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chishiyaisasnack · 1 year ago

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It’s under my skirt, Doctor

Hello everyone! It’s been a while. I finally got this little thing together, and I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer! This is smut. Stay away if you aren’t of agw or if you’re uncomfortable with the topic. Remember to use protection in real life!

Written and posted on mobile, I apologize for any wierd formatting.

Chishiyas life was work. Long hours, sometimes so long that he didn’t leave the hospital before his next shift. The couch in his office had become soft from where he slept, countless days and nights spent there alone. Not that it mattered, not to him. He liked his job. Kind of. There was nothing else he wanted to do anyway, so filling his life with something that kept his brain occupied and evolving was good enough. Once he stopped caring about all the injustice he focused solely on performing surgeries. The heart was an interresting thing, so small, so powerful. One wrong move and a life could end. Sometimes he wondered what that would feel like. He would never play with a life like that, he wasn’t completely insane, but the thought had showed up once or twice.

This particular shift got his mood turning all over the place. Everyone was whiny, rude and just hard to deal with. Twelve hours of pretending to be respectful was hard enough on the good days.

When he got back to his office he sank down into the couch, contemplating buying new cushions soon because they were starting to get uncomfortable. He needed to get his mind cleared out, to stop thinking about work and kids and parents who he wanted to toss in the trashcan.

A vibration went off in his pocket, making his head hurt just thinking about what they would need him for now. He just wanted to rest. So, when he picked it up and saw the notification on his screen he got pleasently suprised.

Y/N: Hey, sorry to disturb your work but I have a medical issue that I wondered if you could take a look at? I can come over in 10 minutes if that works for you.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Normal people didn’t use the words ”medical issue” as a synonym for ”I want to fuck” but it worked very well for the two of them. Chishiya had met her at a work gathering and that turned out to be the best stress reliever he could wish for, and he knew that she used him for that exact same reason. Some might say that they were dating, but the only times they really met in person was just for sex and maybe some lunch afterwards. Chishiya did spend occasional nights at her place since she lived closer to the hospital than he did, and getting his dick wet then sleep in a bed instead of his office couch was a nice change.

Ten minutes later the telltale three knocks on his office door woke him up from his thoughts. Trying not to run to the door in excitement, he stood up, took a deep breath and changed into his normal ’I don’t care about anything’-face before opening it. The ’not caring about anything’-face changed as soon as he saw what was on the other end of the doorframe. He was not prepared for her standing there, panties hanging from slender fingers on one of her hands and her head cocked to the side. The skirt she was wearing was short and flowy, almost revealing what was, or rather what wasn’t underneath it.

”Eager are we?” Chishiya welcomed her in a smug voice, trying to hide the mess his head was already in. She winked at him in response.

”You usually don’t have very long so I thought I’d be prepared.” She walked straight to him, put the underwear in the chest pocket of his white doctors coat and kicked the door closed behind her. Chishiya could hear the click from the lock but was more interrested in the cleavage that her ”too tight to be comfortable”-top was showing. He didn’t even try to hide that he liked what he saw. He knew she liked it. A finger under his chin woke him up from his thoughts and when he looked up he was met with sparkling eyes full of excitement when she gazed back into his.

”Hmm.. I like how professional you look in this outfit” she purred as she smoothed her hands up his chest until she reached his neck, hands tangling in the blonde strands in the back until his hair tie fell to the floor, one thumb tracing his ear. ”I’d let you examine me any day.”

Chishiya rolled his eyes at her attempt at flirting, but rather than giving her a comeback he reached in and put his hands on her bare thighs, inching further up while he kissed that lovely space between her neck and shoulder that made her whimper every time.

”So, what did you want me to take a look at?” Chishiya murmered teasingly into her ear. She hummed and moved her hands back down to his shoulders, gripping onto the neck of his coat.

”It’s under my skirt, Doctor.”

In one swift move she grabbed the stethoscope still hanging around his neck and pulled him with her until they both hit the wall behind her, before crashing her lips into his with urgency, and Chishiya returned it with just as much desire as he was given. It was intoxicating, her soft lips, the sweet smell of her perfume, her hands tugging at his hair trying to coax him closer.

His hands went from her thighs to her waist, with just a quick squeeze at her ass first, clenching his fingers in the fabric of her shirt, pulling her even closer so that she could feel that this was affecting him too. His cock was already getting hard, pushing uncomfortably against his pants, but her soft stomach gave great friction whenever she moaned and rubbed herself against him.

Trying to deepen the kiss, she slid her tounge against his lips, making him smile against her whine when he didn’t answer her attempt. He was the one calling the shots and he wanted her to remember that. Instead of giving her what she wanted he pried his lips away from hers and targeted her neck.

The sweet sounds she made whenever his lips caressed her made his head spin. He couldn’t keep his hands still any longer and torturously slow started to inch them up the skin under her top, feeling the way she moved under them, how she was shivering against his touch and how her lungs moved with every heated breath that left her. He knew that undressing her probably wasn’t the best idea in case someone managed to interrupt them, but when he felt her breast under his palms, so soft and squeazable and utterly wonderful to nibble at, his desire to put his face between them took over his rationality. So, after he sucked down on the skin on her shoulder - and grinned at the sour moan she made - he pulled her top off and started his descent down her body. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard the thump that her head made when she threw it back against the wall but he was far more interrested in the goosebumps that spread under the line he licked down her collarbone. When he finally moved his mouth over her nipple he felt a hand grip his shoulder with a strenght that was sure to leave a mark.

The noises she made went straight to Chishiyas cock. His mind was so clouded by the need to be inside her that he was having trouble keeping his teasing facade in check. Nestling his face in her chest did ground him a bit though, it was the whines that followed it that made him throb in his pants.

”Fuck, Chishiya… lower please” she begged, shivering when he swept his tounge over her other nipple. The gentle squeeze from his other hand earned him another whimper - and a fist in his hair trying to push him further down. He complied with a quiet laugh, loving how aroused she was from just this. Not that he had anything to say about that, he was aching just as bad as she was.

He didn’t bother to take her skirt off, he just held it up with one hand while running the other up her inner thigh, slow and steady so that he could hear her quiet complaints that he took too long.

”Hold it” he commanded, looking at her and then the skirt, nodding towards it to make his point. A shaky hand took a hold of the hem of the skirt and he shifted his focus back to her soft thighs, leading up to her glistening center that he couldn’t wait to be inside. He couldn’t help himself and squeezed the inside of her thigh, thinking about how great it would feel to have them wrapped around him - then laughed at her impatient grunt before giving in and giving her what she asked for.

With one hand he hiked her leg over his shoulder and then he dove in and let his tounge spread her open, loving the wetness he was met with. A cascade of ’yes’-es fell from her mouth as she rolled her hips in time with his tounges movements. A long lick between the folds, flicking over the clit, sucking, kissing, circling… he knew exactly what she liked and he gave it to her. Every time her moans got a little louder he slowed down, dragging out the sensation (and pissing her off just a little just because he could). It was his favourite leisure activity and he could go for hours if he had the time. Unfortunately he didn’t and with a last lick he stopped, her disappointed groan chiming like music in his ears.

He rose to his feet, one hand still lingering on her thigh, the other moving a strand of hair from her face that was so lovely and flushed from desire. There was a hint of irritation from the way her eyebrows scrunched together, but it disappeared when he used the same hand that he just caressed her cheek with to draw a line along her pussy, wet and warm, and so inviting, making her squirm under his touch.

”I want to take my time with you but we’re in a bit of a hurry,” he reminded her. ”Come here.”

Chishiya started walking towards the couch, sat down and patted his lap as an invitation for her to sit.

”I’m tired and have been working all day,” Chishiya playfully told her, watching her eyes roll as she walked towards him, which made him chuckle. He enjoyed how obvious she was with everything and that she didn’t take any of his shit. She was strong and powerful and he wouldn’t have a chance against her wits if she wanted to ruin him. And he didn’t want it any other way.

”You need a new couch” she complained while straddling his lap, knees sinking down too far and throwing off her balance before she put her hands on his shoulder and shuffled her way forward to hover over his length.

”But I really like my couch” he lied, lazily putting his hands on her waist to pretend to help her.

”Sure you do. Take off your pants, or are you too tired to do that to, Doctor?”

For once he hurried, mostly because his dick was aching and he couldn’t wait for it to be inside her. So he moved his pants and boxers out of the way, enough to release his cock. She didn’t waste a second and sank down onto it right away.

Both of them moaned, her from finally being filled and him from finally being hugged by her warm, wet walls. When she started to move, riding him nice and deep, he couldn’t help himself and let his head fall back so he could watch her face as she fucked herself on him.

”Fuck, I’ve been needing this” he groaned as she took him in, Chishiya pushing as far in as he could to savour that warm and tight feeling that her insides gave him. ”You feel so good.”

”Fuck…” was the only answer he got, but it sounded perfect. Breathless and broken, turning into another moan when his cock hit her sweet spot again.

She rode him deep and fast, her wet walls stroking his cock in rhythm with her movements. Desperate to feel more of it, he bucked up into her to bury himself as deep as he could. Her hands was on his shoulders, nails digging deep into his white coat.

Chishiyas hands were everywhere, grabbing her ass hard as she bounced on his lap, sliding up her waist when he went back to rolling her hips, cupping her breasts when he took over and fucked her from below. The bliss on her face drove him on, making him thrust harder and angling his hips so that he hit that spongy spot inside her with every thrust. He could feel her getting close, her insides tightening and clamping down around his cock, stroking the life out of him with it. He wouldn’t last much longer either - he needed her to come so that he could join her. So he slid a hand down to her center, putting two fingers on her clit and started to circle it in time with his thrusts. The loud groan she let out at the sensation made the fire in his stomach grow even more and, fuck, he needed her to orgasm.

”Y/N, come for me,” he hissed and pressed down harder on her clit. ”Fuck, come on my cock.”

And so she did. With a rough moan into his neck he felt her walls clamping down on his cock, so fucking tight, before convulsing around him. Maybe he should have stopped and let her catch her breath but his hips moved at their own will now. He fucked her with desperation, each thrust bringing him closer, until he emptied himself deep inside her. She moaned as he did, rocking her hips to stimulate him more until his cock had stopped twitching.

Chishiyas hands landed on her waist again, this time drawing soft circles on her skin, making her shiver under his touch. Her breath was warm against his neck when she nuzzled her face there. He let her rest on him, he was too satisfied to move anyway. They sat like that until both their breathing had calmed down, and until he had gone soft enough to slip out of - although he didn’t want to. She felt too good. But even he wasn’t able to control his body that much. He had tried.

When she moved it was with shaky legs, tired from overworking them on that dumb couch. He smirked as he helped her up onto her feet, casting a glance on the clock hanging on the wall above his desk. There were still time to have some more fun, and even if his dick was tired, his tounge wasn’t. Standing up next to her he bent in, moved a strand of her hair away from her face, and softly spoke into her ear.

”So, is there anything else you want me to examine?”

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bwabys-scenarios · 8 months ago

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A familiar werewolf

Part 1

Werewolf!Kurapika x Witch!Fem!Reader

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It was finally spring, a time where flowers bloomed and the snow melted away to reveal all kinds of herbs and plants for the little witch (Name) to gather.

Today she was doing just that, gathering herbs to begin making more potions. Through the winter, her stock of salves and potions had grown smaller and smaller, until she only had a few left.

(Name) had customers that would be coming by any day now to buy her goods, so she was determined to go out and hunt for all the ingredients she would need.

She was a good witch, focusing on healing salves and helping the villagers nearby. It was partially out of the goodness of her heart, and partly because she wanted to keep a good relationship with the townspeople so they didn’t grab their pitchforks and torches to chase her out of town with.

So (Name) grabbed her hat, wearing a thick pair of boots to protect her feet from the thorny vegetation. She was always careful when visiting the forest. After all, there were rumors that many magical beasts made it their home.

Along the path, she spotted small clusters of mint, frowning. “Mint is so invasive, I thought I told the villagers not to plant it in the ground…”

(Name) did her best to dig up and pick what she could, then moved on along the path. Mushrooms, herbs, and pretty rocks all found a new home in her basket. After searching for a while, she wiped the sweat from her brow. ‘Hmm… I should still have some time to go by the lake before I go home… I wonder if anything is growing near the water's edge..?’

(Name) stepped on a branch as she neared the lake, ready to search for aquatic plant life and maybe even find a good spot to go fishing!

But before she could get too close, (Name) heard a loud howl that made her freeze in her tracks. When she turned, she spotted it.

There was a large, golden wolf near the water’s edge, its ears pinned back and snarling. From the water dripping from its furry chin, the witch assumed it had just been drinking from the lake before she interrupted it by making noise.

She was quick to hold up her hands in a sign of surrender, talking in an even voice. “Easy, boy, I’ll go,”

Backing up slowly, (Name) made sure not to meet the wolf’s eyes, though she did notice they were a sparkling shade of scarlet she had never seen before.

The beast huffed, watching her for a moment longer before turning back to drink. Once it did, she broke out in a sprint, her basket held firmly against her chest. (Name) knew the forest wasn’t exactly safe, but she had never encountered a wild animal besides some chipmunks and bunnies.

‘I’ve never seen a wolf with that coloration before…’ (Name) thought, putting away her foraged goods once she arrived home. ‘Maybe it’s an albino or something? But wouldn’t it’s fur be more white then?’

Despite being a little afraid, (Name) couldn’t get her mind off of the wolf she had seen before. It was easily the top predator in the forest, yet it only gave her a warning growl before minding its business again. Was that normal wolf behavior? She had no idea.

‘I’m thinking too much…’ (Name) thought, changing into her pajamas. ‘I need to sleep, or I’ll be late to the coven meeting tomorrow…’

Turning over, (Name) wondered what exactly she would even speak about during the meeting. She wasn’t exactly the most confident witch, often being spoken over or ignored due to her shy nature. No one would think she was the very first apprentice Biscuit Krueger, the head of the very coven (Name) was a part of.

‘I may have been her first apprentice, but I’m definitely not her best. Gon and Killua have me beat for sure…’ she thought, rolling over onto her side to stare out of the window.

Through the gaps in the curtains, she could see the moon shining up above, big and full. It’s light bathed her in a soft glow, and made her feel both rejuvenated and relaxed.

‘It’ll be okay… after all, I have friends there. Everything should… be fine…’

(Name) drifted off to sleep, the last image on her mind before she was taken to slumberland being the golden wolf peering at her with those scarlet eyes.

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(Name) packed a small basket full of jams and jellies, humming a tune as she carefully stacked a small jar of syrup on the top. “I know Menchi won’t be there to day, but Bisky loves my jams and jellies. Hopefully I’ll actually have a chance to speak with her…”

Bisky, being the head of the coven, was always busy. She was usually stuck talking with several other witches about various topics, or leaving early to conduct business with other covens. Getting the opportunity to talk to her was rare enough, but being able to sit down and have a conversation was nearly impossible, especially these days.

There had recently been several cases of witches and their familiars disappearing, or even familiars turning in their masters and killing then, so Bisky was especially busy dealing with the aftermath.

Each witch had a familiar bestowed upon them during a ceremony after becoming a full fledged witch. Some even had two or three, and witches with high status and great power possessed up to 10 familiars.

And there was (Name), with no familiar at all. At the ceremony, the wizard conducting it simply turned her away, saying she was not yet ready to become the master of familiar. Every other witch present had received their lifelong friend, while she went home empty handed.

It was lonely, all on her own. Watching the other witches go about their lives with the help and support of their familiars made her feel awfully… jealous. It wasn’t a feeling she enjoyed harboring, so (Name) tried her best to be positive!

Bisky herself had said that it wasn’t unheard of for a witch to not receive their familiar during the bonding ceremony.

“Some witches just haven’t found their match yet, or perhaps they haven’t really found their true selves,” Bisky had said after the ceremony, in hopes of comforting (Name).

(Name) huffed, loading her basket onto her broom. “So much for being a late bloomer. It’s been nearly five years since I became a full fledged witch, and still nothing! No familiar, not a cat or owl, not even a frog! Hell, I’d settle for a tarantula at this point!”

She flew over the forest, tilting her head when she spotted a spot of gold walking slowly near the lake. (Name) flew a bit lower, her eyes widening when she spotted the same wolf she’d seen the day before.

This time, it seemed to be walking with a bit of a limp, a small trail of blood behind it. Her heart ached to see an animal in such pain, so she landed a safe distance away from it.

“Hey there, pup.”

The wolf stiffened, quickly turning its head to growl lowly at her. (Name) held up her hands, her broom floating behind her in case she needed a quick escape.

“Woah, easy. You’re hurt, and I can help you if you’ll let me.”

