#and there are so many good fics of that i slurp it all up

[daily-hanamura]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

So I

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your casual arrangement turns a bit too serious.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

There’s a knock at the door. You huff as you don’t need to look through the peep hole to know who it is. No buzzer but he always finds a way. 

You pick up your phone and open the chat, ‘told you I’m tired.’ 

The little check mark flicks down. Read. No reply comes, only another knock on the door. 

‘Long day.’ You send another message. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. 

“You really want me to knock the door down?” Bucky chuckles through the wood. 

You inhale and roll yourself off the couch. You drop the phone on the square end table as you pass and drag your feet to the door. You lean on the inside and yawn as loudly as you can. 

“It’s after curfew,” you jeer. He wiggles the handle. “Go home.” 

“You’re gonna leave me out here like a stray cat? Come on. I came all the way down here,” he pleads. 

You turn your back to the door and shrug, “told you not to. Besides, not all of us have a soft spot for alley cats.” 

“Alpine is not an ally cat. Come on, I brought beer.” 

You scoff, “thought that piss didn’t do anything for ya?” 

“No, but it makes you a lot of fun.” 

You huff and push off the door. You turn and slide back the chain. You flip the lock back and open up. You arch a brow at your uninvited guested. 

“Thank you,” you trill and grab the six pack from him. He catches the door before you can swing it shut. He tuts and steps forward, pushing his elbow into the wood until you let it go. 

“Don’t play games. You know, I can tell when you’re in need of a good fucking. You don’t send any emojis.” He snaps the door shut behind him as you retreat with your prize. 

“Or maybe I was trying to get you to stop texting so I could enjoy my new toy in peace. Ever think of that. Sometimes It's about efficiency, not passion.” 

“Passion?” He scoffs as leans a hand on the wall and lifts a foot to undo his boot. 

“Probably not the right word for this,” you free a can from the plastic rings and shove the rest in the fridge. 

“You and your goddamn toys. Let me guess, this one has blue tooth.” 

“Does yours?” You strut out of the kitchen and flick his arm in passing. 

“No but it’s got all the features you need and you know it.” He taps your ass before you can elude him. 

You crack the can of beer and take a deep gulp. The TV continues to blare the reality show retrospective you’ve been feeding your time to. You flop on the couch and sigh. You suck down the grainy brew and swallow a gulp before it can escape your throat. 

Bucky looms behind the couch and grips the back. He leans over you. “How many of those until those hideous pajamas come off?” 

“Ha? What? You don’t wanna fuck me in my Spongebob jammies? They’re vintage.” 

He snorts, “you really are good a killing the mood, aren’t you?” 

“You’re a real Squidward sometimes, you know that?” You slurp another mouthful. 

“I have no idea what that is,” he says flatly as he tickles along your shoulder. 

You hate it. You hate him. Just a touch and you’re ready to go. Minutes ago, you were ready to pass out but now you’re wide awake. And fucking horny. 

“BPM going up, body temperature rising,” he runs his vibranium knuckles along your cheek and you wince away from him. 

“I hate when you do that.” You pull away and stand, plunking down the can. You huff and peel off your tank top. “I have an interview for a promotion tomorrow so hurry up.” 

“Romantic? Do you still wanna use the new toy? You know I don’t mind filling your mouth when you get like this.” 

You stick your tongue out at him and point to the bedroom. He rolls his eyes and strides off. You pause the television and take another swig of beer. You need to sleep and he’s good at fucking you into a coma. 

As you reach the bedroom, he’s already naked. His broad shoulders are etched in scars, the left one mottled with aged burns along the border of vibranium. His muscles cord down along his rib cage and sides.

A year ago, you would never expect a man like this to be standing naked in your bedroom. A super soldier. Bucky Barnes. 

He turns to you and wiggles the little square between his two fingers. The wrapped condom reflects the overhead light with its flashy packaging. He flexes his chest as you reach to undo your bra. 

“Should I pop it on now or can I get a taste first?” He asks with a flick of his tongue. 

You march to him and swipe the condom from his grasp. You jab his chest and he staggers back to the bed, his legs pressing against the frame. He teeters as he smirks down at you. 

“I’ll give you a ride, cowboy.” 

He falls back and spreads his arms wide. The bed squeaks beneath his weight. You push down your pajama pants and climb over him. You toss the mattress to the top of the bed as you raise yourself on your knees, hovering over his head as his thick hair fans out beneath.

He turns to graze his beard against your thigh. You purr and lower yourself to smother him in your cunt. He hums and laps at you eagerly. 

Mmm. This is exactly the stress relief you need. 

[bloomiize]

Goober!Jake is so good!!! Plssss more 😩 need him to use a pocket pussy so bad 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Tysm for reading!! I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ABT THIS!! its a little freaky...

warnings: cum eating, gooner!jake is the entire warning idk what else to tell ya

this mini fic takes place before part 1, when you had no idea he existed.

UGHH gooner!jake using a pocket pussy would be so messy. like borderline gross. But when is he not? His hand is tired and humping his pillow isn't the same so he might as well use the toy he got as a "joke". The rubbery silicon isn't the same as a warm pussy but he closes his eyes and pretends he's fucking you. His dick is bullying this poor toy, he likes to think he would be more gentle if it was you but we all know he wouldnt be. Gooner!jake doesn't care that he's cummed already, he'll just fuck it back into you the pocket pussy. I imagine gooner!jake to say things like

"yeah you like that? fucking slut" or "you wanna be bred so bad don't you? squeezing me like that"

after he finishes - or well, he has to because he's shooting blanks at this point and his dick is so sensitive it hurts to rub. He cleans up your pussy, his pocket pussy by licking it clean. Slurping and pushing his tongue in every crevice possible just to get a taste, a glimpse of it. He doesn't have post nut clarity, in fact he loves how gross he gets for you. Jake wants you to ruin him in every way possible.

[babiicatt]

obsessed with your coryo fic and i absolutely need some fem receiving overstimulation from dom coryo this instant!!

overstim. young president!coryo & f!wife!reader notes: btw do u guys want my thoughts on reader & coryo and their relationship b/c I have soooo many!!!!!!

It had been a long day, feeling even longer by the constant nagging and whining suck-ups that were the Capitol citizens who flocked to him left and right, hoping to attain his favor. And Coriolanus Snow had always been one to bide his time, practicing his patience — but not now.

Not when he's hot and frustrated, trying to rein himself in from racing to your shared room in his own opulent house, looking like a complete desperate fool. Coriolanus flings the door open impatiently with a jarring sound of his palm on the wood, making you jump from where you were, lying in bed catching up on a magazine full of trashy Capitol gossip.

"Coryo?" his name leaves your lips as he walks over to you, eyes hooded and not thinking straight. Wordlessly, Coriolanus is pushing your back to the bed, climbing over you and caging you in as his hands move down.

"Oh, Coryo!" you yelp all softly like a surprised puppy, eyes widening into saucers as his big hands pry apart your thighs easily. With a quick maneuvering of your hips, your panties have been successfully ripped from your bottom as your husband mutters a quick, "Shh, baby, not right now."

He's barely mustered the energy to give you a cordial enough response before diving into your pussy, flushed and hot from your embarrassment and arousal at his demands. Your husband gives you no time to protest as his mouth is already flush on your cunt, kissing and licking at your clit and prodding at your folds, slurping so obscenely quickly that you think with a split second of clarity that he might choke.

"H-honey," you attempt to sit up, hand going to his hair to push him away as you gurgle little sounds of pleasure, "can't you ju—?" and you're cut off by him gripping your wrist far too tightly and pushing it down into the mattress to stop your protests as he tongue-fucks moans out of you.

For a brief second, he pulls himself up, chin already shiny and slipping with so much slick you wonder if any had gotten on his clothes that he hadn't bothered to take off from work. "Just stay quiet, little thing. I don't want to hear another word out of you except my name," he half-heartedly, half-passive-aggressively gets out to you.

He's not doing this for your pleasure, he's doing it for his. As quickly as he came up he dives back down, his forearm pushing over your hips to keep your squirming to a minimum as he tenses and flattens and flicks his tongue over your weeping folds.

By the time you've reached your first, it's an obscene scene on its own. But you realize that Coryo isn't slowing down, making it hard to breathe through the overstimulation as his tongue continues to fuck you right along after your climax. Thighs shaking to try and clamp shut and push him away, you squeal out a sharp, "Coryo!" — his name, not disobeying any rules he set but sharp and needy enough to get his attention as you cry.

"Oh, poor baby," he mumbles as he rubs at your thigh, eyes never leaving your red, positively abused cunny. "I know, it feels good, doesn't it?" he questions you, smiling at you with that patronizing essence he had about him whenever he spoke to you.

So hesitantly, just barely, you nod, and his face is already back to your morbidly sensitive core, devouring you like he hadn't lost any energy from making you cum once. And then it's twice. And then it's thrice. Coriolanus has always been selfish, in every aspect, and making you cum was no exception.

"'s too much," you say with a throat all ripped up from your previous moans and cries, shaking your head from side to side with hair sticking to the back of your sweaty neck. "No, no," he chides you, like you had said something wrong. "You can take it, bun. You're a big girl, my big girl, aren't you? You're the president's wife, you gotta be strong. C'mon, one more for me," he acts like he's begging, though you and him both know that you'll always cave for your husband.

[dilf-docs]

Drunk In Love

eddie brock x younger fem!reader

summary: you don't exactly hate your job as bartender. well, sometimes, like when customers who can't take a no show up. your boyfriend decides to take matters into his hands, or better said, tentacles...

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (ofc), a bit of angst, smut, rough sex??, exhibition kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering, jealous!eddie puts on a show, venom's tongue slurping ur clit like a caprisun, reader gets harrased (is this like a norm for my eddie fics??? lmao)

word count: 3,884 words

side note: this lil' baby is based on this request. that being said, my reqs are still open! keep the suggestions up i say 🗣🔥🔥especially those with classic tropes, cause i'm a deep sucker for them jealousy fics fr most when they get possesive lolz this is me placing my input here *smoothly slides card to the front of the table* ENJOY

If you were to ask your 9 year old self what she wanted to be, she'd tell you an actress. Never a bartender, and most certainly, never the girlfriend of an alien symbiote.

Turns out, life has more on storage of what you expected, certainly. Things haven't gone in the way your kid brain had planned, and going back to the bartender thing, it's one of those things that hasn't been the way you wanted it.

And it isn't the job, really. Over the years, you've grown fond of the drinks you know like the palm of your hand and the scene that occurs behind the bar. Besides, it pays the bills, and there's something comforting in witnessing night engulf the sky, just for the sun to rise again as you're back on your apartment. You're an owl, which really is just how Eddie, your boyfriend, likes to call you with affection.

What hasn't changed and still bothers you after all this years is the people.

It's not like you're an introvert, but crowds aren't really your thing, which is quite the contradiction given the job. The problem lies not on your frequent customers or those who come looking for a good time, but on those who don't know how to take "no" as an answer: most recently, this guy, who won't leave no matter how many times you've told and showed him already.

And it's the wost kind: they don't bother for the drinks, rather the person serving them; and he's been at it for hours, not taking the hint from the one-sided conversation he's been having all this time.

"Hey" the customer speaks again, your back facing him. "So, I want something" he makes a little pause, "but it's not on the menu"

You use a little more force than necessary while cleaning the glass you're holding, "tell me what you want and I'll see what I can do"

He chuckles, and when you finally face him, he seems pleased.

"I want you"

"Too bad" you turn around again, "can't help you then".

"Playing hard to get, I see" you'd think after at least two hours being ignored, he would stop, but he only seems to still not get the cue. "It's fine, I like it this way"

You decide not to add anything, focusing on this drinks for table #2, but he keeps adding comments that drip in annoying drops until your glass of patience overflows.

"C'mon, sugar" he nudges playfully, "spare me a glance, would ya'?"

You scoff, resting your arms on the bar. "If I give you a free drink, would you let me do my job?"

Clearly a mistake, as his hands travel to touch your skin, making it prickle like it burns.

"Still don't get it? The only thing I want is you"

Eddie wanted to surprise you. After some time dating you, he thinks he deserves some credit on to how much he truly knows you; you'd argue he knows you even more than you know yourself.

He knows your small quirks, like the small frown in your lips when you feel sad. He also knows by heart your breathy shrugs, the intricacy of your blinking, the flinch you often do because you get easily scared, and also, how much you hate tuesdays, which is why he's here. Whenever he's free, he drops by, trying to make your night shift a little less difficult. You'd never voiced it out, but he sees it in the way your eyes sparkle when you catch him in the crowd, coming your way, or in the efforts he makes to keep you entertained, your lips curving up in a beautiful smile.

"We are going to see y/n!" chirps Venom in his head, and Eddie can't help but feel a little off at his amount of excitement. "Oh, don't be jealous, Eddie. She sees me as a pet! Still, I like her" he says as Eddie gets inside.

The immediate smell of the alcohol stench place hits him, making him nauseous.

"I hate this place!" Venom agrees, "we should all escape!"

"And get y/n in trouble?" He scoffs, speaking over the music. People don't hear him as he walks by, which helps, since it looks like he's speaking to himself. "Sorry, but I won't be the reason she's gonna loose this job"

"Pussy! You're no fun"

Eddie ignores him as he walks towards you. It isn't until he's almost there, that he notices you're not alone.

"Who's that?" Venom asks.

"I have no idea, buddy" he then notices the proximity, his skin immediately on fire. Not like he's a jealous guy, but never say never.

"He's close to her!" Venom shouts. No shit, thinks Eddie. "We should eat him!"

"He isn't touching her" he butts. Yet, pops the grimy thought up. "Besides, is eating people all you ever think about?" he whisper shouts.

"Yes!" Venom doesn't seem not even a bit embarrassed, "especially bad guys. Like that one"

Eddie is reasonable, he thinks. Feelings like jealousy or possesiveness aren't on his book, yet, seeing the man that doesn't leave you alone, something ugly inside of him burns.

"You judge me, but I know you want the same" he's inciting Eddie, who is angrier than ever. But he doesn't cave in, counts to ten, and breathes in and out, even if he has sped up his walking.

I'm rational. I'm rational. I'm rational.

"Liar" Venom whispers. "You want to kill him"

"Not yet" he can't let his feelings get the best of him, "I can't put y/n in danger so you get some brains. If we do a mess like the ones in Mrs. Chen's store, she'll be fired"

He's being the bigger person here. Eddie just wants you to feel proud of who he is (the lethal protector), and not like you're dating a man child. It happened once (Anne being dissapointed in him, which is worse), and he's not willing to let it happen again. So he'll be polite and politely shove him out of your sight.

