys:

Loves getting you cool scarves so you can match with him

This sometimes extends to things like his snake jewelry

Particularly for you though, he’s taken to purchasing cool, fancy hats you can style with your outfits

Non-tangible gifts:

Loves helping you with clothes; giving tips, tricks and advice, and especially styling you himself. Always compliments how you look no matter what though

Loves giving hugs, no matter what you’re doing. You could be in the middle of delicately making a potion and he’d tackle you from behind; then the potion messes up and explodes, burning your eyebrows off

Will help you out with anything. Uli isn’t the only person he does it for. You’re not even struggling and he still pops up, asking you if there’s anything he can do

James Hook:

What he finds:

Whenever he goes on long exhibitions with his ship, he always makes sure to find stuff specially for his friends

Often times it’s riches like pearls, coins, and gems (which he’s swears aren’t cursed, but you never fully believe him)

He also likes to gift ornate daggers and knives from the treasure he finds; stuff the school would confinscate (because they’re weapons)

Hell usually come across something that reminds him of his adventure, so he loves giving it to you to remind you of him when he’s gone again

What he buys:

This man doesn’t buy anything unless it’s with stolen goods

And he doesn’t like to buy what he can steal himself (only from big/rich businesses though)

When he’s traveling he’ll pay for exotic fabrics and goodies from vendors and stalls; pretty little handmade things that will last a long time

One of his favorites though is exotic fruits that will turn ripe on the journey home, so you can eat the delicious fruit immediately

Non-tangible gifts:

Time aboard The Jolly Roger teaching you things; like how to steer the ship, or what to do if you instantly find yourself surrounded by sirens and where’s the nearest beeswax you can find

Every once in a while, he’ll have you join him on a mini adventure and travel to wherever your heart contents (usually for holidays and your birthday)

And of course: letting you gaze upon his gorgeous face for free <3

Maleficent:

What she finds:

Only really gets out to terrorize nearby towns, so it’s only there (and school grounds) that she finds gifts for her friends

You’d think the pirate is the plunderer but it’s the dragon

She just finds random things and yoinks them. “Mine now” (this includes students’ school supplies)

Is particularly attracted to shiny objects though, so expect a lot of those (she’s just like a magpie)

“What is this?” “A pen cap” ��Why did you grab it?” “It was shiny”

What she buys:

Doesn’t have money

StealsBorrows money from Hook (“He has plenty”)

Prefers to treat her friends with services rather than goods. Like an ice cream parlor or a food struck

Is insistent she pays, and gives you a deathglare if you so much as think to suggest otherwise

Non-tangible gifts:

Maleficent is really good at hair (with magic. You don’t except her to do it with those nails do you?), so she loves styling your hair (unless it’s barely a few inches long. That she can’t work with)

Loves to decorate certain parts of the body (like how she does with her horns and the gems at the top). Will bedazzle Hook’s hook, Uli’s shell necklace, Morgie’s snake tattoo, and Hade’s dog chain. So, she also likes to do it for some part of you too

Helps you day to day with little pieces of magic to make things easier, such as anti-clumsiness. Feeling nervous about something? Anti-sweat hex. Didn’t sleep well? Rejuvenation spell

Hades:

What he finds:

Much like Morgie, he’s outdoors a lot in nature. But he’s not interested in the living things there…

He learned a certain kind of tracking with his abilities; it helps him find animal corpses and skeletons. He likes to collect pieces. His favorite are claws, teeth, feathers, and bird skulls

These are what he likes giving to you (after sanitizing them of course) to decorate and place in your dorm

if it’s fall weather he particularly likes to press flowers and collect dead leaves to gift you

What he buys:

Really likes pomegranates for some reason. Is giving them to you every week (you like them though so you don’t question it). He regularly gets money from souls in the underworld who don’t have a use for it anymore, so that’s how he buys them

Another is vinyl records (he misses old fashioned stuff like that, so he’s glad you appreciate his “old” tastes), so he tries to find songs he thinks you would like to listen to

Any kind of band merch, he buys it for you. Graphic teas, posters, mugs, you name it; he’s getting it for you. Doesn’t matter if it’s cheesy, overrated, bad, or metal, he’s getting it for you

Non-tangible gifts:

Tickets to concerts (usually rock, metal, and rave ones). You all usually go as a group depending on who’s playing. Almost always front row tickets (he won’t reveal how he does it)

Karaoke night. Just you two. You’re both screaming your lungs out until 3 in the morning while the students nearby try and fail to tune you out

Lets you roast marshmallows with his hair (don’t get it stuck in his hair or he’ll stop letting you)

Uliana:

What she finds:

Many things ocean related (she wants you to appreciate her home place). This includes shells, dried out sand dollars and sea stars, shark teeth, and pieces of coral

Her favorite is when she finds giant clams deep in the sea, so she can bring them back and you can open it together and find beautiful pearls

She can also be a bit of a dirty ocean trash panda. Sometimes she brings you organic things like wet seaweed or algae and you’re not quite sure what she expects you to do with it

What she buys:

Loves buying seafood for you (since she buys some for herself). Especially crab leg (it’s her favorite). Nothing with octopus, squid, or cuttlefish though

Dark and magical artifacts are another fascination for her, so she loves getting things for you that she thinks you’ll like. Maybe you shouldn’t activate them though…

Whether you’re into magic or Uli’s just projecting, she buys you spell books (and other things to perform magic). This is one of the pretenses she uses to hang out with you and practice magic

Non-tangible gifts:

If you’re ever working on a potion, she just absolutely has to help you. However, she always gets carried away and forgets it’s your potion, so you have to remind her

She doesn’t enjoy getting hair and nails done by herself (bbg has separation issues), so she pays for services for you to. You’re not necessarily getting the same work done as her; it can just be a facial or a simple manicure

If someone threatened you/ hurt you, you can bet she’s immediately planning revenge. There’s no stopping her now; it’s just a matter of when and how. No one can save that poor unfortunate soul…

Taglist:

@lesbpotmurdocklokistan @mushroomdemon9 @brokenmilkcrates @little-teacupss @eretsupremacy89 @leoisbabygirl

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rallentando1011 · 10 months ago

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Hello! Can I plz request the ROTTMNT turtles reacting to their s/o being girly? Their s/o is very hygienic, smells good all the time, their skin glows, their hair is always done perfectly, they wear beautiful and cute clothes, their nails are always done perfectly. They also love to collect plushies, bake and cook in their free time, and they also love donating to charities and shelters.

First request done! I really enjoyed this one, and hope you do, too! Thanks for the request <3

My guidelines for requests can be found here

ROTTMNT Turtles with a Feminine Reader

Word Count: 1410

Donnie:

Donnie is always one to appreciate when great levels of detail are paid attention to

With that in mind, he loves how on top of your game you are when it comes to which body washes and sprays you use i.e. how gosh dang delectable you smell

He would definitely probe about which products you use under the guise of an educational survey just in case he ever wants to try them out

Although he tries to remain vigilant, he takes a few days to notice when your nails change

Completely out of the blue, he takes your hand, examines your nails, gives them a nod of approval, just as abruptly goes back to whatever he was doing

Now, not to imply that he would ever condone stealing, but if you ever wear an extremely cute top or dangly jewelry, especially if it’s purple, the next time he’s at your place it’s definitely going missing

Some of your sprays also go missing

“Really? Your favorite spray and your favorite sweater went missing on the same day? While I was over? Nope. Drawing a blank. Must’ve been some other teenage mutant ninja Donnie.”

They’ll probably turn back up eventually

Initially, he’ll frequently yet quietly compliment your hair, but after a while of knowing you it’ll become commonplace for your hair to look amazing, his compliments more sparse

Doesn’t mean he’ll ever stop, though

Donnie doesn’t collect plushies, only having a few he’s gotten from his brothers over the years, but he does admire your tenacity

He also appreciates laying on your plushies if they happen to be bunched into a pile

If you’re baking with him in the room, it’ll be typical for you to be whipping something up and him to walk by and swipe some of it

Yes, it irks you, and yes, he’s tried to stop, but he subconsciously just snags some of whatever you’re making as he passes through

He likes measuring things out, however, so it’s not like he only taste-tests your food

He greatly appreciates when you bring him anything you make

It’s easy to lose track of time while working in the lab, so any confections you bring him are an excellent reprieve from whatever combination of energy drinks, tea, and snacks he’s been subsisting off of

Donnie is a highly ambitious person when it comes to his passions (e.g. inventing, conducting experiments, gaming), so when he hears about the time and money you donate to shelters and charities, he’s zealous to support you in it

Almost immediately he offers to accompany you and help out in any way he can

Don’t expect him to pitch in monetarily, though; his money’s strictly committed to his scientific endeavors

That doesn’t mean he won’t make anything to help out

If you need anything donated or can think of a gadget that could help out, he’s your guy

At the end of the day, he’s just in awe of the awesome things you do and how amazing you are while doing them

Mikey:

Mikey is not a man to hold anything back

So you’d better be prepared for a barrage of compliments every time you see him

He’ll be giving you a simultaneously squishy and bone crushing hug while pouring over every detail of your outfit

“Ooh, you smell great! Is that vanilla? Ohmigosh, your hair! I love it! It’s so you- and your shirt! Where’d you get it?”

He could continue this for hours if you let him

Mikey is one to play with your hair if he is able to without messing up your hairstyle

It’s just so much fun for him to braid some strands, pull another into a bun, then take it all down, run his fingers through it, and do it all again

If you want, he’ll help you design and make clothing

Or, at the very least, paint on it

He loves using vibrant colors in his drawings and while spray painting graffiti around the sewers, so you can expect numerous colorful additions to your closet

He also pays attention to which outfits you wear most frequently and makes rubber band bracelets that coincide with them

Mikey can and will individually hug and nuzzle each of your plushies

That is a threat and a promise

As an avid baker and chef himself, this little guy is absolutely ecstatic that you enjoy it too!

You’re more experimental in your cooking endeavors? He’s down to clown and mess around with flavor combinations

You’re a little more technical with what you make? That’s great, too! He’s got croissant and baklava recipes he’s been dying to try out and would gladly accept the company

Whatever foundations or activities you’ve committed yourself to, be certain that he’ll join and/or support you in all of them

Leo:

Leo notices anytime you switch which products or sprays you use, barely repressing the urge to comment on and compliment the delightful scent of each

Would it be weird to say you smell nice? Probably, he assumes

He’ll just keep that comment in his head

Leo asks you what your skin care routine is, compares it with his own, and takes notes

He’s got to make sure his stripes stay vibrant and glowing

When your hairstyle allows for it, he likes to play with your hair

Bro makes the worst braids you’ve ever seen in your life but at least he tried

He’s definitely a matching outfit coordinator

Your outfits are fly, his outfits are fly, why not put the two together?

He will compliment your nails, secretly hoping that you take the hint and offer to paint his the same way

“I like your nails.”

*silence*

“How do you think that pattern would look on three fingers?”