She didn’t know why she was talking to it, but she kept it up. “There’s no need to be afraid, sweetheart. Shh…”

The wolf’s ears flattened against its head, and it began to bare its teeth. (Name) yelped when it began to approach her, jumping on her broom just in time to escape its jaws. It snapped at her broom bristles, but she was thankfully in the air by then and bar away enough from its jaws to not get hurt.

But… the wolf didn’t seem to be trying too hard to chase her. (Name) had a feeling it wasn’t actually attacking her, more so just trying to scare her away.

She frowned as the wolf became a small speck, her heart hurting for the poor thing. (Name) hoped that the poachers that her fellow witches had chased out from the forest years ago weren’t back.

‘I’ll have to talk to Bisky about it… if I can talk to her that is.’

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(Name) landed in a vast meadow, wild flowers of various kinds softly swaying in the spring breeze. She took a moment to relax, bending down to pick a daily and place it in her basket.

‘Oh, I always forget where the doorway is…’ she thought to herself as she held out the stick end of her broom to feel around. When it bumped off of something solid, she grinned.

“There it is!”

(Name) reached forward and patted the surface until her hand landed on a doorknob. She turned it, and walked forward.

The empty flower field was replaced with a dark forested area, with lampposts leading down a snowy, worn down path. She could see the moon shining down through the canopy, filtered by the thick leaves until only small rays of light were visible.

‘I see the meeting is being hosted in the northern lands this time…’ she thought, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. The northern lands were often cold, even when spring came, snow still covered the land.

Each meeting was hosted in one of the four sectors of the world, North, South, East, and West. The north was her least favorite, due to the cold weather and people. The citizens of the north were often blunt and rude, having to time for warm pleasantries.

(Name) lived in the southern lands, where the weather was always warm and pleasant. Even the most severe winters in the south were not as cold as the northern spring.

She spotted the soft warm glow of a candle shining from a canon window. ‘There it is!’

(Name) opened the cabin door, revealing a bustling meeting hall. Witches all ages and genders walked around, speaking to one another and trading goods.

“(Name)!”

The woman yelped when she was tackled to the floor, knowing instantly who had done it.

“Gon, what did I tell you about jumping on her like some wild animal!?”

“Gon, Killua…” she smiled as she watched Killua drag his friend off of her, pinching his cheek.

“Hi, (Name)! It’s been so long since we’ve gotten to see you!”

She laughed, ruffling their hair. “Yeah, nearly three months. You weren’t able to attend the last few meetings due to Bisky’s training, right?”

The two shuddered. “Uh… we’d rather not talk about that.”

(Name) could remember her own training, which would have been way less intense than theirs due to her weaker body. Even so, she collapsed nearly every day from exhaustion, so she could only imagine the horrors they had endured.

“Ah… okay, how about you show me how your training has been coming along then?”

The three sat in an empty room as the two showed her new, complex spells they had learned. Killua was able to summon lightning and use it as a weapon, while Gon was able to harden his body. Both were spells even she couldn’t do.

“Oh wow, you’ve grown so much! Maybe that training was worth it then?”

Killua groaned. “Barely, I didn’t think we were going to survive another day of it.”

“Aww, it wasn’t that b- no, actually it was that bad. But I’m still grateful Bisky taught us so well!” Gon replied, giving her a smile.

She gave them both a hug. “I’m proud of you both. You should really come visit me sometime. Spring is here, so you can go play in the forest. There a lake~”

This excited the two, who both enjoyed swimming. “We'll definitely be coming by this summer!”

Before they could speak anymore, they heard a bell chiming. “Oh, we’ll talk later. The meeting is about to start!”

(Name) took her seat near Bisky. As her first apprentice, she had to be at Bisky’s side for every meeting. That didn’t mean she got Bisky’s attention, though. She couldn’t blame her mentor, for she was the leader of this coven.

“Hello, my friends. Our monthly meeting has begun, and I will announce any upcoming events before opening the floor for discussion.”

(Name) looked around the room, unsurprised when she saw multiple witches waiting impatiently for the floor to be open.

It was mostly the same elderly witches that always had some mundane problem… but what was surprising was Neon, one of the fledgling witches that hadn’t yet gotten her familiar, anxiously tapping her well manicured nails against the oak table.

“And with that, the floor is open to discussion.” Bisky said after finishing her announcements. Neon was quick to speak up, interrupting an elder.

“Some creature has been lurking in the south, killing my father’s livestock and scaring what it doesn’t eat half to death! It’s some kind of magical beast, I already did the identifying spell and it’s either some type of fae or a…”

She trailed off, her face going pale. Bisky raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. “A what, Neon?”

“A… a werewolf.”

The sound of gasps and whispered conversation filled the meeting hall, only silenced when Bisky held up her hand to motion for the noise to cease.

“And you’re sure that’s what the spell said?”

Neon nodded, standing up to offer her grimoire. Bisky’s eyes scanned it, then she sighed heavily. “I see…”

(Name) frowned deeply, glancing from Neon to Bisky. She knew that Neon lived only half a day’s walk from her home, meaning if there was a werewolf causing trouble for her, it could potentially move onto (Name).

“As we all know, magical beasts are drawn to witches due to their magical power. This is good when it comes to making friends or getting a familiar, but leads to some… detrimental outcomes when the wrong creature gets attracted. And with the recent uptick in werewolf based attacks, I wouldn’t doubt this has troubled you, Neon.”

Bisky stood, walking around the table. “But be that as it may, werewolves are not evil in nature. They are simply beings that are different from us, and can be reasoned with and befriended just like most magical beasts.”

One witch scoffed. “Miss Bisky, with all due respect, all witches know werewolves are dangerous beasts that deserve to be put down to keep ourselves safe. I mean, haven’t the last three witch deaths been caused by werewolves?”

Bisky scowled. “That’s the kind of attitude that causes entire species to go extinct. A few werewolves have done wrong, yes, but how many humans have killed each other or other creatures? Do we all deserve to die due to the actions of a few individuals?”

The witch who spoke up immediately shrunk into herself, grumbling under her breath. (Name) noticed that several other witches also looked displeased with Bisky’s words, but said nothing.

“Neon, I’ll send you home with a spell that will ward off any fae or werewolves. It’s easy, and very effective.”

“Thank you, Bisky!”

The woman turned to the rest of the coven. “Now, what else needs to be discussed?”

———————-

“I respect Miss Bisky’s opinion, but werwolves are dangerous beasts!”

“I know, right? My friend’s cousin’s aunt’s stepbrother was killed by a werewolf!”

“And I heard that once a werewolf has seen you, it’ll tell its whole pack to come and eat you!”

“Oh that’s not the half of it! I heard-“

(Name) rolled her eyes as she passed by a group of gossiping witches, ushering Killua and Gon away. “Don’t listen to them, I’m sure not a single one of them have ever even seen a werewolf in person.”

“Have you, (Name)?”

(Name) paused when Gon asked her that innocent question, sighing softly. “Yes, once before. It was only for a moment while Bisky went to meet with one for a trade. It gave her some of its fur for a potion in exchange for a protection spell.”

“So… it didn’t attack you or Bisky?”

“Nope, so don’t listen to those witches. Not one single creature is the exact same as its kin. Some are more peaceful, some are violent, just like with humans. Once people come to accept that, we could possibly form an alliance with the werewolves.”

Killua huffed, digging in her satchel. Once he found what he was looking for, a bag of handmade candy, he swiped it. “Hey, you remembered to bring it!”

“Of course I did, silly. It’s your favorite.”

Killua popped one of the candies into his mouth as they walked, humming in delight. Gon grabbed one too. “Did you get to talk to Bisky, (Name)?”

The woman sighed, handing out her jam and syrup to a few witches she traded with. “Not yet, but I hope I’ll be able to catch her before she leaves. You know Bisky, she’s always busy.”

“You’re not wrong, but today I have a little bit of time to spare.”

The three jumped when they heard Bisky’s voice from behind them. “Bisky!”

(Name) jumped into her arms, easily being held up by the seemingly young looking girl. Everyone in the coven knew that Bisky was much older than she seemed, but little knew of her immense physical strength.

“Oh, (Name) my dear, you’ve gotten a bit bigger haven't you? It feels like just yesterday I was carrying you home from the orphanage and giving you your first wand.”

“B-Bisky! That’s embarrassing…”

The woman laughed, setting (Name) down. “Alright, alright… what is it you wanted to talk about, dear?”

(Name) gave Bisky a shy smile, handing her the jams and jellies she brought for her. “I wanted to give your u these and ask how the situation with the rogue familiars has been going.”

Bisky stiffened, glancing to the two boys before digging. “Come, (Name). Let’s discuss things in private.”

With a wave of her wand, (Name) and Bisky were transported to a vacant room. Bisky made sure the door was closed before beginning to speak in a hushed voice.

“I didn’t want to scare anyone, so I’ve been keeping some of the information private. But…” she sighed, looking out the window, into the snow. “Every single familiar that attacked their witch was a werewolf.”

(Name)’s blood ran cold at the revelation, her eyes widening as Bisky turned to meet her gaze. “Every single one? That’s…”

“Unusual, I know. Werewolves in and of themselves are rare to have as a familiar because they’re reluctant to be bound to a witch… so the fact that each familiar was a werewolf is suspicious.”

“What could be the motive? I find it hard to believe a familiar would just kill its master like that! In all of witch history, I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

Bisky opened her own grimoire. “I agree with you, it is hard to believe. But the detection spell pointed to each familiar being a werewolf. We have yet to find and question any of the suspects due to them fleeing the scene once the bond to their master was broken…”

(Name) frowned deeply. “And with what Neon said today, if this news got out, the entire coven will be in hysterics. There will be werewolf hunts and-“

“That’s why they can’t find out. You are the only person outside of my trusted inner circle that knows of this, (Name).”

She looked at Bisky, confused. “But why would you tell me, Bisky? I’m not as strong or intelligent as others, so why would you give me this information and not someone more qualified?”

Bisky smiled at that, chuckling. “That, I cannot say my dear. You are destined for great things, and I just want you to be informed so when it’s time for you to make decisions… you’ll have all the information you need to make the right choice.”

“That’s really cryptic, Bisky.”

The older woman only smiled, beckoning her to follow. “Come, I must take my leave. Let’s walk and talk.”

The two continued to chat as they walked towards the entrance of the cabin. “I’ll send you home with a spell, dear. It is quite late in the southerners sector by now, hmm?”

(Name) nodded, grabbing hold of her broom.

“Oh, and (Name)?”

She looked up as Bisky raised her wand. “Yes?”

“Kindness and patience is always key.”

With that, she was sent home. She appeared in her cottage, the fire lighting the second she stepped close.

“I wonder what she meant by that…”

———————

(Name) brushed off her dress, staring out into the forest. She really had to go back into the forest to gather supplies… but she was worried she would encounter that wolf again.

With a sigh, she pocketed her wand and carried her broom. They were just there in case she sensed any danger. Unfortunately, she wasn’t great with defensive or attack spells, it was why she took to healing magic and concoctions instead.

But she knew a few illusion spells that may buy her some time to escape… hopefully those would work.

(Name) walked along the work down path, much more alert than usual. She listened for the sounds of the forest, making sure to listen for any branches snapping or leaves rustling.

She was able to make it back to the lake with no problems, sighing in relief. There, she unloaded her jars from her basket and began placing shells, underwater plantlife, and some of the nutrient rich soil to add to her garden.

Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched from a distance, a pair of scarlet eyes following her as she walked along the lake’s edge.

Once she finished, (Name) was surprised to see the wolf with the golden coat standing only a few meters away from her. Although it growled when she moved, it made no other signs of aggression, only watching her… as if it was curious.

“Hello, again…” (Name) said softly, staying still as it approached. She kept her hand in her pocket on her wand, but began to relax. It only circled her, chuffing when it moved behind her.

She tensed, but relaxed again when it appeared on her left side. It was inspecting her, sniffing her… was that normal behavior for a wild animal?

Its scarlet eyes focused on her, and she noticed it still had that slight limp when it walked. “Are you… injured?”

As if it could understand her, the creature tensed, the fur on its back rising. “Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to upset you…”

Taking a chance, she slowly reached out her hand to place it on its head. She had a connection with animals, having rehabilitated many woodland creatures. A wolf couldn’t be that different, right?

Well, she was wrong. The beast growled before snapping its jaws at her hand, barely missing her fingers. It then ran away, slower than it usually would be due to its injured paw.

Her heart hurt from the sight. Had it been trying to ask her for help? It was possible the poor thing was someone’s pet that had been let go after learning how hard it was to take care of a wolf. Maybe that’s why it was both comfortable around humans and also weary of them?

(Name) made a decision that day. She would gain that wolf’s trust, and maybe… even make it her familiar.

———————

As the days turned into weeks, (Name) visited the forest every day she could. She saw the wolf often, sometimes from the corner of her eye, and sometimes it came in direct contact with her.

She always sat patiently, letting it come to her. (Name) had learned her lesson, and eventually she was able to sit in silence with the wolf by her side as she did mundane tasks like cleaning out her jars or sewing by the lake.

It had yet to let her touch it, but she didn’t mind. She would get it to trust her… it needed medical attention, more than she thought. It was scrawny, hungry looking, as if it was having trouble hunting by itself.

She started bringing out raw meat from the market and leaving it by the lake for it, and when its condition started to improve slowly, she knew that it was eating.

Once she started feeding it, the wolf began trusting her a great deal more. It now followed her down the pathway when she walked home, a slight sway in its tail.

She was making great progress, and the two seemed to have a mutual trust that neither would hurt the other. Every time she came to the lake, it was waiting there for her. It would eat, then sit nearby as she did what she needed to do, then walked her home. It had become her routine.

That’s why it surprised her when it wasn’t there when she came.

“Pup?”

(Name) called for it, patting her thigh and whistling. Usually it would have come to greet her by now…

The silence in the forest was almost eerie, as if everything was holding its breath. There was no birdsong, no squirrels skittering from tree to tree… just silence.

“Something is wrong…”

It was growing dark, and she was hurrying back as quickly as she could. (Name) had heard from some other forest dwelling witches that when the sounds of the forest stopped, that meant there was a large predator around, something that made the squirrels and birds hide in fear.

Had the wolf gone into hiding too?

She didn’t have to wonder for long. As she neared her cottage, her eyes widened in horror. There were bloodied paw prints leading down the stone path to her front door, and laying on her doorstep was the golden wolf.

It panted loudly, its fur matted with blood. (Name) immediately kneeled at its side, trying to hold back tears. The injured paw was trapped in a bear trap, and it had gashed on its belly and back… as it had been attacked with a knife…

When it growled at her touch, she simply shushed it. “Shh, shh, I’m here. You came to my home for a reason, right? I can help you…”

Although it still snarled and yelped as she hoisted it into her home with great effort, it made no attempts to sink its teeth into her flesh.

As soon as it was inside, she summoned as many bandages as she could, along with a metal bar to help her pry the bear trap off.

“This is going to hurt, pup. Don’t bite me…”

The wolf laid its head down, as if telling her it trusted her to help. It growled and snarled in pain as she pried open the bear trap. Once its paw was free, she examined the damage.

His paw was barely hanging on… thankfully she focused on healing magic. She was able to reattach his paw and clean the wound, bandaging it before moving onto the gashed on his body.

(Name) collapsed in exhaustion after hours of working on the wolf. Her efforts had paid off, as it was now sleeping peacefully by the fire.

‘At least one of us is able to sleep…’ she thought, rising from the couch to wash the blood from her hands. She’s exhausted all of her magic saving the wolf’s life, which worried her slightly. That meant if it were to attack for any reason, she wouldn’t be able to defend herself.

After much thought, she realized that even if it wanted to hurt her, it would be unable. The thing couldn’t stand, much less leap out and attack her, so she decided to sleep next to it… just to watch over it, of course… the fact that it was so soft and warm had nothing to do with it…

———————-

(Name) woke up in the early hours of the morning, the sun not even up yet. She could have only been asleep for a few hours, as the fire was still going…

She sat up, yawning and rubbing her eyes… but paused when she took a second look at the fire.

She hasn’t remembered putting that second log in the fireplace… before she slept, she had even cursed herself for not doing so.

(Name) felt a chill run up her spine and immediately turned to see if the wolf was okay… but instead of seeing its beautiful golden fur and large form m, she was met with something much smaller hidden under the blanket…

Smaller, but still bigger than her, whatever it was wriggled the second she spoke. “U-um…”

She expected the wolf to perhaps be some kind of magical beast that turned into something smaller when injured to conserve power… and she wasn’t that far off.

When she pulled back the blanket, instead of a furred creature, she came face to face with a handsome… man?

“… hello…”

For finding a man in the place of the injured wolf she saved, (Name) took the situation well. And by well, she screamed and scooted away, wielding her wand.

“W-who are you and what did you do to that wolf!? Are you some kind of poacher? A pervert? A poaching pervert!?”