At least that's what he thinks until the guy touches you.

"The fuck-"

"Now we're talking!" Venom senses the anger radiating from Eddie, and decides to fire him up, "let's get his brains!"

You're so deep in your shit you don't notice when Eddie walks towards you, his perfume invading your nostrils. In a way, it brings a bit of comfort to your situation.

"Excuse me" his gravely voice goes. Fuck, how you love the sound; you can even feel the nerves going down. It's not like you're a helpless damsel in distress, but sometimes, even if you hate it, a man is needed. Eddie is very much needed now.

"Yes?" the man turns around, and he swears he's screaming when he notices the man is still touching you.

"I'd appreciate if you did me a favor, you see, it's very simple" his tone dripping in venom (hehe), "get your hands off her. Now"

It's stupid, really, how your panties twist at the demading tone, waves of possesivenss radiating off him, considering the situation you're in.

"Why? Are you her guard or something?" he challenges.

"Boyfriend" he spats out.

That would've been enough: at least for a normal person. But some have proven to have worms for brains, like him. Because, even when you've expressed your clear discomfort and Eddie is there, the man doesn't seem the slightlest intimidated, not backing off, by not even a centimeter. All this is very stupid really, and it's testing your patience like it never has in almost three decades alive.

"Yeah?" he stoods up to Eddie, and he's even slightly taller. But Eddie and his strong arms don't back off.

"Yeah" he challenges. God, how you hate men.

"Please, don't make a mess" you beg to no one in particular, because Eddie may be a rational man, but today, all in his eyes are a fury you'd never seen before.

"For your own good, I'm giving you a chance to back off" he threats.

"And what are you gonna do?" he bumps against Eddie's smaller yet built frame, "can't do much, can you?"

The music is on, but it's like it's stopped. All the people have started to stare, and you just want earth to swallow you. The initial wave of arousal is starting to wash away, making you wonder if it's all Eddie's macho ways, Venom or both.

"Eddie, don't" you warn, but it's over: the distraction of your voice makes Eddie turn, and the guy's fist slams across his face, all the regret leaving Eddie's face.

"It's on" he says in a distorted voice.

And it's off for you.

Venom takes over Eddie, the black engulfing his body. People around gasp, and a few do recognize the so-called lethal protector of San Francisco.

"I said" now he towers over him, by various centimeters "...back off"

Punches get thrown, and if you thought he'd cower in fear, the guys tries to fight him off. Some people leave amidst the chaos, and others stay to watch it. How can you take control? Not only is he causing a show, but so is Venom, all rational thoughts flying out of the window.

"Eddie!" you plead, "stop it!"

Your voice falls deaf on his ear. Why doesn't he stop? Eddie thinks he should be scared by now, but he's still fighting. Isn't he scary enough? Isn't he strong enough? Why is he still fighting? He can't loose this fight. No, Venom can't loose this fight.

"You'll pay, scum" he growls, "nobody messes with my girl"

Oh, alright. He got you there; that was kinda hot.

When you get back to your senses, the guy is on the floor, his nose bleeding.

"Eddie, that's enough!" but he ignores you, "Venom!" you try again. Nothing, just alien and guy fighting.

"Have you still learned nothing?"

"Wait!" he shouts, terrified. Nothing like the guy from before, who couldn't take a no, "I'll stop!"

"Good" Venom growls threatening. "I hope you've learned your lesson, asshole" now on Eddie's voice.

The guy scurries away, cowering in fear.

"Alright" you clap your hands, "showtime is over"

You've had enough for today. Really, your hate for tuesdays is justified: an asshole who wouldn't leave you alone, and your boyfriend and his alien pet (derogatory; hey, you're mad!) ruining your day by trying to save it.

"Hey" Eddie's soft voice sounds from behind, "are you okay?"

You laugh, bitterly. "Oh, I don't know. Let's see: a guy harrased me and my boyfriend just fucked up my only income"

His face falls, and you feel a bit bad, yet you can't help it: your nerves are on edge, and your boss not only happens to know you but Eddie too, given all his visits. That means, he sees the cameras and goodbye to your ass, no matter how much you tried to stop it.

This job helps you pay college and your bills. You're fucked: these men's mess will drag you along. Your boss is strict, and the bar reputation will go first: it's a bar, not a brawl. You already hear their stern voice, scolding you (worse) for shit you didn't do.

You start walking away, back to your spot behind the bar. You sigh, deeply: maybe it's the last time you'll ever be there.

"Wait, y/n!" Eddie calls back. The music is going strong and the crowd has long gone, but you know there are still eyes on you. All you want is to curl in bed and cry: you're sad, mad, tired and horny. The week's just getting started: it's not fair.

"What?"

He's taken back by your dry tone; you've never been like this with him. He remembers Anne and their break up, his stomach churning in fear. "Have we fucked up?" asks Venom, but Eddie is too afraid to ask.

"I was trying to help" his voice comes out small, helpless. Funny considering who he is: alien-human symbiote and fearless reporter.

"What does help mean to you? Playing superhero?" you spit. "You'll get me in trouble, Eddie. This job is all I have, yet you seemed to care more about putting a show than me"

"It's not like that!" he argues back, "I was trying to protect you!"

"I know!" you shout, some heads turning around. "I know" you repeat, this time lower, "it's just hard to tell when it's about me, and when it was about you" you confess. Eddie feels bad when he sees your teary eyes, "I don't want you to think I'm angry that you helped me: that guy was scary, and I needed help. I'm just... it's a lot, you know? I thank you for saving me, but I can't thank you for letting your ego take the best of you" you let out a shaky breath. "I want you to know that there are consequences, Eddie, and what started as a noble act ended up hurting me too. Almost like you forgot why you did it in the first place. It was about helping me: for me- Not to, I don't know, prove something..."

He understands, knowing his emotions got the best of him.

"I'm sorry" he rests against the bar, "I know I lost control; you're right. I wanted to help you, talking my way out, like I always do. But then he touched you, and I-, I froze. I hated seeing him touching you, and some jealousy got me there too..." he's ashamed to confess but does anyway, "I don't know... I kinda did also feel a bit... bruised" you're confused, an eyebrow quirking. "Alright, fine. You want me to say it? I will! I felt dumb, you know? That a douchebag like that didn't feel intimidated by me: not first, not second. I didn't know if it was me, that I lost my... well, abilities? My charm? I don't know how to explain it, but that guy was getting on my nerves. It's like-"

"Like he's stupid, Eddie. He's a hard headed idiot who kept fighting an alien symbiote for no reason: despite the disadvantage, despite people watching him loose" you reason, "you can't find logic on something without it. I've already made my peace with it"

"Maybe he was drunk" he ponder, "or high..."

"Or just dumb" you breathe. "You know? Let's stop. I want to enjoy my last day here, definitely not talking about the guy who was harrasing me minutes ago, and also, is the reason I'll loose this job"

"Alright, I'll shut up" Eddie gives up, then "I'm sorry, by the way"

You give up too, "it's okay"

"She won't leave us for this?" Venom asks. Eddie tells you and you laugh. "No, but it's your first strike"

There's some silence, the quiet sipping and chatting of the people sitting close to you, the music now a background white noise for the chaos of your mind and feelings.

"I'm still mad, you know" you drop. He looks up at you, his brown eyes colored in a dark shadow of something dangerous.

"I can make it up to you"

You know that voice. Is he thinking...?

"No" you say hastily.

"The worst already happened..." he starts, voice dropping low.

"We live in a world where superheroes and powers exist. There is always, something worst" you reason.

"Not today, baby" he gets close to your ear, his hot breathe tickling your lobe. "What do you say?"

"Eddie" you warn, but the urge to give in is so bad. It's been a while since the last time you and Eddie were intimate: lack of time, exhaustion and other factors playing a part in cock blocking you both.

"Eddie what?" he mocks, "tell me you don't want it, and I'll stop"

What if you leave the bar unattended? What if you succumb? What if one of the stalls has two people inside, even if forbidden?

"I knew you wanted it" he gasps against your skin. His soft lips kiss along your jaw, his hair brushing your face. His smell always makes you intoxicated, and in the reduced space, the dizziness is excruciating. His hand tightens around your waist, and he looks you deep into your eyes when he says:

"I know I fucked up, baby. So let me help: you won't do anything, just me"

He slams your body against the wall of the stall, which is unhygienic and against the bar norms, but really, why do you care?

"Just wanna taste you, baby" he kisses you again, full of your flavor on his lips. Your gloss coats them in a pink sticky layer, "missed you so much"

It’s shameful for him to admit how easy he seems to fall at your feet: how much he is willing to beg for forgiveness. But he can give and not receive, not having a problem with it; it's the least he can do for you, and you deserve it.

Yet you return his kisses with full hunger, your hands digging in his cheeks, pressing on the skin while diving to his neck, nipping on his sensitive spots. His hold becomes stronger, looking at you with a need so primal it dampens your folds.

"I need you to do something with this" he motions the bottom of your uniform, "be a good girl, yeah? And take this off"

Once your tights are bare and the pants are over his shoulders, he gets to see your sticky panties on their full glory.

"Fuck..." he mutters hazily.

He tears the panties down, while his knee gets his way in the middle of your tights, parting them.

You tug at his jacket, pulling him closer to you, making his knee crash against the wall of the stall.

"If you wanna taste so bad" God, you sound so demanding and it's driving him nuts, "don't keep me waiting, pretty boy"

He hovers over you, kissing you hungrily.

"I'm sorry, won't happen again" he kneels down, breathe hot and close to your puffy folds.

"If you want to fix it, then fucking do so" your hands went to his hair as you felt his teeth lightly press into your thights, sucking and tugging when needed.

"Eddie" you whine, feeling his tongue trail, taunting you, his hands circling around your thighs, the mocking flick of his tongue putting you on edge. Your folds drip, reacting to him.

"Let me help this pretty cunt, yeah?" and there's a sudden swipe at your clit by his long tongue.

You claw your nails into his scalp; the tight grip has his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let himself get lost in the taste of your pussy.

Long forgotten is the teasing, as Eddie lets his mouth fall open, pressing his starving mouth against your wet heat. His tongue kisses between your folds, finding your hot needy clit.

"Right there..." you let out a shaky breath, hips slowly bucking into his face.

His teeth graze softly the plushy skin of your pussy, knowing how sensitive you get.

"Eddie" you plead, "more"

He lets out something that sounds like a huh, pleasant vibrations against your core.

"Deeper" you mewl, "now"

"Let me try, Eddie" Venom's voice sounds inside his head, "I want to apologize too" he's about to argue but he adds, "Besides, you promised I was going to eat. I'm hungry"

Even in the dark of the bathroom, you can see black cover the front of Eddie's face, nesting in between your legs. You let out a yelp when his now longer muscle gets again inside your bud, a failed suppressed moan escaping your lips.

Brock sucks your clit into his mouth, lips wrapped around tight walls while his tongue swiped against the tip. He began a repetition of that, and when you let out a weak cry, he knows he's found your weak spot, sucking your labia into his mouth, making you press your back hard onto the wall, pushing until it starts to hurt.

"Eddie" you softly moan his name, fingers tugging at his hair roughly.

He doesn't pull his mouth from the feast, instead, his ministrations grow rougher. He lets go of the support he has on your thigh and wanders to your pussy, his fingers touching your labia. The trail is dangerously close to your entrance, his fingers get coated with the taste of you. Without thinking, he takes them to his mouth, pupils blown wide.

"So sweet" he praises, longue slicky tongue tasting your leak. Your body was filled by pleasure, coming to its peak when Brock presses his long middle finger into your needy cunt.

"That's it" he kisses your now trembling muscles (how long have you been standing?), sending butterflies to your chest. He's really earning that pardon, isn't he? Eddie is really making it hard to keep mad at him, and Venom isn't helping. "Cum for me, darling"

You whine as he pushes a second finger in. "Are you sounding louder in purpose, babe? Do you want them to find us and see what I'm doing to you? How just my mouth and fingers fuck you up? What a whore you are, fucking in a public restroom?"

You let out another loud whimper that barely gets muffled by the music coming from outside, defiant.

"I'm already fired" you pant, "I don't fucking care"

He feels it; he knows you too much: moving upwardward past your pubic bone, easily finding that soft sensitive spot of yours. Your folds clench around his fingers, Eddie knowing you're close. So now he's back to just being him (he's still warm on his chest for all those jealous feelings from before; no more sharing), his plushy lips around your clit while he thrusts into the wet sweet spot.

Your legs tense, and before you know it, you slam against the wall, arching your back as you shake with release, "Fuck!"

Your juices coat all his fingers, and without thinking he tastes again, licking the release in a rather whore-ish way. "Mm, Venom was right: sweet"

You try to catch your breath and come to understand what had just happened: you just fucked in the bathroom of your soon to be ex-job. Jesus.

Eddie gets closer to kiss you again, cupping your face, but his fingers are still wet. Without thinking, you take them into your mouth and lick your own release off him, mirroring his sensual lick movements from before, all while mantaining eye contact.

"You're gonna be the death of me" he confesses without thinking, his eyes swimming between something dark and soft.

You suck on them with your cheeks hollowed in. His breath hitches, "does this mean I'm forgiven?"

You laugh, throwing your name tag on the trash bin next to you.

"Yes" his mouth falls open, and before he says anything, you're cutting him with a kiss, still as hungry as in the beginning, to Eddie's surprise. Of course: your age says it all. "And you're next"

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif (unknown pinterest source)

[jessthebaker]

With Sticks and String: Part 2

a/n: This fic started as the response to the #writingthroughtheseasons challenge by the wonderful @guiltyasdave and @sizzlingcloudmentality. It developed a life of its own and, uh, grew beyond the original prompt. There will be two definite chapters, and possibly a third?

I did as much research as I could to be mindful of the details of NA, substance addiction, and milestone ceremonies but there will be errors. Please be kind.

Many thanks to @saradika-graphics for her wonderful dividers. @bitchwitch1981 for helping me get started, @missredherring @march-flowerr @hypnotisedfireflies @ameerawrites for their invaluable help unmixing my metaphors. Huge shoutout to @goodwithcheese for her fic Staystitch, the fic that lodged itself in my brain and started this all. Go read it, it's amazing.

Challenge prompt: Dieter in Autumn. “Are we a moment, or a lifetime?”

