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humpster35 · 2 months ago

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Bsf!Chris x Bsf!reader

|dryhumping, confession, cum in pants, hair pulling, kissing and oral(m! receiving).

It was eight o’clock. Nick had gone to bed, Matt was gaming again and Chris scrolled through his phone. This was a typical night for you guys, you would come over and Chris would just wanna have your presence around.

You close your eyes, deciding to lay across Chris’s bed. This was comforting for you, the smell of his cologne—so infused into his bedsheets and the softness of his dark covers. Your eye lids slowly felt heavy until Chris started to hover over you.

You could tell it was him due to the dangling of his chain, the way he was breathing and his hair starting to tickle your nose.

“Chris. Cmon man i’m trying to sleep.” You groaned as you opened your eyes to see a smiling Chris looking down at you.

Chris only smiled more as he leant down to hug you. The boy was clearly in some kind of mood, he only wanted to show extra affection if he was feeling generous—otherwise, you guys would be fighting like siblings.

“Wanna hug you. What can I not hug my best friend?” Chris’s breath was hot against your skin, his freckles were so pretty up close and his eyes—wait why were you thinking these things?

“Okay we can hug for like.” You check the time on your phone that read “8:45”

“For like two minutes.”

Chris happily nodded, his body was between your legs. You wore a two piece pajama suit, the shorts would get stuck in your ass—chris would tease you about this, and the shirt fit perfectly tight against your body.

“Mmm. I love hugging you so much.” Chris’s voice was basically groaning as he squeezed his arms around your upper body, while his lower body unintentionally moved up and down against yours.

You started to whimper as you felt Chris’s hard on. Being friends for this long—you never once saw Chris in this light nor have you guys talked about stuff like this. It was almost like a forbidden subject. There’s been times in the past however, where Chris has had to bring you a pad in the bathroom if Nick wasn’t home.

“Y/n you’re so comfy. Feel so good.” Chris placed a kissed to the side of your face. You blushed and hugged him closer. This was a new sensation you were feeling, why did it feel so good?

The way Chris would lean his bulge in more to your clit and just hold it there while talking, then go back to sliding it up and down against your folds—was he trying to get off on you?

“Chris okay that’s enough hugging—this is inappropriate.” Your voice comes out in a whimper as Chris bit his lips looking down at you. He didn’t say anything just stared into your eyes.

His eyes would slowly look over every detail that you had on your face. The way your lashes would blink rapidly if he moved a little too close to your clit, how your mouth stays slightly open but then closed as you try to not make any noise and the feeling of your hands pressing into his chest—trying to get him to stop.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Chris took his hand, started to rub your pussy through the shorts— until you broke.

“Chris, please-please—no this isn’t what best friends do.” You hold his hand away, your hips still trying to move towards it for some kind of pleasure.

“Y/n.” Chris put his head near your ear as his hips starting humping against your clothed pussy. The feeling of his dick on your body felt all too normal, too intimate—too right.

“You know I think of us as more than just friends.”

Your breath hitched—your mind reeled trying to process this information. Sure you had been starting to catch feelings for your best friend, but to have Chris dry humping you while confessing his feelings?? That’s something you would’ve never imagined.

“Chris, I feel the same way.” You stroked his hair—Chris stopped moving and looked into your eyes. The silent action of his face leaning in to kiss you was nerve wracking. He hovered his lips slightly above yours, his eyes asking for permission—and with a soft nod from you, he went for it.

You moaned into the kiss. This is something you’ve always wanted, always had dreams about. You didn’t know the exact date of when you caught feelings for him—but you knew that the feeling was mutual. Chris had been always giving signs to you, giving you his hoodie—spraying extra cologne on it because he knows you like his smell. Buying you stuffed animals—he would ask you what you guys should name it, then he called it your kid. Chris was a very giving person, whether it was with his words or body or even his eyes.

His eyes gave a lot to you. They always made sure to make contact with your own eyes, if you were speaking on something. They would scan the room for you—seeing if anyone you knew was gonna be at an event or even just to protect you.

Chris knew that he had been giving his all to you, slowly over time. In this moment as your bodies lay close together, he knew that it had all been for something. Chris started to insert his tongue inside of your mouth—the instant feeling of your jaw, making his hips jerk forward.

“Mmmhp. Chris—don’t stop.” You moaned. The softness of his back felt so riveting to you, your hands were moving up and down his back—going up to reach his neck. You loved the feeling of Chris’s manly build on yours. Not in a weird way, but knowing that Chris was such a man—an actual gentleman and someone who cared about you, made the butterflies in your belly dance.

“Gonna cum feeling your tight lil pussy.” Chris started to move faster. His thrusts against your body, now made the headboard hit the wall loudly. There was no nudity, only pure emotion.

He took short breaths to try and talk to you, but it was getting hard for him to even open his mouth. You grabbed the back of his head and started to kiss him again, his pink lips would pepper kisses all against your jaw and face. Your lips trailed a line down to his neck—you wanted to mark him.

“Chris I want you all to myself.”

You watched his eyes remain closed, he wasn’t even listening to you at this point. His dick was basically out—your pussy feeling every little detail.

“Chris.” You pulled his hair which made his head go back. He groaned and opened his eyes, still thrusting against you—with wide eyes and scrunched eyebrows, he waited for you to talk.

“Your mine okay? All mine.” You kept a hold on his hair. This was your way of saying that he wasn’t going anywhere and you didn’t want him to. Chris allowed this and also wanted it.

You knew he wasn’t the type of person to let anyone do anything to his person. He had given you complete control over him, he was unconditionally yours—in mind and now body.

“M’yours. I’ll always be yours.” Chris started to drool, his body was feeling so much pleasure as you would clench your legs around his waist-then unclench to make sure he felt good. You also felt good, his muscles were flexing at everything.

He let your hand squeeze and grab at them. You wanted to almost devour him. Chris was being so good to you, so good for you. You knew he had this big and tough guy persona but—all that had changed with a couple thrusts and hair pull.

“Fuck—Yea Chris—Mhm.”

You moaned out, your voice was whispering into Chris’s ears. His body felt shivers everytime you would talk—he wanted more.

“Mm—Am I doing good?”

Chris’s voice was almost on the verge of whimpering. He could feel the obvious wet spot from between your legs—his cock continued its journey of going up and down against your folds. He wanted to be inside of you, but he knew this wasn’t the time. He knew you weren’t ready for that.

“So so so good.”

You kissed his neck again, he would whimper everytime. You knew by this point that it was a sensitive area for him. Chris started sloppily kissing you—his drool getting on your neck and chest.

“Yeaaaa that’s it—be a good boy and fuck your best friend.”

Sounds of Chris’s headboard hanging against the wall—paired with the feeling of the cold metal of chain on your face, was enough to make you and him lose control.

“Uh uh uh—oh shit i’m gonna—.”

Chris started to become weak. His body wouldn’t stop thrusting forward if he wanted it too—the wetness on your clothed pussy only made the precum on the tip of his dick throb more.

With one final hump, he spilled his seed into his sweats. Chris was above your face—breathing heavily and drooling. He couldn’t stop it, as the drool dripped slowly onto your face and chest—he bit his lip and started humping you more.

“Mmmm-yea—yea-yea—Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

You let out a strained moaned, he wasn’t letting up on you. He wanted to hump you through your. own orgasm. Seeing the way the spit fell onto your face and body—he wanted it to be cum instead.

Chris quickly took out his dick—you wasted no time by putting it in your mouth and sucking. He threw his head back while one hand rested on the top of your head. You loved tasting his love—you cousin taste the cum still covering his cock as if it was a new ice cream you were trying.

“Mmmm fuck.”

You stopped sucking and pulled away for a second—taking off your shirt. When you leaned down to put him in your mouth again he instantly came.

“Oh fuuuuckkk.” Chris moaned. His hand kept your head on his cock—not moving an inch while you swallowed all of his cum.

After about a minute of slurping down the rest of Chris’s cum, he helped you put back on your shirt—not without kissing your tits first, then you laid back down on the bed.

Chris immediately snuggled up to you, his breathing was back to normal as you stroked his hair. He felt relieved and at peace that you guys were able to finally be open and honest with each other.

“I wanna make you my girlfriend.”

Your hand stopped loved and you looked down at him. His face was flushed red—his eyes were a pure blue and his hair was messily cute.

“Chris I would love to be your girlfriend.”

Chris smiled and kissed your belly. His arms were around your waist as he started to fall asleep.

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mullermilkshake · 2 months ago

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It’s from your perspective, and it matters to me

Part 14 <- Part 15 -> Part 16

You respond to Jinwoo's impromptu marriage proposal.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader Tags - Pregnant reader, Manipulation, Marriage proposal, Anxiety

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“Marriage… are you crazy?” You asked, unable to process what Jinwoo had just said.

“I said it was crazy, but think about it, if we went out there right now and announced it, there’s no way the Chairman could stop it.”

Jinwoo held your hands in a way you couldn’t register. Soft like a lover, comforting like a friend and everything in between a man and his pregnant girlfriend.

Girlfriend. The word was foreign to you. Wife? Even more so.

It was all too sudden. Too short lived to find where your true feelings lied for the man doing everything for you.

Behind closed doors, Jinwoo was doting, supportive and dealt with the heavy stuff. Any other man would have left you, and dumped you on the association's facility after shouted at him because a sock fell behind the laundry basket so there was one clean and one dirty.

Any other man would bow out ungraciously when the earth shattering leg cramps took a hold of your body and you clung to him with your vice like grip, pinching his skin out of pure involuntary pain.

Unlike Jinwoo, any other man would have left you the minute they knocked you up just because of your cravings. Odd ones. Mashups of two different things like each baby was taunting you. Yet Jinwoo never complained and always got you what you needed without delay, even if it was three in the morning.

Jinwoo hadn’t left so far and you’d been less than nice to him.

Until now, the only times you thought you had connected was through sex and cuddling on the sofa, or in bed before you inevitably conked out on your pregnancy pillow.

That thing is so comfy.

“What if he did though?” You asked. “You think he’d stop something so sudden- I mean it is sudden.”

Jinwoo shook his head, a subtle smile playing at his lips. “No, I think if the Chairman has any class, which I think he does, he won’t try to stop this. That way, we’re protected and there would be an outcry if the association tried splitting us up.”

This wasn’t just some arrangement. It was permanent until otherwise.

“This is insane, Jinwoo.”

He shrugged, but his face wasn’t nonchalant. He still kept a sweet smile for you. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

It did though. It fucking did. Not ten minutes ago, the man had confessed his love for you which put you into a panic attack because it was just that, a hidden confession dropped on you without warning.

He loves me. How did I not fully see that?

Perhaps you did? You just unintentionally ignored the signs.

The subtle touches, like he needed contact with you at all times. You assumed his actions were wholeheartedly because of your pregnancy. That being said, you weren’t stupid, you knew of his feelings, but you assumed it was the fleeting crush you understood, like Hae-in developed for him. Not love.

Love was reserved for fully integrated couples, the elderly who’d been in each other's arms for over sixty years and lovesick teenagers. Not two fully grown adults given no choice to live with each other and get pregnant.

You and Jinwoo moved in, slept together and got pregnant in the span of eight months with the association breathing down your necks. No time at all in the grand scheme of things and you couldn’t work out where Jinwoo harboured this sentimentality for you.

And how the hell did you not see it?

“But it would mean something to you, Jinwoo. I can’t- look… it’s not fair to you. I don’t know how I feel, it’s all… too much. I need time to think about it. If it works, then it might be a good idea further down the line, but I don’t want to do anything I’m not one hundred percent on.”

You tried to find the words in his eyes, they were unreadable despite his delicate half smile. “I didn’t see myself doing all of this the way I have. I thought that when I got married, I’d know it was the right time, but this doesn’t feel like the right time- I wanted to get married before having a baby and now I have two in my belly and you’re proposing on the spot… My brain’s all foggy and I don’t know which way is up.”

“It’s just acting.” He said, his thumbs tickling the back of your hands. “Don’t worry about me. All I want is for you to not be so stressed. It’s not good for you, or the babies. I told you already, didn’t I? I’m here for the long run, even if you don’t ever feel the same, so why hesitate?”

