#but i kinda wanted to take this out of my chest

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── YOU'RE HERE, THAT'S ENOUGH . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka jake's late, you order for your own drink for once, and now he owes you his life.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 866 ⌗ pure fluff, jake is so self-panic-inducing, mentions of breaking up, mentions of jake abt to jump out a window . he's just a simp at the end of the day .

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── hehe another cutesy one. im excited for the next one everyone pls buckle up...i almost kinda feel bad for jake here this poor guy just lives life on the verge of panic every day. am i evil for this? sorry jakey <3

Jake is sprinting.

Not fast-walking. Not lightly jogging.

Jake is in full-on, Olympic-level, life-or-death sprint through the streets.

His bag is slapping his side. His hoodie is slipping off his shoulder. His lungs are screaming. And he’s probably sweating more now than he did during the entire extra hour of dance practice that made him late in the first place.

And still—he’s pretty sure he’s still not moving fast enough.

His phone is glued to his palm, screen still open to the frantic texts to you:

jake (6:32PM): baby im so so so sorry practice is running over i swear im leaving soon PLEASE dont hate me

jake (6:41PM): im literally dying to be there pls give me 10 minutes max i promise

jake (6:47PM): oh my god im running now im literally sprinting my lungs are collapsing hold on

jake (6:50PM): please still be there please please please

Jake nearly crashes into the café door.

He bursts in, chest heaving, heart racing, vision tunneling. His eyes dart around the café, already mentally preparing the most desperate apology of his life—

And then he sees you.

There you are. Sitting by the window like something out of a postcard. Sipping your iced peach latte. Typing away on your laptop like nothing’s wrong.

Jake’s lungs fully give out.

He practically trips over his own two feet, words spilling out before he’s even fully made it to you.

“I am—so sorry,” he gasps, hands bracing himself against the table, his bag fully falling to his side now, his entire image disheveled. “I—I—oh my god—I messed up, I know—”

You blink up, startled.

“Jake—”

“I swear I left as soon as I could, I was literally ready to bolt over, but then we had to go over the choreo one more time and—” he cuts himself off to breathe, huffing in frustration, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “I swear I was ready to jump out the window to get here faster and I know I should’ve managed my time better and I shou—”

“Sim Jaeyun.”

Jake’s mouth snaps shut.

You tilt your head, your eyes soft as you look up at your boyfriend.

“Sit.”

He does. Immediately. Like an obedient golden retriever.

“Breathe.”

“Trying.”

You gently push an untouched iced Americano towards him, “I ordered for you.”

Jake looks down at the drink. Then back at you.

“Wait, you ordered? Like you spoke to the cashi—wait. You’re not mad?”

“Nope.”

“Not even…like, a little mad?”

“You sound like you want me to be.”

Jake lets out a sound that’s equal parts relief and self-deprecating, “Well, definitely not, but I’m late. To our date.”

You casually take a sip of your latte, your gaze still soft on him, “Jake. You told me what was happening, you ran here like an insane person, and now you’re looking at me with those eyes you do that makes you look like a kicked puppy. Why would I be upset?”

Jake blinks.

You’re not mad. You’re here.

Still here.

Still you.

Looking at him with nothing but patience and understanding.

And Jake feels something deep and warm settle into his bones.

Jake just stares at you for a full solid second until finally—

“Oh my god,” he collapses onto the table, face-planting into his arms. “You’re actually an angel. I don’t deserve you.”

You break out into a fit of giggles, “Okay, that’s a little dramatic.”

“No, like—” he lifts his head just enough to look at you with big, defeated eyes. “I thought I ruined it.”

“You didn’t.”

“I thought you were gonna break up with me.”

“I wasn’t.”

“I thought I’d walk in here and you’d be gone and I’d have to get on my knees at your front door and beg for my life back.”

“…Did you eat lunch today?”

Jake ignores that.

“I just—” He grabs your hand across the table. His voice drops into something low, something sincere. “I don’t want you to think I’m not trying. Or that you’re not a priority.”

Your face softens, “I know I am. And you are trying, Jake. Like, so hard. I see it. You don’t have to prove yourself to me every second of the day.”

Jake swallows.

“I appreciate you, Jakey—” you squeeze his hand, “—a lot. And I’m just happy you’re here.”

Jake lets out a breathless laugh, feeling suddenly light again. He lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles—once, twice, like he needs to (he does).

“Okay,” he breathes, lips still brushing your skin. “Okay. But just so you know—I am still making it up to you.”

You raise a brow, smiling, “Oh?”

“Yup,” Jake grins, flipping your hand over to press another kiss to your palm. “Whatever you want. I feel bad you had to order our drinks by yourself, I know you hate that.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes, “That’s true. I hate talking to cashiers.”

“Don’t worry, baby.” Another kiss. “I’ll make sure you never have to talk to one ever again for the rest of your life.”

“You’re actually ridiculous, Sim Jaeyun,” you smile, cheeks warm.

“Mmhm,” he mumbles before countering immediately—

“And you’re perfect.”

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[botanicsoul]

Oh jussst thinking of virgin bkg losing it to virgin fem reader when they’re like 19 sighhhh

Learning Curve

(aged up)Virgin!Bakugou Katsuki x (fem)Virgin!Reader

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I had way too much fun writing this—honestly, I feel like Bakugou would kinda be just as awkward (and ofc cocky!) as anyone else during their first time. Alsooooo, not to be dramatic, but your “Sound it Out” fluff fic of Bakugou is easily in my top 10 favorite reads ever on Tumblr. So, consider this a big thank-you and a love letter from one writer to another. Hope you enjoy it, babe!🩷

ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍

The movie had ended who knows how long ago. Neither of you had noticed.

You were straddling him now, perched on his lap with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, his hands roaming your waist like he didn’t know where to land—like touching you too fast might break something.

Bakugou’s breath was heavy, controlled, too controlled, as his lips kissed along your jaw, your neck, then lower. His touch was reverent—slow drags of fingers, warm presses of lips. Like he was working through a checklist.

You let him trail down your sternum, his mouth ghosting the edge of your bra, but your hands slid into his hair and pulled him back up.

His eyes widened. “What—did I do somethin’ wrong?”

“No,” you breathed, shaking your head, forehead resting against his. “You’re doing everything right.” Your fingers curled in the hem of his shirt, tugging it up his sides and taking it off over his head. “But I don’t want slow right now.”

He blinked at you, throat bobbing. “You sure?”

Bakugou pulled back just a little, panting against your skin, eyes darting between your mouth and your body beneath his. “You don’t want me to… use my fingers? Or—fuck—I could go down on you if you want?.”

“No…I want you, Katsuki, I’m ready” you whispered, pressing your hips down against his, grinding just enough to make him groan. “I need you. Right now.”

A sound ripped from his chest—half growl, half disbelief. “Fuckin… finally.” He surged up to kiss you, all the control he’d been clinging to unraveling in an instant. His hands gripped your thighs, then your ass, dragging you against him like he couldn’t get close enough.

Still, under all that heat, you felt it—the tension in his body, the slight stutter in his movements. You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.

“You haven’t…right?” you asked, voice softer now.

He shook his head once. “No. You?”

You nodded. “No.”

His jaw flexed, chest heaving. “Shit,” he muttered, then looked at you again, voice quieter. “Tch… first time or not, I’m still gonna blow your fuckin’ mind. Bet on it.” You giggled and felt your heart clenched—warmth and want tangled together. You kissed him, fingers sliding under the waistband of his shorts.

He let out a shaky breath. “You think this is funny? Wait ‘til I’ve got you whining under me.” He laughed—breathless, nervous—but his eyes burned with something deeper.

“Tell me what feels good,” you whispered, dragging your nails down his abs, where his shirt had been tossed somewhere behind the couch. “Or I can just… keep going until you explode.”

“I’m already about to fuckin’ explode,” Bakugou growled, voice tight. “Been hard since you sat in my fuckin’ lap like you knew what you were doin’.” You smirked, rubbing your hips just slightly over his, and his entire body jerked.

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Okay. Yeah. No more games. Off. Now.”

the moment you get off— he’s gets on. He was already tugging at your shorts with hands that were almost confident, but you could feel the hesitation in the way his fingers struggled with the button, like he was trying to be smooth and failing miserably.

The moment he stripped you down he got up to take his pants off, you giggled at the poor boy when he accidentally got his foot caught in his shorts and nearly fell off the couch.

“You’re never fuckin’ bringing this up again,” he growled, face scarlet as he kicked the shorts halfway across the room.

“Oh, I’m absolutely bringing it up on our wedding day.”

Your stomach did flips seeing his dick bob out. Then you brought your hand up brushing his thigh, his cock twitched, and all jokes disappeared real fast.

“…Shit. Y-you’re fuckin’ beautiful, y’know that?” You smiled, guiding his hand to touch you this time. “You gonna be gentle with me suki?.” you moan out grinding into his fingers.

He let out a groan shaking his head, “I’ll be gentle—’til you start beggin’ me not to be.”

He removed his fingers you were using and quickly tried to get the condom—well…fought with it, really, like it had declared war. You tried to help, but both of you were laughing too hard. He finally got it—fingers trembling slightly as he tore the condom open, then rolled it down over himself with shaky focus. He kissed you again, messier this time, all tongue and want, hips grinding into yours like he couldn’t wait a second longer, his cock slipping between your wet folds giving your clit a good tease before he fumbled between your thighs, trying to line himself up, but his aim was off—too frantic, too eager. You reached down, wrapping your hand around him to help guide him, and his whole body jolted.

“Fuckfuckfuck—I-I’m not gonna last if you keep touching me like that—” He blushed so hard you thought his face might combust. When he finally pushed inside you—slow, deep, careful—you swore you saw stars behind your eyelids.

“Shit, you’re tighter than I thought—wait, is it supposed to feel like this?”

“It’s fine, Katsuki, you’re just big.”

It stung a little. You both hissed and clutched each other, moving slow, breath trembling, trying to find a rhythm that didn’t feel completely ridiculous. Then he angled just right. Hit just right. And you moaned his name so pretty, “Sukiiiii—.” he damn near blacked out.

His hips stuttered as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breath ragged and hot against your skin. “I’m tryin’ to be gentle baby,” he gritted out, voice nearly breaking with restraint, “but you’re makin’ it real hard.” His fingers dug into your waist like he was holding on for dear life, every inch of him trembling with the effort not to lose control. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he growled, dragging his mouth down your throat. “Not that I’d ever fuckin’ let ‘em try.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trembling as you tilted your head back. Fingers tangling in his hair, you gasped out, “Don’t stop… please, don’t stop… don’t be gentle, Suki.”

He froze for a split second, eyes darkening with a mixture of shock and desire. Then, his grip on you tightened, his breath hot against your ear.

“You sure about that?” he asked, voice rough and strained, but you could feel the edge of something darker creeping through his tone.

You nodded desperately, pulling him closer as you whispered, “Yes baby please”

That was all it took. A growl escaped his throat, low and feral, before he flipped you onto your back with an unexpected, almost brutal force. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide, and there was no trace of the hesitant Bakugou from moments before.

“You’re gonna take me, and you’re gonna love it,” he spat, his voice laced with raw need. He didn’t wait for an answer—his lips crashed down onto yours in a bruising kiss, his hands rough as they gripped your hips, forcing your body against his in a way that made you gasp.

His movements were fast, almost too fast—his thrusts hard, relentless, pushing you deeper into the sheets as he gave in to his instincts. Each rough move sent a shock of heat through you, and you couldn’t help but moan, gripping the bed tight.

“Shit, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he grunted, voice raw with pleasure as he buried his face in your neck. “You wanted this, right? Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?”

His movements were fast, almost too fast—his thrusts hard, relentless, pushing you deeper into the sheets as he gave in to his instincts. Each rough move sent a shock of heat through you, and you couldn’t help but moan out in pure desperation.

“YES, GOD, PLEASE,” you moaned, exaggerating the desperation in your voice, your back arching up to meet him as you gripped his shoulders, your nails digging in.

“PLEASE, SUKI, DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP!”

His pace didn’t slow. You felt every inch of him, each thrust a mix of hunger and possession. The sounds of skin slapping, your breathless moans, and his groans filled the room, and it was all you could focus on. Bakugou wasn’t holding back anymore. Neither were you.

Every thrust was like a discovery. Every sound made both of you twitch, cursing between groans, and you held onto him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

And when you both finally came—breathless and shaking. You were both a mess—sweaty, tangled in each other like you’d been through something way bigger than just your first time. Bakugou was still on top of you, face buried in your neck, trying to catch his breath.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, voice rough and low, still catching his breath. His forehead rested against yours, sweat-damp strands of hair clinging to his skin.

You smiled, dazed, your fingertips brushing over his shoulder. “You good?”

He huffed a laugh—barely. “Yeah. Just didn’t think it’d feel that fuckin’ good.”

You tilted your head, teasing gently, “What, exceeded expectations?”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, that cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth despite how wrecked he looked. “Nah. You ruined me.”

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His voice dropped again, gravelly and full of promise. “Next time, I’m not holdin’ back.”

You stared up at him, chest still rising and falling, lips parted. “No fucking way... What the hell does not holding back look like—hospitalization?”

His eyes darkened. “Sweetheart, I was on my best fuckin’ behavior.”

You couldn’t help but shiver under the weight of that promise. He leaned in, kissed you slow and deep, then murmured against your lips, “Next round, I’m gonna make sure you can’t even walk straight.”

You grinned and rolled your eyes, fingers tugging his hair just enough to make him grunt. “I’ll hold you to that.”