The person squinted at her, sighing. “No… I’m neither of those… I-“

He winced in pain, whimpering as the blanket fell around him. (Name)’s eyes went wide as she saw the bandages decorating his form, the same ones she had applied to the wolf last night…

The things that finally clued her in were the wolf ears perched atop of his blonde head, and tail limp on his back.

“Y-you’re…”

“A werewolf…” he muttered, his ears flattening against his head. “You… helped me, and… I understand if you no longer want to help now that you know what I am. I simply ask that… you let me recover until I am able to move…”

She swallowed, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter what you are. You’re hurt, and I won’t let you suffer.”

The man looked on in mild shock as she helped him onto the couch. “This should be more comfortable… I’ll need to redo your bandages soon…”

The man watched her work silently. She redressed his wounds with a skill that was uncommon for women in their era. Once she was done, it was only then that her eyes trailed down his torso to look for anything else that she may have missed when his thick fur was in the way…

“Oh.”

Her face warmed, her eyes going wide.

He was completely and utterly nude, barely covering his groin with the blanket. His wolf ear twitched as she turned away, flustered.

‘I forgot, werewolves lose their clothing when they turn…’

For now, she simply covered him with a blanket, too tired to do anything else. With that, she left him to sleep on the couch and headed to bed.

‘What am I going to do? There’s a werewolf on my couch, right after Neon mentioned one eating her livestock. Is it the same one..? Could it… be connected to the familiars going rogue?’

She sighed, pulling the blanket up to her chin. ‘Well, whatever the case is, it’s my responsibility now. I decided to save its life, and I don’t regret it. Once it’s back to full health, I’ll think of what to do…’

With that decided, she drifted off to sleep, exhausted from her long day.

———————

In the living room, the werewolf stared up at the ceiling, his head filled with the images of the events he had been through.

‘I thought they lost my trail… those damn poachers will do anything to complete their collection…’

His heart ached to think of his clan, their coats skinned from their bodies after they were forced to transform and fight each other for their captors’ amusement. It made his blood boil to think of how scared the pups must have been, how the elders must have died comforting them with their final breaths, just for all of their words to mean nothing in the end.

He hated humans and their endless lust for money and power. For years he had avoided human contact, stued in his wolf form and attacked anyone that came near in fear of being hurt again…

That was until he met her.

Even before they officially met, he had been stalking her through the woods for months. At first, he had planned on killing her and taking over her cabin for himself. In his mind, it was only fair. Humans killed and stole from nature every single day, honestly he thought he was doing the world a favor taking one of them out.

But (Name) wasn’t like other humans. Every day, he watched her take only what she needed, and left behind gifts for the fairies and animals. She tended to the wounded creatures and made sure she never over stayed her welcome.

It would be dishonest to say he likes her, but she was the closest thing to tolerable a human could get in his eyes. So when he met her, he found himself unable to hurt her.

Though at first he kept his distance and attempted to bite her if she strayed too close, he never intended to actually hurt her. If he wanted to, he could have easily tore into her throat and feasted on her flesh… but he didn’t.

This human, this girl had become something akin to a friend to him. Despite his hatred for her kind, he couldn’t help following after her and staying by her side. It felt soothing, safe… almost familiar in a way. It reminded him of when he was just a pup and would follow behind his mother while she hunted or gathered ingredients for dinner.

So when he was attacked by the very poachers that killed his family, he escaped with only one thing in mind.

‘I have to find her!’

He followed her scent, barely dragging his wounded hide to her home and collapsing on the front step. He never would have thought that he would trust a human to help him, not after what he had been put through.

Even now, as he laid there powerless and unable to move, his mind was still conflicted. Was this really okay? Could he truly rely on this human to tend to him when he was utterly defenseless?

‘It doesn’t really look like I have much of a choice…’

Winning his trust would not be easy, but if she could… (Name) would gain a loyal companion.

Only time could tell what would become of these two…

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the-s1lly-corner · 10 months ago

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Hiya !! I hope you are doing well this day/night <33 i was hoping to request somthin for hazbin !! Soooo yeah gcbfbhbhbbh my request is for platonic!CharlieAngelvaggie with a newly hellbound young!reader ?? || like 18-|| they seem really skittish & kind like they shouldn't be in hell at all,, apology's if that was 2 specific hvbgbhbh

Platonic Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel Dust x new sinner!sweet!reader

Looooong title sorry if this is all over the place I'm writing this late at night as I got hit with the silly brain waves that make me write a whole load of stuff all at once before promptly passing out LMAO

Didnt bother separating each character into segments since this is a shorter post <\3

They all kind of adopt an older sibling relationship. Particularly Angel Dust. Between the three Angel and Charlie seem the most hung up on you being stuck in hell despite seeming like a genuinely good person. They show it in different ways, though. Charlie is more open and honest on her believing it's not fair, and it emboldens her to try to change heavens mind. Angel on the other hand is more.. subtle in expressing his.. displeasure.. but hes more.. hmm..

Charlie is working hard to try to either redeem you or get heaven to change their mind, and angel is just trying to show you how things work down in hell. What to do and what not to do, things like that. Giving you a guide, more or less. All of his sexualized comments stop, really the only time they "crop back up" is if you ever happen to mention having a crush on someone.. though it's more innocent teasing. Like how people go "oh..?? You have a friend of the gender you're attracted to?? Are you sure you aren't dating??", stuff like that if that makes sense. Very protective of you, too...

Vaggie is also protective of you. Shes angry too, but her feelings are internalized unless this is after her past of being an angel is revealed. She doesn't want you to have any part in defending the hotel when the extermination comes.. she doesn't think you cant fight she just cant handle the idea of letting someone so young get hurt under her watch. Does teach you self defense so you can put up a fight if something were to happen. Sees you as the "good trustworthy kid".. especially during group exercises because you dont cause any problems or cause friction

As mentioned Charlie starts working overtime to make things right, emboldened by the mere fact that someone like you was sent to hell. Sometimes you feel that shes putting a lot of pressure for you to be redeemed.. shes going to feel so terrible if you let her know how that's making you feel. That kind of pressure can ruin someone, especially if you were already doing everything you could. Charlie is so so apologetic

#hazbin x reader #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #charlie morningstar x you #charlie x you #charlie x reader #charlie imagine #vaggie x you #vaggie imagine #vaggie x reader #angel dust x you #angel dust x reader #angel dust imagine

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nnight-dances · 1 year ago

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SWEET BOY

PAIRING: lee seokmin x f!reader (ft. choi vernon)

GENRE: fluff, angst

TROPES: older brother figure to lover, childhood friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, jealousy, skinship, dk being a blushy idiot and you being a plain idiot.

lines are funny when it comes to your life. lines drawn from one point to another, lines forced to keep your work life and your personal life, but most important the big daunting line between you and your crush of nearly two years now, dokyeom.

it's funny, it really is, given how much time you've spent riling yourself up over him, telling yourself that he should retain the role he always had in your life: the older brother figure. because dokyeom's heart-warmingly kind, no even more so– blood-curdingly kind, painfully nice to everyone he meets, patient beyond imagination. he's worse than any nice guys you've met, simply because he fits the archetype too well to be real.

"don't you get tired?" you ask him, when he shows up at your door, clutching bags of take-out food, no doubt after hearing from your mom how you haven't had a chance to eat. yet, you'd emphasized to her after you'd made the mistake of letting her know you were too busy to cook.

"shouldn't i be asking you that?" dokyeom grunts as he lets himself into your house, familiar with the place like the back of his hand. "i know mr. ko called you in and gave you an earful for missing the last deadline, but that's no excuse to skip meals."

okay, worth mentioning is the fact that while you knew dokyeom since childhood thanks to the fact that you grew up in the same household, you'd also ended up moving to the city to sign a contract with the publishing company where he worked at, as an editor. it was half a coincidence, because you can't say you sought out the company simply on its merits.

you sigh as you stretch out a crick in your neck, "i'm not doing this because mr. ko told me to. i'm fine, i'm just trying to clear up my schedule before the end of the year. god knows i don't want to be working on new year's eve."

"and you won't," dokyeom takes off his coat, revealing a light blue sweater underneath, one that you've grown fond of. it's a sweet sweater, for a sweet man.

"well, thanks, anyway. for the food. sorry if my mom pestered you into doing this."

"i don't want to hear a word out of you till you've eaten."

you obey him silently, taking out the lukewarm bánh mì from its bag and starting to eat. dokyeom watches with a slight smile, noting how your hair was in a ponytail, a rare occurrence. just another indication that you were forcing yourself to work too hard.

"what am i going to with you…" he muses to himself, slowly tidying up the mess on your writing corner. the little wooden table you'd spent hours studying and testing before buying, is crowded with stationery and a few notebooks. your laptop sits blank, screen indicating that it was close to dying. dokyeom brushes off the stray balls of napkins off and into the small trashcan next to the chair, followed by all the tiny eraser dust particles. he's just plugged in your laptop when he hears you call out his name softly.

"hmm?" he calls back. "you want some coffee?" you ask and when dokyeom arches a brow at you, you wave your empty hands, "i'm done eating! can a girl not want a warm liquid post-meal?"

"fine, fine. i'll have some, thanks." he laughs as you glare at him, mumbling incoherencies about him.

"oh, right, i almost forgot to tell you," dokyeom pulls out his phone, ten minutes later when the two of you are settled on the couch, waiting for your steaming mugs to settle down a little. "there's a department-wide party this sunday, an end of year gathering or something. you should come, i hear the budget this year's crazy. it's at a fancy hotel and everything."

you narrow your eyes at dokyeom, "i don't know about that. work parties are a slog, dude. i can't stand to get drunk with the people who literally torture the creativity out of me."

"that's harsh, y/n. and an exaggeration."

"whatever…" you fiddle with the sleeves of your sweatshirt, "i… i don't even have a date. it's kind of a short notice to find someone anyway–"

"i'll be your date," dokyeom offers, faster than either of you could comprehend his response. his ears flush, "um, i mean, i'll go with you, if you don't… mind."

"why would i mind? i just thought you'd have someone to go with already," you say and when you catch the shy look on your friend's face, "unless of course, nobody's asked you. which i totally understand."

"hey! i don't want to take names but i've had to tell some people no already. so don't–"

"oh? so you rejected the people who did ask you? i thought you were too nice to do that. "

"yeah, i did. i didn't want to go with them. i don't know them well enough to guarantee they'll be fun for the entire night. plus, it's messy going with someone from work. you agree once, who's to say they'll keep asking you for life?"

"i'm someone from work, too," you point out, averting your gaze to the coffee, watching the evaporation swirl around.

"you're different, silly," dokyeom chuckles out, arm hitting yours, "we're already messy. i knew you before work, and i'll know you long after. we're more than that, you know?"

that? whatever he meant, you find your heart soaring ever so much, "hm, i suppose you're not wrong. fine, i'll come to the party." if it's with you.

that night you find yourself obsessing over this conversation. what did dk mean we're already messy? you were messy? you knew he didn't mean that like a bad thing but the word unsettled you anyway. your feelings for him only made it harder to listen to him objectively, especially when he says stuff like we're more than that. more than what, exactly?

–

dokyeom's having a hell of a day, carrying around a headache he's had since this morning and a heavy to-do list that doesn't seem to be going anywhere despite the fact that he's been at his desk for about five hours now. he sits back with a grunt, taking his eyes off his screen for a moment to take a break.

as soon as he tunes back into the physical world around him, he overhears his coworkers chatting near his desk, instant coffeee in hand.

"yo, you're kidding! how'd you get her number finally?" ren, a newbie, elbows the man next to him. vernon, the man in question, is grinning too wide for his own good.

"i just asked her for it. i told her i had some important doubts about her new manuscript."

"that didn't annoy her?"

"nah, y/n's chill like that. she was super nice about it, too, telling me she would love to hear from me."

ren gasps dramatically, "no way, do you think she–"

dokyeom clears his throat with a start, having had enough as an eavesdropper for the day. he stands up, making eye-contact with vernon who shoots him a nonchalant smile. it pisses dokyeom off, how wasn't he bothered?

his headache's only getting worse so he decides to get himself something to eat while he's at it. some fresh air might help him. he shoots the pair a stiff smile as he leaves the office, hand clutching his phone a little too hard. as he gets into the elevator, he's alerted of a message.

speak of the devil, he thinks when your name pops up on his screen. am i expected to dress formal for this party? you ask.

only if u want to :) he shoots back.

… what kind of an answer is that.

an honest one. expectations are only as high as you want them to be.

you know i hate you right

enough to ask me to be ur date? <3 <3

you're befuddled on the other side of the chat, "who asked who?" you mumble, choosing to not respond to dokyeom's frustrating reply to your very genuine question.

dokyeom, on the other hand, is feeling much better now that he's had a chance to talk to you. where you're reserved about your feelings for him, dokyeom really couldn't be more transparent about them. or so he thinks. but really, he's convinced he couldn't be clearer about how he feels about you– instantaneous responses to your texts, making sure you eat on time, corresponding with your mom to reassure her of your good health, careful attention to what you're into at the time so he can buy you the things you refuse to splurge on.

to dokyeom, this was the clearest confession of his love for you. the only reason he hasn't vocalized it in person is because he doubts any good would come out of it. he's more than happy with the relationship he has with you, a safe enough distance but a warm closeness anyway. besides, he's pretty certain you think of him as more of a brother than anything. an older brother figure you've known since you were children. better to keep things the way they were. right?

–

dokyeom's increasily unsure about his convictions to keep things the same. maybe it had something to do with the fact that you look breathtaking tonight. you're adorned in the prettiest pink dress, eyes sparkling more than usual thanks to the glitter you'd dabbed on and hair cascading down to your shoulders in curls that has him a little weak in the knees.

he does visibly gape at you when you greet him at the door with a small smile. he's flustered enough to be out of words so you're left speaking to a shell of him. "hey, you're a little earlier than i imagined. i'm almost ready. come in though."

when he stands still despite your invitation, you frown. "dokyeom?" he bites his lip as he comes to and nods, walking in after you. "you good?"

"yeah, just a little nervous."

"nervous?"

"you look really pretty," he musters, reddening when your eyes widen at his honest confession, "i'm a little dizzy." the two statements are correlated but you don't pick up on that, instead becomes concerned. you take his arm and your cold touch on his arm only sends him further down his dazed condition.

"dizzy? that's no good. come sit," you pull him to the couch, making him take a seat. god, dokyeom thinks he's dreaming when you touch his cheek, "do you need medicine? warm tea? water?"

he clears his throat, "n-no, i'm fine," he lets himself fall against the cushions, closing his eyes against the rush in his veins. "just– you should go get ready. i'll be back to normal soon."

you look at him in confusion for a prolonged few seconds before giving up and doing as he said. when you come back, you have a lip gloss and heels on. "okay," you announce to the back of dokyeom's head, "i'm ready, dk."

he sits up quickly, head clearing up now. he turns around to you and smiles a cheerful smile that is much more like him. "alright! let's go!"

you watch him warily anyway, all the way to his car. "ah, your hair–" you reach out to the back of his head where some hair stuck out from his earlier meltdown. gently, you brush the disturbances away, fingers swift in their adminstrations. dokyeom thinks he might break down again, the gesture making him feel giddy all over again. it doesn't help when he feels your warm breath on his neck when you sigh, returning to your seat. "ok, no more hair casualities, we are set to go."

dokyeom can't afford to look up at you so he simply starts the car, keeping his head straight so he can drive the both of you to the venue safely.

being in a room bustling with people he knows really helps dokyeom, for as soon as you reach the hall, he takes off in a rush, something about having to greet everyone that's important. you don't know to feel about his flight but you manage to shrug it off, trusting him enough to know he'll be back before long.

you station yourself near the refreshments, finding yourself a flute of champagne and some hors d'oeuvres to keep you company while dokyeom does what he does. you find yourself mildly enjoying yourself, people-watching all sorts of groups and downing your second serving of champagne, when you're joined by someone.

it's kitty, a coworker you're less than fond of, thanks to her loud mouth and overwhelming beauty. she's dressed in an immaculate white dress, face glowing even in the harsh light as she smiles at you. "y/n!"

"kitty," you acknowledge her with a cordial nod of your own, hoping this wouldn't take too long.

"how've you been? you look much better than the last time i saw, so not too bad i hope!"

your smile sours, "i'm fine, kitty. nice to see you're feeling as chatty as usual."

"i am! what better ocassion than a party to be social," she remarks pointedly and you contain a sigh. kitty was an important coworker, unfortunately for you, with her in charge for your public image and general likeability. it really should be criminal how little she likes you for someone who has to make sure you appeal to the masses.

"i didn't even think i'd see you around. you have a date?"

"i'm here with dokyeom, yeah."

this seems to startle kitty, because she's speechless for a moment. "dokyeom? he said yes to you?"

ignoring whatever undertones of disbelief kitty's giving off, you roll your eyes, "it was more that he forced me to come with him, but yeah, sure, however you wanna say it."