He recognizes that you might not want to mess up your nails while doing his, but he also really wants matching sets

At first when he sees your extensive plushie collection, he tries to act cool, nonchalant

However, if you have any unicorn ones by any chance, he automatically drops the act and is adopting that plush

It’s his child now. That’s just how it is

The extent of his baking assistance is as a taste-tester

Cooking, though, is another story

Want ingredients chopped or minced? He’ll have them ready in an unbelievably short amount of time

Mixing things? He loves it

Pretty much whatever you ask him to help with, he’s on it

Same goes for volunteering at organizations and charities

Whatever you need, be it assistance or just someone to chat with, he’s there for you

Raph:

Raph gets very bashful when giving you compliments, but he does it anyway

It’s very obvious that you put a lot of energy into how you feel, how you look, and what you do, so it feels like his responsibility to show his admiration of your effort

Whether he’s pointing out how nice your hair looks or saying how pretty your outfit is, he’s scratching the back of his neck shyly and his face probably looks as red as his mask

“I- er, your, uh, you look really nice today… Not that you don’t every day! I- You understand what Raph’s tryna say here, right?”

He’s not used to receiving compliments, no less giving them, but as it was mentioned before, he pretty much has to

Self care days together sound great to Raph

Just you and him, putting on pajamas, wearing facemasks, painting your nails, preferably watching wrestling matches but animated, Jupiter Jim, or Lou Jitsu movies are also acceptable, seems like a dream to him

Being a plushie aficionado, Raph will eagerly ask for all of your stuffed animals’ names, backgrounds, anything, really, and will just as eagerly listen to you describe them

Ask him to have a plushie play date, and you’re done for

He will spontaneously combust (good connotation) and will show up with his collection of teddy bears

Though he’s not much of a baker himself, he will gladly accept any confections you make for him

Just don’t make him anything with peanuts

He is allergic, and he would be distraught to have to decline something you offer him because of his allergy

Raph values everything you do to promote a positive change in the world

It’s something he really cares about, one of the reasons he fights to stop crime in the first place, and he loves that you share that same spirit

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alisonsfics · 1 year ago

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off limits - part one

pairing: brother’s best friend!henry cavill x reader

summary: henry was best friends with your brother, theo, which meant despite the clear chemistry between you two, you both had chosen to not date

part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 coming soon

word count: 2.8k

You and Henry had a very complicated relationship. One that could not be explained without a bit of backstory. So, let’s start there…

Henry was best friends with Theo, your brother. You and Henry weren’t friends, but you were pretty friendly with each other. You had spent plenty of time together, but only with your brother around.

Henry and Theo had met in college and remained very close even as Henry started acting and gaining more fame, which brings the story to the night of Theo’s birthday party.

Theo always loved to go all out for his birthday. This year, he had rented out a rooftop lounge, which was the perfect location for all the people he invited.

You were currently waiting in the elevator, as it took up to the roof. You smoothed out your dress that you had picked for the occasion. It was a short little black dress that made you feel super confident.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little attracted to Henry. He was a very handsome man, but it was just a little crush that you never intended to act upon. He was your brother’s best friend, which made it so much more complicated.

The elevator dinged as you reached the top floor. The doors slowly opened, and as if your life was a movie, Henry was standing in front of the doors.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you looked at him. He had a white button up shirt on, with some basic black dress pants. He had no reason to look so good in such a simple outfit, but his shirt perfectly outlined his muscles. Let’s just say, you definitely noticed.

“Oh hey, you look great.” He said, lighting up as he saw you. You smiled shyly, “thank you, so do you.”

You stepped out of the elevator, and he stuck his hand out to hold it open. “I have to run down to my car for something, but I’ll be back.” He told you, smiling. You nodded your head. “Okay, I’ll see you up here.” You told him, walking away.

The elevator brought you to a little lobby room that had a few benches and the bathrooms. You looked around and spotted the door to the rooftop.

As you walked out the door, your ears were met by the loud sound of the dj. You took a second to look around and admire all the decorations. There was a dj, a dance floor, a buffet, a bar, and even a photo booth.

The whole place was decorated with silver and gold decorations. You suspected your brothers fiancé, Sarah, had helped him with the decorations.

You surveyed for a second, trying to find somebody that you knew. You spotted Sarah standing a table eating some food. You walked over towards her, smiling and waving once she spotted you.

“Oh, you look so beautiful,” she complimented, pulling you into a hug. You thanked her and then returned the compliment. “The party looks amazing by the way, I assume you helped with the planning.” You told her.

She laughed and nodded her head. “Yep. I love your brother to death, but he doesn’t have a single planning bone in his body.” She told you, causing you both to laugh.

“So, where is the birthday boy?” You asked her. She scanned behind you for a second, and then let out a giggle. “I honestly don’t even have a clue. He went off to say hi to some people and he’s been gone for a while.” She said.

Your brother was not a planner, but he was definitely a people person and also the live of the party. “I’m sure he’ll turn up somewhere. I mean, we know he can’t resist a buffet.” You joked.

“That’s true. Oh, actually, I think I see him over there. I’ll be right back.” She said, excusing herself and walking over to your brother. As you expected, he was chatting with a bunch of his high school friends.

“There you are,” you heard someone say behind you, causing you turn around. You saw Henry standing there with two drinks in his hand. “A tequila sunrise is still your drink of choice, right?” He asked, handing you a glass.

You felt your heart melt over the fact that somehow over the years he had memorized your drink order.

“Yes, it is, but Henry, you didn’t have to buy me a drink. I feel bad,” you told him. He shook his head as he took a sip of his drink. “Don’t even worry about it, it’s fine,” he assured you.

You frowned at him, but he expected it. He knew you had always been stubborn, but it never stopped him. “You sure I can’t pay you back?” You double checked, already knowing the answer. He shook his head again.

“Fine, but I’m buying the next round.” You told him. He knew not to push his luck any further and agreed. “So, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a while. Didn’t you just finish filming that movie?” You asked him.

He nodded his head. “Yep, we just finished shooting last week. I’m gonna miss it, but it’s nice to just relax for a little bit.” He explained.

“Well, I can’t wait to see it. I’m sure it will be amazing.” You complimented him. He raised an eyebrow and looked at you like you were speaking another language. “What?” You asked, giggling at the perplexed look on his face.

“You actually watch my movies?” He asked you, still looking stunned. You let out a laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean? Am I not allowed to watch them?” You asked, still amused.

He quickly shook his head. “No no, I’m just flattered is all.” He explained. You could feel your cheeks heat up. THE Henry Cavill was flattered because you watched his movies.

“Well don’t go and get an ego now, we don’t need you getting a big head.” You teased him. He let out a soft chuckle. “I promise.” He assured you.

You couldn’t get the smile off of your face, and you felt like a giddy teenager.

Then, you felt two hands grab your shoulders, causing you to jump. You turned around to see Theo standing behind you. “Happy birthday,” you said, smiling and pulling your brother into a hug.

Then, he moved to Henry and gave him a hug as well. “So, you keeping my baby sister entertained?” Theo teased. You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Oh shush, I’m two years younger than you.” You said, playfully nudging Theo with your arm.

You both may have been full grown adults, but you could never get rid of your big brother, little sister dynamic.

“She’s been keeping me company.” Henry said, smiling as he looked at you.

“Yeah, we were just talking about how your birthday parties have gotten so much better since Sarah started helping you plan them.” You teased. Theo jokingly scoffed, pretending to be offended. “You’re lucky I’m in a really good mood,” he told you.

“And why’s that?” You asked, cautious of his answer. “Well, mom may have let it slip to grandma that you broke up with Andrew.” He told you, holding back a laugh. Your jaw dropped as you felt the panic set in.

“Oh god, now I’m gonna get the when I was your age, I was married and had three children already talk.” You said, sighing. This earned a laugh from both Theo and Henry. “Yep, good luck with that. Love you,” Theo said, walking away to go mingle with more people.

You turned back to face Henry. “Andrew was the guy who wore too much plaid, right?” Henry asked. You couldn’t help but giggle as you nodded your head. “Yeah, he was the one at that barbecue my mom had. I think you met him.” You told him.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked, referencing the breakup. You nodded your head. “Yeah, I’m doing okay. I mean, I really liked him, up until he started flirting with a bunch of women in front of me.” You explained.

Henry nodded his head, understanding. “Well, it sounds like you dodged a bullet. You can do better than some douchebag.” He told you, placing his hand on your forearm and rubbing his thumb back and forth. You weren’t ashamed to admit that you got butterflies as he comforted you.

Then, to perfectly interrupt the sweet moment, Henry’s phone started ringing. “Excuse me, it’s my mom. I need to take this.” He politely excused himself.

You spotted some people across the party that you knew through Theo and started to walk towards them. Then, you made eye contact with your grandmother. She made a beeline straight for you.

“Hi, grandma. It’s so nice to see you,” you said, giving her hug as you prepared for the oncoming speech. “Hello there, sweetie. Your mother mentioned that you broke up with your boyfriend.” She said, wasting no time.

“Yes, I did.” You admitted, taking a deep breath before her lecture began. She began rambling and covered all the topics: how you had no boyfriend, how your brother was getting married and you weren’t, and even prodding you to get busy and have kids.

You sat there, silently nodding as continued rambling, barely taking a breath. Over her shoulder, you noticed Henry talking to a friend. You both locked eyes.

Your facial expression must have made it clear you were miserable because you saw him chuckle to himself. You focused back on your grandmother, but you had started to zone out the words she was saying.

You snapped back into reality when you felt a hand on your arm. You realized Henry was standing next to you. “Excuse me, can I borrow her for a moment?” Henry said, looking at your grandmother. Her eyes lit up as her mind ran wild, thinking there was something romantic going on between the two of you.

“Yes, of course.” She said, smiling. Henry continued to hold onto your arm as he led you over to the bar. You both reached the bar, and you turned to face him. “Thank you so much, you are my savior. I swore she was going to keep talking forever.” You said, holding onto both of his hands.

He chuckled. “You’re welcome. I’ve become pretty familiar with the family interrogation about your love life.” He told you. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him. “You expect me to believe that you’re single?” You asked, shocked.

A smile slipped onto his face. “And the flattery continues, you might be a little too dangerous for my ego.” He told you. Just like that, the butterflies returned to your stomach. You lightly hit his arm. “You know what I mean. You just never think that movie stars have a hard time finding a girlfriend.” You explained.

Henry wasn’t done teasing you yet though. “I know it’s hard to believe that we’re just regular people,” he joked, in his most dramatic voice. You rolled your eyes as you giggled to yourself.

You waved down the bartender and ordered drinks for you and Henry. As you waited, you caught Henry staring at you. “What?” You asked, almost worried you had something on your face.

“I just realized that this is the first time we’ve ever spent time together, just the two of us.” He told you. You thought about it and realized he was right. “So, are you realizing you picked the wrong sibling to be best friends with and that I’m way more interesting than my brother?” You joked.

He chuckled and looked down at his feet. “You do make pretty good company. The two of us should hang out more.” He told you, honestly.

The bartender placed down your two drinks. Before Henry could attempt it, you handed the bartender some cash. You held up your finger, stopping Henry from protesting.

“I owe you for saving me back there.” You told him. He thanked you and held up his glass. You clinked your glass against his own. “To new beginnings,” you said, smiling.

You both took a sip from your drinks, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

You had always been attracted to Henry, but this was the first time you were realizing how fun he was to just spend time with.

Henry caught a glimpse of your grandmother walking towards you both. He quickly grabbed your wrist and led you around to the side of the bar where you both couldn’t be seen.

“Was she coming back?” You asked, knowing exactly why he had done what he did. He nodded his head. “I swear, that woman is 80 years old, but her vision is still good enough to find the one person avoiding her from across a party.” You said, laughing. Henry laughed at your joke, almost choking on his drink.

