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pedge-page · 3 days ago

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joel chanting "take it take it take it" while trying to breed you AAAAAAAA

Joel x F!reader

A Father’s love

Warnings: Age gap (20s reader x 60s Joel), Jackson era, adopt-cest (?). Reader is adult when Joel takes you in. Pregnancy, cum eating. Unprotected sex. Face riding. Daddy kink.

18+ only

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Joel Miller shot and killed your father. Whether by guilt or attraction, he felt the overbearing responsibility to step into your life. It’s almost a bit of an addiction for him: adopting stray young women into his home.

Of course, unlike the younger ones that settled into his life before you, you were much more receptive to his charm, his kindness. His protection.

And eventually his cock.

Everyone thought it was really sweet oh him to take you in like that. Give you a home with him. Fill the gap he unintentionally created. Provided shelter and guidance. He was already a really good dad; everyone knew that.

You very quickly saw it too. In every way possible.

“Take it take it take it, fucking take it,” he snarls, smothering your face deeper into the drool-spotted pillow beneath you.

You didn’t have much choice to do anything else at that moment but to take his raging viagra-fueled boner. The man was pushing 60, but that wasn’t going to stop him driving his hips down, crashing into your ass, pinning your body flush against the plush mattress. His worn but veiny hands grip your lower back, arching it so that your butt bounced off his pelvis with each thrust, leaving you trapped under him. He dug in deep, too, making sure his tip kissed your cervix. It left you cross eyed, teeth sunken into the pillowcase, mumbling gibberish as a euphoric tear dripped from your cheeks.

With another rut, his cock plunged deeper, splashing your juices out.

“F-fuck Daddy!” You cry hoarse. Your voice was rough. He’d been on you since you got home with lunch for him, unbeknownst to you he had taken the blue pill to fuel his desires. You tempted him a little too hard with those skimpy shorts he told you to trade out with something modest.

You had come home with a new cropped bralette instead.

“You never listen to Daddy,” he groan, slowing his thrusts into harsh grinding. He let out a pant each sway of his hips against yours. His member now buried deep, your walls struggling to accomodate his girth even after these few months together. “Everyone knows how good I am to ya, n’ you don’t respect me still? Now I gotta show everyone how I trained ya properly.”

You nod into pillow. It was hard to focus on anything he’d tell you in this state. Just nodding seemed to make him pleased enough to keep fucking you. God, that’s all you wanted. Just Joel Miller fucking you deep and raw, like he was always meant to.

"You gonna take it, babygirl? Take it like ya been doin' so good all this time--fuck yeah right there--right there baby--gonna make sure everyone knows...everyone sees what I done to ya--"

He doesn’t ask to cum inside anymore. That formality was long gone. Instead, he rasped shakily, steadying your hips against his as he pulsed thickly inside you. Ribbon after ribbon stubbing you full until it was leaking out onto the sheets under you.

“My good girl,” he hummed against your temple with a kiss. He closes his eyes, too blissed in the moment to really pull out or get up or even think. He lays on top of you, kissing you sweetly, all that tension dissolving into his love.

You loved your new life here. The resentment you felt towards him was bitter and surprisingly short, and it didn’t take long before you were suckling up his limp dick into your mouth like warm pacifier to sooth the pain in your mind, the absence he had created, replacing it with—

“S’junior okay?”

You were flipped onto your back. Joel had lapped your up his creamy spent from between your thighs, his lips now trailing up to the small bump now visible in your lower tummy.

His calloused hand was massive, covering it entirely now, but he could still feel that hardened little bump he’d planted there, growing by the minute. Brown puppy eyes gazed up to you expectedly, his dry lips brushing gently across the expanse of your belly.

“Junior is fine,” you reassure him. God, he asked about the baby every day. “But you’re really going to have to be gentler.”

“I know I know, can’t help it.” He presses a kiss at your naval, holding himself there for a pregnant moment before releasing. The peppered, now almost entirely salted, hairs of his chin tickled you. “You’re already such a good momma. Lookin out for my baby already.”

"I told you I'd take care of ya." He kisses your belly button again.

"Yeah, " you muse. He really has. He takes care of everyone to be honest. And maybe you a little more so. It took less than a month in the generosity of his home before he had knocked you up, and here you were only a couple months later. His baby nestled safely in your womb.

You wanted to show him your love over and over again.

"Get on your back," you command softly, already sitting up.

He rolls over, caressing your bare thighs up to your hip. Even now as you straddled over him, he can't take his eyes off the obviously little swell drooping over, the way your tits look a little heavier. Jesus, it was really happening. It had been a long time since he last had a pregnant gal on his lap. In fact. He was probably still your age when it last happened. Long time indeed...

Everyone loved joel. He's such a good man. ard working. Generous. Funny. Everyone loved--

"Fuck daddy, I love you," You gasp as you sink down on him.

He groans when you finally bottom out. "This is how all girls should treat their daddies."

You already are starting a gentle rocking back and forth, your hands flat on his chest. "What, fuck them??" You asked incredulously.

"No. But loving them. Respecting em. Doin what they're told." He swats your ass "N' being greatful about it"

You smile, grinding down deeper. You lower yourself so that his lips align with yours, fingers cradling his head as the two of you lazily fuck.

"You're so good at that," he praises before sucking your tongue into his lips.

He even tasted like old man. You don't know how. But this time it's intoxicating, filling your senses like he's suffocating you inside him.

You cum twice more on his dick before his balls tense, snug to you ass as he releases again inside you. "Ats it. All I got," he pants, still coming down from his high.

You sigh. Your cunt still throbs around him.

"You think of any names yet?" He asks, lifting you off his member. The thick splat of his and your combined juices on his stomach has you itching for another orgasm.

"No, Jesus we only found out when I started showing a week or so ago. Don't even know if it's a he."

"Its a he." Hes so certain of it.

Whatever. If that's what makes him eat his cum out of you right now, then so be it.

"Let me kiss these lips. Let him know daddy is here waitin' for him."

You straddle his face as he lazily makes out with your pussy. Maybe your back hurts a little, but Joels got both hands holding your waist up. You try not to get to lost in bliss. Cupping that little bump in your lower stomach, you think "Joels such a good dad to me. I have no doubt he's gonna be a great daddy for you too, Junior. "

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sturnsblogs · 3 days ago

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BLOOMING HOPE

Fratboy!Chris X Toxic!Fwb!Reader

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It had been a week since you said it.

The words still hung in the air sometimes, like smoke you couldn’t wave away. “Quit acting like you aren’t going to be a deadbeat dad.” You hadn’t meant it. Not really. But the damage had already sunk its teeth in.

Chris had gone home that next day. Packed his backpack in silence, avoiding your eyes, ignoring the soft please don’t go you’d whispered when he passed your bedroom door. He left without slamming the door, without a dramatic exit. He just… walked out.

You didn’t sleep that night.

The next day, you begged. Voice soft and shaky over the phone, admitting you couldn’t sleep without him, that the bed felt too cold, that you were scared and didn’t want to do this alone.

He came back.

But not all of him.

Chris had always been physical. Touchy. Loud. Smirking when he’d lean over you while brushing his teeth or talking through movies just to annoy you. But now? Now he was… muted.

He wore headphones constantly. Not even blasting music — just enough to let you know that he wasn’t interested in conversation. You’d find him cleaning the kitchen, earbuds in, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. When you asked him what he was listening to, he’d just say, “Podcasts,” without looking up.

Sometimes he’d take them out when you’d talk to him. Sometimes he wouldn’t.

And when he kissed you? It was different. Not mean. Not cold. Just… obligatory. A peck on the cheek after you begged. A short kiss on the lips before bed. No teasing smile after, no hand holding your jaw the way he used to.

It was like he was doing it just because you needed it. Like he was playing a part.

And the part was starting to hurt.

“Chris,” you said quietly one night, curled on the couch as he wiped down the counter in the kitchen, earbuds in. “Will you come lay with me?”

He didn’t respond at first.

Then he pulled out one earbud. “What?”

“I said—will you lay with me? I haven’t felt good all day. Please.”

He looked at you for a second. Just long enough to sigh and say, “Yeah. Give me a sec.”

And he did lay with you. Stretched out beside you like he used to, except… again, different. His hand didn’t wander over your back the way it always did. He didn’t pull you into his chest. He laid flat. Like a friend comforting someone.

You tried anyway, moving closer, curling against him. “Missed you today,” you whispered.

He didn’t say anything back. Just rested a hand lightly on your arm.

You waited, hoping he’d say something. Anything. Missed you too. You look tired. I’ve got you. But the silence stretched on until it felt like another wall between you.

After a while, you whispered, “Do you even want to be here anymore?”

He tensed slightly.

“You don’t act like you do,” you added, voice small. “You barely talk to me.”

Chris sat up a little, adjusting his hoodie. “I didn’t sign up for a relationship. We’re not together. You know that.”

It wasn’t sharp. It wasn’t cruel.

But it cut.

“Oh,” you said, blinking fast. “Right. I forgot I’m just the mother of your kid.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He rubbed a hand over his face and leaned back, resting his head against the couch cushion. “I’m just trying to get used to all this, okay? I’m here. I’m helping. I didn’t leave. Doesn’t that count for something?”

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat.

“I know it’s my fault,” you whispered. “For what I said.”

He glanced at you, finally, but the look in his eyes was unreadable. “I’m not holding it over your head.”

But he was. Silently. Every day since.

You didn’t say anything after that. Just laid there beside him, heart aching for the version of Chris you used to know. The one who would’ve kissed you a hundred times just because you looked sad. The one who would’ve held your hand under the blanket. The one who would’ve said “we” when talking about the baby.

Now?

Now it was just him. You. And the space between you that somehow kept growing, no matter how tightly you held on.

The next morning, the silence was still there. Heavy. Lingering.

Chris was up early—earlier than usual. You heard the drawers in the bathroom opening, the water running. The sound of his cologne being sprayed. It didn’t click at first. Not until you walked out of your room and saw him standing in front of the hallway mirror, fixing his shirt, hair brushed, chain around his neck like he actually gave a damn about how he looked today.

You blinked, rubbing your eye. “Where are you going?”

He didn’t look over. Just kept adjusting the collar of his hoodie in the mirror.

“Chris?”

He shrugged a little. “Out.”

You tilted your head. “Out where?”

He picked up his phone from the counter. “Just out.”

“Okay,” you said, watching him. “You’re putting on cologne to go to the bodega?”

That got a smirk out of him—but it didn’t reach his eyes.

You frowned. “Seriously. Where are you going?”

There was a pause. A small one. Barely noticeable, unless you were looking for it.

Then he muttered, casual as hell, “Got a date.”

You froze. “What?”

“I said I’ve got a date,” he repeated, grabbing his wallet and tucking it into his back pocket. “Her name’s Lia.”

Your stomach dropped. You stared at him, waiting for the punchline.

When it didn’t come, you laughed once—dry and confused. “You’re joking.”

He turned toward the door. “Nope.”

You blinked hard, like it would clear the ringing in your ears. “You’re going on a date? While I’m pregnant with your kid?”

Chris glanced over his shoulder, casual, unreadable. “What? You thought we were playing house now?”

That stung. More than you wanted to admit.

“I thought…” you started, swallowing hard, “I thought we were doing better. I thought you wanted to—”

He cut you off with a careless shrug. “You told me I was gonna be a deadbeat, remember? Just trying to stay in character.”

You flinched. That wasn’t fair, and he knew it.

“And besides,” he added with a lazy smirk, “Lia’s easy to remember. Be easy to say in bed.”

It knocked the air out of you.

You didn’t cry—not yet. But you took a step back like he’d slapped you. Like the floor shifted underneath you and you weren’t sure where to stand anymore.

“Wow,” you whispered.

Chris hesitated. Barely. Just enough that it almost looked like guilt flashed across his face. But he didn’t take it back. Didn’t apologize.

He just turned for the door and muttered, “I won’t be late.”

And then he left. Just like that.

Leaving you in the silence.

Pregnant. Alone. And wondering if you were the only one who still thought this meant something.

Lia was cute. She laughed at his jokes, touched his arm when she talked, smiled like she actually gave a damn about his stories. It should’ve felt good—getting out, getting attention, feeling like himself again. Like he wasn’t just the guy who knocked someone up.

And for a little while, it worked. The drinks were strong, the music was loud, and she looked at him like he was someone worth chasing.

One thing led to another.

They ended up back at her place.

Her apartment smelled like vanilla and candles, and she pulled him inside by the front of his shirt, giggling as she kicked the door shut.

“You always this quiet?” she teased, fingers tugging on his chain as she leaned up to kiss his neck.

Chris let her. His hands found her waist. His lips brushed her collarbone. But something about it didn’t click. Her perfume was too sweet. Her touch didn’t burn like yours. Her voice didn’t ring in his ears the same way.

It was all… wrong.

His phone buzzed.

He ignored it.

She pushed him gently toward the couch, climbing onto his lap. “You good?” she whispered against his jaw.

Buzz.

He pulled back slightly, jaw tightening.

Buzz.

Lia frowned. “You want me to get that?”

He didn’t answer—just pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Y/N.

Missed call. Two of them. Then a text.

can you come home please i just— i can’t sleep without you.

Chris stared at the screen. His throat tightened.

“Everything okay?” Lia asked, still sitting on his lap, arms lazily draped around his neck.

He swallowed. “Yeah. Just…”

Buzz.

Another call.

He answered this time.

Your voice came through, soft. Sleepy. A little shaky. “Chris?”

He didn’t say anything. Just sat there, with some other girl curled around him, your name lighting up his screen.

“I know you’re out,” you whispered. “And I’m sorry. I just… I need you. Please.”

His heart twisted.

Lia shifted on his lap. “Chris?”

He stood up gently, letting her slide off him. “I gotta go,” he muttered.

“Seriously?” she frowned. “It’s not even—”

“Yeah,” he cut her off. “Sorry. This was a mistake.”

He walked out without another word.

And the whole ride home, all he could think about was how the fuck he ever thought he could forget you, even for a second.

You heard the key in the door and nearly tripped over yourself getting out of bed. You hadn’t even turned the lights off—you couldn’t sleep. Not really. You just lay there replaying everything. The silence. The cold couch. His voice saying “I have a date.” The way he looked at you like you were nothing but a phase that had already ended.

But then the door opened.

And there he was.

Hood up, tired eyes, keys still dangling from his fingers. You didn’t wait. You rushed forward and wrapped your arms around him like it had been years instead of hours, burying your face in his chest.

He hugged you back instantly—strong arms pulling you in like he needed it just as bad.

But then you smelled it.

Something floral. Sweet. Not you.

You stiffened a little. Your arms loosened. You didn’t say anything at first, but your body did.

Chris felt it.

“I didn’t fuck her,” he said quietly, arms still around you. “Didn’t even want to.”

You didn’t answer. You just nodded into his hoodie, even though that ache in your chest didn’t go away.

He stepped back, just a little, pulling the hoodie over his head and tossing it to the side. Then the shirt. His jeans. And then he stood in your dimly lit room in nothing but his boxers, running a hand through his hair.

“Can I stay?” he asked, even though he was already crawling into bed.

You climbed in after him without hesitation.

The second your body hit the mattress, he was there again—pulling you close, tucking you under his chin, arms locked around you like he couldn’t stand the thought of you slipping away. You were still a little tense, but you didn’t fight it. You couldn’t. Not when he held you like that.

He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck. Then another. And another.

“I didn’t mean it,” he murmured against your skin. “What I said. What I did. I’m a fucking idiot.”

You didn’t say anything, just closed your eyes and leaned into the warmth of him.

“I shouldn’t have said we were just friends. I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I didn’t know what we were. I got scared.”

You swallowed hard, your fingers curling into the hem of his boxers, needing something to hold onto.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispered. “But I’m trying. For you. For the baby. I swear to God, I’m trying.”

You finally looked up at him, eyes glossy, and whispered, “Don’t leave again.”

“I won’t,” he said, voice firm this time. “Not again.”

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the fan in the corner and the steady rhythm of Chris’s breathing behind you. His arm was lazily slung around your waist, fingers drumming absentmindedly against your skin beneath your shirt. Your legs were tangled together under the blanket, the silence between you finally feeling… calm instead of cold.

Your hand rested lightly on his thigh, your fingers gently playing with the hem of his boxers. Not in a teasing way—just… comfort. Familiarity. You weren’t even thinking about it, really. It was just soothing.

“You’re warm,” you whispered, the first words in a while.

Chris let out a soft breath of a laugh against the back of your neck. “You’re clingy.”

You rolled your eyes with a tiny smile. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

He didn’t argue. Just pulled you a little closer.