"wow, dokyeom's really kind to do that. he even turned me down. he must really treasure your friendship."

now you've had enough of her insinuations, so you cut the chat short. "sorry, kitty, i need to use the bathroom. excuse me."

you break away from her, feeling the weight of her glare at your aloofness. you really don't care for her snarky remarks usual, long-accustomed to the kind of gossip she likes to generate. but tonight, your tolerance was low. you didn't want to think about why dokyeom asked you to come to the party, and you certainly didn't want kitty's suggestions marinate in your mind. but it's too late, you feel your chest tighten at the thought of dokyeom feeling pity for you, asking you to come because that's just how kind he was, and you, his best charity case.

dokyeom spots you from across the room where he's eventually recovered from his weak condition. he feels guilt spike through his veins when he sees you storm away from kitty, who's no doubt spewed some obnoxious nonsense to make you leave the room with that tense expression of yours.

he excuses himself from his conversation to run off after you, managing to catch you as you leave the hall.

"y/n!" he calls out, catching ahold of your shoulder. "where are you going?"

you stop, startled by dokyeom's interception. you slowly turn around, trying your best to neutralize your expression. "um, just using the bathroom. i drank that champagne a little too fast."

"oh, you sure you're okay? i saw you talking to kitty earlier and i know how frustrating she can be."

you laugh mirthlessly, "i'll be okay as long as i don't run into her in the next five months or so." you turn away, presumably toward the washroom. you'd hoped your explanation would be enough to soothe dokyeom's curiosity but then you hear him follow after you.

"dk?"

"i'll go with you."

"to the washroom?"

"uh, yeah. i'll walk you in case you can't find your way back."

"they have signs everywhere and the party's in the biggest hall here– i– whatever, i need to pee too bad to argue with you right now."

from thereon, dokyeom doesn't leave your side for a second. you don't know what to think of it but you don't complain because your mood's much better when you spend your time by his side, shitting on the ocassional passerby and laughing at each other's jokes.

dokyeom regrets leaving you by yourself in the first place, especially because he's almost too certain that kitty had told you he'd turned her invitation down. it was awkward to even look at her, let alone talk to her. but then again, she's never been one to care about other people's comfort because about halfway into the night, you spot her trailing back to your table with a few people following her.

the group crowds your table and you find yourself pressed against a stranger who no doubt works with kitty. he shoots you a sleazy smile and you're grateful when you feel dokyeom subtly pull you closer toward him with a hand around your waist. what you don't expect is him to leave him arm there, draped down your back, finger resting against the small of lower back, sending chills up your spine.

"hey, you two! what're you upto, you've been stuck to this table for the entire night," kitty laughs.

dokyeom notices vernon among the group, much to his chagrin, smiling at you boyishly. you wave back at vernon with a soft chuckle, thankful that not everyone in this crowd was a snoozefest.

"just talking," is dokyeom's curt response. "are y'all enjoying the party?" he adresses the larger group, making it a point to not look at kitty.

"i wish there was more real food," someones pipes in with a grunt and people laugh in agreement.

"the wine's really good though. expensive stuff," vernon points out, looking at the wine glass propped between you and dokyeom.

"yeah, it's maybe the best thing about this party," you chime in with a smile. before dokyeom can somehow bring up the fact that he'd been drinking out of the same glass as you, ren gasps out loud, "oh my god, guys, the mistletoe man's back!"

you look around in confusion and find a man dressed in green overalls walking around with some mistletoe stuck his chest, neatly tied with a red ribbon stuck to his chest. "the fuck?" you mumble out and dokyeom laughs at your bewilderment. "it's a stupid tradition," dokyeom says softly to you, "heard someone say it's to foster closer connections between workers."

"by forcing them to kiss?" you whisper back with a grimace as you watch a pair break away from their kiss with bitter expressions. it's fine though because they look at each other's disgust and break into laughter, their table cheering them on.

"i think it's cute!" kitty remarks, watching the man as he turns around from a few tables over.

"shit, i think he's coming over here," ren curses. "why's that a bad thing?" kitty questions, smiling, eyes glued to the side of dokyeom's face. you might gouge your eyes out one of these days. you're too busy ignoring the ruckus kitty's causing with her frantic giggles as the mistetoe man approaches her. but then he goes past her and she goes silent, eyes coming to still behind you. that's when you realize the mistletoe man's standing square between you and dokyeom.

you turn around to the man with wide eyes but he simply smiles, "the mistletoe man knows when he sees two lovers!" you don't know what he means till you become aware of dokyeom's arm around you. he pulls away in surprise and his face is red when you look up at dokyeom.

"this is stupid," you murmur, hoping he'll agree and you wouldn't have to participate in this tradition.

"kiss! kiss! kiss!" ren starts a chant and everyone but kitty and vernon is quick to join in. dokyeom looks bewildered at the unison, and he looks at you, then down at your lips. "we don't have to do this," he comforts you.

"do you want to?" you ask him under your breath. you feel yourself flushing.

"i'll do it if you want to."

you hate how agreeable dokyeom is sometimes, wishing he would decide for you, for this once. you don't want to think about all the eyes on you, the whispering that's no doubt been reignited. everyone knows you and dokyeom have been friends and maybe something more for years now, but to witness conclusive proof is thrilling to them.

you feel frozen with the weight of the decision upon you. but then kitty opens her stupid mouth, "ah, dokyeomie, you don't have to do something you don't want to–"

that spurs you on, you find yourself pressing yourself against dokyeom, raising yourself to his height so you can press your lips to his. he meets you halfway, as if he'd been waiting for you to do exactly this, his large hand finding your cheek so he can seal the deal.

this goes without saying, you've never kissed dokyeom before, but the way it feels so natural has you questioning if this really was the first time. his lips are pillowy against yourself, his breath hitting your face sweetly when you finally pull away. his eyes are hooded like you've never seen them and you really wish you could memorize this feeling, ingrain it into your mind for later.

but the moment breaks when you hear the table around you erupt with all kinds of reactions. you don't care to look though, too busy with your own reaction to handle. your heart's fluttering but your eyes feel watery when you pull away from dokyeom. you don't know what to think of all the lines you've been worrying about, the line between you and dokyeom cracking the moment you leaned into his lips.

–

dokyeom's scared for his life right now. after the chaos around you settled a little, you'd looked at him and quietly asked if he could drive you home right now. he'd been quick to agree, following you out of the door without bidding anyone goodbye. but you're silent the entire walk to his car, not answering him when he asks if you're okay.

now that you're settled in the car, he pauses before starting the engine. "y/n," he starts softly. you focus on your breathing, staring down at your hands blankly. "i'm sorry."

this makes you look up at him, mouth slightly ajar. "...why are you sorry?" you ask quietly, lips set in a narrow line.

"i– that must have made you uncomfortable. i didn't know what else to–"

"i was the one who kissed you," you comment, looking away and out the window, hands now fists in your lap. dokyeom watches as you tuck some stray strands of hair behind your ear, "i should be sorry."

should be, because you weren't a bit sorry about the kiss. the circumstances that caused it? sure. but the kiss itself wasn't something you would undo.

dokyeom doesn't know what to say because there's so much to say. where does he even start? "i thought you always saw me as a… brother."

"what?" your eyes hold a sea of disbelief in them but then as you blink back at a solemn dokyeom, you think it's not that crazy for him to think that after all. "well, i used to. how could i not? mom had drilled it into my system to rely on you like you were family."

dokyeom hums, "...and?"

"i mean, i clearly don't think… i don't have the feelings of a sister toward you," you mumble, your cheeks on fire when you hear your poor phrasing. "if i did, it would be a problem that i wanted to kiss back there."

"you did?" dokyeom gapes and you look at him with a slight tilt of your head. "i– obviously!" you tell him.

he swallows, "wow. i don't even know what to think–" it's his turn to look at his hands that are trembling, "honest to god, i've never harboured anything but romantic feelings for you, y/n." he says this, head lowered as if in shame, ears revealing how embarassed he was. "i love your mother, but i swear she wanted to kill me the way she encouraged you to call me your brother when you were out with me."

you grimace, holding back a chuckle, "i'm sorry…"

"don't be," dokyeom sounds truly defeated, as if the work of hiding his feelings from you had finally caught up with him. "i'm sorry i didn't make myself clearer sooner. never imagined we'd talk about this because we got bullied into our first kiss."

you sigh, nodding as you mutter an agreement. dokyeom rises from his slouch slowly, coming to lock eyes with you. one of his hands comes to rest atop your own fist, prying it open so that you were holding his. you feel warm beyond imagination, feeling like you might burst open with the intensity of your feelings for dokyeom, wondering how you'd ever managed to keep them secret.

"can…" you stop, voice hoarse, licking your lips nervously, "will you kiss me? for real this time?"

it doesn't take dokyeom a moment's hesitation to close the distance betwen you, his soft lips back on yours, not soon enough for you to get used to the gentle saccharine daze that overcame you. your unoccupied hand card through his hair, similar to a few hours ago when you'd been fixing it, but this time dokyeom lets out the mewl he'd been contatining last time.

he pulls away with a somewhat grunt, eyes starry, "there's no way you didn't know what your were doing." you look back at him, a little breathless with a look of complete confusion.

he sighs, giving in and rest his head against yours, "when you were fixing my hair earlier, i thought i'd die of a heart attack. finally give up and move on from you, if only in death."

"don't say that, dk," you scold him, hands around him in concern, "and i don't understand why– i mean i feel like we've touched… in other ways before so–"

"i don't know either!" he exclaims, "i just– you looked so fucking gorgeous tonight and then you kept being oblivious to how obviously down bad i am for you– i just couldn't."

"hey, you weren't obvious if i didn't know! that's unfair…" you mumble, looking away with flushed cheeks. it didn't make sense to you. but dokyeom simply laughs into your shoulder, pulling you into a hug, not much of a change for your dynamic. you'd hugged dokyeom countless times before but now you feel unimaginably closer to him, like you were actually holding him, the entirety of him in your arms. it was incredible, the warmth that blossomed inside you in the silence that surrounded you. it was love.

love shows up even in the early mornings when you're with dokyeom. he'd slept over after your date last night, when you'd insisted you would be too lonely to sleep if he promptly took off (like a gentleman, he commented). you'd laid in bed till 2 am, kissing and talking the night away, his hands finding their indents underneath your worn-out tee.

you wake up to his nose snuggled in your neck, breathing softly in slumber, hair sticking out every which way. you can't help the loving giggle that leaves you, making him stir in his sleep, arm coming to sit atop your bare stomach.

"sweet boy," you mumble, placing a kiss atop his forehead and watching in awe as his brown eyes come to life at the action. "you awake?" you jokingly ask but dokyeom responds with a groggy grunt, smiling with fluttering eyes.

you run a finger through his hair. he groans, "don't wake up yet." you laugh, stroking a strand behind his ear, "but i'm already–"

he cuts you off with a pout, "no, don't wake up, love. please, want to sleep some more."

you sigh and shift impossibly closer to him. "all right, then. can't argue with that logic."

with that, you doze off again. how you manage to fall right back asleep is beyond you, though it might have something to do with the fact that dokyeom's presence brings you a serenity you didn't know you could feel, a feeling that's better than the soft comforter that he himself had picked out for your bed. his arms hold you close, the sweetness melting your heart the whole time you dream, dreaming of dokyeom and of love.

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scmoobly · 1 year ago

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Wanna Be Yours | Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Even months after Bucky had rescued you from HYDRA, you still had a separation anxiety that made you paranoid when he wasn't around. And so did Bucky.

Content: [bucky being unable to stay away from you] [Comforting] [minor pining for each other] [alluding to s³x]

Warning: Mild mature themes

A/N: first buck fic😍✋️That I'm posting anyways. Not saying my draft isn't full of horndog shit BUT PLEASE PAY ATTENTION THIS PART IS IMPORTANT. Please watch this bucky edit before reading. It'll give you a visual of this fic. I'll leave the link in the comments as well so it's easier to copy. Okay, enjoy ♡ https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNMdKCFQ/

Not proofread, Sorr :)

"Bucky."

"Hmm." A low grumble echoed from the other end of the call, the familiar rattle of his metal arm easing the anxiety in your chest.

"I miss you."

"I'm working." He responded with the same monotonous effect. He'd been dispatched on a mission nearby, along with Natasha Romanoff only about 20 minutes ago.

She was a glorified babysitter that Steve had assigned to accompany Bucky just in case he got himself in trouble.

As grateful as you were that they'd helped Bucky save you from HYDRA, you weren't that well acquainted with the avengers to know their relationship with each other so the fact that you were left at the tower alone while Bucky was out with someone else just didn't sit well in your stomach.

"I miss you." You repeated mechanically into the phone. It was a habit hard to kill even though it had been months since you'd been freed from the shackles Pierce constricted you in. You were no longer a soldier, but it wasn't like you could just turn off or forget years of torture.

When there was no response, you opted to repeat yourself another time before he interrupted you. "I miss y-" "I know."

You heard a soft sigh from the other line, a few minutes of silence passing before it disconnected with a distorted click.

•

10 minutes later

The door to Buckys bedroom swung open, revealing you sitting in front of it with your legs curled up to your chest, the same inexpressive look in your eyes as they looked up at him.

"How long have you been sitting here?" His brows knotted, and his forehead creased revealing a hint of worry. "Since you left." You answered to which he could only respond with a deep exhale.

Bucky walked closer to you, crouching down to your level before gently sliding a few strands of hair behind your ear, his thumb caressing the skin of your cheek with caution.

Leaning into his touch came much easier to you than most things. Having Bucky close was your only source of comfort after he'd rescued you. His presence grounded you in a whole new world that felt like it was caving in around you.

A world where no one knew who you were but him, and you depended on him to not forget yourself.

"Let's get you to bed." Before you could say anything, Bucky had already hooked his arms around your body, lifting you up with almost zero effort. Your own found their way around his shoulder, eyes glued to his stone cold expression as he moved you nimbly over to the bed and set you down.

"Are you hungry?" He questioned further while reaching for the covers to which you'd responded with a light shake of your head.

"Just missed you." A low hum erupted from the depth of his chest.

Pulling the covers over your legs Bucky sat himself down beside you on the edge of the bed, leaning his back against the headrest before stretching his hand out in your direction, lacing his fingers through your hair.

Forget the Avengers. Your own relationship with Bucky was a mystery, if not anything else. One thing was clear, though. You were definitely not friends. At least you didn't want to be.

The years you'd spent being tortured and trained at HYDRA's base was something only he had the capability to understand. Naturally, your heart ran to him to seek any kind of empathy or comfort, but you'd both been wrung so tight that any sense of emotional sensitivity had been drained from you almost completely.

It took him a long a while, but he'd warmed up to the Avengers, finding his old best friend in Steve, a good companion in Sam, and a supportive team in everyone else.

However, it wasn't so easy for you. Bucky was all you had, and you'd worried your dependence on him in trying to fit back into society would someday become too much of a burden. The vehemence of your affection for him seemed to be concealed by the expressionless look on your face and the thought that he would someday choose to want someone who showered him with love unlike you.

Little to your knowledge, Bucky had his own apprehensions when it came to you. He'd thought being around the Avengers who'd protect you at any cost would make you feel more comfortable and safe. That it would help you open up.

That was the reason he had insisted for you to stay at the tower after the rescue mission. Well. Half of it anyway.

He couldn't stand the thought of you being alone the way he was, holeing up within the dark confines of his room. As hypocritical as it was, he cared too much to see you turn into the version of himself that he'd barely managed to escape.

You deserve to feel the warm flutter of happiness in your body. You, more than him. More than anyone.

That's why he'd rushed back to the tower halfway through his mission after you'd called, leaving Natasha to deal with the aftermath.

He could almost still feel the wind on his face from how harshly he'd revved the engine of the Harley Davidson Street 750.

"Bucky?"

You whisper softly while looking up at him, your doe eyes making him take in a deep breath. "Y-yeah?" He didn't realise how long he'd been staring or how close you'd gotten, your breaths mingling with each other, caressing the others' skin and sending shivers up and down his spine.

Close. Too close.

Too close not to do anything about it.

His metal arm that had been stroking your hair slid down to hook around the back of your neck, the cold vibranium thumb tracing circles on your jaw, and you couldn't help leaning into the touch, sucking in a breath, you closed your eyes in contentment.

"Bucky.." You purred, your cheeks filled with unfamiliar heat. Blushing? Bucky was making you blush.

Meanwhile, Bucky seemed to be awestruck as he blinked in disbelief. "You.. smiled." It was brief, a very small one, but he definitely caught it, and suddenly he couldn't think of anything more beautiful than the sight of it.

He wondered what it would take to see your lips tug upwards just a little more. To hear you laugh if he was lucky enough.

