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#ramblings of an arrow#had a FUN realization about why Astarion's story in BG3 means a lot to me and like also really fucks me up(in a good way)#and I am having a normal one in this chillis tonight#processing emotions on main tonight#simply there's some Astarion dialog that only happens if you choose some really awful dialog options#where he says something along the lines of 'I didn't know how to say no'#or 'I didn't think I could say no'#or something like that#and I justttt#they wrote it really well#how they dealt with his specific kind of trauma#and it fucks me up man#because hahahaha mood#it's... it's honestly so fucking cathartic to watch Astarion kill Cazador#like that whole scene is so tragic and awful but so cathartic b/c it's done so well and it feels so real#how he just starts sobbing right afterwards#and like it doesn't feel triumphant it just feels desperate#and how Astarion's whole motivation throughout the game is how scared he is of Cazador#and how when he kills Cazador it isn't like badass or cool or anything#it's this desperate awful terrified stabbing him until he's absolutely sure that Cazador is gone and will never get up again#like you can argue that it's overkill but honestly no that's fear and desperation right there#the desperate need to be free and know that they can never ever touch you again to know that you won't constantly be haunted by them#for the rest of your life#like fuck man I Get It#I fucking get it
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Me: *creates an OC*
Me: *heavily implies OC will meet a bad fate*
OC: *meets bad fate*
Me:
(Alternatively, I may have started it, but @katkastrofa enabled me and now Iâm losing my mind)
#Kat and Nia and their multiverse of madness#first rule of interacting with Nia: donât suggest a dark/whumpy/extremely angsty concept to them#theyâll take it and run a marathon with it and next thing you know their own ideas are making them cry#this is just what happens when I start developing an OC during a rough time in my life#happens every time. guess who came up with Summiyaâs fall from grace after their college application fell through??#and since Summiya has a more or less completed storyline. itâs now someone elseâs turn#namely Jiaâs. also Sunatâs but. mostly Jiaâs. Sunat is more angst than whump and Iâm craving PAIN#Iâve been frothing at the mouth thinking about Jia all day#just.. imagine how terrified she must have been when she was brought before Jusamah. when he said that heâd make her talk one way or another#and if she doesnât want to obey and confess willingly⌠something else can be arranged#how her fear got even worse when she was dragged into the palace dungeons. when she saw the whipping post#begging for mercy as she was stripped and tied. swearing on her life that she doesnât know anything. that sheâs innocent#rambling incoherently right up until the first hit lands. after that itâs just screams and sobs and barely audible âI donât knowâs#all the while sheâs yelled at by a man three times her age who refuses to believe that she truly doesnât know anything#and she doesnât. all she did was point Aiza in a direction. she has no proof she even went in it#I donât want to get to graphic here but letâs just say I read an article on whipping and itâs.. itâs bad#the aftermath is brutal and bloody and passing out from the pain would be a mercy#and afterwards⌠I do think someone is called to tend to her so she doesnât bleed to death before they can get a confession out of her#and that person is kind. if a little detached emotionally. and likely her back could have been salvaged if the whipping didnât repeat#but it did. because they need her to confess. maybe the excruciating pain of reopened wounds will get her to talkâŚ#it doesnât. she never says anything. and after a while they move on from torture to locking her up and starving her#maybe thatâll finally break her. perhaps sheâs still whipped occasionally even afterwards but for the most part sheâs just left alone-#in some dark cell and questioned occasionally. it lasts anywhere from weeks to months and yet she never gives out the one detail she knows#because Aizaâs safety depends on it and she knows Aizaâs punishment will be much worse than hers if sheâs caught#but anyway. enough of the bloody horror show. instead think about what it mustâve been like for her parents#the town is alight with scandal following the disappearance of Lady Aiza. you know a bit about her since your daughter works for her#you donât hear from your daughter for a while. eventually someone tells you that sheâs been convicted of helping Lady Aiza run away#sheâs been under interrogation since. no oneâs seen her but rumour has it theyâre torturing her. thereâs little you can do as a poor family#you request an audience with Lord Jusamah. it takes a long time to to be granted but eventually youâre before him begging for your daughter#apparently sheâs proven to be a useless waste of resources so sheâs released to you. you barely recognise her. AND I REACHED TAG LIMIT FML
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I would dieeee for some more of Spencer and bombshell after her getting injuredđ him taking such good care of her, the BEST doctors, researching every single optionđ reassuring her rhats shes just as prettyđ
âSpencer looks after you while you recover from a brutal injury. fem!reader, 1.1k
Spencer thinks itâs one of the team's more gruesome injuries. Hotch has been stabbed to mince meat and Emily half-killed, Elle got shot, and heâs had his fair share of violence, too, but he canât imagine the horror of being hit in the face with a hammer. The pain so close to your eyes, your teeth, your brain, the fear and the sudden crack. He feels sick whenever he remembers the sound, and he was sick the first time he dreamt about the way you cried as it happened. Your strange yelp, the immediate drop to the floor.Â
Spencer never hit somebody as hard as he did that UnSub. His gun whipped out possessed across the UnSubâs face, and then drove forward into their nose with a stomach turning crunch.Â
Theyâre in custody, and youâre in bed recovering with some of the best doctors in the world. Spencer thinks you both won this round, even if it doesnât feel like a win right now.Â
âShh,â he whispers, âshh, shh, itâs okay. Itâs okay, donât cry.âÂ
You cling to his chest as though worried heâs going to move out of reach, sobbing. Youâre careful not to touch your face or his chest, the soreness too much, but the rest of you is clinging to him. You donât have to worry, heâs not going anywhere.Â
âPlease, itâs okay,â he says, the tip of his nose to your forehead. âYou can have another dose in twenty minutes. Just twenty minutes.âÂ
He supposes the pain reminds you of the full extent of the injury, your jaw fractured in two places, your gum traumatised, your face more bruise than anything else. You hate your appearance being out of your control, itâs making you panic âhe can feel you shaking.
Heâd sat down with your drink to find you already crying, he couldnât have been gone for ten minutes, but it was long enough for you to fall deep into the throes of hysteria. Youâd grappled for him as he sat down to hug you, your face hidden ever since, and now the shakes have started. Heâs hopeless.Â
But Spencerâs willing to do anything to make it better. âCan you tell me whatâs upsetting you? Please?â he asks.
âItâsââ Harder sobbing, your tears dripping down from your chin to wet the thigh of his pants.
He has to calm you down.