A moment passed before you spoke again, quieter this time. “I’m sorry… for what I said. In the car. That shit about you being a deadbeat.”

Chris didn’t respond right away, but you could feel his body shift a little behind you—his chin resting on your shoulder now, closer, listening.

“I didn’t mean it,” you continued. “I was scared. And hormonal. And mean. And I guess I wanted to hurt you the way I thought you were gonna hurt me.”

You swallowed, fingers still tugging gently at the soft waistband of his boxers.

“I know you’ll be a good dad,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “You already are.”

Chris pressed a kiss into your shoulder, then let his lips linger there for a second. “You didn’t have to say all that.”

“I wanted to.”

Another beat of silence passed, but it didn’t feel heavy. It felt honest.

“Do you think we should… like, be together?” you asked, finally turning around to face him. “For real?”

Chris’s eyes met yours in the dark, and for once, he didn’t flinch. “I think I don’t wanna go a day without seeing you. That count?”

Your throat tightened. “Yeah. That counts.”

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, hand cradling the side of your face. “I’m not perfect, Y/N. I’m gonna mess up. Probably more than I’d like to admit. But I’m not leaving you. I’m not leaving them.”

You leaned into his touch, blinking back the sting in your eyes.

“I just wanna be enough for you,” you whispered.

“You’re already more than enough,” he said back, without hesitation.

And that night, you fell asleep with his arms around you, his breath warm against your skin, and—for the first time in what felt like forever—hope blooming quietly in your chest.

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cherie-doll · 1 day ago

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Can you write a scenario where the reader (non binary) is extremely possessive and touch-starved, always needing physical affection/reassurance from their partner? They get clingy when the partner is busy or distracted, insisting on cuddles, kisses, or just being held.

Your writing is amazing. It would be so cool to see more characters from COD: Ghosts—just a thought, no pressure.

Aw, this is a really heartwarming request! You guys have got some great ideas <3 And tysm! I added a few more characters from cod:ghosts in hopes that you can enjoy reading about them. I didn't add all of them but settled on these, im still not sure if i'll add them to my lineup for future posts but thx for the idea!

!!: not proofread btw

=͟͟͞♡ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, Hesh Walker, Logan Walker, Merrick, König, Horangi, Nikto

‹𝟹 Price can't ever go out in public alone. You get too lonely waiting at home for him, so it's only reasonable you tag along and make him hold your hand or have an arm around you at all times. He doesn't find it one bit annoying, it makes him smile softly every time his hand loosens around yours and you're correcting it. In a way, it's something that makes him proud. You always seeking to feel him is nothing but a pleasure and privilege to him. Which is why he doesn't ignore you when you silently come to him when he's in his office at home. The moment he feels your arms go around his shoulders, he knows it's time to put the paperwork down and let you sit in his lap for some quality time together.

‹𝟹 Simon and you liked to just lay quietly; the soft pattering of rain against the window as you were enveloped in his embrace. The warmth you felt comforting you right now was coming from him rather than the blanket thrown over you. You took a deep breath; basking in this peaceful moment. This evening could not have been spent better had it not been for Simon's phone vibrating. It must have been multiple calls and texts he was getting because it nearly fell off the nightstand. He kept his phone on 'silent' but it irked him to still be receiving notifications. You frowned when you felt him pulling away from you to grab his phone. You immediately felt the cold on your back as he got up. Well, you weren't going to stay and wait for him! You got up, trailing after him like a puppy follows their owner around. He furrowed a brow but you only replied with silence as you took one of his hands. "Is your call that important? Come back to bed with me" Well he wasn't about to say no...

‹𝟹 Johnny always jokes about how you can never keep your hands off of him. And it's true, but not for the reasons other people may think. You deeply value the intimacy of enjoying one another's presence in a tender and caring way. He knows this too, which is why he'll put himself aside and relax when he knows you need it. And you don't like to receive this from anyone else; only him. Which is another reason why he won't ever push you away even when it can be seen as pushy or annoying to others, because where else are you supposed to get that reassurance from? He doesn't mind stroking your hair, at some point even petting your head like a cute pet because it is surprisingly comforting. You are never more at peace than when you get home after an overstimulating day and get some love from your favorite person.

‹𝟹 Kyle knows that when you're extremely anxious for his hold, you're like a magnet that will be attracted to him no matter what he's doing or where he's at. You won't always be so blunt about your needs but he understands it when you just come over and lay on him. No questions asked from his part, he'll stay silent if that is what you need right now. You can lay there as long as you want and he'll give you the kisses and cuddles you need. He even enjoys it when you spontaneously do it, maybe even surprising you with a kiss on the cheek as soon as your face is within reach. You feel relieved when you feel his fingertips graze your skin, so relaxing it lulls you to sleep. You fall asleep and it'll become his sole mission to not move so as to not wake you up. It could be hours later that you wake up feeling like it was the best sleep you've ever gotten.

‹𝟹 Roach is already pretty clingy himself so he turns weak af the second you ask for him to stay in bed a little longer. He'll be silently mumbling about how he needs to get up now, but you so desperately want him to meet your eyes. He's purposely avoiding them, knowing the moment he meets them he'll give in. You tug at his clothes, asking softly in the way that you know will pull at his heartstrings to let you cuddle just a little longer. What's the rush? You can already sense him on the verge of giving in, but still he won't look at you. His heart already pounds just having you call out to him like this. How much more do you yearn for his warm embrace. It takes another moment for him to act carelessly and maybe a little selfishly to dive under the covers again.

‹𝟹 Alejandro loves physical touch as is, but he definitely noticed how you sought it. And it almost felt like instinct for him to start wanting to give it to you whenever you asked. He didn't want you seeking it from anyone else, all you had to do was extend your hand out to him and he'd pull you in and give you all the kisses and embraces you could ever ask for. And what if he's busy and can't get to you? He always leaves reminders of him scattered about for you to use. Since you're so keen on your senses to perceive his love; maybe going to bed with his clothes and hearing his voice over the phone help you fall asleep. He wants to remind you he's still there and willing to give you anything just for you to feel safe. He needs you to feel secured with him, needs it as much as you seek shelter from him. You're perfect for one another.

‹𝟹 Rodolfo had been doing this with you even before you had begun officially dating. Sometimes you'd desperately want touch, so much it disturbed your sleep and no matter whatever you did it didn't work to just keep pushing it down. You would be fumbling with your fingers, asking for him to help you fall asleep. It started small, like holding your hand until you drifted off to sleep. But came the time when that wasn't enough. And him, being the sweet and caring person he is, would not mind occupying that cold and empty spot in your bed if it would give you reassurance that you were safe. Over time that arrangement became permanent and so naturally did it happen. Now you never had to worry or be anxious, even when he was occupied with other matters. He never overstepped or neglected his time with you, knowing his priorities helped him protect the time he had reserved specifically for you.

‹𝟹 Phillip had been away for longer than you had expected. There was something that required his attention; attention that usually went to you. You had held him back, both hands on his arm and with pleading eyes asking if he really had to leave you. His demeanor softened, and how could be possibly say no? You were his weakness, but some things required his care right away. He left with the promise that he'd be back in two hours max. He walked out thinking you'd occupy yourself with something to do, but the reality was that you couldn't focus on anything other than when he'd be back. You kept opening and turning off your phone, hoping a message from him would come through saying he was on his way. You huffed and frequently looked outside. When you finally heard that door open you ran as fast as you could. Phillip barely had a moment to put the snacks he had bought on the way back down before you were running into his arms. You did not let go as he struggled to take off his shoes and jacket. Until he finally sank into the couch did he chuckle at seeing your grip as tight as ever on him.

‹𝟹 Makarov was quite confused the first time you had held onto him. He had gotten up only to find that he couldn't take a step forward without feeling a tugging on his clothes. He looks back to see you sitting up and looking up at him, almost pleading with your eyes for him to do... what? He looked down at you in confusion, his eyes trailing from your hand tightly gripping onto him up to your face that was observing him. You awaited for his reaction. In a way, he liked seeing you clinging onto him, as if it were crucial. He liked feeling like he was needed, that you adored his touches and attention. But he also liked giving it to you. It was adorable to him in a way, your reluctance to let him go even for a moment.

‹𝟹 Keegan sometimes didn't know what to do with you. He could spend his entire day off in bed with you, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his and you'd still refuse to let go of him if he wanted to get up the next morning to go out. You were practically glued to him, whining and complaining if he made any moves to get you off of him. It's not your fault that you couldn't resist the urge to cling onto him when he was right there within your reach!! He would sigh as if it was the most tedious thing ever but on the inside his heart was clenching at seeing how much you needed his touch. You swear you'd go crazy if you weren't able to see or touch him every morning. What helped you sleep at night was knowing that he was right there beside you, holding you.

‹𝟹 Hesh somehow always notices when you're craving his touch but hesitating. Despite you being quite clingy with him, you're hesitant to start it. You don't want to seem so desperate when you so badly wish for it. He chuckles softy and then brings you closer, he watches as your eyes dart away, as if surprised. He knows you're secretly melting on the inside though, but he also feels you slowly opening up to him. You're getting comfortable already; leaning into his touch and resting your head on his shoulder. Even if it's a little embarrassing to admit sometimes, you like to think that he cares so much for you that he notices when you want to be close to him.

‹𝟹 Logan was usually the one asking for affection from you. He liked receiving it almost as much as you. But he felt the way you also rubbed up against him when he would lay his head on your chest, feeling like you needed this more than he did. And he would stay still, hoping it would give you the warm sensations he received from you. Like a cat that knows what its owner needs at the moment, he kept close to you and did not move. He allowed you these moments a lot more frequently and would try to initiate it as much as he could if it made you happier.

‹𝟹 Merrick used to get quite annoyed with it, until he realized how much it mattered to you. It had been a long time since you had felt the comfort from a loved one, and you had also been learning how to ask for it. Once he realized this, he had no trouble giving it to you. It became natural for you to come up to him on evenings when even though he was tired, he'd always leave a spot for you because he knew you'd occupy it. You no longer had to ask him, he knew it by your body language when you wanted to spend extra time with him. Sometimes words didn't even need to be said, all he needed to do was shift his body to fit yours and you'd be content.

‹𝟹 König isn't one to use his words much if he needs to give you reassurance or comfort. And in a way he is relieved when he realizes he doesn't have to do that. Sometimes you startle him when you reach out and take his hands, guiding him to wrap his arms around you. It's like he stops his breathing for a moment to see what you'll do. But once he sees you stop and just let out a sigh showing that you're content with the position you're currently in, he'll try to relax too. He's a bit awkward because he's not sure if you want him to pat you, stroke your cheek perhaps? But he learns overtime that any touch from him is what you want.

‹𝟹 Horangi has no problem with you being all up on him all day long. He doesn't let it interfere in his routine. He can go about his day with you from behind, arms around his waist as he's trying to wash the dishes or get something from the fridge. You'd be fine with it if you weren't so set on getting his attention to come back to you. So it turns into a game where you're calling out to him and asking if he's almost done with his current task. He'll give a reassuring pat on your head and turn his attention back to what he's doing. He's not intentionally ignoring you, he just has trouble keeping still unless he's tired. So for now you'll have to settle with being dragged along behind him until your battery is charged.

‹𝟹 Nikto is competing with you for who can be more clingy. At times, you are both interlocked and neither of you wants to be the first to let go unless you absolutely have to. He enjoys following you around, being your shadow so that he can slip in next to you at any opportunity that arises and get some hugs from you. He just likes holding you, and he wants to feel you do the same to him. It's like you both actively are calling out for one another, and it is impossible to ignore it. With a single glance you can tell when the other needs to be held for a moment, Nikto more specifically implemented this habit between you two. You still tell him when you would like to have a moment with him and he no questions asked will drop what he is doing to take care of you.

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notarmedandnotdangerous · 2 days ago

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+18 mdni! bucky refuses to say reader's name, and reader tries to get him to say it. unfortunately bucky switches the dynamics between him and reader, and reader ends up unsuccessful.. for now.

cw: sub!->dom!bucky, dom!->sub!m!reader, oral sex, handjobs (multiple), overstimulation

word count: >2.3k

a/n: maybe there'll be a part 2 ... you never know .. 😝 if you guys have suggestions, please do not hesitate to flood my inbox!!!!!!

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you’ve recently saved bucky from a few sticky situations, and he slowly warmed up to you more. you’ve asked him to call you by your name multiple times, but he would rather die than say your name, and it confused you.

“you.. can say my name, you know that right?” the both of you just got home from another mission, you talked to him but he avoided your gaze and put his boots away in response. “or do you want a more forceful way? it’s like you need me to fuck it out of you or something.” you said absentmindedly, not knowing the effect you had on him.

“i don’t need you to lay it out for me, alright? like you do with everything else.” he shifted, eyes darting around the room before landing back on you with a glare. he sighed, running a hand through his unkempt hair as he leaned against the doorway. “let’s just.. forget you said that, okay?” his voice was a husky whisper, as he cleared his throat to regain control over the situation.

“i heard your breath hitch, by the way. hope you know that.” you turned away, walking to sit on the couch as you turned on the tv to watch the news, as usual. your casual remark sent a shiver down his spine, his heart hammered in his chest as he remained silent, unwilling to give you the satisfaction of an admission. he felt a familiar heat growing in his lower stomach, his cock starting to stir in his jeans, but he played it cool as he tried to will it away. you could hear every single hitch of his breath, but you stated quiet.

“fuck.” bucky gritted out, his voice strained as he felt his resolve crumble. “just.. just turn around.”

“that’s a start, well done. didn’t expect you to actually admit it.” you shrugged, not wanting to turn around just yet. you wanted to break his nonchalant facade, to make him ask for what he wanted. he couldn’t meet your gaze anymore, his eyes stung as he fought to regain his composure.

“what’s it to you?” he murmured, in an attempt to deflect the situation. “just.. do whatever you want.” the words spilled out before he could properly consider them. at this point, whatever he was doing was pointless, you’ve already seen through his act.

“yeah? and you’d let me?” you walked over to bucky and reached for his waist, wrapping your arm around his and bringing him to the couch. his entire body tensed as your arm wrapped around him. “wanna consider calling me by my name now, handsome?” he turned his head away and avoided the question. “guess i’ll really have to fuck it out of you.” you pulled him into your lap, making him gasp slightly. his hardened cock pressed against you, making you smirk teasingly.

“jeez..” he hissed, trying to squirm free but you just made him so weak. “you can’t just.. fuck me into submission like some puppet on a string.” his words came out breathless, almost pleading, despite him trying desperately to maintain a tough front. “it’s not that simple.” even as he protested, his hips shifted instinctively against you.

“we’ll see about that.” you let go of his hips, making him turn back to you immediately.

“what are you waiting for? weren’t you gonna ‘teach me a lesson’?” he asked softly, the tone of his voice betraying his current persona. the release of your grip threw him off balance, his eyes remained lowered, avoiding your gaze at all costs. “just.. do it already.”

“hm.” you grabbed his neck, leaning him forward, and tucking his head into the crook of your neck. the motion sent a shiver down his spine as embarrassment filled his system, his cheeks burnt with a flush that spread all the way down his neck.

“f-fuck..” bucky stammered, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. he squirmed slightly, not used to being so physically close to someone. you smiled, pulling his head back to kiss him gently. his eyes flew open in shock, before fluttering shut again as he visibly relaxed. he clutched at your shoulders, his mechanical arm whirring at the motion. when you finally broke the kiss, he gasped, his voice hoarse with desire as he gazed at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

“room, now.” he tried to get up from your lap, stumbling as his legs were weak from your relentless teasing. when the both of you finally got to your shared bedroom, he laid back on his elbows as he gazed up at you. you pressed your knee to his crotch, making him hiss out, his hands gripping at the sheets. “want my cock on your tongue, buck? maybe you’ll finally learn to say my name after this?”

“mmph.. yeah.. want it.” his words were barely a whisper as his mind glazed over with arousal. “please.. i’ll give you anything you want..”

“anything? even saying my name?” bucky avoided your gaze once more. perhaps he thought that he wasn’t worthy enough to have your name roll off his tongue. you whipped your cock out, tapping the tip on his lips, and his eyes almost rolled back at the feeling of it. “oh, you’re dumb already? i haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

“n-nothing to do with my smarts.. believe me.” he breathed out in a needy whisper, his tongue flicking out to lap at the glistening tip, savouring the salty taste of your pre-cum. “this handsome cock can dumb me up any day..” and with that, he wrapped his lips around your tip, sucking gently as he began to bob his head. he slowly took more and more of your cock in his mouth.