Dieter Bravo x gn!reader. Reader has no distinguishing characteristics, other than being actively sober and an avid yarn crafter. It's you, love.

Word count: 2.6k

Chapter note: it’s coming into autumn now in my part of the world, my favourite time of year for cosy evenings on the couch with my love, wrapped in warm woolly goodness to keep the chill off of us. Please enjoy Dieter and his love, being crafty and cosy and woolly together.

It’s a cool evening and the home you share with Dieter is chilly. You’ve only just lit the fireplace for the night, and it hasn’t had time to fully warm the room yet. Dieter sets the vintage record player to start playing while you get the hot chocolates ready. Soon the soft croons of Billie Holiday’s voice fill the room as you carefully carry your mugs over to the couch and divide them between his end table and yours. Extra marshmallows for Dieter’s, like always, and extra cocoa powder for yours.

Dieter is already settled on his end of the couch, digging around in his basket of wips for something to work on tonight. You let a deep sigh escape your lungs as you sink into your end of the couch. It’s been a long week and you’re ready to relax and lose yourself in the quiet of your evening with Dieter.

Dieter emerges triumphantly from his cavernous project basket with something in hand – a beanie, you guess, from the look of it. His hair is more disheveled than usual and his oversized cardigan (your favourite) is askew as a result of him hanging practically upside down in the basket to find what he was looking for. You giggle at his rumpled appearance. “Come on,” he juts his chin up at you, “what have you got tonight? Whatcha gonna work on?”

You think for a moment. You have a few items in progress stuffed into your basket: a crocheted blanket, a few pairs of fingerless mitts that you knit on here and there for the local winter donation drive. A cabled beanie, a ribbed scarf. “I don’t know. My brain is tired tonight. Maybe the blanket? It’s nice and mindless.”

“That could work. You only have a few more rows of that stripe before the next one starts, right?”

“Yeah, I’m nearly to the end of the blue so I might just finish that off and then put it away again for a little bit.”

You pull out the blanket that’s been slowly growing over the last year and a half and sit with your back to the arm of the couch. You scooch to get the blanket situated over your lap and legs until you’re comfortable with it. Dieter stretches out so his feet are touching your crossed legs, and you’re both covered by the blanket. You feel his toes stretching and flexing as he idly fidgets them against your knees.

The room quietens as you and Dieter settle into your projects. The sound of his needles clacking and the log on the fire popping are the only sounds for a time, apart from the quiet music and the occasional hiss of liquid and a swallow as one of you slurps your drink.

The quiet is broken every now and then with a sound effect. Periodically you hear a puzzled grunt from Dee, then an “ah” of realisation as he figures out the issue.

A thought idly rolls around in your mind, and you give it voice. “Your five years is coming up this year. Did you have anything special you want to do for it?”

Dieter is coming up to 5 years sober this year. Over that time, you have worked through your addiction recovery together, both through the support system of Narcotics Anonymous and your respective sponsors. Your connection has grown from platonic friendship to a true relationship. Dieter is a romantic at heart. You adore the way he has thrown himself into building your life together, the same way he throws himself into every other project: wholeheartedly and with nothing held back. For your part, you were smitten that first day when he finally gathered the courage to ask you about your crocheting.

You’ve developed a tradition of gifting each other something handmade for your respective milestones every year. His five years is a big deal for him, as you well know.

Dieter hums as he ponders the question, his hands pausing briefly as he considers. “Can you knit me a sweater? You haven’t done that yet.”

This is the first time you’ve ever hesitated to answer, and he clocks you straight away.

“What is it? What did I say?”

“No, it – it’s nothing, really, I just -” You try to laugh it off. But he knows you better than that. He pushes, gently.

You take a breath. This isn’t a conversation you had really expected to have tonight, but of course you should have. Sweaters feel like the natural progression of his crafting journey, of course he would be interested in that next.

“Dee, this is going to sound crazy-”

“Sweetheart, have you met me? Just spit it out, I won’t laugh.”

“Have you ever heard of the sweater curse?”

A brief silence. His eyes flicker with interest, and he leans forward across the couch, elbows resting on his thighs as he takes your hands in his. “Okay, now that you’ve said it, you HAVE to tell me more. What is the sweater curse?”

You huff a breath, blow a lock of your hair out of your face, shuffle your knees a little. “Okay, it sounds stupid. But. There’s a superstition for knitters and crocheters that says if you make a sweater for the person you’re dating, the relationship is doomed to break up. Sometimes before you even finish making the sweater. I know we’ve been together for a while, Dee, I don’t- I can’t- I don’t want-”

He surprises you by swooping you up into an embrace, stopping your words with his mouth on yours. You melt into his broad body and let him kiss your fear into submission.

When he lets you down to breathe, he twinkles his eyes at you and grins so widely his dimple pops.

“You won’t get rid of me that easily. I’m not going anywhere, honey.” His coffee-smooth baritone is a soothing rumble in your ears.

His expression turns serious then. “Look, I know we’ve talked about it a little bit, neither of us want to be married or anything, and we’re both fine with that. I want to be with you for my entire life anyway. I want us to be for a lifetime, not just this moment. So. How do we get around this curse? Can we break it? Is there an anti-curse we can do? Anti-hex thing? Double-block-fuck-the-sweater jinx?”

You give a shaky laugh and settle yourself in closer to him. You lean into his shoulder and he obliges by putting an arm around you and pulling you in tight. (You might also use his lapel to surreptitiously wipe a couple of tears away, but he doesn't need to know that.)

“Um, okay, okay. I mean, um, yes. I want that too. I love you too. I want to be with you for my lifetime too. I haven’t thought much but I’m sure there’s witchy stuff online about breaking curses. Why don’t we look it up somewhere?”

Dee carefully sets his knitting aside and pulls his laptop out from its spot under his end table. After a minute to let it wake up, he types “how to break the sweater curse” into the search bar. You lean in to look at the screen with him. You peruse the titles and URLs of the search results together, skipping over the ones that just show images of sweaters and magic wands, until you see one that looks suitable. “Hey, click on that one.”

HOW TO BREAK A MAGIC CURSE

Breaking a curse requires the intention and focus of the curse-breaker. Sometimes a ritual is also required. There are multiple ways to lift a curse, but it depends on the nature of the curse and the person who cast it. Whether you’re dealing with a long-term hex or a recently cast spell, the following rituals can help cleanse away the unwanted energy and restore your peace of mind.

Dieter reads down the Buzzfeed-like-list. “Blah blah blah...mirror reversal...cleansing bath...protective crystal grid…ooh,” He bookmarks the whole page so he can come back to this later. He likes his crystals.

“Oh, here we go, knot magic! That looks relevant. Here, read it -”

You read together:

Knot magic is a form of folk magic that uses the symbolic binding and unbinding of knots to control energy. This method involves tying and then untying knots to release the curse and its hold on you.+

“Knots sound like yarn, this could work, maybe that’s it?”

You shrug, you know as much as he does in this area. “Let’s keep looking – keep this tab open and see what else came up in the search.”

You find an unlikely help in the comments of an old Reddit thread:

Knot magic is about setting an intention and then using a knot to 'seal it' or put it out in the world. …But knot magic doesn't have to be knots. It could be something as simple as a braid. ….Also, knot magic can be knitting and crocheting. I have knitted a divination mat for myself. While I was knitting it, I thought about the new forms of divination I wanted to try and how I wanted them to impact my practice.^

Dee sits back and gestures at the laptop screen with a gesture of well, see?

“Well, there you go, we can do that. It’s all about the intention. I intend to stay with you. I intend to stay in love with you. This curse isn’t gonna be the thing that pulls us apart.”

“I feel the same way, Dee...I only want to be with you. I don’t want anyone else.” You have an idea. “Hey, Dee, why don’t we both do it? Why don’t we knit each other a sweater and seal our intentions into them?”

His face lights up and you could swear his dimple has never been deeper, with the way he’s smiling at you. “Amazing! Let’s do it. Right now.”

And so you do. You and Dieter spend the rest of the evening looking up sweater patterns online to figure out what each of you likes, as well as what the other will enjoy knitting. You both agree that cables are a must, based on the information you’ve learned online. After some rummaging, you find your old copy of Barbara Walker’s Treasury of Knitting Patterns in Dieter’s side of the bookshelf – he all but stole it last year when he was on a lace kick – and look up her cable patterns for ideas.

Dieter thinks that the braid cables will work best because the Reddit commenter wrote that they put a braid in their hair to set a protection spell.

You like the idea of multiple braids interwoven because they remind you of actual knots. Always intertwining and crossing together, never separated or broken.

The next day you hit your local indie yarn store to find yarn that feels right. Because these are going to be special sweaters, none of the every-day workhorse yarn you normally use will do.

Dieter’s yarn finds him in the form of a gorgeous deep emerald green wool, and you spot a mohair-silk laceweight yarn that complements the green perfectly. He is enthralled at the fuzzy, goat-y nature of the mohair and he insists on getting an extra hank or three, “just in case”.

Your yarn calls to you from a basket of limited edition super soft wool in your favourite colour. You also insist on getting an extra hank or two...“just in case”.

With your purchases in hand, you start back for home. Well...first there’s a quick detour to the grocery store for a chocolate run...but THEN you head back home.

Dieter has never worked with yarn this nice before, so you teach him how to wash the hanks and let it dry in front of the fireplace, before winding it into usable balls. That evening, he happily sits at your feet with a dry hank of yarn around his outstretched hands while you wind it into a tidy ball. He can’t resist wiggling his fingers and grabbing at you. He flashes a cheeky grin as you yelp and reflexively kick at his belly before scrambling your legs back out of his reach. Now that he’s gotten that out of his system, this slow-and-steady method of yarn winding together becomes your favourite evening activity for the next week.

At last the night comes when the last hank is wound. You and Dieter find yourselves sitting amongst a dozen balls of yarn all spread out along your coffee table and couch. It’s time to knit. You look around yourselves, and look back at each other. There’s an odd tension in the air, a thrum of anticipation that you didn’t expect.

Dieter speaks first. “You ready?”

You take a breath and release it slowly. “Yes. Let’s do it.”

He gathers his yarn to his basket on his side of the couch while you gather yours to your own side. You both shift and wiggle until you’re comfortably settled into your “yarning poses”, as Dieter calls it. You both pick up your needles. Consult your patterns. Give each other a decisive nod. And start casting on your sweaters.

The room is quiet now as you both lose yourselves in your knitting. You work to keep your mind focused on your intention, as the website said. It’s surprisingly not that hard; your brain soothes into the rhythm of knit, purl, Dee, knit, purl, Dee… as you work across the rows.

Dieter sits across from you, with his eyes down on his work. Every so often, he looks up to gaze at you thoughtfully. You feel his eyes on you and glance up, and he winks and looks back down again.

Autumn deepens into winter as you knit your sweaters side by side. You pass your evenings together on the couch in comfortable silence, sometimes with music, sometimes with just the crackling of the fireplace. Every so often you each hold up your progress for the other’s inspection, and you admire your work. Dieter makes you take periodic breaks for hot chocolate, and you make him take breaks for hand stretches.

After a couple of months of knitting together, your sweater for Dieter is making good progress. You think you might have it finished for him to wear by the time his 5 year date comes up. Dieter, on the other hand, is not as fast a knitter as you are. His sweater for you probably won’t be ready until next autumn, and that’s fine with you.

The sweater itself isn’t the goal. The goal is to work through the process together and purposefully knit your commitments into the sweaters. You’re confident now that your relationship with Dieter can stand the test of time after going on this whole curse-breaking journey with him.

Over the last five years, the sticks and string of your lives have knitted your relationship into an elegant, enduring fabric. You know that no matter what mistakes you and Dieter make, it won’t be the end of the world. You can pick up those dropped stitches together and knit them back into your fabric. The string that binds you together is strong enough to withstand being frogged, re-wound, and re-knit. You’re looking forward to creating with Dieter together for the rest of your lives.

+https://witcheslore.com/bookofshadows/rituals-spell-casting/how-to-break-a-magic-curse/

^https://www.reddit.com/r/witchcraft/comments/soum44/can_anyone_explain_witch_ladders/ this is a real thread, sincere thanks to user u/poetic_faery for their informative comments. And to @bitchwitch1981 for her help in getting started.

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[jilval]

𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑶 𝑲𝑨𝑴𝑶 — ★ ₊˚masterlist’

None of these fics will have any plot and will just be straight-up porn because I hate writing plot

ヾ ͙ ࣪ ˖ ੭ contains : m!overstimulated, oral, established relationship, sub!choso

ヾ ͙ ࣪ ˖ ੭ note : I love Male overstimulation so much, I hope this was good😭

All my writings will be female reader, race, hair color, eye color, age but will always be over 18, or anything that really describes how a person looks will never be specified

"f-fuck..pleasepleasepleaseeee" choso grabbing a fistful of your hair pushing you further down on his dick while gripping the sheets with his other hand, making his knuckles turn white "stop...please..ha...I can't i can't" the tip of his dick repeatedly touching the back of your throat, your nails digging into his thighs earning a hiss from the man, sweat dripping down his face and the smell of sex filling the room, all of it making choso so overwhelmed and overstimulated begging you to stop but never letting you get a breath from sucking his dick, his upper lip quivering from the stimulation, the sight in front of you making you wetter and wetter, reaching your hand down into your panties rubbing small circles on your clit, you cant even keep count from how many times choso has came, the most pornographic moans falling from his lips, he looks so pretty like this, all the sweat dripping from his face, his pretty eyes rolling back, his beautiful moans, words can't describe how he looks in front of you, his dick slightly twitching in your mouth letting you know he is close to another release, you wish this was the only thing you could see for the rest of time, his eyes rolling back from pleasure, a sight you would never get sick of "m'cumming please m'cumming pleasepleaseplease" bobbing your head up and down on his dick, the sounds of slurping and moans fill the room, choso finally let's go of your hair and places his hand on his mouth to muffle his moans, you never understood why he was embarrassed, you told him plenty of times he sounds so pretty but he never listened, you lifted your head up and a small pop follows, leaving him sit there on the edge of release "nononono please, I can't please..don't stop please" you look up at him seeing the distress on his face "how about you keep your eyes on me and hold my hands hm? no need to hide your pretty moans" you give him a soft smile before reaching your hands out in front of you, he slowly reaches his hands down to yours before taking them in his hands, you sink your head back down on his dick making sure to keep eye contact with him, small little whimpers leaving his lips slowly getting closer to his high once more, bobbing your head up and down building up your speed, small tears falling down his face squeezing your hands tightly "thank you thank you thank you...don't stop please..I love you I love you so much thank you" letting out sobs and bucking his hips forward into your mouth making his dick touch the back of your throat, you start rubbing your thumbs across his hands "m'close please don't stop..baby please don't stop" you speed up you pace slightly before you feel your boyfriend's dick twitch in your mouth shortly followed by thick ropes of cum shooting down your throat, you hold your head still, your nose touching the small hairs at the base of his cock waiting for him to finish "thank you....ha..I love you..please I love you" you lift your head up off of his dick, hands still holding choso "I know you do, I know my pretty baby" a soft smile on your face looking at the man in front of you, he looked beautiful with the sweat making his skin all shiny and his fucked out expression "you did so good my love" he gives you a small smile full of love before squeezing your hand

[loneworldgazer]

would u be ok with writing a story of guts being a teen single dad having a daughter that he got as a result of one night stand mom dead by childbirth before he joined the band of the hawks then just show what life would be like if Guts had a kid before and after joining band of the hawk and pre-eclipse and post-eclipse I imagine her to be 1 years old when guts fought Griffith for the first time

break the cycle

pairing: Guts x Reader

a/n: hiii i made this into quite a scenario with some headcannons, enjoyyyy!!!

tags: a bit of violence, fluffy to angst, Gut's child is named, slight x reader (fic focuses more on Guts and his daughter)

This girl whose eyelashes flutter softly when his father had wiped the muck under her cheek, passing her an apple slice to cease the squirming that she was doing on Gut's back. His little girl was starved, he had counted the coins and it was enough for a meal tonight. He only managed to snag an apple from a vendor who was generous enough to congratulate him on his latest victory.