[jesuistrestriste]

hey sage.. so i’ve been thinking about nerdy scientist!art.. i need someone to hear my plea

venus ! ! ! art is canonically really smart so yea. i see this. he was definitely pretty nerdy in high school and it followed him into his college years..

cw (18+) : nerdy!art, mutual touching, coming in pants,

nerdy!art who approaches you after your guys’ organic chemistry class to offer you tutoring services, claiming that he’s heard you talk to others about how you’re struggling with the topics. he smiles all sweet, backpack slung over one shoulder, blonde ringlets hanging in front of his forehead. it’s hard to resist his kindness. you agree.

you meet him in his dorm room a few days later on the weekend and are met with the smell of him wafting through the space. the light scent of sandalwood shampoo and fresh clothes and open books. he ushers you in and beckons you over to his bed, getting out his laptop and beginning to walk you through his notes. he’s incredibly attentive, too—always checking in to make sure you understand what he’s explaining, and always calling out the confused expression that spreads over your face silently when you’re lost. he laughs and shakes his head, “ask me anything, i’m like a human textbook. it’s actually kinda sad.”

after a few hours though, it gets dark. the two of you are left—still studying—in his room, with a singular desk lamp on in the corner. his thigh brushes your own; an accident. but it’s not a mistake when you turn to meet his eyes for the millionth time and you suddenly feel the need to repay him for his time and effort. you kiss him, and he instantly goes boneless against you. he parts his lips instinctually to give you full access to his mouth, his tongue soft and slick and waiting for yours. the moan that spills from his chest when you kiss him harder is lewd, almost egregiously so, but it doesn’t slow him down or embarrass him. he’s too caught up in the feeling of hot ache bursting in his lower stomach, his erection definitely tenting his sweatpants. fingers creep over your thigh, pulling you closer. then he breaks the kiss to mumble into the corner of your mouth, “oh my god, can i touch you? you’re so warm, fuck—“

he feels like he could finish right then and there. when you respond by crashing your mouth into his neck, he slides his hand down the front of your bottoms to seek out your arousal. moans when he finds it with his fingertips and begins gently caressing you with slow, stuttered circles of his digits. your hand finds his bulge and then it’s nearly over—

“fuck!” he whimpers, curling forward, “fuck, fuck, i’m sorry, im gonna come if you touch me like that..”

but you don’t care. you don’t want to stop. what does it matter if he finishes fast? it’s flattering. you wonder if he’s a virgin.

your touch wraps around his clothed length and gives it four slow tugs before he’s choking on a wet whine and grasping at your shirt with his free hand, his fingertips halting on your sex. you feel his cock throb with the thrums of his orgasm, and you smirk as you kiss his jaw. he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle the resulting groan.

“sorry.. so sorry..” the words come out breathless and flustered into your frame, his entire body still twitching as he comes down, “i don’t usually—.. hngh.. —that fast.. god..”

you shrug. you tell him it’s no big deal, and how you’re chill with it. you make sure to emphasize how hot it is that he’s sensitive. he lets out a shaky sigh.

“i selfishly hope that you don’t do super well on the quiz,” he whispers, “so you can come back here next week and.. and we can do this all over again..”

you lathe your tongue over his pulse. he shudders like he’s being shocked; tense and erratic.

—

you get a few questions wrong—on purpose—on the knowledge check so that you can present the low grade to him afterwards. he smiles nervously and leans in, “come with me back to mine? i just made a new set of flashcards..”

it only takes five minutes of being back in his dorm before you’re all over each other; your hand in his hair, his hips pressed to yours, his moans filling your head.

best tutor ever.

[arrenjo]

Part one is here

Summary: Your apartment floods and you do your best to make it on your own, but when Robby finds out he takes matters into his own hands; part two

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A/n: the only true part two so far but leaving all the unresolved tension without so much as a kiss seemed kinda rude. I’m an angsty gal at heart so of course it has to be dramatic. Also my first time writing almost-smut, be gentle ;D srry for lack of gif, I know it’s more aesthetically pleasing but I couldn’t find one that scratched the itch, yk?

Content/trigger warning: Panic attack portrayed, plot with a bit of almost-smut sprinkled in. 18+ only, minors DNI!!

The following morning, you woke up with your head on Robby’s chest. Your hair splayed in every direction across the burgundy fabric of his shirt, his chin resting on top of your head. His thumb made small circles on your shoulder blade over the fabric of your oversized t-shirt as he held you. Your legs were entangled with his, your bare legs against his thin sweatpants. You felt safe, secure. You didn’t move for a moment, almost afraid it was a dream. You opted to lie still for a moment to try to assess if he was awake yet.

“Good morning,” He murmured into your hair after a moment, lips brushing the top of your head. Your stomach did a flip as you tried to decide whether to look up at him or not.

“Mm,” You said softly, willing yourself to keep your breathing even, trying not to think about the fact that you were literally in Robby’s bed.

“How long have you been awake?” You asked.

“A while,” He responded simply, still rubbing small circles on top of the fabric of your tshirt. Neither of you felt particularly inclined to move, this was as close as you had ever been to him and it was comforting to know he at least wanted you close like you did him, but his silence unsettled you.

Last night, the silence had been comfortable. There was something different about this morning though, almost as if there was something hanging in the air. Your stomach started to turn at the thought of him regretting letting you be here. You could have easily just fucked up, arguably, the best and most important work relationship you had.

Had he not wanted to sleep in the same bed? Had you asked too much? Did he not feel the same way? The touches and the coffee and him running his fucking thumb over your lips in the supply closet like he was considering fucking you right there sure seemed like there was something between the two of you, but maybe you were wrong.

I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up, your brain said relentlessly on repeat.

Your breathing started to pick up speed and tears welled in your eyes.

I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up,

You were in your own head and you needed to get away. The panic was starting to set in and it was impossible to coordinate your movements, you needed to get away. You started to push him away and he tightened his arm around you.

Away, away, away, your brain said.

Don’t let him see you like this,

You tried to push him away again and choked back a sob.

“Hey, hey,” He said as soon as he realized what was happening. He quickly placed his hands on your waist, under the hem of your shirt and just above the waistband of your shorts, fingers making contact with your bare skin. He lifted you in one smooth motion to partially on top of him and to eye level. You looked away from him, desperately trying to blink the tears back. Your breathing turned ragged, desperate for air. He took your chin in his hand with one hand, the other arm still securely around your waist, and moved your chin so you were looking at him.

“Where is your head at?” He asked, his voice low.

“Michael-“ You choked out with a sob. Robby almost physically winced, hearing you desperately say his name like that was almost too much. Robby moved to completely under you and braced the back of your head with one hand, the other still around your waist tightly. He quickly sat up with you, your legs on either side of his torso. He held you close to him as your body racked with a full-on sob.

“Hey, I’m right here. I’ve got you,” He soothed. The hand attached to the arm around your waist started rubbing circles on the small of your back. He stroked your hair with his other hand and said your name in the same soothing, low tone as you sobbed again.

“I’m sorry,” you tried again, managing to get the words out between sobs.

“No, you don’t have anything to be sorry for. Everything is fine. Everything is perfect,” he soothed you. “I’ve got you, I’m right here.” He repeated. After a moment, he used one hand to gently tilt your chin up to him again, forcing you to make eye contact with him. His brown eyes searched yours for any sign of what might be wrong. He looked at you, pleading, desperate for an explanation.

“I shouldn’t have asked and now you regret it and I’m sorry,” You pushed the words out in one breath before you dropped your head and pressed your palms to your eyes, breath hitching on another sob that you were desperately trying to control. “Fuck, Robby, I’m so sorry,”

It took Robby a solid ten seconds to process what you had said before he reacted. He pulled your hands from your eyes and grabbed your chin again.

“You think I regret this?” He asked in a low, steady voice. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about waking up next to you? Thought about having you in my bed?” You were silent as you took another steadying breath, heat flushing your face and chest. You were suddenly very aware that you were fully in his lap. Your hands found the fabric of his t-shirt on either side of his body and you gripped it tightly.

“Long before Pittfest, long before that first time I acted like a jackass,” He continued.

“That was the best I’ve slept in a long time.” He said, eyes locked on yours. “I think I was still a little disoriented,” He admitted through a half hearted chuckle that vibrated your body. He let his smile fall, “I never want you to think that I regret this, not for even a second,” You nodded, processing what he was saying, breaking eye contact with him for the first time in several minutes.

“Hey,” He said softly after a beat of silence. You looked back at him again and he slowly pressed his forehead to yours, noses touching. You closed your eyes and one hand reached up to stroke his beard. He let out a small ‘hmm’ at the contact.

“I could never regret you,” He whispered. You took in a ragged breath at his words, it was all you could do to maintain what little composure you had regained.

Your mouth was centimeters from his, his breath hot and wet on your lips. His hands moved to under the hem of your shirt, on either side of your hips. He squeezed gently and you moaned softly, feeling his dick almost immediately harden beneath your weight. The sensation sent waves of heat up your neck and down your abdomen, and it lingered between your legs.

You tilted your head up just enough for your lips to ghost over his and that tiny bit of contact seemed to be all the permission he needed, his lips crashed into yours, hot and desperate. One hand found the hair at the base of his neck and you pulled him closer as his lips moved frantically against yours. His tongue darted into your mouth and you moaned against his lips. His hands squeezed your hips again and you shifted your weight into him, creating friction between you and his erection. He let out a low moan against your mouth and started trailing kisses down your jawline and your neck, stopping to lick and suck with each individual kiss.

“Robby,” You moaned, desperate for more. His lips found yours again after a moment and his hands moved upwards under your shirt as he claimed your mouth. Your breathing was ragged and so was his. In one smooth motion, he laid you back and was on top of you, your hands started to glide up his shirt when the shrill alarm on Robby’s phone went off, startling you both.

“Fuuuck,” Robby groaned, dropping his forehead against your collar bone. You both had completely forgotten about work and didn’t have time to finish what you had started. You laughed humorlessly.

“Figures,” You said, stroking his hair.

“We can be late?” He offered with a grin, looking back up at you. The proposition brought a real laugh out of you.

“Uh huh, and we would never ever hear the end of it. Can’t you imagine both of us walking in at the same time, both late? Jack Abbot would be insufferable.”

“It would get the rumor mill started for sure,” He tugged the neckline of your shirt down and pressed a kiss to your collar bone. His beard combined with your heightened senses had you clenching your jaw. You closed your eyes and took a steadying breath.

Maybe being late wouldn’t be so bad after all.

The shrill alarm interrupted your thought process again and you groaned. “No, we have to go,” You said, mostly to yourself. Robby laughed and pressed one more kiss to your lips before getting off of you and walking out of the room. You whined at the sudden loss of contact. You laid there for another minute, trying to compose yourself, when Robby reappeared with a set of folded scrubs in his hand that he offered to you. You immediately sat up, your brow furrowed.

“I did some laundry last night after you went to sleep, thought you might need some clean scrubs.” He explained. It was all you could do to keep your mouth from dropping open.

“You didn’t have to do that,” You started.

“I know, I wanted to.” He said, you took the scrubs out of his hands and smiled up at him.

“Thank you,” You whispered, standing up to press a kiss to his cheek. Robby wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Come on, let’s go. The more I think about it, the more I realize that you’re right and Jack is about to give us hell.”

[frostiexavier]

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✮♱✮ summary: You have a tiny little secret you are hiding from Sylus. Basically you love him but you refuse to admit it and his flirtiness/banter doesn’t help. One night you just decide enough is enough.

✮♱✮ warnings: smut, nsfw, (kinda soft) sylus x fem! reader, banter, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, confessions, boxing scenes, kind of a slowburn kinda not, not much else i don’t think, sylus is beefy

✮♱✮ word count: 6.5k

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“Sylus you really need to be more careful. You are banged up really bad this time.”, you say as you are dressing his wounds. You pour a bit of disinfectant on a gash on his shoulder and he grunts. The liquid dripped down his bare chest to his abdomen. Trickles of the substance landing on his black pants. You try to focus on his wound and not him being completely shirtless in front of you.

“Sorry, I’m trying to be careful”, you say and he chuckles looking at you then to your hands.

“Don’t be sorry sweetie, it doesn’t hurt”, he smirks and you give him a side eye along with a scoof.

“You act so tough but if I didn’t help you, you would be sulking”, you say and wrap the gaze around his shoulder. You can feel the intensity of his gaze.

“Mmm probably, otherwise I would be left here like a wounded deer, with no one to take care of me”, you laugh while keeping your eyes on the gauze you are wrapping. You cut the edge of the gauze and tape down the excess. You gently pat the gauze and Sylus looks at your work.

“All done bambi, now you can recover and rest”, you smile and he pats your forehead.

“Thanks kitten, what would I do without you?”, he winks while he smiles and you roll your eyes. He is being flirty…again. This man drives you wild. You try to hide your blush as you turn away from him.

“I don’t know, you could use your evol to heal yourself. I don’t understand why you make me bandage you up and waste medical supplies when you can just heal yourself”, you question him and he looks at your eyes, then your lips, then back up to your eyes.

“Because then I wouldn’t be able to see your pretty face this close”, you freeze at his words, feeling chills run down your spine. Did he just call you pretty? Impossible, you hate when he teases you like this. Sylus notices your facial expression and decides to cover his compliment with banter.

“Now your face looks uncomfortable. Are you constipated kitten?”, he asks and you raise your eyebrow at him. You swat at his shoulder and he gasps. Without realizing it you hit his wounded shoulder.

“Oh my god Sylus are you okay?”, you ask looking at his gauze wrapped wound. His hand is over it and you place your hand over his, concerned you hurt him. He chuckles and smiles.

“I’m fine, you are so easy”, he laughs and you roll your eyes. You grab the first aid kit and clean any supplies that you used. Sylus stands up to help you but you insist that you are fine. He puts his black tshirt back on and looks back at you.

“Really, thank you again for your help, for bigger wounds like this it takes longer to heal”, Sylus thanks you and you nod, putting the first aid kit back in its place in the nearby storage closet.

“No worries, but stop getting hurt so much, I may start charging you”, you joke and he chuckles while placing his hand behind his neck, following you out of the bathroom and into the living area.

“I don’t know if I should take your advice or see this as you only want to see me if I pay you. Either way, I am more than likely to be able to afford your services than to stop getting injured”, he says and your cheeks are painted a light pink at his words. What is with the flirtiness today? You are used to the nicknames and the teasing but he normally doesn’t keep going for this long. You decide to just play along.

“Don’t be so sure Mr. Onichynus, my service fees can be expensive”, you say as you grab your bag to leave. Your heart starts to race when Sylus grabs it before you can.

“Is that so?”, he says holding the bag and starts to walk towards you, slowly. You start backing up, step by step until your back meets a wall. Sylus looks down at your face, his body towering over you as you try to attach your body to the wall. He leans in closer, putting a hand beside your head to meet the wall. He is so close that one more inch your bodies would be touching. He leans down slowly and you can feel his breath on your ear and your neck. The sensation gives you goosebumps and your neck feels extremely sensitive.

“Name your price”, he says in a deep whisper and you feel like your legs are going to give out. Sylus has always had this effect on you. Everything he says, everything he does affects you. It drives you mad and you start to wonder if this is just playful banter or something else. Your body starts to feel hot and you know he heard you audibly gulp. You could almost feel the smirk he has on his face that's right next to your ear. You look up at him and you grab the bag from his hand. You try to shake off this intense feeling and move around Sylus. He could easily trap you with his arms and legs but he lets you go.