“holy fuck.. that mouth of yours.. you’re fucking filthy. had a lot of experience in sucking cock, haven’t you?” you grabbed his hair and slowly fucked into his mouth. you ended up fucking his mouth rougher though, making him drool all over as he hummed dumbly. saliva dripped freely from the corners of his lips, pooling on his chin before dripping onto, and staining his black t-shirt.

“mmph..” he mumbled, his voice muffled around your cock as his eyes rolled back. after a few more thrusts, you came in his mouth. your knees buckled as you slowly fucked his mouth to ride out your high, only stopping when you were on the verge of overstimulation. even though he swallowed as best as he could, some of your cum had already trickled down his chin. “tasted so good..” his words were slurred.

“mm.. fuck.” you pulled away, just to see bucky absolutely wrecked. his hair was a mess while tears and drool covered his face. you moved to sit back against the bed frame. just as you sat down, he took your cock in his hands to jerk you off, catching you off guard. “b-buck, stop that.” you tried to grab his wrist, but he sat himself on your stomach, weighing you down. “n-no, fuck..”

“hey, no backing out now..” he spoke, his hands wrapping around your still-soft cock, as he started to stroke you in a slow rhythm. “after all, i really.. really wanna see your face once more, when you cum.”

“w-wait.. can’t. slow down..” you grabbed at his wrist, helplessly kicking your feet against the mattress.

“oh.. i think you’re enjoying this though, don’t pretend like you aren’t.” he smirked down at you, making your breath hitch. you were sure he wasn’t this hot before. “but don’t worry, i’ll make sure to put that pride of yours back in its rightful place.. once you’re done giving me exactly what i want.” he murmured, before he leaned in and dragged his tongue against your neck. “relax, let me help you with this, hm?”

“i.. mm..” you gave up the moment his tongue was on your neck, how did he know it was your weak spot? you let your head drop to the mattress as you had no choice but to take what he was going to give you.

“much better.” bucky chuckled, tracing your cock in a way that made it twitch. “let’s finish what you started, shall we?” he leaned in, teasingly planting a kiss on the tip, before he dragged his tongue down your cock. .

“oh- oh, buck..” your thighs tensed in an effort to process the pleasure, as you reached for his hands. too bad he was sitting with his back facing you, and he was sitting on your stomach too, it was impossible to stop him now

“shh.. just relax. when i’m done with you, you’ll be pleased with everything that i’ll give you.” with a shit-eating grin, he focused on the underside of your cock, tracing swirles of pre-cum around the veins. normally, you’d have the strength to manhandle him, to throw him off of you, but with his hands on your cock, it was hard to even think, let alone have the strength to rip this man off you.

“w-wait.. stop please.. too much, b-buck.” you gripped bucky’s hips tightly, trying to push him off of you. you were wrecked, and it was all his fault.

“but it’s nowhere near enough just yet..” he muttered against your skin, he unbuttoned your shirt, letting his fingers trace around your nipples. “no.. no. i’m just getting started.” with that, he changed his pace, moving in long and slightly slower strokes now.

“oh fuck, fucking hell, buck.. uuh..” you let out a shaky whimper as you came again, and guess what? bucky turned around just to see your face when you came, your body going limp underneath him as your cock softened. “o-okay.. that’s.. need a break.”

“aw, is that all the fight you’ve got in you?” he had turned back around, and he nipped on the skin on your shoulder playfully.

“you.. fuck, ugh..” you let out a sigh, not used to cumming multiple times at once.

“shh it’s alright, i’ve got you.” he rubbed your cheek lovingly. “but next time, i expect you to put up more of a fight. resist at least a little, hm?”

“wait no.. i want more.. just.. i was supposed to be on top..” you were cut off with a nip to your earlobe.

“ah, but that’s where you’re wrong.” bucky teased, tracing a finger down your torso. “but i kinda do want to see what you’re like.” he let you flip your positions, now that you were strong enough to manhandle him.

“that’s more like it.”

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azsazz · 23 hours ago

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Over Ice (Part 13)

Hockey!Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: She’s walking around Campus and BOOM right smack dab into Broody McBrooder!! She THEN finds out he’s the tutor for one of her hardest courses (personally Psych would be a good one) and they become super duper close with him and the team!!!

Warnings: Mentions throwing up a few times. Not graphic.

Word Count: 2476

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)

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The sweet scent of freshly baked cookies slams into you as soon as you walk through the door to your dorm room.

Your stomach would growl, but instead it roils, still twisted in knots after the conversation you had with Rhys. The one where you had to tell him that your relationship has to strictly stay what it is: tutor and tutee. There can’t be any more secret kisses, lingering touches, or yearning looks. Unless Amarantha is in attendance…that’s where things become confusing all over again.

But you don’t have time to think about that. You need to study. Laying down the law with Rhys had left you more than exhausted. You hadn’t wanted to study, the air between the both of you thick with awkwardness. All you wanted to do was go home. You made plans to meet up on Sunday to study, since Rhysand had a rare day of no practice. He promised to help you for as long as you needed.

You blink, confused. You even go so far as to back out into the hall to make sure you have the right room. Yep. Room 254. This is the right place.

Tentatively, you step inside, eyes immediately catching on the double chocolate chunk cookies that are cooling on the counter. Despite your terrible night, your mouth waters at the sight. When you first met Gwyn, she’d always have these cookies on hand. She made them for every occasion, you swear you gained five pounds from the number you ate in the first week of living together. It’s been a while since she’s made them, and you didn’t realize how much you’ve missed the chocolatey goodness until this very moment.

The room is empty. She must’ve gone to her room, and there’s no sign of Mor, either. You let your backpack slide off your shoulder and hastily kick off your shoes, eyes latched onto the cookies. Surely, she won’t miss one, right? You have to try. You’d lie down your life for one of these cookies, that’s how delicious they are.

You feel like you’ve broken into your own dorm with how stealthily you try to cross from the door to the kitchen. You trapeze around the living room, avoiding the coffee table littered with magazines and two half-burnt candles, past the cream-colored sofa that’s as soft as a cloud, curtesy of Gwyn’s family.

You wince as the water crashes loudly into the sink filled with measuring cups and bowls streaked with traces of cookie dough. You don’t have time to groan about the loss of sugary dough you would’ve more than happy to lick from the whisk, washing your hands as quickly as possible.

You toss the towel to the other side of the counter. Your mouth waters at the perfectly round, fluffy cookies sitting, waiting for you like a prize. You’re a hairsbreadth away from victory being yours when you’re interrupted in your robbery of sweet treats.

��Freeze!” A shout startles you. You jump in your spot, though you contemplate disregarding the warning for a taste of the sugary dessert within you reach. You eye the glistening chunks of chocolate that peek out from the perfectly cooked dough and swallow hard. Lifting your gaze, you meet the very turquoise you’ve been avoiding all week. “Hands where I can see them!” Gwyn calls, raising her hands in a finger gun, as if she’s seconds from taking you out. You’d deserve it, really, for what you’ve done, for what she walked in on.

Reluctantly, you raise your hands, but don’t step away from the cookies.

You have to face the music at some point. And right now, might be that moment.

If you get a cookie out of it, you’d consider yourself lucky.

“Secret agent Sugar,” you tease. At the sparkle of amusement that lifts the corner of your roommate’s mouth, you continue joking. “I thought I’d seen the last of you.”

“Hey, that cake betrayed me,” Gwyn grimaces, and just like that, the playful air surrounding you is replaced by the guilt. She’s referring to the night of her party. The wine you and your roommates had been drinking wasn’t the only thing that made a reappearance after she walked in on you in Rhysand’s arms.

You drop your arms at the same time as Gwyn holsters her pretend gun and walks further into the room. “Yeah, it was totally the cake,” you force a playful grin and hope it doesn’t come off as a grimace.

Gwyn rolls her eyes and stalks to the oven. You didn’t realize that there was another batch inside, and you seriously consider sneaking one of the cookies off the cooling rack in front of you and retreating to your room before she turns back around from checking how the current batch is cooking. “I’m still never eating cake again. Cookie cakes for the rest of my years,” she comments, deeming the batch done. You don’t know how she does it, knowing when they’re done by sight alone, but you don’t question her methods because the cookies always come out softer than your pillow.

“Is that what the cookies are for? A redo of your birthday?” You ask, carefully gauging her reaction for any sense that she remembers what happened between you and Mor’s cousin in the middle of your failed prank. You’d been more than distracted from finding the trophy Gwyn wanted to steal.

Gwyn crinkles her nose, probably remembering her hangover the following day. While you were sick with the thought of her mentioning something to Mor, Gwyn was couch-ridden for most of the day, arms clenched around her stomach and three bottles of different flavored electrolyte drinks and crackers scattered all around her. “No, though we are celebrating something.”

You rack your mind for what you could be celebrating. It’s not Mor’s birthday, that isn’t for three months, and it sure isn’t yours, unless your mother lied about the month and day you were born. You’re certainly not celebrating anything to do with psychology, though maybe you should plan a party if you pass. It’s more likely you’ll be throwing a funeral for your GPA with the way things are going lately, though.

“We are?” You question, tapping the counter with your finger in contemplation. Gwyn slips her hand into the oven mitts. A wave of heat blasts out of the oven when she opens it to pull the tray of cookies out. She shuts the door just as quickly, setting the sheet on top of the stove to cool. She punches the off button to turn the oven off and then she’s removing the mitts and leaning her hip against the counter to meet your gaze. She doesn’t seem like she remembers, otherwise you’d think she’d have mentioned something already, since Mor isn’t in the room. Gwyn’s not one for confrontation, though, she might keep this secret to herself no matter what. Your guilt only weighs heavier on your shoulders. You need to know if she knows, you just don’t know how you’re going to find out without bringing it up yourself. “And what are we celebrating?” You glance toward Mor’s room, the door shut tight. Unusual for your outgoing roommate. You twist your fingers together. “And where is Mor, anyway?” You need to know how much time you have before you make your escape.

Yes, you’re a coward, a big one.

As if she’s been summoned by the word ‘celebration,’ Mor’s door opens. She peeks her head out, looking like a floating head. Her long, blonde hair cascades in soft waves, and her brown eyes are alight with a smug excitement.

“Did someone just ask what we’re celebrating?” She questions.

Gwyn shakes her head in amusement. She cuts you an exaggerated look, raising her hand as if to whisper to you, but her voice level is loud enough for Mor to hear by the doorframe she continues to hide behind. “She’s been waiting for you to get home all day. Wouldn’t stop telling me we needed something special for dinner tonight, but wouldn’t tell me what the cookies were for.”

Mor frowns from the doorway. “Well, if you’d just let me speak, we’d already be celebrating!” She protests, but doesn’t step further into the room. Whatever she’s hiding, it must be good.

You glance at Gwyn, who only shrugs in response. “Is whatever Mor’s hiding better than the cookies?”

Laughter bubbles from her throat. “No, probably not.”

“Hey!” Mor snaps, face contorting into an exaggerated pout. She even goes so far as to stomp her foot. “Gwyn doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Of course, my surprise is better.”

“Okay…” You trail off, waving Mor into the room. “Can you please tell us what we’re celebrating? These cookies aren’t going to eat themselves, and I’m about two seconds away from breaking what little control I have left.”

“I was trying to build the anticipation,” your roommate remarks.

“It’s killing me,” you reply. Not the anticipation for whatever she’s going to bring out of her room, but for the cookies calling your name.

“You’re no fun,” Mor sighs. Before you can refute, she continues. “Remember our little prank last weekend?” Your playfulness shrivels in your stomach. Uh-oh. This might not end as well as you thought it might.

Has she found out about you and Rhys? You look to Gwyn, but she isn’t shooting you a look of accusation, instead tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear. She grimaces and mutters, “No.”

Your shoulders drop. So, she doesn’t remember a thing? That’s as good for you as it was bad for her.

You nod, unable to speak.

“Well,” Mor says smugly. She inches her way out of her room until only her arm is hidden behind the wall. “While you two were busy…” She shoots Gwyn a sympathetic smile. “Cleaning up, I found this.” She brings her other arm into the room, and clutched in her fingers is the very thing you set out to steal from the hockey house that night: their beloved trophy.

Holy shit.

Mission accomplished.

“You didn’t,” Gwyn gasps, but she’s grinning like the cat that got the cream. You guess her throwing up was a good distraction after all. By the time you’d gotten your arm around Gwyn’s waist to keep her from falling into the mess, a small crowd had amassed. Rhysand quickly jumped into captain mode, shooing people away and he ordered Balthazar to assist you in helping Gwyn to the bathroom. His brows were furrowed in a deep frown as he all but scooped Gwyn into his arms, cradling her gently to his chest. You know she and Balthazar have a strained relationship, though you don’t know why, but Gwyn wasn’t protesting, probably didn’t even know who was helping her out.

As you trailed behind them, you noticed Azriel striding down the hall, arms filled with towels to help clean up the mess. You hesitated, but he waved you on to follow your friend with a nod. You were grateful for the silent, brooding hockey player with a caring heart.

Mor hadn’t been anywhere to be found, and when you pulled your phone out to message her while Balthazar held Gwyn’s hair back for round two, your screen had lit up with a text saying she’d escaped and to meet her back home. You thought it was because she also wasn’t feeling great, not because she’d found and successfully snuck the trophy from their home.

“Where did you find that?” You ask, moving closer as she sets it in the middle of the counter. You and Gwyn stare at the trophy in awe, as utterly entranced as the boys must have been when they won the thing. It gleams gold. The light reflects off of the hockey player on top, posed to strike the puck into the net.

“I found it in Cassian’s room,” Mor explains with a roll of her eyes. Yeah, that would be the obvious place it would be. “It was buried under a mound of clothes and hockey pads.” Her nose crinkles and she shudders as she remembers something. “Smelly hockey pads. You have no idea what I had to dig through to get this.” She turns her back on you and Gwyn, pulling open the fridge. She returns with the milk. You grab three cups from the cupboard behind you, sliding them over to Mor, who fills them up.

“Are you sure we should be touching this, then?” Gwyn grimaces, eyeing the trophy like it’s no longer a prize, but diseased. “Maybe you should wash your hands.”

You splutter a laugh while Mor does just that. She sidles up to Gwyn, nudging her with her shoulder. Gwyn responds in jest, and the three of you fall into a fit of laughter.

You can’t believe you actually have their trophy. You wonder how long it’s going to take them to notice it’s missing, and how they’re going to react.

You imagine Rhysand’s face, twisted in confusion. His brows would scrunch together, forming a line between them that you always want to smooth out with your thumb. His eyes would narrow, his thick, dark lashes dimming the vibrant color of his eyes. And his lips…they’d purse in thought, pressing into a pout that makes something warm converge between your legs.

“Helloooo,” Mor waves a cookie in front of your face, breaking you from your trance. Your cheeks flare with embarrassment and guilt. Fuck, you need to stop thinking about Rhys. Starting now. “Earth to roomie!”

She and Gwyn have their glasses of milk raised, cookies in their other hands.

“Shit,” you fumble for your own glass and a cookie, appetite lost. Okay, not completely lost. The cookie looks delicious. “Sorry.”

“What were you thinking about, anyway?” Gwyn asks, concern laced across her features.

“Yeah, you were grinning like a lovesick fool,” Mor comments offhandedly.

“Uh,” you scramble for something to say. Think, think, you scold yourself. Psychology? No, why the fuck would you be smiling about your failing grade? You couldn’t pass your smile off as a potential new fling, that would open up way too many questions. You decide to go with the truth. Or, half of it, at least. “I just can’t believe our plan actually worked. I was thinking about the boys’ reaction when they find out their trophy is missing.”

Matching grins swallow your roommates’ faces. “Here, here!” Mor hoots, raising her glass in cheers. You and Gwyn follow suit.

“To the real winners!” Gwyn tacks on with a wicked glint in her eyes. She eyes the trophy with pride, and you wonder for a moment exactly why she has a problem with the hockey boys. But then you take a bite of the soft cookie, chocolate bursting on your tongue, and all is forgotten.

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dodger432101 · 2 days ago

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Lay with your God - Lux Imperator/Mr Ring-A-Ding x Reader Part 3

[It's time baby! THIS PART INCLUDES SMUT, MINORS DO NOT READ. Everyone else enjoy :) Disclaimer: This will be with a female reader, yes, because I want to imagine myself as the reader. And I have more knowledge of that body.]

It's a lovely Wednesday morning. The sun is shining - very brightly into your eyes my god curtains do your job - the birds are singing and you feel as rejuvenated as ever. Dodging the sun's near blinding rays you practically jump out of bed and start getting ready.