“I’m a bad actress, Jinwoo…”

The only time anything could be considered acting was at two o’clock in the morning, a wake up sex session with his cock buried deep inside you, because dirty talk was dirty talk. But when it really counted, you just wanted to be sure. Did you have feelings for Jinwoo? Sure, of course there was something there. You couldn’t comprehend what it was and where nothing was labelled until he labelled it, it worked. But now, the title of wife was as daunting as ever.

You wanted to know him better than you did, to know about the little things and his interests that made him want to talk about them all day. Jinwoo secured you, daily. safely nestled in his arms at night between his chest and your pillow supporting your knees, the way he spoke to you in the morning with his husk sleepy voice and bed hair. It made you smile when you weren’t on a moodswing rampage because the twins had put pressure on your bladder, you barely made it to the toilet and snatched away the warmth on your side of the bed.

Only for Jinwoo to lay on your side until you came back.

Okay… maybe it’s a little bit more obvious than I thought.

But, you still knew little about him.

“I don’t think so.” Jinwoo’s eyes softened further, observing you. “I think everything we’ve been through is genuine, just in the wrong order. But this proposal, it’s all pretend. If you’d rather it that way. It doesn’t have to be real, it just has to be legal. We can run by the registration centre tomorrow and get it finalised. If we have a certificate, then it doesn’t matter about anything else. The Chairman won’t have a leg to stand on.”

“Y’know, I always thought I’d have a small ceremony and something low key… I never thought about the registration centre.”

“We could have a small ceremony instead? As long as you’re comfortable.”

“No… No, no.” You pulled away, shaking your head to the fact this was all mad. “Can’t we just say we are? My head, I can’t take it.”

“The Chairman and all of those journalists out there will want proof eventually. Baby, it’s public record. Someone will find out. It’s just a sheet of paper, but it gives us all kinds of benefits. You’ll be taken care of.”

You weren’t signing your life away, but why did it seem that way?

“I just… Jinwoo, I don’t know.”

He approached you, kinder than ever, rubbing your bump like it was a way to connect you. “Think of it this way, it’s traditional, but also stable. For the babies.”

There he went, using the babies to tug at your heart. You still hadn't decided what you wanted to do after they got here. Well, you didn’t want to think of it… giving birth. The fact terrified you. But that didn’t go to say that you weren’t slowly getting attached to their little flutters and heartbeats with each scan as they grew.

You knew that Jinwoo was being sincere, it never helped you create that boundary though.

“I… Jinwoo-”

There was a knock at the door, multiple actually. Fucking reporters, dumb journalists. Idiots.

You couldn’t hear their questions, just their mumblings and rapid knocking. A distraction that pulled you away from your shying logic.

“Alright. Y-yes. Okay. I’ll marry you.”

“You will?”

“Mhm.” You nodded as he caressed your cheeks with his hands, cupping your face with another unreadable expression.

He kissed you, gentle and unassuming. “I’ll get us out of this, and we’ll be away from the association. Okay?”

“Alright."

Jinwoo stood back, looking around like he’d forgotten something. “We have to make it believable enough to get past the rats.” He held out his hand, a little velvet box appeared from thin air. “Here, use this.”

He pulled the lid up to reveal a ring.

“Where did-”

Before you could even ask, Jinwoo drew it near your finger. “I got it from a dungeon raid a few months back… It’s moonstone.”

“A dungeon?” You pulled away before he could slip it on your finger. “It’ll have mana, what if it makes me sick?”

Jinwoo shook his head, reassuring you a little. “It’s for decoration, I promise. There’s nothing attached to it.”

The fact was, you had no clue if anything had aura or not, it was becoming harder to see and sense it, it was like you were losing your touch the more the babies grew. You were solely relying on Jinwoo to tell if there was aura anywhere.

But the ring was beautiful, it also fit perfectly, oddly enough.

“A perfect fit.” You said, holding your hand out with an involuntary frown.

“Lucky me, I can’t let you go out wearing a ring that doesn’t fit right.”

What the fuck just happened? “Are we really doing this-”

The door knocked again, the noise getting more aggressive and urgent.

“Come on, let's get this over with. I’ll do the talking, you don’t have to say anything.”

You followed like a lost little puppy, hand intertwined with his and he led you through the barrage of press and nosey parasites who shoved cameras in your face. You closed your eyes and trusted him to lead you up front towards the mic, it wasn’t until you opened your eyes that you saw just how many people stood watching.

“Hello.” Jinwoo cleared his throat, his hand still in yours. Was his hand trembling? “I appreciate you waiting for us. We unfortunately have been put into a corner, so we can’t keep this quiet any longer.”

You could have heard a pin drop. A subtle cough from an uncomfortable patron or fellow hunter. A nervous rustle of paper or click of the shutter for notes and evidence.

How did Jinwoo talk you into this again?

Where had all the air gone in the room?

Jinwoo continued, a slight break in his voice before he cleared it again. “While I did agree to follow the Chairman’s recommendations in the beginning, I never thought I’d be in the position I am now.”

It was a lie, Jinwoo never agreed, it must have been to deter the Chairman and place him in a position, a checkmate. You couldn’t tell from the Chairman’s expression in the corner of the room, his arms folded together with Jin-chul at his side.

“You see.” Jinwoo squeezed your hand as though giving you a sign. A secret message. “We didn’t just take part in the programme and have a baby for the good of the country, or the association. We did it because we’re in love.”

The room erupted, overflowed with more flashes and shouting, all the while Jinwoo stood there with confidence capturing your eyes and no one else's. He didn’t answer any questions and didn’t for one minute cast you aside for any dictaphone or mic thrusted in his face.

“We’ve been together far longer than what the association knew of, and to support that, we can finally come out and say that we’re engaged to be married.”

He didn’t lift up your hand like a champion after a marathon, a wrestler after winning the belt, he held it close to him, as though hiding the ring instead of showing it to the world. You glanced back over at the Chairman and your breath stuck itself in your throat it almost choked you.

The Chairman’s eyes were wider than ever.

If Jinwoo noticed, he didn’t let on. “I can announce now, as the Chairman has already informed you of our delightful news. We’re not having just one baby, but twins.”

“Hunters just how long have you kept this secret?! People have been speculating, will you address the rumours?!”

One journalist practically screamed your name. “We can see your baby bump, how long were you hiding it with your fashion choices?!”

Stepping back, you couldn’t breathe properly. Even with Jinwoo’s presence, and Igris lurking in your shadow. You had grown accustomed to the knight following you around, no longer sensing him like you did before.

Your eyes searched helplessly for anything familiar. Your colleagues, friends or even a fucking light fixture to bring some normality to your rapid beating heart. Jong-in. He stood over by the large support pillar, his eyes as wide as ever next to Hae-in who was just as equally shocked. Baek stepped over too with Lim and Ma, their jaws agape in unison.

Shit- shit. Shit.

“I’d appreciate it if you stepped back.” When Jinwoo said your name, he appeared relaxed. “She’s twenty weeks pregnant, stress isn’t healthy. I trust you can understand… The last thing I’ll say on the matter is that we’re engaged, we’ll be getting married soon and when we do, we’ll be keeping our children close and retiring from the programme.”

Jinwoo led you away towards the exit, ignoring the reporters and pulling his cardigan over your shoulders out into the night.

“Just a second, Hunter Sung.”

“Chairman Go.”

It wasn’t entirely a shock he appeared amongst the roar of questions, perhaps it was your ever growing fatigue that hoped you’d avoid him, or that he’d conceded and backed the hell away from breathing down your neck.

“It seems that I misjudged you.” He bowed primarily to Jinwoo. “You have my greatest apologies. Might there be a way I can reconcile the trust you have for me and the association?”

Woah…

“Dinner.” Jinwoo said flatly and almost arrogantly, right to the Chairman’s face. “Come and have dinner with us tomorrow. You and Hunter Woo. We can talk then.”

“Tomorrow it is.”

Jinwoo strolled right past them with you in tow, confused at the interaction. “Why did you invite him to dinner?”

“Unless he’s genuine from here on out, we have to play the long game now.”

Whatever the long game was.

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midnite-c6 · 5 months ago

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Please please please please, Kim Seo-wan smutty smut... Ever since I read your Seo-wan x Reader I couldn't help but fall in love with that man more than I already was, so... PLS. if it doesn't maik ya uncomfortable obvs (⁠｡⁠•́⁠‿⁠•̀⁠｡"). ((TAKE UR TIME!))

YAYAYSYXTDGEGSYT I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTED TO LET HIM INN BYE ugh i want him (respectfully) added squid game tags since most of you guys watched ddos cuz of roh jae won and i want other ppl to see his role here! <3

kim seo-wan nsfw headcanons <3 || warnings: 18+, cunnilingus, fingering, fluff

∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° first of all, his daily routine consists of studying, gaming, and being schizophrenic making him not have time for all those romantic, especially physical affection kinda stuff, so you have to convince and show him! it wouldn't be difficult, he's still a guy after all, let alone a guy who plays those "gooner" type of games, and to put it simply: he's a virgin.

when he starts dating you, he'd add a new lesson to his routine: porn. he's already failing his other exams, he doesn't wanna fail you!

no bias guys, but he is a touchy dude, and a kissy one at that. your lips are his revival potion, the taste of your lips is healing his whole being, same goes for your other set of lips, when he found out you make cute cute sounds while he eats you out and make out with your cunny? oh he has defeated that dragon. damn. "y...you like it here, right?" he'd take a small kitten lick on your clit, making a soft moan elicit your lips. his hands on both sides of your waist, holding onto you tightly as if you'd run away from him. "mhm.. there's good.. s'good." he's happy for your praise, lapping his tongue up and down faster, you could feel him mumble a mantra of "you're s'..yummy.." against you, you were so tasty, he loved it so much. he wouldn't even take off his small circle-framed glasses, being pushed all the way to the bridge of his nose. "ah... seo-wan..♡" you could feel the metal frame hit your twitching clit, it was a different kind of feeling.

when you guys are finally comfy, you both know study dates are cute n' all. he'd have his headset on, listening to music, a hand to flip the textbook's pages, and his other arm to be hooked around your waist, holding you securely. you'd be doing whatever too, you liked his company anyway. but whenever studies get stressful and hectic, he won't lose the chance to grope your soft tits, they're the best stress relievers after all. he's definitely a boob guy. "ah.. y/n. move closer, please? .. need ..easier.. access.." i fear he is very touchy, clingy, he doesn't want to let you go.

cosplays!! oh, when you guys save enough money, he absolutely loves to do cosplays with you! he's very grateful your character has little to no clothes, he'd savour your body everytime it's spread on his bed and would treat you like a princess for real. tell him he's super duper strong, it will make him cum in seconds. :< probably accidentally rips off your expensive cosplay too, makes you mad, obviously, but will fuck you as a consolation prize.

he's more of a giver than a receiver, he just wants you to be happy and pleased all the time! ...also makes you overstimulated every session. his fav part on himself is his hands, he knows how fond you are to them, foreplay always takes long because his fingers are stretching your poor hole for hours <3.

again, he barely has the time to do full-on sessions, but when he does, he's gonna make you a squirting mess. holding hands while fucking is sooo real <3.