“Hmmm I’ll have to think about it, I’ll get back to you on that”, you say nervously and head towards the front door of his home. You don’t turn around to look back at Sylus and fumble with the front door knob until you finally get it open. Without a goodbye you exit through the door and rush to leave. You sprint to the first bus stop, not stopping to take a breath. What was that? Your body still feels hot and your skin is on fire. You can just imagine him gaucking right now, satisfied with his effect on you.

The bus arrives, you get on and swipe your bus card and take the nearest seat. You sit down and try to push down this hot and bothered feeling. You shake your head and look down at your phone to see you had a text from Sylus. Even seeing his name on your screen makes your heart drop, this has to stop.

Sylus: Meet me tomorrow at the boxing ring. I still owe you for today.

You pick your brain at his words and remember that he promised to help you pass your hunters training by showing you some defense moves in return for helping him so often with treating his injuries. You sigh and text him back.

You: Can we reschedule?

You wait for his response, you are unsure if you can see Sylus two days in a row. Especially after all the teasing and flirting today. Your heart can’t take it. Your thoughts put on pause when your phone buzzes.

Sylus: Sorry kitten, I have a tight schedule. See you tomorrow @ 6pm, don’t be late.

You sigh and lock your phone. No way in hell is this going to just be him showing you defense moves. You decide to do everything in your power to keep your distance from him during this training. How? You have no idea but you can’t fall into his little trap.

Once you get home you go straight to bed, thoughts of Sylus invading your mind. You toss and turn all night and you can’t sleep. Exhaustion hits you but your eyes stay wide open. Why does he have this pull on you? Why do you keep wanting to go to him? You know you shouldn’t, it would never work. Your brain and your heart have an intense battle throughout the night and you're unsure of who the winner is because you got a total of 2 hours of sleep that night.

Hearing the annoying tone of your alarm you groan. You sigh as you turn off your alarm, getting up to get ready for the day ahead. You pack your gym clothes, a long sleeve compression jacket and black leggings so your entire body stays covered. You don’t want Sylus to see you in your sports bra and small shorts, not because he will look or say anything but because you don’t want to have any effect on him whatsoever. He already flirts with you on a daily basis, you don’t want him to think you love it, even though you do.

You head to the hunters association and you get looks from everyone there. They can tell you are obviously tired and decide to let you just work on reports the whole day. You mentally thank them for the break. You type away at your computer when Tara decides to pay you a visit.

“Hey, you okay? You look exhausted”, she looks at you with concern. Her gaze is soft and attentive.

“Yeah just didn’t get much sleep last night”, you respond and she nods. She sits a coffee at your desk and gives you a small smile before walking away. You smile down at the cup and take a drink, hoping it will give you enough energy for this lesson later today.

As the day goes by, you clock out of work and head to Onichynus. You sigh as you ring the doorbell to Sylus’ home. Luke opens the door and gives you a small wave.

“Hey, you look horrible”, he says and you glare at him.

“Thanks, where is Sylus?”, you ask, walking past him and into the leader's home.

“The boss man is already in the gym warming up. He has been waiting for you”, he replies and you make your way to his at-home gym. Luke disappears down a different hallway as you enter the gym.

Sylus is already practicing with a punching bag in the corner of his enormous boxing ring. You walk into the room and he doesn’t notice you until you walk past him to make your way towards the changing room.

“You made it”, he says blatantly and you nod at him. You don’t say anything and head into the changing room to change into the outfit you packed. After changing you walk back out and onto the ring.

“Alright so what are we doing today?”, you ask him and he tilts his head to the side to look at you. He doesn’t say anything and you start to feel embarrassed.

“What?”, you ask him and he shakes his head.

“Are you okay? You seem tired”, he says with an almost concerned tone. You brush it off and then come up with an excuse.

“It’s just work was exhausting, it's fine, let's do this”, you say and put on your boxing hand gloves. He nods and then notices your outfit, he coughs and clears his throat.

“Uh, aren’t you going to get hot in that? I have some shorts you can change into if you want”, he suggests and you decline his offer.

“It’s fine, let’s just get this over with”, you say and you walk opposite of him on the ring.

“Are you sure? We can do this another day if yo-“, he says but you cut him off.

“I thought you had a tight schedule, less yapping and more teaching please”, you say with an annoyed tone. You know this is unfair to Sylus and you aren’t really annoyed with him. You are annoyed with yourself because just being around him like this is making your heart pound in your chest. You are physically and mentally exhausted from thinking about him so much. The sweeter and more concerned he is, the more you will have to stay here and you want to get out of here as quickly as possible.

“Okay then”, he says and walks towards you. Just focus on the training and his advice, you try to remind yourself.

“So when you are trying to defend yourself you need to think of yourself as the predator not the prey.”, he says as he looks down at you, the feeling of his gaze makes your knees weak.

“Think like a predator, you need to know your prey's weakness so you know what and how to attack. But most importantly you need to know how to defend yourself when the prey tries to counter”, he speaks firmly as he leans down to meet your eyes.

“For example, my shoulder is still healing, size up your opponent, see what could make them falter because they will be doing the same to you.”, he says, grabbing your hand gently and placing it on his wounded shoulder.

“They will be trying to hide their weakness when they go to attack, you need to find an opening and strike while also defending your own weakness”, he says looking down at your feet.

He quickly uses his leg to knock you off your feet as you land with one of his hands on your waist and the other on the back of your head, protecting your fall. You gasp in shock of the sudden movement and he smirks as he examines your features. His face is extremely close to yours as he whispers. So much for keeping a distance, you thought to yourself.

“Never let them know your weakness, that's the best defense”, he whispers, his breath hitting your neck. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, nose, and back to his eyes. That familiar heat building inside of you makes your cheeks tint a light shade of red. You push him off of you and stand back up fixing your jacket. He joins you in standing and you don’t say anything in response.

“Alright now try to attack me and then try to defend using that advice”, he says and you nod. You put your fists up next to your face and bring your elbows toward your body. After a few seconds you walk toward Sylus and throw a few punches. He dodges all of them and then once he reaches the ropes of the ring, he decides to switch to offense.

He starts to move his arms towards you, at first you dodge all of his attempts but he quickly catches you from behind. His arm is firmly holding you over your chest just above your breasts. You try to pull his arm down at first but struggle because of his strength.

“Stop struggling and think, how do you get out of this”, he says calmly and you stop your movements. Trying to focus on your movement rather than you firmly in his arms and pressed against him. You take your elbow and shove it into his abdomen, he lets go of you and you turn around and start throwing punches again.

He dodges them again, tilts down and picks you up and over his shoulder using one arm. His arm is holding you by the back of your knees.

“Your opponent now has an advantage over you, how are you going to get out, think about their weaknesses”, he says. You can feel his calloused hands through your leggings. Your mind racing about the way he was man-handling you. You push the thoughts down and decide to lightly hit his shoulder, trying not to hurt him. His hands let go of your knees and you quickly wrap your legs around the back of his neck. Putting all your weight on him so he would have to bend down so you can jump off.

“Good job, now you're thinking”, he smirks and you laugh, you smile at his praise.

“Now try to take me down”, he says and you become determined to do as he says. Sweat is now dripping off both of you from the rising heat in the room and the intensity of the training. But that can’t stop you from proving to him that you can do this.

You lunge towards him and at first he dodges your swings but you finally get a punch in that barely affects him. He puts his arms up to defend and as soon as he does you use the same trick on him as he did with you earlier. You kick his legs to knock him off his feet, he falls down and you pin him down, both of your hands on his wrists, thighs on either side of his hips to straddle him so he can’t move, He doesn’t resist and stares up at you as his chest falls up and down rapidly, matching your breathing. Sweat drips off your forehead and onto his chest but neither of you care.

“Like that?”, you finally speak and he smiles.

“Yeah, just like that”, he says somewhat out of breath. You take the opportunity to admire his jawline, his beautiful crimson eyes and sweat beads slowly sliding down his neck. Your gazes linger for a moment before you pull yourself out of your trance.

You get off of him quickly and go to grab a water bottle. You stood up really quickly and suddenly got dizzy. Your vision blurs for a second and you feel your legs turn to jello. You almost fall but a pair of arms catch you before you could hit the mat.

“Y/n are you okay?”, Sylus asks frantically and sits you down gently.

“Yeah I just got a little dizzy”, you say and he stands up to quickly grab a water bottle and a towel.

“You didn’t seem okay earlier, I should’ve been easier on you.”, he says, unscrewing the cap of the water bottle and handing it to you.

“Thanks”, you say and start to drink the water.

Sylus watches you and brings the towel to your face and starts to pat the sweat dripping down your temple. He fans your face with his hand and you watch as you continue to drink your water. His face is full of concern and worry. Was he always this caring? He has never been this concerned before. Maybe he feels guilty for pushing you but you were fine until you stood back up.

“Thanks, I think I am fine now”, you say, putting the cap back on your water and looking at him.

“Here let me help you up”, he stands up and you grab his hands. You use his arms to support you, your legs still feeling like jello.

“I’ll take you home, sit down and I’ll go grab your bag”, he says and you nod, knowing that if you try to refuse he will rebuttal.

Sylus shortly returns with your bag in hand and he helps you stand again. You feel a bit better after hydrating but still feel shaky.

“Here, hold onto my arm”, he says and guides you to his garage and toward one of his luxurious sports cars. You mentally laugh thinking of course he has multiple of them.

He opens the door for you and helps you get in. He grabs the seat belt and buckles it in for you. The action makes your heart flutter, you don’t dare to look up at him while he does. He closes the door and sprints to the other side, he puts your address into the GPS and starts the ignition.

The car ride is quiet with the occasional “how are you feeling” from Sylus and you only nod and say you feel fine. He really didn’t have to drive you back home but you couldn’t help but smile at his sweetness. Does Sylus show this soft side to anyone else? He puts up this cold and intense front but he is actually very thoughtful and considerate. You ponder this the rest of the car ride until the headlights of his car meet the sign to your apartment complex.

“Let’s go, I’ll help you up”, he says unbuckling but you grab onto his arm frantically before he could get out of the car.

“Wait Sylus, really it's okay, thank you for giving me a ride”, you say and he freezes and looks down to where your hand meets his arm, You touch is gentle and goosebumps rise to his skin.

“Sorry”, you apologize and quickly remove your hand. You unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your bag from the backseat of his car before reaching for the door handle to exit.

“Are you sure?”, he asks and this time you feel his hand grab onto yours. The feeling of his thumb slightly rubbing the top of your hand doesn’t go unnoticed. Your back is still turned to him, you haven’t turned around yet.

“I can just help you to the door, then I’ll leave”, he says and you feel it. You feel the ping in your chest, the yearn of wanting to say yes but your mind telling you to be rational and say no. Your heart wins, you turn to him and say a gentle okay.

He gets out of the car first and opens your door for you. He grabs your bag and helps out of the car. He locks your arm around his to support your somewhat still shaky body. You walk with him into the complex and make your way to your door.

“It’s right here”, you say pointing to your unit and he waits until you have put in your passcode and you step into your apartment before he says anything.

“Text me if you need anything at all. I hope you feel better, goodnight”, he says and turns around to leave before you can say anything. Your mind starts to race and before it can catch up you open your mouth.

“Sylus”, you say almost too urgently and he quickly turns around.

“What is it sweetie?”, he asks softly. His face looking for what you might say.

“W-would you.. um… stay with me?”, you ask and you can feel your heart start to race a million miles and minute. Why did you just ask him that? Why would he stay? For what reason? Before you can come up with an excuse, Sylus' body is towering over you once more.

“Is that okay?”, he asks and you slowly nod looking up at him with doe eyes. Your heartbeat doesn’t settle down, you turn around and walk into your apartment and you hear Sylus follow you and close the door behind him. What were you thinking?

“Uh, you can take a shower, I’ll find you some clothes to change into. Towels are in the cabinet”, you tell him, noticing he is still in his gym clothes and still sweaty. He nods and quickly makes his way into the bathroom.

You let out a strangled breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. You make your way into your bedroom to find something that maybe sylus could wear. You could only find a pair of pajama pants that Caleb left here one time. You couldn’t find a shirt to save your life so the pants will just have to work. You hear the water turn off in the bathroom and make your way towards the door.

You knock gently, “Sylus here are some pajama pants, I couldn’t find a shirt”. Suddenly the door opens slightly and Sylus sticks his hand out for you to hand him to pants.

“It’s okay, I normally sleep without one”, he says and takes the pants from you and closes the door back to change. You aren’t going to make it through the night. You gather a pillow and a soft throw for Sylus and lay them on the sofa.

Sylus walks out of the bathroom and you have to hold yourself back from audibly gasping. The pants length is fine but they are a bit tight on him, especially around the thighs. His abdomen is toned and his chest and shoulders are broad. A few water droplets are still dripping down his skin. You avert your gaze quickly, trying not to stare. This isn’t the first time you have seen Sylus shirtless but something about him right now feels different. Shirtless in your living room and staying over. He didn’t even ask why.

“Uh, here is a blanket and a pillow, my sofa is pretty comfy.”, you smile and the edges of his lips curl into a soft smile.

“Thank you, are you feeling okay now?”, he asks. You honestly feel better, not knowing if it was the fact Sylus was staying over or if you genuinely felt okay now.

“Yes, much better.”, you smile and Sylus moves to the sofa and unfolds the blanket. He positions the pillow to one side of the sofa and lays down. You immediately see that his legs are way too long for it and hang off the edge from his knees down.

“Is that comfortable for you? I didn’t realize how small my sofa was”, you ask and he chuckles.

“It's fine kitten, go ahead and get some rest” he says, shooing you away with his hand and he closes his eyes, pretending to fall asleep. You laugh at his playfulness and head to your room.

You lay down and your bed and close your eyes, you try not to think about the fact Sylus is just in the other room. Why did you even ask him to stay? Why did he so- willingly? Was he really comfortable on the sofa? His shoulder is injured, it can’t be comfortable for him.

You feel guilty for making Sylus scrunching up on your small couch. You get out of bed and head back to the living room. Sylus was sitting up and scrolling on his phone when you opened the door. His eyes leave his phone and meet your gaze, confusion settling on his face.

“What's wrong?” he asks, locking his phone and setting it beside him.