Nothing made you feel more confident than making Henry laugh. It made you feel invincible.

You noticed a gate that let you go to the backside of the bar. You grabbed Henry’s hand and pulled him behind you as you lightly pushed the gate open.

It revealed a whole back private part of the rooftop. There was one of those electric fire pits surrounded by chairs and some other places to sit scattered around. The area was completely empty of people.

You kept Henry’s hand in yours as you walked over to one of the loveseats that was next to the fire pit. You took a seat and Henry kneeled down to flip the switch on as the flames quickly appeared.

He stood up and then sat down next to you. You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. The fire provided a soft warmth that made you feel cozy.

You felt like your body was moving without your control as you leaned your head onto Henry’s shoulder. You didn’t know that Henry’s heart skipped a beat as you did it. He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous with the light from the fire reflecting on your face.

He moved his arm to rest it along the back of the seat. “It’s a really beautiful night.” You told him, admiring some of the stars in the sky.

“It is,” he agreed, “I’m glad I got to spend some time with you.” He let his arm move to wrap around your shoulders.

You were almost overwhelmed by the feeling of his arm wrapped around you and the smell of his cologne.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked, cautiously. You picked your head up from his shoulder to look him in the eyes. He moved his hand to rest on your thigh, sending goosebumps over your whole body.

Before he could even ask his question, you cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss. He wasted no time kissing you back. Within seconds, your hands were in his hair and his arms were wrapped around your waist.

His lips felt like heaven on yours. You hummed contently against the kiss, only encouraging Henry more. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, so you were straddling him.

You heard him groan against the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip.

You both seemed to have the same thought cross your minds at the same time, as you both pulled out of the kiss. You put your hands on his chest, keeping him from kissing you again.

“We shouldn’t,” you said, using all your effort to stop yourself. “I know.” He replied, simply.

You quickly got off his lap and stood up. “I should get going anyway. I have a flight to catch in the morning.” You said, trying to leave as soon as possible.

He stood up and grabbed your hand. “Wait, can I at least walk you to your car?” He asked you. You slowly nodded your head. He let go of your hand. Both of you knew exactly how complicated this was.

You both walked towards the elevators in silence. Neither of you said a word, until you got to your car.

You went to reach for your car door, but Henry stopped you. “Hey, I don’t want this to make things awkward between us.” He told you, honestly.

“What are we supposed to do? We both clearly like each other, but it would make things way too complicated with Theo.” You told him. He nodded his head. “I know that. Trust me, I wish you weren’t his sister. This would be so much easier. Can we at least just be friends?” He asked you.

You shrugged your shoulders, not knowing how to respond. “I don’t know, Henry. I don’t know if I can ignore the way I feel about you. We can’t let anything romantic happen between us, so it might be easier to not spend anytime together.” You told him.

He shook his head. “Neither of us want to avoid each other. We both get along really well, can we just try being friends?” He asked you. You thought about it for a second and eventually nodded your head.

“Have a safe flight tomorrow then,” he said, opening your door for you.

“Goodbye, Henry.” You said, smiling at him as you got in your car.

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skzstoryvault · 6 months ago

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If I Was Your Vampire (Hyunjin smut)

F!Reader x Hyunjin

Hyunjin has a biting kink, enmeshment, intensely felt and probably unhealthy emotions, Hyunjin is a romantic and a pervert, body fluids, shared horniness

This is in no way meant as a commentary on the real person Hyunjin. The persona he projects for us to enjoy is just so enticing and invites naughty fantasies.

The "you" used here is not generic, I'm using it to allow myself some immersion on later re-reads. I know that's selfish but isn't all the writing advice telling us to write what we want to read? If you still find something in here to like, all the better - I hope you enjoy it and have a good time.

Please be kind, this is my first story.

Please do not report this post. If it's not your thing, just scroll away.

If you're underage, please scroll on, there is nothing for you here.

Your beautiful, ethereal mate likes to bite. Sometimes you’re left alone with the doubt that he’s truly human, and in time, the doubt only grows.

A regular man would never be so smitten with you. With YOU - of all women. And never would he show it in such over the top ways.

His kisses turn to bites - soft ones, with plush lips wrapped over the sharpness of teeth, and then he cannot resist taking more. You give him everything, in every way he wants it. He is exquisite and mysterious like a work of art, and he’s in love with you. He prostrates himself before you, above you, between your thighs, leaving no nook or recess of your body unexplored. His love consumes you; he gnaws at your flesh, your skin, your bones like sacraments that can’t even begin to quench his fervour. He will have you sitting close by him when he paints, reaching for your hand and nipping at your fingertips even as he still focuses on his canvas. It often goes unfinished and ignored, as soon as Hyunjin gets a taste of your skin. Then his hunger surfaces and takes control, bringing him closer, making him zero in on you, long, deft fingers travelling across your skin, pulling you to where his lips, his tongue, his teeth can mark you to his heart’s contentment. It’s never enough for him - never with you. He lays you down on the plastic foil he spreads out on the floor to protect it from paint splatter; he spreads you open and makes room for himself inside you, a wounded animal-like growl escaping his lips when he bottoms out. “Trapped, my love,” he whines, and most of the time you’re not sure if he’s even being dramatic. The way his mouth stays on you, biting at your collarbones, the curves of your ribs poking through your skin in your arched position, the thin tissue of your nipples, which sends purified pleasure to your brain after panic, pain and pleasure mix at first - it’s like a drug, making you pliant and amenable to his needs. “So tight, it almost hurts. One day your hungry pussy will swallow my cock whole and not give it back. Unless I fuck it well and please it just enough to gain its mercy.” He whispers around a nipple, tongue circling it before he sucks it sharply. Your breasts are always full of bruises, small bite marks on the flesh and wine coloured blooms on your nipples from where Hyunjin brings the blood right beneath the surface of the thin skin. It is a view he gets off on so quickly.

“Am I fucking you good enough, my goddes?” He pleads. “Tell me, tell me what you desire.” He’s mad, but he’s pulled you into his madness, which is a much happier, more colourful world than your day-to-day. He tries to last, like every time, but then you take from him what you need, one hand buried in his hair, at the back of his head, the other squeezing a glute with splayed out, claw-like fingers.

“Hyune, let go, come with me,” you coax, knowing your peak is just around the corner. You’re drenched in his sweat and he’s no longer holding himself up, just his hips moving against you, his weight crushing you beneath him and bringing him impossibly deeper inside you. He doesn’t even have to think of touching your clit, not that he could with how close he welded his body to yours.

“F-fuck, I-I-I’m there, fu- ah, ah, come with me.” He pants out, incoherent and lost, blindly searching for one of your hands to twine your fingers with his. One more inhale, and the air filling your chest is the final push you need to fall apart too. “So tight, too tight, fuck-” Hyunjin whispers, almost sobbing the words out even as he empties himself in your depths. “My soul has left me.” You wrap your arms around him and pull him down, aligning his mouth with yours for a calming kiss, needing his mind to return and retake its seat in his body so that he can be back to his senses and in the world. It’s almost unsettling how much he lets fucking you rattle his entire being. But it’s been like this from the start, every act of intimacy to Hyunjin is of cosmic proportions. He sees himself like a monster man, a crazy, needy man who, like Prometheus, came to steal that which the gods keep for themselves and take for granted. It makes for mind-erasing, night-long sex and orgasms that rattle you both out of your hinges.

Every time, you’re both left having to return with baby steps to being human and your everyday, civilised form. Once the oxytocin tide Hyunjin has you drowning in recedes a bit, you become aware of the many spots of pain on your front, from your jaw to your pussy, and Hyunjin lazily takes a photo of the wine-coloured marks blooming right below your skin surface. He himself is filled with smudged paints, a cobalt blue streak on his forearm, some yellow on his hip, red on his shoulder, white smeared down the centre of his chest. His hair is a mess and he’s dripping with now cooling sweat.

“Does it hurt really badly, my love?” he asks, now subdued and repentant.

“No, just a little in many places. Enough to make me feel like I have you with me everywhere I go.” “I never want to hurt you, but… I get carried away, I can’t get enough of you.” “You never hurt me, Hyune. You never have to feel guilty for the pain you bring, because it only serves as a catalyst for more pleasure.”

“Good.” Hyunjin says, looking at the ceiling, having finally settled next to you, chest still heaving. “You are the only human I will ever be this close to. So I want to make sure I take you to see God every time I’m inside you, because you do that to me every time without fail. My beating heart.” You turn towards him, propping yourself up to lean over and kiss him.

One of his hands snakes its way down to your slit, fingers dipping between the lips.

“Fuck, you’re so wet and sticky.” Hyunjin gasps at his finding. “I best do something about that.”

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darksigns-exe · 8 months ago

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Softly Know Me - Nick Folio x Josie (OFC)

Paring: Nick Folio x Josie(OFC) Warnings: Swearing, Handjobs (M receiving), Oral Sex (M receiving) Word Count: 2.2k Note: This is my first time writing Folio, so please be patient with me. That being said: all bodies are beautiful and worthy of love.

Nick wakes to Josie’s hand slithering down his chest. Her touch is barely there, just enough to tease. It drifts across his belly and lower still. Part of him wants to stop her again. They’ve been here a couple of times. But he’s always shut her down – gently, but he can tell that it’s starting to wear her down.

He’s gotten her off with his hands and tongue, but never — it’s a little embarrassing. There just isn’t a lot there, and the last time he got this close to a girl, she practically fled at the sight of him. She’d up and left the hotel room as soon as he’d made her cum on his fingers, once again leaving him to deal with his needs on his own.

Nick’s quite alright with it on most days, it’s nothing he’s usually very shy about, but right now it feels awfully daunting. Things with Josie have been so good. It’s still new, but he’s hopeful. And he doesn’t want her to see him and suddenly realise that he isn’t man enough for her. He’s heard enough of that.

Nick steels himself as her hand drifts even lower. Her palm comes to cover the front of his boxers, and Nick waits for her to retract her hand again. But it never comes. Her hand rests there for a moment, before she finally gives a bit of pressure. It’s nauseating.

“Baby.” He hums, half as a warning and half out of pleasure.

She presses a kiss to his bare shoulder, “This okay?”

“Y-yes.”

He feels his breath catch in his throat when she presses against him a little firmer. She continues like this for what feels like ages. The touch of his own hand doesn’t compare to how it feels to have her touch on him. He lets out a sigh when she removes her hand from him and sits up.

“Can I see you?” She asks so softly.

He doesn’t have it in him to say no to her. Not when she’s been so gentle with him, makes him feel so safe. Nick knows that she won’t be mad if he says no. He’s stopped her before, and she’s never been upset. In retrospect, he does feel a little bad about how cagey he was about it all before.

But despite the little bit of fear that still bubbles up in his belly, Nick shuffles out of his boxers. He takes a deep breath before he pushes the duvet down, baring himself to her entirely.

She doesn’t flee, doesn’t sound surprised or shocked. Instead, she lets out a pretty little sigh, as she brings her hand to the top of his thigh.

“I want you to know that I don’t care that it’s not big or whatever. You’ve always made me feel so good, and I want to make you feel good, too.” She leans up to kiss him, all soft and sweet.

Heat rises in his chest. He doesn’t want to say no this time. He nods, not trusting himself to speak.