Memories of yesterday speed you up; you just about inhale your breakfast and have possibly set a new world record for the quickest anyone has washed themselves. You really want to get to Palazzo as soon as possible to spend more time with your.. well, what is he to you? You'd kissed Lux yesterday (plenty of times when you had to go home and he tried to convince you to sleep over), though now that you think about it what kind of relationship did you have with the God? You have to admit you've grown exceptionally fond of the little 'toon and his silly pranks, his surprising charm, his warm kisses.. but you're a mortal. Surely you're just a drop of water in the ocean of his life. Will he even remember you when you're gone? Are you just something to stave off boredom while he feeds off light in a random picture house in Miami? Do you even mean much to him?

Ookayyy, little early for all that. You're fed, showered and dressed. Get out the door and get some vitamin D from all that sunshine you clearly need it.

The short walk to Palazzo gives you enough time to loop your thoughts back from that little existential crisis you had to the lovely day. Huh. It's been bright and sunny ever since the God of Light showed up. Has all this clear weather been his doing? Can he control the sun's light? Has he been waking you up? The thought puts a smile on your face as you walk into the building and get your uniform on. As soon as you're dressed you hear the tapping sound of a speeding little cartoon racing his way down the hall towards your direction. You just have enough time to turn and brace for impact before Lux comes bounding over like a rabbit on a sugar rush and jumps straight into your arms, giggling as he wraps his stringy arms around your neck and buries his face in your shoulder.

"You're back you're back you're back!! I missed you sunshine, why won't you stay overnight? I'm stuck with mopey ol' Pye when you're not here and it's no fun." The God lifts his face just far away enough so that you have a clear view of his shining eyes, wet with unshed tears and a quivering pout like he's 3 seconds away from crying. Of course, the lone sad violin makes a disembodied return as Lux puts all the works into making you feel bad for leaving him in here. You can't help but coo at the display, giving the melodramatic celluloid a kiss on the cheek for his performance. In an instant the violin scratches out and the pout makes way for the cartoon's familiar grin, another giggle shaking his shoulders as he rubs that cheek against your face like an affectionate cat.

"Lux, hun, I'm sorry but I do need sleep. Can't say there's a nice little bed for me in this place." You remind the 'toon in your arms as you walk to Mr Pye's usual theatre room to greet him. Lux pauses his loving on you when he realises where you're carrying him and huffs, crossing his arms tightly and wrinkling that little pig snout in annoyance. He's seen more than enough of that old man, he wants to spend time with you now! You set him down gently outside the door to the projector room - God forbid Mr Pye saw you carrying the God of Light like a sack of potatoes - and go in to speak to your boss, leaving a grumpy little Lux to sigh, loudly and dramatically, before following you in.

You have a small chat with Mr Pye, all while your impatient God leans by the door, arms crossed, finger tapping, waiting for you to be done. You mention how bright and sunny it is outside and Reginald perks up, turning to the cartoon behind you. "Uhm, sir, might it be alright if I leave for a little while to get some things? Just some food and whatnot, you have some company now, I can always sort some films for the two of you to watch while I'm out." The poor man wrings his hands nervously as he talks to Lux, probably thinking the God will deny him any reprieve from his stay at the picture house. The celluloid hums, tapping his fingers on his arm in a rhythm like he's considering it. Then a lightbulb pings over his head and he grins widely. This is perfect for him. Time without Mr Pye and time with you!

"Why of course Mr Reginald Pye! You do spend.. all your time here, you must need to stock up on supplies! I'll be fine with your little employee here, go have fun, get some sun or whatever." All his time here? Gosh you thought Reginald was just staying a little later to keep Lux fed with light! Has he even left the building at all?! You turn to Lux while Mr Pye goes to sort out some reels for you and the God to load into the projector.

"Hey Hun, if we're gonna be having a film day could you be a dear and grab some snacks for me? You can always have some too, of course." You scratch the cartoon under his chin and watch him lean into the feeling, antennae curling into a heart shape at your affection.

"Anything for you sunbeam.." He purrs out, a very smitten smile on his face before he snaps out of his daze and dashes off to supply you with treats. Was it your imagination or were his pupils heart shaped for a second? Shaking that off as wishful thinking, you take this opportunity to go speak to your boss, worried for his wellbeing. You find him in the reel storage room, still clutching the film of his wife in one arm while he struggled to carry multiple reels with just one hand. Wordlessly you take them off him, a grateful smile crossing his face before he sees your worried expression.

"Sir.. how long has it been since you left the picture house?" Just that one question makes him hug his film reel tighter, looking away from you like you're scolding him. "Mr Pye. I.. I know you miss her something awful but this," You gesture to him with one hand and the general space with the other. "It isn't healthy sir. I never got the chance to meet your wife, but if she's as sweet as she seems on that film then I know she wouldn't want you rotting away in here. Gosh you're just my boss but I don't want that either." A shaky smile forms on Mr Pye's face. He looks down at the reel in his hands, then slowly holds it out to you.

"I know my dear, I'm sorry I've worried you. You're a kind soul. She would've loved you, I'm sure." His smile grows steady as you gently take the film from him, keeping it separate from the others. "Right, I better grab a bag for all the shopping. I'll get some of your favourites from that sweet shop down the road, a treat for looking after.. her. And a God while I'm out." You both chuckle at that, going your separate ways as you put Mr Pye's film on his desk and lay out the others on another table in the projector room. Lux can be seen through the gap in the wall down in the theatre, comically stretched arms holding a bag of popcorn, a drink cup and other bags of unknown goodies. You shake your head fondly at the sight and go help him set them down at the seats of your choice.

"So, sunshine, ol' Pye selected any masterpieces for us to watch?"

"I didn't take a look, actually. We can pick one out together!" Lux beams at the idea, already bounding up the steps, leaving you to chase after him with laughter echoing around the room. Once you're in the projector room you lift Lux up so you can both see onto the table, pointing at the labels as you read them out. Hah, Reginald picked out a Mr Ring-A-Ding cartoon! Lux shakes his head immediately at it, both of you knowing he'll be unable to stop himself from copying the theme song and dance. (You do love to see the little God begrudgingly sing and dance along whenever it plays) You scan the selection again, gasping in delight at one reel. Mr Pye had picked out one of your favourite films. You grab it, showing Lux as you bounce on the back of your feet. Seeing your excitement for this particular film the 'toon nods right away, watching you load the reel into the projector with a fond smile, antennae back in a heart shape.

It wasn't a particularly well known film, or well loved. But it held a special place in your heart, every time watching it felt like the first. You sit down with Lux as it begins playing, munching on the selection of snacks he picked out. Your eyes were glued to the film, the familiar tune of the opening score putting a smile on your face. Lux leans back in his seat, soaking up the light of the film and the happy expression on your face. Both of his favourite things in one room. How could this get any better for him?

Near the ending of the film, the couple on screen come together for the big anticipated kiss the entire movie builds up towards, you and Lux watching in a daze. Yeah you're both imagining it's you two instead. Though as the final score plays the people on screen get a little.. handsy.. before falling into bed as the credits play over top. You'd forgotten about that, face a little flushed as you keep imagining it's you and Lux doing that. You glance over at the God to see him locked onto the screen, almost seeming in awe at their movements. Well that isn't helping your blush at all. The projector clicks like it's going to turn off, yet all it does is replace the image of the film with a general white light. You look back at it, then return your gaze to the cartoon next to you to see a curious expression on his face. Wait. Does he not know about-

"What were they doing on that bed? Thought they were for sleeping on. That sure didn't look like sleeping, whatever it was!" The God of Light doesn't know what sex is. Ho boy you did not think you'd have to have this conversation with a God, especially one in the form of Mr Ring-A-Ding. You're gonna tell Mr Ring-A-Ding about sex. What has your life come to?

"Well." Where the hell do you even start? "Do you.. know how we make, babies?" Lux tilts his head to the side, then shakes it. Oh wow. "They were having sex, Lux. It's how we make children. But lots of people just.. do it 'cause it feels nice... Apparently." Not to say you hadn't tried, oh you had indeed you little sinner. But turns out not everyone knows what they're doing, at least when it comes to making a lady feel good. That, or they didn't bother to try. You've got the God's undivided attention now; he sits forward in his seat and stares at you like he's waiting for you to say more. "Uhm.. yeah. Never really understood the talk for it. Wasn't that great for me. That's about it. You can stop staring now Lux." He blinks at that, looking to where the film had been playing then to you with a strangely determined face. What's he planning?

"Ya think I could do better than a human, toots?" He's gonna be the death of you. Your flapping mouth and multiple blinks lead him to continue. "'Course we.. don't have to, sweetie pie. Just I'm curious what it's like and.. seems you didn't get the best you could from the whole act. I..." He looks away, gently putting a hand over yours. You could pull away easily if you wanted. "I wanna make you feel good, dolly. Gosh you deserve that, that and so much more. What do you say, sunshine?" He looks back to you with the gentlest smile he can form on his cartoon face, stroking his thumb over your hand reassuringly. The tidal wave of affection he's loading onto you makes you lightheaded but you fight the daze to nod enthusiastically at the question. He raises his eyebrow at that, smile turning playful. The little minx wants words again, damn him.

"I want you, Lux." Where did that confidence come from?! Nobody knows but you're thankful it did show up cause you've got the little 'toon blushing a dark blue off that one sentence. The projector clicks off as he hops out his seat and grabs your hand in a firmer grip, leading you out this theatre and into one down the end of the hallway. You're about to ask where he's taking you before he opens the door to this theatre's projector room. In there is a mattress, with blankets and pillows piled up on it in a corner of the room. You stare at the makeshift bed for a few seconds before you turn to Lux, his blush only getting worse as he scratches the back of his head and chuckles nervously.

"Every time I've asked you to stay, you've always said about not having a bed here. Sooo I asked Mr Pye for all of that.." He stretches his free hand to the bed, "For you. You can sleep over if you want now!" He gives you a shaky smile, seemingly waiting for your approval of his work.

You scoop him up and hug him tightly, squeezing your eyes shut to try and keep any tears from escaping. Such a thoughtful little God has taken interest in you and you couldn't be happier. "I know this isn't the most.. savoury union." You pull away just enough to see his face, his expression serious. "Your existence. It's a blink of an eye to me. You'll be... Gone.. before I know it. Before I'm ready. I want to spend as much time as possible with you. I know the idea of being immortalised in film scares you, but please.." Lux cups your cheek in one hand, thumb brushing against your skin, a mournful look on his face. "If you ever, ever change your mind. Tell me. I don't want to let you go. I don't want to.. let you die."

That knocks the wind out of you. He cared. He cared so much about you that he wanted to make you immortal like him. He wanted to be with you forever.

Overwhelmed by the God's love you pull him into a kiss, Lux returning it instantly with all the passion he could muster in his little 'toon body. You stay like that for what feels like an eternity all in itself, holding your God. Then you remember the reason he brought you here. You set Lux down, reluctantly breaking the kiss before giving him a smooch on the forehead. Leaving him with his heart antennae, you make your way over to the mattress and kick your shoes off. You sit down, then flop back and snuggle into the pile of blankets and pillows. The mattress itself wasn't very thick but Lux had padded it up nicely, it was now a comfortable little nest. The God walks round so he's standing on the side your head is, leaning over until his face is in your view. "Well, sunshine? Do you like it?" He's tapping his fingers together nervously. He so badly wants you to like it, to know he's done a good job. You reach out till your fingers touch his chest, gliding them up to his bowtie and taking hold, pulling him down and flipping so he's laying underneath you. He looks up at you with wide eyes, his yellow hat knocked off somewhere in the pillow pile, the dark blue blush back in force.

"It's perfect now." You break off Lux's breathless laugh with another kiss, falling back into your familiar rhythm. Slipping your tongue into the toon's mouth, you lift one hand to start unbuttoning your work top. As you get halfway down, the God moves his hands off the bed and onto you, one on your cheek as the other strokes down the side of your neck. He lets out an inquisitive hum when his hand reaches your collarbone, breaking the kiss and looking down at your chest. His eyes flick between your face and your open shirt, his hand slowing down to a snail's pace as he traces your bra. It's nothing fancy, a simple black one you threw on in your rush to get ready, but Lux stares like it's the finest piece of fabric he's ever seen. You can't help but blush at the attention, sitting up onto your knees to reach behind your back and snap open the clip. Lux watches intently as you finish unbuttoning your shirt, pulling it off then slipping the straps of your bra down your arms until it falls from your breasts. His mouth falls open at the sight (not as comically far as you thought it would), hands hovering above him as he stares in awe. You giggle at the sight and lean back down, his eyes focused on your nipples like a laser pointer until they're right above his hands. He looks back up to your eyes. You know what he wants.

At the nod of your head Lux cups your breasts in each hand, gently kneading them, squishing them together. The brush of his thumb over your nipple makes you shiver, catching his attention and causing a smirk to form on his previously captivated face. He looks you in the eyes as he combines the kneading with drawing circles over your nipples, your arms and breath shaking from the strong mix of sensations.

Lux moves his hands down to your sides and all of a sudden you're on your back underneath him. Guess that toon logic gives him some strength. He leans down until his lips are brushing over yours. "Let me worship you, my angel." The whisper is followed by more kisses, his tongue lapping at your bottom lip but never moving further than there. The little tease. He finally moves from your mouth and shuffles down so he's straddling your stomach, hands back to your chest. You lean your head back, a drawn out pleased hum leaving you from the simmering pleasure growing lower south.

Lux smiles down at your relaxed state, taking it as a sign he's doing good. He shuffles further down so he's now seated on your hips, smoothing his hands down your sides, feeling your ribcage, running one hand over your stomach. "So much detail.." He truly was in awe over your image. He wanted to see more. All of you. Worship every inch of flesh.

His hands make their way to the top of your work pants, smoothing over the fabric. You raise your head at this, looking down as your fingers move to the front of your pants, working the buttons and zipper so you can take them off. Lux watches them, even your fine motor skills were captivating to the God of Light. You lift your hips to drag your pants down, Lux also being lifted with a quiet "Whee!" Making you snort. You kicked them off the rest of the way, now only one barrier of clothing left on you. You reach down but blue four-fingered hands gently move yours out the way. "I said to let me worship you, didn't I darlin'?" He hooks his fingers into your panties, slowly pulling them from your hips and exposing your dripping pussy to the God.

Without a word he shuffles back so he's between your spread legs, gently using one finger to trace your lips. You lay your head back against a pillow, letting Lux explore your body. Surprisingly he finds your clit right away, pressing gentle circles when you buck your hips up at the feeling of his finger on you. The hand not occupied slides further down, slipping between your lips towards the source of the water works. Lux flicks his eyes up to you, examining your expression, making sure you're enjoying his attention. Then a lightbulb pops up over his head and he licks his lips with a devilish little grin.

You gasp in a mix of surprise and pleasure when you feel a wet muscle glide over your clit. Glancing down shows Lux smirking up at you. One hand hooked around your thigh, the other using its index finger to circle your entrance. His mouth is over your clit, tongue giving it broad, slow laps. When your eyes meet he gives you a wink, a small *ding!* sound effect playing. You let out a half moan, half laugh at the sound before your head falls back again, soaking in the pleasure Lux so generously gives to you. A full moan claws it way out your throat when those licks turn to his lips sucking gently on it, Lux humming in response as he alternates between suckling and licking at you. You're so wet as this point that some more gentle prodding lets his other hand's finger slip right inside you, only adding to the pleasure. "Lux.. fuck, I'm gonna cum." He looks up at that. Come? But you're right here! You haven't told him to stop so he keeps lapping at your clit, the finger inside you gently feeling around your hot walls. He must do something good because you tighten around his digit in rhythmic pulses, breath stuttering and body shaking. Once your hole loosens its grip, Lux gently pulls it out, the hand on your thigh gliding up and down soothingly.

"That's it angel, come down from the heaven I took you to. Come back to me sunshine." His voice is low and gentle as you ride the last waves of your orgasm, soft kisses get littered on the inside of your thigh as you steady your breathing. "There you go sweetie pie. Was that good? Sure seemed so with all those sounds you made." He giggled, mimicking your moans while you covered your blushing red face. That drew out a proper laugh, the laugh only you got to hear from him. It was always the same 7 note tune but you found it endearing that this little God had such a unique laughter.

You sit up so you're face to face with Lux and kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips while you run your hands down his body. Still fully clothed (minus the hat, that's somewhere behind you). "Your turn, Lux." You purr against his lips before dipping your hands into his waistcoat, pulling the sleeves down his noodle arms until it comes off. Next, the yellow vest. As you take his bowtie off, you litter kisses all over his face, making the toon giggle and snort. Last was his shirt. Turns out underneath all the snazzy clothes was just blue skin. Lux grins nervously before you trail pecks down from his neck to his pants, more giggles erupting from the God. Must be ticklish.