“Um, you can come in here, if you want”, you say shyly looking at the ground, too embarrassed to look at him.

“Y/n I’m fine right here, don’t worry about me”, he replies and you take a deep breath. Of course he would say that, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable but honestly he wouldn’t. If anything it would give you peace of mind knowing his shoulder wasn’t hurting. You had to say the only thing that would convince him.

“I know but I- I want you to”, you say, your cheeks immediately burning and your body feels hot again. He stays quiet for a moment but slowly gets up and grabs the pillow you gave him.

You let him follow you into your bedroom. After he closes the door you watch as he walks to the other side of the bed. You get comfortable on your side and Sylus stops before simply sitting on the edge of the bed.

You know he is hesitant so you pull down some of the cover and tap the side across from you, he turns his head to your hand then meets your gaze.

“You can get comfy, I won’t bite”, you jab at him and he slightly scoffs. He lays his head gently on the pillow facing you and pulls the duvet over him slightly. Keeping his shoulders and chest exposed.

You both just look at each other for a moment in comfortable silence. He looks back and forth between your eyes and you admire his beautiful features. Before he could say anything you turned around facing your room.

“Goodnight Sylus”, you say just above a whisper, shutting your eyes. You don’t know if it was the sheer exhaustion from the previous night or sylus’ presence but you felt yourself quickly starting to drift into a slumber.

“Goodnight y/n”, he says softly and that's the last thing you heard before your dreams carried you away.

You feel a slight sensation against your cheek, it tickles almost and pulls you out of your dreamland. You gently open your eyes to see Sylus facing you. His hand placed a strand of hair behind your ear. He looks at you and his eyes widen and he quickly pulls his hand away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you”, he says softly and places his hand back to his side. The room is still dark, your eyes adjusting to the lighting so you can see him. It must me the middle of the night still.

Your brain is still foggy from just waking up. You look around and see your arm slung over his waist and your body pressed closely to his.

“Am I dreaming?”, you ask him and he chuckles softly.

“No sweetie, you aren’t dreaming”, he says softly and watches you closely. You don’t pull away from him, the feeling of his skin on your making you feel comfortable and warm. Being this close to him feels right, it feels safe. At this moment you let your heart win this final battle. You know this may not work out but how could you know if you don’t try.

“Sylus”, you say softly, looking up to meet his gaze. His eyes are soft, softer than normal, they are a gentle shade crimson red in the dark lighting of your room.

“Hmmm?”, he hums and you move your arm away from him to grab his hand. He looks down at your hand holding his and back to your gaze.

“I think, I think I am falling in love with you”, you say so softly he almost doesn’t catch it.

“What?”, he asks, eyes widening like you told him the most surprising news of the century.

“Can I kiss you?”, you ask bravely. It’s all or nothing. You prepare yourself for him to get up and leave you. You wouldn’t blame him because this came out of nowhere. But not for you, you can’t deny your feelings any longer.

He stares at you for a moment and cups your cheek with his hand. You close your eyes and nuzzle into his touch, feeling his thumb slightly graze your skin softly.

Before you could open your eyes again you feel his lips meet yours. His lips are soft and light almost like touching a pillow or freshly baked bread. He tilts his head to get better access to your lips. It’s not rushed, it's gentle and the passion starts to build despite the slow pace. You move your body closer to his and place your hand on his bicep. He tilts your head closer to his as he deepens the kiss. You moan softly as his tongue traces your bottom lip, begging for entry. You invite him in and your heart melts as the kiss begins to feel more hungry and passionate.

You move your hand down his bicep to his chest and slowly drag it down his toned abdomen. He breaks the kiss once you reach halfway down his body and he grabs your hand to still it.

“Y/n”, he says breathlessly, his forehead resting against yours.

“Sylus please, I need you”, you say almost too desperately. His eyes flutter open and they stare into yours for a few seconds. He kisses you again and lets go of your hand, letting you continue to touch him. His hand goes to the strap of your nightgown and slowly pulls it down your shoulder. This does nothing but expose your shoulder but it feels so intimate. He kisses your cheek and makes his way to your jaw, peppering soft kisses until he reaches your neck.

You place your other arm around his shoulder and tangle your fingers in his hair just above the nape of his neck. You gasp as he starts to suck at a sweet spot on your neck and gently licks over it, repeating this process making his way to your bare shoulder.

“You are so beautiful”, he says against your skin and your heart flutters. Listening to his sweet words makes you feel more comfortable with him. You decide to take it a step further and place your hand over his pajama pants. You can feel his hardened member and you palm him softly and Sylus nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Y/n”, he softly moans your name and you don’t let up on your touch. You feel him slightly buck up into your hand which only makes you feel more confident in your movements. You go to tug on his pajama pants when his hand stops you quickly.

“Are you sure? I only want to do this if you want to”, he says out of breath. You have never seen this look on Sylus before. His eyes full of desire and his cheeks a shade of pink you can’t even miss with the small shine of moonlight glowing in your room.

“Yes, I trust you”, you reply and he quickly shifts your positions. Sylus moves over you and helps you lay comfortably on your back. He pulls the other strap of your nightgown down and pauses to look at you. You nod giving him the go ahead to remove it. He slowly pushes the straps down and helps you remove the nightgown entirely, leaving you in only your cotton pink panties with a little white bow. Sylus’ breath hitches and he cups your face again.

“What did I do to deserve you?”, he asks softly and leans down to kiss you again. The kiss is full of longing and lust. His hands move down to one of your breasts. He gently cups it and starts kneading it causing you to lightly arch your back. The feeling of his hands finally on you makes your arousal start to form. He moves his lips back down to your neck and then to your chest where he lightly kisses your other breast.

You gasp and whimper as he takes your nipple into his both and slightly sucks. The feeling so euphoric you feel like it isn’t real, it couldn’t be.

You reach down into his pajama pants to feel him again. The feeling of your small hand brushing against him makes him groan around your nipple. You take his shaft in your hand and slightly stroke him, precum already leaking from his tip.

He stops his torment on your chest and lays his forehead between your breasts, letting himself bask in the feeling. He moans against your skin and you stroke his hair with your other hand.

He looks up at you and takes your hand away from him. He kisses back up your chest and onto your cheek. He interlaces your fingers with his in both of his hands, laying beside your head.

“I have waited for you for so long. I want to be your world, just like how you’re mine. I love you y/n”, he says looking down at you with pure love written all over his face. You can’t help but smile at his words and you trace his cheek with your thumb, he closes his eyes at the feeling.

“Show me how much you love me Sylus”, you whisper and his right eye seems to turn to a brighter shade of red. Before you could say anything else his lips are back on yours and he tugs his pajama pants down.

“You have been my every thought, every single moment since the day we met”, he says breathlessly as he kicks his pants to the floor. You moan at his confession and you go to tug your panties down but he catches your hands first. He moves them away and he slips his fingers underneath the hem and slowly pulls them down.

He takes a moment to look at you, completely bare in front of him. You start to feel embarrassed so you close your legs a bit, but Sylus quickly opens them back up.

“Don’t hide from me, you don’t ever have to hide from me”, he says and positions himself between your legs. He tugs your waist closer to him and holds himself up with his other arm. You can feel him against you and you can’t help but thrust up to get some friction.

“Are you sure y/n?”, he asks softly before kissing you on your cheek.

“Yes, please”, you beg and he complies. He positions his tip at your entrance and slowly inches in. The feeling of him stretching you out delicious makes all the nerves in your body rapidly fire. Goosebumps raise on your skin, feeling unbelievably full of him.

You feel him gasp at first and then groan at the feeling of you enveloping him. You pulse round him and he could almost cum right then at the feeling. He finally bottoms out at the hilt and lets out a sigh.

“You okay?”he asks, cupping your cheek and you nod.

“Yes, please move Sy”, you say and he groans at the new nickname.

He slowly pulls out just to the tip and thrusts back in with a bit more force and speed. Your body arches off the bed and he catches your back with his hand. He holds you in place as he starts to move, his thrusts consistent as he finds a rhythm.

You try not to be too vocal but you can’t help it with the way he is making you feel. He is everywhere, not only all over your body but he is always on your mind. Everything has led up to this moment, every banter, every flirty comment, every gentle touch and caring thing he has ever done. You want him, not only for tonight but forever.

“You are everything, absolutely everything”, he says leaning down to pull you back into a passionate kiss. You both moan against each other's lips as you feel him pick up the pace.

You can feel every drag, every bit of him along you and it's the closest you have ever been to anyone. This isn’t just sex its pure love. Nothing and no one has made you feel this way before. You felt loved and you felt safe.

“Sylus, I’m-“, you try to warn him but his thrusts start to get more desperate and needy, cutting your thoughts off.

“I know kitten, let go. Let me feel you, please let me feel you”, he asks desperately. The feeling of him everywhere and his lustful words bring you to your climax. Your back arches, your chest flush against his. You flutter around him, milking him consistently. Your head feels light and you grab onto his back and you ride out your high.

Sylus cums soon after, working you through your orgasm set him off. You feel him unload inside you, thickness and warmth invading you and the feeling euphoric. His face is resting in the crook of your neck and his breathing is heavy. His chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. You stroke his back and he slumps on top of you, beads of sweat formed on his skin.

“I should have said it sooner, and I'm sorry you had to say it first. But I love you, more than you know. Will you stay with me? Will you be mine?”, he asks looking back into your eyes. You smile and kiss the tip of his nose.

“Yes Sylus, I’ll be yours”

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆꒷꒦꒷⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

a/n: hhheeeyyyyy so I know I was supposed to post my Xavier fluff first but I couldn’t help it this smut was on my mind so I had to write it first IM SORRY!

Xavier will be coming soon I promise, I won’t let my fellow Xavier girlies down <3 Also how was banner pulls for you guys? I R1d all of the guys oops :P

[psyfeye]

⋆｡°✩ crawling back to you; ryomen sukuna

★°。a love so beautifully toxic, it transcends centuries

do I wanna know 1 hour ver (this is what I listened to while writing highly recommend mhm)

★°。967 words, NOT proofread, (semi) SCRAP

★°。kinda angsty ig | toxic | suggestive (smut) | f!reader

★°。note(s): this was my first time writing actual smut so forgive me if it's bad I am a smut reader not writer 💔 saw an edit of the mom and dad from how to train your dragon to hozier's cover of do I wanna know and immediately thought what that song would be like if it was about a toxic relationship so here's a scrap this was written in about 2 hours so if there's any spelling/grammar errors pls forgive me !

sukuna's steps echoed through the corridor as he made his way to his bed chambers. he knew you'd be there, you always were. it was the same routine every time. you fight, someone storms off, and then a few days go by until one of you fold and come crawling back. it was a twisted game that had continued on for centuries at this point.

he swung the door open, eyes falling upon your figure perched on the edge of his bed.

"welcome back." his voice was rough, blunt, but deep down there was a hint of something else. he felt a warmth inside of him that he'd been ignoring since the day you waltzed into his life. a comfort in knowing you were safe, that you were home. but as always, he quickly brushed the feeling off before it could settle.

"enough is enough." you murmur, fidgeting with your hands in your lap. "we can't keep doing this, sukuna." you say, the words filling the room with even more tension.

he scoffs, stepping closer as he leans down, his face just inches from your own. "how pitiful." he laughs as he takes in the way you avoid his gaze. "so how do you plan to stop this then? hm? surely you have a solution prepared if you're willing to whine about it so confidently." he says tilting his head and raising his eyebrows mockingly.

"you don't have to be an asshole." you retort, eyes narrowing with a glare as you finally meet his gaze. his smirk gets wider when he recognizes the anger in your voice.

"must we have this conversation every time?" he says, crossing his arms over his chest. his shadow looming over your sitting figure. "you say we need to stop, I agree to disagree, and guess what happens next," he leans down, gripping your chin tightly. "you almost never leave, and the few times you do," he leans in closer, lips brushing against yours, "you always return."

he closes the gap between you, his grip on your chin loosening as his hand moves to cup your cheek. his touch rough, a collapsed thumb brushing over your cheekbone. his lips molded against yours, moving in perfect tandem, as that's what they were made for.

"if this isn't what you want, why do you return?" his voice is low, he dips down kissing and nipping at your neck as he helps you undress with ease. you knew deep down you should say no, let this vicious cycle end here.

but the way his hands moved down your body, practically tearing your clothing off. the way he guided your hand to the growing bulge in his pants before slipping them off with everything else. the way he looked at you as he slowly teased the head of his cock against your entrance, it made you forget why you ever wanted to leave him in the first place.

you hated that he was right, hated the way his touch still gave you butterflies after all this time, the very thought of it made you nauseous. yet in moments like this, the only thing you could think about was his large hands roaming your body. the way his lips feel against your collarbone, his breath warming your skin.

"you will never leave me." his deep voice rumbles into the crook of your neck as his arms wrap around your waist, his hips finding their pace as he finally bottoms out inside of you. "I will make sure of it," he captures your lips in another kiss, "I will find you, no matter where you try to hide. no matter who you try to beg to save you, it's no use." he rambles on as his hips speed up their pace, a shiver running down your spine.

your nails drag down his back, moans muffled against his shoulder. his words barely register in your mind, but you can tell by his tone that it's a promise. there's no where in this world Sukuna wouldn't go to find you, to bring you back to him, where you belong.

"we're destined for each other," he continued, his voice rough as his thrusts become sloppier, "even if I hate it." he gritted out, "even if you hate it."

he leans down, resting his forehead against yours, breath fanning over your face. "let go. submit to me, like you always do." his words no longer carried that familiar sharpness to them. instead they were replaced with a small sense of vulnerability that you'd never get used to hearing. almost like he was begging, pleading with you to just listen. but his strength still loomed over you, the glare in his eyes that reassured you what he'd do if you dared to even insinuate his weakness.

he groaned as he felt your walls flutter around his cock, angling his hips so he could hit that spot you love so much. he lets out a deep moan as your back arches, his head dropping back into the crook of your neck as his hips stuttered in their rhythm. his cock twitches inside of you, a moan of satisfaction leaves your lips as he fills you up.

"mine." he murmurs, his voice low and rough as his thrusts begin to slow. he lifts his head to lock his gaze with yours, his eyes narrow, possession filling them as he speaks, "you belong to me. do not forget that." his tone was sharp, leaving no room for second guessing

"what if I don't want to belong to you?" your voice comes out in a raspy whisper, your words shaky as you struggle to catch your breath. his gaze remains locked with yours, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

"bold of you to assume you have a choice."