Since you met Spencer, youâve been the comforter. He canât count how many times something has hurt him and youâve rushed to save him. Youâve hugged and held and kissed him into smiling, youâve never let him down, youâve forgiven him after a hundred stupid mistakes, so Spencer doesnât care that youâve been inconsolable for days. He really doesnât mind that heâs had to look after you this attentively. Itâs his pleasure, and heâs getting better at it.Â
He presses a few soft shushes somewhere in your hairline, his hand rubbing a circuit into your back with a firm pressure that never tips into roughness. He does it until his palm is numb. He could paint the slant of your back from muscle memory, fingers tripping down the creased fabric of your pyjamas, pulling back up to your neck. Heâs never felt such tender sympathy. He hates that youâre in pain, but he doesnât hate getting to rub your back. This is surely boyfriend territory.Â
âYou want something to drink now?â he asks quietly.Â
You open your mouth to answer, sighing in pain momentarily. âUh, yeah.âÂ
���Did you want the straw?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âOkay.â He canât force himself away. âYou okay for me to move you?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
You canât be blamed for short answers.Â
There are surgeries to hold your jaw together when it breaks, and while you were unconscious (shock, rather than head injury), Hotch consented as your next of kin for the doctors to make sure things wouldnât get worse, but it was Spencer who had to advocate for you afterwards. Theyâd wanted a metal connector to prevent dislocation. Spencer knew this could mean another scar, so he said no, because you mightâve said no had you been awake, and they shouldâve asked you anyways.Â
When you did wake up, you were vehemently against it. Which is fine, you can heal without it, but itâs scarier to do it unaided. Your jaw could dislocate if you do something wrong, which is not only horrifically painful, but a painfully horrific injury to have. You talk quietly. You take small mouthfuls of soft foods.Â
Spencer looks at you now, tearstained, back arched like a kicked dog, and doesnât know what to do. He wishes he were the one who got injured instead.Â
He takes the hospital bed controls into his hand and presses the button to make the top of your mattress elevate. Tomorrow, theyâll send you home, and Spencer will have to construct a nest of pillows for you to sit in while you recover, but itâll be worth it. Things wonât feel as intimidating when youâre in your own bed.Â
âLean back, beautiful,â he says.Â
Your smile is a straight line with eyes lit up. âWhat for?â you ask.Â
âComfier. Less stress on your head.â You lean back. âOh,â he adds, âand so I can get a better view of you.âÂ
Your eyes get impossibly brighter. âWhat do you think?â you murmur. Your voice sounds scratched to death from crying, tight from holding your mouth a certain way, but pleased anyways. Itâs just as pretty as it always is to him.Â
âYouâre the prettiest girl in the world,â he says, reaching out to cradle your waist, his hand moving up and down the side of you tenderly.Â
You have a bruise from under your left eye and bleeding down your neck, and you havenât slept right for a few days, but youâre undeniably beautiful in Spencerâs eyes.Â
Youâve been the most beautiful girl in the world literally from the day you met onward, with as much to do with your heart as your lovely face. He should tell you that, but he doesnât.Â
âCan I have water now?â you ask, covering his hand with yours.Â
His confidence wobbles. âOh, yeah, sorry. Sorry.â He grabs your drink, water spilling down the side to wet his hand.Â
âPlease donât make me laugh.âÂ
âIâm not trying to,â he says pathetically.Â
He holds the cup of water to your face and you guide the straw between your lips. Spencerâs sure heâs been in love with you forever, and itâs all but cemented now.Â
#spencer and bombshell reader#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction
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Hi Mae!! I keep rereading the overprotective poly marauders fic I love it sm 𫶠can I please request another one it can tie into casual dominance marauders if you want I donât mind I just canât get them off my mind. Thanks babe!!
Hi lovely!! So this went a bit off the rails, I had different intentions for it at first but then somehow it became very serious and the boys not so much overprotective as reasonably upset....all in all, I'm not super happy with it but I didn't want to throw it out, I'd be happy to write another overprotective one for you if you'd like!
cw: sexual assault
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠1.5k words
You walk out of your office feeling odd and off-kilter. Your mind seems addled, unable to complete one thought before jumping to the next, and something prickles just underneath your skin that feels like anger and shame and also like panic.Â
Your boyfriends are waiting for you, idling at the curb. Youâre supposed to go straight from here to the cinema, and you tell yourself youâll feel better afterwards. Even if not, you have until Monday before you have to deal with this, if you deal with it at all. You may not. Youâre not sure. You canât think straight.Â
âHey, angel,â James says as you get in, and itâs immediately obvious your upset has already been noticed. Probably as soon as you walked outside, your boyfriends observing you through the car windows. Remus, in the driverâs seat, and Sirius, sitting beside you in the back, are both charily silent. âHow was work?âÂ
âIt was fine,â you reply. Your voice sounds off even to your own ears, but no one comments as Remus puts the car in drive.Â
âReady for the weekend?â James imbues his voice with a light sort of commiseration. You try to smile for him.Â
No one is more surprised than you when a sob chokes you instead. You hide your face in your hands, tears already leaking out from between your lashes.Â
âGod, sorry.âÂ
âHey, whatâs wrong?â Sirius asks, unbuckling his seatbelt and reaching for you.
Remus pulls into a parking spot just by the exit and shuts off the engine, turning around in his seat.
âBaby.â Sirius wraps his arm around your shaking shoulders, squeezing tight. He sounds anxious. âDid something happen?âÂ
The worst of your crying passes like a summer storm, over as quickly as it started. Your emotions gone haywire. You lean into Sirius, and he clicks the buckle on your seatbelt for you, pulling you the rest of the way.Â
âYouâre scaring me,â he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline. âTell us why youâre upset, angel, please.âÂ
âI think,â you mumble, face and eyes burning, âmy boss grabbed my butt.âÂ
You say it quieter than a whisper, but you know theyâve all heard. The silence that follows is so complete you could hear a pin drop.Â
âWhat?â James asks. His throat sounds dry.Â
You hear Remus sigh. âOh, sweetheart.â The vinyl of his seat squeaks as he shifts. âWhen did this happen?âÂ
âJust now,â you answer.Â
âRight.â Siriusâ arms had gone tense around you, but now they fall away completely. He moves for his door. âIâll be back.âÂ
âDonât,â you plead. You worry he will anyway, but Remus locks the doors from the front seat.Â
Sirius cuts a glare his way, truly scary with the way wrath seems to gleam in his gray irises. He unlocks his door manually, and Remus locks it again.Â
âWe canât be rash,â he says, his own tone sharper than you think is intended for anyone in the car. âWe have to think this through.âÂ
âWhatâs there to think about?â Sirius snaps. James reaches behind his seat, taking your hand and rubbing comfortingly. âHeâs just inside!âÂ
âYou think I donât want to go in there too?â Remus gives him a look thatâs a short fall from incredulous. âBut if we have to call the police, it wonât help if youâve already had a go at him.âÂ
Your head spins. You hadnât even thought of calling the police. You hadnât really gotten past going to the cinema.Â
âWhat do you mean, you think he grabbed you, sweetheart?â James' voice is pointedly kinder than the others. Remus takes a deep breath, calming himself.Â
âI donât know. I justâI feel like I canât be sureââÂ
âThatâs alright.â Remus' voice is slower now. Soothing. âWhy donât you tell us how it happened?âÂ
âI, um.â You swallow. James strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. âI was looking at something on his computer, because he said he wasnât getting my emails and I thought they might be going to his spam. He was sitting behind me in his chair, and we were talking and his hand, like, squeezedââ you shudder, your brain trying to shake off the memory ââand then he just kept talking like nothing happened. It was so fast Iâm not sure it even didââÂ
âBaby.âÂ
You donât realize youâre tripping over your words until Siriusâ voice cuts through them. You look at him, and his eyes are already on yours, fierce but solid.Â
âDid you feel him touch you?â he asks.Â
You rub your lips together. âYeah,â you murmur.Â
Your boyfriendâs expression pinches, but his gaze is steady. âThen he did. Trust yourself. You know what happened.âÂ
This provokes another wave of tears, less tempestuous than the first but somehow more painful. You wouldn't have expected any one of your boyfriends to blame you, not if youâd thought about it, but you havenât had time to think yet and the relief that theyâre so wholly on your side makes your heart feel cracked open.Â
âDove, Iâm so sorry,â Remus says. Heâs frowning, a well-worn line etched between his brows. You hate to put it there. âWhat do you want to do? Do you know if you can contact HR?âÂ