Buckys mind was clouded. Filled with the image of heaven that you'd graced him with, and suddenly he was closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to your own.

"Smile for me, doll."

Your eyes widen when his lips finally pressed against yours, knocking the wind out of you. However, it only took a few seconds for you to melt into the sensation. You had been craving it after all.

Your body began to curl up in an effort to be as close to him as possible, fingers grazing the outline of his stubble. A muffled whine slipped from your lips, causing Bucky to chuckle into the kiss before parting only slightly, an adoring look in his eyes. One you couldn't fathom was meant for you.

"Somehow, that was even better." He cooed, sliding his hand down your arm, the side of your body before resting on your hips, giving it a little squeeze.

"Come here, babydoll." He murmured with a feverish look in his eyes, using both hands to hold onto your hips and move you to straddle his lap. The pet names only served to make your ears burn hotter.

As soon as he'd settled you on top of him, you could feel how tight his pants had grown around him. Your chest heaved up and down as the alien feeling of arousal bubbled in your stomach and in between your thighs, making you squirm and let out little mewls.

"Shh, shh.. calm down, sweets. I have you." It felt like his lips had been taped into a smile. He wanted to ingraine the faces you were making in the deepest part of his thoughts. "I'm right here." He continued, leaning close to leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck, pausing at your shoulder to breathe in your scent before continuing down your collarbone, your arm all the way down to the back of your hand.

"You smell intoxicating. And you taste even better." Your breathe hitches for the millionth time. There was nothing you could think to say in response to his sweet words. Your silence was fine with him, though, because you displayed your innermost feelings on your face, and it was all he needed.

With both hands, he pressed your hips down onto him, eliciting a gasp from you. "Mm. And those delicious sounds you make. You must be an angel given human form because you make me feel like I'm in seventh heaven-" Bucky huffed out the last bit, his own chest heaving in anticipation.

You'd already showed him more emotions in that very second than you had the last few months you'd spent with him, and he was more than eager to explore what more he could pull out of you..

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fxckn-sxck-fr · 10 months ago

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Hello!! Big fan of your writing! I feel like we both have the same brain because the ideas you write about are the exact same I think of to go to sleep at night 💀 can I ask if you have any thoughts on platonic yandere Leon Kennedy with a female reader?

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒…

!!! Female reader (duh), idolizing, delusional behavior, over-protectiveness, Lowkey touch-starved Leon, surprisingly soft writing from someone like me.

Hmm… there’s honestly many directions you could go with a platonic yandere Leon, and they all depend on the circumstance. When did you guys meet? Was it pre-zombie breakout, during, or after? Did you work at the R.P.D.? Maybe with Umbrella? Are you also government agent post-breakout? What’s the age gap between the two of you? Who’s older?

… Okay, now that I have that all written down, I have so many thoughts on each individual idea but they all keep SWIMMING AWAY FROM ME WHEN I TRY TO WRITE SOMETHING, so lemme focus on a consistent idea.

RE2 Leon might have a tendency to look up to you. Maybe you’re his superior, older than him, or just generally have a leader-like personality that’s reassuring whenever shit goes down. If you have a more caring/nurturing personality, there’s a chance that he’ll think of you as an older sister or even a motherly figure. This is where it spirals into idolization, worshipping the ground you walk on as though you were a goddess sent to encourage him through all his trials and tribulations.

He’ll forever feel in debt to your kindness. Even if you aren’t a particularly friendly woman, his brain distorts any sort of gesture from you — be it nice, neutral, or rude —into something with a deeper meaning. Because of this, he’s fiercely loyal to you, acting as your personal guard dog when trouble comes. No one is allowed to lay a finger on you as long as he’s alive, but not because he thinks you can’t handle yourself; he just wants to share his eternal gratitude with you somehow, and if throwing himself in the face of danger, then he’s more than willing to sacrifice himself to show it.

Meanwhile, RE4 Leon might have a tendency to see you as his responsibility. Maybe you’re a rookie, younger than him, or just generally have an air of confusion and fear around you. His empathy would get the best of him, memories of Raccoon City tugging at his heartstrings as he sees part of himself in you. He’ll still try to maintain his rough exterior, but there’s always a hint of softness in his eyes when it comes to you, and it’s only a matter of time before his resolve completely cracks. You’re his younger sister; a daughter, even… and this is where the paranoia comes into play.

No one is allowed to touch you. No one is allowed to speak to you. No one is even allowed to look at you (and yes, he enforces this rule by sending those who try a serious death glare). He’s fiercely protective of you, not above beating the shit out of anyone who he deems a threat to your safety. He may also get a bit controlling, doing things like ordering advising you to change clothes should your outfit be revealing, or talking mad shit about people you express fondness for (not necessarily because he wants you to only have eyes on him, he just doesn’t want anyone to have eyes on you).

What connects these two Leons is their craving for physical touch. While RE2 Leon doesn’t feel worthy for it, he absolutely melts whenever you put a hand on him. I am a big lovesick puppy Leon fan (BECAUSE PLATONIC YANDERES CAN ACT LIKE LOVESICK PUPPIES TOO), so you know this man will be giving you the puppy dog eyes for head pats. And RE4 Leon would rather die than admit this, but he likes it when you nervously hang onto his bicep while you walk side by side. Also, imagining him holding you on his lap, his coat engulfing you as he glares daggers at anyone who even looks your way makes me so soft.

… You know, this was generally very tame for me. I think part of it has to do with how general I’m being, but I think it’s also cuz platonic yandere Leon makes me melt. If y’all got any fucked up ideas about Leon, hit me up.

#❥ CALL INCOMING: DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES?#❥ TW: YANDERE #❥ YANDERE CHARACTER #❥ PLATONIC YANDERE #❥ YANDERE LEON KENNEDY #❥ YANDERE LEON KENNEDY X READER #❥ FEMALE READER

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choke-me-joey · 2 years ago

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Birthday Boy

Joseph Quinn x female reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, RPF (don't like, don't read, don't bitch), pure birthday smut, blowjobs, swallowing, use of sex toys, anal, squirting, creampie, it's just pure filth and I'm not sorry.

Not proof read bc I'm too horny for that and my fingers type faster than my brain works.

You'd agreed on no presents.

No presents, no fuss, nothing, just the day spent together doing absolutely nothing, surrounded by all the bloody unpacked boxes in your new home. That's all he wanted before the madness of filming for A Quiet Place began.

Oh, and a little lie in.

So at 10am when your internal body clock simply will not allow you to sleep anymore, you pop to the bathroom without waking him. You then decide to wake the birthday boy up with a blowjob, slowly taking your time, palming his cock to full hardness through his boxers, and then slipping them over his slim hips to about mid thigh, taking him into your mouth.

He groans in his sleep, but hasn't yet pulled the duvet off of you, so you know he isn't fully awake. You swallow his cock down, holding him in your throat until your eyes water and your gag reflex kicks in, quickly coming up for air and using your mouth on his balls instead.

"Fuck," Joe grunts, throwing the duvet off of you. You smirk at him whilst still tonguing at his sack.

"Happy birthday, Joey." You coo, before sucking the head of his cock softly, your hand slowly jerking the rest of his thick shaft.

"Hmm, god I love you." he laughs, a breathy and raspy sound that makes your pussy throb. You take him into your throat once more, and his hand rests gently on the back of your head. "Fucking hell, babe, gonna make me cum doing that."

Your eyes flick up to him as if to say "that's kind of the point" and you pull up a little, hollowing out your cheeks and moving your mouth up and down. Joe starts to breathe heavier, his grip on your hair getting tighter. You know he's close, so you deep throat him again, nose brushing up against the neat hairs at the base of his cock. Your free hand plays with his balls, and he grunts loudly, moaning as he shoots his load down your throat.

You swallow everything he gives you, humming at his taste. When he's done, you pull off, placing a kiss to his softening cock and pulling his boxers back up. You crawl back up the bed and Joe pulls you against him, holding you close. He kisses your head.

"So, how does it feel being 29?" You smile, fingers lightly ghosting over his stomach and chest. You playfully pinch his nipple and he flinches, both of you laughing. He slaps your bum.

"Well, after that, I'd say being 29 feels fucking good. Give me a few minute and I'll probably say it feels exactly the same as being 28." He says, a soft smile on his face; post orgasm glow looks good on him. "Which is still amazing. I've got my beautiful girl in my bed, we own a lovely house together-"

"You're an international star about to shoot his first proper film," you tease, making him scoff.

"Shh." He silences you with a kiss, his soft and plush lips moving with yours in perfect tandem. "It's been a bit of a mad year, hasn't it?"

"Just a bit. But I'm so proud of you, babe." You cup his cheek with your hand. "I love you, happy birthday baby."

"I love you too, darling. Thank you." He yawns, stretching a little. He reaches over to the bedside table for his glasses, meaning he's going to try and get up. You pin him to the bed, and he looks at you in confusion.

"I've got a little surprise for you," you say, pecking his lips once more.

"Love, I didn't want anything," he groans and you laugh.

"Trust me, you're going to want this." You tease, peeling off your pyjama shorts. His demeanor quickly changes.

"Oh?" He smirks as you kneel beside him on the bed, stripping off your PJ tshirt so you're completely naked for him. You grin and turn around, bending over to reveal the butt plug sat snugly in your ass (a product of your trip to the bathroom before you woke him up). He chokes out "Oh my god."

"Wanna fuck my ass, birthday boy?" You look over your shoulder at him, lowering your chest to the bed even more, arching your back so your ass moved up even more for him. Joe laughs in disbelief, stripping himself of his boxers and kneeling behind you, tapping his now hard cock against your soaking pussy.

"Is that even a question?" You can hear the grin on his face. You'd only done anal a couple of times before, and not for a while at that. You'd taken advantage of his hectic schedule to get yourself prepped for his birthday, using various plugs and toys on yourself until you were sure, with a little prep from him when you were actually doing it, that you'd be able to take him. You pass him a small bottle of lube out of your bedside drawer. "Do I even need this, babe? You're soaked already," Joe pushes the head of his cock into your cunt, both of you hissing at the feeling. The butt plug made it tighter, and the pleasure greater for both of you. He slides in easily, bumping your gspot a few times. "Gonna fill up all your holes today, baby. Sound good?"

"God, Joe, fuck yes," you whine, clawing at the sheets, pushing back against him. "Really need you to fuck my ass first though."

"Alright, alright, I was just warming you up a little bit baby." Joe chuckles at your eagerness before pulling out, marvelling at how your pussy and ass looked all spread out for him. He smothers his cock in lube before carefully removing the plug. "Fucking Christ," Joe groans at the sight of your hole, waiting ready for him. "You've been preparing for this, haven't you? Filthy girl."

He circles two lubed fingers around the ring of muscle, pushing them in with ease. You whine at the sensation, your cunt practically dripping onto the bed below you. He adds a third finger, the stretch only burning a little but it soon dissappears as he fucks you with his fingers, stretching you in preparation for his cock. "Think you're ready baby? Think you can take me?"

"Joe, please!" You beg, your neglected clit almost painfully swollen now. Joe reaches under you and gently rubs circles onto your clit as his cock slowly pushes in to your ass.

You both moan loudly at the feeling; him because God, you're so fucking tight and warm around his cock and you because you're so full, so fucking full and his fingers are so good on your clit-

"Joe!" You cry out, cumming before he can barely get the head of his cock inside you.

"Holy shit, already?! Barely got my cock inside you, babe, fuck you wanted this didn't you?"

"Fuck, yes, Joe, wanted it so bad, please, please, please-"

You're babbling beneath him, begging and moaning as he bottoms out inside of your ass. He stays there for a minute, swatting your cheek as you whine and protest wanting him to move.

"Wait a minute, baby. Don't want this to be over just yet, yeah? Be a good girl and let me fuck you, okay?"

You nod, whimpering. You cry out as you feel his (clean) fingers thrust into your pussy at the same time as he pulls out and slams into your ass. You've never, ever been this full, you didn't think it was possible. Joe had used his fingers on your ass before when he was balls deep in your pussy but this...this was heaven.

Joe starts moving faster, grunting with each thrust.

"God, you feel so fucking good, baby, so fucking tight around my cock. Not gonna last long, gonna cum in this pretty little ass, yeah? Fill you up, maybe put that plug back in and make you walk around with my cum in your ass all day, yeah?"

You can't form a sentence to respond to him because you're cumming again, this time squirting over his hand and the bedsheets, your body going limp as you cry out. "Fucking hell, Jesus baby, you just got tighter, shit, tell me I can cum in your ass, want you to say it-"

"Cum in my ass, Joey, please!" You moan out and Joe curses again.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck, gonna cum, shit, baby, I'm cumming-!" With one last slam of his hips, Joe groans and cums, shooting deep inside your ass. You moan with him, feeling his cock twitch.

Joe then collapses on top of you, both of you panting and sweaty. He trails soft kisses over your back and shoulders. He slowly pulls out of you and shoots you a wicked grin, before slipping the butt plug back into your ass.

"Joe..." you whine, a matching dopey grin across your face. "Didn't think you were actually serious."

"Deadly serious, love, about that and about everything else. Give me 5 minutes and I'm fucking that pretty little pussy of yours, think she needs some attention, hmm?"

"Whatever you say, birthday boy, but I'm gonna need about 10 minutes."

"Happy fucking birthday to me." He grins, flopping back onto the pillows.

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn x y/n

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c-o-t-o · 11 months ago

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would you be able to do nsfw 21 mixed with nsfw 8, where denji walks in on m!reader jerking off and realises he wants in on it (kinda like him liking dudes suddenly clicks for him)

The Onsen Incident

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x male reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, sexual frustration, masterbation.

Misc: ~3.9k words. Requested by anon (Denji walking in on you masterbating, realizing he likes guys). Okay I got REALLY into this fic! I could have kept going, but needed to stop myself at a certain point lol. If you'd like a continuation just let me know!

About: Aki takes you and Denji on an Onsen trip, and you can't help but keep trying to play with yourself while you're there.

*Do not remove info or credit from posts when reblogging or sharing!*

You had been living with the Hayakawas for a while now, once you joined their team. But since Aki’s place wasn't too big, you shared a room with Denji. You two clicked right away and ended up spending more and more time together just hanging out or doing random things.

So it was only natural that, by now, you couldn't help but develop a crush on Denji. Since the two of you were friends, you got to see him for who he really is; The person he can be one on one with someone. The two of you were nearly inseparable.

Now that it's finally warm out, Aki took you and Denji to an onsen as a treat to relax after all the work you've been doing. Power didn't want to go alone (since the men and women have to be separated), so it was a guys’ weekend trip. Once again, you and Denji roomed together while Aki had a room to himself (he wanted his own room because, of course, he brought work to do with him on vacation).

You were so thrilled to finally get away and hang out with Denji. Excited… and so, so nervous.

It's not like you haven't seen Denji naked before, or vice versa, being two guys who share a room together. But it's not like you ever leisurely sat next to him for a prolonged period of time while naked. The idea of a hot spring with both of them is somewhat nerve wracking, but you try hard to just be casual about it all, like it doesn't bother you.

The first night, all three of you head out to the water. Since it's pretty late by now, there's really nobody else outside. It's nice to have the privacy and not have to share a space with strangers.

It was surprisingly not awkward. You think Aki being there helped take your mind off of things, which it did. The three of you got to relax and soak and talk about random nonsense.

By the time you all came back inside and changed, you were all exhausted. Aki had gone straight to sleep, leaving just you and Denji awake now.

“Heh, look! They gave us yukata to wear! Just like in anime. I didn't think that was true." Denji laughed, pleased with the fact that he got to wear a yukata. You watched him take his shorts and t-shirt off to change into the yukata. He had his underwear on, but for some reason, it still flustered you to watch him undress. He finishes changing and notices you kind of staring at him.

“Hey, you okay? Your face is all red." Denji asks, bending over to look in your face, hands on his hips.

“Oh y-yeah I'm fine! I think it's just a little hot in here." You come up with an excuse quickly.

Denji squints at you for a second, thinks, and then nods his head.

“Yeah… it's… kinda hot in here now that you mention it. Feels like summer is coming soon. Hmm…” Denji walks over to the sliding doors and opens them, revealing a small private space with a mini garden and personal onsen.

"Wooaahh! I didn't know we had our own! Let's go in here tomorrow night!" Denji says excitedly as he points his hand outside. “We can keep the doors open for a little breeze tonight."

You're sitting down on your futon, holding the cotton robe in your hands, thinking this might actually be better to wear to stay cool. It was hot, that wasn't exactly a lie. You get up to change, bashfully turning your back to Denji while you do it. He plops down next to you and before you even know it, starts snoring all sprawled out on his futon.

“Jeez, that was fast." You retort out loud to yourself. With Denji's arms and legs out to the sides, the yukata had pulled open a bit. You see his bare chest, the opening stopping right above his chainsaw pull. You stare at it intently, a warm longing beginning to ache in your chest. The fabric falls to the sides of his legs as well, letting the fabric of his boxer briefs peek out from underneath.