+ extra extra note for the baddies:

sorry I went missing, life is crazy and I'm in college so you can probably imagine. anyways I hope you enjoyed, my posts may be slow and inconsistent but I could never forget about you divas <3 this is a scrap from January (or whenever this hozier cover was trending I can't remember) so lmk if there's any crazy spelling mistakes or something also my first written post being smutty is crazy goodnight

[littlelovelunette]

Catching Up

Mother!Ambessa Medarda x Childhood Friend!Reader

Concept.

Sex with actual plot, praising, strap, dacryphillia if you squint, Ambessa has a bush, implied aftercare, not proof read im sorry.

It was a silly crush, you told yourself. But was it really? You dreamt of being her woman. You dreamt of being her queen, to serve as the General's trophy wife would even suffice. But your heart broke into a million tiny pieces when you heard the news that she got pregnant with Mel. She'd once again slept with a guy, and this was the symbol of it, and although you didn't resent her for it— the heartbreak in your chest lingered.

Ambessa questioned you, "Why are you leaving Noxus all of a sudden? We grew up here!"

You sighed, eyes downcast, "I'm sorry, 'Bessa."

Ambessa wanted to yell at you, urge you to stay but she knew she didn't have that authority nor right over you. So instead she placed a hand over your shoulder, "Let me know if you ever need anything."

You looked up at her finally, "And you take care of yourself," your voice was choked from the sob building in your throat, your eyes shifted to her baby bump, "And your baby."

With your entire family on board with the decision, you left Noxus and moved into Piltover. It barely helped with the heartbreak but being away from Noxus... You slowly started to move on from Ambessa. But oh the woman that she was— strong, powerful, the right bit of feminine and she always knew whatever she wanted. The only person who knew about your feelings was your elder sister, Rosette.

"I still can't believe she settled for a daughter." Rosette said, pouring you a mug of coffee, "With a man," she snorted in disgust.

"Yeah... Men." You mumbled, taking the coffee with a silent 'thanks' before tossing two pieces of bread in the toaster. "Still bummed out. You'd think I gave her all the hints a lesbian can possibly give."

"Not your fault, sis," Rosette sighed, "Well, hey, maybe you can fall in love with the enforcers here instead, you seem to have a thing for those kinda people," she teasingly nudged your shoulder.

"Are you suggesting I'm a badge bunny?" You rolled your eyes with a scoff, "The enforcers here look like dogshit. Well, at least in my opinion."

"I get that," Rosette sat down opposite you, peeling an orange, "Well, you better finish up breakfast fast if you want to go for work."

"Mhm," you hummed, taking a mouthful of coffee and taking the toast out of the toaster gingerly. They were very hot.

"Hey, sweethearts," your mother emerged downstairs, setting down the newspaper she held in her hands, "Did you know Ambessa is coming to Piltover? Her daughter Mel has also grown so much, I've heard she's a Councilor."

You spat out your coffee. "What!?" Your eyebrows furrowed and you ripped the paper away from your mother's hand, reading it over and over. The one line that said that Ambessa was rumoured to come to the Piltover for... Confidential reasons.

"Do you want to go meet her?" Rosette asked, "I could always call your boss and tell him you're at bedrest and sick."

You looked at Rosette and then back at the paper. "I... I wanna catch up with her. It's been years... And thanks."

You slowly put the paper down and abandoned the cup of coffee there on the table. Your appetite was suddenly gone, worry replacing your guts. You didn't know if this was a good idea or not. After all, you did have feelings for the woman. Dulled but still there. Even over the span of time that had passed, Ambessa Medarda wouldn't ever leave your heart.

"is she gonna be okay?" Your mother took a seat at the dining table and looked at Rosette.

"I hope." She stared after you as you disappeared into the confines of your room, isolating yourself from your family.

The thoughts in your head were far too loud for your liking and you didn't know how to set this up. Ambessa was the great warlord of Noxus, feared by all and even though you both grew up together— the stark difference of your position as a minimum wage worker Piltovian and hers as a Noxian warlord rubbed you the wrong way.

The shower turned off, and you stepped outside with a towel wrapped around your body. Your eyes hooked on the dress that hung from the hanger limply. It was a mini dress with puff sleeves and a square neckline, adorned with floral designs. Nothing too fancy and nothing too simple.

"You look beautiful." Ambessa said, offering her hand as she led you into the fine dining space she'd asked you to join her for lunch at.

"So do you," you sat opposite her, smiling as you leaned over the desk, "So, how's maternal life treating you?"

"Challenging, but I wouldn't trade it for the world," Ambessa examined the wine in her glass before she sipped it with a very judgemental look in her golden eyes.

You giggled, "I see, still rising to the challenge. You must be very proud of Mel."

Ambessa's jaw set tight and you knew this was a sensitive topic so you didn't press further. Her silence was enough for the both to you to get the gist— it was time to change conversation topic.

"I'm surprised you're not married and settled down already," Ambessa said, glancing at you, "Why's that?"

"I guess my standards are pretty high," you muttered, nervously playing with the ring on your finger, "And... I want someone who cares and cherishes their family as much as I do."

Ambessa's eyebrow raised, but you went on.

"I want someone to really put effort into keeping our future family safe given all the wars and conflicts surrounding us," you rested your head in your hand. "But I guess it's hard to trust people now a days."

Ambessa smirked slightly, taking a slow sip of her wine. "I see."

"So much has happened since I left Noxus," you crossed your legs and giggled, shaking your head, "I never could've imagined how hard it could've been, moving into a place where I knew nobody."

"I always questioned why you left," Ambessa said solemnly before smiling, "I guess, I still question it from time to time."

You wanted to tell her the truth. How it hurt you when you heard she was once again sleeping with a man. You wanted to be the one she'd be with. The one she'd give her time to. You were happy for her. But you weren't happy for you. And it was selfish, so you didn't find the courage to tell her so. You didn't before...

"Do you still... I don't know, hate me for it?" You asked, looking at her through your lashes.

Ambessa chuckled, the sound deep and rich but it held some sort of pain you couldn't place. "Yeah, sometimes."

You reached your hand forward, holding hers. Your thumb rubbed against her knuckles. "'Bessa... There's something I haven't told you all these years, not in letters or in person. I've never... Known how to phrase it and now it's getting harder and harder to contain it..."

"What is it?" Ambessa's eyebrows furrowed, contorting in confusion as she braced herself mentally for whatever bomb you might drop.

"I actually used to like you." You grinned in a giddy way, looking down at your lap, "I used to absolutely fancy you. And it hurt me so much that you were seeing men," you sighed, "But I knew I should've been happy for you, you were so cheerful after you got pregnant with Mel, that's the happiest I'd ever seen you."

Ambessa still didn't say anything so you continued.

"I know, I know. You deserve a better friend. That's why, I decided I'd move away from Noxus so my feelings didn't get in the way of our friendship. And I'm sorry if I hurt you by doing that." You didn't say anything further, staring at her to gauge her response.

"Do you still feel that way?" Ambessa asked, her voice quieter this time. This tone was always only reserved for you. You looked down, not meeting her eyes. Ambessa didn't want to assume, her hand holding your tighter now, she pressed on, "Please, tell me."

You looked at her, blushing immensely. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of your own face before you gave her a subtle, shy nod.

Ambessa gave you a triumphant smile, pouring herself more wine, "I guess, we can take this to the bed chambers then."

You gave her an eyebrow raise, "Is that right?" Your tone took a suggestive edge.

Ambessa's hands were all over you by the time you both made it last the bed chambers. You giggled as she palmed your breasts like a starved animal, nipping at your neck needily. Her big hands encircled around you as she pushed you onto the bed.

"What are you gonna do to me?" You asked, watching as she got up, and started removing each article of her clothing.

"That depends on what you want me to do to you, love." Ambessa answered, reaching to gently unzip your dress, pulling it off your body. You were in a white lingerie underneath. With the way Ambessa gawked at you, as if this was the most shocking sight in the world, you blushed.

"Don't stare..." You giggled shyly and tried to cover yourself. Ambessa blocked your arms from doing so.

"Don't. You're beautiful," she took a breath, "I'm just mesmerized."

You smiled a little, eyes fixed on her gorgeous muscular body. She leaned down and pulled a big red strap from the bedside drawer, putting it on herself.

"'Bessa that's really big," you muttered.

"You'll still take it for me, doll, no?" Ambessa smirked a little and lined the strap against your slit.

"Mhm, I'll take every inch," you said, gasping when the first few inches of the strap slipped into your pussy.

You were no stranger to sex, but the feeling something penetrating you after years of not being touched properly... It was sure interesting. You moaned softly, head tossing to the sight as you tried to take it without breaking a sweat. Ambessa noticed the way you tensed up, her hand resting on the bulge her huge cock produced on your stomach.

"Breathe easy," she rubbed the bulge, golden eyes trained on you as if she'd known your body forever, "In... And out."

You nodded, trembling a little as you tried to breathe deeply. Ambessa slipped the strap out all the way before slamming it back inside with an obscenely loud squelch. You yelped— the sound a mixture of a moan and a squeak. The strap was too big for your tiny hole.

You groaned when she bottomed out, Ambessa's hands squeezing your sides, "There we go, angel, you're doing well for me. Taking all of this big dick."

She cooed at you as if she wasn't splitting you open on her strap. Your tears rolled past your temples and soaked the pillow case as your hand tangled in her hair. "Please, it's too much," you begged.

Ambessa's hips pistoned perfectly, her experience showing as she continued ramming into you, your hole stretched deliciously around her huge silicone cock, slick running down the base of it everytime she pulled out of you. You were so wet, it was no wonder she slipped in so easily.

"Bessa!" You cried out when Ambessa rolled your nipple between her thick fingers, smirking down at your tear-stained face, her pace never ceasing.

Your eyes closed tightly as Ambessa slammed inside your hole again, she was in so deep her pubic hair brushed against your clit, only heightening your pleasure by doing so.

"That's it, my princess." Ambessa said and that was enough to make the coil in your tummy snap. Your back arched off the bed and you squirted all over the strap and Ambessa's abs.

"C-cumming!" You cried out loudly.

"There we go, my beautiful angel," Ambessa cooed in your ear gently easing the strap out of you. "Let's clean up, yeah, princess?"

[starlighthosh]

My favorite flavour - c.sc

Pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, a lot of smut, MDNI!!, switch!reader, switch!seungcheol, big dick!seungcheol, oral (m.receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe y’all), dirty talk, both very needy, breeding kink, degradation, swearing, a bit size kink, kinda voyeur, reader is a tease

Content: today you wanted to test how long it takes for Seungcheol to snap at your provocations. Sadly for him, the other members were around. But after taking the right opportunity, he finally gets what he’s been wanting.

Word count: 1,8k

You loved cherries. Everything inside your apartment was cherry scented. Your parfums, shampoo, lip balm, skin care, even your drinks. The fruity and sweet taste left you feral every time you smelled or tasted it. You also call yourself the ultimate cherry lover.

So now, it only makes sense that you also started dating a cherry. The biggest one ever, literally. And his name was Choi Seungcheol. Since you’ve met him, everything changed for you. Suddenly you weren’t that independent strong woman. Well, you still are, just not with him. The way his big beefy arms hug you while your head rests on his breathtaking chest. It all made you loose your mind step by step.

Oh and the sex, yes it was amazing. More than that even. The way he manhandles you in the position he wants you in. Whispering sweet nothings to you while fucking you into another timeline. Everything was perfect. You were his. Truly.

But you also had a different side to you. Most of the times Seungcheol was on top, treating you like his own playdoll. You loved it, of course. On some days though you just wanted to.. test his limits. And today was one of those.

You two planned on spending the day with the other members and also inviting them to your home afterwards. Not all of them agreed due to schedules, but you still had a lot of fun together.

Well, you did. Seungcheol looked like he was about to crash the fuck out. The whole day you’ve been teasing him with all kinds of stuff, knowing exactly what effect that has on him. From putting on his favorite red top and wearing the cherry parfume he bought you for your birthday (one of a lot of gifts), to secretly grinding on him, feeling the giant bulge against you ass. And all he could do was nuzzle into your back to hide his need from the other members.

“Hyung, are you okay?” Dino asked sitting next to him.

No he wasn’t. His face was burning red, eyes glassy and under the pillow a big fat cock waiting to be freed.

“Yeah” he said. Not even looking at Dino. But hold on. This is the perfect chance to finally making them leave.

“Actually, no” “no?” Dino looked at him with surprised concern. Seungcheol looked over to you and you knew exactly what he was thinking.

“No, I’m kinda feeling a bit sick right now. I think I need to get some rest” haha rest my ass. The following hour will have nothing to do with resting.

“Alright, then I think we should leave now. It’s also getting late. Come on guys” all of them stood up and hugged you a goodbye.

You didn’t even fully closed the door yet and suddenly you’re pressed against the wall. Seungcheols lips on yours, his body completely surrendering you. The kiss is filled with so much need, desperation and whimpering.

“You were really testing me today” Seungcheol breathed in between the make out session. “I wanted to see how much you can take before you snap and fuck me till I can’t walk anymore” “God, I fucking love you”

The next second you’re both split naked on the couch. You on top of him grinding down to his arousal. Seungcheol can’t help but moan while sucking on your nipples and marking your ass with his grip on you. “Baby, I can’t take it anymore. I need you so bad. Please” he looks up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Oh, poor little baby. Then let me take care of you”

You slowly make your way down to him, kissing from his jaw down to his neckline, his abs, leaving wet kisses all over him till you reached his cock. It was red and covered with pre cum, glowing with arousal. And also, it was so so big. You could cum just by the sight of it.

With one more look up to his needy face, you take him in your mouth. Normally you start with just the tip, already filling up your whole mouth, but since you were feeling a little funny today, you took all of him. All at once. He let out a surprised moan, already trembling by your touch and the warmth of your mouth. “Fuck baby, you’re absolutely out of your mind”

You slowly start bopping your head, each bop getting faster certain to make him cum real fast, so you can finally taste that beautiful dick not just inside your mouth, but also in your dripping pussy. He certainly was so big, tears streamed down your face. But stopping? No, never. That dick was your favorite. If you could, you would suck him off every free second, just tasting the sweet juice that comes out of him. You could swear it also tasted like cherry. Your favorite flavour.