You glance down at the front of his pants and - oh my god that's a bigger bulge than you expected from this barely-3ft toon. You hook your fingers under the fabric, looking into Lux's eyes. He nods quickly, but you want to play him with his own game. You raise an eyebrow at the God, waiting. Mere seconds pass before "Please please please take them off sunshine!" It's a good thing he isn't patient. You pull his pants down, immediately noticing this naughty toon goes commando as a fairly sized blue cock bounces in front of you, comical *boioioing* sound effect included. You should've laughed. You would've laughed if the appearance didn't shock you into silence.

It wasn't huge per say, definitely looked like it belonged on the cartoon body it was attached to. But it was deliciously thick, visible veins running down the sides, pink tip weeping already with pre cum. Wow, is your mouth watering at this? "Do.. do you like it? I can change it, probably, I mean I've never tried altering this form but how hard can it be?" Lux trails off his rambling with a shaky laugh, fingers tapping together. You glance up at him before you lean down, tongue out to taste the beads of white collecting at the tip. The God lets out a high pitched, admittedly quite pathetic, whine as you lap at the head of his cock. It has a familiar salty taste, though there's something else.. if you could put a taste to light, that's what you'd call it. Makes sense. Any other time you'd happily sit here and suck him dry. But your pussy wanted him more than you mouth right now.

You needed him inside of you.

So, you give his tip one last kiss before you fall back into the pillows and beckon him over with one finger. Lux happily crawls up until his cock is aligned with your soaking pussy, a small "Oohh" coming from him as he seems to realise how this sex thing works. "The hole your finger was in, love. Put it in there." You lift your hair from under your back, letting it spread out like a halo around your head while Lux gently pushed the tip of his cock inside you.

"Oh, fuck." You're honestly surprised he didn't get bleeped out from swearing, but god are you glad he can swear cause it's just too good hearing him moan out as he thrusts the rest of his cock in. "Gosh you're so tight, angel. Tight." Lux pulls out a couple inches before slamming back in. "Wet." Another sharp thrust makes you moan. "Warm." His angle is different this time, brushing up against something divine as you nearly squeal from the shot of red hot pleasure.

"Fuck, god, right there Lux!" He lets out a breathy laugh, setting a fairly slow but hard rhythm that has his tip kissing that sweet spot in you every thrust, driving you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

"That's it angel, I'm your God. I'm the only one who will see you like this, hear you sing like this. I'll ruin you for mortals and gods alike, only I will make you feel this good. You're mine, aren't you sunshine? My angel, my light." Lost in pleasure, Lux allowed his natural godly possessiveness to take hold. Not that you minded, you loved the idea of being all his. Especially when he spoke like that, the sound of his voice somewhat strained, trying to keep down his moans so he could get his words out.

He gripped at your hips tightly, just above where your thighs began, his thrusts increasing in speed as you both neared climax. You reach down to his hands, fingers interlocking as you feel the knot in your stomach get ready to snap. "Fuuuck, you're divine pretty lady. Oh and you will be, I'll find a way, I'll make you a God if you want dolly I'll do anything for you." Lux's voice gets higher in pitch as he thrusts wildly, seemingly desperate to get his release. "Oh you're mine angel, right? All mine? Mine, mine, mine, mine-!" He cuts himself off with a deep, drawn out moan as he buries his entire length inside you. The feeling of fullness jumpstarts your orgasm as Lux fills you with his cum, hips bucking as he pants heavily.

As his orgasm subsides, the little God collapses onto you, cock still buried in your pussy, his head just reaching your ribcage. One of his eyes are half lidded, both black pie eyes replaced by pink hearts. Tiny doves and Cupids circle above his head. You've fucked the God of Light stupid. Congrats!

Once you're no longer on cloud 9, you move your hands onto Lux in hopes of grounding him. One goes to his back, drawing random patterns into the blue skin. The other runs its fingers through his hair, earning a surprisingly deep and growly hum from the God. After a minute or two, Lux blinks the hearts out of his eyes, the familiar black pie pupils back. He lets out a long, satisfied sigh as he stretches his arms, swatting the images above his head away before he finally lifts his head to look at you.

Your hair's a mess, you're sweaty, your throat is dry, but he stares at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.

"You alright, angel?" You can't help but chuckle. The one who looked about ready to pass out is asking if you're ok. Oh, you love him.

"Mhm, I'm doing more than alright Hun. What about you? You looked like you went to another plane of existence for a minute there." You both let out tired laughs, Lux smiling fondly at you for a second as he watches you try to bring some order to your hair.

"Yeah.. that was incredible. I see why you humans do that! Though..." He looks down where the two of you are still connected. "Leaves quite the mess, huh?" You grimace and nod your head, flashes of past hook-ups resurfacing. The many times you've had to wipe yourself off while the guy you were with got dressed and walked out or waited for you to leave. Like the toon can read your mind, he smirks and wiggles his eyebrows in a 'Watch this' way. Lux snaps his fingers and you watch a strip of film float over like a snake, wrapped around a box of tissues. "Ta-da! I didn't feel like getting up." He grabs the box and pulls a few tissues out, stuffing them under your ass before he pulls out with a shudder. Lux quickly gives himself a wipe down before cleaning you up, whistling the Mr Ring-A-Ding theme tune to himself as he works. You can't tell if he's doing it subconsciously or not. Once you're no longer covered in a God's cum, Lux snaps his fingers again and his clothes pop back onto his body. He's full of surprises today.

"Let me go grab the snacks, sunshine! Ooo! how about your usual clothes too? They're probably more comfortable than the stuff you gotta wear for work." You nod with a giggle, amused by the God's refound energy. He doesn't stay down for long it seems. Maybe that applies to his cock too..

Lux returns quickly, putting the food and drink to the side while he helps you into your clothes. This takes longer than it should purely because of Lux trying to litter more kisses all over you before your body is covered again. Clothed, fed and refreshed, you snuggle down into the pile of blankets and pillows with your God of Light, holding him close as you lay on your side. Finally, he got the sleepover he wanted.

Mr Pye returned much later than he'd anticipated. Buying the supplies he needed, sweets for you and the trip to his home to collect some trinkets close to his heart drew out his trip by several hours. Palazzo was silent when he got back, confusing the older man. Weren't you two going to watch films? He peeks his head into every theatre in search of the God who had invaded his picture house and the employee said God had gotten attached to. Growing concerned, he opened the door to the projector room of the last theatre. There you were, cuddling Lux like he was a big stuffed animal, the God snoring with a triplets of Zs floating above his head. Reginald smiled at the sight, then quietly shut the door and returned to his theatre room. None the wiser to what you and Lux had been up to.

[Holy mackerel! Wasn't that a lot of words? Just wanted to say a quick thank you for all the love these fanfics are getting, it's my first time writing anything like this but I had to give Ring-A-Ding/Lux some love. I might do a part 4 involving both Lux AND Ring, you could get up to some naughty stuff with 2 fellas. Hehehe]

#lux imperator #mr ring a ding #lux imperator x reader #mr ring a ding x reader #mr ring a ding smut #lux imperator smut

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nothoughtsjustfic · 2 days ago

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Super Freak - K.SY

🩸Who: Kwon Soonyoung (Seventeen) x reader 🩸What: Dark themes (check warnings). Crack. Strangers to roommates. Supernatural. Monster/ serial killer reader. Suggestive (18+). 🩸Word count: 5.8k 🩸Warnings: Reader is a literal monster. Reader kills and often eats humans. Soonyoung is a genuine freak and is into reader being a literal monster. Reader is technically gender neutral but does take on a female human form to blend in and it is their default human form. But they’re mostly in monster form in this, which includes tentacles. Murder (off screen). Blood. Off screen masturbation. Many sexual references and remarks. No smut at all, implied or otherwise. Though there is a quick description of a mental image of sex. They’re both very morally fucked up, to be honest. 🩸Summary: “When you first lay your eyes on Soonyoung, you immediately want to eat him.

Yet somehow, you wind up becoming roommates with the human and have a new ‘sidekick’ to aid your monstrous murder habit.

All in a night’s work, you guess.”

Minors do NOT interact. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in their bio.

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A/N- Big shout out to @lovetaroandtaemin for all sorts of help and support with this story in a way that prompted me to actually write it, instead of leaving the idea to rot in the back of my brain somewhere. Love you, babydoll 💗

Many might say that your methods are messy, dangerous, and bound to turn around and bite you in the ass. In fact, your people have said as much on many different occasions. But do you listen? Of course not. Why would you listen to those boring, cautious folk when you can keep working how you always have and keep the spark alive?

Even if that’s all that stays alive. Your kill streak grows bigger by the month, and your hands and mouth dirtier by the number.

Just how you like it.

You can practically hear the elders droning in your mind as you watch your current choice of victim obliviously wander around his apartment from where you’re sitting on the roof of the building opposite.

“You’re too reckless!”

“You’re going to get caught!”

“You’re eating well tonight!”

Okay, that last one might actually just be you. But that’s the only one you’re interested in, anyway.

The man is currently wandering around topless, a light sheen of sweat against his skin. You know he’s just returned home; you saw him enter the building minutes ago, but you have no idea where he’s been, why this human is so sweaty and red cheeked. But it doesn’t matter, not to you.

You don’t care who your victims are. You don’t have a set list of characteristics your prey must have for you to pick them. Unlike the elders, you don’t care who you kill. If they look like they’ll be fun to play with and taste good, you’ll take anyone as a meal. Or just a plaything if you’re not hungry.

Tonight though, you’re starving.

Initially, you had another meal in mind; someone else who lives in this building, who you had stalked home an hour ago. You’ve been watching her window in wait for the perfect moment to sneak in, scare her into tasting so fucking sweet before chowing down.

Yet, you happened to notice this man and he immediately took your interest. It’s not unusual for you to change your mind when someone else catches your eye while on the hunt, but it is unusual for you to be interested in someone so physically fit.

Of course, you do enjoy it when they try to fight back; the adrenaline really adds a certain little mouthwatering richness to their flesh and blood that you can never resist. But you tend to prefer your meals to be softer, with more fat around the edges to melt in your mouth. This man, however, doesn’t seem to have much, if any, extra fat on him. He clearly takes care of his body, judging by the muscles you can see so plainly.

Still, he has your full attention now and you intend to sink your teeth into him. Just as soon as he’s showered, because he’s far too sweaty right now for your taste. A little salt is good, but too much just ruins the meal.

When the man appears in his bathroom, backlit by the light from the hallway until he flicks the bathroom light on, you perk up a little, pushing yourself forward in interest where you’re sitting on the edge of the roof with your feet dangling down.

He wanders around a little, grabbing a towel from the cupboard then turning his shower on. As steam starts to rise from the bathroom floor, he moves just out of your view, making you pout, displeased at having no idea what he’s up to. Though he returns moments later, entirely naked and with his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth before he climbs into the shower.

Although you usually don’t stop to ponder on the physicality of humans, you find yourself watching this man for longer than you intend to. There’s something about him that draws you in, even with toothpaste foam dripping down his chin as he wriggles around, apparently performing a show for the rubber duck seated on the shelf amongst bottles.

Toothpaste drips onto his bare chest and he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, simply rubs it into his skin mixed with the suds on his hand, drawing your attention to the circles he haphazardly makes on his torso. There’s no rhythm or finesse to his movements, to the way his hands move over his body to wash the sweat and daily grime from his skin. He’s messy about it.

You like messy.

When his hand slides down his body and his movements change, from cleaning to groping, you realise that he intends to pleasure himself. That’s your cue to move.

Sure, you may be a literal monster and regularly pluck the very life from any human you feel like relieving of their pulse, but you have morals. Watching someone in the midst of a sexual activity requires consent, and you certainly don’t have that from a man who isn’t even aware of your presence.

Instead of invading his sexual privacy by watching him masturbate in the shower, you get up and jump across the gap between the buildings. You sail through the night sky effortlessly, to land silently on the balcony attached to his living room, ready to invade his general privacy.

It doesn’t surprise you to find the balcony door unlocked when you try the handle; humans have the terrible habit of not locking their balcony doors. Well, terrible for them, great for you. It makes your life so much easier when you don’t have to break doors to gain access.

The door makes a horrible grinding sound as you slide it open, but you aren’t concerned that the human heard it, as you can still hear the water hitting his body and the tiles without a change of pattern, nor have his breathy moans stopped meeting your ears.

After ducking into the apartment, you pull the door closed behind you, then wander through the surprisingly spacious home. From your experience so far, humans as young as this one don’t have such space in their homes. They tend to live in smaller apartments if alone, or just a little bigger if sharing with another, though sometimes they’re just as small when shared.

You assume it’s hard to make money as a younger human these days, resulting in smaller homes. Your experience in the human world is limited, but the elders had made it out to be different. Then again, the elders never leave your homeland anymore, so their knowledge is a little dated.

In fact, you’re the only one of your people to regularly leave the homeland and experience the chaos of humanity. It’s a lot; all the noise and pollution their kind emit and create. But they taste delicious, so you overlook their massive flaws to focus on filling your stomach and entertaining yourself.

The first room you enter is certainly a bedroom, but it feels too stale, the air too undisturbed, so you assume it’s a spare bedroom and leave.

It’s obvious that the next room you enter is the correct one. You can see the hoodie that the man was wearing earlier, discarded carelessly on the floor beside the overflowing hamper of dirty clothes. You pull a face as you consider that he can’t regularly do laundry to have such a pile and just hope he has an impressive array of clothing to make the habit understandable. You hope he doesn’t wear dirty clothes repeatedly, especially to put dirty clothes on a clean body.

You don’t even wear clothes in your natural form, but even you think the condition and hygiene of clothing to be very important. Admittedly, it’s a lot to do with the fact that dirty clothes mean your food is dirty and you can’t stand a dirty meal. It’s one feeding rule you can agree with the elders on.

The sudden change in the man’s moaning from the bathroom makes you aware that he’s finished and will likely be out soon. Silently, you slink over to the corner of the room and hide in the shadows, glad that they welcome you so openly and hold you close.

Minutes later, the man strolls into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his body in the same way you have only seen female humans do; pulled right up to the top of his chest and secured there instead of around his hips or waist, as you see other human males do. It’s very curious to you.

As far as you’ve seen, humans are very rigid in their strange little gender roles. If anything, you’ve seen females wear clothing aimed towards males and perhaps even act more male like. But to see a male do something you’ve only seen female humans do is very strange. Such things don’t exist amongst your people; gender is a very human concept.

Your people don’t even have a biological sex like they do. It was rather difficult as a youngster to grasp the concept of only being able to impregnate or be impregnated when your people can all do both. Though, even that is very different for your people, the process of reproduction. Your natural body isn’t built for pleasure like your human form is.

In fact, many of your people like to gather in human form for the sake of sexual pleasure for fun, sometimes even in the human world. One of your closest friends is known for hosting orgies with humans, who are entirely oblivious to the truth of the person, or people, they’re interacting with. You’ve never been to one and have little interest, but you can understand the appeal in it and support your friend and their kinks entirely.

That’s not to say you can’t feel pleasure in your natural form, because you certainly can. But in your natural, monstrous form, the sole purpose of that pleasure is for breeding purposes. Instinctively, you cannot get any release in your natural form unless you have the intention of breeding your partner.

It’s a bit strange that you find yourself interested in this towel wrapped human while in your natural form. You’re not even sure if you can breed a human, but there is a slither of interest in your mind that only grows the longer you watch him wander around the bedroom.

Deciding that you need to make a start on your plan to consume this human, you step out of the shadows. It just so happens that he turns at the same time, sweatpants in one hand and uses his other to loosen his towel. It drops to the floor at the same time as his eyes find your hulking form materialising out of the darkness that shouldn’t even be present in his room, he just hadn’t paid attention to that fact until now.

Anticipating a scream, you take a step closer and let one of your appendages reach out and press into his open mouth, clogging it before a sound can escape.

What you had not expected was for the human to practically moan; a high-pitched keening type of sound, as his eyes roll back and his knees weaken, forcing you to wrap your two strongest tentacles around his bare waist to hold him up.

“What is the matter with you?” you can’t help but ask, voice low and rumbling. His hands scramble at the lengthy appendages wound around him, but he’s not fighting them, not trying to remove them.

It suddenly hits you that this human isn’t even the slightest bit scared of you, of the giant monster towering over him and staring him down with unblinking, dark grey eyes webbed with a deep purple. Humans always respond in fear to your natural form; this is truly baffling to you.