He pulled his daughter's hood down, shushing her when she starts whining again. She had a penchant for horses and Guts had walked past a farmer who brought his horses to a water trough, he had to avert things like this away from his needy daughter.

When he went the hill, he was cautious and tapped Eileen on the lips to stay quiet. There were knights and familiar to him was the hilt of the sword he held as he puts his daughter down to hide behind a bush. For good measure, he tied a cloth around her eyes; he didnt plan to show her any spilling of blood today and he hears the horses approaching. Their hooves thump against the ground and the swordsman struck when they come to him, he pursed his lips and hoped that Eileen didn't pull off her blindfold. The neighs of horses would peak that curiousity of hers. He tried to swiftly end their lives, more soldiers coming to each comrades before an arrow pierces his arm.

The chaos had turned silent when the leader emerged and Eileen whipped her head around under the blindfold. Her father had tied it efficiently which made her thrash around in the dark. The rustling of the bushes alerted the other soldiers that had not anticipated backup with how the bushes shook. Some soldiers had approached it, looking away at the spectacle of the rumoured swordsman and their esteemed leader in a show down.

They draw their arrows to the sound but got flung back harshly when Guts had clasped onto their throats, swinging them away from the little girl. The soldiers simply getting close to his daughter had disrupted the duel him and the leader were having and Griffith didn't show mercy. His sword gleamed in the sun, ready to continue the fight and he raises it to Gut's back. His shoulder pad had protected against and he blocked Eileen, growling at the men.

"Stay away from her!"

That anger had made his brows furrow and nerves stand on end. The clash of metal resumed and sparks fly, pushing back Griffith to the hill. The white haired man had nodded to his men to not touch the child, his fight would not be disturbed because of a minor issue and his eyes gleam with such intensity.

What was in front of Guts was hot stew, it was barely stew but Eileen was slurping it up messily. The woman called Casca had altered it so it'd be easier for the little girl to swallow it. Guts was still apprehensive towards these people who only look for his strength, he didn't quite care for himself but he had to for his kid. It was a pipedream to keep her safe all the time but he truthfully wished that he didn't have to teach her how to fight. He'll be stuck in many battles, trapped in the stench of blood and sin and he was forced to face his daughter in that state one too many times.

Guts gripped his sword, he'll fight until he wins, he will win.

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But he didn't, unfortunately. His groggy eyes opened and he sat up from his bed.

He thought about you, the person he let tangle his sheets and grab at the headboard. He wished he didn't went through with his base instincts or his curiousity. You were a cherished friend but was a baby really something he wanted to remember you by? She was a bundle of joy too bright for him and he was somebody that will fight hellfire for (change) but he wasn't sure anymore.

He was visibly frowning at his stew that Rickert lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Guts violently jerked back, kissing his teeth before he looked down at his daughter that was looking through his bag for an apple. He sighed, pulling his bag close to look through but Casca had already had one in her hand.

It was peeled, her knife hanging on her belt as she gifts the little one the treat she really wanted. Rickert's face lit up with a small smile, changing Gut's stew. There was no need for Rickert to do all of that, giving him a raised brow and his jaw clicks with tension.

"Relax, Casca said you should have a taste of the stew she made for the little one,"

Casca didn't turn her head, focusing on Eileen who nearly dropped her apple. Her body was rigid, still so enraged over Griffith's instruction on keeping Guts warm two days ago. She had a warm towel, wiping away at Eileen who was making a ruckus.

Guts stood up, carrying Eileen and snatching the towel from the ravenette.

"She prefers if I clean her up."

He marches off to the river far from camp and Casca could do nothing but grunt. Rickert puts a hand on her shoulder, he just tells her to let the swordsman be that it was quite normal for him to be quite standoffish. She turned up her nose, moving to dump back Gut's soup back in the pot to keep for later.

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Bathtime wasn't tedious. It was quick for the girl to jump out the water because of how cold it is. He stares at the bubbles that fell off her body and the soap he was holding, this was the soap you had made back then. Back then, being a soap chandler had been the moment where you have met Guts. The sweet smelling soap he had was one of your successful projects, spring blossoms being dried up for a long time and being mixed with lye he remembers. Your jumps for joy were ingrained into his head when it actually didn't crumble into his hands like the previous soaps you made.

You had always smelled so nice, spending lots of time collecting flowers and rocks instead of war and it gave him adifferent perspective even if he barely came to see you.

Eileen took a liking to it that it was hard for it to last, Guts chipped bit by bit but she always had some type of problem with being clean, using the soap from top to bottom. The soap was a slippery little thing as it tumbled down the stream. A figure had picked it up, carrying a kettle of hot water, the steam wafting up into the sky. Griffith had came.

He puts down the towels and opened his arms, Guts' eye twitched, was this some kind of joke?

But before he knew it, the little girl had ran into Griffith's arms and hugged him tight.

"Eileen..!"

He called out, her arms fell to her side and Griffith rubs at her back, grinning.

"There's no need for tension, Eileen would like her bath better with hot water."

He takes the time to mix the hot water and cool water together, making it warm enough for her before she pours it all over herself. Guts stayed near and his eyes were narrowed, assessing Griffith. He was too close to his daughter to his liking but Eileen seemed to trust him, tugging on Griffith's trousers for something.

The white haired man held the soap in his hand, washing the girl gently.

"You should stay here, Guts. For a place where you belong, for Eileen."

There was a sharpness in his eyes which meant he'll take no for an answer and suddenly the thoughts of his hands on his daughter made him grow tense. But the girl had nibbled on the leader's finger, wanting him to continue washing her and the light sound of water sloshing about resumed. Guts scoffed, his arms crossed against his chest. Nobody needed to order him around, nobody.

The Band of The Hawks had welcomed Eileen in with open arms

They feel a chill tingle down their spines if Guts regarded them with a threatening look to not fuck with him and his daughter

Casca adored the little one, seeing her to various crafts like origami, flower crowns and such she can do around camp. They didn't need to show violence in front of a child so she stayed here along with the others who opted to take care of her

She glares down at the men who roughhouse each other, not wanting to set an example for the child

Pippin would be used as a lift, the little girl babbling at him for uppies. Guts' job of carrying his child had ceased when the mountain of the man was a playground for Eileen

She liked Pippin's silence, nuzzling into him with incoherent mumbles and brushing into his side when she fell asleep

She was already farmiliar with Judeau when he had cleaned her father's wounds and wiped him in his sleep. He was fond of feeding her, spoon feeding her stew or finely slicing apples for her.

She had recognized him as the cook and he laughs when she points to her mouth, indicating that that was the role she had known him as

She saw Rickert as an older brother, gentle and kind as she walks with him around the camp. It was quite hard for Guts when he wanted to look for her considering they were both so short

Maybe Guts' aggression come from jealousy that his girl had run to and fro with these people and not with her father anymore

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Eileen couldnt keep still. She knew there was something wrong with her dad when he was unconscious for days. Her childish mind deemed him as sick but sick people could still talk, right?

Rickert consoled her, cheeks full of tears and puffy lips from being bitten down so many times from anxiety.

"Your papa's going to be okay, he's strong," Rickert wanted to be sure when he uttered those words but he couldn't swallow down the bile that was going to be coughed up by him, he didn't want Eileen to have another tantrum from him lying to her but saying the truth was far more terrible.

Tiny footsteps filed into the room and Erica was holding a pail of water.

"Eileen, do you want to see Casca?"

Rickert swallowed down a gulp as he squeezed the water from a rag to clean up Guts. She had been particularly scared of Casca because she was not acting like herself. He wasn't sure what had happened to these two but even Eileen could sense it.

Gut's daughter had some kind of strength that allowed her to know what others are feeling but a weakness to not know how to deal with it, this poor soul couldn't handle change. The sight of Casca not acting like the strong, fierce woman she depended on haunted her.

Miraculously, Eileen agreed and ran to Erica to hold her hand and closed the door behind them.

Guts had to slowly accept that Casca was a changed person due to what happened in the Eclipse

What had soothed him a little is his daughter who had hugged him tight when he came back from outside, she was so confused when he had disappeared from the bed and cried so heavily into his chest

He only rubbed at her back, whispering gently and resting his forehead on hers to stop crying and take a breath

Comforting wasn't his strong suit but he stayed with his baby girl until the sniffles she had disappeared

Though Casca had changed in Eileen's eyes, that caring, maternal affection she had was there but she could see the swordswoman was bearing so much pain from the meltdown she had regularly

When they walked away from the house, waving at Rickert and Erica, there was a chip in her heart when she asked herself what had really happened for her father to shield her away from the truth?

Everything was too conflicting for a mind like hers

Thankfully, she was around people who care about her. Erica made sure she was eating as well as Rickert interesting her in crafting again. She was just like her papa, making big swords out of paper and collecting pretty rocks around the house

He couldn't help but smile, she was still the same even if she grew a little taller or worked up a big appetite

Soon it was time for Guts to move on and she had to go but this time, Eileen pushed for him to bring her. She had been left for so many times because of the battles her father has endured and this time, she'll suffer with him too

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Hiiii, just a thought: Poe with an inexperienced reader... there's so many Poe fics out there, but I haven't read this kind of before 🤔

Of course I can do that, Poe's a sweet lad to write that for. <3

Don't be afraid

Poe Dameron x fem!reader

Warnings: P in v, a bit of fluff, nsfw, smut, oral f! receiving, wholesome.

The Resistance was finally able to settle down and get some much needed rest, some were still doing their duties, but most of them were just relaxing. Poe and you were currently in a small cave further away from the temporary camp, ever since you came together there hasn't been a lot of alone time, so you two made the most of it now while everyone got to take a seat back.

Poe was already kissing his way along your jawline, with his hands roaming over your body, snaking their way down to slip underneath your shirt, "You're not uncomfortable here, are you?" He asked, pulling back to look into your eyes.

"No, but can we go a bit slower?" You replied with a concerned face, hoping this wouldn't hurt his feelings.

Poe smiled warmly, "Yeah, of course." His hands immediately slipping out of your shirt as he leaned back in to resume kissing your neck and collarbone. A few moments later Poe pulled back again, "Hold up, are you..." He trailed off but you knew what he was about to say.

You shook your head, "No but I haven't had much experience with this." The heat in your cheeks rose and you tried to hide the creeping blush.

"That's okay." Poe smiled, kissing you softly before he discovered the slight blush on your cheeks, "Look at you, you're blushing!" He cupped your face, nuzzling his nose against yours and grinning from ear to ear, "Am I getting you all heated up, honey?"

"No, it's the planet." You lied, laughing.

"The planet got hot because of me, sweetheart." He grinned, moving his hands to grab your lower back and lowering you slowly but surely backwards on the rocky ground. Some rocks pressed against your back, causing you to shift into a more comfortable spot.

"What's wrong?" Poe asked, leaning over you.

"The ground is hard as hell." You replied, getting comfortable in your new spot.

Poe leaned in close to your ear, whispering "Well, the ground isn't the only thing hard as hell here." you could practically hear the grin in his voice as he said that. He began working on your pants, gently opening them and pulling them down to your thighs. Poe got back on his knees, pulling your pants off and throwing them back before peeling your panties off of you and spreading your legs.

He lowered himself dangerously close to your aching core, his hot breath hitting you "Wanna feel what I'm the best at?"

Poe didn't even gave you time to respond before he went in to lap at you, slurping up your juices.

You instantly folded into him, tangling your fingers into his loose curls, "Oh god, Poe!"

Poe looked up at you, his mouth curling up at the corners before "Keep doing that." Poe moaned, his tongue thrusting into your leaking pussy, making you tug at his hair.

"You're so good at this, Poe..." You moaned, already starting to see stars.

Poe pulled away, admiring the mess he made of you while you let out a needy while at the loss.

"Now you're nicely wet for my cock." He unzipped his pants, pulled his rock hard cock out and positioned himself between your legs.

"Ready for your first time with the hotshot of the Resistance?" He asked, pressing his cockhead against your slippery entrance.

"Yes." You nodded, before Poe pushed his girth inside you with a swift thrust, stretching your channel nicely.

"Fuuck, Poe~" Your eyes lulled back, feeling him move within you.

Poe groaned, pulling back to leave only the tip inside and thrusting back into you, burying himself completely "Such a tight pussy you got there.." He speeded up, hitting your spot with every deep thrust.

"I can feel you getting close." He grunted.

"Mh-mm, yes I am~" You let out a needy whimper as his cock brushed against the spot again, causing you to arch into him as you felt the pleasure swelling up.

"I'm getting close too." Poe grunted, pounting into you, feeling you tightening down more on his cock, "There you go, let that sweet pussy milk my cock, come on."

"Poee, I'm about to cum!" Were the last words before your pussy clamped down, gripping onto Poe like it didn't wanted to let go.