“Can I touch?” Josie asks, her face still laced with a faint trace of worry.

He gives a quiet yes in reply.

She kisses him again, and really, he doesn’t know why he’s been so hesitant before.

Josie trails her lips down his neck and chest, hands gentle drifting along his sides as she does. And to think that he’s been starving himself off something so indulgent. No one’s ever been so soft with him. It’s always been rushed and quick and over so soon. Josie takes her time descending down the length of his body. She gives him the same gentle touch that he’s awarded her before. And to be on the receiving end of something so gentle is a little dizzying.

Still, Nick can’t help himself. The nerves return when she reaches his belly. He feels his breath hitch with anxiety when she places a soft little kiss against his hip bone.

Josie looks up at him, “You don’t have to be nervous, baby.”

Her hand comes to rest against his waist. The weight and pressure of it soothes his nerves, at least a little.

“If you want to stop, tell me. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If it’s too much, let me know and we can stop. You’re in charge.”

“Please don’t stop.” He chokes out the words, forcing himself to look at her across the expanse of his body.

“Good.” she smiles up at him, before she presses another kiss to his belly.

Josie sits up again. The fabric of her sleep shirt rides up, putting her thighs on display for him. Memories of her thighs clamping down against the sides of his head rush through his mind, and he can almost feel his fingers digging into her skin.

His eyes press shut when her hand wraps around him. Despite the fact that her hand is quite a bit smaller than his, it still covers all of him.

It’s a little nauseating.

Josie’s hand feels so much softer around him, it’s warmer, too. She keeps her hand still for a moment while she lets him get used to the sensation. Her other hand still rests against his waist.

The time until she starts to move her hand feels eternal. Nick can’t stop himself from moaning when her thumb drifts across the head of his cock. He forces his eyes open, makes himself look at her, because he absolutely has to see her.

She briefly removes her hand from him to lick across her palm, and the motion makes him a little dizzy. Josie’s eyes are fixed on where her hand is wrapped around him. Her lips are parted just enough for him to see her tongue dart out to wet them.

It’s all so much. It’s not just that he isn’t really used to this kind of touch from someone else, but seeing her so evidently affected by it too makes him feel all sorts of things. Nick can just see her pressing her thighs together out of the corner of his vision. He’s seen her squirm like this before. She writhes so prettily for him when he has his lips on her neck and his fingers between her thighs. This is beyond his imagination.

She scoots back a little and while he’d love for her to remain as close as she’d been before, he has his hopes for what will come next. And she doesn’t disappoint.

She bends down, drags her tongue across the head of his cock. And if he weren’t so wound up already, he’d be embarrassed by the moan that falls from him. He feels her hand flex against his thigh in response. And when her lips wrap around him, he swears that his vision whites out for a moment. The wet warmth of her mouth is overwhelming. He hadn’t dared to imagine what it would feel like.

Nick brings a shaking hand into her hair. Most of it is still held up by the tie she’d wrought into it before they’d gone to bed, but a couple of the strands had long fallen free and now hang loosely around her face.

She looks up at him for a second, lips still around his cock. He really doesn't know what he’d been so scared of. Josie begins a slow up and down along his shaft. He can’t look away. The sight has him entirely entranced. No matter how overwhelming the feeling is, he doesn’t want to tear his eyes away from her.

He’d heard the others talk about it. Heard them boast about how good their girls were, and he’d always stayed silent, made vague allusions so that none of them would question it. Nick had never thought that it would actually be this good.

His grip in her hair tightens, as he tries to think of anything but how good her mouth feels on him. He tries to count the days he has left until they go on tour again, tries to remember the cities they’ll go to, just to draw it out a little bit longer. He’s sure that he’s long lost control of the words and sounds that escape him. Not that it matters.

It’s about then that Nick notices that her hand isn’t resting against his thigh any more. His eyes follow the line of her body, only to find her hand buried between her thighs. He can’t stop his hips from bucking up against her. She pulls off him, hand instantly coming to cover him again.

The breathless heaving of her chest makes him feel dizzier by the second. Her cheeks are flushed bright pink, lips spit-slicked, as her eyes find his.

“Good?” she asks, and the little glint in her eyes sends a shiver through him.

Nick draws in a deep breath, to steady himself, “More than good.”

Josie looks so pleased with herself.

The slow, teasing pace of her hand makes him feel as if he’s being pulled apart bit by bit.

“So fucking good.” he sighs.

His eyes rake across her body until he finds her hand still pressed against herself, “Do you want help with that?”

His hand finds her thigh, gently pressing into her skin to get to part them a little more. She scoots forward a bit, opening herself just a bit more for him. For a second, he watches fingers circling over her clit. He knows just how wet she gets when he plays with her like that. He crowds two fingers in next to hers, dipping them into her just enough to feel the pooling wetness. Josie makes a pretty little sound somewhere between a whine and moan.

He has to get a taste of her, has to feel her all pressed up against his face and tongue.

“Josie.” he digs his fingers deeper into the meat of her thigh, “Can I get a taste of you? Please baby.”

“This is supposed to be about you.” She scolds.

“And I want your pussy on my face.” Nick finally feels a bit of his confidence returning to him, “Come on, pretty girl. Let me taste you.”

“Be patient, honey. Let me take care of you first.” She smoothes her hand across his chest and tummy, “You can have whatever you want afterwards.”

She returns her attention to his aching cock. Before he knows it, her mouth is back on him. It’s so wet and warm and oh it’s so much. His head spins with it.

Nick doesn’t know how much longer he will last, not when her mouth feels this good around him. Her name is a prayer on his lips. Nick finds himself entirely lost in how she feels. He doesn’t know where to touch first, he wants to feel all of her. His hand roams across her back, gently urging her on.

His entire body feels as if it's cursing with electricity. Every fibre of his being stands on edge as he tumbles towards his climax. It hits him almost out of nowhere. The force and intensity of it is unlike anything he’s felt so far. He can feel his back lifting off the mattress as she works him through it so diligently. He feels his release spill across her tongue and worst of all he can see her swallow.

Nick can’t watch any more. His head drops back against the pillow as his eyes fall shut. His chest heaves with heavy breaths. Nick’s head swims with a range of emotions. The overwhelming sense of pleasure that still runs wild, but there’s an underlying wave of relief that washes over him.

He feels Josie’s fingers drift across the skin of his chest. Nick looks up at her. The softness on her face makes him feel all warm inside. Somehow, she looks even prettier now. She comes down to kiss him again, her hand all warm and soft against the side of his face.

“How are you feeling, honey?” her hand remains resting against his face.

Her touch is always so comforting, so soft.

Nick doesn't know why he was so scared of this. Josie’s never given him reason to doubt her.

He nods, “I’m…good. Thank you for this.”

“Thank you for trusting me.” her thumb drifts across his cheek, “I meant what I said. I don’t care about your size. You’ve always been so good to me, why would that make you less?”

He’ll tell her about the girls that came before her later. There’ll be enough time for that on a different day.

Instead, Nick wraps an arm around her, to pull her close against his chest. The longer he keeps her close like this, the more he can drag her inevitable departure out. He hates that their days are always numbered. One of them always has to leave, and he wishes that he could just keep her here. He doesn’t know if it’s too soon to ask her to leave everything she has in New York behind. He doesn’t even know if she’d want that.

And hours later, when they’ve actually crawled out of bed and find themselves on the back porch of his house with their morning coffees, he can’t find himself asking for more.

#bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #nick folio x ofc #nick folio fanfiction #nick folio fic #josie and nick

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mountainsandmayhem · 8 months ago

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Wings. Fire. Magic. Part Three

Joel Miller x Female Reader - AU

Masterlist || Part One || Part Two

Summary: After being stripped of your wings by The King, you see a new side of Joel, maybe a side that you might like a little too much. CW: I don't think any warnings are needed for this chapter, and I don't want to give any spoilers. 18+ due to talks of female pleasure. AN: Thank you @mermaidgirl30 for listening to me blab about this story, and being the first to encourage me writing it! So glad I slid into your DM's lol. Dragon graphics by @saradika-graphics WC: 4.1k

The sound of heavy footfalls stirs you from your sleep. It takes a few minutes for you to come too, groaning in pain as you try to get your bearings. Your body is being jolted around and when you crack an eyelid there’s nothing but a leather covered mass in front of you. You blink slowly a few times and see your arms dangling below you, possibly above you.

Fuck, where I am?

After a few more breaths you realize you’re upside down, stomach folded over on a broad shoulder. You close your eyes and focus on the rest of your body. You can feel fur on your skin, and it comes flooding back.

The guards stripping off your clothes, The Sorcerer and his mist. Fuck, if you’re not dead then that means…breeding camp.

You squeeze your fists tightly and begin pounding on the back of whoever is carrying you. “LET ME GO!” you yell as he starts ascending a winding stone staircase.

When you reach the top, the man slides you off his shoulder and places you gently on your feet. Joel. His eyes look into yours gently as he adjusts the furs over your shoulders, tightening it around you to block out the cold night air.

Four guards come up the stairs behind you. The biggest one says, “you have five days, Miller. Otherwise, we’ll come for you.”

Rem lands with a soft thump between you and the guards, letting out a menacing growling. Everything seems foggy and unclear, pain in your head pounds relentlessly behind your eyes. The last thing you remember was being placed on a table.

How are you going with Joel?

What’s happening?

You feel light headed and start to fall to the ground. Everything feels weak. Joel catches you before you fall and hoists you up to sit sideways in the saddle. Your clothes are gone, just furs to keep you covered. Joel doesn’t say anything to the guards who are now cowering in fear. The long spikes that line the neck and back of Remmer’s head are standing straight up, growling and huffing smoke at them as she waits for Joel.

“Easy girl,” he says as he grabs the reins. With a small tug she stands up tall, stretching her massive wingspan before taking flight. Joel adjusts to control Remmer with one hand, wrapping the other arm around you and pulling you into his body. Your cheek lands on his collarbone and you relax into his pine and fresh grass scent.

His lips brush the top of your head as he whispers, “Rest. I’ll explain everything when we’re back.”

“Back?” You croak. Your mouth is bone dry, how long have you been out for?

“Just trust me.”

The pain behind your eyes waves again, reminding you that this is his doing. Trust him? Not a fucking chance. You were stripped naked and poked at all because of him. You feel your wrist, no magic cuff. You lean deeper against Joel. You’re going to miss the way his eyes roam over your face, no one looks at you like that, but you can’t stay with him. You have to play it cool, make him think you’re relaxing and then make your escape. Rem won’t hurt you, she might try to chase you but you’ll fly as fast as you can, you’ll swoop into the thick forest and use the trees for cover, she’s too big to follow you in there.

Don’t move your wings, you tell yourself.

“Joel?” You saw sweetly, looking up at him through your lashes.

He grunts in acknowledgment, eyes fixed on the night sky. God he looks beautiful in the moonlight.

“Can you move back for one second? I need to readjust.”

Joel shuffles back, loosening his grip on your side. This is your chance, you slide off the saddle quickly, free falling to the ground. When Remmer and Joel are above you, you rip the blanket off and flex your back to open your wings.

Only your wings don’t open, and you’re plummeting to the ground completely naked. You start to flail your limbs, looking back to see two gaping and scarred holes that are glowing blue where your wings should be.