âI donât know,â you admit, pliable to Siriusâ ministrations as he tucks you securely under one arm and uses the other to thumb at your salty cheeks. âI feel a bit silly. It was a small thing, I donât think itâs worth a bunch of fuss.âÂ
âItâs not a small thing,â says James, uncharacteristically severe. âItâs a big thingâa really fucked up thing, that he didâand itâs worth a lot of fuss. A lot.â He leans around his seatback, pressing a firm kiss to your hand. âItâs just a matter of how much fuss youâre willing to go through with, sweetheart. Itâs up to you. We can go through HR, we can go to the police. Thereâs still the option of just going in there and roughing him up to be sure it doesnât happen again.â He smiles wryly. It looks like it takes effort. âIâm very game for that option. We know Sirius is ready.âÂ
Sirius makes an affirming humph sound against the side of your head. You try to smile back at James.Â
âI think maybeâŚHR?â Your voice is tentative. âI have a friend, Marcella, who I think would be nice about it.â You realize as it comes out of your mouth what a low bar that is, but thatâs the reality of your situation.Â
âDo you know if sheâs still here?â Remus asks.Â
You feel your brow wrinkle. âI think soâŚâÂ
Remus unlocks the doors, and James gets out. You barely manage to squeak out a âWaitâ before the door shuts behind him.Â
You turn to Remus. âWhereâs he going?âÂ
âTo find Marcella,â he says. âItâs better that they know when itâs just happened, dovey, but you donât have to deal with it right now. Thatâs why James is going instead.âÂ
You nod. It makes sense, even if the reality of it all makes tears press at your throat again.Â
âMy sweet girl.â Sirius holds you tight, mashing a kiss into the side of your head. âIâm so sorry this happened, baby. Iâm sorry we werenât there to protect you.âÂ
âDonât be sorry,â you murmur, turning in his arms to hug him properly. He seems pleased with this development, and squeezes you ferociously. âYou canât always be with me. And itâs not your responsibility.âÂ
âCareful what you say.â Sirius seems to muster up some humor, a teasing edge to his tone. âIâll get us one of those big shirts so the four of us can fit in it together, and then youâll never be rid of us.âÂ
âItâs our job to look after you,â says Remus, firm but kind. âItâs true we canât be with you all of the time, but Iâm glad you felt comfortable telling us this. Thank you, sweetheart.âÂ
Youâre about to dismiss his thanks when James gets back in the car, this time in the back seat instead of the front.Â
âDid you see him?â Sirius asks immediately, scooching the both of you over to make room.Â
âNo, he mustâve left right after her.â James looks unhappy, but his touch is gentle as always as he takes your waist in both hands, easing you off of Siriusâ lap and into the seat between them. Sirius sighs but doesnât complain, likely knowing heâs had more than his fair share of your comfort.Â
âMarcella was nice, though,â James says. âShe arranged for you to have the morning off on Monday, and sheâll call you then to hear from you what happened. We can be with you, if you like.âÂ
âMonday.â You blow out a slow breath, though it doesnât do much to keep your throat from contracting in panic. âOkay, that sounds good. Thank you.âÂ
âNo worries, angel.â James rubs your thigh, watching you carefully. âYou doing okay?âÂ
âYeah, sorry.â Your voice squeaks, and you cover your eyes with a hand. Sirius whines and kisses your shoulder. You try to laugh, but it comes out wet. âI think this might just keep happening for a while.âÂ
âOh, honey, itâs okay,â Remus coos, reaching out a hand to set on the top of your head. He scratches at your scalp with his fingernails the way he knows you like. âIt makes sense to be upset. Weâll get you through this, alright? Let us look after you for a bit.âÂ
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âđ§đ˘đ˘ đđđ!â â KNBmen and how they comfort you and work you down on their big cocks.
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Content warnings: Praise, piv, pain kink, dacryphilia, big dick, head, choking, cum swallowing, anything else!
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â KAGAMI
Kagami is VERY gentile. He cannot and WILL NOT hurt you. He just canât do it! Sometimes his personal needs get the best of him, but he makes sure you beat him up afterwards.
Kagami prefers if you take the lead only so you can take your time and use your dick as much as you want. He likes when you can just be comfortable and happy!
Although he hates you being in pain, he canât help but get a little turned on knowing his cock is like a spear that is plotting you open- hey, it might be a weird kink, but heâs happy he is more than enough for you!
âGood girl.â Kagami groaned as you slowly lowered down on him. Your legs shook and strained as the pain between your legs and the burning in your thighs became nearly unbearable.
âI-itâs too big!â You whimpered. âAnd my legs hurt!â Tears welled in your eyes, and your throat burned.
Kagami grabbed your hips to help relieve the burn in your thighs after he heard your cry. You grateful, slowly slid inch by inch down his cock until you were now comfortably (leg wise) sitting on him.
Kagami leaned up and softly kissed your lips. âDoing so good fâme, take your time.â He praised as you nodded and kissed him back, tears in your eyes.
âTake your time.â He repeated.
â
â KUROKO
Kuroko is surprisingly mean! Not mean like Aomine (which you will soon see) but heâs mean! If youâre not riding, heâs bullying his way into his pussy. He did his best to stretch you before hand, so it shouldnât hurt, right?
Wrong! It hurts like hell, every. Fucking. Time! Kuroko just tunes you out and continues to slowly but faster than comfort slide in to your tight cunt.
Kuroko usually stops when heâs fully sheathed inside, he may be mean, but he isnât cruel. Heâll also kiss you and rub your sides as you sniffle from crying earlier.
â*hip* y-your *hip* so mean!â You cry as he finally bottomed out. He groaned trying not to cum right then and there, and all you could do is try to catch your breath from all the hysterical crying you were doing.
âIâm sorry baby, you just feel so good.â His soft voice comforted as his dick twitched at every whimper and hic from you recovering.
He kissed your wet lips, and you kissed him back. He grabbed your face, and used his thumbs to rub your cheeks soothingly.
âJust take some deep breaths, I wonât move, promise.â His blue eyes locked on your glossy ones, and you nodded and controlled your breathing. When the pain soon decreased, and a burn of desire took over, all signs of being upset and sad disappeared.
âReady?â He asked, and you nodded eagerly.
âWords please.â
âIâm r-ready.â
âOk, Iâm going to move now, squeeze my hand if itâs too much.â He grabbed your hand and you smiled.
âOk!â He smiled back and pulled his hips back and pushed them in.
â
â KISE
Kise starts off really mean but then when he hears you cry he is an instant golden teddy bear, I swear on my life! He wants to act tough and like he enjoys being in control, which is partly true, but the second you cry out in pain, that persona went out the window.
Kise will usually have you in mating press, he loves to see your face in pain or pleasure, but if itâs just outright unbearable pain in your face, he will switch up.
He would stop all of his movements and focus on your soft spots and your sensitive ones to get you comfortable!
âK-Kise!â You gasp in pain, and he ignores you. You cling to his back and he continued to push in.
âStop! Please it hurts!â Again he ignores you and continues pushing in. At some point you started sobbing, and that must have knocked him out of whatever he was in. You didnât want to use your safe word, you didnât want him to completely stop, you just wanted him to slow down!
He blinked and looked at your face. His eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed. He stopped moving iing, and grabbed your face.
âS-shit, Iâm sorry!â He looked frantic, yet you could still sense a bit of lust coming off of him. âI-I must of zoned out, Iâm so sorry baby!â His blonde locks tickled your face, and you felt upset at him. Very upset.
âI asked you to *hip* stop!â You continued to cry and he slowly pulled out, making you wrap your legs around him to stop.
âDonât pull out!â He looked at you confused and you whined your eyes. âJust slow down! Y-you big fat bitch!â You insulted him, making him laugh knowing who you were really talking about.
âIâm sorry, baby, Iâll slow down. Just canât help getting excited when I have all this to myself!â He pecked your lips, and whiled the rest of the tears in your face.
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â AOMINE
The biggest, the meanest, the most utterly cruel man you know! Well, you chose this man, so youâre not REALLY complaining, but still!
Aomine is a sadist, a very mild one, and your kind of a masochist so you both go hand in hand, but just because you enjoy a little bit of pain doesnât mean you canât say he isnât mean!
Aomine has a tendency to just slam himself into you, and slowly fuck you to be nice. He loves to hear you cry for him, he loves to see your eyes widen in pain, he just loves loves LOVES it!
Aomine slammed into you, making you scream and dig your fresh nails into the pillows. âMine!â You cry out, he growled and fucked you harder than usual.
âYou know you like it, you slut.â He pounded into you, and you continued to cry and cry. He had you in doggy, and you could feel the pillows getting wetter and wetter from your tears, making you feel agitated.