"mmfh.. don't leave me, okay? stay.." he 'reminds' you, slowly pushing his dick back inside your hole, his thumb pressed firmly on your clit, how were you gonna leave him anyway? he was holding onto you like you'd escape! "i.. won't seo-wannnn..." "ahh... good girl... my healer..." he whispers, kissing you softly, his mind is definitely in another world right now, atleast you're in it. (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

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nofingjustaninchident · 1 year ago

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⛧° sleepy nights - hoo boys

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content: percy jackson, jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, charles beckendorf x reader - hcs on how they’d sleep with you

warnings: luke and charlie are 19

a/n: SHE’S BAAAACKK!! i’m finally not sick anymore (very questionable, but i’m definitely better) so i’m back to writing! at least i hope so. you can send your requests, preferably of not so long stuff cause i already have 5 super long drafts lol

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now playing… sweater weather - the neighborhood

Percy Jackson

i honestly believe that he’s an awesome cuddler.

like, i just know that he likes to be the big spoon and wrap his arms around your waist and never EVER let go.

he’d totally lay his head on your shoulder and drool on it.

he plants a lot of tiny little kisses in your neck before you fall asleep.

i like to believe that he snores

but not like super loud snores and they’re not even annoying

its just super cute

and you feel so safe

he’s not super ripped, but he still has abs

so just leaning against them, warm in the night is just so soothing

he sleeps in two positions only, cuddling with you or as a starfish, with legs and arms thrown all over you and the bed

his body is naturally warm

not an uncommon warm, just normal warm

so sleeping with him is always good

whenever you sleep with him, he doesn’t want to get up to school/college the next day

he’s just too comfy to want to let go of you

and, subconsciously, he likes to trace patterns all over the exposed skin of your stomach

overall, a great person to sleep with

Jason Grace

my personal favorite for, uh, unrelated reasons

totally not because he’s literally my dream man no no

but hear me out, you won’t regret it

he’s canonically tall and muscular right

so just imagine resting against his delicious muscular chest and abs-

sorry i trailed off

ANYWAYS

he’s also a cuddler

but he’s kind of stiff in the beginning

like he’s completely touch starved

so he doesn’t really know how to act in situations like this

but the more you’re together the more he feels comfortable to cuddle and squeeze you

he loves to just pull you as close to himself as he can and bury his nose on your hair

because you just smell to good to not do that

he’s also a sweet talker

he just LOVES to whisper cute words in your ear as you’re about to fall asleep

and the first time he told you he loved you was one of these times

you were almost falling asleep in his arms and he just whispered “i love you”

you couldn’t even understand what happened until the next morning

anyways

he is the best person to sleep with

he absolutely loves when you just curl up in a ball beside him while he’s reading

he gets all fuzzy inside

he’s literally melting

he just loves you too much

Leo Valdez

look, don’t get me wrong, i love leo

but i don’t think he’d be the best cuddler in the world

for the simple reason that i think so

if u don’t like it just sush

BUT he absolutely loves to sleep on top of you with his head in your chest

i just know it

this is like super Leo Valdez of him

and you can’t tell me he doesn’t purr when you caress his hair

cause OF COURSE he does that

he’s the best person to sleep with in winter and fall, cause he keeps you warm and happy

but in the summer… not as good, i’ll have to admit

like, he’s too hot

in both senses of the word

so you just get overheated

not that you’re really complaining tho

it’s worth it

oh, and he LOVES to whisper words in spanish in your ear before sleep

if you can’t speak spanish, he’ll say… not so innocent things

our latino king fr fr

and if you can speak spanish he’ll just say how much you smell good or how pretty you are or how much he loves you-

not a cuddler, but a very good person to sleep with anyways

Frank Zhang

he’s tall and muscular

what more can i ask for my personal pillow?

oh, being a lowkey GENTLEMAN with every living being he interacts with

ok maybe that was a little bit out of context

but whatever

back to sleeping with him

if you want a best human pillow, you won’t find it

especially cause charlie died so-

i’m deeply sorry for that. not really.

he loves loves LOVES when you lay on top of him

it’s his favorite position ever

and he also loves when he can hold you

but not literally cuddle

just you laying with him, curled up against his chest but with your face to him, y’know?

i don’t know if it makes much sense

anyways

he likes to braid your hair while you’re falling asleep for you to sleep better

hazel taught him and he absolutely loves to do it in you

in the beginning of the relationship, you usually went to sleep with a dog or a cat

he was too nervous, okay? leave him alone

well, he got over it, thanks to you obviously

but sometimes he still sleeps as a dog

especially if you ask him to do it

he’ll be like “sure, if you want if” but deep down he loves it

it’s just too sooting for him when you curl up against him as a dog and pet his fur

its one of his favorite ways to sleep with you

Luke Castellan

oh, luke

i’ll never admit the uncommonly enormous crush i have on you

he’s just too hot

also i have a thing for blondes (hey jason and annabeth and a lot of other peopleee)

well, enough of me, let’s talk about this walking piece of MEAT

hehehe

he love love loves to sleep cuddled up with you

like, it’s his favorite thing in the world

the only problem (if you consider it a problem. i personally don’t) it’s because he has to sleep holding at least one of your tits

he says it makes him sleep better

technically it does, because his hands are cold and your boobs are warm

but it’s mostly because he really likes ‘em

he’s not gonna tell you that, tho

he loves when you lay on top of him and lets him caress your hair

bros seriously whipped

he’d be damned if you told him you want to sleep alone

he’ll literally become a whiny baby until you surrender

and if you don’t, the next morning he’ll be so grumpy

but that’s obviously until you give him a kiss

if the kiss doesn’t fix, another thing will

cuddles, duh

dirty mind

if you like to wake up early for morning walks, he’ll wake up and watch you get ready

but most likely never join you

Charles Beckendorf

best human pillow EVER

only god knows how much envy i felt from silena for real

he loves cuddling ofc

but it’s not his favorite way of sleeping

he’d rather much more hold you against his chest, arms and legs interlocked

because in that way he can hug, admire and kiss you anytime he wants to

i don’t know if this position makes sense help-

he loves to caress your hair and kiss your head in the process

it’s soothing for him and he knows it’s soothing for you

whenever he comes back from bunker nine super exhausted he just lays down and you hop beside him

and it’s heaven in his eyes

sometimes when things go wrong in a project he's working on he goes straight to your cabin and just stares at you

biggest puppy eyes in the world by the way

he just stares in a way like "please let me sleep here"

and who are you to say no am i right

he LOVES to snuzzle his face in your neck and breath in your scent

he just loves the way you smell

it's just too good to be true

can't take my eyes off of you

sorry i love 10 things i hate about you too much

your smell is one of his favorite things in the whole world

he's just so in love is sickening to anyone who's watching

anyways, cutie pie

a/n pt2: i'm sorry if charlie is short, but im too annoyed right now. i had to rewrite this shit five times because TUMBLR COULDNT SAVE THE FUCKING DRAFT HOLY SHIT- anyways hope u liked

#postcards from leah #pjo hoo toa #pjo #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #jason grace #jason grace x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #frank zhang #frank zhang x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #charles beckendorf #charles beckendorf x reader #percy jackson and the olympians

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witchthewriter · 8 months ago

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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 🐦‍⬛

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I've added Victor into this, but I want to have a conversation about if he can be a romantic partner - or he will always be platonic?

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

You're still in Fromville, not having escaped yet but making the best of it.

𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒅 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Domesticity to Boyd is so much different in this town compared to the 'real' world.

・For example, he would be awake before you, no matter the day just so he could surprise you with your favourite drink and a pastry each morning.

・The chores would be split 50/50, with Boyd usually picking up any slack (he doesn't mind at all)

・He loves doing the laundry, folding your clothes with so much care.

・But here... his actions to show his love are limited and it kinda pisses him off

・But you constantly remind him of all the good he's done here and how he keeps everyone together.

・You celebrate every win, even the small ones.

・Boyd is big on DIY, and loves fixing up things for you. Anything you ask - you want a different type of curtain, or you want part of the window patched up - he does NOT let you do it. That is HIS job.

・Massaging his shoulders at night, feeling how taught he is. This town is so hard on him. It constantly makes you wonder, why him?

・You do have one rule though: last one in bed has to make it!

・Boyd seems like the type of person to keep everything about himself to himself. But that isn't true. He likes telling you things, he enjoys opening up to you.

・One really important factor in your relationship is the challenges of town and its mysteries.

・Many people in town were basically betting how long you two would together.

・But what they didn't know, was that the horrors STRENGTHENED your bond. It made you both rely on each other so deeply.

・Having a partner means so much to him.

・Boyd loves you so much. He would never burden you with what he knows, but he loves when you have random conversations.

・It makes things feel just a bit more normal. It gives him hope.

𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒚 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Mornings and nights are especially special to you both

・Slow, careful, mindful, warm and cosy.

・Touching each other in some way - hugging each other from behind, pinkies entwined, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, rubbing noses together - if anyone else saw you too they would gag (ITS CALLED LOVE)

・Kenny LOVES tucking you in at night.

"You comfy now?" As he wedges the blanket under the side of your body.

"Yes Kenny! Now get in bed you loser!" You answer laughing.

"Okay, okay, I'm just looking after the most important person in my life thank you very much."

・You love listening to him; to his stories about his childhood up until he came to town.

・One of Kenny's favourite things is when you read to him. Even if you don't have a book in front of you, he just wants you to recount as much as you can from books you have read.

・Might be kind of painful, but you two like talking about how life would be like together outside of this hell.

・Owning two cats, two dogs, maybe some fish.

・Whenever you hear the creatures screeching, you automatically cling to Kenny, you can't help it. You HATE the noises.

・But you always feel safe around Kenny. Always.

"I've got you. I swear to god I'll never let anything happen to you."

𝑱𝒂𝒅𝒆 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Every morning he gives you a kiss on the head and 'tip toes' out of the room, trying not to disturb you.

・You usually yell at him to get back in bed

"My looooooove, I have important business to attend to!"

・The bed is pressed up against the wall, and Jade says if someone/something were to enter the room, he would be the first thing they see

・From then he starts his daily ritual of figuring out how to get the hell home

・Jade teaches you A LOT of stuff. And you're always surprised by how well he does at teaching. He's patient (only with you but you don't know that), and takes his time to teach in ways you'll understand (once again, only for you...)

・He is like a walking computer at times. Really good with dates and great with measurements.

・But one thing he is terrible about is the fact that he's a repeat offender blanket stealer. Absolute criminal.

・No matter how much you tug and pull, or wrap yourself in it, Jade somehow unravels you in his sleep and takes the blanket.

・When you both wake up, you've practically snuggled underneath him...

"Babe, what are you doing?"

"You stole the blanket again and I got cold," you reply muffled beneath him. He's very warm.

"Oh god, sorry! We ah, we should probably get more blankets then... god why didn't you wake me?"

"Wake you? Ever since we got our own place, you've slept like you've never done so in your life!"

・It was quiet before he replied, and then he wrapped his arms around you.

"That's because I haven't sleep properly before I met you."

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒍 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Your relationship with Randall is one that surprises you. Constantly.

・People don't see him the way you do. At times they start to though.

・But only you get to see his true soft side. The side that moves the hair from your face, kisses your forehead, nudges his nose against your own.

・You are the ONLY person to make him laugh.

・He knows so much about you - the way you like your clothes folded or hung up. He knows which books are your favourite, which song you could listen to on replay.

・Music is a big thing to Randall, and the fact that he can't just randomly play something on his phone gets him really down.

・So one night you guys make a list of every song you like, when you heard it and what it made you feel

・Making each other guess who you were before arriving in hell.

"Hmm... you were ... a ... farmhand on a ranch..."

"What the fuck Y/N."

"What? Were you?"

"Oh yeah sure, you hit the nail straight on the head sweetcheeks," and then he rolled his eyes.

・You laugh, loving when he gets 'annoyed' (you know he can never really be annoyed with you right?)

・You know each other's favourite tv shows, colours, smells, literature and so on. You whisper to each other through the night, trying to take your mind off of the screeching coming from outside.

𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

・Always the last to get up, sometimes he wakes before you but he'll still lay in bed, watching you sleep. Sometimes blowing air on your face when it's been a few hours and he gets bored

・Leaving sweet notes in unexpected places, they range from:

'hey baby, went down to do some work in the greenhouse, love you xx' to 'yo sexy honey see you tonight ;)'

・And you keep every single one of them. You have a sort of time capsule thing underneath the bed in one of your bags. Just small photos, letters written to each other, etc.

・Side note - Ellis is a cheeky man who loves to rile you up. Push your buttons. Make you red in the face.

・But he knows when enough is enough; he's extremely intune with your moods and doesn't have to ask when the days get too much.

・LOVES MAKING UP RANDOM SONGS ABOUT YOU, they are terrible but they make you laugh

・CONSTANTLY setting up spontaneous things for you guys to do. Seeing a smile on your face is the best thing he has ever seen.

・Literally puppy love.

・You guys seem to be able to talk to each other mind to mind. Glances from across the room are easily read by one another.

𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

PSA: As I said above, I'm not sure if Victor can be a romantic partner - I would love everyone's thoughts on it and maybe we can come to some kind of agreement??? Anyway, read this how you like ⟡☾⚝☽⟡

・Home...this town is the only home that Victor had ever truly known.