"That's it, here it c-comes.." Poe's hips snapped into you and he came hard, emptying his load inside you. "That was perfect." He murmured, lowering himself to lay on top of you with his face buried in your neck as he pulled out and rolled to the side.

After a while of calming down you broke the silence "Is there wildlife on this planet?" You asked, looking out into the lush-green covered surface.

"We saw some fluffy bird looking things with claws." Poe replied, resting his arms behind his head "They look scary but they are actually quite curious and a bit shy."

"Did you met some?" You looked back at him, getting another blanket from the bag you brought.

"Yeah, those guys came up before you got here, Finn and Chewie brought some pork meat and they showed up." Poe rolled onto his side, seeing you all curled up in the blanket. He couldn't help but smile, "Well, and Finn fed one of those and a minute later there were like 5 of those showing up."

"Oh, they sound like some pretty good company then." You laughed.

Poe snorted, "Yup, until Chewie took the pork with him into the Falcon and locked himself up in there so he could eat in peace." He chuckled.

"Aww, Chewie didn't share with Finn?" You laughed.

"No, Chewie was pissed at Finn and forced him to eat from the supplies." Poe scooted closer to you, "Let me get in there, I wanna cuddle up." He tugged on the blanked.

You chuckled, lifting the blanket for Poe to get under it too and cuddled up to him "You know it's already getting dark right?"

"I know but we can sleep here. We will tell the others we were too drunk to get back. Who knows maybe one of those birds will show up and join us. Or maybe eat us, I dunno." Poe laughed, pulling you close against him.

"Poe!" You smacked his shoulder playfully who only smiled and squeezed you in return as he was about to drift off, "Come on, shut your eyes and get some sleep, sweetcheeks." Poe smiled, running his fingers through your hair.

The gesture made you melt and withing a second, you drifted off into sleep, curled up against Poe, who made you feel warm, loved and safe.

[shintaru]

pls write smut for chris. thank you🔥

This smut goes with the NSFW head canons pt 1

My body look like something you'd eat cakе off | Chris D’Char

m.list ♡ taglist Warnings : long smut fic

Disclaimer this fic is only this long because I tried to add everything from my NSFW head canons. I’ll only make my NSFW head canon smut this long the rest will be somewhat shorter so it’s easier to read.

You came over because Chris texted that he wanted to share his birthday cake with you, when you saw the text you were shocked he doesn’t share food with anyone.

On your way to his house, you hear your phone ring, you pick up your phone and see the call is from Chris and you answer the call “Don’t invite anyone else over, alright? I just want it to be you and me on my birthday just like old times” Chris says. “I won’t tell anyone” you reply “Thank you be safe on your way over here” he says “I will I can’t wait for you to see your gift” you say excitedly “I can’t wait to see it either, I know I said stay safe but please hurry I want you to see my cake before I eat it” he tells you, you laugh and say “alright I’m almost there” and you hang up after you both say bye.

When eating cake with your childhood best friend was the only intention you wondered how you got Into this position, you were spread out naked on his kitchen table covered in chocolate cake and icing with his head in between your thighs eating you out as if it was his last meal one minute you were singing him happy birthday the next you had asked him what his birthday wish was and he told you it was to try out a kink that he’s been dying to try you offered to help to asking what his kink was he told you it was a surprise.

You had been pent up for a long time, unable to get yourself off and you hated hook-up culture so you found yourself having to give up on pleasing yourself and that’s how you got here

With Chris watching your chest fall and rise as your breath hitched from the pleasure, your hands make your way pulling on his orange strands “Charr” you moan his nickname “feels’ so - good gonna cum” You feel your orgasm coming, you begin to wonder if this was his plan all along. To have you covered in his cake spread out for him on his special day.

You’ve noticed the looks he gives you and how overprotective he is of you. Deep down you always knew but you didn’t make a move even though you also had feelings for him. You didn’t want to lose your childhood best friend if things ended badly, so you pretended not to notice his feelings.

“Charr” you cry out loudly “Please be gentle” you plea “It’s too much,” you say with shaky breaths, he ignores your pleas placing his hands around your hips, he starts rubbing the icing on your hip around in circles with his thumb, the sensation makes your orgasm wash over you. Clenching your thighs together, trapping his head between your legs, your body begins to shake slightly, your back is arching off the table and your toes are curling “ah, Charr” you moan his nickname again and you squirt all over his face. You can feel his tongue lick up and down between your folds as he slurps up your juices leaving nothing behind.

You’re embarrassed, you try to cover your face with your hands before you can cover your face he grabs both of your wrists. Holding them above your head with one hand, you look up at him and he is standing between your thighs towering over you smirking while licking what’s left of your juices off his lips ``don't hide your face around me doll” he says. He wraps his free hand around your throat squeezing slightly and says “open your pretty mouth for me” you do as your told and he leans down to kiss you he sticks his tongue in your mouth he swirls it around letting you taste yourself and his birthday cake you moan into the kiss and his grip tightens on your wrist and throat you can tell he is starting to lose his patience “ I’ve waited so many years to trying to make you mine, can’t believe I finally have you” he says between kisses. He stops kissing you and stands up he takes his shirt off (like this) and pulls his sweatpants off his legs and you get to see how big he is your eyes grow wide you knew he had to be big because he is extremely tall but not that big he chuckles at your reaction and says “don’t worry love, I’ll make it fit, you’re already prepared for me from earlier” he pulls you closer to him by your ankles bringing your ass against his hips he has you spread open for him. One leg is around his waist the other over his shoulder. He looks at you and hesitates almost as if he is waiting for your permission. You nod your head letting him know he can continue with a wide smirk on his face. He slides himself into you with an intense force that’s not letting up. His hands gripping under your left thigh and over your right ankle. The position allowing him to reach deep inside your walls. His drilling pace has you spouting random nonsense.

“Fuck you’re so tight, you’re taking me so well,” he groans while looking down he moans at the sight of him stretching you. He repositions you both where both of your legs are spread wide in front of him. He picks up his brutal pace, bullying his thick cock in and out of your hole. The table shakes violently with each thrust you desperately try to grab hold of anything to steady yourself you end up gripping the sides of the kitchen table as he continues thrusting balls deep inside you. You’re both brought out of your pleasure when you hear a loud thud followed by a splat. You slowly raise up bracing yourself on your arms, Chris helps pull you to his chest by your waist. You both look down and laugh when you see the cake and utensils on the floor “so much for saving some for later” he laughs, you look up at him and say “we can get another one” in between your laughter he leans down and kisses you and you kiss back.

“Well since we lost our cake why not have some more fun with it hmm?” He says he lays you back down on the table, grabs a slice of the cake and breaks pieces of it all over your body and he smears more icing on your breast and thighs. With the cake still in his hands he pulls out flips you over setting you on the table. You’re on all fours, he smears cake on your ass. He bends down licking and biting the cake off your ass. He pushes you down by your lower back bringing your ass to meet his hips, he lines himself up and slides back into you with the same savage pace. He grips your hips and leans over you beside your ear and whispers “you feel so good, baby” your back is arching causing your shoulder and hips to brush against his chest and abs, breasts pressed against the cold counter top each thrust having your nipples rub against the freezing surface. You can hear the repetitive sounds of your skin slapping against one another with each of his thrusts. Your eyes roll to the back of your head being consumed by your pleasure. He raises back up and slaps your ass hard making you yelp out and moan and tighten around him “You like it when I smack your ass, huh?” He asks you can only moan in response he smacks your ass again “Answer me when I’m talking to you” he says “Yes” is all you can moan out in response. He grabs your hips picking up the pace and you grip the sides of the table desperately trying to hold onto something “ You’re so big” You moan when he pulls out. You feel your hot mixed juices spill out of you and drip down your thighs. He smirks at the sight, flipping you back over laying you down on the table. He sucks on your breasts eating the leftover pieces of cake that remains off your chest. After he finished eating and licking up the last bit of cake from your chest. He kisses and licks a trail down your breasts to your inner thighs. He sucks the icing from your inner thighs tasting chocolate on your skin. He bites hard on your inner thigh drawing a bit of blood making you cry out and he licks it up. You know he is leaving marks all over your body but you feel too good to care about it right now.

He picks you up and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He carries you to his bedroom in front of his full body mirror. He sets you down so you can face the mirror and he tells you to grab ahold of his forearms. You do as you’re told, he lifts you back up, spreading your legs in front of the mirror, his cock still erect and your dripping cunt can be seen in the reflection displaying your naked bodies to one another. He slides himself back into you with a painfully slow pace so you both can watch as his cock stretches you out as he slides in and out of you. You moan at the filthy sight. He comes inside of you but his pace doesn’t let up he bullies his cock in deep, fucking his cum into your tight hole.

As you feel your orgasm coming you clench around him begging him “Don’t stop, Charr ah, right there, feels so good” he stops and pulls out. You whine at the loss of your orgasm. “Let me cum, Charr” you plea “ beg for it, tell me how much you love my big cock stretching out your little pussy and filling you up” “Please, let me cum, I want you to fill me up with your massive cock that stretches me so well” you respond in between pleading cries. You feel him twitch inside of you after he hears your response.

He picks up his vicious pace once again drilling into you. You can feel his hot breathe on your ear when he says “cum on my cock” you grip onto his muscular tattooed arms tightly and throw your head back over his shoulder and you feel your walls clenching around him your legs begin to shake in his arms as you’re about to cum.

He watches your reaction through the mirror and pulls out once again denying you of pleasure.

You start sobbing with how frustrated you are you need your release once he sees your crying face in the mirror he feels a bit bad for teasing you so much, he thrusts back into you aiming his cock at all of your sweet spots causing your orgasm to come much quicker this time you moan “too much” “you can take it, you’ve been taking me so well all night” he says.

With that You squirt on him and your liquids splash out onto parts of the mirror he cums from seeing the mess you made your mixed juices drip out of you. Even though you both just came he picks up the pace drilling his cum inside you “you’re making a mess” he smiles “only for you” you reply with half lidded eyes. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum” he says “fill me up, Charr “ you moan. He twitches, cumming inside you biting your shoulder to suppress his moans.

He walks over to his bed and he lays down setting you on top of him. You guide his tip to your entrance and you push the tip in while slowly syncing down. You moan as his tip stretches you out bringing that familiar feeling back. You slowly slide down stopping half way on his cock enjoying the pain as he stretches you out you throw your head back and moan “you’re stretching m- so good” not making any sense. His grip tightens on your hips he slams you down on his cock while thrusting into you. You brace yourself on his shoulders, you're bouncing up and down on him feeling overstimulated. “Make me cum” you moan into his ear. “FucK” he groans as he continues thrusting up as you bounce on him, you soon cum with him, soaking the sheets beneath you.

Still inside you he flips you over where you’re beneath him on your back with your legs wrapped around his waist, you wrap your arms across his shoulders and he bites down on your shoulder. Lifting your waist with his left hand and holding your hand with his right hand he slides back in with ease and goes a slow steady pace as you both make out drowning in pleasure. He starts pounding into you and slowing down and pulling himself all the way out and slamming himself back in picking up his pace and slowing back down. The switch in pace has your body spasming underneath him. You cum first clenching around him he keeps thrusting as he feels his hot white ropes enter your already full hole you both moan and kiss.

He lifts your legs resting the back of your knees onto his shoulders, spreading your thighs apart as far as they can go while lifting your hips some more he starts drilling into you. You moan this angle making him reach deep inside hitting all the right places drives you crazy. He looks down where you’re both connected watching as your small cunt takes his large cock he can’t look away, the way his cock is glazed with your mixed juices, skin slapping against skin, your filled pussy squelching as you continue taking him. It puts him in a trance, he loses it and his brutal thrusts are too much for your sensitive hole, he moans ”you’re still so tight after I’ve stretched you out, it’s like your pussy was made for me” you moan at his comment, he leans down and starts leaving hickeys all over your neck. You’re a moaning mess beneath him, begging him to slow down. He kisses you and tells you “cum with me, beautiful” you constrict around him milking him as his thrust slows down. You’ve lost track of how many times he came inside.

After you both come down from your high Chris pulls out causing you to moan both your cum leaks out of you, soaking the sheets. Still holding your thighs apart, Chris looks at the mess you’ve both made. “I’ll never get tired of watching my cum leak out of you” he leans down and kisses you “I don’t think your gift could top this, the best night of my life” he says.

You laugh at his comment. He tells you that he will draw you both a bath. “May I borrow some clothes?” You ask him “yeah I’ll give you some of my night clothes” he responds. Chris walks to the bathroom and draws a bath for the both of you. After the tub is full at the right temperature he picks you up bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom setting you in the tub. He leaves the bathroom after telling you he is going to wash the sheets. You look around the bathroom as you wait for him to come back. You notice how big the tub is, it’s round almost as big as a small jacuzzi. You’ve been to his place many times before but you never paid enough attention. He comes back into the bathroom, bringing you out of your thoughts. He steps into the tub and motions for you to come over to him. You follow his command and he pulls you onto his lap.

“Wanna cum for me one more time?”

He asks, you nod in response. He kisses you and raises both of your hips out the water and lines himself back up with your entrance. He pushes you down on him and he sits you both back down in the water after you’ve taken all of him. He picks your hips up and slams them down helping you ride him. You’re riding him at a fast pace, moaning about how deep he is. You both begin making out as you continue riding him, water is violently splashing against your bodies and out the tub with his thrusts. You both don’t care only focused on the pleasure he tells you he is about to cum and you tell him you’re close too. He starts thrusting into you faster as you ride him quickly bringing you both to your release. You moan his name gripping onto him tighter as you both cum at the same time.

He comforts you and after you orgasm with lots of kisses and praises. He helps clean you out. You both soak in the tub washing each other and playing with the bubbles.

Chris gives you his shirt to wear for bed. He doesn’t put any clothes on himself, saying he is too tired to find something to wear. You both get into bed and lay on your left sides with Chris behind you. “Since we tried some of your kinks, can we try one of mine?” You ask “he raises up being curious “depending on what it is, we are both pretty tired it may have to wait until tomorrow” he says not wanting to over do it. “No, no it’s nothing hardcore“ you say. Once you explain that it won’t tire you both out he agrees. He lays back down and lifts your right up leg by your thigh, lining his tip with your entrance he slides his cock back into you. Causing you to moan at the familiar sensation. He lays your leg back down and wraps his arms around you, pulling the blanket over you both he kisses your shoulder.

“that was the best birthday I ever had” he exclaims. “now will you stop ignoring my feelings and be my girl?” He pouts when he says it “Yes, I’d love to” you say. His eyes light up as he smiles hearing your response.