The ground is catching up to you quickly. Anger fills your chest. They took your wings. They took your wings. Your wings. Your magic. You’re essentially mortal now as you plunge to what will be your death.

You let out a rage filled scream, just as Joel maneuvers Remmer gracefully underneath you and you fall completely bare onto Joel’s lap.

“What the fuck did you do to me, Joel!!” You demand, punching against his chest with your fists.

Rem lands on the ground in the middle of a field of crops.

“I saved you.” Joel states.

“They mutilated me!” You’re practically screaming at him, spinning around to show him. His eyes turn sad as he takes you in.

“Saved me? No - you,“ it comes out thick with disgust, your finger pointing in his direction, “you let them mutilate me!”

Joel slides off his jacket and then removes his grey shirt. You’re mad, but you can’t stop yourself from taking in his naked upper half. He’s tanned and tattooed, markings of those who swear to protect the realm swirl down his arms. A large dragon across his abdomen and up the right side of his ribs. A tiny handprint over his heart. Before you can take in the rest he throws his jacket back on and holds his shirt out to you.

You cross your arms in defiance so he takes it upon himself to slip it over your head, the hem stopping a few inches down your thighs. Your back hurts as you push your arms through the holes, you aren’t sure how you hadn’t noticed the searing pain before.

“They wanted to wake you, and torture you while they stole your wings.” He says, zipping his jacket back up with his thick, strong fingers.

“You should have let them,” you say, fighting the tears that are building behind your eyes.

“You’d rather be tortured and killed than be near me? I saved you, I told them I’d take you as my slave.” His voice is broken and pleading and it just makes you hate him more.

“Go fuck yourself.” You turn and start walking through the crops. Pushing thick stalks out of your way, not caring as they scratch at your entire body.

“Stop. I don’t intend to actually make you my slave.”

“Oh jeez thank you so much,” you snap over your shoulder. “Let me gather the masses and throw you a goddamn parade.”

“Stop,” Joel is right on your heels, “I’m not - I’m not explaining this properly.”

You continue walking, someone owns this farm. You’ll find the house and they’ll give you clothes and tell you where you are. You’re no longer in danger now that Joel has sacrificed your wings and magic to The King. Anger, confusion, sadness, it all swirls through your body. You don’t know how to feel, but you do know that you DO NOT want to be around Joel “I saved you” Miller.

“Stop!” Joel grabs your arm and turns you towards him.

You glare up at him, wishing that looks could kill because he would cease to exist with the rage that twists in your face right now.

“The King wanted to take your wings after The Sorcerer said you wouldn’t be able to breed.” Your hands come to subconsciously rest on your lower belly. Having children was never something you wanted. But you knowing that you can’t is just another knife to the back.

“So I…” he pauses and runs his hand down his face, rubbing the hair that speckles his jaw.

“You what?” You demand.

“I offered The King dragons,” he whispers.

Your jaw drops. “You what?” You say softly.

“I offered him three eggs, we settled on five.” His eyes are locked on yours, the moonlight reflecting on the warm brown flecks within them.

“Five? Joel, I was alive the last time a king had dragons,” you shake your head and look up at the clear night sky. You remember the fire, the destruction. “This isn’t going to go well.”

He steps towards you, “I have a plan, but you need to come with me. And…” he trails off, his eyes looking down at his boots.

“And what?” you ask, even though you’re sure whatever he’s about to say is going to piss you off.

“If, or when, we get a visit from The King or his guards, you need to pretend that you are my slave.” He can’t bring himself to look at you. First, he ignored your warning about The King, then he watched helplessly as The Sorcerer took your wings. You jumped from a fucking dragon to get away from him.

“And my wings?” you scoff.

“When he gets his five eggs, you get your wings back.”

The next afternoon, Remmer lands down in front of a sleepy log cabin before flying off to the heavily wooded area behind the house. The same wooded area that you snuck into just days ago to steal that fiery orange egg. Joel wanders up the stairs to the front door, opens it and then gestures with one hand for you to go inside.

The front door leads to a warm and cozy open concept living and kitchen area. Joel immediately heads to the large fireplace and lights a fire. You stand in the doorway, still in just his t-shirt, with your hands clasped in front of you. You rock on the balls of your feet and look around.

A large brown worn leather sofa sits in the middle, flanked by two cozy chairs of the same beaten down leather. The coffee table has a few books scattered on it. Large windows let in lots of natural lighting, and as the sunsets it highlights everything in a warm amber glow. The kitchen has an island in the middle, surrounded by tall wooden chairs. Cast iron pots and pans hang from the ceiling above it. Along the back wall is a large gas stove with plenty of cupboards and counter space. A deep copper sink sits underneath another large window. Everything is hues of deep greens and browns. It’s cozy and homey. It’s Joel.

“Bedrooms and bathrooms are that way.” He says, pointing to the long hallway to your left before holding his large palms out to the heat of the fire. “You can come in…”

You pad across the hardwood floor in your bare feet and sit gently on the edge of one couch cushion. The books on the coffee table are all about dragons and their histories. You glance around for any pictures or signs of other life here but you don’t see any. Does Joel not have a wife? You’ve deduced that he’s probably in his forties, so one would think he was married or a father, but there’s no sign of other life here. Just him.

“Are you hungry?” he asks as he stands across the living from you.

You shake your head no, linking your fingers and placing them on your lap, you look down at your hands, pushing back one of your cuticles. It’s so quiet here, only the crackling of the fire to fill the quiet gaps between the minimal conversation of you and Joel.

“Thirsty?” He asks sheepishly, “I can make coffee or tea.”

You shake your head again, eyes focused on the cuticle of your thumb. What you want is to go home, your family needs you, or needed you at least. You guess you’re the same as them now that you have no magic and no wings, just the pointed ears of the Fae to show the world what you really are.

Joel walks over and sits on the armchair closest to you, it groans beneath his weight, his leathers squeaking slightly against the lived-in leather of the chair. His expression is soft and kind, he takes a shaky breath before saying, “I really am sorry. But I’m going to do everything to get your wings back.”

You glance up at him, “you can’t give him dragons, Joel. You can’t.”

“Just trust me.” He says it in the same pleading tone he did before you took your insane death fall to the ground.

You shrug and then turn your eyes back to your hands, focusing on another cuticle. Joel stands and wanders down the hallway. You hear water running and then him moving around the rooms, opening and closing what you assume are closets and drawers. The water stops and Joel walks back out to you, holding out a hand.

You grab it tentatively and he leads you down the hall. He’s changed into loose black cotton pants and a fitted white t-shirt. He pulls you into the bathroom, soapy bubbles that smell like lavender and sea salt foam over the tub.

“There’s a towel there,” he says, pointing to a small stool by the end of the tub, “and some clothes. They’re mine, I’ll get you something better tomorrow.”

He turns and leaves, the door clicking softly behind him. As you lift your arms up to remove the shirt, the glowing scars on your back send sharp hot pain throughout your back and down your arms. You let out a gasp of pain, clamping your arms back to your side and you contemplate how you’re going to get out of this shirt. You glance down and thank your lucky stars that the shirt has a few buttons from the neck to the chest. Your fingers work to undo the buttons before you slip the shirt over your shoulders and down your body, then you slowly slide into the warmth of the tub that’s large enough for two. You close your eyes and breath in the calming aroma. Silence surrounds you, you can’t remember the last time you relaxed like this, where you didn’t have a laundry list of things to do and only you to do them. The salts in the bath start to dissolve, they feel like champagne bubbling along your sore muscles, relaxing them into pure bliss. You let out a content hum, sinking deeper into the hot water.

You feel like you’ve been soaking for hours when a small knock on the door catches your attention.

“Ya?” You say quietly.

Joel cracks the door, keeping himself on the other side, “are you doing ok?”

“Umm, ya.” Truthfully, you were doing ok but you know you won’t be able to lift your arms to wash your hair.

“Are you sure?” He asks through the little crack in the door.

“Umm, well….I can’t exactly,” you’ve never had to ask for help in your life, and you realize at this moment that it’s not because you didn’t want help, it’s because there was no one to ask. But now, well now you do have someone you could ask, so why can’t you find the words. “No, never mind. I’m fine.”

“Can I come in?” He asks. After you sink into the bath so only your head is visible you give a shy yes. Joel has seen you naked before, just yesterday in fact, but something about him seeing you like this feels more intimate and vulnerable.

A warm smile crosses his face, a little dimple that you haven’t noticed before dents his right cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t lift my arms…” you say defeatedly. “I can’t wash my hair.”

He stares at you for a second and reaches for the cup on the vanity and then grabs the little stool. Placing the fluffy white towel and the clothes he’s lent you on the counter.

“Spin around.” He groans a little as he bends down beside the tub to sit on the stool.

You do as he says, turning to face the wall and criss crossing your legs in front of you. Water sloshes around you and you hear some of it hit the tiled floor. You whisper a small sorry, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous.

“It's ok,” he says, voice cracking a little. He clears his throat, “Tilt your head back, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. You dip your head back and close your eyes. It feels almost overwhelming to have someone care for you for once. Being in this gorgeous log cabin in a hot bath, the smell of the dinner he’s prepared wafts down the hallway and through the crack in the bathroom door. It smells like butter and garlic and some sort of red meat. Guilt swirls in your stomach. You haven’t been home in a week, your family might need you.

You hear the click of the shampoo bottle, it smells like rosemary and mint as Joel rubs it in his palms behind you. His strong fingers come to your hair line, the pressure of the small circles of the pads of his fingers are delectable. When he hits your temples a chill runs down your body, your nipples peak at the attention under the hot water. He works backwards slowly along your scalp, when he hits the nape of your neck your whole body feels like it’s buzzing. He gently nudges you so your head tucks into your chin and he kneads at the muscles of your neck. You adjust your legs so you’re hugging your knees. Squeezing your legs together to try to help relieve some of the ache that’s building in between your thighs.

Neither of you have spoken, but it’s a comfortable silence. Plus, you have a feeling that that is just how Joel is. Joel Miller is a doer and a giver, small acts like running you a bath or cooking a nice meal is how he shows that he cares.

After working the shampoo through your ends, he guides your head back, grabs the cup and rinses the suds off. The combination of the warm water and his hands parting your hair is unlike anything you could have imagined and you stifle a small moan in your throat. He repeats the process with the shampoo one more time before running the conditioner through your ends.

He stands and you look over your shoulder at him, “thank you, Joel.”

He digs through a drawer in the vanity and pulls out a comb. “You don’t need to thank me,” he sits back down, groaning again, and you can only imagine how ridiculous his broad form must look sitting on the tiny stool. It can’t be comfortable for him. He spins the end of the comb at you and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling before turning back around.

After eating the dinner Joel made, you both sit on the couch watching the fire. Dinner was accompanied by another comfortable silence, both of you perched on the stools around the counter. He made fingerling potatoes with fresh herbs, roasted carrots drizzled with honey, and a steak that he basted in butter and garlic. Now you’re wrapped in a blanket, knees tucked up to your body.

“Can I ask you something?” he says quietly, swirling the ice around in his whiskey glass.

“Ya,” you pull the fur blanket around you tighter.

“Are you the only one with wings in your family?”

You hesitate for a second, “I was, now I’m…”

“I’m sorry,” he says, cutting you off, “I didn’t mean for that to come off as insensitive. I just feel like you have turned everything I’ve known about this world upside down.”