âPlease slow down!â You begged, not wanting him to, but the idea of it didnât sound to bad either.
âNah, like hearing you cry on my cock.â He chuckled, as he continued to pound into you. You sniffled and cried and he just continued to claim what was his. Aomine wrapped his arm around your torso and pulled you up to him. He continued to fuck you while also kissing your neck.
âSuch a good fucking slut. Taking my dick better than normal, bet you like when I use you like this.â You whimper when you felt your high coming in.
âA-aomin-â he sucked in your neck and you moaned.
âWhat?â He mocked when you fell silent. The pleasure was becoming so much.
âAlready fucked my baby dumb. What do you know!â He chuckled.
â
â MURASAKIBARA
Murasakibara doesnât even know heâs big. I mean he knows it, but whenever he tried to put it in, it just doesnât⌠fit? Like, I mean, his tip doesnât slide in, he has to physically push the tip in, like more than how normal guy who have big dicks have too.
You usually have a hard time when it comes to his dick because he canât even put it all inside of you, it reaches your cervix at halfway. So he canât fuck you luke he wants too.
So whenever it doesnât usually work out he just uses your mouth instead.
âFuck baby, using your mouth like a fucking pro.â He praised as your mouth opened to the hilt. He was reaching deep in your throat, and you couldnât breath very well. You pulled off and coughed. His stomach fluttered with butterflyâs when he saw that his dick was too much for you to handle.
âWhatâs wrong baby?â He pushed the hair out of your face, and a visible pour formed on your lips.
âI canât take it all! Youâre too big!â You wanted to impress him, even though he was already very impressed by you. You always impress him.
âItâs ok baby, youâre doing so well!â He praised and you didnât believe him.
You liwerwd back on him and tried to take him again, this time much harder than last time since your throat was in defense mode.
Murasakibara brought his heavy hand to the back of your head and pushed you down. You gagged but tried your best. Tears spilled out your eyes from the pressure, and he only encouraged you to continue, and you did.
You bobbed your head despite it only being halfway there. He groaned and you felt a warm and slightly salty liquid fill your mouth.
He held you down despite you tapping his thigh to breath. He grabbed your hair and pulled you up. He chuckled and squished your cheeks with his other hand. You were coughing, and he was treating you like a baby.
âBreathe baby, breath.â You wiped your mouth, and he let go of your cheeks.
âHow about we try my cock in your pussy next?â
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break up with your boyfriend
Yandere trans!fem cheerleader x fem reader
It was so shittily made but I need to pump out more fics or else my blog will die. Thank you all for 1k followers though! I'll rewrite this in the future maybe
Tw: mentions of blackmailing, nsfw, slight breeding kink, batshit crazy girlfriend,not proofread, another oc mentioned!?đş
đEva saccharine has been your girlfriend since she first started transitioning. You helped her style her hair, do her nails, pick her clothes, find good makeup, anything she needed to feel like the real her. So when freshman year rolled in, it came as no surprise to you she fit right in with the clique.
đOfcourse you had your fears she'd choose them over you but that wasn't the case, because she'd make you eat lunch with them and sit on her lap, not so subtly humping your ass while talking all about cheer practice
đď¸boys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be her. She just wanted you, to just be the two baddest bitches on the block. It didn't matter if you were just like her or the complete opposite, she gushed over you. Praising you for being her good girl, her sweet little princess, her obedient pocket pussy-
đbut at this current moment? She was busy bullying your insides, forcing her fat cock into your slippery hole as she held you steady by your waist. Biting and groaning everytime she'd feel you squeeze that certain spot on her dick
"fu-uuckkk.. baby cakes, 'yer squeezin' me so goood.. ah.. hah.. you wouldn't mind if I pumped a few babes into your tight cunny right? Wanna be my baby mama?"
��that made you squeeze tighter, holding onto the bedsheets for dear life. She had you face down, ass up and damn near breaking your back with how hard she was going. Hearing the normally composed and playful eva turn into a drooling pussy-drunk mess had you feeling butterflies, just going plap play plap-
đď¸let's just say, by the end of it, you couldn't walk for days afterwards. But no amount of hickies and perfume would be able to scare away a rather persistent guy. He was on the football team, star quarterback, rich asshole. sam white. Eva hated his guts, he thinks he can just waltz in and steal her bitch? Not on her watch.
đthis little feud had been going on for a while, and more times than you could count you've been caught in the crossfire. Though it was kinda funny, seeing them screeching insults at eachother and bickering. Eva would sassily flick her blonde hair and grab you by the collar of your neck, Dragging you away while Sam hooted and hollered at your retreating form
đyou never questioned her morbid fascination with anything horror or paranormal related. She was just obsessed with regular girl things. wanting you to help her summon a demon once, but you aren't that stupid, making blood pacts with them could result in very unsavory ending's and you quite cherished your soul and body
đď¸Eva has more than one account on different social medias, pretending to be multiple different people and Stalking your posts. She'd slide into your dms and flirt, seeing if you'd really cheat on her. She's so happy when you instantly block the account, guess you'll survive not being sent to her basement for another week
đshe has the audacity to grab a frilly pink pen and make you wear clothes that purposely shows off what she wrote. In bright bold lettering, Eva's little cum dump ⥠. Maybe she'll let you bring a jacket, only if you beg her really hard with those big doe eyes she loves. She put a collar and leash on you too
đdon't try breaking up with her, she takes 'they go low, I go lower" to another level. Threatening to post pictures of you in rather compromising positions. When did she record all of this? Who knows. She won't refrain from spreading nasty rumors of you that just force you to come sobbing into her arms, if you try and get comfort from somebody else she won't hesitate to eliminate them. Don't you see? She's the final girl, and you're her love Interest
"I told you not to run pretty baby.. now look what you've done. I gotta fix your mess up~.."
moral of the story: be a loyal loving girlfriend and she'll spoil you rotten with her daddy's black card âĽď¸
#Not so subtle hints of turning this into a three fic series#queenie ocs#yandere x reader#queenie writes#yandere x darling#ocs#yandere#Yandere oc x reader#Yandere female#Female yandere#Yandere girlfriend x reader#x fem!reader#x female reader#X afab reader#Yandere female x afab reader#Trans yandere x reader#TF4F#wlw#Yandere smut#Tw breeding kink#Eva saccharine#Sam white#yandere fem!oc x reader#Yandere cheerleader x reader#tw yandere#yandere blog
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content: gender neutral reader, noncon!, gore!, mutilation!, captivity
Yandere!Artist is not quite an artist by profession. His skill of trade can be immediately guessed in the way he so masterfully handles a scalpel. He hacks, and cleaves, and stitches right back up.
He's saved many souls, and his competency as a surgeon has never been doubted. One could say he's had a lot of practice with the less fortunate...patients.
It started with anatomical drawings; idly tracing over his used textbooks, untangling the thick vessels connecting the liver tissue. This can't be all, he thought at the time. It looked bland, it looked fake. He needed a different kind of muse.
Oh, he's gained a lot of experience since. It took many bodies to perfect his artistry, but now he can finally return home, sit back, and admire his work adorning every wall.
Then he found you.
A different kind of fascination enthralled his soul. He wanted to learn all there is to you, know you better than anyone else. Special little thing, too innocent and naĂŻve for this world. Worry not, you could never be in better hands than his.
"Oh, it's an ugly one."
Your lips are curved into a pout, soft sobs spilling out of your mouth in hiccups. Through tears, you can discern what's left of your leg. Right above the knee, the flesh is torn, sliced choppily and exposing the bone, with clusters of fat glistening among the pooled blood.
He glances at the axe that tarnished your skin.
"You left me with no choice. How many times must I explain myself to you?"
He tucks a few hair strands behind your ear.