You shake your head to rid yourself of the encroaching thoughts, and turn off the lights. You lay down next to Denji, heart racing.

For a while you lay there with your eyes closed, expecting to just fall asleep. But you can't. You turn to look outside. The moon hangs hazily in the clouds, stars scattered about randomly. The gentle breeze rolls in, bringing with it the gentle twinkling of the windchime hanging right outside the door. It's such a beautiful night… yet for some reason it only makes your heart ache more.

You turn your head to look over at Denji. By now he's moved to a normal sleeping position. He's laying on his side facing you, hands under his pillow, hair slightly fallen down over his eyes. You want nothing more than to just lean over and kiss him.

The thought of that, along with staring at his cute sleeping face, is enough to get you going.

“Nooo… not now… not here…” you whimper under your breath, trying to push yourself down. You glance over at Denji again, seeing that he's fast asleep.

Hand still on your underwear, you subconsciously start rubbing your hardened self. You close your eyes and sigh, hoping that maybe doing this might tire you out enough to just fall asleep like it does sometimes.

A few minutes go by, and you've really gotten into it, when suddenly, Denji shifts in his sleep. You push yourself down and freeze, eyes closed. After a minute, after you make sure Denji is still asleep, you continue.

However, this playing with yourself on and off has gone on for far too long. Every time Denji moves or makes a sound, you get nervous and stop. It's no use. You're never gonna be able to get off with him laying there next to you. Eventually the exhaustion overcomes you and you pass out.

The next morning when you wake up, Denji isn't in his bed. You look around for a moment when you suddenly realize your hand is down your underwear. It’s pretty clear that it's there because your blanket has been pushed down slightly. ‘Oh god, please tell me Denji didn't see that when he got up,’ you think to yourself. Having barely slept last night, you don't feel great. All you're looking forward to already is being able to sleep tonight, hopefully.

Just as you get up and straighten yourself out, Denji comes into the room to get you for breakfast. You sit with him and Aki in the main room to eat.

“Didn't wanna wake you earlier, you looked real comfy.” Denji days while shoveling food in his mouth. Aki yells at him to eat normally, Denji being snarky back. All the while you can only think about the fact that Denji had to have seen you if he said you looked comfortable.

You and Denji spend the day hanging out and playing games that the resort has to offer. At one point though, Denji notices how tired you are and offers to relax in the hot spring before bed. Once the night starts winding down, the two of you get ready for the onsen again. But once you get outside, there are actually a lot of guys out there.

“Umm…” Denji looks down, face beet red." Can we… go back to our room? And use the private pool? There's too many people here." Denji has a fistful of his towel in his hand, squeezing it tightly in embarrassment. You didn't think he would get this embarrassed, but you agree to go back. It was kind of crowded, anyway.

You and Denji sit side by side in the private hot spring outside your room. Aki was called away for a work meeting and said he would be back the next day, so it was just you and Denji alone now. You think back to how much Denji was blushing earlier, and… well, actually you're trying not to think about it. Because there's nothing here to hide you if you start getting hard again.

After a few moments of silence, you speak up to tell Denji it was okay for him to not want to be around all those people before. To try and ease his embarrassment. It seems he has a similar idea, because at the same time, Denji speaks out as well, the two of you overlapping.

“I’m sorry… I saw you this morning!” Denji blurts out.

“You don't have to be embarrassed about coming back here," you say at the same time.

You both exchange a “what?"

Your face starts burning and you can feel your peripherals blackening. ‘He saw me, Denji saw me with my hand down my underwear this morning…” is all you can think, before Denji elbows you playfully.

"Ahh don't worry about it. Do you know how many times I've woken up with my hand down my pants?” Denji smirks and laughs. “Sometimes I don't even know when it got there!”

You're relieved to hear Denji not making a big deal out of it, but you notice his cheeks reddening a bit. Maybe from the hot water.

“But, uhh, I wasn't embarrassed earlier.” Denji rubs the back of his neck, and looks around as if trying to find the right words to say. “There were too many old dudes there. I wanted us to just to be alone and thought maybe it would be empty like it was last night.” Denji smiles, leaning back and putting his clasped hands behind his head.

‘Alone? Just us? But why?’ you wonder to yourself. You glance over at Denji and can't help but see his thin, pale body under the water. Even though it was dark, there were still ambient lights outside so that people could still see and use the onsen at night.

You immediately become hard, trying to casually place your hands over your growing excitement. Looking around in a panic, you see the towels you both left before getting in the water. You stand up abruptly and get out of the water, turning quickly to hide yourself from him. You wrap the towel around your waist, pretending to struggle with tying the front so that you can hold it outwards a bit.

“You leavin?" Denji turns around and grips the sides of the onsen with his chin resting on his knuckles like a puppy. Why does he have to be so fucking cute right now? You can barely contain yourself.

“Yeah, I think the hot water was making me dizzy. I'm gonna…” your voice trails off when the idea hits you. "I'm gonna go lay down and get ready for bed. No rush, you can stay out here for a bit if you want.” You stare Denji in the eyes, hoping that he'll buy your lie. You search his eyes for an answer, but he looks away as if thinking about something.

"Hmm… yeah, okay. I'll uh, stay out here for a little longer. You go rest." Denji says, looking away from you to lean his head back in his hands again, closing his eyes. You hope he wasn't annoyed or upset by you leaving, but you just couldn't risk being there with him anymore, being hard as a rock.

With Aki gone and Denji outside for a little longer, you can finally relieve yourself. You don't think it'll even take long, it felt like a ticking time bomb after getting close all night last night and stopping a million times.

You put your yukata on and shut the lights to make it believable that you've gone to sleep. Before your head can even hit the pillow, you've opened the bottom of your yukata and started touching yourself. You didn't even bother putting underwear on, it would only slow you down. However, being so comfortable now and relaxed from the hot water, you're also fighting off sleep.

Your hand around your bare cock feels so good that you start throbbing. All you can think about how Denji is just outside, naked. You think back to how slim and wet his body was. Thinking of how the steam from the onsen made his face glisten and the ends of his wet hair hang down over his eyes. So fucking hot. You wanted nothing more than to just turn to him, hands on his hard, sleek chest, and ravage him.

Getting so turned on by the idea of Denji being right there makes precum start pooling at your tip. You swipe your thumb over it and moan at the bit of slipperiness it gives you. Your thoughts start straying as you go in and out of sleep, wondering what would happen if you playfully pulled on Denji's chainsaw starter a little bit. Would it tease him? Would it feel good to him? The ideas keep coming as you feel like you could finish soon, as long as you can stay awake.

However, you are blissfully unaware of how much time has already passed from nodding off here and there, because you hear the patio door slide open. In a panic you pull the yukata back over yourself, pull the blanket up over you, and close your eyes. ‘DAMN IT.’ you curse in your mind, not wanting a repeat of last night. You wouldn't be able to hold back after how much you just played with yourself. Only seconds after you get yourself in order does the bedroom door slide open abruptly. You slam your eyelids closed, not even sure if your hard on is visible or not under the heavy blanket. You hear Denji's towel fall, followed by him putting his yukata on and turning off the light. He lays down next to you again, falling asleep on his back.

You'll have to make due, you'll have to keep trying to finish because you can't hold back anymore. There's no chance of getting up to go to another room to finish, because if you accidentally wake Denji he'll see how unbelievably stiff you are.

You're still so incredibly hard that it even surprises you. After a few minutes you start pumping your hand up and down your length again, stopping every time Denji moves.

At this point, you feel so pent up and frustrated that you feel like you're going to explode. Your hands fall to your sides and, without thinking, sigh out loud. Almost whimpering in frustration.

It must have been loud enough though, because Denji starts moving around again. You slam your eyes closed out of habit, waiting for him to fall asleep again. But it's almost too quiet. You keep waiting to hear his sleepy breathing or snoring, but it never comes. Suddenly, you hear shuffling, and then warm air on your ear. It startles you so much that you can't help but gasp out loud.

“Let me help you with that." Denji whispers into your ear, warm breath tumbling down onto your neck. You feel his warm hand navigate under your blanket, down your stomach, finally resting over yours.

Your eyes shoot open and realize Denji is leaning on his arm at your side, face still at your ear.

“I know you've been trying to jerk off all night. Last night, too. It usually doesn't take you this long, what's the matter?" Denji’s nose grazes the outside of your ear, giving you chills. Your heart starts palpitating hearing him say he knows how long it usually takes you. Does he always know when you're jerking off? You two do share a room, but you could have sworn he was always asleep. Your thoughts are interrupted when Denji moans into your ear.

“I'm not dumb, man. I know you were hard in the water outside, I saw it before you wrapped yourself up. Why do you think I wanted to come back to our private onsen instead of staying at the big one?" Denji asks quietly while slowly grabbing your hand, making you move up and down. "I was actually gonna play with you in the water, but then you left. I figured you came back here to do this, but… god I couldn't stop thinking about it. You got so hard I wanted to see what it felt like to touch you. Do you know how hard it always is to pretend to be asleep with you laying next to me playing with yourself all the time? At first it was kinda awkward, but… after hearing your heavy breathing and moans all the time… I don't know. It started getting to me. It started… making me feel good, too.”

Your head starts spinning with pleasure. His touch is soft but firm, pumping you slowly… teasingly… deliberately trying to toy with you. You moan in response and you hear him chuckle in your ear.

“Do you do it like this?" He asks, voice sending chills down your body. All you can do is swallow hard and nod. You can't believe this is happening and you can barely even get any words out.

Denji pulls the blanket back, exposing you now. Between the heat from outside and the heat between the two of you, you both start sweating and panting. It's almost intoxicating. It makes everything more sensual and exhilarating.

Denji is kneeling over your legs now. He takes your hand away and swallows hard like he's bracing himself. He grabs you with both his hands and starts pumping. His face is so blushed it makes him look so fucking hot, between that and his face starting to glisten from sweat. His hands are so strong, but he takes such care to not hurt you. Even feeling his hands on you is enough to make your head fall back with pleasure.

You can feel Denji hardening as well, realizing now that he had been kneeling on your leg. You feel him stiffen and you reach down without thinking to grab him. Denji lets out a loud moan, not expecting it.

“Fuck, why does this feel so good…” Denji's voice trails off as his eyes close in ecstasy. He grabs your hand and pulls it off though, asking you to wait a second.

Denji slides up your legs to your hips, pushing his cock against yours, causing you both to moan. You feel Denji grab both of you with his hands forming one big circle so that he can pump you both at the same time.

“Fuck, it does feel good," Denji says with an air of surprise. “I saw some dudes doing this online and wondered what it felt like. And…” he pauses to catch his breath. "I kept thinking how I wanted to try with you. It feels good enough to play with myself but I always wondered if if felt better with another guy rubbing up against me.”

You can't believe this is even happening. You're trying SO hard to not fall asleep from being utterly exhausted. You also realize you're right at the edge now, but don't want to quite finish yet. You wanted to enjoy Denji touching you longer.

"Denji… wait…" you say between panting. Denji slows to a stop and looks up at you worried.

“What's wrong? Is this not okay?" Denji's face is so red. His eyebrows are narrowed with desperation. You feel him start squirming in place in response to stopping.

“I just… I'm so close. I don't want to finish yet.” You admit. You put your arm over your eyes in embarrassment. But you're glad to have just come out and said it. You feel Denji let go and sit straight up. Before you even know what's happening, you feel his hands under your arms lifting you into a seated position, both of your legs entangled together. Sitting so close, your dicks still pressed up against each other. Denji grabs your face and starts kissing you.

You both need to periodically break away to gasp for air, kissing so intensely. Denji tries hard to not bite down on your lips too hard with his sharp teeth.

“Why," he pants, “why does this feel so good?" Denji asks between kisses, forehead resting on yours.

"Do you like it?” You ask Denji, trying to catch your breath. He nods his head and laughs between his heavy panting. You suddenly feel Denji push you down on your back, grabbing both of you and pumping again. You moan out loud in surprise.

“I'm getting close, too. Let's cum together." Denji closes his eyes hard and pants out loud. You see the tips of his sharp teeth as he breathes.

Denji's cock is so hot and hard against yours. His skilled hands moving up and down faster now. You feel him growing harder, more engorged, pressing against you. You look up at Denji who has his eyes squeezed shut. It turns you on to see him trying so hard to bring you both over the edge.

Denji's body starts twitching as he says he's getting close. Now is your chance. You reach up to Denji's chest, fingertips circling the opening where his chainsaw starter comes out. His eyes flash open to look at you, skin reddening on his cheeks even more. You start rubbing around his chest and feel Denji now so close to cumming that he starts thrusting himself against you and in his hand. Feeling him thrust against you turns you on so much that you feel that coil inside you snap.

Just as you're about to say you're cumming, Denji's free hand comes down hard on your chest as he grunts.

“I'm cumming," Denji cries, thrusting so hard in and out of his hand against you.” Hearing him say that, you feel it start shooting out of you, too. You both moan out loud, panting, twitching.

Since you're lying down, the hot fluid from both of you shot all over your chest.

Once Denji catches his breath, he stares down at the white all over you, swallowing hard.

“Denji… Denji you don't have to ea-” you can't even finish your sentence before Denji leans down and presses his tongue to the soft skin on your stomach. Your back arches as he makes his way from splatter to splatter with his hot tongue lapping up every last bit of both of you. He swallows and wipes his mouth with the back of his fist. You forgot that Denji will eat anything that can be eaten. It only worries you for a second before thinking how incredibly hot it was to watch him do that.

Feeling how much you responded to that, Denji finishes by moving up and licking your hardened nipple for a moment before falling down at your side.

You both lay there, chests rising and falling quickly, panting with lust. Denji chuckles softly and looks at you, face still blush.

“I hope that was okay, I uh… never did that before. But I've watched enough videos to figure it out.” He runs his fingers through his drenched hair.

"it was unbelievable. Really, really good.” You manage to get out between catching your breath.

Slowly, little by little, both of your breaths return to normal. You're about to fall asleep when Denji turns to you, thumb grazing across your bottom lip.

"Can we go in the private onsen tomorrow morning before Aki comes back home?” He says with his face turning a deep red again. You nod sleepily, not being able to help being lulled to sleep with relief. Denji smiles and chuckles, almost deviously. “Good. I wanna try playing with you in the water and see how that feels before we leave."

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bluenoctuid · 4 months ago

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ah perhaps some marina x reader post-termina fluff if you wouldn't mind

I’ll be honest and say that this took longer than necessary because i was overthinking every little detail….I hope you like it!

No content warnings as far as I’m aware. Gender is not specified

The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the small apartment room in a warm glow. Beautifully illuminating Marina‘s face especially.

You were struggling to keep your eyes open, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands. She, on the other hand, was already seated in her little vanity desk, fully ready to get the day started. It was cluttered with an array of cosmetics - lipsticks in various shades of reds and pinks, various jars of creams, and all kinds of colors of eyeshadow - each an essential part of her daily ritual.

She delicately swept the blush across her cheeks, adding warmth to her pale skin. Her precision resembled that of an experienced artist - Or perhaps, more accurately, her careful sigil engravings she had doodled all over her schoolbooks.

She finished off with a beautiful red lipstick - A more bold choice than her usual choices, but it suited her perfectly.

“Hehe, what are you staring at?” Her giggling pulled you awake from your daydreams. She was fidgeting with the lipstick she was holding in her hands, but her eyes had a playful glint to them. “Do you want me to put some on you?”

Before you could process her question, you found yourself nodding. She sat up from her chair, patting it invitingly. The excitement was evident by the twinkle in her eye.

Quickly following her command, you crossed the room and took your place at the vanity desk. The chair was still warm from when she had been sitting, and the soft, floral scent of her perfume lingered in the air.

Marina carefully tucked a few loose strands of your hair behind your ears. You felt the warmth of her breath on your skin as she leaned closer to you - Although that might have also been your face going red. You didn't need any additional blush.

“Stay still!” She murmurs, twisting the lipstick tube to reveal a bold, dark red shade. Her touch was gentle and precise as she applied the cosmetics on your face, carefully tilting your head to get the angle just right.

„There we go…“ A prideful smile spreads on her face, stepping away from the mirror to reveal her work to you. “Voilà!”

As you see your reflection in the mirror, a smile spreads on your face. The red suited you surprisingly well, especially due to Marina’s practiced hand.

“Hmm, I think this needs one more thing actually.” You don’t catch her teasing tone before she presses her lips against your cheek, leaving a faint lipstick mark on it. “Now we’re done!”