You shake your head and smile at the fire. “It’s ok, Joel. Over two thousand years ago, humans came into our villages. We worked together for a while, building this kingdom. Then one king managed to get his hands on a dragon, and the humans attacked us. Injecting us with that green magic in your chains and cutting off our wings to take the power for themselves.”

Joel places his empty whiskey glass on the table before he walks over to crouch in front of you. His hands come to rest on the cushion on each side of you. He makes eye contact, oranges and reds dancing around the room from the fire.

“This isn’t the history that we are taught. We are led to believe The King is good after what he’s done to fix the mistakes of that king thousands of years ago. We are also told that Fae turned on us and we fought hard against them.”

“Did you really believe that?” you scoff, “Fae back then had all sorts of magical powers. Some could have mortals like you evaporate into thin air if they wanted. Many had the ability to control minds. You never would have been able to win that war, unless we were tricked or attacked by surprise.”

You look at each other in silence for a while before you slide one hand out from the blanket and place it on his. Both of you look at your hand on top of his. He rotates his wrist and you immediately intertwine your fingers with this.

“Thank you for saving me, or trying to save me.” You say, eyes still fixed on your hands.

“Don’t thank me until we have your wings back and you’re with your family.”

You look up at him, “I’ve been the only one caring for them for over six hundred years.”

“I know. Please just let me help you.”

You slide your legs out from the blanket so Joel is kneeling on the floor between them. Your free hand pushes back a stray curl that’s landed by his temple. His eyes shut as he leans into your touch.

“Promise me that you’ll help my family.”

He releases your hand and pulls you to the edge of the couch by your waist, bodies flush against each other now. Your hand tangles into the curls at the back of his neck, the other resting on his broad shoulder.

“I swear I am going to fix this. I’m going to do whatever it takes to show you that you can trust me.”

You brush your nose against his and close your eyes breathing in his scent. Pine needles and freshly cut grass, now surrounded by the cedar of the fire and the log cabin.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you say in a breathy whisper.

“Never,” he hums. Your lips brush against his. He’s intoxicating. Just as you turn your head to let him kiss you a loud roar from the woods behind the house startles you, jolting you back on the cushion and out of his gravitational pull.

“Rem has impeccable timing,” he says, shaking his head. “I better go see what’s going on. Your room is just across from the bathroom. I’m sorry.”

“I want to come, too,” you say forcefully, standing and following him towards the kitchen.

“It’s safer if you stay. Rem likes you but, well - it’s just safer if you stay.”

Joel disappears into the pitch black of night and you decide to head to your room. A large wooden bed frame takes up most of the space, but you have a large closet and a chair that looks out a big picture window. It’s too dark to see anything now, but you know it faces the woods where Joel took off to.

The morning sun peaks its way through the big trees towards the back of the house. It streams through your windows and the dreams of Joel’s rough hands on your body fade as you blink awake.

You slipped into the plush white sheets completely naked last night, you can feel the wetness between your legs from your dream. You close your eyes and try to bring those images back. Your hands trail along your exposed skin, squeezing one breast hard, trying to imagine its Joel’s as you run a thumb across your hardening nipple.

It still feels a bit wrong to be so attracted to him, but his apology last night was so genuine, you have to lean in and trust him. He’s your only chance, your only infuriating handsome chance.

You continue playing with your nipple as your other hand trails down your stomach, tracing the slit of your pussy. Your clit throbs and more arousal wets your thighs.

You spread your legs and wish Joel was here to call you a good girl as he settled himself between your legs. With that thought your hand dives for your entrance, collecting your slick before rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit. The other hand moves to your other breast, pinching the nipple and rolling it between your fingers.

Fuck, you wish this was Joel.

Slipping your hand down, you easily slide two fingers inside of yourself, trying to reach that oh so sensitive spot that drives you wild. The other hand comes down to put pressure on your clit, turning your head into the fluffy pillows to muffle your little moans of pleasure.

That familiar burn starts to build, before you can stop it you whine Joel’s name as your body starts to shake. The wave of pleasure consumes your entire body and mind, images of him flashing behind your eyelids.

The inner walls of your pussy clench down on your fingers, when the pleasure starts to ease you slide them out, looking down to see the wetness that still connects them.

Fuck.

You roll onto your belly to catch your breath and hide your face. You aren’t embarrassed about indulging in your own pleasure, but you should not have thought about Joel Miller while doing it.

After convincing yourself that it was a one time thing and he’s out of your system now, you slip back into the clothes Joel gave you. Comfortable fleece lined grey pants and a zip up sweater with a hood and large front pocket of the same colour. You have no shoes so you slip out of the kitchen door and wander out over the cool morning grass in your bare feet.

You walk towards the woods where you know Rem will be. As you approach the clearing that you stole the egg from an eerie feeling washes over you. You take a few more steps before a large milky white dragon lands in front of you. You stumble backwards as its scales puff out around its neck. Its red eyes glow, it feels like they’re piercing into every fiber of your being. Its wings flare out, large talon-like spikes along each bend of the top ridge. Remmer is nowhere to be found. Joel’s door was closed so he must be sound asleep.

You stand, knees slightly bent, hands out in front of you. “It’s okay,” you say as camly as possible to the fierce beast.

It snarls, lips pulling back to expose long sharp teeth. Smoke starts to billow from its cheeks.

“Easy, it’s ok.” you’re trying to keep your voice calm but fear is eating at you from the inside out. Should you scream? Run? You thought you’d be coming out to Remmer, and she’d bounce over and let you pet her. This dragon is terrifying, the glassy white scales and ghastly red eyes. It’s not as big as Rem, but it still towers above you.

The dragon lets out a loud and angry growl that reverberates every bone in your body. Its spit hits your face, mouth open so wide that you can see the fire starting to form in the back of its throat.

Fuck, I’m dead.

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holy-megs · 1 year ago

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. ➵ ⁺ tokyo revengers guys + their favourite piercing preferences on their s/o

. ➵ ⁺ characters: ken ryuguji, kazutora hanemiya, baji keisuke, hakkai shiba, hanma shuji

. ➵ ⁺ cw + tw: fem!reader, characters are aged up, suggestive content, fluffy moments, mentions of piercings, hanma’s + draken’s parts may be a lil too spicy so watch out ¡!

KEN RYUGUJI [DRAKEN] — belly button piercing

Draken is a fan of piercings since he also has one on his left ear, so he will definitely be in awe once he notices that you got one for yourself at your belly button. He will be so proud since he knows that you were scared of doing it yet stunned at the sight. Whenever he sees you wearing a bikini or a crop top that makes the piercing visible, he will get so turned on that he will just want to fuck you at the nearest wall without caring if anyone cathes you both. "Fuck! do you know how hot that piercing makes you look?" Draken will groan against your neck. He may sometimes get jealous and act all overprotective, but he will grab you by the waist and hold you tightly if he ever suspects one of the gang members or even a stranger staring hungrily at you. "Babe, you’re hurting my piercing like that." You will get mad at him since his tough fingers and hands are so veiny and wide that they cover your entire belly and hurt your piercing.

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA — helix, daith, tragus

Kazutora is all about aesthetics. That’s why he adores your ear piercings, mainly the ones that stand out the most and are considered more eccentric and unusual by others. Not to himself, though. Kazu is a man who likes when you do things out of the ordinary and outside your comfort zone. That’s why he likes teasing you about it, and whenever you two make out, he always gets a strand of your hair and gently places it behind your ears just so he can peer at your ear piercings. “You’re so pretty like this you know?” His words and eyes will reflect a sense of devotion and compassion. He is awestruck about how much he adores your stunning beauty, including your piercings. Kazu is your number one supporter and fan. Let me tell you, when the two of you get matching piercings, he melts right on the spot. He will be acting like a child, and when you catch him blushing too, the teasing begins. “Awww my baby is a hot mess.” You casually make fun of him while Kazutora tries to cover his face.

BAJI KEISUKE — nose piercing [nostril] + nose hoop + nose bone stud

Baji is no exception to the other two boys since he also loves observing your every move and, of course, more than anything, your nose piercing too. Baji is a guy who likes piercings in general, and he is very tolerant of what you do to your body. He doesn’t like you having a bunch of piercings on you and especially your body, be it on your belly or nipples. He just doesn’t like it. However he is a sucker for nose piercings. Once he notices that you've got a nose piercing and you remove any other unnecessary piercings he advised you about, his smirk will be so evident that you will be able to see his broad teeth. “Suits you well babe.” His eyes will gaze at you softly. Now let me tell you, Baji is a guy who loves you despite what you do to your body and face. This is your life, and he is not some kind of controlling freak telling you what to do. However, since you asked for his opinion, he must be honest. “Suke, your nose—” You will always say this to him in cute annoyance. Baji typically enjoys pressing your noses together and giving you eskimo kisses just so he can admire how cool your piercing is.

HAKKAI SHIBA — lobe, upper lobe

Hakkai, meanwhile, encourages you to have an appearance that is less flashy. He is the type of guy who prefers one exceptional earring on your lobe or upper lobe over many of them, just as he does. Hakkai might be unable to express these desired thoughts to you because, as we all know, he can be awkward and shy when it comes to interacting with women. However, you shouldn't worry because, as you two grow closer, he will learn to be more confident and tell you that you are beautiful even without any piercings. But don't get him wrong. He won't mind if you want more piercings. The poor guy is just too afraid and embarrassed to let you know that he wants to get matching earrings with you.“Shiba-kun, you seem pale, what’s wrong?” You'll start to worry about your boyfriend's attitude out of concern. Hakkai doesn't want you to worry about him, so he will act as if everything is fine while secretly fantasising about how pretty you'll look wearing that earring of his. “y/n, how a-about I lend you my earring instead?” After that, Hakkai's flushed face won't be able to feel justice.

HANMA SHUJI — nipple piercings

As we all know, Hanma changes women faster than he can light up another cigarette. He is very keen on trying new things and experimenting, so it is no wonder he likes nipple piercings. He is a very nasty man who prefers to see your nipples filled with an accessory instead of nothing at all, especially when you have small boobies. Once you show Hanma that you have pierced your titties, he will be so eager to please you. Hanma goes crazy at the sight of his sin and punishment tattooed hands worshipping and touching your boobies like that. He will cup and suck your nipples really hard that you’ll have the best nipple orgasm ever. “Oh? Pretty girl’s getting shy all of a sudden?” His smirk will carelessly widen, and his ego will increase as his sayings make you blush even more. Since you pierced your nipples, Hanma hasn't let you rest and wants to touch your titties every second just to admire your piercings. “You’re noisy today.” You pout at your fuck buddy's teasing behavior while he continues annoying you.

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phantompanties · 3 months ago

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Fuck it im doing it and im having fun!!!

Lucius's nsfw alphabet!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s the sweetest, softest partner ever. He’ll get you water, carry you to the bathroom, apply soothing creams if you went rough, run you a bubble bath, and even get you snacks if you want. If he’s subbing, he’ll be a blubbering mess of “thank you, master” and “I love you” After that, whether it be top or bottom, he’s clingy and snuggling you like he’s your second skin.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, it’s his many tattoos, his pretty hands, and his cock (lol) boy is obviously proud of his size and body mods, and he adores it when his partners love them too.