・How could you show him that the way he'd been living was not normal? That he should be able to feel safe, he should have gone to school - maybe even his drawing could have evolved into something astonishing

・So, in little ways you introduce this life to him

・He can't remember his birthday (so you help him choose one) and the two of you, along with Ethan, Tabitha and Julie celebrate

・...home decor projects are mostly just Victor's drawings. The really scary ones, you ask to be put away and he obliges <3

・Victor is used to living with other being, but not sleeping in the same room as another person.

・You would also need to get used to his blatant honesty. It isn't like he's trying to hurt you but he can just be brutally honest.

・Picnics in your room where you scavenge whatever food you can and talk about the funniest things you've seen people do

"I saw Jim ... trip over today," Victor says in a hushed voice, a cookie halfway to his mouth.

You burst out laughing, even snorting as you imagine the uppity Jim Matthews take a tumble.

"God, I wish I saw that."

・At first Victor didn't want another friend. He didn't want to get close to someone, he knew something would happen to you. You'd be taken away from him.

・But you swore to him that you would always be there for him.

・In town, and when everyone leaves. You've told him that you can be his home, his family.

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callsign-rogueone · 9 months ago

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relaxing

Bodhi Durran x reader (darling!) words: 1.9k ��: NSFW. my first official kinktober post (better late than never???) Bodhi is a simp, he wants to "help you relax", nothing else..., oral, some mild body worship, soft loving energy, penetrative sex at the end and I cut it off there because I couldn't get the ending to feel right. sorry :((

This is the first moment of true relaxation that you’ve had all week. This month, maybe. It feels too good to be true — almost a little wrong to be laying here, freshly showered, the book you’ve been neglecting open in your lap as you sit up in bed, leaning back against every pillow you own. Bodhi’s room is a serious upgrade from Basgiath, even the third year wingleader rooms.

The door to the adjoining bathroom opens, and Bodhi steps out, clad in sweatpants, rubbing a towel over his hair. You peek over the edge of your book and take a moment to admire the cut of his torso. His skin is still a little damp, glistening in the low light of the room.

You’re almost a little disappointed when he tugs a shirt over his head, returning your attention to the book.

The towel is discarded, draped over the nearby desk chair, before he climbs onto the mattress. He slots himself under your arm, putting his lower body between your legs and resting his head on your shoulder. You fit together nicely, his arms wrapped around your waist, your legs tangled together.

He skims his nose over the side of your neck, nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder with a soft sigh. “You smell good,” he murmurs. “That the new soap you got?”

You hum in response, bringing an arm down to wrap around his shoulders and squeezing gently.

He adjusts his position, draping himself over you like a heavy blanket. The warmth and pressure is welcome — melting the lingering stress away. His lips press against your collarbone, trailing little kisses up to your jaw while his hands smooth over your hips.

“Bo,” you remind him gently, “I’m reading.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He backs off, returning to his earlier position — scooting down a bit so his head is now resting on your chest. He moves his arms from around your waist, idly kneading at your hips.

You look down, intent on telling him to quit it, or go find something else to do, but your resolve crumbles when you see the pouty look on his face. You bring a hand down to brush back the curls that are hanging down over his forehead — he could use a haircut soon.

He kisses your palm, nuzzling his cheek into it cutely. “I know how busy you’ve been with all that wingleader stuff,” he begins, his hands gliding down to massage your thighs. “Can I help you relax?”

He must see the hesitation on your face, because he increases his efforts, pouting up at you. “Please? You can keep reading.”

You consider it for a moment — you really do want to finish this book, but it’s been over a week since you’ve been able to do anything intimate together… and you suppose letting him grope you a bit and call it a massage would count as relaxing. “Alright. Go ahead, baby.”

He presses another soft kiss to your hand. “Thank you. Comfy?”

You hum in affirmation, settling back against the pillows and returning to your book. He takes that as a signal to continue, moving both of his hands to your left thigh.

You part your legs instinctually, holding the book a little higher to cover your face as you realize, a little embarrassed. He doesn’t seem to mind at all, rubbing his hands over the soft skin and gently pressing his fingertips into the muscle, moving them in small circles. “You’re so tense. Just relax for me.”

You take a breath, trying to loosen up. Maybe you needed this more than you thought. You let your eyes fall shut for a moment, just appreciating the warmth of Bodhi’s hands on your skin and the feeling of his thumbs pressing into the aching muscles, coaxing out all the knots and stiffness.

“Good,” he murmurs, starting to kiss down the side of your neck to your collarbones, his hands moving to your other thigh.

You tilt your head to the side, giving him better access, but he doesn’t continue. It takes an effort not to whine in complaint when you realize he’s stopped.

“Can I keep going?” he asks softly.

“Yeah,” you reply, trying to seem unaffected, but you know he sees straight through you — you want this just as badly as he does, but you’re too proud to beg.

He carefully unbuttons your pajama top, a sly smile crossing his face when he realizes you aren’t wearing a bra underneath. He continues his trail of kisses, starting to squeeze at the soft skin of your breasts and admiring the way they move under his hands.

He’s always loved your chest; not-so-subtly staring whenever you wear a low-cut or tight-fitting shirt, spending extra time “washing” that area when you shower together, and what he’s doing now — playing with your nipples and feeling them harden under his fingers. His thumbs swipe back and forth in slow strokes, the soft stimulation sending a pleasant buzz through you.

You sink deeper into the cushions, sighing softly.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Just relax for me, cridhe.” He shifts around, getting more comfortable, and starts pressing kisses down your sternum.

Your breath catches as he replaces his fingers with his tongue, lapping gently at your left nipple the way he would do to your clit when he goes down on you. You bring one hand down to stroke his hair, and he hums happily, letting his eyes drift shut as you gently scratch at his scalp.

You know he’ll be content to stay like this for a while, so you return to your book, re-reading the last page — the words aren’t sticking, your mind too occupied with the feeling of Bodhi’s tongue swirling around one nipple and his fingers gently pinching the other, rolling it between his thumb and index.

If you just close your eyes for a moment, maybe that will help clear your head.

Nope. That only serves to intensify the feelings. You need some kind of attention between your thighs, and you need it now.

Ever-observant, he starts another trail of kisses down your tummy, stopping at your waistband, and tugs at the hem of your pajama shorts, pouting up at you cutely.

You know what he wants, and you’re not going to deny him — this may have been his idea, but you’re aching for it now after the attention he’s paid you. You wordlessly lift your hips, letting him pull them down your legs along with your underwear, and return to your book.

“Thank you,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your hip.

You hum in response, spreading your legs a bit further and turning the page.

He starts to knead at your thighs, pressing little kisses over your hip bones and working his way down. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, settling down onto his stomach and laying a soft kiss on your clit before he starts to lick at it, soft little laps of his tongue that drain all the stress away almost instantly.

You set the book aside carelessly, not bothering to get your bookmark — you can find the page again later. Right now, you have better things to do.

You let your body fall back against the cushions with a soft sigh, just enjoying the moment. It’s been too long since you’ve been able to relax like this, and you don’t want it to end. You’d be content to stay here for days, laid in a bed of soft pillows and blankets, lazy pleasure flowing through you, building up slowly…

Your hand finds his hair again, your fingers running through the soft curls. “Just like that, baby,” you say softly, earning a happy hum from between your legs. “Feels so good…”

It’s clear that he’s in a state of pure bliss right now — having his hair played with while he laps at your pussy like it’s the best-tasting thing in the world, and being praised for how well he’s doing it.

He continues to knead at your hips, but picks things up a notch, flicking his tongue a little faster and applying more pressure. It’s clear that he’s determined to make you cum, and he’s going to in a minute or so if he keeps doing what he’s doing — it’s been too long since you’ve been able to do anything like this, and you’re a little more sensitive than usual.

The book falls from the mattress, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

“Bo,” you pant, tangling one hand into his hair, and clutching at the bedspread with the other, “Please don’t stop…”

He hums in response, squeezing your hip gently; a signal that he’s not going anywhere, and you’re free to cum whenever you want.

The pressure between your hips continues to build, coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps, hitting you like a wave. Bodhi doesn’t stop, even as you squirm in his grip, undecided between chasing the pleasure and running from it. You squeeze your thighs together, pushing him away, and he finally takes the hint, slowing down and giving you a few more soft licks before he pulls back to kiss each of your hips again.

“Holy shit,” you pant, your grip on the bedspread relaxing as you come back down to reality. “It’s a little unsettling how good you are at that.”

He grins, his lips still slick with your arousal. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“That makes you sound like a slut.”

He gasps, offended. “Hey! You know you’re the only person I’ve ever practiced with.”

“I do know. And I like it, a lot. Take your pants off,” you order, sitting up again and pulling him toward you by the collar of his shirt.

“Yes ma’am,” he breathes, making his way back up to you and tugging down his boxers. “Do you want me to…” his sentence is cut off by a soft gasp as you push him back against the pillows and climb into his lap.

He’s already rock hard, throbbing in your hand as you guide him to where you need him most. You whine softly as you sink down onto him, adjusting to the stretch that always remains no matter how many times he’s been buried inside you.

“Hey,” he says softly, nudging his nose against your cheek. “Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

You know he’s been aching for it since he got out of the shower, but he’s still taking it slowly, making sure you’re okay. Yet another reason to absolutely adore him.

“I’m ready,” you promise.

He presses a kiss to your temple, smoothing a hand over your hip. “Okay. But if it hurts at all--”

“I’ll tell you.”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too -- oh, fuck…” he breathes, his fingers digging into the softness of your hips as you start to move.

This may as well be a full workout with how fast your heart is beating. But it feels so good, and he looks so pretty underneath you, his relics on full display across his muscled shoulders, his lips parted in panting breaths, soft praises spilling out… “Gods, you’re so pretty… Feels so fucking good, honey…”

Every drop of your hips against his nudges the head of his cock against that special little spot, sending a deep, dull pleasure through you. Combined with the love and care you can feel radiating from his touch, from the way he looks at you… It’s melted all the stress from your body, and washed away any thoughts other than Bodhi, and how much you love him, how good this feels…

Maybe this does count as relaxing after all.

#fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #bodhi and darling #bodhi durran #bodhi durran x reader #mine #smut #kinktober

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wbbpls · 4 months ago

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Platonic Plus One

Chapter 9

Word count: 3k y'all better be back in my inbox happy as can be. I decided to try out not having a specific POV now that we have the background from both of the girls. anon that has avoided reading chap 7 and 8 due to heartache this is one dedicated to you

Paige opened her eyes to sunlight and soft rubs up and down her back. When she turned, she met big brown eyes smiling down at her.

“Morning, Paigey!”

“Mornin’, Az.” Paige rubs her eyes, trying to wake up.

“Look, Paige, I need to leave soon, but I can’t wait another minute.” Azzi sits up, wrapping her arms around her legs.

“What’s going on?”

“I love you.”

“Uh, I love you too, Azzi, but what's wrong?”

“No, Paige. I love you. Like I am in love with you, and it’s killing me.”

Paige whispers, trying to believe it, “You love me?”

“Yes, baby, and I’m so sorry for not seeing it sooner. Seeing you sooner.”

Paige’s brain is in overdrive until she notices the insecurity Azzi displays while waiting for Paige to respond. Words have never been Paige’s forte, so she speaks in actions. Paige lunges forward, grabs Azzi’s face, and dips her head to connect their lips.

Finally, their lips touch. And then? Then, Paige wakes up from her dream to an empty bed.

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Earlier that morning...

Azzi woke up before her alarm, Paige still wrapped around her. She looked so peaceful and content, but she needed to prepare for all the wedding party activities.

“Paigey, I gotta get up.”

“Mmm, no. I’m comfy.”

“I know, baby, but I have to go do all this bridesmaids stuff.” It slipped without a thought. For a moment, Azzi froze, worried Paige would notice she called her baby. Instead, Paige nuzzled herself further into Azzi’s neck, with her lips ghosting her skin.

“Can’t we just cuddle today?” Paige mumbles.

Azzi learned a long time ago that if Paige isn’t ready to wake up, she won’t. Azzi kissed her on the forehead, a promise to talk things out later, and slipped out of bed.

Azzi made her way downstairs and already felt herself longing for Paige. How much time can you spend with someone and still need more time with them? She shoots Paige a quick text.

Princess 💗: morning paigey! I miss you already

Azzi walks around the corner to see the other bridesmaids. “Azzi! You’re here!” Jessica yells, welcoming her in for a hug, and whispers, “Nice hickey, by the way.” She pulls away and winks. Shit. Azzi totally forgot to check her neck after last night and apply a cover-up.