“Shit.. ah.. I-I’m gonna cum baby” his moans became progressively louder. The way his dick was twitching in your mouth and his grip in your hair became harder, told you he was close. So it was your time to make sure he feels every second of it. You went even faster, massaging his balls, moaning around his cock. Yeah, you were the only one that could make him feel like this.

It only took one more look up to him, catching his eyes and he came straight into your mouth. The room filled with his pretty moans and his whole body shaking. You continue sucking him, making sure you get every drip of liquor. After you finally free him, you take one of his hands and wipe off some cum in the corner of your mouth, sucking on his fingers. It just tasted so god damn good.

He kissed you again, tasting himself on your lips and he could cum again just from that. “Okay you had your fun, now it’s my turn to make you feel good” Seungcheol quickly moved you under him, still kissing you breathless. You felt his hard dick on your thigh, whimpering in need to finally feel him. “You want to feel this dick huh? You’re such a pathetic slut” you huffed at that. Wasn’t he the one moaning like a pathetic slut just a minute ago?

He positioned his tip at your entrance, teasing it a bit. “Fuck, you’re already so wet, just for me?” you hummed in agreement to that “Since you’ve been being so bratty today, I’m sure you can also take it all from the start”

He undertoned the last syllable with his dick thrusting balls deep into you. You screamed at the sudden stretch from his cock, feeling like you’re being ripped apart. Your walls clenching around him and your eyes shut by the pain and pleasure. He takes one hand and grabs your neck. Not too hard but still firm. “Look at me baby. Look into my eyes while I fuck the living shit out of you. Shit, you’re so tight”

You only manage to let out a whimper, still star struck by the feeling of his cock. He pulls out of you till his tip is only left inside you. And with one swift thrusts into you again. Another cry comes out of you. “Yeah, you’re such a whore for me” he says with a grin. He then starts to thrust into you in a rapidly rising rhythm. The pleasure you feel from it is immaculate. The room is now filled with your moans and cries and the skin to skin clapping.

“Cheollie, fuck me, make me yours and cum inside me” you manage to say in between your moans, barely above a whisper. That’s it for him, he does not need to hear that twice. His lips meet yours again in a messy kiss and he’s now going at a lightning speed. The grip on your neck getting tighter again. “Cum for me. Cum around my cock, I want to feel it”

He moves his free hand to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. The additional pleasure makes you throw your head back into the pillow. Your cries becoming even louder. Seungcheol carefully watches the part where you two connect, listening to your beautiful sounds and the wet noises from your pussy. “That’s right, let the neighbors hear exactly how I make you feel” he said with a smug grin.

“cheol.. I’m gonna cum. Fuck I’m gonna cum” with one last moan of his name, you cum. Your whole body trembling, your head fallen back showing your neck to him. Cheol swears it’s the most beautiful sight for him ever. His hips stuttering for a second and his dick twitching inside of you, while still pounding the life out of you.

While you (tried to) calm down from your high, Seungcheols almost reached its breaking point. “I love you so much. You’re mine. Look at me when I cum inside of you. Look at how I fucking breed you” his voice thick with arousal, sweat drops dripping down on you and his eyes are filled with hunger and lust.

He thrusted into you a few more times and then also came right into you. His eyes never leaving yours, looking down at you with an opened mouth and furrowed eyebrows. His moans were quite literally music to your ears. But besides what you saw in front of you, the sensation of what’s happening inside you was immaculate. His hot cum filling you up, mixing together with your own.

He collapsed on top of you, still heavy breathing and buried deep inside you. Both of your cum leaking out of you, messing up the couch, but you didn’t cared. You both just layed there for a while, no one even moving an inch. His presence and body weight on top of you almost made you drift off into dreamland, but then Seungcheol moved. He pulled out of you with a low groan. His dick covered with your cum. He could bust again just by the sight of it.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed” he reached out for you hand and pulled you up. Your lips connecting again in a soft but deep kiss, sending you spiraling. “I don’t think I can walk anymore” Cheol laughed at that. He carefully picked you up and brought you to the bathroom, where he continued to clean you up. Your sexy times were really intense, but the aftercare was even better. It just made you feel so cherished and loved.

You looked at him with big puppy eyes. “What’s wrong love?” he asked you, a bit concerned. “I love you Cheollie. Always” “I love you too y/n”. You both layed down in bed, after putting on some pyjamas. Lips meeting again as a goodnight, before you nuzzled into his chest surrounded by his arms. Lips curled into a soft smile while you fell asleep.

It wasn’t the cherries. It was him. He was your favorite flavour.

Authors note:

Remember, all the actions in this are purely created by me and not real. I hope you enjoyed it. Requests are open!

[cup1dluvhss]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ YOUR ANNOYING NEIGHBOUR (P2), written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊a couple weeks after your interaction with your loud neighbour, you come across him once again in an elevator.

| warnings: flirting, kinda fluff, swearing

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it had been around two weeks since you had finally snapped on your neighbour and marched over to his apartment, and you were happy to say that he had been moderately well behaved.

yes there was still noise, but it wasn’t as bad as it was, and you appreciated that he was making an effort to keep it to a minimum. however, you still hated him with a passion.

you could sense there’d be another stressful day ahead of you as you stepped out the door of your apartment, bag slung over your shoulder and the books you couldn’t fit into it in both of your arms. you had barely any time to get ready, look over your materials to prepare for your classes, and you were feeling like staying home and rotting in your bed all day.

you approached the elevator and hit the button, sighing slightly as the doors opened, your frame stepping inside and pressing the button for the ground floor. the doors were just about closing until a hand slotted itself in between them, and they opened again.

there he was. after two weeks, you had seen him again, and he was just as attractive as you remembered him. he grunted awkwardly as he stood next to you, a tension between your bodies lingering in the air.

‘so—’

‘don’t.’

you said firmly, flicking some of your hair over your shoulder as his brown eyes glanced at you for a moment, observing your expression.

‘still mad at me, are we?’ he said cockily, as if the reason you were mad at him wasn’t completely reasonable.

‘uh—yeah? you think toning down the noise by point five percent is something i should be grateful for? what do you want me to do, get on my knees for you?’ you scoffed, your tone firm and assertive as an expression of amusement crossed his face.

‘i wouldn’t say no.’ he said, clenching his jaw slightly as you furrowed your brows at him before shaking your head, your eyes growing heavy.

‘your so annoying, you know that?’ you said, turning your body to face him as he replicated your action, crossing his arms over his chest.

‘well, if i wasn’t so annoying then i wouldn’t have met you.’ he said, his words tumbling out of his mouth so easily as you felt your heart begin to thump faster and faster.

‘shut up.’ you muttered, turning back to face the elevator doors.

‘you wanna tell me your name?’ he asked you, his voice low and husky as you rolled your eyes, your bottom lip catching between your teeth.

‘it’s y/n. will you leave me alone now?’ you seethed just as the elevator doors opened, and you were now free from him, much to your delight.

‘no promises, y/n.’ he called after you almost tauntingly as you stormed out of the elevator, a red tint to your cheeks and a fast heart which you were trying so desperately hard to ignore.

you shouldn’t be feeling this way. he’s your neighbour, and he’s arrogant, and he clearly thinks he can have his way with anyone. but yet, you still couldn’t manage to get rid of the butterflies swarming in your stomach.

[rueclfer]

evergreen

𖤓 part xii. | series m.list | prev | part xiii.

touya’s phone is swiped out of his hands and onto the floor by a dirty wet rag. his head whips to the other side of the room to find you staring right back at him, white knuckled with another rag in hand.

“if i stopped caring, this would be easier for the both of us?” you repeat, taking stepping closer, “are you fucking kidding me?”

he’d be lying if he said that there wasn’t something surging through his body as he watches you storm over to him, abandoning your caddy of cleaning products. was it fear? excitement? attraction?

you throw the rag down against touya’s chest. he watches it fall onto the ground between his legs before snapping his gaze back up to you.

he says nothing for a moment, and instead adjusts himself on the bench of the wooden lunch table. you watch him lean back, cross his arms across his chest, and prop his ankle over his knee with nothing but a smug smile on his face.

he couldn’t bite back the smirk- not even when you looked like you were ready to kill him at this moment.

“i said what i said.” he shrugs.

you lunge at him.

this isn’t you. you’re not the type of person to get into physical altercations. you both know that. last night you couldn't even look at touya after the embarrassment of crying in front of him, but now you wanted to throw him into the ground.

your venom usually comes from your tongue, not your fists, but there's been something brewing inside of you since the summer started and now that you’re here with a two week grounding at your grown age, you’ve come to the conclusion that you have nothing left to lose. 

“it’d be easier,” you grab him by the collar of his shirt, balling the fabric in your fists as you push him into the table, “if you knew how to be honest and communicate instead of being a fucking coward and tip-toeing around the conversation we’re going to eventually have to have anyways.”

you hated how his eyes were gleaming. it was obvious he was enjoying himself, and seeing this reaction out of you may have been the highlight of his summer so far.

“we had that conversation, didn't we?” he cocks his head to the side with a lazy smile.

you shake him a little- tugging him back and forth before digging the edge of the table into his back again.

“stop looking at me like that,” you scold, "take me seriously."

“and there’s that scowl,” he mutters.

the more heat that prickles up your neck, the tighter you grip onto his t-shirt.

“can’t you be fucking normal and have a conversation with me? a serious one? or do you drop off the face of the earth and suddenly lose all of your comprehension skills?”

“well, fuck, sweetheart. when you’re screaming in my face and manhandling me like this, you make it kinda hard to concentrate.”

“you’re impossible,” you scoff, throwing him away from your grasp.

you stand up straight and take a step back, huffing out a breath of annoyance.

you and touya look at each other in silence. you watch him readjust his wrinkled and stretched collar while he watches the blood pool back into your hands. you still have that scowl on your face, and for a second you look like you’re a kid again- post tantrum, pouty, and ready to take your frustrations out on him when you don't get your way.

“there really is nothing?” you exasperated “you grew up and this is just the way that you are now? you turn seventeen and decide that nothing matters to you anymore?”

“seventeen,” he repeats, “is complicated and nothing that i want to talk about.”

not even to me?

there’s still a part of you that still feels bonded to touya no matter how many conversations you’ve had with yourself about letting him go. as if the feeling of being kids together will never leave you, even when he’s sitting right in front of you as living proof that it’ll never be that again.

“would you have ever reached out if you didn’t end up here this summer?” the question slips out of your mouth. you weren’t sure if you really wanted to know, but judging from the flash of shock on his face, you probably already knew the answer. “since you said you didn’t have a choice.”

touya presses his lips together into a tight line.

“yeah,” he sighs, “probably. eventually. i think.”

you slowly nod your head, “and what would you say?”

he blows out a long breath of air through his teeth and shifts himself in his seat, the wooden bench suddenly becoming uncomfortable.

“that i’m sorry? i guess?” he says under his breath.

all the time that had passed, and he still couldn’t get a grip on his words. something about his uncomfort with being vulnerable was comforting for you in a way, like it was the first nostalgic moment you’ve had with touya all summer.

“right,” you scoff, backtracking towards your side of the cafeteria. “nothing like the present, touya. five years later and i’m still waiting for that apology whenever you’re ready. or an explanation. or literally anything to make this summer less shitty than it already is.”

“lotta pressure for a guy like me, don’t you think?” he chuckles, standing up and grabbing his phone off the ground.

“call it accountability. we’re both adults now aren’t we?”

clearly, he thinks to himself, watching you grab your caddy and head towards the exit.

“have fun with the bathrooms,” you call out, throwing your middle finger over your shoulder before the door slams shut behind you.

a/n: drops this and runnnssss!!!! y/n: *screaming at touya spitting in his face about to break his jaw* touya: whoa *blushing* lmmmmaaaooo hi everyoneeee this is the slowest burn i've ever slowburned i need to move shit aasssaappp like 12 parts in and they haven't even had the TALK yet im abt to start losing it and make them makeout sloppy style behind the grimy bathroom shed

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[barefoothighlander]

Can I request Simon Riley x wife reader

Subby Simon just got back home from deployment and wanting his wife to take care of him makes him come so hard he screams and passes out wakes up to his wife doing aftercare with him and making him his favorite food.

yes of course, forgive me I really do not know how to write sub!simon but i will do my best. not proofread

warnings: mdni (18+), est relationship, sub!simon, creampie, unprotected pinv, oral (m rec), orgasm delay? kinda cum sharing?

Simon's body aches, his muscles screaming at him for rest as he steps through the door of your shared house, dropping his bag by the door as he turns an ear to listen for you.

You can hear his steps as he makes his way toward you, your head turning to peer at him as you close the fridge door. A smile creeps across your lips when you see his form in the hallway, your body moving toward him quickly, arms wrapping around his body in a hug.

"You're home."

"I missed you, doll."

He grunts as his arms release you from his hold, noticing the tension in his body you step back, concern covering your face.

"Im alright, just tired, little sore" He says

"Well we cant have that can we", a knowing smirk replacing the concern on your face. You take his hand, leading him further into the home, toward the bed.

"What're you up to?" He jokes, following behind you

"Just wanna help you relax a little, take some of the stress out of those big muscles"

He huffs, sitting down on the bed as you stand between his knees, his hands reaching for his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks. "You gonna let me take care of you?"

He nods his hands moving to your waist as you lower you body, lips meeting his in a kiss full of heat. Your tongue teases as his lips as it enters, deepening the kiss, your hand moving to palm his member over his jeans, relishing in the small moan that escapes his lips.

He gets hard almost immidietly, your touch driving him crazy as he chases your lips, you part from him, moving back and lowering yourself. He helps you to shift his jeans from his body, taking his briefs with them and freeing his member, the tip already leaking as you tease your hand along it.

"Christ love" He grunts and you look at him through your lashes.

You place a chaste kiss to his tip and his hips twitch, your tongue teasing along his length as his hand moves to your head, you grab his wrist with your free hand, pinning it to the bed and he follows your instructions, keeping his hands to himself.

"Let me take care of you baby"

You lap at his cock, you tongue sliding along it as you welcome it into your mouth, hand pumping his length forcing sighs from Simons throat, his sounds egging you on.

"Fuck love, m'gonna-"

You pull off him with a pop, your lips plump and spit dribbling from your mouth as your hands push his torso back, laying him flat against the bed.

"Not yet, don't cum until I say so"

Simon nods, his hands resting on the bed as you strip your own clothes, climbing to straddle him, your dripping cunt rubbing against his sensitive cock, making his body twitch as you grind against his tip.