On his partners, it's mainly their chest, ass, hips, and genitals, but also secretly their heart. If he really loves you, he’ll rest his head on your naked chest (using his magic to remove his horns, ouch) and listen to your heartbeat.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Due to his nature as a sex demon, he cums A LOT. He cums so much you’re amazed he has any left when he’s done. His favourite place to cum is inside his partners, of course. But he won’t say no to literally anywhere else. He gets a rush seeing his partner marked in any way with his demonic seed.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Because he is an eldritch demon, he secretly fantasizes about opening up your skin and eating your heart. To his kind, eating your lover’s heart is the ultimate romantic gesture in a macabre way. He knows though, that he cannot do that, so he settles for listening to your beautiful heartbeat. It brings him just as much joy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Obviously. Boy is a sex demon who’s lived thousands of years. He’s had more partners than the number of atoms on your pinky finger.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He doesn’t particularly have a favourite when he’s domming, but if he loves you, he enjoys the mating press because of how close the two of you are, and how he can see your eyes rolling back into your head. When he’s subbing, he doesn’t have a preference. He’ll do anything you want him to do and thank you for it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

This boy LOVES being a total goober. He feeds mostly on the enjoyment of his partners, so when they’re having fun, it’s like a 5-star dessert. He likes to tease and make his lovers laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Clean-shaven, totally smooth. He wants to show off that diamond on his pubic bone.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

If you’re just another one of his normal “meals”, he’s pretty romantic in a general sense. He usually gets summoned by lonely humans who crave intimacy, so he’s more than happy to give them what they want. If he’s in love with you though, he is a SAP. he’ll wrap his tail around you (if you’ll allow him), hold you so close that your skin is practically fused, whimper “I love you’s” and call you every petname he can think of.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Since he feeds off the pleasure of others, he prefers to have a partner. That being said, if you want to watch him play with himself whether it be with just his hands or with a toy up his butt, he’ll be all over it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don’t think there's a single kink this man wouldn’t do. If it’s what you want, he’ll do it. You want him to spank you red? He’s grabbing the paddle. You wanna lick his horns? He’s lowering his head for you. You want him to suck your toes? He’s all over them. You wanna peg him? He wants you to peg him too. ANYTHING.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He’ll do it anywhere and everywhere. Private, public, doesn’t matter. Whatever you want, babe. Just say the word.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Since he feeds on pleasure, his need for sustenance is the biggest reason. Boy’s gotta eat, right? If he loves you though, having you be happy is added to that. He’s such a sucker for you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Although I said he’d do anything and everything, he wouldn’t do anything that’d push boundaries. He lives off his partner’s pleasure, so if you’re not having fun, or want to stop, he’ll stop. Is it ironic that a demon does the bare minimum better than some humans? Yes. but yknow, it’s my fantasy, I do what I want.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Boy fucking howdy this man loves oral. He has a six-inch long, pierced, forked tongue, and he knows how to use it. If you have a pussy, he’s IN THERE tongue fucking you until you scream. If you have a cock, he’s wrapping his tongue all around it and jacking you off with his prehensile muscle. Cum is one of his favourite foods, so he’ll jump on any chance he’ll get, baby.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I feel like his pace would rely on the mood at the time tbh. If you’re having a sweet sensual moment, he’ll be slow and sweet. If it's like a quickie or you’re getting rough, he’ll be railing you so hard and fast you’ll have a headboard-shaped dent in your wall.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes his energy will be low and he’ll require a quickie to pep up. It’s kind of like having a granola bar when you skipped breakfast for him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Like I keep saying, he’ll do anything you want him to. He has years and years and years of experience under his belt, so there’s hardly any experimenting left for him. But for you, the vastly less experienced mortal, he’ll experiment with you all day long.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Bro’s a demon. He has enough energy to power the entirety of Russia. When he gets into it and siphons that sweet lust from you, he can go all day and all night and still have cum in his balls.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He LOVES toys! He probably has a secret hiding place filled to the ceiling with all kinds of stuff. He loves stuffing his partner with dildos, vibrators, plugs, beads, what have you. It gives him such a thrill to see his partner’s holes filled and them shaking from the stimulation. And OF COURSE, he loves being stuffed with toys himself. He really gets off on his partner watching him fuck himself stupid on a huge dildo. Like I keep saying, your pleasure is his pleasure. Whatever you want is what you’ll get.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, this boy loves to tease so much. To him, humans are adorable, so it makes his heart soar when his partner whines and begs for him to cut it out. It’s kind of like when you annoy your pet by blowing on their ears or something.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

BOY. IS. A. WHIMPERER. He makes the most PATHETIC moans and whines even if he’s topping. He can’t help himself, your pleasure is just so damn delicious.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I like to think he isn’t the biggest fan of shower sex. Like, yeah, he’ll do it, but the problem is the fact he’s too tall for most human showers and bumps his head and horns on damn near EVERYTHING. By the end of it, he needs an ice pack to soothe the swelling bump on his forehead from whacking it on the curtain rod too many times. Poor boy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7 inches (17.78 cm) hard, fades to glowing teal at the tip like his horns or tattoos, pierced with 4 frenum ladders, 3 near the tip, one near the base. Big full balls, very smooth and pretty. Oh, also his hole glows teal too lmaoooo

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s an incubus. He wants to fuck 24/7. That isn’t to say he can’t control himself, though. He has fantastic self-control. He’s like a well-trained dog with a treat on its head.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As a demon, he doesn’t need to sleep. Usually after his normal “meals” have fallen asleep, he’ll hang around, maybe clean up the room until the contract ends at sunrise. If he was summoned, he’d take his partner’s soul along with him. If you’re in a pact and he’s in love with you, he’ll either watch you sleep all night with hearts in his eyes or do something to pass the time like chores or some kind of hobby he picked up. If he’s low energy though, he’ll conk out pretty fast. That hardly ever happens, though.

#incubus x reader #oc x reader #incubus oc #lucius x reader #monster fucker #teehee :3 #smut #monster x reader #n/sfw alphabet #lucius the incubus

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hlficlibrary · 1 year ago

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✤ Mpreg Fics ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ Cold Little Heart by seducedbycurls (T, 194k)

Louis is a soft omega with an abusive past and an alpha child A few months after getting a divorce, Louis meets Harry, an ex-military alpha wolf that offers him something -odd.

In exchange for teaching him how to cook, Harry will babysit his son, Abraham Louis really could use the help.

2️⃣ Queen of Arizella by seducedbycurls (M, 277k)

Stealing from Royalty is punishable by death.

Louis starts over, doing his best to keep his hands at his sides but he is hungry and he tries stealing from the wrong Royal.

Harry is King of Arizella, he needs a Queen and who better than an omega on the run from death? Louis will learn to become the perfect Queen -the perfect fake Queen, but only for a few months.

A fake lover, a fake Queen, but a real bond.

3️⃣ we can take the long way home by eleadore (E, 27k)

“Fertile,” Louis says, and then laughs because it sounds stupid to say out loud. He hasn’t ever really thought of himself in those terms. Baby-making terms. It’s just one of those things his body can do, like exercise, or go without tea. Doesn’t mean he will.

or, The band takes a break. Harry and Louis come together.

4️⃣ Perfect by happilylarry (NR, 117k)

Soulmates had only been in the history books for the past few hundred years, so people were still trying to get the hang of it. From what he's read, back then, if you met your soulmate, that was that. You either chose to be with them and be happy, or be with the one you truly loved and suffer.

Sort of poetic, you know, if he believed in that shit.

5️⃣ Kiss me on the Mouth and Set me Free (but please don't bite) by seducedbycurls (M, 42k)

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

"...Louis wanted him so badly. Wanted Harry to pick him up, bite him, and break him. Make Louis his, make Louis cry, make Louis a beautiful, plump, pregnant omega..."

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 Know a Trick or Two by @sadaveniren (E, 44k)

The night before Louis is scheduled for a Portkey to begin training with the Vratsa Vultures in Bulgaria he heads into Muggle London for one last night of fun. A few months later he finds out he’s having a child.

Eleven years ago Harry had a one night stand and now there’s a strange man on his doorstep telling him his daughter is something called a wizard and she’s got a place at the British wizarding school Hogwarts.

Aka the one where Muggle Harry and Wizard Louis have a one night stand and get more than they bargained out of it.

💎 My Kind of Rain by @lululawrence (NR, 30k)

Louis Tomlinson is a household name after hitting number one on the country music charts with four songs over the last three years. It's time for his third headlining tour, his biggest yet, while he finishes up his third highly anticipated album.

Personally, though, the past year or two have been rough. He's dealing with the loss of his mother and the fact his long term partner had cheated on him before breaking off their engagement. Despite it all, the stage has always been an escape for him and he's ready to be performing again.

Harry Styles is Louis' opening act this tour and he seems nice enough. His fiancé leaves something to be desired, but overall, Louis can't complain.

Or the Tim McGraw/Faith Hill AU where Louis is Tim, Harry is Faith, and just when Louis thinks he is going to get some rest, his entire world turns upside down thanks to the man with curly hair and the voice that seems to sing right to Louis' heart.

💎 (It's New) The Shape of Your Body by @fallinglikethis (M, 18k)

Taking a deep breath, Louis tears open the packet and holds the test in his hands. Deep down he already knows what it’s going to say. He can feel the certainty of it in his bones but he needs to see it. He needs confirmation.

Movies always make it look like you have to wait a bit to know, like you have to set a timer and give it a few minutes, wringing your hands for an answer. Even the box says it’ll take time, but it actually only takes a second after Louis pees on the strip to see the two pink lines appear that tell him what he already knew. He’s pregnant.

“Oh god,” he breathes, staring down at it. And just like he’d known the test would be positive, he knows now that everything about his life is about to change.

💎 Another One For The Road by @reminiscingintherain (T, 15k)

She looked up at Louis with a smile. "Congratulations Louis. You're pregnant." "Oh fuck," he said softly, before his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he promptly passed out.

Or the one where Louis' on tour when he finds out the hard way that men can get pregnant too....

💎 save me, call me baby by delsicle / @eeveedel

Louis didn't plan for him and his husband to be pregnant at the same time. Somehow, it works out.

An omega/omega love story in three snapshots.

#ficrec #hljournal #hlcreators #trackinghappily #trackinghome #1dficvillage #hltracks #hlsource #1dsource #larry fan fiction #delsicle #reminiscingintherain #lululawrence #sadaveniren #seducedbycurls #eleadore #happilylarry #mpreg #28th appreciation

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jiminiecrickets · 1 year ago

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THE PARADISE PARADOX: PART II. PJM / M!READER

summary. jimin hates it when others lust after what’s his.

wc. 2.5k (nsfw under the cut)

tags. smut | dom bottom!jimin, sub top!reader, vampire!jimin, blood + blood drinking, riding, edging + begging, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy + posessiveness (jimin)

[ part one ] [ requested ]

fear belongs to him. love belongs to fear, a subset of heart-hammering and bone-shattering primal instinct. thus, love belongs to him.

you belong to him.

he's the one draped on your arm, but nobody in the classically-beautiful bar mistakes it for ownership. they're all beautiful, glossy hair and paper-white teeth that shine a little too sharp when they smile. they know jimin and they know his history, and they keep their seductive touches fleeting and light, even if their red eyes trace your veins with rich, dark intent.

soon enough, you will fall, and jimin will scratch off another mark for his body count.

jimin interrupts a vampire without care for propriety, swaying towards you. "baby," he sighs, a little too high-pitched to not bring his moans to mind. "i'm hungry."

he reads the surprise as easily as anything else. he snakes his arms around your middle and props his cheek on your chest, a familiar pout adorning his primrose lips.