You came over to attend your childhood best friend's birthday get together, for the two of you. To end the night cuddling his dick inside you and being your boyfriend. You’d never have expected the night to end this way you think as you drift off to sleep.

This was my first smut fic so if it’s bad I’m sorry. 💀 also sorry for the horrible formatting. With my nsfw head canons I had 4 characters Char, Dom, Wooin, and joker. All of their nsfw head canons are finished except for the smut part. So I didn’t want to post them missing the smut. As I wrote the smut for Char I realized how long it would be because I tried to include all the head canons I gave and I thought it wouldn’t fit the word count that tumblr has for a post so I’d just post the smut separately and link it to the head canons post. But since I don’t want to post the head canons without having all the smut done yet I’m giving this sneak pick for Chris’s smut and NSFW head canons.

Dedicated to @rossesnd @cozyunderworld @inosukehana

[beiibeiii]

I'm a sucker for reverse isekai, yet I know fully well that none of the hot sugar mommies would find me physically attractive.

So here's a bit of a delusional thought. Once they find out that you're so pathetic for them that you write/read smut of them, they start to find it cute. And who knows, maybe they'll be willing to make your fictional ideas a reality?

I was thinking of Kafka/Yelan/Shalom when making this.

They wouldnt even be shocked they already know how down bad ppl are for them 😞😞

kafka would take your phone and read it out loud, then she would start copying the actions and the words said aloud in the fic. shes ramming you down onto her cock into your soaked little hole, its just so big, like stated in the fic, you can't keep up. your panting and moaning like a bitch in heat as one of hands on your hips guide you up and down her hard dick like a personal fleshlight. the other with your phone in hand, reading out your fic of her. you hands clawing at her shoulders like your life depended on it. she whispers pure filth into your ears with that hot, sultry voice.

"look at you, your pussy swallows my cock so easily baby.. keep going.. you can do it.."

your sobbing, nodding quickly as you let out another whine. your gummy walls just welcome her right in, like you were made for her. kafka sees that creamy ring around the base of her cock as she makes you reach your high once more. your cum leaking out onto her lap despite her stuffed into you. she starts her relentless pace again. the sloppy noises of skin slapping together and your desperate moans heard. shes so rough with you but shes only just making your fantasies come true <3

yelan has you tied up with her hydro ropes. they feel slightly cool, a big contrast to how hot you feel right now. your phone was somewhere on the bedside table. she leaves you on the bed with a vibrator, 'punishing' you for writing such filth. she presses the vibrator down onto clit. making you moan out, begging for more. your back arches so beautifully as your wrists tug on the ropes. it feels so good, your just blabbering out incoherent sentences. shes tease you, making the vibrations the highest level before turning it off the second you feel that knot forming. you whine as she rips yet another high away from you. she smirks and laughs softly at your pouty, desperate face.

"don't look at me like that pretty girl, isn't this what you wanted?"

she continues the cycle over and over again, you rub your thighs together and its so frustrating! maybe you shouldn't of written her teasing you so much. you just want to cum :(

shalom smirks aas she peers over you shoulder, seeing the dirty words on your screen. she whispers into your ears, her hot breath on your ear.

"is that what you really want? you needy girl.."

shalom is down on her knees. you legs are dangling off the bed as her hands hold soft thighs wide open. shalom spits onto your wet cunt, smearing it all over your sex. your body shivers as her slim fingers rub all over your folds. you can't remember how many you've already came. it isn't soon before she's eating you out again at such a merciless pace. who knew such a 'frail' girl was so capable of such things? you throw your head back, moaning. her tongue is soo long. shes got your cum all over her face, shes so messy and sloppy with her tongue. your have a fistful of her hair, tugging her close to your wet hole. her nose rubs at your clit. she keeps eye contact with you as her wet muscle laps at your wet cunt, ripping another erotic moan from you. she sucks on your clit, the slurping noises are so loud. (and hot) your thighs tremble as she gets another orgasm from you. you definitely will not stop writing some more after this long night.

[ariseur]

hey again 👀 soooo you said i should send another ask if i had an idea and diva you said that to the wrong person. i have too many lmao

im stressing that u should write this at your own time! no rush :)

but yeah im actually writing a longform seph/reader fic where the reader is from a southern/appalachian coded town near gongaga. my idea id love to have your spin on is a scene where sephiroth (someone raised on protein powder and spinach probably) gets to try some real southern comfort food that the reader makes for him :). im talking biscuits, fried chicken, some kind of creamy noodle dish, just all the unhealthy savory goodness

he deserves it 🥺

ty for the last request again btw✨💕

“ spread kisses like honey. ”

sephiroth (ffvii) x reader

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omg this has been sitting in my drafts sooo long!! this was really cute and i loved writing it, it reminded me of lucy gray and coriolanus snow from hg hence why i put the title as a lyric from her ballad 💕 always look forward to your requests!! thank you againnn!!

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

you and seph being sickly sweet towards each other, sephiroth being utterly in love with you in his inner monologue, kind of not canon because there are moments where i mention how sephiroth talks to genesis and angeal despite knowing zack and interacting with zack ( which like clashes with the entire point of cc .. but shhh i wanted domesticity ), intended lowercase, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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“you’ve never had this?” you gasped dramatically, your shocked face only to be met with sephiroth’s stoic one. he hesitantly nodded— was that.. a bad thing? did he somehow offend you in some way? the steam that had emitted from the plates below you set on the

“don’t you like pasta?” you asked, still utterly baffled.

he nodded slowly, “is something wrong?” he didn’t understand the confusion. there were a lot of foods he hasn’t tried, isn’t that normal for everyone? you blinked owlishly, lifting up the fork with the pasta noodles stabbed against the metal, the creamy sauce departing from the food in small, slow drips.

“what have you been eating if you’ve never had something as delicious as this?” you muttered, your lips reverting back into a tight ‘o’ as you blew on the fork— before finally slipping it into your mouth. “i’m shocked.” words muffled as you still chewed on your food, at least covering your mouth while you spoke.

sephiroth chuckled amusedly, “we’ve grown up in deeply contrasting places.” he crossed his arms against his chest, watching as you slurped up the pasta with stars in your eyes— occasionally opening your mouth to let the heat escape, soft steam pouring out from the small gap you’ve left while chewing. “still,” said you, “‘s so good.” he could barely make out your voice from how full your mouth was but he still shook his head as he leaned further back in his chair.

closing his eyes, he tilted his head down while he let the strands of snowy hair fell and covered bits of his face, blocking the bright sun even to the darkness beneath his eyelids. sephiroth didn’t pay much mind to the fact that your loud chewing of garlic bread and slurping of buttered food had come to a halt until he felt a strong aroma slip in from under his nostrils, it was only then did he open his eyes to see you holding the fork to his lips.

you held an expectant gaze and he quirked a brow before ultimately leaning forward while he let his eyes rake over the food. it looked a little messy, the sauce dripping over the place as you had ripped a piece of garlic bread off along with it and placed a chunk on the metal twinges of the utensil. he looked up again at you, waiting as you nodded your head and tried to keep your excitement contained. he blew on the fork a little bit before opening his mouth and letting it settle upon the steel. what could one bite do, he asked himself.

but once he had finally tried it, he could’ve dropped dead right then and there. the combination of the salty and savory flavors was perfect, and the way the bread had soaked some of it up too was incredible. sephiroth closed his eyes, letting his jaw work as he let his taste buds be blessed with what was known as your cooking. he had always seen you working your way through the kitchen, using various pots and pans and oils while you zipped around — and when sephiroth had offered help, you simply put a hand up and looked up at him for a split second, trying to simultaneously get the perfect roast as you smiled at him sweetly. that was enough for him.

despite watching you cook a lot ( and the only times he did get to help, he ended up being ordered by you to stand in the corner or measure occasional ingredients ), he had never actually savored something as good as this. being a first class prevented him from doing any good when it came to dinner time, either the timing being too late and you had already gone to bed or you were too tired and he decided not to bother you and he ate something small.

but this, he thought, this was perfection. when it came to you, sephiroth never let his appreciation go silent as he would always thank you or give you sayings of endearment and encouragement. he didn’t have words for this dish, he had never tried anything like it. so in awe, he merely said, “you’ve truly outdone yourself,” as he handed you back the fork. you didn’t mind the simple compliment. it never sounded generic to you when sephiroth would express his gratitude, even when they were mumbled in passing with dragged feet when he had come home from an exasperatingly tiring job, he always made sure to tell you how much he was grateful for you and what you do when he’s away.

he couldn’t wait until he was back at hq to boast to genesis and angeal about how delectable your cooking was. maybe zack, too — although sepiroth had a feeling that the energetic SOLDIER might just end up begging you for food even more. not that you minded, though. you were always so kind, sephiroth didn’t know how you were always able to do it.

“thanks.” you chimed, your voice ever so warm that it made his heart flutter. sephiroth wasn’t exactly what you’d call — expressive. he always held a smooth, cool tone of voice and occasionally threw a sassy remark towards you or genesis, or even that kid zack fair he introduced you to. but you understood his inflection of which he spoke in, you could tell his emotion even when he had entered a room ( and vice versa ). you were one of the most cherished things in sephiroth’s life and it could not go unnoticed.

with his tongue peeking out from between his bottom lip to gather some of the residual flavor that was left behind, his eyes roamed across the table further to more so further treasure your sacrifices ( of both time and food ).

“what’s that over there?” he lifted a finger, almost perfectly manicured despite using his hands excessively in battle, to point over at a small white dish filled with elbow macaroni and a homemade cheese sauce. you turned your head and grinned, reaching over the wooden dining table to grab it and lower the bowl on its side to reveal the contents. “mac ‘n’ cheese,” you replied, “want some?” your eyes seemed to glimmer with more amusement. sephiroth had now developed a new interest in your food and he couldn’t wait to indulge in it.

with the smile and those eyes of yours, how could he say no to one more bite?

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The Man 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen

Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

A few days pass as the humiliation of your big lesson clings in the air. You think about it too much. Enough that you find yourself cringing to yourself on your bike ride home or even when lying in bed. You’ve never been the most socially adept so the encounter leaves you reeling.

As you help Bre with opening, you feel your heartbeat pick up once more. You need to chase the elephant from the room. You puff out and wet your lips as you glance over at her. She measures out grinds into the silver machine as her eyes pinpoint on the task.

“Um, so, Bre,” you approach her warily with a fresh sleeve of cups, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Mm,” she grumbles groggily. She’s on her second coffee already and she only just got there twenty minutes ago.

“So, um, that guy, from the other day,” you rub your boiling neck, “with the mustache. You said he’s the boss. So he owns this place?”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes as she shuts the lid of the machine and turns the silver dial on the front. She shakes her head as the machine starts to brew and she plants her hand on the counter in front of it. She faces you, her other hand going to her hip.

“Mr. Hansen? Lloyd. Hansen.” She enunciates as if you should know the name.

Your lips downturn and you shrug, “is that his name?”

“Are you new in town?” She asks hotly.

You nod, “yeah, actually. I used to live about forty minutes out of town but there was nothing there--”

“It shows,” she retorts, “he owns this shop, he owns the street outside, he owns me, he owns you. He owns this city. Got it?”

You hum and nod as you look thoughtfully to the ceiling, “not really. But he’s important, got it.”

“Just if he comes back in, come get me and say as little as you can. And please, for the love of god, do not ask him for money,” she snips.

“Oh, alright,” you deflate, “I didn’t know--”

“Now you do. Just trust me when I tell you, you don’t want to fuck around with him. If he tells you to pour boiling water on yourself, you’re better off just doing it,” she sneers.

You wince, “okay, sorry, Bre, I was just asking.”

“You ask too many questions,” she turns and goes into the backroom. She returns, dangling a keyring from her finger, “open up. It’s time.”

You take the key and go to unlock the door and flip on the sign. You retreat back behind the counter, swallowed up by the tension between you. You regret asking. You thought it might help clear the air but now you can barely breathe.

When the first customer enters, you volunteer to help them. Bre just mutters and slurps from her coffee. She might have less of a headache if she takes it easy on the caffeine. You don’t say as much to her, nothing really at all as you work through order after order.

She hops onto prep as you man the till while the queue grows. The morning rush is in full effect as you slide baked goods into little paper sleeves and hand them over before sending customers down to the window to wait for their drinks. The hectic flow helps you forget about the awkward start.

When at last the crowd trickles down and the cafe hums with voices sitting at the tables, you have a moment to catch your breath and center yourself. You like this job, it’s just like your last one, but the company isn’t as pleasant. Bre taps her thumb on her phone screen and ignores you.

The ebbs come with hide tides and soon lunch has you scrambling once more. The smell of toasted bread and cinnamon has your stomach grumbling. You’re too busy to let the emptiness bother you for long. When high noon influx subsides, Bre yawns.

“Lunch,” she announces, “I’m going to head down to Tabitha’s. They’re having a clearance sale.”

“Oh, alright,” you agree, not mentioning that she said earlier you could go first, “I’ll be here.”

She doesn’t respond as she disappears into the back to get her things. You hear her leave through the side door that leads through to the alley. You sigh out and watch the sit-in customers on their laptops or chatting with friends.

You resist the temptation of the tarts staring at you from the display. You can hold out until it’s your turn. The door jingles and a new customer enters. You’re too fixated on the painting of a latte to glance over. Not until you sense the sudden shift in the air. Several people quiet and pack up to go.

Footfalls scuff across the floor and customers leave their unfinished drinks on the table as they hurry for the door. You peer around then at the approaching shadow. It’s him. Oh no. Bre isn’t here.

“Um, hello, Mr. Hensen,” you smile shakily, “how are you?”

He stares at you as he comes to stand across the till from you. His blue eyes darken as he lets a long exhale out through his nose. You gulp and your cheeks tremble. He tilts his head and arches a brow.

“Hansen,” he corrects.

“Right, Floyd Hansen, I remember--”

“Lloyd,” he hits his fist on the counter and you gasp. “Lloyd fucking Hansen.” He leans forward and bares his teeth, “get that through that thick fucking skull.” He reaches for you, grabbing the front of your shirt, “you won’t forget who I am.”

“I’m s-sorry, I’m bad with names--”

“Shut up,” he twists the fabric until it strains against the back of your neck, “if you weren’t so goddamn pathetic, I’d drag you across this counter.”

Your eyes round and you bat your lashes. He’s only an inch away from you. You shiver as he opens his hand and presses the vee of his index and thumb to your throat. You’re frozen, terrified. Who is this man?