“Okay, so the plan for today is a final dress fitting, just in case, nails, and remember to text your partners to join us at 4 PM for dance lessons! We’ll have a break before then, too.”

The girls make their way to the dress fittings and change into their dresses. “Ladies, you are all absolutely stunning.”

Azzi smiles at her cousin lovingly. “Thanks, Jess, you picked beautiful dresses!”

One of the other bridesmaids chimed in, “Girl, just wait until Paige sees you in that. She’s gonna lose it.”

“True. She already can’t keep her hands off of you if your neck says anything about it!”

Azzi can feel the heat coming up her neck, thinking about how the hickey got there in the first place. Then she looks at the dress in the mirror, imagining Paige’s hands moving across her hips. “Mmm, yeah, I hope so.”

“I totally get that it's my wedding, but I just have to say, I love to see you in love, Az. Paige is one lucky gal.”

Azzi sighs, indulging in the thought of being in love with Paige. “I’m the lucky one.”

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After sleeping in late, Paige checks her phone and opens all the texts from Azzi. Maybe she should have gone to Azzi and talked to her about it all, but there are just too many emotions Paige doesn’t understand. Azzi is going to think she’s crazy for being so upset about her having sex with a guy in high school. But why didn’t she tell her?

Paige decided to decompress and spend the day playing basketball at the pool. She threw on black shorts, white and black nikes, and a white t-shirt with the RHUDE logo. She put her hair up in a ponytail, leaving the front strands to frame her face.

Paige enjoyed listening to music and casually shooting baskets. After a while, she went to the pool bar, waiting for someone she could order a drink from. In the meantime, she looked down at her phone, trying to figure out how to respond to Azzi.

“Well, well, look who it is. No girlfriend attached to you today?”

Bailey wraps around the corner. Of course, she is the one working today. Paige just wants to avoid confrontation. She has enough to think about.

“Uh, hey, I just was tryna get some water.”

“Hm, sure thing, cutie.”

Bailey comes back with a glass of water for her. “Look, I know I came off strong the other day, I guess I was just caught off guard and got defensive. I’m sorry to you and u-uh, your girlfriend.”

“Thanks, man, I really appreciate that.”

“You are really hot, though, so...”

“Appreciate it, but I’m good with Azzi.”

“Hm, Azzi, pretty name. How’d you guys meet?” Paige looks up at Bailey, trying to figure out if this is a trick. “I get it. You’re a taken girl, but that doesn’t mean we can’t chat.”

“We, uh, we met playing basketball for Team USA in high school.”

“Wait, like an Olympic-type thing? She plays too?”

“Yeah, she’s a baller. Best in the nation.”

“Impressive...you guys are like a power couple and high school sweethearts? No wonder she wasn’t trying to share. Gotta respect a girl who knows what she has while she still has it.” Yeah, tell Azzi that.

“Yeah, I’m lucky.”

Paige and Bailey keep talking, finding out how much they have in common. Bailey backs off from flirting with Paige for the most part and genuinely seems interested in being friends. It’s not like there’s anything else to do until Azzi needs her for dance lessons.

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As soon as the bridesmaids finished getting their nails done, Azzi checked her phone for any sign of Paige. Still, no text. There’s no way she’s still asleep.

Princess 💗: you doin okay p?

Princess 💗: we are doing massages next and then ill come find you

It’s not like Paige not to respond to her, so she’s starting to get nervous. Jessica must have noticed.

“You okay, cuz?”

“Y-yeah, just Paige hasn’t texted me at all today, which, I now realize saying this out loud, I sound like a crazy clingy girlfriend, but it's not like her. That’s all.”

“You’re not a crazy girlfriend Azzi, you just miss your girl. I get that way with Brandom sometimes, too.”

“Yeah, sorry I’m making this about me. Let me see your nails!”

Once all the girls gather in the lobby, they make their way to the spa. Azzi could really use a deep tissue massage after all of this. She checks her phone and reaches out to Paige one last time before lying down.

Princess 💗: i can’t wait to see you

She tries to relax; she really does. But all she can think about is how to talk to Paige about her feelings. What will Paige say? What if she doesn’t feel the same way? Everyone assumed they were dating for a reason, so something must be there.

“Sweetie, you’re so tense! Try to think about something you love that relaxes you.” The issue is that normally, Paige is both of those things. She takes a deep breath to reset and imagines that the hands on her back belong to Paige.

After she tore her ACL, Paige was by her side, doing everything to promote Azzi’s healing, including massages. Paige would straddle her waist and rub deeply into her back. It felt so charged each time, but Azzi pushed any inappropriate thoughts down. Paige only did it because it helped. Azzi convinced herself she would do that for any teammate. But she didn’t do it for anyone but Azzi. The thought of Paige’s strong hands being made only for her lulled her to sleep, letting her enjoy the rest of the massage.

Before she knew it, Azzi’s massage ended, and she lazily woke up. Azzi brought a change of clothes, knowing she’d be tired after a full day. She put on flip flops, pink sweatpants, and a cropped tank top.

The girls gathered to say their goodbyes before dance lessons in a few hours. The second Azzi could see her phone, she rushed to see if Paige had responded. Still nothing. Now, Azzi is really starting to worry.

Princess 💗: im done. wya?

Azzi tried to be patient for a response but soon remembered she could check Paige’s find my friends. She can see her icon at the pool and makes her way there. Once she arrives, Azzi immediately clocks Paige’s bright blonde hair at the pool bar...talking to Bailey? Of all people for her to be with right now, why on earth would she be with her? Azzi takes a deep breath and makes her way over. She gently puts her hand low on Paige’s back.

“Hi, baby.” Paige turns, surprised to see Azzi. Maybe if she checked her phone, she wouldn’t be so shocked.

“Oh, Az, hey! W-what are you doing here?” Is she serious right now?

“Uh, to be with you? We have a break before dance lessons, so I figured we could do something.” Azzi hears an annoying fake cough to her right. Bailey looks at Paige expectantly, as if she isn’t here with Azzi.

“Oh right, right, Az, you remember Bailey, yeah?”

“Mhm.” Azzi keeps her lips tight and focused on Paige. “Why haven’t you answered my texts?”

“Oh shit, sorry Az, I haven’t checked my phone.” Paige pats her shorts, trying to find her phone, and pulls it out to a bunch of missed texts.

“That’s probably my fault. I’ve been distracting her. Right, Paigey?” Bailey smirks proudly.

“Oh, is that right, Paigey?” Azzi is pissed. And now, with her mouth wide open, Paige suddenly lost all ability to speak.

Azzi rolls her eyes at the blonde and grumbles, “Let’s go, P.” She grips Paige’s hand, pulling her to stand up. Paige grabs her stuff, and they start walking towards their room. The silence is loud.

“Look, I’m really sorry, Azzi. I should have texted you.” Azzi keeps walking silently.

“Az?” Still nothing.

“Azzi, c’mon, is this about Bailey?” Azzi glares at Paige as she unlocks their door.

“Dude, it’s not that deep. You were too busy talking to Jonathon last night to care about me anyway, so how is this any different?”

Azzi stops suddenly and turns to truly look at Paige for the first time since they said hi at the pool bar. “Are you fucking serious right now, Paige?”

“I mean, I’m not wrong! You didn’t even notice I fuckin’ left.”

“So in return you spent the day with the girl that’s been trying to fuck you since we got here? Isn’t that right, Paigey?”

“Yeah, and? At least she wanted to be with me. What does it matter to you anyway?”

“Paige, I tried to go with you last night! I kept texting you last night and all day today. How does that translate to not wanting to be with you?”

Paige sighed and sat at the edge of the bed, dropping her face into her hands.

“Paige, c’mon, you can’t be serious right now that I didn’t care about you. Is that what this is all about?” Paige shakes her head in her hands, still not speaking. Azzi knows Paige can get frustrated easily but sometimes needs help slowing down.

Azzi sat down next to Paige and gently rubbed her back. “P...talk to me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Az?” She whispers, almost inaudibly.

“I don’t know.”

Finally, Paige looked up at her. “That’s it? You don’t know?”

“I just, I g-guess I got scared.”

“Scared? Of me?” Fear and hurt began to cloud Paige’s beautiful blue eyes.

“No! Paige, that’s not what I me—” Paige burst into tears, breaking Azzi’s heart into a million pieces.

“I thought we were best friends. I thought we told each other everything.”

“We do! P, I’m sorry! I can explain, I promise.”

“I’m so fucking stupid.” Azzi grabs Paige’s face, forcing them to make eye contact.

“No. You’re not stupid. You’re Paige Bueckers. You’re my best friend.” You’re the love of my life.

Paige searches in Azzi’s eyes, trying to trust her and understand where it all went wrong. Finally, Paige broke, melting into Azzi and letting her tears flow. All the emotions, confusion, and pressure fall out with her tears.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” She let Paige cry. Let her hold onto Azzi for her dear life.

“I’m sorry, Az, I j-just I don’t k-know, I th-thought you were mad at me.” Azzi pulls her face from her neck and wipes the tears off Paige’s face.

“Paige, I’m not mad at you, okay, baby? I messed up and should have told you. Honestly, I regretted doing anything with him, and I was embarrassed.” Azzi gently moved the strands hanging in Paige’s face out of the way. “I’m sorry, P.”

Paige placed her hand on Azzi’s wrists, using her thumb to rub the inside of her wrist. “I’m sorry too. I guess I started to panic that I don’t mean to you what you mean to me.” Neither girl moved, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. Another tear fell down Paige’s face, and Azzi leaned forward to kiss the tear with so much tenderness it took Paige’s breath away. She continued to pepper Paige’s cheeks gently with kisses.

Azzi pulls back slightly to look into Paige’s eyes and whispers, “You mean everything to me.” Without a second thought, Azzi moved forward to kiss Paige. At first, Paige didn’t respond, but then Azzi could feel her tension release. She pulled back to look at Paige, scared of what she would say, but then Paige surged forward, kissing Azzi back with an intensity that could only replace the words Paige didn’t know how to say.

Paige grabbed the back of Azzi’s neck, swiping her tongue against her bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Azzi gladly invited her in, opening her mouth, moaning when their tongues touched. She gripped Paige’s shirt, desperately pulling her closer. In response, Paige pushed them both down on the bed, leaning over Azzi, but it wasn’t enough. Azzi pulled at the back of her leg, making Paige straddle her completely.

Azzi grabs her neck, turning her head to kiss her as deeply as possible. She grips Paige’s hair at the back of her head and pulls, causing Paige to moan into her mouth. Noted. Azzi reacted to the sound of Paige moaning by rolling her hips upwards, trying to create friction. Paige rolled down even harder, biting Azzi’s bottom lip and pulling it hard.

Azzi’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her chest arched at the feeling. Paige took it as an invitation to move down to her neck, right back to where she had left a mark last night. Proof of what they’ve yet to acknowledge.

Azzi grabbed Paige’s hips, encouraging her to grind into her. “Mmm, Paige, please.”

“Whatchu want, princess?” Fuck. She’s never going to be able to hear that nickname in a PG way ever again.

“You, more, please.” Paige had imagined moments like this so many countless nights, desperate for a release.

Paige responds, her voice low and raspy, “I gotchu, baby.” Paige moved her leg to slide in between Azzi’s and pushed into her, kissing her again. Paige moved her hands to Azzi’s stomach, running her hand up until she met the bottom of her crop top. Paige began to move her hand under Azzi’s shirt an—KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Startled by the loud knocks, Paige jumped off Azzi, falling onto the floor and scrambling to get up. Azzi burst out laughing. Watching Paige, with swollen lips, desperately trying to catch up with reality was both entertaining and endearing.

Paige jumped up, walking towards the door. “Coming!”

Azzi snorts, “You wish.” Paiged glared at her and whisper-yelled, “Shut up,” before opening the door to find Jake on the other side.

“Oh, uh, Jake? What’s up?”

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, but dance lessons are starting right now, and Azzi wasn’t answering her phone.”

Azzi joins Paige at the door. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry, it was on do not disturb, and we lost track of time!”

The girls grab their phones and head downstairs with Jake. There’s a charged tension lingering in the air from their kiss. Since they rushed downstairs, they had no time to talk about what almost happened.