"oh," you manage at last. "okay. well, do you want to go—"

"no," he hums, gaze flicking up to meet the other vampire's. his smile is gloating. "i'll have you right here. i'm sure there's a booth with enough room to hold the both of us."

you glance helplessly back at the vampire you had been speaking to as jimin wraps his fingers tightly around your wrist and pulls you along, as if on a leash. the vampire rolls his eyes, turning to mutter with a blonde, and you catch a few words before you're too far away.

—newest pet won't survive...

jimin leads you up the stairs and bodies part for him like the red sea. you meet the eyes of a young man in the arms of a taller, foreign woman, and something like understanding passes between you.

you are not the only red-blooded individual here tonight, and you are trophies.

his eyes lower first. you take home the gold medal.

like a gentleman, jimin pulls back the heavy red velvet curtain with a playful bow, letting it flow shut behind him. it feels off, heavier than most. sound struggles to break through.

he only uses one hand to push you down onto the loveseat, but it's more than enough to overwhelm you. you gulp as his eyes blaze like flames as he smiles, pink tongue dragging slowly over his fangs.

"pretty baby doesn't know who he belongs to," he coos, tracing your jaw with his fingertips. you lean into his touch and he smiles. "seeing those carrion-eaters touch you like that... you didn't even reject their advances. i'm disappointed, baby."

"peaches, wait—"

"that'll be 'sir' to you tonight, my love." his fingers drop down to tug out your buttons, shearing through them easily. your heart quickens at the display of strength and you don't dare cover your exposed torso, wide eyes trained on his.

eventually, he leans back with a hum to survey his doings. he places his hands on his hips. "much better. see? you know how to be quiet when you want to be. if only you stopped flirting with them earlier – then i wouldn't have to show them whose lips are allowed to touch yours."

he prowls on the loveseat like a predator honed in on its prey, his floral and woodsy cologne masking the scent of blood that clings to him like death to a surgeon. his thighs encase yours and he cups your cheek in his snowy palm, small and deceitfully gentle.

he tilts your head, pressing apart your shoulder and your jaw. for now, he controls himself, but you haven't a doubt in your mind that he can tear you apart like tissue paper.

he hums and makes himself comfortable on your lap, his tight leather pants stretching around his thighs and clinging to his firm calves oh-so prettily. he leans in, his clothed cock pressing against yours, and the visible bulge sends a thrill of desire through you. you reach for it.

he slaps your hand away. his nail cuts a thin red line along the base of your thumb.

"no," he nearly growls, that soft voice of his hardening like ice as he shoves your head against the backrest, licking his lips at the sight of your adam's apple bobbing with each harsh breath and gulp. he presses his thumb against it, giving it an intoxicating kiss that has your body shuddering of its own accord.

"i don't want to hurt you," he whispers against your throat, "but i will, if i must. whatever helps you remember who this body belongs to."

"it's yours," you whisper hoarsely. your hands itch to grab his slim waist and pull him against you, but the reward is not worth the risk. jimin's hips press down in a smooth roll, harder than the rest, with a forgiving smile, and you gasp as he briefly shoves the heel of his palm against your cock. your hands ball into fists on your thighs. "i'm yours! oh, fuck, jimin—"

his fangs slash into your neck. you grunt and one hand shoots up to clutch his hip but he doesn't seem to mind the breach of protocol.

jimin's fingers twist in your hair and he yanks your head to the side, moaning as the thick coppery twang of blood floods his mouth. his cock throbs against yours and the chill of his body clashes with the burn of yours, leaving a throbbing residue of aching pleasure wherever he touches.

your head spins. he takes more than usual, faster than usual, and he isn't so fussed about the delicate nature of mortals and how they can die from the shock of blood loss alone.

he has faith in you. you won't die – you're stronger than that. that's why he hunted you down in the first place.

"sir," you breathe as his cold fingers flutter along your hipbone and into your pants. he grips your cock and it jerks in his palm, leaking and eager. "please, let me see you – sorry, 'm sorry, won't do it again—"

jimin likes this side of you: face warm, pupils blown with lust, your body on display for his eyes only.

under his heavy, roaming gaze, you flush, attempting to pull your shirt over the many marks he loves to leave behind. a rosary of bruises litters your neck just below where your shirt collar sits.

he pulls your hand away, sliding his palm against yours as he pumps your cock, pulling it out of your pants. he hums appreciatively at the sight, blood pulsing from the two little pinpricks on your neck when the seal of his lips breaks, and your breath hitches. it soaks into your shirt.

at last, he draws the flat of his tongue along the length of your jugular, and the bleeding slows to a stop. he kisses the warm marks, curling the slick sweetness into his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

trapped in his fist, your cock leaks over his pretty, pale knuckles. slim and small, his hands are clear of the injuries that make a person – no bruises, no scars. he's flawless as a diamond, and yet despite the allure of perfection, it's the same thing that brings him down.

his body carries no stories. no history. no scars on the knees from childhood tumbles, no pockmarks of teenage acne.

"i love you," he whispers in your ear, and the whole world falls away. everything burns except for him – his fiery touch, his gleaming eyes. the heat of a forest blaze has never been more enticing. you lean into him.

he smiles, your blood dripping down his lips and chin. he swipes his thumb over the corner of his mouth, placing it between his lips with a moan.

jimin pushes you onto your back, turning fluidly with you. he gestures, an elegant flick of his hand, and smiles as you quietly cross your wrists above your head, compliant and tracking his every move with lust-blown pupils.

he leans down with a palm on your chest, slick and serpentine. his lips near your ear.

"good... hands stay there," he whispers, and he lifts his crimson gaze to yours.

the strength of his will snaps against yours like a magnet. yours falls to its knees.

you find that you can't lift your wrists. he's caught you – the fly in his web. your pulse throbs, rare and rabbit-hearted, and he smiles in dark satisfaction as your expression tightens. he strokes you slowly, dragging his tongue against the oozing pinpricks in your neck. he grabs your face with sharp nails and forces your chin down, smiling as you do your best to look him in the eye, lashes fluttering irregularly as the pain and pleasure clash down your spine.

he kisses you softly. his plush lips sting with the coppery twist of blood. "you have such a pretty cock, you know that?" he says gently, pumping it faster and humming as your stomach tenses under his palm. "so pretty... makes me wanna eat it right up," he giggles, scrunching his nose playfully as he shifts on your lap, tossing his platinum hair out of his eyes.

he pouts. "mm... you're so quiet now. don't be shy. you were so happy earlier, yapping away with vultures who would snap your neck in a heartbeat – are you scared, baby? are you scared of me?"

"no," you manage to choke out, the quick, slick sound of your cock in his fist prickling a hard flush up your neck. "n-no, sir – i-i just – ah!"

he loosens his grip. "look at me when you speak to me, baby," he whispers. "don't you know it's rude not to?"

your gaze struggles its way up his exposed chest and pale neck. your jaw aches to clamp down on that pretty stretch of flesh between his neck and shoulder, to fuck him down on your cock and call yourself his.

with a smug glint in his crimson eyes, jimin lowers himself onto your cock, sucking in a soft breath of pleasure. he cups your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes to stay on him, watching him, as he slowly, painfully slowly, buries your cock inside him.

"don't come," he murmurs, and begins to bounce.

his well-loved hole clamps around your cock, wet with lube. you hadn't realised he'd prepped himself. you also hadn't realised he'd stripped off his trousers and torn your shirt and jacket entirely, and that they now puddled carelessly in the corner of the booth. your mind had been too busy swirling with the hot, instinctive, consuming desire to do whatever jimin wished of you.

he moans softly as he speeds up, knees squeezing your hips to keep you from bucking up into him. your nerves feel licked by flames and vacantly, you hear yourself gasping and groaning pathetically, begging him with slurred words and half-syllables to fuck you harder, faster, deeper...

you cry out as he wrenches your head to the side and pierces your jugular, reopening the wounds. his ass slams against your hips with the obscene sound of flesh on flesh and you screw your eyes shut as his tight hole scrapes your cock, his soft walls suffocatingly hot. he gulps down mouthful after mouthful of blood, teeth bared and chin smeared with your thick, hot blood – his claws scrape your temple, stinging and drawing beads of red that drip down the side of your face.

"they can't take care of you as i do, my heart," he hisses, his cries of bliss loud and shameless. "you're mine – mine! you'll moan like this for no one else – do you understand?"

somewhere between the expanding, white-fire throbbing of your cock and the embarrassing sounds slipping from your lips, you agree, babbling obscenities and pleas and apologies for things you can barely remember. your blood feels sticky and warm against your chest, the white shirt glued to your skin. you swallow harshly as jimin smashes his blood-slick lips against yours, panting against each other's lips as his ass clenches irregularly, hot wet walls pumping your aching cock.

"i'm yours, 'm yours, all yours—" you bite down on his shoulder, hips involuntarily chasing his heat "—please let me come, please, sir, please, 'm sorry, 'm s-sorry—!"

"is that right, baby? you're sorry? you won't flirt with worse men right in front of me?" he pants, his reddened cock slapping your stomach and dripping a pool of precum that runs, warm and dizzying, down your sides. "how do i know you're telling the truth?"

"i'm sorry – mngh – won't do it again!" you can't tell where you end and he begins. "please, wanna come, you f-feel so fucking good, i c-can't—"

jimin smiles, fangs poking out over his lower lip, and giggles breathily at your pathetic pleas. you're so silly, he coos to himself – his sweet baby, who loves him more than anything else in the world, who'd allow someone like jimin to rip out your dignity and every shred of power you once had. panting, groaning, perfect body exposed for him to bleed dry – how can he say no to something so cute?

come for me.

the words echo between your ears and your vision whites out as he moans, high and satisfied, in your ear, clamping down around your base as heavy warmth fills him up. he comes hard onto your stomach, glazing it over so prettily – as god intended.

your ears ring as you slump back, nothing but comfortable wool behind those eyes. lazily, jimin strokes your chest and shoulders, rocking his hips slowly to drag out your highs. something clicks in your subconscious and your hands fall to your sides, limp and yours to command once more.

jimin rests against your chest, warm breath puffing shallowly against your neck as he strokes the nape of your neck with slow, mindless circles. he hums, dragging his fingertips against the still-hot blood. he lifts them to his lips and swirls his tongue around them, extracting them with a wet pop.

"you're so pretty when you beg," he whispers, closing his eyes and listening to the strong and steady pumping of your heart. the myocytes, the intercalated discs, the valves – all busy at work to calm you down. if he concentrates hard enough, he feels he can isolate the faint, electric hum of nerve cells, firing constantly across the tiny gaps and zinging down the factory line. “but i can’t have others play with my toys, you understand? what if they break them?”

you mumble something that sounds almost like an 'i’m sorry', and jimin smiles as you shakily wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his neck.

"i believe you, baby," he whispers sweetly, kissing your jawline. "but if i see you enjoying someone else's touch once more, i won't go to the trouble of finding a curtain to hide behind again. am i clear, my heart?"

you nod rapidly, squeezing him close. he feels your pleasurable tremble and smiles to himself, stroking your hair gently.

this little game isn't so boring, after all.

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