"Do you truly believe that the world out there is any better than here? I'm saying this out of love and concern. If you wished to have a walk, or go somewhere, I would've accompanied you.
If you're going to be sneaky, I have no choice but to discipline you."
You nod, in a daze, ears ringing from the shock. Upon reflection, it might have been a poor idea to try and escape. All the way to your hip, there's a prickly numbness, a wet warmth. You stare at his slender hands as he tucks a thin strip of cloth into your gash.
Before reaching for his surgery kit, he eyes the scenery once more: the steady streams of blood branching across the tile, the femoral artery gushing and spasming against the improvised bandage. Your face is pale, and your gaze hollow. He must confess, you're particularly beautiful in this moment, resting against the wall, your damp lashes reminding him of a Madonna painting.
"Perhaps...might you give me a moment?"
He quickly hops on his stool, and twirls a brush between his fingers.
"Don't worry, I'll be quick. Just the sketch, I promise."
He gently dabs the canvas, observing you in raw adoration. Every detail must be considered. Every stroke must be calculated.
"Afterwards, I'll patch your precious leg back. You'll be as good as new in a few days.
And hopefully wiser, if you want to avoid it in the future. I can't do miracles. This will leave an ugly scar."
Lesson learned. Your nose wrinkles with a sniff, yet you obediently straighten your back.
"Is this alright," you ask meekly, referring to your rather poor attempt at posing.
"Perfect."
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he's so mean!
warnings: afab!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, degradation, marking (baji), spanking (kaku), choking (chifuyu), jealousy (chifuyu), pet names (baby, kitten), reader wears makeup. i think that's it LOL if i missed any lmk!!!
ft: baji, kakucho, chifuyu, each drabble is around 500-600ish words.
member of: @enchantedforest-network đ
a/n: this is just pure indulgent filth <3. after seeing the tokrev trailer for s3 i got excited n picked this back up LOL. special thanks to nie for proofreading ilysm
baji:
âaww, is it too much baby?â he coos, your legs thrown up over his shoulders as he presses your knees down as far as theyâll go.Â
you whimper and nod, your streaky tears running gray with mascara. hiccuping, you slur, âsâtoo much, n-no more,â but suddenly youâre crying out as baji slams back into you.Â
âi donât really care,â he gleams, fangs flashing at you as he starts up again. he revels in the sound of your choked sobs and the way you thrash underneath him. besides, baji knows when itâs really too much youâll use your safe word.Â
you squeal when he angles himself to fuck you even deeper, mushroom tip kissing your sweet spot with each thrust. âf-fuck,â you sob, âfuck!â of course youâre close, baji knows exactly what you want and how to give it to you.Â
the obscenities continue to fall off your tongue as you babble, drool, and cry but baji loves it, dipping down to lick your tears up. itâs when he sinks his teeth into your neck that you mewl, âkei, âm cumming!â writhing underneath him as he relentlessly fucks you through it, head thrown back as your mind goes hazy.Â
âi know, baby, i know,â he coos, feeling the way your pussy twitches on him, making sure to tilt your chin down so he can see your pretty eyes roll back. âfeels fucking good, huh?âÂ
you donât answer, instead whimpering and nodding as your overstimulated pussy continues to twitch. youâre sure if he keeps this up, youâll pass out. but you know when he slows his hips, youâre nowhere near done.Â
âkitten,â he sings, tapping your face as your lids flutter, âdonât pass out on me yet. iâm not done with you.âÂ
heâs borderline obsessed with how fucked out you look when he pushes you through orgasms. he especially loves how you look afterwards, with spit slicked lips and littered in marks. he knows you can keep going, no heâll make you keep going, consumed by the way you squeal as you cream around his cock.
you sob, âno more, itâs too much.â you try to push back on him, but bajiâs stronger than you, his grip on the back of your knees never faltering as you try to squirm and kick.Â
he barks out another laugh, âi already told you, i donât fuckinâ care. you can give me another one.âÂ
âi canât!â you wail, but he presses on, starting to move again. âkei, fuck!âÂ
âyes you can,â he growls, nipping at your ear, âand you will.âÂ
kakucho:
âthis is what you wanted right?â kakucho growls, but you canât even answer, cheek squished into your tear and spit ridden pillow as he hammers into you from behind. it is what you wanted, its what you asked for, begged for. for kakucho to finally stop treating you like some fragile doll and fuck you properly.Â
meekly you try to nod, sniffling as you peek one puffy eye up at him, your hands held behind your back. sweat glistens on his forehead, brows knit in annoyance.Â
âthen take it.â he hisses, using one hand to smack your ass, and you yelp at the sting, squirming underneath him. âdidnât realize i was dating such a fucking slut.âÂ
you moan at the insult and he laughs, case in point. soon, his hand is coming down again, making you squeal, red angry prints on your tender flesh. he thinks youâll ask him to stop, but instead youâre mewling out âmore, please, more,â teary eyes trained on his hand.Â
his interest is piqued, evident by the way he brings his hand down again to hear another pretty moan. he barks out a laugh, when you demand it again.Â
âi donât think so,â he grunts, before pushing your face down further into your pillow. âdid you forget that toys donât get a say?â he brings your hips up farther and all you can think about is just how deep he is.Â
your thighs tremble as he starts pounding into you again, treating you like his own fleshlight. heâs brought you so far up, your feet are starting to dangle off the bed.Â
thereâs a wet patch underneath you as you drip down onto the sheets below. but god, heâs so fucking mean and feels so good that you just canât care. your mindâs so hazy you forget that youâre not supposed to beg, what youâre begging for you donât even know.Â
âalright,â he snaps, dropping you before looming over and caging you in with his body. he shoves his fingers into your mouth, using the other hand to force you to look up at him. âlet me help you out since youâre too stupid to listen.âÂ
your eyes start to leak again and he canât lie, you look so fucking cute crying and drooling on his fingers. you grip the sheets as he starts to fuck you again, the pace brutal and unrelenting. he doesnât let you look away either, staring down at you, no, consuming you with each thrust.Â
he knows youâre close when your breaths get more scattered and your eyes start rolling back. just a few more thrusts and youâre coming undone, thrashing as much as you can underneath him. frantically, you push against him, whimpering when you start to get overstimulated, but he doesnât let up, instead pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead.Â
âyouâre still not there yet,â he sighs, thinking he could really get used to you crying on his cock. âdonât worry, baby, youâve got all night to get it right.âÂ
chifuyu:
âf-fuyu?â you question with bleary eyes, but he doesnât respond, jaw tensed as he continues to fuck you into another orgasm. âi canât! no more, please,â you slur, but he ignores you, nails digging into your hips.Â
you didnât mean to push him so hard, but when takemichi told you he once saw chifuyu hold a broken shard of glass up to kisaki, snarling and ready to strike, you were a little curious. chifuyu had only been nice to you, sweet and gentle, especially when the two of you made love. but youâve always been a little curious, what if he was just a tad bit meaner, a little more rough?Â
so you thought making him a little jealous would do the trick, and it did. youâd never done it before, but the way he bristled up seeing you giggle and paw at kazutora was enough for him, even if they were best friends.Â
it mustâve been hours since chifuyu got you home, pinning you against the counter as he grinded into you from behind before bending you over and ripping your underwear off. you didnât realize just how jealous of a person he was until now, legs dripping down cum and arousal.Â
âyou think kazutora can fuck you like this?â he growls and you quickly shake your head, mumbling out quick apologies. but itâs so hard to focus when chifuyuâs fucking you so well, pretty little moans coming out of your mouth.Â
âdonât fucking lie to me,â he hisses, pulling back on your hair. you arch up into him, desperately holding onto the edges of the counter youâre pressed up against. the hand that was gripping onto your hair finds itâs way around your neck, as chifuyu continues to rut into you.Â
you look up at him with puffy, teary eyes, ââm sorry, f-fuck, âm sorry,â you pant, but he merely cocks his head to the side. âfuyu, âm sorry.âÂ
ânot gonna fuckinâ cut it this time,â he punctuates his sentence with a particularly harsh thrust which makes you gasp as your eyes roll back. âiâm gonna ruin you, got it? you belong to me.âÂ
you try to respond, but the hand on your neck squeezes and your words die on your tongue. little black dots invade your vision, but before you fully pass out, he lets go. opting to wrap his arm around your neck.Â
âcanât talk now?â he murmurs, forcing you to look at him as he continues to slide in and out of your dripping hole. âand you were so fucking sorry earlier, huh? lying to me again?âÂ
ââm sorry! âm sorry!â starts to tumble off your tongue again, as you vigorously shake your head. but chifuyu canât hear you, drowning in his own jealousy and the feel of your warm, clenching pussy.Â
he growls in your ear one more time, "if you're really sorry, let me see you squirt on this dick."