“Get me my fucking coffee,” he squeezes then shoves you so you choke.

You stumble back and bring your hand to your neck. You nod, eyes glittering with unspent tears, and look around. You can’t remember what he ordered. You’ll just have to make something up. Or maybe you could just sneak out like Bre...

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THAT SAKURA FIC…. was so good omfg.. do you by chance have any sub ish/switch yunjin thoughts bouncing around because i will die on the switch!yunjin hill as a soft!dom/switch reader….

tysm for liking the kkura fic!!! and YES OMG, love to headcanon basically every idol as a switch bc I am one LMAO

content - me rambling ab how obsessed I am w yunjin, ig smut? I mean I'm just sharing my thoughts lol

wc - 685

yunjin is such an auditory person.

I feel like regardless of taking on a dom/sub role, she lovesssss sound. so like I just imagine if she's topping, she'll moan with you as she slides her slick pussy against yours.

she's all, "fuck y/n, your pussy feels so good. can you feel it too? can you feel how fucking wet I am for you? you're driving me insane." GRRR SHE'S SO HOT !!

like even if she's in a dom situation, she'll BEG YOU to let her fuck you. and when you do, she'll be all whiney and desperate in your ear, saying how badly she missed how warm and dripping your hole is around her fingers. giving service top energy I suppose.

"god how I missed this pussy. you just take my fingers so well and feel fucking incredible around me. more baby? do you need more? don't hold back on me now."

IMAGINE IMAGINE she wakes you up at night, deep voice all low and croaky, and she rasps out so sexily in your ear, "babe, please please let me eat you out. you don't even have to stay awake, I just need to taste you." LIKE??!??!

and all of that ^^ already rides the fine line of her being a switch on her (kinda) dom side. just imagine her subby.

bc on the flip side, instead of fucking your pussy with her own, her holding you by your thighs and grinding, you're instead guiding her hips while she's on top of you.

"that's it baby, you can do it. grind against me just like that," you say, kissing her neck as she's clutching onto your shoulders and eyes squinted shut.

"ah y/n! please please, fuck it feels so good, fuck me harder please baby..." yunjin moans out.

you flip her onto her back where ur now on top of her, your guys' legs intertwined, and you hug her leg that's up in the air, fucking your cunt hard against her clit.

she pathetically moans your name and throws her head back, her hands clawing at the sheets and it worries you that she might actually rip them. and she's sooo vocal.

it gets you off to hear how good you fuck her and it only increases the sheer amount of arousal coursing through your body. she loves it just as much. in both dom and sub situations, yunjin gets hornier at your moans, her own moans, the wet squelching of fingers fucking each other's holes, the slurping lewd loudness of giving head, the slippery mess of grinding pussies with one another. she's so obsessed with it (she is a producer and composer after all yk yk).

also in my mind, although I don't think she's sensitive, as opposed to someone like chaewon or winter who in my mind, you trail your fingertips against their abdomen and they shiver. yunjin's not like that, but I do see her feeling ignited when you're direct.

say you come up behind her while she's playing guitar sitting down, wrapping ur arms around her waist and kissing her neck while you moan with every mark. oh, the way she'd throw her head back and give you more space, her breathing immediately getting heavier.

or even imagine sitting on her lap while ur at the lsfm dorm for a movie night (how many fucking "movie night at their dorm" fanfics have you read? add +1 to ur list!), or vice versa, and leaning in to her ear and let out an orgasmic moan. just for fun! just for shits and giggles!

the way her body would tense up and thighs would clench. she'd look at you in the eyes and you would chuckle at how much lust immediately filled her's.

anyway to conclude, both of you being switches would curate a dynamic where you could both play either role you wanted when either of you wanted it. if one day u wanted to bottom, she'd top you. if one day she wanted to bottom, you'd top her. yunjin just loves fucking you and loves being fucked by you.

a/n - I feel like my headcanon that she loves sound during sex was purely self indulgent and not a part of what anon was asking but HEY! this is my blog shhhh, let me have my fun! anon, idek if this is what you wanted, I feel like this isn't even that LMAO, she's barely even a sub in this DDD:

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Closer to You

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 4.8k

Includes- Slight angst, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, face riding, tongue riding, squirting, cock riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Yes fuck", I moan, grinding my pussy on Seonghwa's face, his mouth sucking on my clit hard and fast

I look down at him, his eyes closed, him looking like he's in heaven

I never thought I'd find myself in this position

But my best friend is hard up, asking me to ride his face and I threw caution to the wind

He sat against my couch on the floor, took off my pants and panties, tilted his head back on the cushion and I sat on his face, his tongue immediately moving

His hands on my thighs, fingers digging in my skin as he uses that fucking mouth to suck on my clit like I've never been sucked on before

I had no clue how skillful Seonghwa is at oral but he's hands down the best I've experienced

"Mmm", he whimpers, slurping all over my clit, "Fuck yes. Cream my face jagi. Drown me"

I am indeed drenching his face as I've never been this wet before

Never been this horny before

I move my hand in his hair, keeping his head right where I want him

His mouth moves even faster, driving me so close

"Yes fuck baby", I cry, right there, "Just like that Hwa, fuck suck my clit just like that"

His next suck throws me over the edge, my orgasm hitting me so hard, intense pleasure ripping right through me

"Seonghwa! Yes!", I cry, his mouth not stopping, sucking me through the bliss, "Oh god, fuck"

As soon as my orgasm is over, I don't get a break, Seonghwa now using his tongue to play with my clit, three of his fingers sliding into my cunt from behind

"Ffff...fff", I trail off as his fingers start pumping into me, driving right into my spot, "Yes, yes, yes"

He uses the tip of his tongue to rapidly lick my clit as he moves his fingers

He moans against my clit, "Fuck, love your swollen throbbing clit jagi. Making me so fucking hard. Don't want this throbbing clit out of my mouth"

"Ddd ..don't worry", I murmur, "You can have it baby. Don't stop"

"Good jagi" he hums, tongue rolling over my clit again and again

"Fuck Hwa, you're fucking mouth, your tongue is so fucking amazing", I praise him as I clench down on his fingers, "Fuck so good at oral"

"I have an oral fixation and love eating pussy.", he answers, "Its my favorite"

Yeah well it pays off

And I'm slightly jealous that other girls have felt this before I have

"You're pussy is my favorite though", he says, his fingers slipping in and out of me so pleasurably, "Pretty swollen clit, tight wet hole, yummy sweet cum. I think I need to eat you out more often"

After this experience, that will not be a problem

His mouth moves around my clit again, this time softly suckling, the gentle pulls making shivers run up my spine

"You can Hwa", I promise

"Yeah?", he asks, between sucks

"Yes. As long as my pussy is the only one you eat"

I definitely don't want to catch anything if he goes down on as many girls as it seems

"Mmm hmm", he moans, the vibrations of his voice adding to the pleasure, "Yeah jagi. You're pussy can be my only one. As long as you're ok with me eating your cunt everyday"

I'm more than fine with that

"Yes Hwa"

He groans into my clit, switching between gentle sucks and licks, a contrast to how hard his fingers are fucking me

It's fucking mind blowing

"Ggg..gonna squirt", I warn him, with the way he's working my spot and my clit simultaneously

"Your...your pussy squirts?", he asks in surprise

"Yyy..yes. If you...do everything right"

"And I'm doing everything right?"

"Yes", I gasp

He's doing more than everything right

He's giving me so much bliss that I've never felt before

Pleasure that other guys try to give me and fail, he's doing so easily

"Fuck, squirt in my mouth", he whines, his lips attaching back to my clit

All he does is suck once and I'm gone

"Fuck Seonghwa!", I cry, my orgasm crashing over me, unbelievable pleasure in every part of my body

His fingers pull out as he moves me over his mouth, my pussy squirting right into it

His fingers move to my clit rubbing, keeping me in pleasure as he moans and I can hear him swallowing over and over

"Mmm", he groans, his tongue licking my hole as I continue to squirt

Fuck, he's so hot

His tongue continues to fuck into me when my orgasm finishes, wiggling in as far as it can go, my cunt clenching on as much of his tongue as I can

"Cream my tongue jagi", he begs, "Ride my tongue and cum all over it. Use my tongue to get off"

With that, he slips his tongue inside, holding it in my pussy

Jesus Christ, he's kinky

And it's such a turn on

I start moving, bouncing on his tongue as much as I can

He moans so erotically, his fingers gripping my thighs so fucking hard, I know he's leaving bruises

I moan like a slut, dropping my hips down faster and faster, my pussy leaking like a fucking waterfall, all over my thighs and definitely all over his face

It completely surprises me how much he loves this

Like I've had guys give me oral because they felt they have to

But Seonghwa...it seems like he lives for it, getting pleasure out of it

He switches things around, holding me in place with one arm around me and now thrusting his tongue into me, still as pleasure filled as ever

"After you cream my tongue, sit on my cock please", he begs, his tongue fucking into my hole as he speaks, "Use me. Wanna be your fuck toy"

What the fuck?

"You want..."

"Want you to fuck me", he confirms, "Please baby. I need to know how you feel around my cock. I promise my cock is just as good as my tongue"

I look down behind me, shocked to see his cock out, standing painfully erect, cum crying from the tip, his hand around his base

But he's not jerking himself off

Just holding his cock

When did he take his pants and boxers off

Christ, I'm in so much bliss I didn't even notice it

"Please"

"Mmm Hwa, yes", I agree, the sight of his long thick cock burned in my head

I want to sit on it right fucking now

"Yes, fuck" he murmurs, his tongue moving even faster into my hole

"Fuck Hwa", I whimper, feeling my orgasm rush towards me

I hold on to the couch cushions as I cum, his tongue thrusting inside and staying, letting me ride out the massive pleasure

He swallows as I cum in his mouth, his tongue never leaving me as I clench around it blissfully

Only when I finish does he pull it out, then presses a soft kiss to my pussy lips

I move my legs immediately, getting in his lap, sinking right onto his cock that's he's holding up for me

"Of fuck", I cry as I slip down his length inch by inch, his thickness stretching me wide around him

"Jagi, fuck", he pants, his eyes on my pussy taking him, "So pretty"

Grabbing and holding onto his black tank top, I move my hips as I take him, wiggling down his fat cock, my pussy greedily sucking him in

Each inch feels phenomenal, my pussy getting even more drenched

I can't believe it feels this good just getting him in

I finally bottom him out, adjusting my legs so it's like I'm squatting on him which will make it easier to ride him, his cock throbbing inside me

I move my gaze to his, immediately blushing as I take him in

His face is glistening in my juice and cum, as is his neck and chest

His hair is a mess, his eyes fucked out, his mouth slightly open, his tongue lolling out from the side of his mouth

God, he looks so fucking ethereal even though he's a mess

His eyes move to mine, softly smiling, his hands moving from my waist up my body, pushing my shirt up

I let him take it off, my bra following, then I slide his tank top up and off

And I'm hit with Seonghwa I see on stage, his muscular arms and chest and abs on display for me

I don't even realize I'm running my fingers on his chest until he moans softly

My gaze moves back to him, as he bites his lip, his hands cupping my boobs

He squeezes so gently, his thumbs running across my already hard nipples

"Fuck", I whimper in pleasure, my cunt clenching around him hard

He groans, his eyes closing as his head tilts back

"Please", he whimpers

Holding onto his upper arms, I slide up his cock, shivering as I feel him drag through me, every ridge of his cock felt so acutely

"Oh my fucking god", he moans, his hand tightening around my boobs, "Tight. So Tight"

I drop back down, bottoming him out, his cock head hitting my spot, sending stars blasting in my vision

I move again and again, craving to feel him move in my cunt

God, he fits inside me perfectly with no room to spare, touching all the right places, filling me so fucking well

I never had a cock this good before

Like he was made for me

"Is this what you want?", I breathe, bouncing on his cock, pleasure running up my spine, "Want me creaming your cock like I creamed your mouth?"

"Yes", he whines, the pleasure on his face so beautiful

"Well you're lucky I like your fat cock", I tell him, "Nice and hard, so easy to ride. Might have to use your cock more often"

"Yes", he pants, lifting his head, his dazed gaze on me, "Use me everyday"

I smirk, as sweat fills my hair, running down my body, fucking him harder with every bounce

"That what you want?"

"Yes", he confirms, his eyes moving down to my pussy taking him, "Want your tiny tight pussy wrapped around me everyday. Creaming my cock just like this. Coming on me over and over"

"You don't want another pussy?", I ask, running my fingers in his long black hair, trying to gauge how serious he is

Because if he is, I'd definitely fuck him everyday

His eyes snap to mine, shaking his head

"No. I want your pussy", he says clearly, "You. I want you"

I feel my face heat up as I shyly say, "Ok"

He nods, his hands gripping my hips, his gaze on me

Not his cock being pumped into me, not my boobs, not closed

His eyes are looking directly into mine and I can't move mine away

I move my arms around his neck, clenching on his dick every time he slides in, grinding down on his head once it's against my spot

"Really like the way you move on me", he says, his fingers softly trailing up my back, "So pretty. So mesmerizing. You're so beautiful"

He has got to be kidding

I'm sweaty and breathing hard, I have to look like a mess

While he...yeah he looks like a mess too but he's stunning no matter what

"You are jagi", he says, making me blush hard

"Thanks Hwa. You're gorgeous too", I tell him, "So hot"

Her smirks, sending my heart into overdrive, "Not as much as you jagi. Never had someone so beautiful fuck me before"

I break eye contact, looking down

Ok, I know he's lying about that

He's slept with other idols and they are one thousand percent more beautiful than me

His hand moves to my chin, lifting my head, my eyes back on his

"I'm not lying Jo. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen jagi. I swear"

I'm so surprised and I don't know what to do with that

My best friend is telling me this

It's something you tell a girlfriend, not me

He just smiles and I give him a small one back, riding him harder, trying to mask how thrown I'm feeling

And trying to hide how I feel about him

How I always felt about him

But that doesn't matter

That's not what's happening here

What's happening is I'm just fucking him because he's horny and I was here and available

He doesn't want me like I want him

And it's fine

I'm ok with this being one time

I figure all the things he says are in the moment things and nothing more

It's fine, I can pretend for a little while

I move my legs faster, rocking on his perfect cock, feeling him fill me over and over

I clench him hard, making him moan in pleasure

"Fuck, need you to cum on me", he whines, his gaze at last moving to my pussy fucking him, "God, fuck, so much cream jagi. Making my cock so pretty in your mess"

"Mm hmm", I murmur, "Gonna make a bigger mess all over your cock"

"Go ahead baby. You want it. I feel your cunt pulsing so hard. Like you did on my tongue", he urges, "You wanna cum around my cock so badly"

I nod

I do

So fucking much

"You wanna cream my fat cock, rub your little spot on my cock head, clenching my cock over and over. Don't you?"