Both girls' heart rates are still through the roof, trying to come down from the height of their want for each other. The issue is that now they had to dance...closely.

“Paige, put your hand on her back and pull her close. You’re leading, but you’re together in this.”

“Right. Yeah. Okay.” Paige awkwardly put her hand high on Azzi’s lower back. How was she so hot and confident not even 10 minutes ago? The instructor moved her hand down lower, and Paige visibly gulped. Azzi is pretty happy to see she’s not the only one affected by what just went down between them.

After more instruction, the music started, and the girls found their groove. The instructor’s goal for today was to get everyone successfully through the song one time, but he gave up on Paige and Azzi. About halfway through, Paige pulled Azzi in even closer, and they rested their foreheads against each other. At this point, they kind of forgot the choreography and began swaying, holding each other close. Azzi moved her hands to wrap around Paige’s shoulders.

Their noses brushed against each other as they took in this feeling. The feeling that everything might be okay.

#pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fics

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irlyluvosamu · 5 days ago

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hey so how do you think Dazai, Chuuya and Atsushi would deal with a s/o who isn’t a light weight, so they never get to see their s/o drunk and s/o always handles drunk them well and puts them to bed and stuff. S/o is normally chill and sassy. Mature and silly love sent their boyfriends way usually. So what they do when they finally meet drunk s/o who won’t remember anything next day. And drunk s/o is giggly, brags to other people about their boyfriend in a very sweet way, lovey dovey without shame, is in awe at basic things for existing like apples, very excited easily, when the boys attempt to put s/o to bed, about to leave the bedroom, they cling to their boyfriend and are like “No! Don’t leave me! 🥺”. If they stay, s/o grins and smooches them?

bsd men w/ a giggly and forgetful s/o after drinking

dazai , chuuya , and atsushi

warnings/before you read: drinking, lowercase writing, gn!reader, not proof-read, and crappy writing cuz it's been far too long 💀

dazai

dazai is normally the one to be doing all the drunk flirty, dramatic decelerations, and causing chaos.

you've been the one who would have to deal with it all. you've been calm in his storm─ taking him to bed, putting water on the nightstand, and keeping him entertained.

so when you're the one who's gotten drunk before him? he's shocked and delighted.

he watched you with almost an amused, but tender smile as you hold a granny smith like it's the eighth wonder of the world.

"did you know apples*hic*are like... edible art?"

"hmm. and here i thought i was your masterpiece."

when you started bragging to random people at a bar like, "that's my boyfriend! isn't he the prettiest man ever?*hic* smart too! hehe~" he's hiding his face with his drink on his lips, looking away for as long as he could as you keep bragging.

takes you home, if you're able by yourself he'll let you change before helping you to bed─ but if he needs to he'll change you himself.

you latch onto him like koala, you don't want him to leave. "nooo~ don't goo!"

your pouting, his arm pushed to your cheek as you look up to him from the bedsheets.

he laughs softly, strokes your hair and you immediately pull him on top of you, giving him a smooch─ sloppy, happy and lovely.

chuuya

when the mafia thinks of you, what immediately comes to mind is being chuuya's cool, sassily grounded partner.

teasing him just the right amount, taking him down when he gets fiery─ can thank dazai for that one─ and keeping him hydrated when he's tipsy

he trusts you in any situation. so when you are the one giggly and wobbling?

his brain blue screens.

"BABE! LOOK...a chaaaair~ it's made from WOOD!! from a TREE!!"

"...sweetheart, how much did you have to drink tonight?"

you start bragging about him to a bartender after serving you your drinks; "ooh, he's so hot, gentlemanly, and has such a sexy hat~" you giggled, "he does*hic* the move where he tilts it like an anime character~"

he hides his blushed face with his hat, your killing him over here. ears bright red.

time to head home rolls around and he's carry you. even if you asked or not, he can see how wobbly you were and he was not about to risk it for any biscuit.

he would guide you to the bedroom, have you change into more comfy clothes(PJS), and gently lay you down on the mattress.

you grabbed him by his wrist however before he could pull away from you. "chuu~ sleep with mee~ please!"

he grumbles under his breath, "you're lucky i love you." he grinned, despite his grumble, he got into bed with you.

you kiss his cheek over and over, leaving sloppy and wet kisses along his cheek to his nose, chin and eventually lips.

he loves you so much, he's so soft with you.

next morning? oh he's a smug bastard.

"apparently im a "sexy piece of cake" huh?"

atsushi

he feels so lucky to have you. how are you two even dating? he is such a sucker for you, he lives you!

cool-headed, quick thinker, and a bit of a flirt in a classy way.

so when he comes back seeing you absolutely smash and cooing at lightbulbs?

panick.

"awwh~ what's the point of the bulb if it doesn't light uppp!!!"

"honey, you-you─ that's not how it- DONT TOUCH THE GLASS, Y/N!!"

you cling into him for the night, touching his face, tugging his ears, hopping his nose and dragging your finger against this cheeks and jaw, babbling about how pretty and handsome he is.

you turn to a stranger sitting near the two of you, "doesn't my boyfriend have pretty eyes~ he's so sexy when angry, his eyes turn all dael and broody, hehe~"

he blushed. pulling you back and apologized to the people you've randomly started talking too.

sending you to bed is another blushy mess for atsushi, you grab his arm and refuse to let him go. you run your finger up and down his bicep as you look up at him with a pout and pleading eyes.

"don't goo~ stay with me, your so warm~"

he stays. no question, no remark. he's SAT. you cuddle up to him like he's your personal teddy bear and give him small pecks on his collarbone, smooching his cheek here and then, until you eventually fell asleep on his chest.

the next morning comes around and you wake up where you were lash night, in the arms of your beloved.

he smiles down at you, "so uh...you really like my eyes, hm?"

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lambcultist · 3 months ago

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꒰ ♱ ꒱ guided masturbation with els. cw ; dbf!ellie, pilot!ellie, age gap (ellie in her 30s, reader 18-20). phone sex (facetime), body inspection ?, edging (r), vibrator usage (r), clit play + fingering (e), dom!ellie, sub!reader. read more about this au in general here.

you set your phone down on the nightstand, propped up carefully against a pile of books. you treat the matter delicately, making sure the angle is perfect in anticipation for her viewing, and your body is bare just like she had requested of you. the vibrator lies next to your feet, and you kneel on your bed.

the call comes through and with a fluttering heart, you answer before your ringtone gets to play. on the other end, ellie's sat on the edge of a bed, leaning forward to take in your appearance. a scrutinising smirk curls her lips upward, and she finally speaks.

"you look real pretty, don't you?"

ellie must have only just got to her hotel, because she hasn't bothered to change out of her uniform or anything yet. she smooths out her trousers before tilting her head at you.

"hi els," you say. it's almost a whisper, god knows how the phone picked up the sound. "how was your flight?"

"nothing special," ellie says, "but the sunset was pretty amazing from the sky today. you would've loved it. even your daddy thought so."

"mm." warmth flushes over your body, and you shake your head. "don't say that..."

ellie simply chuckles before leaning closer—her legs are spread, elbow resting on her knee and palm holding her chin as she ponders the sight on her phone screen. she's drinking you in as much as she can with the dark and blurry camera quality on your phone.

"you look so sweet sitting like that" she comments. "it's nice. well, have you been a good girl?"

"yes." the rushed reply makes her smile. "i've been waiting real patiently for you to land, and i prepared just like you said, i got the toy and all the stuff for aftercare too."

ellie's smile grows bigger, genuinely, and she gives you an approving nod. "good girl. let me see you now, okay? show what i'm working with."

almost timidly, you open your legs just to show what's going on between them, but you know it won't be enough, so you already reach for the phone. "closer?"

"mhm."

you spread your legs a tad more, pulling the phone close enough for ellie to now see your glistening sex. you've been waiting patiently and thinking about this call all afternoon, so the sight is utterly salacious. it makes her delirious, because she's just been through a strenuous flight next to your own father, trying not to think about you the whole time.

slowly, you pass your fingers through the slicked folds and hold up a trembling hand to the camera, showing ellie how shiny and sticky they are from the slightest touch. she looks bored, but she's far from it.

"very messy, huh darlin'? look how needy you've got, all for me. is this all for me?"

"yeah," you reply. "only you, ellie."

"good. let me see your smile."

"ellie."

"let me see."

reluctantly, you pull the phone up to your face and allow the smallest of smiles to grace your soft lips. you should expect this now, she always asks, but it's always difficult.

"there we go. beautiful," ellie hums, then she's already requesting something else of you. "tits."

you drop the phone to your chest. a full view of neck, collarbone, and perky tits makes her light up. your nipples stand firm and if ellie were with you, she knows what she'd do; suck, bite, lick, squish them and slap them. she loves them.

"fuckin' wish i was with you babe," she mutters, eyes narrowing beneath dense, fluttering lashes. "i could touch you for hours."

"i wish you were here too," you say in that same old mousy voice. "i need you."

"i know baby, i know. let's see if i can't help you out a little now though, yeah? you want to get comfy for me? what do you say?"

ellie loves beggars. she'll encourage begging no matter what. use your words. what do you say? use your manners.

"can you please help me now?" you ask in response, setting the phone back down in its position from earlier. "can i please use the toy now?"

"of course," ellie says with a smile. "lay down."

"thank you, thank you, m'so needy," you ramble, propping up some pillows and laying down. you take the wand in your hands, looking to ellie for guidance. "which setting?"

"low." you sigh softly and click the toy on, hesitantly bringing the toy between your legs. the moment it buzzes over your clit, you gasp. you're starting to get better with it, you used to take it off by reflex every time. ellie's proud of the growth. "now you're going to be a good girl and be honest with me. when you get close, i want you to take the toy away, do you understand? and if i tell you to, then i want you to listen."

"ellie..." you whine softly, glancing at the phone. she still doesn't seem even remotely bothered or flustered by this whole event. she is watching you like it's just another show on tv. "i'm not good at that..."

"i know, that's why i'm teaching you how to handle it," ellie says sternly. her voice is now hard as stone and it makes you jolt. it makes you leak.

"okay." you roll the vibe back and forth over your engorged nub, a small string of moans falling out of your lips. they get breathier, along with your hips growing more restless, and that's an obvious tell of yours.

"turn it off," ellie orders. as soon as you heard her speak, without taking in any of the words themselves, you listened. your thumb instinctively presses the off button and you pull the toy away, only you're now left aching, letting out an irritable whine. "deep breaths. just breathe for a few moments and then we'll get back on track, okay?"

"yes, ellie."

"atta girl," ellie praises. "you're doing really well, you know that? i just want you to complain a little less next time."

you scoff discretely, instead trying to take deep breaths like ellie told you. and after a short minute or two, she tells you to continue. which you do, all too gladly.

this time you buck your hips against the wand, seeking more of the friction that the lowest setting isn't quite providing here. ellie just grins at the sight, now beginning to unbuckle her belt and unzip her pants.

she notices the sound of constant buzzing suddenly cease and flicks her gaze back to you with an amused glint in her eye. "too close, baby?"

"yeah.." this time, your chest feels heavier and your cunt flutters with so much need that you body moves with a mind of its own.

"deep breaths, you're fine," ellie reassures. "how cute? humping the fucking air."

"it's not funny," you whine with petulance. "i miss you—"

"i know, i miss you too. that is no excuse to act like a brat, okay?"

"ellie—"

"if you keep whining like that, you will not be putting that toy back on for a long time. be quiet."

you fall silent and only let out occasional whimpers, though your attention is quickly drawn back to the phone when you hear ellie letting out a soft grunt. her hand is nestled inside her pants and you can only imagine what she's doing. now, she has you even needier than before.

"fine, put it back on," ellie says, nodding at you. "medium this time."

she had no idea how worked up the sight of your cute, dumb squirming had made her until taking her hand down her pants. her fingers collect the honey-like wetness that's oozing out of her at this point, making slow circles around her clit.

"ah! ellie!" you moan, free hand squishing your tits like they're stress balls, this is suddenly so much more intense than it was before. all you wish for right now is her hand to hold, like you have so many times before.