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"Tell Me You Love Me,"
Yandere! Male x Fem! Reader
FT: Childe and Scaramouche
TW: yandere, forced married au, violence, mentions of punishments (rice kneeling and starvation)
Childe
With your eyebrows knitted together and furrowed, lips pressed together in a tight smile and cheeks just ever so slightly puffed out, this is when Childe found you the cutest. Your smile was nice and he had an extra special place in his heart for the way you looked as you sobbed, but nothing could ever top your pout. It was to the point where he'd do things to entice it out of you, intentionally teasing you to see you puff up in that oh so adorable anger.
His cold, thin finger reached out and gently poked the soft cushion of your cheek, sinking into the plumpness of your face. Even when you slapped his hand away, he couldn't help, but to swoon at how cute you were. You couldn't harm him, not with those weak little punches, but you sure could try. And he absolutely loved watching you try. You seldom touched him of your own accord, so what was the harm in enticing you to do so?Â
âI'm not in the mood to deal with you, Ajax,â You muttered, voice barely above a whisper. You spat his name like it was filthy, even crossing your arms afterwards as if to show you were deathly serious. He knew that you were, you had every right to be, yet he still sat next to you, so close his thigh pressed against yours.Â
He placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest in an unwanted embrace. It was a move that earned him a slap across the face from you. A painful one at that. Not unbearable of course, more akin to a cat scratch. Yes the cat hurt you, but who could stay mad at such a cute animal? You on the other hand, he could see you holding your tingling palm, trying to hide the pain you were feeling. You were able to hit him because he let you, but an untrained fighter such as yourself was no match for a harbinger.
âNow look what you've done,â he could feel his cheek growing a bit hot from the strike, âYou've gone and hurt the both of us.â
You shot him a glare, a very harsh one. If looks could kill he would've died on the spot. But he was immune to your gaze. More than immune to it actually, he reveled in the fact that you looked at him that way. That your pretty face could make such an awful expression. That the hatred you felt for him, causes your features to contort into something almost ugly, but beautiful to him.
âMaybe I wouldn't have had to if you weren't such a liar!â You raised your trembling voice, eyes welling with tears. Watching you go from anger to falling apart at the seams. He was the only person who could make you feel this way and it made him feel a sense of pride.
âWhat'd I lie about?â He teased. He looked up with a finger pressed against his chin, playfully beginning to ponder. If your hand wasn't already aching from the slap, you would've punched him, right in his smug little face.
âYou said I could go,â you words were strained through tears that wouldn't stop cascading down your face, âI did everything you told me to. You promised!â
He snapped his fingers in recognition, âOh! That's it! You wished to go to the lantern rite!â
The sight of him pretending was making you even more angry. But you couldn't let it boil over any more. Childe would only allow so much before he started to get upset, finally showing you how gentle he was being with you before. Few people even got the chance to place hands on him and live.
âYou said I could go,â you repeated again slowly.Â
And he did. You slaved away, doting on him like the perfect wife. Doing everything he wanted. You were at his beck and call, acting on his every whim. Just for the chance to touch the soil of Liyue again, to smell the air, to taste the foodâŚto see your family. They went to the lantern rite every year, and you hoped that that tradition didn't end just because you'd vanished. All you needed was a glimpse of their faces, no talking necessary. Even though you knew they'd want to see you, the selfish part of you was okay with them thinking you were dead or gone for good. That way they wouldn't risk butting heads with the Fatui, or worse, actually managing to meet with Childe.
âI was hoping you'd forgotten about that,â Childe spoke, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice.
You merely scoffed. You wouldn't be that nice to him without incentive. Yet after the initial agreement, the trip was never planned, luggage wasn't packed, carriages weren't called. As the days grew more and more near, you worried about the long trek to Liyue from Snezhnaya. You'd miss the Rite if you left too late, yet there was no urgency on his side of the deal.
He hummed for a moment, thinking with that face you hated so much. It meant he had more up his sleeve. You knew better than to trust a harbinger to withhold their side of the bargain, but like an idiot you still trusted him.
âI have one more request,â he began.
âThat's not what we agreed on!âÂ
âThen I guess you just don't want to go?âÂ
You crossed your arms in surrender. There was that pout that he loved so much. Those puffed up cheeks and furrowed brows. He could eat you up with how cute you were, practically begging for his attention.
âIt's easy, I promise,â he leaned as close to you as he could get and you resisted the urge to slap him again, âJust tell me you love me.â
You rolled your eyes, realizing that this was where he was going with it. He always asked you to do it and you always refused. You didn't love him. You hardly even liked him. You despised him actually. Found him disgusting and deplorable. He was less than human in your eyes, more like filth under your feet. But your love for your family outweighed your hatred for him.
âI love you,â you said so monotone, you almost sounded like a robot. Despite your lack of emotion, his face seemed to light up with glee.
âAgain,â
âThat's not what we agreed-â
He cut you off before you could finish the thought, âAgain.â
âI love you,â
âSay my name too,â his voice was breathy, hurried even. You'd never seen his face such a deep shade of red before. It didn't even cross your mind that the Ajax that teased you so much, the Ajax that forced you into a marriage and so many other things, was able to blush. He hushed you again before you could open your mouth in protest, âSay my real name.â
You let out a sigh, âI love you, Ajax.â
His smirk was disgusting as he sat next to you in glee, like the words were sinking into his heart. Childe just sat there, riding the high of feeling your non-existent love before he spoke again calmly.
âI'll have the carriage packed tonight, we leave in the morning,â
Scaramouche
You are Scaramouche's life blood. Truly what keeps him going. His heart which ticks instead of beats, ticks for you, his cold body, warms for you. Although, he'd never admit something as embarrassing as that. Nor would he tell you that he longs for your presence at his side constantly. That he rushes through his assignments, while being noticeably irritable and unapproachable, just so he can make it home to you. Where he'll pretend that he's not head over heels in love with you, and scoffs at your every word. Ignoring you, while simultaneously sticking to you like glue, even with your protests.
He watches couples as they smother each other with affection, kissing each other as if nothing else matters, embracing one another like they're physically unable to tear themselves apart, and he feels something so new to him. Jealousy? No. It's more akin to envy. He wants to do those things and maybe even more. He wants to be the obnoxious couple who can't seem to get their hands off of each other, he wants you to feel the withdrawal from his touch, as he feels from yours.
These are all hopeful thoughts, weary dreams even. He can force you to pretend, but he can't force the feelings. Even if he tells you to look happy when he touches you, there's a lack of light in your eyes that he can't even punish away. You'll never truly feel the way he wants you to. Not now, at least. But there's a wishful part inside of him that claws at his chest, hoping that someday you'll develop those feelings. As he watches you across the parlor, your focus more on the calligraphy that he told you to do than anything else, he knows that that day won't be soon.
You look so beautiful while trying to perfect the brush strokes. Ethereal even. Your skin glows under warm candle light, and even though you try to appear emotionless in front of him, the face you make when you concentrate always finds its way out.