If anything, this human is enjoying your presence; as made very obvious by his own, much smaller, appendage plumping visibly where it hangs between his legs.

“You’re strange,” you murmur before your empty stomach reminds you that it is empty, and you have a reason for being here other than bewilderment.

Effortlessly lifting the man up with your tentacles, you walk through the apartment to the kitchen to grab a chair to place in the middle of the tiles and place him onto it. Your tentacles hold him in place as you use your hands to unwind the rope from your own waist ready to tie him down. You make a point of not paying attention to the fact that it feels like this human is ever so slightly working his tongue against the tentacle in his mouth.

Once you’ve finished tying him down, you step back and pull your tentacles back to yourself.

“What now?” he asks, staring at you with big, sparkling eyes. “Are you going to have your way with me?” He looks genuinely thrilled at the prospect, making you stare at him puzzled. “It’s been a while since I had anything in my ass, but I’m a real champ about it! Do you make your own lube? That’s hot,” he practically purrs the words out. “But don’t worry if not; I have plenty! I like it messy.”

Your brain genuinely shuts off for a second at the thought of this being liking it messy. Your mind conjures perhaps too much of an indecent image of him spread wide, held open by your tentacles as arousal fluid covers his body and drools from his hole, where it’s spread wide around your breeding organ that’s shoved deep into him.

“So?” his questioning tone brings you back. “Do you produce your own lube? My ass needs it; it doesn’t self-lubricate.”

“I’m aware of how the human asshole works,” you point out.

“Oh! Good! You know about the prostate, then?” You just nod dumbly. “Great!” He beams brightly. “I’m very excited about this. I have a good feeling this will be a lot of fun!”

“I’m not here to fuck you,” you correct flatly and watch as his face falls while his posture slumps.

“You’re not?” His bottom lip drops into a displeased pout around his words before he looks down to where his erection stands proud between his spread legs. “Sorry, buddy, not tonight.”

“Please stop talking to your penis,” you request and reach over to grab a large plastic bowl from the draining board to place upside down over his crotch.

“What’re you doing?” he wonders, sounding curious and weirdly into playing hide-the-penis-under-the-plastic-bowl.

“It’s distracting.”

He looks back at you. “Well, we could put it to use. Do you have a hole?” He drags his gaze over your bare form curiously. “You look naked, but I can’t see any genitals. How do you have sex?”

“My people aren’t designed in that way. We don’t fuck; we breed.”

The way his mouth drops open and his throat bobs as he swallows thickly tells you that this human likes the sound of that. You can’t tell if it means he wants to try to breed you or not. You know that humans who are biologically male cannot get pregnant, so surely, he doesn’t want you to breed him. Right?

“That is irrelevant anyway. I already told you that I’m not here to ‘have my way’ with you,” you remind, quoting his own words back at him.

“Oh, right, yeah,” he sighs as the arousal in his eyes seeps away and he leans back in the chair. “So, why are you here? If you want to rob me, I don’t have anything with resale value. I don’t buy fancy tech because it confuses me. Why are there so many buttons and apps and options on things these days?” He huffs a frustrated breath. “I want to go back to simpler times, don’t you?”

“It makes no difference to me.”

“Do you have a phone?”

“Of course, I’m not a savage,” you retort with a scoff then move closer to roughly grab his face in one hand. His eyes light back up as your hand easily dwarfs the lower part of his face while your fingers and thumb press into the hinge of his jaw. “Tell me, do you have any of those nasty diseases your species tend to carry?”

“No, I’m healthy. I get a sexual health screening between partners,” he promises.

“I already told you that I’m not here to fuck you.”

“Then why do you want to know if I’m diseased?”

“Diseased flesh doesn’t sit well in my stomach.”

The man blinks at you a few times before his eyes widen comically. “Y-you’re going to eat me?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“Scared?”

“No,” he responds without hesitation as his head shakes a little in your hand; from side to side slightly without his wide gaze breaking from yours.

The strangest part is that you believe him entirely; there isn’t the slightest sign of fear on this man. It’s truly perplexing that even when staring in the eyes of a monster who wants to devour him, he looks more than willing and happy to be here.

You have to let him go and take a few steps back as he continues to stare up at you with eyes rounded with anticipation and body lax and waiting. He’s so…weird. It throws you off your game far too much. You need to put a little space between the two of you to try and grab your mental stability back.

“Are you going to eat me while I’m still alive? Are you going to bite right into me or are you going to rip me apart and then start eating? Or maybe you want to use a knife and get clean cuts? I don’t cook, so I don’t really have any good knives, sorry.” He genuinely looks apologetic for not having any sharp knives to aid in his own demise; his lips twist to the side slightly and he slouches almost guiltily. “My friends always tell me off for not having sharp knives; they say I’m more likely to cut myself with blunt knives.”

“You are,” you agree without thought.

“Oh.” It looks as if he’s finally accepted the advice of his friends. Who knew all it’d take is for a serial killer monster to agree with their words for him to finally take them to heart. “Guess it’s too late now though, seeing as you’re going to kill me. You are going to kill me, right? You’re not just going to chew on my leg and leave the rest of me, are you? That’d fucking suck.”

“I would’ve thought dying would suck too,” you point out.

“Well…yeah,” he concedes, but clearly isn’t done with the topic, “but what’s the point of only getting hurt by a big, beautiful monster when you can just kill me? Just getting hurt is lame.” He huffs then abruptly straightens up with a strange, somewhat panicked expression on his face. “Oh, shit, is it offensive to call you a monster? I didn��t even think! What should I call you? What’s your like, species?”

You blink at him dumbly a few times before opening your mouth to answer. “Monster is fine. My people aren’t tender-hearted; we know what we are and don’t shy away from it.”

“Embrace it!” he enthuses, lighting back up. “Monster isn’t a bad word! I think you’re so fucking cool!”

“Right.”

“My friends call me a freak, you know?”

“I can see why.”

“I can’t tell if you’re trying to insult me or not,” he admits, giving you a suspicious look.

“Is a fact an insult?”

“Exactly!” he agrees with a grin. “I am a freak! I don’t shy away from that either! We’re a good pair, you know? We embrace our titles others think of as negative labels!”

“I’m not going to fuck you just because you offer a few meagre compliments,” you deadpan.

The way his smile drops makes you have to press your lips together to hold back your laugh. He doesn’t seem to notice though, already looking down at the bowl upturned on his crotch and mumbling apologetically to his penis yet again.

Although your stomach is twisting with the need to be filled, you suddenly don’t quite have the urge to bury your teeth into this man. At least, not for that reason. You think he’d probably be into being bitten during sex, even if it draws blood. In fact, he’d probably be even more into it if it drew blood. The man truly is a freak of the highest order, and perhaps it makes you just as much of one that you’re into how into it he is.

With a forlorn sigh, he lifts his head to look back at you. “I have a request, before you kill me.”

“I’m not fucking you.”

“I know,” he whines. “You don’t keep having to say that! Am I not monstrous enough for you, is that it?”

“No. I just don’t play with my food like that.”

“Not even a little?” Once again, his lips protrude into a natural pout as he looks at you sadly. “Just a single tentacle in the ass?”

“What’s your request?” you ask before you give in and get distracted. You really do need to eat sooner rather than later; it’s been far too long since your last meal.

“Oh.” He straightens up and then tilts his head back a little, motioning behind him shortly. “Can you kill my neighbour?”

“What?”

“He plays really shit music.”

“You want me to kill your neighbour because he ‘plays shit music’?” you deadpan in shock.

“Yes.” He nods firmly, looking utterly serious and at this point, you shouldn’t even be surprised by this man. “And I want to watch.” Okay, maybe you should be surprised by this man.

“There’s something very wrong with you, isn’t there?”

“Probably,” he agrees shamelessly with a nod. “So, can I watch? I’ve always wanted to see the life go from someone’s eyes.”

Once again, you find yourself silently staring at the man for a few moments as he stares back openly, patiently. “Fuck it. Sure,” you give in with a nod.

“Yay!” he cheers and then wiggles happily in his seat. “This is going to be great!”

He continues to ramble away excitedly as you untie him, ready to apparently watch you murder his neighbour for playing shit music. Potentially while naked. You eye him as he jumps up, letting the bowl clatter to the tiles and then bounds towards the front door.

“Are you intending to do this naked?” you question.

“Huh?” He turns to look at you, then down at his body and giggles. “Oh, right, clothes. Gimme a sec!” He dashes past you to his bedroom, leaving you standing like a lost child trying to decode a complex cipher in the kitchen.

You think it’s an apt description of this human though; a particularly mind-boggling puzzle you’re not sure you can ever understand, even given the rest of your life.

While waiting for him to return, you wind the rope back around your waist, tuck the chair under the table and then pick up the bowl to thoroughly hand wash and leave it to drip dry on the top of the rack.

When he returns, dressed in a black sweatpants and t-shirt set, you’re waiting by the front door in your human form. It makes him stop dead in his tracks when he spots you.

“What?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him questioningly.

“You look human,” he mumbles as he walks over and bravely reaches out to touch his fingers to your cheek. He gasps when his skin makes contact with yours. “It’s real!”

“Of course it’s fucking real.” You knock his hand away when he tries to cup your jaw and press his thumb against your bottom lip as you talk. “What’re you doing? Stop it.”

“I thought it was an illusion,” he admits. “To blend in or something.”

“It is to blend in but it’s not an illusion. My people developed the ability to shapeshift into human forms to make hunting easier.”

“That’s a cool evolutionary trait,” he comments, seeming genuinely impressed. “Does this mean you’re technically a girl? If your human form is female?”

“My people do not have male and female; we are all the same.”

“Oh! That’s cool!” He grins. “Real equality!”

“It’s your people who have the gender issues,” you confirm with a disgusted twist of your expression. “I can choose my human form, but I use this one as humans tend to overlook females and not expect them to be a threat. People are far too trusting of a pretty face.”

“Yeah.” He nods emphatically in agreement. “I trusted yours from the moment I saw you in my room.”

“I was in my natural form then,” you remind.

“I know.”

The implication that this human thinks your natural form is attractive makes you fall silent and even more bewildered than his general peculiar existence does. You recall that he called you a ‘big, beautiful monster’ earlier, which you had assumed was him just buttering you up, but now you think he was just speaking his mind. It makes your interest in him grow in a way that is far too distracting right now, so you quickly move on. “Are you ready to see your neighbour die a painful death?”

“Hell yeah!” he enthuses with brightly shining eyes. “Are you going to eat him?” He tilts towards you imploringly.

“Depends on if he seems edible enough.”

“What makes a person edible?”

“Well, I tend to prefer more fat.” You quickly eye him from head to toe then back again. “I have no idea why I wanted to eat you.”

“I’m delicious looking,” he retorts with a flirtatious wink before stepping aside to reach for the door. As soon as his hand touches the handle though, he looks at you with an offended, despairing frown. “Does that mean you don’t want to eat me anymore?!”

“Why do you look upset about that?”

“I’m curious what it feels like! Your teeth look sharp!” He eyes your closed mouth. “Well, not those ones.” His face twists in almost revulsion for a second. “Your real teeth.”

“I think you’re the kind of humans that therapy was made for.”

“Probably,” he agrees, then pulls open the door. “Let’s go!”

During your time at the neighbour’s, you had learned that the freak of a human you stumbled upon tonight is called Soonyoung. You also learned that Soonyoung is not afraid to get his hands dirty and had happily sat in the splash zone as you ripped his neighbour apart with your bare hands and teeth.

Now, you’re back in his apartment sitting on the kitchen floor opposite him; you with your bowl of neighbour chunks and Soonyoung with the box of leftover pizza he ‘liberated’ from the neighbour’s apartment. And both splattered with blood.

“The man had shit taste in music, but great taste in pizza,” he declares around a mouthful of the food then holds his half-eaten slice up to you, even if he has to stretch to get it anywhere near to your face due to you being back in your natural form. “Don’t you like pizza?”

“Never tried it,” you admit.

Soonyoung gasps then scrambles closer to get on his knees and all but shove the end of the pizza into your mouth. “Try it!” he encourages, physically pushing your jaw closed then staring in awe as the pizza cuts cleanly under your double row of teeth. “They’re so sharp!” he exclaims in awe as he inspects the bite mark in the slice, while you tentatively chew on the contents in your mouth.

It's not bad; not as good as fear drenched flesh, but not bad. You wouldn’t mind trying more human food if it’s anything like pizza.

“Are you really not going to eat me anymore?” he asks a few moments later once he’s settled back down cross legged on the tiles and is chewing away on his food again.

“No.”

“Oh.”

“Seriously, why are you so fucking pouty about not being eaten?”

“I told you; I wanna know what it feels like!” he complains, motioning vaguely to your mouth.

“To be eaten or bitten? Those are very different things,” you comment.

Soonyoung opens and closes his mouth a few times as he thinks. “Okay, just bitten is good. I don’t want any chunks of me missing; I like my body as it is.”

“If I bit you, it’d scar.”

“That’s hot,” he responds immediately. “Please bite me.”

You eye him consideringly for a moment as you chew on the last piece from your bowl and only respond once you’ve swallowed the last slither down. “What are you willing to do to earn that?”

“Anything!” he exclaims, discarding the pizza box by tossing it aside carelessly, so that he can get back up on his knees and yank his t-shirt over his head, to also throw aside without thought to where it lands. “Please bite me.”

“You need to earn that,” you reply with an amused smirk and wrap one tentacle around his throat just tight enough that he can feel the hint of pressure. His pupils immediately blow wide with arousal, and he whimpers, body growing lax and far too trusting of you, really. But it certainly works in your favour.

“I-I’ll do anything. Anything you wa-want. Please,” he pleads, desperately breathless as he watches you with no attempt to move or look away. He has entirely submitted to you; given in completely and is truly willing to do whatever you want, give you whatever you want. You’re definitely going to put that to the test one day, but not today.

“That second bedroom,” you start and watch as his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“What about it?”

“I want it.”

“You want to move in?” he mumbles puzzled, expression turning down further when you unwind from around his throat and let him support his own weight. He slumps onto his knees when you nod, though quickly lights back up. “That’ll be so fun! We can find people for you to kill and eat together and I can help you! I can be your sidekick!”

��My sidekick?”

“Yeah! It’ll be fun! Don’t you think?”

“I don’t hunt with others.”

He immediately deflates, looking down at his blood smeared hands on his thighs sadly. “Oh.” He looks like a sad puppy; like you’ve stolen his favourite stick and are refusing to play fetch with him. You may be a monster, but you’re not heartless.

“But I suppose you didn’t get in my way earlier,” you reason, making him look up at you with eyes wide with hope. “Alright, we can give it a go.”

“Really?!” he exclaims, bouncing excitedly on his knees.

“Only if I can live rent free in your second bedroom. I don’t exactly have a job.”

“That’s fine! I make enough money!” he enthuses.

“Mm, I guessed.” You glance around the kitchen shortly then look back at him. “What do you even do?”

“I’m a personal trainer for celebrities. It’s crazy how much they’re willing to pay to get in shape for roles or comeback season,” he comments. “And they always tip if I say I enjoyed their latest movie or song.”

“Do you enjoy them?”

“I don’t even know who most of them are; I don’t care about famous people.” He answers with a shrug. “I only know the ones I do know because of some of my friends. Oh, that reminds me, they come over randomly and I know they’d freak out if they see you like this. I personally love it; this really does it for me.” He motions to you up and down vaguely, eyes lingering on your tentacles where they’re spread across the tiles behind and beside you. “Like really.” He lets out a heavy, affected breath.

“I noticed,” you deadpan and reach out to grab his jaw and make him look up at your face. “But your friends won’t.”

“Don’t fuck them,” he says with a slight pout. “I’ll be heartbroken if you fuck them and not me.”

“I have no intention of fucking them, Soonyoung,” you assure and squeeze his jaw a little, making him whimper before you let go and get up. “I’m going to bed; switching form always takes it out of me.”

“What time do you wake up?” he asks as he scrambles to his feet and scuttles after you to your new bedroom.

“Whenever I feel like it.”

“I’ll be gone by 9, so if you get up after then, I won’t be here. You can help yourself to whatever you want…but there’s not a lot here. What do you eat, other than human flesh?”

You shrug as you start to pull the stale sheets from the bed. “I don’t need to eat often.”

“Oh, really? Must be useful. Okay. I’ll still go grocery shopping tomorrow after work. Hey, do you want to come along? We can scout our next victim!” he enthuses.