"i know, i know," ellie mumbles. yet she's so focused on her own touch right now, keeping all of her groans and grunts low as she curls her long fingers into herself, just fucking wishing it was your pussy instead. your sweet sounds make it easy for her to pretend it is, but if she didn't already know how it feels when you're clamping down on her fingers, it would be easier to pretend. "fuck... take it off babe, off."

it would be so easy to ignore ellie right now. a few seconds more and you could be cumming. but something always compels you to be obedient to ellie. you've always been set on proving to her that you're a good girl just like your parents say you are. even if they have no idea the extent of it.

"ellie... please..." you plead with her, shiny eyes staring into the camera. you lazily watch the shape of her hand moving inside her pants and all you feel of it is jealousy. "i n-need it, i need to cum."

"i know," ellie mutters, "just wait. you can do that, i know you can."

it takes the most self restraint you've ever needed to not touch yourself. to keep the toy off, and to avoid even just rubbing your swollen clit for some relief. but it pays off; finally, ellie tells you what you want to hear.

"okay, baby, you can go again," she murmurs between quiet curses and moans. "and keep going, till you cum. fuck, i'm close too."

you need not another word, already turning the vibrator on once more and holding it over your cunt. the bed is soaked beneath you, it creaks as you grind your hips against the wand and muffle loud sounds with the palm of your hand.

"that's it, just like that," ellie encourages, "that's it, good girl, gonna cum? cum with me baby, c'mon... cum with me, cum..." she's breathless, soft, and weak.

it doesn't take long at all before your entire body tenses, your mouth falls open in silent scream. you ride out the high and rub the wand over and over your clit, overwhelmed by every little jolt it triggers and letting out the most perfect, pleasing sounds to ellie's ears.

watching you cum makes her gasp, cunt clenching around her fingers as she finally feels a wave of ecstasy crash over her.

it's silent enough to hear a pin drop for a good minute or so, the two of you panting.

"see," ellie starts, taking her hand out and wiping it on her pants, "i told you this would make you feel real good, didn't i?"

"mmm," you moan, opening your eyes to watch ellie. "yea.."

"you handled that so well, good job darlin'. and guess what? a certain someone told me he's planning a trip away with your momma in a week. you know what that means."

she will get to touch you for hours and hours, all alone.

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seungfl0wer · 11 months ago

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Hopeless romantic: Soft/Hard Hyunjin Thoughts

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Inspired while listening to ‘Hey You’ by Hyunjin🥺 literally one of my favorite songs

He really just loves you. You’re quite literally all he thinks about. He finds such happiness in just being near you. Needs to be touching you in some sort of way. Holding hands, touching your thigh, holding you by the waist. Anything. He gives you the sweetest most loving kisses. They’re passionate, intimate the way he places his hand on your cheek rubbing his thumb over it.

He loves to sweet talk you constantly. Always gives you so much reassurance. “You’re the love of my life” “You look so perfect baby” “I’m so lucky to have an amazing partner like you”

Gives you really meaningful gifts, and probably has a list about your likes or stuff you want so he can surprise you. Definitely paints beautiful pictures for you and just melts at how excited you constantly get about them. The praise you give him has him on cloud 9 constantly.

Plans such good dates too. He’s fine with staying home in comfy clothes just ordering take out and watching movies. He’s also fine with taking you to a stunning botanical garden for a picnic. Like I said before you’re really all he thinks about.

Smut below the line

The way he treats you in bed is also just so loving? The way he just wants to hold you close as he fucks you. Arms wrapped around you kissing you passionately. He loves any position he can stare into your gorgeous eyes.

Makes sure he gets you off every time, memorizes the faces you make as if he’s never gonna see them again. Loves hearing you tell him how well he’s doing.

This man would definitely do the whole rose peddles leading to your room. Would also buy you cute outfits he wants to see you in only for him to gush over how good you look in them. “You’re so stunning, my partner is so good looking and only I can see them.”

The after care with him is full of lots of “you did so well” and “you sure you’re ok my love?” He’s always concerned poor baby. Will hold you close kissing you softly as he runs his fingers across your body.

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katiascraft · 9 months ago

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“I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this. Darling, you’re the one I want” | LN4

Parings: Lando Norris x Reader.

Summary: Your group of friends decided to go to Maldives for the winter holidays and the time off of some of the guys who were drivers in F1. You and Lando had been best friends for the longest time until one night you confessed your love for each other.

Now playing: “Paper rings” by Taylor Swift.

Word count: +1,7k.

Warnings: insinuating a little. Mentions of sex. Pure fluff. Not a native English speaker so there could be errors. Not proofread.

Author’s note: I would love to travel to Maldives one day 😍 don’t forget to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

You were laughing so hard. Lando wanted to show you a pirouette he “learned” to do because of pierre and he failed miserably falling into the water that surrounded your cottege.

Maldives was a dream. So beautiful. And really hot.

You didn’t realized how much you needed to take a break from the world with your friends. There’s no other choice with them: you just had to have fun or you had fun anyway. You loved them all so much. You were like 20 living in the same house in the middle of the world.

Lando got out of the water and started splashing water to you and Alexa that was next to you along with Charles hugging her from behind. You three shouted and from behind Pierre and Kika threw all of you into sea water with Lando. The water was warm and cristaline. You went up out of the water to find Lando smiling at yo and he fixed your hair. You thanked him with a smile.

You were in love with him. But you never had the strength to tell him. You were a coward. You didn’t want to loose him. The feeling of losing him because you confessed your love was terrifying. You just imagined how much pain you were gonna get into. You couldn’t picture your life without him in it.

You got close to him and hugged him from behind with your legs and arms listening to the conversation he was having along all of the boy that came. His perfume was your favorite smell in the world. His sling was warm. He grabbed you by your legs and brushed his fingers gently through your skin. That sent shivers down your spine but you didn’t want to move. These moments with him were so priceless for you. You felt it was as far as this.

For people - you looked like two love birds having fun and just confessing the love for each other through the way you looked at each other. Truth was you weren’t. But at the same time you loved each other more than words could express. Or that you could express to each other. Your love was an open secret to the world.

You rested your head on his shoulder just enjoying his company and touch. The way his body felt being wrapped around your body. And just following the conversation they were having about cars and stuff.

(…)

It was late and the whole group had gone out to the restaurants on the island. Except for you lando and puerta and kika who were already asleep in their bedroom. You have prepared tea and grabbed your fav book you’re reading at the moment in your kindle. You just wanted to relax for a while in those woven beds above the sea. The sunset was present. The view was so beautiful. You took a picture to remember that moment and poured the tea from the teapot into your cup. Ready you headed to the bed that you have thrown pillows and some blankets to make it fluffier. And more comfy.

You got comfortable sipping tea from your cup. You felt so relaxed at that moment. You took a picture for Instagram. Oh well a few pictures they were. You started reading and enjoying yourself surrounded by the sound of nature and the calmness of the sea. After a few minutes you heard someone coming down the stairs of the house.

You looked and found Lando freshly showered. The smell of his aftershave made your heart race. You smiled at him. He did too.

He got comfy next to you looking at you. He was quiet. He loved watching you. Stare at you. Admire and memorize every detail. you just got comfy with him now. Rested your head on his arm and kept on reading and doing your thing. He started strolling your hair softly. You enjoyed each other’s company right there. Under the sunset. He kissed your temple and you just left your things in a safe place before coming back to him. You looked at him very closely. He smiled at you for your action. He was nervous to have you so close. He could smell your sweet perfume in 4k. See every detail and texture of your skin. You were beautiful. The most beautiful girl he has ever seen - since you were teenagers. Any other girl could compete with you. He tried to forget about you with so many girls. Trying to find what you made him feel in them. But he just couldn’t. Any of them were you. And they will never be you.

You stroke his cheek sending shivers down his spine. This was usual between you two when you were alone. And you hated yourselves for knowing everything and at the same time pretending you didn’t. You just couldn’t talk about it. You kissed him on the cheek and cuddled him. He pulled you closer to him and you just fell asleep there. At peace with each other’s company. Feeling protected by one another.

(…)

It was party night. Everyone in the house was glammed up. Some of you are already drunk. And you were one of them. Alexa prepared you a gin tonic and god it was strong. You were laughing about everything and anything. Lando was a little drunk but you won over him. He found the drunk you so cute. And you looked so hot he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He found any occasion to touch you. Whenever.

The party was at the beach and started at sunset. You got there an hour later than expected. The music was so good. People looked so beautiful. You were all drunk. You were having fun just facing and fooling around with your friends.

You couldn't stop looking at Lando and how handsome and hot he looked in that shirt. You were driving yourself crazy by thinking of multiple ways to take his shirt off. And touch him. And kiss him.

Lando was loose. He was enjoying the evening very much. He danced with you and couldn’t help but hug you sometimes. Or touch you. He wanted to take off the yellow dress you had on. That color would look terrible on other people but oh god it was your color. It made your eyes shine so brightly. Make your smile beam. And your hair shine. He couldn’t stop looking at your lips wondering what flavour of gloss did you choose to wear today.

After a while a girl came towards him and started chatting with Lando. They were talking very stimulated. You could see her intentions. And you didn’t want to admit you were oh so jealous. Lando seemed to enjoy her company. That made anxiety creep you once more in your life.

And that was the moment you knew you couldn’t keep on pretending you didn’t love him. That was it. You were gonna tell him everything. And then you could run and hide and cry if he didn’t feel the same. But you needed to say it. To scream it. You felt desperate at the thought of once more losing him to another girl. Of not being brave and own your shit.

You walked towards them and interrupted their conversation.

“Um … excuse me. Didn’t want to interrupt but Lando I really need to talk to you in private asap” you clarified just looking at him desperate. And deep into his eyes.

He freaked out a little because your voice sounded so different than usual. He tried to keep calm. He nodded. “Sorry I gotta go” he said to the girl and grabbed your hand taking you two apart from the crowded site.

You got really anxious. You were scared but you knew you had to. He deserved to know as much as you deserved to express yourself.

He looked at you, grabbing your hands into his and stroking them gently. He could feel you were anxious.

“Lando… I’m scared of what I’m about to say but I need you to know…” you were struggling to find the correct words but your nervousness wasn’t helping. He tightened his grip into your hands to give you confidence. His heart was racing like crazy. He could feel his heart palpitations into his ears.

“I like you Lando. And not like just a friend. I am… I am in love with you. I’ve been secretly in love with you for years like I really want to take your shirt off with my teeth and have sex here in front of everyone I really do not care. I want you. To me you're the most handsome, most fun, most generous, most generous, and most everything. Please just tell me you feel the same. I'm so drunk I will cry for hours. I really really like you Lan” you basically spitted all of your thoughts to him. You were drunk and that was the best way you could express yourself right now.

He heard you. He heard you pretty clear. He felt his heart skip a beat. This was a dream. He dreamed of this so many nights. He couldn’t talk so he just grabbed your face and kissed you with all of his feelings into it. He kissed you desperately. Like his life depended on it. Because in some way it did. He couldn’t imagine a life without you. The kiss was deep and steamy at some point. Your hearts were racing and you were hot and agitated.

You finally knew how his lips tasted. You could die right there. You never felt this way. You couldn’t even think straight. Words couldn’t express what you felt either. You grabbed him by his shirt pulling him closely. You didn’t want to stop kissing him. You could stay like this forever.

He pulled apart from you slowly and softly. “Y/n I love you too. I’ve always did” he whispered into your lips. Your noses brushing each other so gently. You could feel his warm breath. His hands on your face. You smiled widely.

You should’ve done it way back.

Now you two need to kiss for this whole time you couldn’t until the end of your lives.

You heard your friends clapping and chanting for you both to finally be together. That made you laugh and look at them.

You couldn’t ask for a better group of friends.

And a better guy to spend life with.

You looked once more to each other. Knowing you were about to be the best life next to each other.

Forever.

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ihaznoclue · 8 months ago

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Could I request Ellen, Ben, Wise, Belle, and Grace with a reader who can sleep anywhere anytime?

Alrighty I am back from being not being well mentally and physically but I'm fine now I just had a massive headache from the heat on a school day, even my classmates (Mostly the girls) was worried about me ANYWHO!

Pairings -> Ellen Joe, Ben Bigger, Wise, Belle, Grace Howard x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Just reader sleeping anywhere at anytime

Genre -> Fluff

Ellen Joe

Twins

Literally twins on sleeping anywhere and at anytime

Like literally

You and her would be best sleeping buddies

Like you and her would sleep in the mansion, while cleaning, fighting, missions, anywhere!