âI'll be leaving on a mission soon,â he finally says into the silence.
You raised your head from your work, looking him in the eye before you speak. You truly are obedient, just as he trained you to be.
âSafe travels, my Lord,â you reply with that saccharine sweet voice, but he knows there's no meaning behind it. No compassion, no joy, no hope. You'd be happy if he died out there, still feeling the same indifference towards him that you do right now. It'd actually make you happier.
His mind shifts back to those couples he'd always see, the ones that were stuck to each other like glue. They'd beg and cry for the other not to leave, holding their hands to pull their lover back in a display of desperation for their time. Yet here you sat. Indifferent. Uncaring. Unloving.
âDon't you have anything else to say to me?â He questioned while that part of him that was still holding on to hope was fighting its way out. If you just told him to stay he would. If you told him that you loved him, he'd come home even quicker. He'd be more brutal, just for the chance to slip into your embrace. Yet only confusion met his question.
âI'll see you soon?â Words which were supposed to be spoken as a gesture of love, were coming out as a question. You didn't want to see him soon, nor did you wish for him to travel safely. Your lack of care has him seething, but only his regular, nonchalant demeanor showed on his face.
âWould you rather kneel on rice or go five days without food?â
Your head shot up when you heard his question, his voice cold and serious. Your heart was pounding in your ears so loudly, you wondered if he could hear it. He didn't have to to know how tense you were at the idea of the punishments, he could see it in your expression. Your look of indifference was quickly changed to fear, large doe eyes threatening to fill with tears.
âNeither, my Lord,â you stammered out, âI don't think I've done anything worthy of punishment.â
And you hadn't. Youâd done everything he told you to, exactly the way he wanted you to. Yet his ego and constant need for more of you, to claim you as his entirely, to swallow you whole, it made him angry. He'd given you a better life than you'd ever had before, he'd give you anything you wished for if you'd just open your pretty little mouth to ask, and all he wanted in return was your affection. Your attention. Your love.
âI'll ask you again, even though you know I hate repeating myself,â his red framed eyes glared down at you. Even at his short stature, he suddenly felt mountain tall, dwarfing above you in a way that made you want to sink into yourself, âI'll be leaving on a mission soon, do you have anything to say to me?â
You gulped down your saliva, feeling the way you had to force it down your throat as more pooled in your mouth, âSafeâŚ.safe travels, my Lord,â you stuttered. It was the same thing you always said, the same thing you were told to say. He left on trips often, but the script never changed. You were to wish him safe travels and see him off at the door. Yet here you stood before him, a quivering mess as he glared down at you, growing angrier at what was presumably the wrong answer.
âYou must want to be punished,â he hummed while looking disinterested.
The pain of rice digging into your knees or the hunger pains of starvation, they were both punishments you knew well. Neither was one you wanted to experience again. After such hard work to act the way he wanted you to, you'd gone a long time without being punished. But the way he was looking at you struck fear in your head, your hands trembled as you desperately began to plead.
âI don't understand, my lord, please tell me what I'm doing wrong,â
âYou really are stupid,â he scoffed, but there was a flush forming in his face as he realized just how overboard he was going for this one little thing. Something he'd never asked for before. But the thought was eating away at him, the hope was clawing out of his body. Bashfully, he looked down at the floor, âTell me that you love meâŚand that you'll miss me while I'm gone.â
Your tears were dried quickly and you slowed your labored breathing. A bit of anger was bubbling in the pit of your stomach, anger at the fact that was going to punish you over something so miniscule, anger you hadn't felt towards him since the very beginning of this all. Since the day he told you that you were going to be his wife, but it wasn't a question, it was an order. Your very first order.
âI love you, my lord. I'll miss you so very much while you're gone,â you wondered if he wanted a performance. You did your best to make the words sound genuine, despite the way you detested him and his finicky personality.
âDo you mean that?â He asked, his voice sounding almost hopeful. In his heart of hearts he knew it wasn't true, but that didn't stop the excitement from growing.
âOf course, my Lord,â you lied. It was a good lie though, seeing as it earned you a subtle smile upon his lips.
âI'll bring you back a gift from Mondstadt, for being so good recentlyâ he whispered while lightly patting your head. But the enticing idea of a gift wasn't even enough to pull you from your fear. You'd dodged a bullet, but there were more to come.
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áËâďštake your time. âš
cw: virgin reader, gn!reader, don't even ask me what dimension this miguel is from. miguel being a good partner, unintentional teasing, reader is just shy! an: first miguel fic! woo!!! totally dedicated to @buttress atp
You still can't look at him.
-
You've been dating Miguel for months at this point. You're not moved in together (yet), but see each other as often as possible, spending nights in his apartment, folded under his arm and leg tucked between his.
He's very familiar with you, perhaps more so than you are him. Knows what you look like when you're positively elated, seen those so hard smiles that afterward you're complaining your cheeks hurt.Â
He's seen utter devastation, too. You'd mourned the loss of your dear departed cat in his arms, sobbing and snotty and cloyingly tender. Must've cried all the water out of your body that day, soaked the whole front of his shirt (the one time he chose to wear white) before dying off into the most pitiful whine. You'd grown too small to support yourself.
So he helped. Reassured you gently with the strokes of his hand along your back, getting you water, making sure you ate, spending the night at your house âŚ
And you two have been dating for a while now. You've seen his highs and lows too.
Hardly this kind of low though.Â
-
He's seen you naked before. Not enough for this lifetime, but definitely on more than one occasion.Â
You're still so bashful.
When he joins you in the shower you can barely meet his eye, washing the front of his chest tentatively while he gently massages shampoo into your hair.
You get flustered when he catches you changing, covering your chest with your shorts and risking a friction burn with how fast you force your jeans past your thighs.Â
Your affections usually stop at kissing. It's clear to him you're interested, but you always seem unsure to start. You're a little self conscious, nervous about the space between you two - and right when it starts feeling better than just good, you pull away.Â
It's kind of like edging, bordering on torture, but Miguel knows how to be patient.Â
Eventually, you come back to him.
-
Before he found himself two fingers deep in you, you had ask him to fuck you once before.Â
Almost verbatim.
"Fuck me."
and, regardless of the fact that his cock jumps a little as you whisper it so close to his lips,Â
It sounds so strange falling from your lips like that. Abrupt and sudden like a clap of thunder in the dead of night, and his eyebrows shoot up - as quick as residual lightning.
Maybe the look on his face was what faltered you. The way his pupils constrict then dilate like he's really looking at you, into your depth, and probing for your intention with a breathy, "You sure?"Â
And you nod, a little slow.
"Y-yeah. Certain."Â Miguel arches his brow skeptically, lips quirking into a half-smirk as he turns his body to face you, his head leaning to the side as he looks you up and down slow enough to make you second guess. "Of course, CariĂąo - as you wish." And admittedly he's a little cruel, enjoys the way you curl in on yourself, imagines the heat burrowing into the apples of your cheeks, watching your breath catch in your chest as you stare him down. The moment lingers.
"Show me then."Â He props his arm onto the couch as his posture relaxes, his expression no greater than his polite smile, which still feels goading, in a way. "Show me how badly you want me to fuck you."Â
He knows right away you got a little too facey. You're a shih tzu glaring down a rottweiler and you've forgotten how to bark. It always gets caught up in you, desire tangled up in a net of worry, doubt. Can see it in your eyes, the way your lip dips down before you tuck it beneath a tooth, the aura of your gaze becoming more shadowed, more sensual.
"I'll⌠I'll show you."
"Mhm. 'Course you will."Â
Your finger hops up a little. You don't know where to put your hands so his thighs serve as a placeholder as you push yourself into his lap, the supple flesh of your lips meeting his, and,
 ooh, his chapstick is lemon flavored.
Your kiss is so dear to him. It's dainty, lightens his heart because you're too shy for tongue kisses at first.Â
Or maybe you just don't know how. Still,
You slowly build yourself up to it that night.