“Our next victim?” you repeat as you look over at him amusedly. His head bobs in confirmation. “I don’t really scout ahead. It’s more spontaneous than that.”

“Oh, you don’t plan it out? So that you don’t get caught and stuff?” He tilts his head in wonder.

“No. The elders try to convince me that I should, but if I have a set method and stalk my prey, I’m more likely to create a pattern and get caught. If I just go for whoever happens to catch my eye, there’s nothing to connect them. At least not intentionally.”

“Huh, makes sense,” he agrees. “I’ll get fresh sheets!”

“You’re covered in blood,” you point out.

“I’ll shower then get you fresh sheets! Hey, want to shower together?” he offers brightly. You just stare at him. “What?”

“You know what? Sure, why the fuck not?” you agree and don’t hold back your soft, amused laugh as he cheers and bounds out of the room to go to the bathroom, prattling away excitedly about soaps and washing each other.

After taking a moment to school your expression, so that he doesn’t see that you’re actually kind of fond of him already, you join him in the bathroom.

He’s already completely naked and practically vibrating with excitement in the spray of the shower. “Come on!” he encourages. “I’m so excited for our daily showers to start!”

“Daily showers?” you mutter yet wander over and discard your rope to the floor before joining him, even if you barely fit in the shower in your natural form, but Soonyoung doesn’t care; just giggles happily and immediately starts running his soapy hands over your torso.

“This is so fun! I’m so glad we’re roomies now! Aren’t you glad too?!”

As Soonyoung happily babbles away, eyes glued to his hands working over your purple-grey skin in awe, you can't help but let your lips turn up at the corners in a soft smile.

Sure, you started tonight with the intention of eating this man, but now, now you think that you might just share his feelings and are glad to be roommates with this super freak of a human.

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BOB REYNOLDS x M!READER

MDNI + FDNI, mature content below.

WARNINGS: homophobic themes, mentions of slurs, mentions of hate crime, swearing, kissing, protective!bob.

SUMMARY: trying to calm bob down after he punches someone in the face after they hurt you.

Even though you've both been dating for a couple of months now, Bob is still all giddy and nervous around you. He loves doing special things for you whether they are extremely big gestures or just little ones, you appreciate both. Bob thought that it would be a nice idea if you and him went out for a walk since the sun was shining, and he didn't really want to be all cooped up in your apartment.

You and Bob are holding hands as you walk through the quiet streets where you can pretty much only hear the sound of the wind whooshing back and forth. “Whooooosh” Bob says, mimicking the wind, which causes you to burst out laughing, which then makes him smile cause that's his favourite thing to see from you... other than the obvious thing of you riding his cock till there is tears in his eyes.

As you're walking more and more people begin to appear as you get closer to the main city and further away from your small town, It's not hard to notice that the build-up of people has very obviously made Bob nervous as he squeezes away at your hand. “Baby, are you okay?” You ask him softly as you pull him out the way of people, “Y-Yeah, i'm fine. Maybe we can just start heading back now.” he asks you softly, and you nod your head, giving him an innocent smile.

As you both start walking back the way you came, you start feeling uneasy as a man approaches you from behind and walks through both you and Bob, breaking apart our hands from touching. “Hey! What the fuck.” You gasp out as you shake your hand, the man turns to you and pushes you against the wall aggressively as you bang your head against the brick wall.

“go fuck yourself, faggot.” the man grunts out.

you stumble off the wall, and Bob notices the very obvious blood patch from your head, which must've happened on impact. “Bob, let's just go h-home now.” You mumble out in pain as you try to fight back tears, and Bob's eyes have never looked so furious as he watches the man that assaulted you walk away. “I'm gonna fucking kill him.” Bob blurts out as he starts walking over to the guy, you stand there in shock as you watch the scene unfold. You've never seen Bob like this.

“Hey!” Bob shouts out as he practically speed walks over to the man, “Oh, what do you want now fagg-” and before the man can even finish his sentence Bob's fist collided with his face breaking his nose on impact. You stand in shock but also kinda turned on, Bob grabs the guy by the hem of his shirt and pulls him over to you as he leans down to whisper in his ear, “apologise.” he whispers in the man's ear but he stays silent until Bob punches him in the stomach, “Apologise to my boyfriend... NOW!” He shouts at the man.

“O-OKAY! I'M SORRY!” The man shouts in fear as blood runs down his nose and drips onto the floor as Bob's grip soften as he drops the man and he immediately pulls you towards him, “w-we need to get you to the hopsital.” he murmurs in your ear as he holds back tears, and you just pull away and smile at him “my saviour.” You mumble out as you peck his lips. Bob just stares at you with a lot of concern as well as love, “he's lucky I didn't kill him for hurting you.” he mumbles out as Bob walks you to the hospital.

After the trip to the hospital, you had to get two stitches as well as preventing Bob from going out and committing murder. You now lay in bed with Bob holding you from behind covering your neck in kisses as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear as you listen to the soften of his voice knowing exactly that this is where you want to be.

“I love you bob.” You mumble out in a state of tiredness, “I love you too... and I did the dishes.” he mumbles in your ear and you both just burst out laughing, as he pulls you closer.

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strohller27 · 2 months ago

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#okay. so. the problem. with independent contract work?#is that. if everything is overwhelming. I can’t just. show up. do a job. and leave knowing I'll still be paid.#Nope. with this work? If I can’t make any money because I’m paralysed by being overwhelmed? Welp that’s All My Fault^TM #if I can’t make myself go find the clients and ask them very nicely for money?? then I get nothing!!#and that ~*must*~ mean that I ~*~*do not want it badly enough*~*~ /s #look. with independent contractor work it takes a lot of extra work just for the *opportunity* to make money #whereas with my normal regular job (THAT MY BOSS STILL WANTS ME TO HAVE BY THE WAY) I can just. show up.#make sure I do enough. and go home knowing that I’ll still make enough money to at least afford my rent. even if I can’t give it 110%#But now I can't. & so. you know what I was doing this month?#I started it by *barely* being able to afford rent (which I would not have been able to do without the help of some very kind people)#(so HUGE shoutout to the people who helped me out! in these quiet tags)#& then I nearly ran out of groceries. I’ve been rationing everything I have in the house & going to the food bank #I even went on the local buy nothing group and basically begged for people’s expired food #and I’ve also had to try to figure out how to pass an insurance exam on 14 days worth of honestly *terrible* information #(and I SOMEHOW passed despite the course NOT EVEN COVERING certain information that was on the exam!!)#and when I passed the exam they sent me a contract that basically says ‘yay congrats now you have the right to work (by yourself) for us!#‘no guarantee you’ll be paid tho! if you want money you’re gonna have to fucking EARN it yourself bitch! good luck!’#and I got a tutoring job that’s basically the same idea. the contract is like ‘congratulations you can now use our resources!#But if you don’t put in extra work (that you won’t be compensated for) looking for people to ask for money then you can’t have any!’#Like. I'm sorry. I used up all my ‘begging people for resources’ energy asking for people’s expired groceries #and I feel like maybe half of people only gave me groceries because they think I’m from Ukraine #which makes me feel a SPECIAL KIND OF WRETCHED (like I’m stealing groceries from people who need them more!!)#I’ve spent this whole month hungry lonely overwhelmed and just generally terrified #I have to constantly fight SO hard not to lay down on the floor and just give up #the only thing I feel motivated to do is draw art because at least that’s making me feel connected to others & like what I do matters #I did finish my goals for the day and that’s good. so I don’t want to say I feel guilty for making art. because I don’t!!#But there's a pretty loud voice in my head that's saying 'well if you have energy to make art. you should have energy to go get clients!'#You know what little voice in my head? you can FUCK RIGHT OFF because making art is very low effort comparatively #you know what's *not* low-effort? working really hard for the *potential* to earn & then not being guaranteed it'll even get you anywhere #& moving into the last two weeks of a month. where you have loan payments & rent due soon & no money. & no energy to go earn it.

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kalashtars · 2 years ago

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the worst feeling in the world is thinking you understand something and then taking a quiz on it and realizing that actually, you understood nothing at all

#damien.txt #my quiz grade wasn't That bad but it was also... not good #and i am frustrated because i feel like a lot of the stuff on the quiz was. not really discussed in depth in class #and now really all i want to do is go home and lay down in bed and maybe cry a bit #because i cannot deal with academic failure #but also i have a whole project due today that i need to work on so. literally cant do that #sighh. considering going to my professor's office hours to talk to him about this quiz bc. some of the questions man.#also maybe i can get him to take pity on me <3 #i think i am maybe doing not as good as most of the people in this class which is.... rough. humbling.#i don't think that's ever happened to me before. but i think a lot of this is going over my head maybe #and bc this has never happened before i have no idea how to ask for help!!! ahhhhh!!!#literally it's compounding so much actually. like im getting lower grades on essays in this class than i ever have before in other classes #and it can't be that my writing is worse or something because i'm still getting higher grades in other classes?#so i guess it must be that i dont understand the content as well. but i literally have no idea what i don't understand #ahhhhh. Ahhhh!!! this class is not even in my field it's literally just a required class for my major!!!#i'm a literature major but we have to take like an 'advanced rhetoric' class and i took rhetorical historiography for some reason #and now. suffering. so much.#okay time to go. stare at a wall for an hour. and then start my project #academic.......... weapon...........................

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why-animals-do-the-thing · 11 months ago

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I promised you some lions! Let's talk about manes, males, and management.

This is Tandie, the current male lion at the Woodland Park Zoo.

Notice anything odd about him? He's got one of those hilarious awkward teenager manes. Except... this cat is nine years old.

I was, of course, immediately curious.

Manes serve a lot of purposes for male lions, including being an indicator of health and fitness - it's actually a sexually selected trait and a social signal. Mane texture / hair quality / length is dependent on nutrition and the body having energy to grow (and carry around!) that much hair! The color is also a signal: males with darker manes have been found to have higher testosterone levels.

In one research report, wild males were much more likely to avoid a lion decoy when it had a longer or darker mane - but the girls really loved a dark mane. It's thought this is because a long, dark mane is an indicator of mate quality. Males with longer, darker manes have higher testosterone and were pretty healthy: meaning they had more energy for fighting, had a better chance of recovering if they got injured, and generally had a higher rate of offspring survival. Manes matter!

So, back to Tandie. He was actually born at the Woodland Park Zoo in 2014 alongside two brothers, to dad Xerxes and mother Adia.

This was Xerxes (rip).

Obviously, a very large, dark, lush mane on Xerxes here. So where did these blond muttonchops come from on his son?

I asked the zoo docents and got an answer that didn't make a lot of sense. They told me that after the three cubs grew into adolescents, they were moved to the Oakland Zoo together. But living together suppressed his testosterone, and he never grew a mane.

Hmmmm.

Here's a photo from 2016, when the brothers debuted at Oakland. They're a year and a half old in this photo.

(Photo Credit: Oakland Zoo)

And here's from an announcement for their third birthday.

(Photo credit: Oakland Zoo)

Okay, so these dudes obviously all were growing manes as of 2017. I think Tandie is the one on the left in the first photo, and laying down in the middle on the second. What happened?

I was just in the Bay Area for a zoo road trip, of course I went to Oakland and tracked down a docent to ask some questions.

It turns out that shortly after the brothers turned three, they started acting like adult male lions: they started scuffling regularly. It's a normal social thing for male lions to live in groups, called coalitions, but according to my lion experts there's generally a baseline level of some social jostling within them. It wasn't quite clear from what the docent said if they couldn't manage the boys together, or if they just wanted to avoid the scratches and small wounds that result from normal lion behavior. Regardless, they put all three of the boys on testosterone blockers in order to be able to keep them together as a social group.

Now, I don't know a lot about the use of hormone alteration as a form of captive animal management, except in the case of birth control. I don't think it's something that's unethical - there was just a webinar on it that I saw go by - but I don't think it's commonly done with big cats. Lions have kind of complicated reproductive cycles, and for instance, we've been learning that female lions can take much longer to come into estrus again than expected after coming off hormonal birth control.

In males, testosterone blockers (or being neutered) means they lose their manes. This is why a lot of rescues will do a vasectomy on their males instead of a neuter - it allows them to keep their mane and the social signals that accompany it.

Tandie returned home to Woodland Park Zoo after Xerxes passed in early 2022, and the docent told me all of the lions had been off their blockers "for while." I'd guess those things happened around the same time, since bringing the trio down to a duo at Oakland would reduce some of the social tensions.

Hormones are such interesting things, though. One of Tandie's brothers has a full mane again, and the other is still totally mane-less.

As for Tandie, his mane is growing back in, and it looks like he might rival his dad for length and coloration.

He started here, in February:

Yesterday:

What a difference four months (and maybe proximity to a girl) makes!

#big cats #lion #african lion #big cat behavior #zoo animals #zoo animal welfare #captive animal management #zoos

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xplicitviewz · 5 days ago

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“Who’s calling?” Your husband, Nanami, huffs from above you, his hips snapping into you. Your teary eyes glance at your phone while you let out small whimpers. “I-it’s our son.” You breathe out, your thighs tremble beneath his hands holding them down beside you.

Nanami groans and stuffs his dick fully into you, a whine escaping your lips as he picks up the phone. Between his work schedule and your 4 kids, there isn’t time for you and your husband to partake in a your shared activities other than the few times you guys got creative.

There was this one time you guys had your oldest watch the kids while you guys went to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine, which ended in a quickie in the dark parking lot before heading home.

Or the other time you guys had a pool day and you went inside to start getting the snacks ready. Nanami followed shortly after to have himself his own quick snack. Both of your days are pretty busy, but Nanami never fails to make some time for you and your pussy. You can admit sex hasn’t really been a priority, until tonight. Upon realizing all the kids would be gone, you immediately called Nanami to be sure he brings his ass home when he is off and not do any overtime- yes you used your mom voice too. Nanami agreed not wanting to be scolded.

When he did get home, he noticed a few things, there was any tv on, or music blasting from your two oldest rooms. There weren’t toys scattered in the living room or the dining room table from your two youngest, no yelling or screaming from all of them in general, it was just quiet. He smelt food in the air, he usually does every night he comes home but it’d be already eaten, or everyone will be eating at the dinner table (he insists not to wait for him because he often stays late) but since he left early from work, it isn’t ready just yet. He quickly rushes up the stairs, starting to feel the panic seep in just a bit, all the kids rooms are empty.

He opens his shared bedroom to see you just laying on your stomach, in the silky robe he got you, reading a book. He calms down because if you were okay, surely, the kids were too. His eyes gaze down your figure, your feet are in the air crossed, while you read. The robe sits at your upper thigh, and since it’s so thin, your ass pops out in the most desirable way possible. “Honey?” He eyes you suspiciously, taking a breath as he starts to settle down, “Where are the kids.”

You heard the front door shut, squeezing your thighs together, feeling the arousal hit you even more. The book you have been reading had been in your mind, and hearing your husband come home really made you ready to take him, full. You had dinner cooking in the oven, almost ready to serve for just Nanami and you. Your oldest son is at a movie with his friends and they are going to go eat after. Your second oldest daughter is spending the night with her best friend, and your two youngest are sleeping over with their grandparents. To say you were practically rushing your oldest son to leave already, since he was the last one to go, was an understatement.

“They are busy and safe.” You closed the book and turn your body towards him, your eyes hungry before you looked at him, but damn near starving when you did. That damn suit and tie. You explained where they all were as you sat up in the bed, impulsively pushing your chest out as you leaned back on your arms. Nanami didn’t ignore the lustful look in your eye, the way your nipples perked against the thin fabric, only assuming you had nothing on underneath. He quickly put a few things together, why you called him to not do overtime. He knew what his wife wanted, at least he thought so.

When your sweet loving husband started off kissing your neck, waiting to use the few hours to just worship your body, you, your hands cupped his chin and looked him dead in the eye, “Honey, I love you so much and I know that you do but tonight-right now I need you to fuck me like you don’t. I want y-“ His eyes darkens more at your plea, how desperate you were truly. How can he ever say no to his gorgeous wife. He cuts you off with a kiss before he started fucking you every way loose. Yes exactly what I said. But of course no matter what time it is, you guys are parents after all….

“What?” Nanami answers the call, still buried deep inside you, grinding against you as his thumb circles your clit.

“..Oh Hey dad, where’s mo-“

“She’s busy, are you okay, why are you blowing up her phone?” Nanami cuts your son off, his eyes focused on you squirming around, biting your lip to keep any lewd sounds hushed while he was on the phone with your son. He speeds up his movements on your clit, softly sucking in a breath when you clench tightly around his dick.