Ellen likes that she has a similar person that sleeps like her at anytime

So she always seems to come with you as she knows that you would sleep at a random time while on a mission so she comes with you just in case

to protect and to sleep with you

I feel like this girl is a light sleeper so that's why she comes with you because I feel like she wakes up quickly after hearing noises that might sound like a threat or any danger

But you and her literally sleep buddies and no-one can tell me otherwise

Ben Bigger

This big guy would always know when you are about to fall asleep

Like I feel like hw would have a blanket, a pillow and other comfy stuff for you

He would even stay with you when you sleep which is so CUTE

Ben is the type of guy to protect you from Ethereal Creatures if you fell asleep during a mission or a fight

But in the end you are there waking up without a scratch on you while the poor guy has some injuries on his fur

but fear not you would tend those wounds and you and Ben will have a nap together

I BET HE IS SO SOFTT

like a pillow, you would lay on him while he snores which I bet he will

But you two (mostly Ben) deserves a well nap

Even though you mostly fall asleep every time and any time at anywhere

But Ben is glad you are getting sleep but is also worried for you for falling asleep a lot

But luckily this guy is there is protect you

Even when everyone is being loud

He would tell them to be quiet

Wise

Hmmmmm

I would feel like Wise is the type of guy to let this happen

But he would stay with you, like for example

If you are at his store and in his room upstairs and you would randomly fall asleep

He wouldn't mind as he would try to stay quiet while either working on his stuff on his computer or maybe read some stuff while he waits for you to wake up

Once you do he would say "Good morning sleepyhead" When it is night time

You would have some bed hair as he would fix it for you

But when you are out for a mission, he's bangboo is always going to make sure you are in a safe area to sleep

If you do he would stay by your side as the others would fight

Like I imagine his bangboo with a angry face as he spread his arm and legs out to shield you

CUTEE

But wise would be a good person to sleep with

Like he's quiet and he's very respectful for your personal bubble but when you want cuddles he would always cuddle you

And then you would be knocked out a few minutes after cuddling

Belle

This girl gives me the vibes of speaking too much to the point you would fall sleep

Then she would notice and then suddenly go quiet

And when she does, you would wake up and asked why she stopped talking

It's like her voice lullaby's you to sleep which she finds cute

She would obviously play with your hair while your head is on her lap

Her gentleness when she plays with your hair as she gives little humming tunes

You would wake to your hair either braided, in braided piggy tails or just out all messy from the bed hair

she would most definitely brush you that after you wake up

She just loves your hair, it always so soft and fluffy to play with

But sometimes she would fall asleep with you when playing with your hair

Grace Howard

She gives me vibes of night owl and that she goes to bed late

But she would always make sure you are in a safe place when you fall asleep so she can keep an eye on you

But when you two are on a mission she would protect you

Honestly she your shining knight while you are the sleeping beauty

But when you two are not in a hollow and she working in her little area for her babies aka machinery

She would always have a little corner for you to sleep whenever

There will always be pillows and blankets and your stuffed animals because why not

Grace is like always in mother mode when you walk off anywhere without her permission but she worry that you would sleep on the road or something like that

But she would always find you in the end somewhere in the work site asleep, either sitting up or slouching somewhere

She would always carry back to her work space and put you on her lap to caress your hair or face

Or she would put you back in your little napping area

-A<3

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jnw1813 · 2 months ago

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"You."

The happy/good 'ending'.

Rolling over, the bed springs creaked and adjusted under your weight as you got comfy all over again, eyes still glued to the pages in front of you. Eyes tracing the words, you were completely sucked into the book you were reading, not reacting as the bedroom door opened, your husband stepping inside.

Glancing around, Conquest huffs as he spots the large stack of books on your bedside table, all showing signs of being thoroughly read. Of course, he thinks, amused. He kneels on the edge of the bed, crawling on top of you.

“Hello, pumpkin’.” He murmurs into your ear, kissing right under it. “I see you've been busy.” He says, glancing at the page, reading a few sentences before scoffing.

“Really, doll? Another shitty romance novel?” He teases, avoiding your playful swat despite the fact it wouldn't have stung even for a moment. He chuckles, giving you a big ol’ smooch to apologise for his ‘insult’.

“It's not shitty.” You mumble, distracted; it makes Conquest roll his eyes fondly, laying his weight on top of you, knowing you've always enjoyed it.

He hums, watching you read, gaze unwavering, tender, mind wandering as he just… watched you.

106. He thought. One hundred and six years old. And you don't look a day over thirty.

When he first met you, he'd known how insignificant your lifespan was compared to his. He knew he'd outlive you, and thought he'd be fine with it. And at first, he was.

He hadn't loved you at that point, hadn't been softened, moulded into something new, hadn't become Love or Hun yet; he was still Conquest, feared and unwanted, and you were just a distraction, a reward for all his previous jobs, a pet.

But then he went and fell in love, and the knowledge that each and every day was one day closer to the day you died– to him losing you– crushed him inside.

You weren't just a reward to him, then, not a well taken care of pet he'd show off and briefly mourn before moving on. No, you were his spouse, his partner, the one who birthed his children, the one he'd spent many glorious years with.

And he could've lost you.

But then Conquest had already made his decision, had already decided which side he'd fight for. When he went to the GDA, and later the Coalition of Planets, he made his terms very clear: if they found a way to extend your lifespan to match his, he'd join them.

One would think he'd struggle over such a decision, but he found it to be easy. You were his lover. How could he choose his people who were practically strangers to him, who never cared or spoke to him or congratulated him on a job well done–

or wished him a happy birthday, or made him his favourite meals randomly because “You looked like you needed it”, or massaged his aching stump, or bathed with him, made love to him, cared for him

– over you?

His darlin’.

No, the decision was quite easy. And they came through, finding a way to tie your lifespan to his through arcane means. As a general rule, Viltrumites didn't mess with magic or mystic stuff or whatever you wanted to call it; his kind considered it cheating half the time and utter bullshit the rest of the time.

But in this case, he was thankful for it.

Now you'd live the rest of your life with him. The oldest a Viltrumite could get was actually unknown, the longest recorded age being 11,000, but who knows? Maybe Conquest would live beyond that. Or not, that was fine too. Even if he only lived a thousand more years, he'd be happy, because they'd be spent with you.

As you finished another chapter, you yelped as Conquest abruptly yanked the book away.

“Babe!” You yelled, shocked.

With a grunt, he marked the page and chucked the book aside. “Enough reading, pumpkin.” He says, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder, giving your ass a playful smack. “Don't tell me you plan to spend the rest of your life reading badly written books? And here I thought you'd want to spend it with me.”

You huffed as he carried you out of your bedroom and down the hall of his personal (space) ship, the interior mostly the same as your old earth home.

(Which was still around, don't worry. It's just that the ship was bigger and could travel, which was perfect for your family.)

“No. But I'm practically immortal now! How can I not try and read every book there is? Ooh– or watch every show or movie…” You sounded giddy at the very thought, and how could you not be? You'd live longer than any human on earth before you– well maybe except the Immortal– which meant you could do so much more than you ever could in your previous lifespan.

As he carried you towards the ship's greenhouse, Conquest chuckled, shaking his head fondly.

“Save some things for us to do together, darlin’.” He chides playfully, setting you down as he enters the slightly humid room, some of the more sentient plants reaching for you already. He gives them a sharp look, watching them wither slightly under the weight of his glare.

Giving your husband a look, you smile. “Oh, don't be silly. There's an infinite amount of things for us to do together! Hell, I could even read to you from my books!” You offer, fighting a laugh at the way he grimaces.

“... if you insist.” He sighs, not really enjoying those romance books you liked, but for you? He'd do it. Especially since you loved it when he read to you. The way you complimented his voice more than made up for any cringe worthy dialogue and nonsensical character decisions.

Grinning, you gave your husband a kiss on the cheek and went to put your gloves on, missing his fond look.

Conquest really won the lottery with you, didn't he?

And now he had thousands of years to get his fill of you. Yeah, he really was lucky.

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r0-boat · 1 year ago

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OmG thanks so much for all the delicious stuff you wrote ❤️❤️❤️ Wonder if you can write sth about somnophilia, like one night the WHB kings are horny and their s.o is deep in sleep 👀

Again thank you for the smut, I re-read it multiple times already 😋

Sure! Thank you so much for liking my writing! I really like writing for these demons.

Whb Kings Somnophila

Cw: dubcon (s/o is asleep and does not say yes or no to advances.)

the kings are horny, but s/o is sleeping deeply.

Nsfw

Satan

His cock is throbbing in his pants; He wants you so bad but he can't bring himself to wake you up. You look so peaceful, so cute. He's utterly entrenched by your deep slumber your chest going up and down peacefully. So peaceful. His hand drifts toward his cock pulsating against the fabric of his jeans. He doesn't take them off rather slip his hand past the fabric and palm his legs. He shutters at how wrong this feels, but he doesn't care.

He gets in bed with you. His pants are long gone. He brings you against his chest. You're cute flesh thighs pressing against his length. It's not your hole, but it will do for now. Satan knows he if were to wake you, his subordinates would skin him alive, and anyone would kill him to be in his position. Your thighs feel amazing pressed against his cock heal. Remember that the next time when annoying ass Levi or Mammon start bragging about you.

Mammon

He wants to you to lay on top of him; ever since the first meeting were, you slept so peacefully on his chest; he is so desperate for that to happen again. You were so cute, small, and helpless, And he liked it when you used him as a bed. Mammon takes it upon himself to put himself in between the mattress and your body. Where he belongs, underneath you. You stured a little bit in his arms, but once you rested on his chest, he snuggled right into him. Perhaps he liked this a little too much; He smiled from his eyes cock starting to bulge in his pants. Shameless mammon sliding off his pants as he strokes his throbbing length, His other fingers playing with you till you're wet enough for him to slide inside. With your warmth around him and you sleeping peacefully, he was at peace. His dick throbbing inside you has he puts his hand in your hair petting you gently.

Leviathan

After your first unpeaceful day in Hades after being kidnapped You must have felt exhausted. You absolutely refused to sleep in Levi. Ungrateful human! He offered the most secure and comfy place in the castle and you refuse to sleep on the couch?!

Curled up on the couch, You tried to retain warmth. Levi sighs. He didn't want to leave you here; he picked you up into his arms, moving you to a guest room instead. He was glad he saw you before anyone else could. His heart fluttered, knowing he was the only one to see you so sleepy and cute. You are so bratty and mean before, And now look at you. His eyes soften does he brushes your hair out of your face but this fingers tucking it behind your ear. He felt heat going to his cock. Fuck... You look so irresistible. Jealousy begins to bubble, other demons had to see you like this. Jealousy mixes with lust has Levi slips his cock out of his pants He can't help it He wants you so bad and he keeps thinking about the way your hands went around his neck. What have you done to him??

Beelzebub

He spreads your sleepy legs apart. He had been so hungry all day thinking about you for a quick meal but now that I found you sleeping so cute and peacefully. He couldn't help but dive his face in between your legs. Doing consciously grind your hips into his face, He eagerly laps at you deeper.. when you finally begin to wake up you clench around his tongue. Your thighs pressed against your head as your eyes fluttered open to meet wild pools of gold. Beel moans against you. As much as he likes your thighs squeezing his head, he pushes you open so he can have his fingers work you. He wants more when he notices you sleepily staring at him. He smirks. "Good morning, sleeping beauty."

Lucifer

He is pleased to know that you are safe enough with him to fall asleep in his own bed. Though he is a little guilty that You had to wait until you fell asleep in his sheets. He can't help but feel a sense of pride having Solomon's progeny, curious little child of man, in bed, knowing they are so sought after. Another part of him is curious. He had never seen a human sleep so closely. He hopes you don't mind as he lays beside you. As soon as he got beneath the sheets with you, he was getting to move, pressing your ass right up against his crotch instinctively; he wrapped his arms around you, and your back pressed against his chest. Apparently, this is a human sleeping ritual called 'spooning.' The act is innocent but feels inherently sexual since you can feel the curve of your ass pressed against his bulging cock. His breath shakes with his head buried into your hair, inhaling your scent. You can't help but fuck his hips, but not enough to wake you. He wants this moment to last for a little longer.

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