"You're too good to me baby, just wanna make you feel good" You coo in his ear, teeth nipping at his flesh. His digits grip at your skin as you grind onto him, his hips chasing yours.

You lift your body, lining him up with your entrance before sliding down on his length in one motion, taking his full cock into you, filling your pussy with a delicious stretch.

"Fuck love, you feel so good" Simon moans

You drag your nails across his chest, rising and sinking onto his length as shallow breaths escape his throat, you grind your hips into him, stretching your pussy along his length, soaking his cock.

His tip grinds against your sweet spot and you clench around him, making him elicit a whimper, your hands moving to his neck and softly wrapping around the flesh with a light squeeze at his pulse point.

"Feel so good baby, filling my pussy, you wanna cum in me? wanna mark me as yours? ruin me for anyone else?" you coo in his ear. Simon grunts against your flesh, his teeth biting into your shoulder as you lean over his large frame, making you moan, his hips chasing yours as you ride him.

You sit up, pressing your palms flat against his chest as you raise your body up and down, knees bracketing his body as you ride him harder, you watch his head press back into the bed, his body growing tighter as his release reaches close.

"god you feel amazing baby, i missed you so much, can you feel it, how much I missed you, how wet I am for you?"

His eyes catch yours and his face constricts, his grip on you tightening.

"Thats it baby, let go, give it to me, want you to fill my pussy"

You squeeze him, his cock driving deeper into you as you ride him, fingers dragging at his flesh, leaving streaks of red in their wake.

"M'gonna cum"

"Not just yet, I want you to cum with me Si"

You grind your body against him, his cock reaching impossibly deep inside you, your clit grazing along his trimmed hair as you chase your own high. You feel the wave begin to crest over you and you sit up straighter, your body moving back as your hand rests against his thigh, the other reaching behind to palm at his balls, squeezing as Simon moans, his body rigid against the bed.

"Fuck Si, Im gonna cum, want you to finish with me, fill my pussy"

He grunts out a curse, his hips twitching against you as his seed shoots from him, your orgasm crashing over you as cum floods your pussy.

"Fuck" He yells, hiis throat coarse and dry, the moans escaping are load and crude, your body clenching on him, milking his cock for every drop as his body relaxes against the bed, his skin red and gleaming with sweat as you move off of him, kneeling before him as your tongue laps at his cock. His body convulsing as you lick the leaking fluid from his member, his tip red and swollen. His hands reach for you, a string of moans falling from his tired lips.

You raise your body, lips near his, connecting in a kiss, the taste of your shared spend flooding into his mouth as his hands reach for your face, holding your cheeks. You usher him into the bed, laying your head against his chest as you trace patterns into his skin, his eyes fluttering. You lay in comfortable silence as you hold each other, your bodies practically melting into one.

Simon falls asleep quickly after that, sleep coming easier than it has in months, its a few hours before he wakes to the smell of cooking, his body still liquid from your previous activities. Slowly he rises from the bed, following the scent from the kitchen and finds you standing in front of the stove wearing one of his shirts, the fabric hanging from your shoulder.

"Should be done soon" You say without turning around.

He moves behind you, his arms snaking around your waist as he plants a kiss on your shoulder. You divvy out the food on plates, nodding toward the chairs where Simon moves to sit down, you place the plate in front of him before taking your own spot, watching as greedily eats at the food.

"I'm glad you're finally home Si" You say, a contented smile on your face. He leans across the table, his lips meeting yours as he kisses you, his worries and tenseness melted away.

[forgan-forge]

I had surgery a couple days ago, and as a whump writer, I, of course, had to take notes.

So, here’s a bullet list of my experience, for writing purposes or otherwise. I, for one, love putting my characters in hospitals. Also good notes for anxiety about upcoming surgeries, I guess.

Happy writing, my fellow angst-enthusiasts!

Pre-Op:

No eating for 8 hours before the surgery, no drinking for 2-3.

They make you sanitize yourself with chlorhexidine wipes, and they give you a very bad-tasting mouthwash. I had to swab my nose, too, with antiseptic. They make you take everything off and change into a gown. No piercings, either. The chlorhexidine kinda makes your skin yellow. It’s kinda sticky, too.

A bunch of questions when you get back to pre-op, like what meds you’re on, confirming what surgery you’re having and why, what you ate and when you ate it. (Same for drinking.) This gets repeated a lot between different nurses and the anesthesiologist.

They start an IV line early, pretty much as soon as you’re in the bed, mine was attached to fluids which dripped while I was waiting to be wheeled back.

They give a relaxative through IV right before wheeling you back to the operating room. Sometimes they’ll give nausea medicines, too.

Equipment:

5 ECG leads on chest and abdomen.

Heart moniter on index finger.

Blood pressure cuff, usually on the arm opposite of the IV. It’s sometimes set on a timer, other times they’ll activate it manually.

They put a nasal cannula with oxygen in your nose, it’s kind of annoying and the air coming through it is dry and cool. In most cases, they’ll intubate you while under, and you’ll wake up with a sore throat. Other times, a mask is used. I’ve had all three (I think)

In the OR:

They wheel you back on your bed.

They move you (or in most cases, you move yourself) from the bed to the operating table. After the operation is done, they move you back onto the bed because you’ll still be unconscious.

There are huge lights above the operating table, and they look threatening, but by the time you’re back there, you’ll be so out-of-it you probably won’t care.

Most anesthesiologists will ask you to count down from 100 or 10. You’re usually out after 3 counts.

Recovery:

You wake up in the recovery wing, I woke up twice before actually waking up for good. Nurse will attend to you once you’re conscious.

Most patients wake up shortly after anesthesia is stopped.

For all my surgeries, I woke up confused and unsure if the surgery already happened or not. It’s like time traveling. You won’t really know where you are, the first thing I registered was the nasal cannula and the blankets stacked on top of me.

Really groggy when waking up.

Limbs feel really heavy and awkward to move, I stumbled around a lot.

Some dizziness and general uncoordination.

They ask you what you want to drink, I chose Sprite, but they offered juice and water.

They had to wheelchair me out, which I assume is true for most outpatient procedures.

Most modern anesthesia effects wear off in about an hour (but it really depends on your metabolism)

You’ll probably want to sleep the rest of the day, and depending on what pain meds you’re on, you’ll be high whilst taking them.

Someone has to be with you for the first 24 to 48 hours.

Depending on where the procedure was, the skin there will be yellow/orange where they applied iodine. Showering unattended is probably not a good idea for the first day.

Nausea is a common side effect of anesthesia.

Some other notes for anesthesia: it’s like, really weird. They basically paralyze your entire body, and you don’t dream while under. While some people describe general anesthesia effects as a sort-of high, I don’t really think it equates. I was just really confused, I remember having to undress in front of a nurse and I didn’t really care because my brain wasn’t quite working. Honestly, I don’t remember much from the rest of that day. Your passage of time is kinda fucked, the drive home always feels like a blink. I guess it feels more like being drunk, at least for the type I was on. If I was on pain meds, I’m sure it would’ve been different.

Another note: emergency or urgent operations obviously differ, especially if the patient is unconscious. Assessment is a lot quicker, and stabilization is needed before surgery. Diagnostics are needed right after assessment, rather than scheduled pre-surgery for elective operations. Stabilization may occur immediately after assessment, and sterilization is done in the OR. If a patient is incoherent, family is contacted for consent and info. You’ll either go to the PACU or ICU depending on your condition. (Source: I write angst. A lot of angst. Also, I’ve actually had an urgent surgery. It’s a long story. I don’t go near playgrounds anymore.)

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 1: sleepovers

Read under cut or on ao3! Prompts by @forlorn-crows

Ifrit asks aether who he has a crush on during a game.

Featuring 700 words of: truth or dare, ifrit is kinda stupid but we love him, i love writing early ifrit and aether as frat bros, they’re besties your honor, ifrit can’t make popcorn

“You didn’t even pop it?” Aether cocked an eyebrow at ifrit as he threw a package of microwave popcorn onto his lap, setting two cans of soda on the nightstand.

“I’m a fire ghoul, why the hell would I pop it downstairs and let it get cold?”

Ifrit crawled onto the bed grabbing the package off of aethers lap, picking at the plastic around it. Aether reached over him for his own drink. The can was a little warm, ifrit was sometimes bad at controlling his element. Should’ve asked him to grab a cup of ice but it wasn’t a huge deal. He took the plastic scraps and threw them into the small trash can by the bed.

“Didn’t omega tell you to stop using your magic for things that weren’t important? Tell me you at least grabbed a bowl” aether sighed. He knew ifrit didn’t, watching him hold the bag in his hands as it rapidly expanded. Ifrit stared at it intensely, mouthing numbers, no doubt counting the seconds between pops as if he was actually using the microwave. Aethers tried to explain to him it doesn’t work the same, ifrit never listens though. It makes him feel useful.

“No bowl. Omegas a stick in the mud. It’s faster this way too, look! Have some”

Aether rolled his eyes, sticking his hand into the bag and throwing a couple pieces into his mouth, wincing at the bitter taste.

“Ifrit this is burnt”

“Wow. God forbid a woman make a mistake” ifrit grabbed the bag back from him, shoving his own hand up into his mouth. He tried not to make it obvious he also couldn’t stand the taste, powering through to eat a couple more pieces before abandoning the bag between them.

“You’re not even …. Whatever.” Aether sighed “movie?”

“We always watch a movie. Can we play a game or something? We could even do each other's nails, have a spa bath or something.”

“A game? You want to play fucking truth or dare or something like kits-“

“Yeah!” Ifrit interrupted him, perking up at the mention. Aether furrowed his brow at him. There was no way he was serious right? Judging by the smile on his face and the way he turned to sit up facing aether, no, he wasn’t joking. “Ok, truth or dare?”

“You genuinely want to play?” There was a pause before ifrit nodded like it was completely obvious, “fine, truth”

“Boring. Who do you have a cruuushhhhh on?” Ifrit sang, hands in his lap and wiggling happily like a little girl.

“Dare.” Aether quickly corrected himself. A stupid blush was no doubt rising to his cheeks. The game was stupid anyways, truly he could just lie until he got bored and relented to a movie and some cuddles or something.

“Absolutely not. Answer the question, come on it’s not like it’s a secret”

“Fuck you asshole” aether scoffed as if ifrit wasn’t entirely correct, “no one thanks. Why, do you have one or something?”

“It’s obvious it’s dewdrop. You start tripping over yourself when he’s around.” Ifrit snicked

“You dodged my question”

“You dodged mine!”

Aether huffed, taking another bite of cold burnt popcorn as if it might taste better this time. Ifrit may be an idiot but god did that boy know how to read people.

“Maybe. Since you already know apparently. You can’t fucking tell him though ifrit i swear to god-“

“I won’t! It’s sweet. I don’t see him act nice to most but he’s always nice to you. Just thought I’d point it out”

Aether quickly took a sip of his drink, using it as a break to think for a second. There was no way dew liked him back, that shit head was in a different sisters room most nights. Hope sparked in his chest anyways.

“Your turn fritter, cough it up”

Ifrit laughed, leaning back against the pillows and crossing his hands in front of him in thought. He had a small smile on his face, swinging the leg that was hanging off the bed.

“Zephyr. They’re just …”

“I fucking knew it!”

“Shut up! Listen- they’re so smart and I like the way they take things seriously, I don’t know they’re just nice to be around”

“Gay”

“Fuck you”

[venenna]

can i rq where bllk boys lost a match and got angry to us. esp with sae and kaiser if u can 🙏

You would be angry too...

Kaiser x reader, Sae x reader

Kinda angst?

A/n: IM SOOO SORRY FOR LETTING THIS FERMENT IN MY INBOX 💔💔💔, i sincerely hope you like it ^^, if its slightly ooc no it ain't hehe... ENJOY

Kaiser

His body was in overdrive from the past 90 minnutes of playing, sweat clinging to his forehead as he glared daggers into the scoring board. His team lost 3-2, mere one goal. The worst part, it was a stupid mistake of his teammate who decided to not pass to him (the audacity...).

As he came home you awaited his arrival, you prepared his favorite meal to cheer him up. You knew how he gets upset everytime something doesn't go according to his plan. While you were setting the table he silently entered you shared home, slamming the door behind him shut.

You spun around and walked up to him smiling brightly at your Mihya.

"Mihya! You did amazing"

Kaiser just scoffs turning his head away, brows furrowed.

You tried to reach for his hand but you knew better than to initiate physical contact in this state so you stop yourself quickly.

"C'mon i made your favorite"

"Not hungry" is all he practically hissed at you.

"But-"

"Will you shut up, I'm not in the mood for your stupidity [Name], stop bothering me!"

"fine" is all you managed to utter before his angry azure gaze. Looking down you walked away towards your shared room.

He scoffs and takes a seat on the couch, his usual routine for when his upset will have to wait with you being around. After a few moments you came out of the room bag slung over your shoulder.

"Well then i wont bother you Michael" you said as you went out of the house.

Kaiser smirked to himself, he knew you'd come back. Or will you....?

(Pls this is so ass but i did my best 💔)

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Sae

The final whistle blew signaling end of 90+ minute match, that he and his team lost. While others expressed their anger by screaming amd seething, his anger was calm, silent deadly.

You were there in your vip seat watching the whole time. You felt bad but also extremely proud since Sae played extraordinarily, like always. Your plan was to cheer him up, by taking him for ice cream. You remembered when he told you about how he used to get ice cream with his brother when he was feeling down, and this was the perfect opportunity!

And everything went to ruins. It went something like this....

You walked up to changing rooms and only Sae was left. Coming up to him you wanted to embrace him.

"Sae you were great out there, I know you'll get them next time for sure!" As you were about to hug him he moved away. The only response you got from him was huff.

"Uhm i thought we could go for ice cream, if you'd like?"

No response, no he wasn't even looking at you anymore. He changed slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder.

"To car [Name], now." Was all he commanded.

The ride home was awkward, silent. Usually the silence between you was comfortable and pleasant, unlike this one.

"Why are you giving me silent treatment Sae? Its not fair that you're taking your anger out on me."

And again he just huffed not sparing you a second glance.

"Okay fine, i can do silent treatment too!" You declared crossing your arms over your chest looking out of window.

Safe to say he will be trying to get your attention for next few days, when his wrongly directed anger dissipates...

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

can i request mick and autistic!reader having sex for the first time?