#fear and hunger x reader #marina fear and hunger #marina fear and hunger x reader

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winterwhisperz-blog · 2 years ago

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Hey ☽ ! I loved reading your recent ask posts and wanted to know if you could write something with a MC (gn or male whatever makes you more comfortable) filling their sketchbook with drawings of Ais or Kuras (or both if you're inspired enough) and them reacting to it, please ?👉🏽👈🏽 Cute bonus if they draw small details only an attentive observer would notice hehe 👀

Thanks have great day ! >:)

EEEEEEE! Yes!! This is such a cute idea so tysm for the ask !! Also tysm im so happy you liked the other headcanons, and I hope you have a great day too !! <3

ALR

LES GET STARTED

Ais And Kuras Reacting to an Mc’s Sketches of them

Warnings: None 😙 —though Ais does get a lil flirty in his

Notes: Gn Mc, fluff, maybe OOC but imma try my best— also not proof-read

Ais

ALR ALR ALR SO

This one is kinda inspired by that one scene in across the spiderverse- because I’m also kinda obsessed with that movie—

Things have come up, things that have been taking you from Ais for longer than comfortable. You miss his laugh, smile, the way his eyes roam over yours and how he speaks and just generally -exists-

So one night, when you need comfort, you get out your sketchbook and pencil, and just start drawing. You don’t mean to draw him at first, but suddenly the lines start to sharpen into his features, his smile looking back at you through the paper

Suddenly your filling up pages of pages of just random Ais sketches. Him petting Princess, him lounging about his cave, you even chuckle to yourself when you draw the first time you ever saw him. (You casually name that one: The Bastard—lmao)

When you finally meet Ais again, and have gone back to your usual routine of hanging out—he’s settled nearby, a few smaller soulless nestled into his lap.

It’s definitely something you don’t want to forget—and thankfully, you’ve got your sketchbook with you.

As your sketching, you’re trying to be sneaky, keeping your glances to a minimum. But your eyes tend to linger, capturing the strands of black hair that shifts to white, the sharp red eyes, the -tired- red sharp eyes.

No one really notices the tiredness in them, but you do. Along with every thought and voice that parades endlessly behind their ruby curtains.

They’re kind, but haunted—exhausted.

But they always still light up when seeing you.

“Hmm, looks nice.”

You jump at the sound of his voice, his breath tickling your ear.

You instantly snap the book shut, but it’s too late. Ais is already smirking. His hands up in mock surrender as you shoot him a nasty, embarrassed glare.

“Easy, sparrow. Wasn’t going to judge.”

Your shoulders slowly relax, and since he’s being nice—nice enough—you eventually do decide to show him. A warmth of pride blooming in your chest at his expressions, both amazed, impressed, oddly enough— a bit shy.

Once he’s finished, he sets himself in front of you, relaxing his shoulders, tilting his chin in a cheeky grin. As he holds it—you finally realize he’s posing.

“looked like you enjoyed drawing me.” He explains once you raise a brow. You scoff, but it -is- a lovely pose. Would be a shame if it were wasted.

As you sketch, he lets out a breath. “You’re good at expressions,”

“Yours are easy to read.”

That earns a bit of a chuckle, before he raises a brow. An idea sparking in his gaze. Uh oh.

“Mm, yeah? Well—“ he shifts, eyes sliding up and down your figure before they latch unto your face. Taking in every last detail with some kind of burning. Like coals set aflame. His gaze makes you feel like glass, a thin white sheet that he looks straight through. Revealing things underneath. “—tell me what this one means.”

With that, heat goes to your cheeks, and a thin line of pencil scratches the paper as you toss it at his now, laughing face.

“Damn bastard.”

AAAAAAAAAAA

OKAY THAT WAS PROBABLY CRINGEY BUT THATS OKAY

NOW UNTO KURAS 😇

Kuras

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY SO SO SO SO SO

You two are on your daily stroll, the evening painting golds and bubblegum pinks across the usually dreary sky.

Birds, dusty grey and white flock toward him, some even landing on his head before he politely shoos them off. A smile lifting his lips as you snicker.

“They must mistake you for a tree.” You tease, earning a small chuckle.

Eventually, you near the area you always walk to—a small, old wooden bench that looks over the wastelands. Doesn’t make for the best scenery, but it’s that or the bustling city.

As you sit, you pull your art supplies from your bag, Kuras opening a book beside you.

ALSO HES WEARING HIS GLASSES AAAA

You start sketching the sky, a breeze tossing strands of your hair into your face and making the task rather difficult.

As you huff, Kuras glances your way, a smile playing at his lips as he gently tucks your hair behind your ear—fingers just barely brushing your jaw as he pulls away.

You can’t help but stare, a bit flustered at the gesture. And as he returns to his book, you watch as the golden light gleams over his features, turning his eyes into two, small suns.

A few birds have returned as well, perching either nearby, or on his shoulders.

An opportunity, an art piece you cannot miss.

You quickly ditch the sky drawing and start sketching Kuras instead. His towering form, the golden teardrop underneath his eye, the waves of his dark hair—and the way he holds himself, so regally, refined—but still somehow, with a small playful air that would go unnoticed by many.

But not unnoticed by you.

The sky darkens as you finish, and you hear Kuras close his book, slowly standing. A soft palm reaches your shoulder before freezing.

You look up to see Kuras, eyes wide with wonder as he slides his glasses back onto his nose. Taking a closer look.

Feeling both excited and a bit nervous, you clear your throat from probably an hour of not speaking. “Do you like it?”

He reaches for your sketchbook, “May I?”

When you nod, he gently takes it from your hands, looking over the picture like it were some complicated medical drawings.

You don’t have time to stop him as he then searches through the rest of the sketches, the wonder brightening up his expression—you can’t help but feel amused—it’s almost like he’s a child seeing snow for the first time. “You drew all of these?” He asks, hesitantly giving you the book back.

You nod, standing beside him.

“It’s…I’ve never seen anyone draw the world like you do.” He glances away before regaining himself. “Could you teach me?”

EEEEEEEE

yes Kuras I will teach you <33

ALR

I rlly hope you enjoyed that !! Sorry if they were OOC, I’ve been kinda scattered recently. But these were sO MUCH FUN

Tysm again for the ask 😭

And I hope you have an amazing day, find your favorite color in nature, smell your favorite flower, and enjoy the sunset !!

#touchstarved ais #touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved game #thanks for the ask!#answered asks #touchstarved x reader #virtual novel

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zzcrypticcoyotezz · 7 months ago

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Read your Ian Malcom Nonbinary/genderfluid and now I can't get it out of my head. IT'S SUCH A COOL HEADCANNON THAT I SEE HAPPENING. Can you rant more about it, please? give more scenarios of what your take is LITERALLY ANYTHING GO FERAL. That is all thank you. Also Trans Alan?! yoooooooooo. Love the concept of Ian helping him come out more too. Just GRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

aaaaaa thank you so much!!! AND YES i would be happy to! you're the first person to ever send me a question, i'm so excited my posts are starting to pick up and people like the dumb things i write haha. i've had this rotating in my brain like a microwave for a while so enjoy! doesn't make much sense with my headcanon being that malcolm messes with his gender after the events of JP, but i've been really wanting to reimagine the first scene of them together in the plane and make it extra fruity.

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"So... Are you a man, or a woman, then?" Alan asks, his eyes studying the mathematician carefully. He'd heard of Dr. Ian Malcolm and his work on chaos theory, sure. But he had no idea who the man himself (person?) was. He had absolutely no idea what to expect when he and Ellie boarded the plane, and he still doesn't know.

Ellie, gentle but still firmly elbowed Grant, giving him a glare. "Alan, you can't ask somebody you just met that question!" She whispered, sounding like a mother upset with her unruly son interrupting Sunday school.

Ian laughed, his sharp features curling into a smirk. He loved toying with the paleontologists, supposed men and women of science yet they couldn't wrap their head around someone defying societal gender norms. He leaned forward, his voice smooth, his long fingers gently pushing down the rim of his dark sunglasses revealing his big brown eyes, the windows to the soul some might say, and the makeup he had done that morning. Just something simple and easy to miss, just like his nails painted black or shoes secretly bought from the women's section, but undeniably himself, his style, his expression. He responded, his voice smooth with a hint of flirtation.

"I'm whatever you want me to be."

Alan sputtered. "I- uh, wh... What? What do you mean? That doesn't make any sense!" And Ellie couldn't help but laugh at his confusion. His voice grew quieter. "Pardon me if my wording isn't right, this isn't my expertise, but are you gay? One of those... Uh... Queers? I have no problem with any of it, I'm just looking for clarification."

Dr. Malcolm laughed. "Uhh... I, Well, uh, you could- you could say that, I suppose." The two still looked bewildered. "Here, uh, how about we look at it this way. Gender is.... Hmm... Something, uh, humans made up. A social construct. It doesn't truly matter what clothes we wear or what we put on our skin or how we style our hair. Life's too short to worry about that kind of thing. I'm just me. I'm not a man, or-or a woman, I'm a human being. And we're living things, we can't be put in- organized into a box. Life will always find a way to defy expectations."

Ellie's brows rose. "I actually think I understand. I've never really thought about any of this before, but it makes sense to me." She looked over at Alan. His face wrinkled in deep concentration, grappling with some kind of debate going on inside his head. After a moment, he finally responded.

"I'm sorry- but I'm still confused. How can you not be a man or a woman? The clothes thing, sure, okay, I get it." Before Dr. Malcolm had a chance to answer, Ellie spoke up.

"Just look at nature, Alan. There are definitely more than two genders or sexes. For fungi, there can be tens of thousands! And many animals can even change their gender or sex by themselves. Humans, we aren't separate from nature, we're a part of it. If Dr. Malcolm doesn't fit with either box then I don't see why they can't go past the binary."

Alan was starting to understand, but was still wrestling with a lot of concepts in his head. Things in his life he'd never told anyone before, things Ellie has no idea of. Alan Grant was not born as Alan Grant. Alan Grant wasn't born a man. He knew from the beginning that he wasn't a woman and he could never feel comfortable as one, and he was now dead to his family as they couldn't accept that. They'd rather have a "normal daughter" over a "transsexual for a son". He would lose his career if this came to light. He hasn't spoken to his parents since the day he left home at 18. They returned every letter he wrote.

Yet here now, in front of him, was someone who completely defied expectations. Someone who didn't care what others think. Someone who actively broke the rules. And this wasn't just anyone, but a world renowned mathematician! If a man, no, person of science can feel so comfortable with this part of themself... Then maybe he wasn't some freak of nature or mentally ill. That this is actually a normal human experience, that he wasn't alone or some kind of outlier. His expression softened.

"You're right, Ellie. I... I think I understand now. I apologize, Dr. Malcolm." His voice had a slight shake. Memories were flooding to his mind, memories he didn't want to remember, memories of his youth, and after he was kicked out of his parents' life. How much he'd fought to become the man he is today. How alone he felt, throughout so much of his life. He took in a deep breath, rubbed his temples and wiped his eyes, then cleared his throat, he held out his hand in a greeting. "I'd like to start over."

Ian smiled warmly, reciprocating the handshake. He felt like they have more in common than Grant would like to admit, and things were going to be alright.

#jurassic park #jurassic park franchise #jurassic park trilogy #jurassic world #chaos theory #dinot3 #ian malcolm #alan grant #trans headcanon #nonbinary headcanon #jurassic park fanfic

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randomizen00217 · 2 years ago

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Skz Hyungline Smut Situations – Both Sub and Dom SKZ situations

Hello. Here’s a post about smut situations with SKZ hyung line. As always, this is all fiction. All situations are gender neutral. There is a maknae line smut situation post coming soon. Let’s begin:

Bang Chan

Sub: Imagine edging Brat! Idol Bang Chan after he refuses to take breaks

Dom: Imagine being in a special gaming group with non-idol Bang Chan (who you don’t know at the beginning). The way things work is that if you cause the team to lose 3 times in a row, you get special disciplinary action with the gaming group sponsor. Since your inefficiency in playing caused your team to lose 3x, your team manager sends you to Bang Chan for your punishment. Bang Chan is clearly attracted to you and asks you if you want to have fun while getting punished. You say yes. You spend the entire night “playing” with Bang Chan. By the time he’s done with you, you have been thoroughly fucked and have a newfound passion to win games (because Bang Chan revealed that if you make your team win 3 times in a row, he’ll give you a very enjoyable sexual reward).

Lee Know

Sub: You introduce pet play to your boyfriend non-idol Lee Know. What’s interesting about Lee Know is that he is dominant out of the bedroom (if you get what I mean) but typically submissive in the bedroom. You’re kinda possessive towards Lee Know (but not in an unhealthy way)

Dom: First time sex with rich dominant college professor non-Idol Lee Know. While Lee Know is the same age as you in this situation, his superior intellect and ability in teaching has allowed him to become a college professor at such a young age. Lee Know is a strict professor who is very happy to help his students so if he trusts his student enough, he allows them to visit his house. You originally went to his house with the intent of getting homework help but he decides to seduce you on a whim. You end up losing your virginity to the hottest professor in your college. Lee Know is very good with his mouth. If you’re AMAB, he gives you either your first blowjob or is the first person to rim your ass. If you’re AFAB, he makes you cum multiple times with his tongue on your pussy. Lee Know is a boob lover (doesn’t matter your boob size) in the smut, so there will be nipple play.

Changbin

Sub: Imagine being the boss of sexy subordinate non-Idol Changbin. You and Changbin are working together at the office building alone. You both decide to have some sex (you have had sex in the office building with him a couple times before). The phone suddenly rings so you answer the call. While you take the call, Changbin decides to lick one of your most sensitive erogenous zones (pick which one you want). You manage to get through the call, but you worry that your boss may have noticed you were acting differently. You express your feelings to Changbin, who apologizes. One moment, you think “Hmm… his butt looks spankable”. After obtaining his consent, you spank him hard. Before the session ends (with consent), you edge his cock (as in make him almost cum but never let him cum, do this multiple times until you feel he deserves it). After he gets edged, he makes you cum with his fingers. This session ends up being the most mutually enjoyable punishment you’ve ever had with a sexy employee.

Dom: Non-idol Changbin best friend Changbin has had sexual feelings and romantic feelings about you for a long time. One day, you ask him to dominate you. He’s so happy that his dream has come true. While there is a dom/sub tone to this kind of situation, both you and Changbin declare love for each other. The sex is romantic (in a consensually twisted) way. Changbin is admittedly frustrated that you didn’t notice his feelings for you at first, so he punishes you. Situation ends with aftercare and you and Changbin deciding to have a first date at a cool new restaurant near your shared apartment.

Hyunjin

Sub: Non-idol Hyunjin is a friend of yours. When you need a nude model for art class, he decides to volunteer. To prepare him for modelling, you put him in bondage (as your professor specifically asked you to draw someone in bondage). After battling with your sexual urges as you draw, he decides to ask you to dom him while he’s still in bondage. You’re not perfect as this is your first time dominating someone, but the experience is mutually enjoyable for both you and Hyunjin.

Dom: For quite some time, you’ve been Idol Hyunjin’s private English tutor. Since you have decided to start a business, you have decided to stop tutoring him to devote more time to starting your business. Hyunjin has a gut feeling you like being dominated, so he asks you if you’d like him to dominate you after your last tutoring session as a “goodbye gift”. What results is a very enjoyable experience.

#stray kids smut #sub stray kids smut #skz smut #skz hard hours #dom male reader #dom female reader #bang chan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #stray kids hard hours #bang chan hard hours #changbin hard hours #skz hard thoughts

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deonn-jaelle · 6 hours ago

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French lessons and Rough sessions

word count: 3,700

warnings‼️ : smut

pairing : boyfriend aurelien x black female reader

summary : aurelien has an interesting way to teach you to not be so stubborn

note: SURPRISE SHAWTAAAYYYYY. i wanted to write this as a thank you to everyone (including all my moots and aurelien girlies) and a welcome to my new followers bc there have been a lot in the last couple of days! hello and welcome if you're new, i hope you have a great time here 2 another fic inspired by a song ik but songs are great inspo for me. i also mixed in the demon time thoughts of this anon (everyone say "thank you anon"). wrote this on a an hour ago so i hope it's still as good as my more well thought out ones. also i am working on that lewis fic, it is in progress and will be posted soon. i hope you enjoy, and tell me what you think💋💋💋.

“Aurélien” you sing out teasingly, your voice lilting over the soft hum of music filling your cozy apartment. The dim, golden glow of the lamps casts long shadows, warming the space and bathing the French footballer in a sultry light. He lounges shirtless on your plush brown sofa, long, juicy legs sprawled lazily, one arm draped over the backrest like he owns the place. That one vein in his thigh popping out looking oh so appetizing.

Your finger crooks toward him as you sway your hips to the slow, sensual beat of Kehlani’s track playing from your phone. The sweet scent of vanilla candles mixes with the faint musk of his cologne lingering in the air, a heady combination that makes your pulse quicken.