“I wanna buy some snacks and get some food after the movie, mom said she’ll send me m-“

“How much?” Nanami asked wanting him to get to the point so he can get back to his wife. He slowly pulling out before pushing himself back in. Your hand quickly covers your mouth as you shut your eyes. Your legs were shaking crazy. Your husband wasn’t one to always be rough in bed, but the times he is, you would feel it for days, in the best way possible. (He has that dog in him😞) Nanami definitely isn’t holding back, not when it’s been this long you guys were kid free for a few hours and together at that. Nanami was making up for lost time, fingering you until you couldn’t talk properly, eating your pussy like it personally offended him, fucking you left, right, up, down, diagonal, all up until your phone kept blowing up.

“Like about $40.”

“Okay, give me a moment.” Nanami grunts, as he bottoms out again, the way you squeezed his dick nearly knocked him out cold. He feels his dick throb inside you and pulls the phone away from his ear, breathing heavy.

“Thanks d-“

Nanami hangs up the phone and tosses it beside you before leaning in closer to you, peeling your hand away from your mouth and pulling it above your head. “Tell me something honey.” He hums kissing your swollen lips.

You whimper as he fucks you again, slow but rough this time, ”y-yes?” You gasp as he hits your cervix.

“When the kids ask for money, do you send it to them from my account?” He looks into your eyes, sweat dripping down his head watching your reaction to his question really his dick.

You’re screwed. Both literally and physically.

“Not alwa- o-ooh shit.” You moan, his hips moving faster than light. Nanami absolutely hates when you use your own money, hell, even when you were working. When you guys first started dating he already knew you were going to be his wife. Nanami would always say you didn’t need to work but you didn’t want him to be the sole provider. Eventually, you guys moved in together and you were still working. Though, he convinced you to work less hours and took you out on a date when you agreed. It wasn’t until you got pregnant with your first baby, did his wish come true. Shit, he was more excited when you both went down to your job to quit than he was to see the 2 pink lines.

“All the hours I work, being kept away from our family, my perfect wife -ngghh- my perfect wife’s pussy. And you still insist on usi-fuck- using your own money when you have access to my money- no our money, shit your money.” He moans grabbing your other hand and pulling it above your head with your other.

“Y-you pay for e-ever-“

“I’m supposed to baby. I want to.” He interrupts you, lifting your legs to his shoulders, and grabbing your phone with his free hand and sending your son $100 from his account. “Why must you make things complicated, love. I am the man, it’s my job to take care of you, our family. Let *thrust* me. Use my money for the kids, the house, the cars, whatever it is, I have enough, more than.” He kisses your lips softly, opposite to his thrusts. “Use your money I give you for you, whatever you want for you- shit for you. Everything I do is for you, everything I make, it’s yours, ours on paper, but it’s all yours. All for you.” He grunts into your ear, as if he’s teaching a lesson. Technically, he is.

“Don’t let me find out you aren’t using my money first again, okay hun?” He hums at you, a moaning teary mess.

“Now where were we?” He smiles before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass up and spanking it. “Oh, right.” He chuckles as he spreads your cheeks apart, seeing your drooling sensitive pussy, clenching on air.

*edited but not proofread*

Pussywhipped!Choso | part 2

Married!Eren x Maid!Reader

Ex-husband!Eren

#fae's lore #nanami kento x reader #jjk drabble #jjk nanami #nanami kento #jjk x poc!reader #gojo satoru #ryomen sukuna #geto suguru #eren x black fem!reader #aot college au #aot x poc!reader #nanami x you #jujutsu nanami

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aromanticasterisms · 1 year ago

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cpc finale today and auugh. explodes forever

#personal stuff #delete later #it was really sweet. i teared up :']#but AUGH. whitney and blaine parallels have been bouncing around in my brain recently.#in regards to the finale specifically. blaine barely showing up. wearing a cloak. making no move to reconnect with his ex-fiancee #and whitney showing up at his old home for his youngest sibling's coronation.#both scenes make me want to eat drywall. blacquelyn is so funny . love her #but also. also also. i do think if the brothers do reunite it's going to be at frederick's coronation. goodnight #anyway. the rest of the finale was so sweet. aurelia ily. JOLIE AND NELL WAUUUGH. I LOVE THEM. THEY'RE SO CUTE #the pastel family finally being reunited and leelathae's letter to all of them im in TEARS.#MARIA WAS SO PRETTY. loved her recital dress sm. her committing to the here and now instead of fantasies. auuugh #MONIKA'S JEWELRY STOREE WHAT IF I EXPLODE. CRYING FOREVER.#and the sunflowers growing around the gate to the plaid kingdom what if i lay down on the floor. oh my godd

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emmyrosee · 3 months ago

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“Just one more,” you mewl.

“Oh my god.”

Sae has to leave. It’s past the point of him responsibly leaving, to now, where there’s no choice of him having to leave now, if he wants any chance of making it to practice on time.

But you, however, are seemingly far from getting your Itoshi Sae fix, not wanting to be far from him at all: you whimpered and whined when he got up for his run, you snuck into his shower with him, you looped your arms around his waist while he made his lunch, now you’ve got his face gripped in your hands, sponging kisses over him.

At first, sure, he loved the attention.

But Itoshi Sae has to leave. Four minutes ago.

“Hey,” he sighs softly, trying to push your shoulders back to peel you off of him. “You know I have to go. Don’t make this harder for me.”

“You don’t have to go,” you say simply. “You and I can just be hermits forever, hide here for the rest of our lives and cuddle forever.”

Tempting. Not that he’d ever tell you that.

“Don’t you want to stay here forever with me?”

He clicks his tongue, “you know I absolutely would if I could. But,” he makes a move to step away, and you whine and squeeze tighter. “I have to go. Then, when I come home, I’ll be able to tell you all about my day while we lay down. You like that.”

“I know I do, but,” you peer up at him with your lethal pout, “I like you being here more.”

Sae looks at the clock on the stove. Then back at you. Then he sighs and leans down to steal another kiss from you, slotting your lips with his. They move in harmony, eliciting small pants from you, and his hand cradles the back of your head lovingly. You mewl and rest your hands on his hips, letting the few seconds of heaven be savored between you.

When he finally pulls away, you’re smiling dopily, giddily, and Sae knows he hit the nail on the head.

You’d wanted a goodbye kiss. Sae always knows what you want from him, and in the morning, it just so happens to be a firm, loving, assuring goodbye kiss.

“Okay,” you purr, letting your hands roam over his back, compliant and melted in his arms. “You can go now. I’m happy.”

“You’re done with me?” He asks.

“Yeah, until tonight anyways,” you hum, kissing his chin. “Better go before I change my mind.”

He cracks a smirk, “you’re a real piece of work, you know that right?”

“What can I say?” You sigh dramatically. “I know how much you love a challenge.”

You’re right.

He really, really does.

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misayani · 4 months ago

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MINISKIRT — SQUID GAME WOMEN + THANOS AND YOU WEARING A MINISKIRT HCS

◜ featuring ... kang mi-na (player 196), no eul (guard 011), se-mi (player 380), jun-hee (player 222), hyun-ju (player 120), young-mi (player 195), kang sae-byeok (s1 player 067), + thanos (player 230)

𔗨 author's note — hope u guys missed me cs i havent posted any works for the past 24 hours [lowercase intended]

warnings: nsfw on some parts

mi na —

- FEMXFEM.

- the two of you going on a cute date while wearing miniskirts because hello???

- u shop together for clothes and everytime you guys do she gets you a miniskirt

- you now have like 30 of them in ur closet

- compliments you non stop because ??? her gf's so pretty it makes her wanna cry

- will tease you all day if you decide to wear that out

- lingering touches on your thighs here and there

- has a smug smirk on her face while doing it

- she rides it up more, claiming "it looks better like that"

- has a pepper spray in her bag in case the both of you stays out until night

- will STARE and GLARE at anybody who's looking at your legs

- like how dare they that's only for hers to look at ??

- the both of you are so feminine, guys mistake the both of you as just friends

- she'll simply roll her eyes and give them a disgusted look

- "what? haven't seen a pretty girl date another pretty girl? idiots."

- planning outfits with her !!!! ><

- the both of you laying down on your stomach, legs tangled with each other behind, and scrolling on your laptop to buy more clothes (and miniskirts)

- overall a power couple, we love feminine pussy eater girls <3

"cmon, lift it a little more up. what's the point of a miniskirt if you're gonna pull it down?" your butt cheeks are literally already hanging out.

no eul —

- oh boy

- she's so protective

- if you're out together, she'll subtly walk closer to you to shield you from unwanted attention

- wears a jacket for you whenever you decide to wear a miniskirt

- HEKSKSKSK YOU LOVE TEASING HER SM

- guiding her hand to your thighs

- she'll stiffen and yank her hand away and you pout :(

- she shoots you a glare, her eyes giving you a warning

- "wait until we get home."

- you sigh and decide to tease her more by riding your skirt up until your safety shorts r literally visible

- SHE'LL CLENCH HER JAW AT YOUR STUBBORNNESS AND IT'S LITERALLY SO FUCKING HOT????

- you'll just act innocent and bat your eyelashes at her

- "what? i didn't do anything wrong:("

- whenever you get the chance, you'll grind your ass against her

- she will.audibly.hiss.ohmyfuckinggosh

- you're so dead when the two of you finally get home !!!

- she's USUALLY a soft dom but don't expect her to go easy on you after you literally just teased her the whole day

- the miniskirt stays on while she fucks your brains out

- ends up with you drooling and moaning nothing but her name the whole night

- well... that's what you get when you don't listen!

- you obviously liked it though, so ever since that you started to wear miniskirts more often;)

"stop crying. you asked for this, didn't you?"

se mi —

- SHE INSISTS YOU WEAR THEM.

- will walk around the mall with her arm wrapped around your waist FOR EVERYONE TO SEE YOU'RE HERS

- shamelessly stares at your thighs and smirks if she sees you blushing

- "come here closer, baby"

- unlike with no-eul's, se-mi will be the one grinding on your ass

- literally fantasizes about bending you over and lifting your skirt up

- OHMYGO

- if you're acting bratty, she'll bend you over her lap and spank you until your ass is red

- sometimes she makes you go commando

- se-mi loves being risky

- she will sneakily brush her hand up your thighs

- but if you're not in the mood for anything and just really want to wear a cute miniskirt, she'll respect that

- because no is no <3

- although, if you like it like that

- she'll definitely have some fun with you

- secretly gets turned on whenever you wear miniskirts but doesn't admit it because she has to keep that 'cool' exterior of hers /eyeroll

- overall just loves your thighs so much. to the moon and back.

"can we go home now? i wanna rip that skirt off you"

jun hee —

- out of all four ABOVE (^), she's the most respectful

- "you look so pretty wearing that"

- if the miniskirt is too mini though, she'll get flustered

- she's the one who's gonna pull it down for you

- "baby, it's short like that on purpose!" "i don't care, it's too short!"

- acts like a mother to you

- she may complain sometimes but when you ask her to pick out your clothes

- she'll definitely go for the miniskirt with no hesitation

- she secretly likes it. she just isn't fond of the idea of other people seeing your legs

- her eyes will involuntarily flicker to your legs often as much as she hates to admit it

- "are you staring?"

- "what? no! i mean, maybe a little but—!"

- you just laugh at her while she rolls her eyes playfully at you

- but with that aside, she does really think you're breathtaking whenever you wear miniskirts. i mean she thinks you're breathtaking in general but something about you wearing miniskirts just gets her on

"you're starting to convince me to let you wear that more often." "glad to know."

hyun ju —

before her surgery:

- you tried to tell her once that it's more than fine for her to wear a miniskirt

- she politely declines, telling you that she doesn't really feel confident yet

- you respect her decision, "okay, i'll be right here whenever you're ready!"

- instead, she admires you. her stares linger a little longer than usual

- though a little part of her wishes she could be as confident as you

- not in an envy way though!!! NEVER.

- you inspire hyun-ju so much, and she's glad to have you. someone that helps her and understands her

- anyways, she's calm most of the time, you'll hear some compliments here and there

- "you look amazing."

- this literally makes your heart melt so much, the way she's staring at you out of love :((( <3

- her protective side though ?????

- "did that person tell you anything??" "no, they just said i look pretty!:)"

- her jaw clenches, but she does nothing about it.

- after all, what they said was right. it was undeniable, you really do look pretty

- you give her a little twirl sometimes, showing off your pretty outfit

- "you're showing off, aren't you?"

- your lips curve into a smile, "mhm! and you will too, one day."

- she smiles at the thought but doesn't say anything further

after her surgery:

- YAAAAAY !!!!!!!!

- 10000 MORE TIMES CONFIDENT

- hesitates at first though, but that's totally fine!!!

- "are you sure i can pull this off..?" "BABY YOU WOULD LOOK THE HOTTEST."

- you decided to get her comfortable with skirts first

- "hmm... what do you say to wearing a skirt but just inside the house?"

- "...okay."

- you help her relax and get comfy with it. you're literally her safe space:(

- and then you hype her up so much to the point she gets convinced

- are you ready....

- TA-DA!! she finally wears a skirt outside the house !!

- not as short as yours though, she isn't ready for that yet. BUT !!! baby steps <33

- "we can just go for a quick walk, if you're fine with that."

- if anybody stares, you glare at them and turn to hyun-ju with a warm smile

- "don't mind them, they don't matter. you're doing so well"

- after a while, she grows more and more comfortable wearing a skirt

- then the both of you finally go on dates while wearing matching skirts !! yay

"i realized people care way less than we think they do."

young mi —

- ADORES YOU SO SO MUCH

- she gets flustered easily, and you take advantage of that

- "sweetheart, do you think this length is good? or should i go for a shorter one?"

- will stutter and nervously fiddle with her fingers

- "i think— i think it's already too short.."

- "too short? come closer so you can see it better."

- you're an absolute tease

- KEEPS HER HANDS TO HERSELF WHEN THE BOTH OF YOU ARE SITTING TOGETHER

- literally just stares forward, trying her hardest to not look at your bare legs

- you sulk though when you wear a miniskirt specifically for her but she won't even bat an eye on you:(

- "do you not like it? i can change.."

- she snaps her head towards you, "no no no! i just cant handle all that.." LMFAO

- "well you better learn how to, i'm not gonna give up until you look at me."

- spoiler alert!!!! you make her ride your thigh ♡

"unnie.."

sae byeok —

- 'wear that idgaf i can fight' TYPE

- she literally has her pocket knife with her no matter where she goes

- she doesn't need it ngl, it's mostly for you

- I MEAN NOT TO USE ON YOU (unless you want her to;)

- you draw her attention on purpose: lifting your skirt up, brushing your thigh against her leg, bending down to pick something up

- you whine if you see her not reacting even once:(

- "if you want me to do something, then you'll have to be riskier."

- you'd literally do anything, even if that made you look so desperate

- you'd rub your thighs together and softly moan directly into sae-byeok's ear

- ... still gets you nowhere

- HAND PLACEMENTTT

- makes your cunt throb sb when you feel her hot palm against your inner thigh

- her fingers might brush over your core if you're lucky

- but that's all she does, the rest happens at home

- aside from all that horny shit though, she really likes it when you wear miniskirts

- she can't quite place her finger on it as to why— miniskirts are just so you

- most of the time she doesn't even know what to say, mostly cause she can't think of a word to compliment you. simply saying that you're beautiful sounds such an understatement for her.

"sae, stop glaring at the man." "i'm gonna fucking gut him up if he doesn't rip his eyes away from you." shit left you speechless.

thanos —

- EASY ACCESS !!!!!!!!

- "holy shit baby, you look good. easier for me to—" "thanos!"

- he's SURPRISINGLY good at giving you outfit tips like ??? okay diva??

- "wear my leather jacket over that, it matches with the skirt."

- he wants to accompany you whenever you go shopping

- he's not one of those bitchy guys who complain about you taking so long at the store, he actually enjoys spending time with you shopping for your girly stuff

- just like se-mi, this man stares at your thighs shamelessly

- he's so sassy

- "my legs look better." "baby, i love you, but shut the fuck up."

- curses in english whenever you come out of your room and he sees you wearing a miniskirt

- if he sees another man staring at HIS girlfriend, he'll call him out

- "isn't my girlfriend so stunning? you're lucky cause she's the last pretty thing you get to see before i fucking gouge your eyes out"

- he sulks when you scold him

- "might ban you from wearing a skirt outside from now on, just too many eyes."

- though he's jealous, deep down he's proud to call you as his

- like??? nobody else can't handle your fine ass but him

- he doesn't even need his drugs anymore; you're his drug

- he just can't have enough of you

"you're killing me with that outfit, you know that?"

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