"Yes!", I yell, the pleasure taking over

"Then cum on my dick", he growls and his voice sets me off

I slam down, ecstacy tidal waving over me as I cum the hardest I have today

"Oh my fucking god!", he yells, "Fuck so good. So fucking good"

I can't think, I can only feel as I clench on his stiff as a rock throbbing cock, my hand pulling his hair so hard his head is tilted back

His nails dig into my back as he holds me up, both of us screaming in pleasure

It's so much, my brain getting foggy as I come down from my orgasm

I clench his cock, feeling that he's still hard and I wonder if he came or not

It sounded like he did

I open my eyes I didn't know I closed, letting go of his hair

He looks at me and I'm shocked to see tears in his eyes as he pants for breath

"Did you cum?", I ask

He shakes his head, "Nnn..no. I forced it back. It...it felt so fucking good. I...I want more"

I'm shocked at his words

He held back?

"Please?", he asks

I nod, "Need you to fuck me this time Hwa. Need you more"

He nods, pulling me against him, holding me as he stands up

He puts me on the couch on my back, spreading my legs wide open

"Fuck, so much cream", he murmurs, his head ducking down

I feel his tongue on me as he licks my pussy, moaning against me

He cleans my pussy, then sits up on his knees, his eyes running along my body

"Baby's so sweaty", he says

Yeah I am but so is he

It's glistening on his body, his muscles shiny with it, his hair completely drenched

He leans down, his tongue on my lower stomach and he drags it up my body slowly, licking me

Over my belly button, between my boobs, along my chest and up my neck

"So fucking good baby", he murmurs in my ear, his tongue licking my neck again, "God, everything on you tastes so fucking good"

I'm completely blown away

I actually have no thoughts in my head which is surprising as I always have a comeback for something

But now?

I got nothing

He moves my legs around his waist as he sits up, his cock head pushing into my cunt again

My pussy happily takes him, once again tugging him inside as he slips in

"God, this pussy loves my cock", he murmurs, starting to thrust lighting, pleasure humming in my body, "Sucking me in, eating my cock perfectly"

With each stroke, he moves harder, his head smashing my spot, sending stars in my vision again

His hands grip my waist hard as he fucks me slow but so fucking deeply, making sure his entire length in engulfed in my pussy

I feel him in my stomach, the pleasure fucking insane and I don't want him to stop

I watch him fuck me, his hands holding onto me so tight, the veins in his arms are popping

His chest muscles move under his perfect skin, his abs so tight as he pounds into me, concentration on his face, sweat running down from his hair, his tongue poking out of his mouth, his eyes watching my hole take him

And in this second, I'm so jealous of the girl who he's gonna choose to be with

Not only does she get a sweet, loving, supportive man but she gets the wild sex side of him too

I hate her, whoever she is

His gaze lifts, meeting mine, a smirk on his face, making my heart pound

"Love watching this pussy take my cock. Like you can't get enough"

"I can't", I tell him honestly

"You don't have to worry jagi. I'm yours remember? You can have me everyday"

It hurts because it's not true but I just smile and nod

He impales me on his dick over and over, the stimulation to my spot driving me closer and closer to coming

"Www..where should I cum?", he asks, his breathing getting labored, as he plunges his cock in so deep

"Finish inside me", I tell him, wanting to feel his cum fill me

"Fuck yes", he murmurs, "Thank you"

I don't say anything, figuring it was just something he said in relief

I squeeze his cock so hard, my cunt fluttering around him uncontrollably, so close

"Cum for me jagi", he murmurs, "Cum for my cock"

He thrusts again and I snap, falling over the edge, my mind blanking as ecstasy pounds into me and I squirt all over his cock

"Seonghwa!", I scream at the top of my lungs, feeling like I'm fucking floating as pleasure wracks my shaking body, "Seonghwa! Seonghwa!"

It's so much, so intense that tears are falling down my face from how fucking good it feels

"Oh fuck", he cries, moving on top of me as he sheathes his entire cock inside me

His hand behind my head, pulling up to him, his lips crashing into mine in a searing mind altering kiss

I feel his cock throb then his warm cum fills me just as his tongue slips inside my mouth, playing with mine

I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him back just as passionately, my entire world changing in that one kiss

I feel like I'm on top of the world, my head dizzy, like I'm where I belong

With Seonghwa

He whimpers my name, his mouth right back against mine, kissing me stupid as we come together and ride out the pleasure

As the bliss fades, he doesn't stop kissing me

He pulls out, moving next to me, both of us instinctively turning toward each other

His arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against his skin, my arms moving around his neck, our legs tangling together

He keeps kissing me and I completely melt into him, gladly taking his kisses for as long as he wants to give them to me

I'll never have his kisses again so I happily fall into him

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"Ugh", I moan, my eyes opening, my body so sore

I need to get up and stretch or something

I try to sit up but there's something on top of me, holding me down

I hear a light snoring as I look down, shock taking over as I see Seonghwa asleep, half on top of me

Everything that happened earlier rushes back and I realize that after we kissed for who knows how long, we fell asleep

He's cuddled against my chest, his head on my boob, his arm tightly wrapped around me, my arm around him too

His body is on top of my right side, which is why I can't get up

But it's Seonghwa and I don't care

I turn my body back to him, admiring how completely gorgeous he is

He's literally perfect

I moved my fingers in his hair, slowly running them in the soft silky strands

My god, I'm so in love with this man

I would give anything for him to see me the way I see him

To have his love

To have him kiss me like he did before...to be able to get them all the time....I can't even imagine that

But it'll never happen

He'll find someone he loves and I'll continue to be his best friend

As long as he's happy, I'm ok

I keep playing with his hair for awhile, not sleepy but not willing to wake him up just yet

I just don't want him to leave and that's what'll happen when he wakes up

Unfortunately for me, I don't have any luck and he starts moving within the next minute

My hand freezes in his hair as I panic and wonder if I should pretend to be asleep

His eyes open before I can decide, lifting and focusing on me

Shit

But he smiles so widely and I'm in utter shock

"Baby", he says softly, confusing me even more

I mean yeah he called me baby before but it was during sex

I don't even know if he realized what he said

I start pulling my hand out of his hair but he grabs my hand, turning it towards him and softly kissing my palm, his lips sending sparks flying up my arm

He moves, lifting his head and I expect he's gonna get up and this is over

I'm startled when his hand cups my cheek, his lips pressing against mine in the sweetest kiss I think I've ever had in my life

I fall into him, moving my arms around his neck, holding him tightly

I'm just in total heaven

His lips against mine, his tongue against mine, his body against mine

I never want this to end

Of course it has to but at least it lasts a few minutes

He pulls away, looking at me with a look in his eyes I can't place

But he's smiling softly

His fingers caress my face gently, my skin on fire from his touch

"I love you", he says

Complete shock enters my body

And fear that he's joking

"Are...are you kidding?", I ask

His eyebrow raises, "No"

There's no way....he has to mean it in another way

"You mean like a friend?"

He sits up and I do as well

"No Jo. Not like a friend", he says, anxiety now on his face, "I....I'm in love with you"

It's like my brain and heart won't believe it

It's just something I wanted for so long but good things like this don't happen to me

It's too good to be true

"Are you sure?"

He looks away, tension in his body, "Yeah Jo. I know how I feel. What do you think everything we did was?"

Is he kidding?

"Uh just sex?", I say, "I mean you have sex with lots of girls...I thought I was just...convenient because you were horny and I was here"

He looks at me with a look of shock on his face

"I...I didn't do this with you just because I was horny", he says quietly, "If I just wanted sex I could of called any of the fuck buddies in my phone"

I mean yes, but again I was right here so why would he call anyone when I'm more than willing to give it to him?

"I mean yes I was horny but I was horny for you. Just you. I wanted you. I've wanted you for so long"

So long?

Am I that oblivious?

"You never notice Jo but I swear when you're in the room, I can't stop looking at you. I can't stop wanting to be around you. I think about you all the time it drives me crazy"

My mouth drops in complete shock

I had no idea

"You don't notice me. Not like that and I just wish you would", he continues, "I want your arms around my neck everyday, your lips on mine everyday. I want your body against mine, your pussy around my dick, your cream all over me. I want to see you everyday. Spend time with you everyday. Hold your hand every day. Cuddle you everyday. I want you in my arms every night"

I take in all his words, slowly processing them

And getting more and more surprised and excited with each word that sinks in

"I want to love you everyday", he whispers, his eyes moving to mine, a look so vulnerable in his eyes, "And I want you to love me everyday"

I'm speechless but I don't need to talk

Moving my hand behind his head, I pull him to me, my lips crashing against his

His arms move around me immediately, pulling me against him, kissing me back just as passionately

As I kiss him, I just realized that I can have this all the time now

I can get his amazing, breathtaking kisses every day

I'm so fucking lucky

When we break away, he looks at me with hope in his eyes

"I love you Seonghwa", I finally confess, "And not like a friend. I'm in love with you too"

A gorgeous smile breaks on his face, taking my breath away

"Yeah?"

I nod, "Yeah. I want everything you want. I want to be in your arms every night. Cuddling with you Hwa. You have no clue how many times I imagined it"

"I know jagi", he says, "If it's as many times as I imagined it, I know"

Now I know that

"You were wrong about one thing Hwa. I always noticed you. Always. You are always on my mind too, you are the only one I've ever wanted", I tell him, looking lovingly at him, "I love you more than anything Hwa and I promise I'm going to love you every day"

He nods, "I promise I'll love you everyday Jo. It's all I've wanted to do for a long time"

"You're mine Hwa", I smile, "Finally"

He laughs, "I always was baby"

"Now I know", I giggle

"Yeah. And you're finally mine"

"I always was", I repeat to him

"Now I know", he answers, then kisses me again

And I'm on cloud nine

"Do you want to go out to eat?", he asks, after the kiss ends, "On a date?"

"I want to Hwannie", I tell him, "But I don't want you to get in trouble with ATINYs and your managers if we're seen in public"

He's now my boyfriend but he's still an idol

He still has rules to follow

"I don't care baby", he says, holding my hand, "I finally have you, I'm not hiding you"

"I don't want you to get in trouble Hwannie"

I don't want to be the cause of a problem or ATINYs being mad at him and pulling their support for ATEEZ

That's not fair to him

He and the guys have worked so hard to get there they are

"Baby", he says, his eyes on mine, "Let me worry about it ok? I promise it's ok"

"Are you sure?", I ask hesitantly

"One hundred percent"

"Alright", I give in

"Good baby", he smiles, "Let's get dressed ok"

"But....I'm just wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt"

"So am I jagi. We can have a casual date tonight. Tomorrow we can be fancy"

"Tomorrow?", I ask, excitedly as we get up to get dressed

"Of course baby. I was telling the truth about wanting to see you everyday"

I smile widely as I pull my shirt over my body, so fucking happy

He comes over to me after we're dressed, "So I was thinking, we go get food now, then go to your apartment where I can fuck you hard again, then make love to you"

I blush, that sounding so fucking perfect

"Then I can hold you all night and spend all day with you tomorrow. And at night we can get fancy and go out"

Oh god, yes please

"Is that something you wanna do?", he asks shyly for some reason

"Absolutely baby", I answer, "It sounds perfect"

"Great jagi", he smiles, "I love you"

"I love you Hwa"

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips

Then he takes my hand and me and my boyfriend leave the dorm to start our amazing long date

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

No One

No one's making it out of this one alive. But that can't be right.

That can't be right.

A Malevolent one-shot.

Warning: this fic has spoilers for part 52. If you haven't listened, don't read.

AO3

The show is almost done.

I will torture every version of your daughter in front of you until the last light of the dying sun.

Said it. Done it. No one was surprised, honestly, in the beginning, but not anymore. 

Watch for the queue, and draw the bow across the strings. Yes. Like that. No one can comprehend this opus, a season’s change in sound; following the conductor—up, down, a pattern from left to right—is easy. Playing this, the antimelody. Not the primary. No one remembers what that was called…

The descant is sweet, not like some parts written of rhythms and anxiously sawed strings. It is gentle; it is bitter, the last flowing runoff from winter, no ice-melt torrent, but a trickle of endings. A thin line of water, sullied and unsafe to drink.

I will perform such atrocities on Daniel, Charlie, every single person you know! Over and over again! And that is not even to say what I will physically do to you! I can kill you in so many ways! You have no idea!

No one has a pretty good idea.

It is still easy to fall into the music, to drown in this bare rivulet of sound; music, poetry, dance had mattered before anything else in innocent youth, and now are the only things that feel—but caution is required. Distraction could mean dissonance, and no one wants to avoid that. Keep in time. Just a little bit longer. The show is almost over.

No one can't help hearing the voices.

The regrets.

The secrets.

The silent rage—

No one’s getting out of this one alive. (What? No, that isn’t right.)

No one can't help hearing the screams.

The threats.

The cracks of bone, the slurp of wounds, the thud of bodies and body-parts.

The weeping of a god. (Nope, don’t think about that.)

Just stay in time. Maintain vibrato. Don’t cramp the hand—

“Please! Please!”

To the weeping of a god—

No one loses rhythm, scrapes a sour note, freezes in numb horror for there is no one left to perform atrocities upon.

But no one was lucky: they all freeze, the opus done, and no one’s shoes are wet with some one’s blood.

Some one is dead. J—(don’t think that name) is dead. It is supposed to be over. Instead, no one… claps?

“Timpany’s a little loud,” says the Only Voice, though no one plays violin and is exempt. Clapping and clapping, show over, purpose done, and why is no one alive?

An old feeling surfaces, a memory of fear, a memory of memory of pain. No one was getting out of this one alive? No one is supposed to die. 

Wait, no one wants to say, but clapping, clapping, clapping takes all focus. Speech isn’t allowed, but clapping doesn’t mean ending, and it is supposed to be over—

“Catchy tune,” says the Only Voice, already disinterested, maybe annoyed that some one can’t watch and respond from the dead.

Clapping.

A memory of a memory of tears trickling down, sullied and unsafe to drink.

Clapping.

No one waits weeping for permission to stop.