“Clothes off?” you ask, your lips curving into a playful smirk as you roll your shoulders back, accentuating the movement of your hips. The fabric of your shorts brushes teasingly against your skin with each deliberate sway.

Aurélien’s deep brown eyes gleam, his gaze sharp and hungry as it tracks your every move. A slow, confident smile spreads across his face, the kind that promises trouble. “Ah, tu veux que je sois nu, c’est ça?” (Ah, you want me to be naked, is that it?) His voice is rich and smooth, the deep rumble of his accent sending a shiver down your spine.

“Only if you say please” he says, arching a brow as you tilt your head coquettishly. “In French.”

Without breaking eye contact, you reach for the hem of your top, sliding it up and over your head with unhurried precision. The cool air kisses your skin, and the black lace of your bralette feels deliciously daring against your bare torso.

Aurélien exhales softly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes linger on your curves. “S’il te plaît” you murmur, your voice rasping as he bites his lower lip, that signature smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth.

The tension between you hums like a live wire.

He leans back, the firm muscles of his torso stretching enticingly, and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. The soft brush of his clothes against his skin almost silent in the room. He pushes the fabric down, inch by inch, revealing the sculpted planes of his thighs until his shorts fall to the floor in a soft whisper of fabric, making your mouth water.

Now clad in nothing but black Calvin Kleins, he stands tall before you, his skin glistening faintly under the warm light. Shadows dance across the ridges of his abs, the sharp lines of his physique a testament to hours of discipline and training.

“Hmm” you hum appreciatively, your voice low and thick with want. You step closer, the soft carpet muffling your footsteps, and still looking him in the eyes, you reach out to trail a single fingertip down the length of his chest. His skin is warm, smooth, and firm beneath your touch.

“What’s the French word for insatiable?” you ask, your voice husky as your fingers tease at the waistband of his boxers.

“Insatiable” he replies, his voice, dripping with his sexy, foreign accent, dropping to a growl that vibrates between you.

Before you can slip your fingers further down, his hand catches your wrist, holding you firmly but gently. The warmth of his palm sends a jolt of anticipation through you.

“First” he says, his gaze locking onto yours, dark and commanding, “say something dirty to me en français.”

Your lips curve into a wicked smile as you lean in, your breath ghosting over his jaw. “Baise-moi jusqu’à ce que je ne puisse plus marcher.” (Fuck me until I can’t walk) Your voice is a whisper, low and full of promise.

A sharp breath escapes him, and for a moment, the air between you feels electric. The grin that spreads across his face is nothing short of predatory. “Oh, ma belle” he rasps, his voice thick with lust, “tu sais quoi dire pour mettre un homme à genoux.” (You know exactly what to say to bring a man to his knees.)

Aurélien releases your wrist, and you take your time sliding his boxers down, the soft cotton brushing over his firm thighs before pooling at his feet. The heat radiating from his body is intoxicating, and the faint sound of his breathing grows heavier as your hands linger on his skin. The image of him standing right in front of you with nothing in was enough to make you faint. You wanted nothing more but to lick him from head to toe.

His hands find your hips, his grip possessive, pulling you against him. The hard planes of his body press into your softness as he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his mouth warm and demanding.

“Tourne-toi and spread your legs for me” (Turn around) he orders against your lips, his voice a low growl that leaves no room for argument.

Your heart pounds as you turn slowly, the cool air brushing your exposed back. You place your palms flat against the wall — knowing that’s what he would say next — the textured surface rough against your skin.

“Bien” (Good) he whispers, his voice low and approving. His hands slide over your shoulders, down your sides, and linger at the clasp of your bra. With a practiced flick, it falls away, leaving your breasts bare to the room’s warm light.

The sharp contrast of his large, calloused hands against your soft skin sends a shiver coursing through you. His fingers dip to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down with tantalizing slowness.

You wiggle your hips, feigning innocence as you make the task harder for him. His low growl rumbles behind you.

“Reste immobile” he warns, his tone sharp enough to cut through your playful defiance. (Stay still.)

But you can’t help it—you giggle, wiggling even more just to provoke him.

Aurélien’s hands then grip the waistband firmly, yanking your shorts down in one swift, decisive motion. The fabric catches briefly against your curves before pooling at your ankles, leaving you completely bare. A sharp, stinging slap lands on your left cheek, followed by another on your right. Then again, left then right. The sound echoes in the room, and you gasp, the sting sharp and thrilling.

“Are you going to stop playing now?”

Your lips curve into a pout as you glance over your shoulder. “Ouch, Aurélien, that hurts” you whine, though the heat pooling in your core betrays your words. Your hands find your ass trying to soothe the pain but his hands swat yours away quickly before you could stop the pain.

His grip tightens on your hips, his voice steady but dark with desire. “I asked you a question” he says, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

You turn your head slightly, a teasing glint in your eye. “No.”

He respons with a calm “Mm okay then.” sending a rush of heat through you. You stood there wondering how he is still so unbothered by your antics.

His palm comes down again, harder this time, landing squarely on your backside. The sharp smack echoes against the walls, and you cry out, the sting blooming across your skin and spreading like wildfire.

“You’re going to have to learn not to be bad, chérie” he murmurs, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. The deep timbre of his voice vibrates through you, melting into the haze of desire pooling in your core.

His hand moves in slow, deliberate circles over the place he just struck, the contrast between the soothing motion and the residual sting sparking electric shocks along your nerves. His fingers press gently, teasing the sensitive skin, and your breath catches at the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.

“Am I a dog?” you ask, your voice dripping with cheeky defiance, though your heart races as you test his patience.

He pauses for a moment, and you feel his body tense behind you. Then, his dark chuckle rumbles low in his chest, the sound rich and dangerous. His hips press forward, and the hard ridge of his arousal grinds against you, stealing a gasp from your lips.

“Non” he murmurs, his voice a husky promise. His fingers trail up your spine, tracing a line so light it sends shivers racing across your skin. His touch lingers at the nape of your neck before sliding down again, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of you. “Mais we can put you in a position that makes you feel like one.” (but)

The wicked edge in his tone makes your knees tremble, though you refuse to give him the satisfaction of faltering.

“Smart ass” you mutter under your breath, turning your face just enough to mask the smirk tugging at your lips.

You’re sure he didn’t hear you. The music still hums faintly in the background, and the tension in the room is thick enough to drown out quieter sounds. But you’re wrong.

His grip tightens on your hips, his fingers digging in just enough to make your breath hitch. The heat of his palms sears into your skin, a firm reminder of his dominance. You can feel his smirk pressing against the space between your shoulder blades, a silent warning that he doesn’t let anything slide.

“What did you say?” he asks, his tone deceptively calm, but there’s an edge of challenge there, daring you to repeat yourself.

Your mind races as you weigh your options. Finally, you glance back over your shoulder, lips parted in mock innocence. “Je n’ai rien dit” (I didn’t say anything) you reply, your voice sweet and soft, though you both know the lie is as thin as air.

His eyes narrow, dark with suspicion and amusement. “Huh, I must be hearing things then” he says, his grip shifting slightly. You say nothing not wanting to cause him to spank you anymore. You feel the rough pads of his thumbs brushing over the curve of your hips, a tantalizing touch that makes your pulse quicken.

He leans closer, his breath warm against your neck as he murmurs, “Careful, ma belle. Lies have consequences.”

The room feels thick with tension and the musky heat of desire, the dim lighting casting long shadows that flicker with each of your movements. The faint hum of music in the background competes with the sound of your heavy breathing, every note of Kehlani’s sultry melody blending with the symphony of your escalating passion.

Aurelien’s large hands grip your hips possessively, his fingertips pressing into your soft skin with just enough force to leave ghostly impressions. He grinds his hips against your ass in a slow rhythm, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against you through the thin fabric separating your bodies. The friction sends jolts of heat through your core, leaving no doubt about what he wants—or what you need.

Without warning, his hand slides between your legs, the roughness of his touch contrasting with the smoothness of your folds. His fingers dip into your wetness, teasingly stroking the slick, sensitive skin, and you gasp at the sudden intimacy. “You’re already this wet for me…..but you don’t deserve what you want until you start listening.” His accent laces his words with an intoxicating mix of authority and seduction, and his lips brush faintly against the shell of your ear as he speaks.

“Keep your hands on the wall” he commands, his voice low and firm. “Spread those legs a little wider for me.”

Your knees threaten to buckle under the intensity of his touch, his fingers trailing languidly up and down, drawing out soft gasps that you can’t suppress. Despite the stubborn tilt of your chin, your body betrays you, and you slowly spread your legs wider, the ache for more overcoming any shred of defiance. His hand grips your hip as his other explores your wetness, his thumb grazing your clit with maddening precision.

“D’accord, tu y arrives” (Okay, you’re getting there) he murmurs approvingly, his breath fanning over your neck. The gruff praise sends a thrill down your spine, and your toes curl in anticipation.

Then he pushes two thick fingers inside you, filling you with delicious intensity. You cry out in surprise, arching your back, your walls clenching around him as your body adjusts to the intrusion. “Aurelien!” you gasp, your hand instinctively flying back to grab at his wrist as pleasure courses through you like an electric current.

“Non, bébé, qu’est-ce que j’ai dit?” (No, baby, what did I say?) His tone is both stern and amused, laced with mock disappointment. He pulls his fingers back slightly, denying you the full sensation you crave, before delivering another sharp smack to your bottom that stings enough to make you yelp. “Les mains sur le mur.” (Hands on the wall) The command comes with just a hint of menace, and you know better than to defy him twice.

Whimpering, you flatten your palms against the cool wall, the chill grounding you for a moment before his fingers plunge back into you, curling to hit that perfect spot that makes your legs quake. His thumb resumes its torturous circles on your clit, coaxing desperate cries from your lips as he works you with skillful precision.

“Bien, bébé” (Good, baby) he rasps, his voice low and velvety. The warmth of his breath skims over your damp skin, and you can feel the smirk curling on his lips even though you can’t see it.

Then, just as the pressure within you starts to build, his fingers withdraw abruptly, leaving you empty and aching. You hear the rustle of fabric behind you—the low scrape of his underwear hitting the floor—and then the hot, hard length of him pressing against your wetness, teasing without entering. You can hear how turned on you are. Your body shudders at the sensation, your breath hitching as he places a firm hand on your lower back, gently arching you forward.

“Stay just like that” he mutters, his tone a tantalizing mix of roughness and care. “Don’t move.”

He grips your hips, spreading your legs wider with his knee, the position forcing you onto your tiptoes, the burn in your thighs adding to the delicious tension building in your core. “Très bien bébé” (Very good baby) he murmurs approvingly, the heat of his words spilling over your ear as he slowly pushes forward, inch by tantalizing inch, stretching you completely.

A low groan escapes his lips as he buries himself fully inside you carefully, his hands flexing against your hips, holding you still as he savors the tight heat enveloping him. “Si humide pour moi…” (So wet for me), he hisses through gritted teeth. The words are raw, and they ignite a fire within you.

“Toi—tu me rends si humide, Aurélien” (You—you make me so wet, Aurelien) you stammer, the effort to form a grammatically correct sentences lost to the overwhelming sensations flooding your body. He chuckles darkly at your attempt, clearly pleased with the effect he has on you.

His hips pull back, his length sliding out almost completely before he thrusts back in with a force that sends you rocking forward against the wall. The sound of your back side meeting hips fills the room, a steady, rhythmic slap that only grows louder as he sets a punishing pace.

“Plus fort, s’il te plaît, Aurélien” (Harder, please, Aurelien) you beg, your voice raw and desperate.

“Ah, tu veux que je te baise plus fort, Y/N?” (Ah, you want me to fuck you harder, Y/N?) he taunts, his voice steady and teasing despite the sweat glistening on his skin and the relentless motion of his hips.

“Oui… oui… s’il vous plaît” (Yes… yes… please) you plead, your head tipping back as the words tumble from your lips between gasping breaths.

With a growl, he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back so your neck is exposed. The rough pull sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and making you let out a few loud moans, almost sounding like a sob. His lips brush against the curve of your ear “Ne me supplie pas si tu ne peux pas suivre” (Don’t beg if you can’t keep up) he rasps before slamming into you harder, deeper, each thrust sending shockwaves through your trembling frame.

The air in the room is riddled with the scent of sweat and sex, the heat clinging to your skin like a second layer. The dim light casts shadows across the walls, flickering as the movement between your bodies sends vibrations through the room. Your hands scrape against the smooth surface of the wall, desperate for something to anchor yourself as Aurelien drives into you with a force that steals the air from your lungs. Each thrust is unrelenting, hitting deep, hard, and perfect, until the world around you dissolves into white-hot sensations.

“Oh. fuck. yes” you cry out matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Your voice raw, almost breaking. The pressure of his thrusts pushes you forward, your cheek brushing the cool wall, a contrast to the blazing heat radiating from your bodies. The sting of overstimulation blends with the sweet ache of pleasure, driving you wild.

Aurelien wraps his thick, muscled bicep around your throat, pulling you flush against him. His chest presses against your sweat-slicked back, the hardness of his body a stark juxtaposition to your trembling body. His lips graze the shell of your ear, and give you a little bite. Hips lips hot and insistent, and the deep, gravelly rasp of his voice sends shivers down your spine.

“Tu vas jouir sur ma bite, bébé?” (Are you going to cum on my dick, baby?) he growls, his hips slamming into you with merciless precision. Each syllable is steeped in dominance, his accent curling around the words in a way that makes your core tighten.

“Oui! Oui, je vais jouir!” (Yes, yes, I’m going to cum!) you pant, the desperation in your voice echoing off the walls. Your body shakes with anticipation, your muscles tightening as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion. His fingers find your clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves with a skill that has you keening, the sound breaking from your throat like a plea.

You can’t stop yourself from pushing back against him, grinding your hips to meet his brutal rhythm. The lewd slap of skin on skin grows louder, each thrust pushing you closer to the brink.

“Ouais, juste comme ça. Continuez.” (Yeah, just like that. Keep going.) His voice is breathless, thick with arousal, his moans spilling out as he holds you in place, fully impaled on his cock. His arms gently adds a little more pressure to your throat. The pressure is firm but not overwhelming, a delicate balance that only adds to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

Your vision begins to blur, your mind drowning in the sensations. The gentle choke intensifies the pleasure, turning the fire in your core into a roaring inferno. You gasp, the lack of oxygen sharpening every nerve ending, sending shocks of ecstasy coursing through you.

“Ughhh, fuck yessss” Aurelien groans, his deep voice breaking with need. His relentless thrusts grow uneven, his own pleasure cresting as your cries push him over the edge.

The dam within you finally breaks. Your orgasm crashes through you in waves, your body convulsing violently as every nerve ignites. You scream his name, the sound raw and primal, as your inner walls clamp down hard around him, pulling him deeper into you. Aurelien doesn’t stop, his hips hammering into you with harsh, irregular thrusts as your climax continues to ripple through you.

His grip tightens around your throat just enough to send your orgasm into overdrive. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing you past the limits of what you thought your body could handle. You feel him swell inside you, his low growl echoing through your ear.

“Sacrément, this pussy feels so good” (Damn) he whispers cruelly, the sinful words spoken in a tone designed to make you lose control all over again. His pace falters, becoming erratic as his own release overtakes him. With a guttural groan, his body tenses, and you feel the hot rush of his seed spilling into you, marking you in the most intimate way.

As he pulls out, his release trickles down your thighs, warm and sticky, a reminder of his claim on you. Aurelien turns you around with firm hands, his touch steadying your shaky legs. His dark eyes lock on yours, heavy-lidded with satisfaction as he spreads your thighs wider, studying the mess he’s made of you.

“Regarde-moi” (Look at me) he commands, his voice soft but brooking no disobedience. His hands remain on your hips, his touch grounding as your body still trembles from the aftermath. You meet his gaze, your lips parted as you try to catch your breath, the dazed look on your face making his smirk widen.

Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes glazed with satisfaction and submission. His seed drips down your inner thighs, mingling with your own arousal, the evidence of your passion painting your skin. You look thoroughly used, and the sight clearly pleases him.

“Did you learn to be good?” he asks, his tone sweetly mocking, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, and you can’t help but smirk slightly.

“Yes” you reply, your voice hoarse but tinged with amusement.

He raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Will you be bad again?” he asks, his tone laced with playful warning.

“Maybe” you tease, your lips curling into a grin despite your trembling legs.

His eyes darken, a mischievous glint lighting them as he clicks his tongue. “Oh, I think that means you didn’t learn, chérie” he says, shaking his head. He steps back, his presence commanding even as he gestures toward the bedroom. “Go to the bed and lay down.”

He turns and strides toward the bedroom without a backward glance, his confidence leaving no doubt that you’ll follow. And he��s right. There’s no way you’d dare to disobey—not after this. You take a shaky step forward, your body still tingling, already anticipating what’s to come.

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