Take care of you||Mick Schumacher x autistic reader

MDNI +18

Summary—It’s your first time with Mick and he’s everything you need him to be. Gentle, patient, and endlessly reassuring,

Warnings— smut (18+): Includes penetrative sex, oral touch, and sexual praise.First time sex: Depicts emotional vulnerability and a slow, gentle pace. Shyness and reassurance: Reader is shy and neurodivergent, needing lots of emotional and sensory support. Autistic representation: Includes sensory sensitivity and regulation, communication of boundaries, and grounding techniques. Soft dom / service top dynamics: Mick is entirely focused on reader’s comfort and pleasure. Aftercare focus: Includes bathing, dressing, cuddling, emotional check-ins, and affirmations.

A/n— this is kinda self indulgent because it’s how I wished my first time was

Mick’s hands were so big, so warm against your skin that it made your breath catch. You were stretched out beneath him, heart thudding, nerves buzzing excitement and fear tangled up tight inside you. You wanted this. You wanted him. But still, you couldn’t help the tiny tremble that ran through you when he kissed your shoulder.

He noticed immediately.

“Hey,” Mick murmured against your skin, voice low, almost a purr. He lifted his head, eyes dark and soft as velvet. “You alright, love? Need to slow down?”

You shook your head quickly. “No — I’m okay.”

Your voice cracked a little, but it was true. You wanted more. You needed it.

Just… carefully. Gently.

Mick’s thumb brushed over your cheek, grounding you, his smile easing the tightness in your chest.

“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “You just tell me, yeah? We do this however you need.”

You nodded, cheeks burning.

Mick kissed you then slow and deep, giving you every chance to pull away, but you clung to him instead, fisting your hands in his hair. You could feel the low rumble of his chest when he groaned into your mouth, his hips shifting, pressing against your thigh. He was hard, and the realization sent a shock of heat right through your belly.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Mick muttered. His hands skimmed down your body, pausing just above the waistband of your underwear.

He looked up at you again, waiting. Always waiting.

“Please,” you whispered, hips tilting up in invitation.

That was all he needed. He stripped the last of your clothes off with careful hands, leaving you bare under his gaze. He didn’t rush he took his time just looking, touching, like you were the most precious thing he’d ever seen. Every place he touched your thighs, your stomach, the soft curves of your breasts he kissed afterward, murmuring soft praises against your skin.

“So soft… so perfect for me…”

When his fingers finally slipped between your legs, you gasped, body jolting. He froze immediately.

“Too much?” he asked, brows knitting with worry.

“No—” you gasped, “Just— just good.”

His smile then was pure sunshine. He kept his touch feather-light at first, just enough to make you ache, his thumb circling slow and careful until you were gasping, your hips lifting off the bed without even meaning to.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he praised, voice rough. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nodded frantically, too close to coherent words.

When he finally lined himself up against you, he kissed your forehead again. “You sure?” he asked, holding himself back even though you could feel him trembling with the effort.

“I want you,” you whispered.

He pushed in slowly, achingly slowly, giving you time to adjust to every inch. You clung to him, burying your face in his neck, breathing him in.

It was overwhelming the stretch, the heat but in the best way. And Mick was everywhere, surrounding you, holding you, whispering in your ear.

“That’s it, love. So good for me. So perfect around me…”

Once he was fully seated inside you, he didn’t move at first. He just held you, one big hand stroking up and down your spine.

“You feel incredible,” he rasped. “Let me know when you’re ready, yeah?”

You nodded after a few moments, rocking your hips slightly.

He groaned, low and wrecked, and started to move.

Each thrust was slow, deep, gentle. Like he wanted to memorize the way you felt around him. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, your jaw, grounding you with every soft touch, every whispered word of praise.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Taking me so good.”

You whimpered, overwhelmed but safe, loved so deeply you could hardly breathe.

When you started to shake, your nails digging into his back, Mick pulled you even closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I got you,” he whispered, hips moving a little faster now. “I got you, love. Let go for me. Let me take care of you.”

You shattered with a sob, pleasure crashing through you in waves and Mick followed you seconds later, burying his face against your neck, gasping your name like a prayer.

Afterward, he didn’t move for a long time. He just held you, stroking your hair, humming under his breath. When you started to come down, blinking up at him dazed and shaky, he smiled down at you, nothing but pure adoration in his face.

“Was that okay?” he asked softly.

You smiled, feeling warm and safe and loved to the bone.

“Perfect,” you whispered.

Mick kissed you again, sweet and lingering.

“You’re perfect,” he corrected, nuzzling your nose.

And he stayed like that wrapped around you, whispering how proud he was, how good you were until you drifted off, safe and warm in his arms.

You must have drifted off for a little while because the next thing you felt was Mick’s hand brushing gently over your hair, tucking it behind your ear.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice warm and low. “Still with me?”

You blinked up at him, a little floaty but grounded by the soft calluses of his fingertips, the steady weight of his body half-draped over yours.

You nodded.

Mick smiled, slow and easy. “You did so good, love. So, so good for me.”

You flushed, still shy under the praise, and Mick leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” he said softly. “Then I’ll get you tucked in all cozy.”

He moved slowly, carefully, always watching your face for any sign of discomfort. He helped you sit up, pulling the soft sheet around your shoulders so you wouldn’t get cold. You were a little shaky your body still trying to process all the overwhelming sensations but Mick was right there, steadying you with a hand on your back.

In the bathroom, he ran warm water in the tub, making sure it wasn’t too hot, checking it against your skin before helping you step in. He stayed right there, kneeling by the side, sleeves rolled up, gently cupping handfuls of water to pour over your skin.

“Just relax, sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything.”

He washed you with the gentlest touch, like you were something fragile and precious no rough scrubbing, no rushing. Just warm water, soft soap, and his big, careful hands.

Every few minutes, he whispered little things “You’re safe.”

“I’ve got you.”

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

Once you were clean and calm, he wrapped you in a huge fluffy towel and carried you back to bed like it was nothing, his arms strong and secure around you.

He helped you into one of his soft shirts way too big on you and tucked you into the bed with layers of blankets, just the way you liked it.

Then Mick climbed in beside you, pulling you into his chest without hesitation.

You could feel the slow, steady rhythm of his heart against your cheek.

You breathed him in salt and warmth and home.

His fingers traced slow, lazy patterns on your back, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

“You’re safe, love,” he murmured again. “I’m right here. Not going anywhere.”

You felt the sting of tears in your eyes not from sadness, but from how good it felt. How seen you felt.

“I love you,” you whispered, voice cracking.

Mick’s arms tightened around you instantly, like he could feel every little fracture in your heart and wanted to hold them all together.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he said fiercely. “More than anything.”

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Hi, this is my first time requesting but how would the sisters be with a S/O who kinda has morals? like they don't say anything but they lowkey hate the blood on them and the thought of them killing?

What an interesting prompt! I'm surprised I haven't done this before XP

Let's get into it! :)

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Bela

Bela, while not as bloodthirsty, brutal and sadistic as her sisters, is a murderer at heart

A monster, some call her

You never paid any mind to it before, thinking the beautiful, strong woman could never do the things villagers and maidens claimed she does

But when she comes into your room late at night, her chin bloodied and gloves sticky, you find it hard to convince yourself of just that

She doesn't kill often, but you know she does

You know of the blood in the wine she drinks, and you know of the human meat she consumes

You don't want to admit it out loud in front of her, but your stomach cramps and you feel nauseous when she curls against you, her face bloody, the scent of her prey still on her. The scent of blood

You don't want to make your girlfriend feel bad

You know, in time, she needs to feed in order to live and stay strong

But it doesn't help or make that gnawing feeling in your chest go away

You're too worried about approaching her about it at first

You love her. You want to be with her. But you shiver when she hugs you, the metallic scent sticking to her, and you turn your head when she attempts to kiss you with bloody lips

She always backs up after, assuring you she's fine when you so clearly see the pain and rejection all across her face. She doesn't understand why you won't kiss her at times, the thought of morals never even once crossing her mind

It takes you a good while to find the courage to talk to her about what’s bothering you

You know, after all, the things bothering you are a part of her she can’t change

But when you do talk to her, you find yourself pleasantly surprised by her

She’s gentle with you, listening to you even though she can’t relate to your thoughts

But- she loves you

She loves you enough that she doesn’t need to relate, but only to listen and act

And the change is almost instant

You never see her with a bloodied face anymore, not unless you catch her off guard. She makes it a point to clean up always, to brush her teeth after eating or drinking and to put on a little more perfume to hide away the scent of blood and death

She already hunts a little less than her sisters, and knowing your struggles, she never tells you of her hunts, only that she’s had fun

She enjoys curling up with you after, and you find; you love cuddling her

When not covered in blood, your girlfriend smells like heaven, you think

You love to wrap your arms and legs around her and inhale her scent, her perfume rich and powerful, her hair smelling of the shampoo, her hands more often than not smelling of soap

You know, she kills

But you also know she did her part compromising for you. You’re not asking her to stop killing, and know you couldn’t get her to do so

But she at least shields you from it completely

Cassandra

Cassandra Dimitrescu

A monster

A killer

The devil

Death herself

You've heard all the names people came up with for your girlfriend. You see the way people flinch around her, wrap your arms around yourself and try to look at the ground when you walk through the castle, knowing that each time you look up, maidens look away from you, as if capturing your attention meant death

Maybe, it does, with Cassandra

You know she hurts them, far more than she tells you she does. She isn't one to tell you about what she does in her spare time, not one to boast with her kills and torture methods

But it isn't ever difficult to tell with the blood constantly clinging to her

She is never seen without the blood, not unless it's right before bed and she is fresh out of the bath. You try not to think about whose blood it is you watch her wash off, try not to think about their screams and cries

You try not to let it bother you

But when she drags her sharp teeth across your skin or kisses your throat and you're left feeling someone's blood on you...when you taste it on her lips even when they aren't sticky with it for once, when you smell it on her, always...

One day, it gets a little too much

You're curled up in bed, trying not to let the loneliness get the best of you

But, it's difficult, at times. When no maid dares get too close to you, knowing your friendship could easily turn deadly for them the moment Cassandra becomes just a little jealous or possessive

When she enters the room, you sit up immediately, hoping for comfort. Hoping for hugs. For kisses. For love

And she's more than willing to give it to you after spotting the heartbroken, sad expression on your face

But when she wraps her arms around you and pulls you to her chest, you smell death. When she presses her lips to your cheek, you feel the blood stick to you

Her flies buzz loudly when you reach up and grab her lower face half before she can learn in to kiss you, surprise written all over her face

"Can we bathe?", you simply ask then, hopeful. She grumbles a little, but doesn't deny you

And with the blood and scent of death washing from her, you eagerly curl against her, sighing when her clean hand strokes against your back and her soft lips push against yours

Cassandra is none the wiser

Not until your first fight triggered by your morals- and her lack of them

You're clutching at her arm, just barely having caught it before her hand- and sickle- could come down on the young woman sobbing on the floor

She had only spilled some tea, her hands shaky from fear

And Cassandra was ready to kill her for it

With you right there, you just couldn't just stand by and watch!

Your girlfriend snarls at you, her flies buzzing angrily, and her eyes flash- but she doesn't tug her arm away, and doesn't harm you

"Please...", you whisper to her

You didn't think she'd listen to you, not until she tugged her arm free and lowered it, snarling at the maid to get away already

But when she turns and you expect death in her eyes, there is only anger and frustration and utter confusion

Never has anyone dared stop her

Not until you

She gasps in surprise when you move towards her, wrapping your arms around her despite the blood smeared across her dress

You cry, begging her not to be upset with you. You can't keep it inside any longer, start to sob out your worries and your hatred for all the blood and death

You don't look up. You wouldn't be able to bear seeing her hurt face

But you're left crying when she swarms away, her touch gone, her swarm out of earshot within a few moments already, leaving you all alone

She doesn't return to your room that night, nor the night after

In fact, she doesn't move from the basement at all, her thoughts a mess

She is a monster

She thought you'd understand...

Daniela

You know of Daniela's bloodthirst and are hardly able to block it out

But; you're the reason many, many lives have been saved at the castle

Because each time Daniela is about to kill someone spontaneously, giggling with her sickle raised, you grasp her wrist and spin her about, murmuring something to the maid about getting away while you pull your girlfriend to you

Daniela rarely even notices. When she does, she isn't mad at you. There's always more prey, but you? Your affection? She loves it!

She's all over you, squealing and giggling, kissing you and melting into you

At other times, she drops her sickle entirely and drags you with her, eager to have a different kind of fun

You approached her about your worries early on

Daniela doesn't understand, having morals and empathy only when she feels like having them, but you don't necessarily mind- because no matter that she doesn't care for the maidens, she does kill them far less now with you. Or, at least, while being with you

She showers more often and will clean up properly after every hunt, though demands cuddles and kisses afterwards as a reward

A good compromise, to you

At times, she forgets, but she is never angry when you remind her. Instead, she only strips without shame, batting her lashes at you and pouting about why you won't join her in the bath just because she's a little bloody. She forgets about all this when you step in the bathroom and wash her hair for her, though, her flies buzzing happily in purr-like fashion, her body relaxing into the water as much as her fear of it allows it

This, you appreciate and love her more and more for every day

You know Daniela fears water, know she usually sticks to one bath every one or two days, trying to avoid it as much as she possibly can due to her fear of drowning

For you, she overcomes this

You stand by her side, holding her hand and occasionally washing the blood from it, assuring her you won't let her drown, won't let anything happen to her while she's so vulnerable in the water

To finish it off, you usually hold her clean chin in place while you brush her teeth, laughing as she squirms and growls, her flies buzzing and breaking off to buzz angrily around the two of you, her hands half-heartedly pushing against you as she complains

You don't see why she hates brushing her teeth. Maybe it's the toothpaste. But she allows it still, whining and squirming and grumbling for a good half an hour at least after, even when she's curled up in bed already, her hair stroked

Daniela certainly is not quite normal, and you certainly didn't tame her- you know that

But, she changed, for you, acting less on her impulse and letting a maid get away with a scratch or bite only

And in return, you shower her in love and affection, praising her often and showing her your gratitude for what she does

And, in return, you even indulge her and hunt with her, even as she isn't quite allowed to really hunt. She doesn't mind. She'll have that type of fun with her sisters after, racing about and seeing who can hunt the most in the littlest time. With you, she just enjoys a comfortable walk and hunting down smaller things, trapping them in her hands to show you before pouting when she's made to let them go again

You love her, and she loves you