Cautiously, your mouth parts a little more, ushered into a new sensation as your tongue maps out the roof of his mouth, the ridges of his teeth, slowly feeling him rise to the occasion, raising your chin and humming pleasantly into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut, your arms coming up to wrap around the back of a pleasantly surprised Miguel's neck, and he moves to settle you in his lap.
Miguel's skin feels smooth to the touch.
Heâs moved you to the bedroom, urged you to wrap your legs around his hips as he took the liberty of digging his fingers into your soft ass, irritatingly thin shorts keeping him from getting to feel you for real. You're convincing him well enough so far, your skin rippling hot wrought iron left in the sun, and the burn on his skin is delicious - so when he's ready to eat,
When he's spreading you out on the bed and has your shorts around your thighs,
He notices you're not looking. Your breaths are shaky and fast, eyes welded shut, cheek turned and smushing into your pillow. You're still apart from the light tremble in your thighs, your legs dangling over the side of the bed as he adjusts his position on his knees, face partially curtained by your thighs as his arms curl up under them to tug your sex closer to his waiting lips.
"Ay." He gives your leg a healthy shake, jolting you out of your stupor. "Still want me to fuck you?" There's amusement bleeding into him again, but his eye is measured, patient. You blink an eye open, look down at him, his head between your legs,
The predatory, slow lick of his lips makes your hair stand on end, and you buck up, propping yourself up on shaky elbows. âMiguelâŚâÂ
âHm?â He breathes so close to you that blood doesnât know where to rush, to your head or between your legs. The dull throb of arousal that lances through you excites and terrifies, a nervous whine wheedling its way from between your lips, makes MIguel stop again. He feels your knees shake a little, still only one eye open.Â
On the inside, budding frustration. There are two wolves - the desire to be cool, calm, and reassuring clashes with its twin, the overwhelming desire to have what he wants and do as he pleases. He sighs, and represses the second urge.
âWe donât have to do this if you donât want.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âYes, really.â You breathe in good for once, a relieved sigh as he pulls your underwear back up and pats your thigh, maintaining a pleasant expression while on the inside the mourns what should have been, imagines the feeling of you stretched around his cock - the tightness of your warmth, fucking in and out of you and hearing you squeal as he rolls his hips, adjusts his pace.
Tucks his fantasy away till it's only remnant is the hard-on he's trying to will away as you beckon him to join you under the sheets.
But heâs patient above all. Joins you on the bed and holds you close, burrowing his head into your shoulder as your wrap your arms around his back,Â
And he leaves it alone.
-
'Could blue balls kill a man?'
He's not proud of his Google search history -
But it's been a couple weeks since he managed to get that far with you, and his hand hasn't been cutting it for a while now. And Miguel can sure as hell pretend he's not feeling as carnal as he is - that the chip on his shoulder is his increasing responsibility at Alchemax, the diminishing of his free time, lack of sleep âŚ
But he feels no rage more potent than after he's came into his hand for the 5th time in two days, holding a shirt or a pair of your underwear up to his nose and huffing like it's paint. He's never been a junkie, but sometimes he's shaking he's so mad, that there's not more of you, enough of you, none of the soft, real parts of you.
And it's not your fault. You'll be ready when you're ready, and he just has to accept he might not make it to see that day.
But fast forward to right before bed that night. Yellow lampshade that turns the warm light dim, moonlight pressing through murky clouds and filtering into the window above the bed you two share.Â
You still take showers together, but now you linger behind to wash properly while he settles into his normal routine, playing with his balls and turning his head into your pillow.Â
He sighs to the sound of the creaking door, dripping water falling softly to the floor as you, towel wrapped around your naked body, step closer toward the bed.
You move from the front of the room, to the foot of the bed, til you're hovering over his side of the bed, this look in your eye like you've made up your mind about something. "What?" He flicks his head up, drowsy but not yet asleep.
"I think m'ready." Miguel blinks the tired out of his eyes and looks up, confused.
"What? Whaddaya mean you're ready?"Â
"I mean," the towel falls, and he sees your bare body - your skin still dewy from your shower, glistening in the light. "I'm ready to fuck you. For real this time."
"Oh? So you're fucking me now?" He sizes you up a second, before you're crawling over him, straddling his hips as your bare intimates are flush against his groin, your butt pressing softly into his cock as he gets a half chub, not wanting to fully commit yet, but you're not letting up âŚ
And that's how he got here. Two crooked fingers deep, up to the second knuckle, scissoring your hole open and hearing all these new noises - ones he's never had the chance to hear until now. You're accepting of his touch, but seem unwilling to fully express how bad he's got you - your wrist folded over your mouth, every moan sludging itself in your throat because you won't let it be free. You won't let him hear it.
Your backâs on the bed and heâs laying on his side next to you, over top of you, and he has the perfect view of your cute face and ditzy expression, your eyes pinched shut as you mutter something behind your hand, cut short as he curves his finger inside. âMiguel!â
âWhat is it querido? Iâm a little busy hereâŚâ Two fingers deep and youâre not as resistant as heâs expecting, so he feeds you a third promptly and it does not go unmissed how you clamp down on him tighter, your shuddering groan so lewd it almost beats the rational thought of preparing you out of his head.Â
The only thing keeping him from mounting you then and there is your inexperience. Laid bare for him in this moment, he rubs his erection against your side brazenly, distinctly unashamed with letting you know how badly he wants you.
âHave you been touching yourself, carino? Youâve been preparing yourself for me?â You inhale shakily, and Miguel slows his pace so you don't have an excuse, any reason to not answer. You're so adorable when you're embarrassed. A little wetness in your eye, and usually you get all pouty like you might cry,
But he's doing something alien to you, pressing up into your sensitive walls, eliciting a brand new reaction he's sure he quite likes.Â
You sniffle and answer slow. "A little⌠I was j-just practicing!" Your voice pitches up again, and instead of making his way further in, or adding a fourth finger, he stops.Â
So abruptly you whine, arch your back in irritation and only then do you look at him, see the shadows that have settled over his face,
and isn't he feeling a might slick, having reduced you to jerking limbs and whimpering and moaning in what felt like a few minutes, though he doesn't have it in him to feel smug.Â
Just hungry.Â
"...Miguel." Barely a whisper. Only because it's you does he hear it. "Be gentle with me, please."
"Yeah." The single syllable is drawn out, curving into a growl, husky and deep unlike any noise a man ought to make. "Right. Gentle."
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Your Little Handâs Wrapped Around My Finger
Summary: Based on this ask - you and Azriel present your new babe to the rest of the inner circle, with a surprise for Cassian.
Authorâs note: Cassian is a male who is very aware of his emotions and lets them out
The inner circle was buzzing with excitement as they sat in your living room.
Your labor had no hold-ups, however it had been long and exhausting, and afterwards Azriel insisted on making you rest before seeing the rest of your family.
They all had been so concerned, but their worries eased when Azriel had sent Rhys a mental message saying:
Everythingâs fine. Theyâre both doing well. Just tired. Weâll let you know when you can come visit.
The two of you had kept the sex of the babe a well-kept secret between you two, wanting to enjoy everyoneâs surprise and amazement.
Rhysand had been going out of his mind with worry for his sister, but he knew Azriel would never lie to him about how you were.
Feyre and Rhysand helped you out of bed, her surprisingly strong arms holding you upright as they helped you to the couch. Rhys propped some pillows behind you, sitting on the arm of the couch next to you, and you leaned into his side, having missed him in the past few days. Everyone else began asking their own questions -
How are you?
Howâs the babe?
Howâs Az?
You try to answer their questions the best you can. âWeâre all okay, rattled with nerves and weâre very tired, but weâre all happy. We have a very happy and healthy babe.â
Right on cue your mate comes into the room, your tiny babe bundled in a black blanket littered with stars.
Mor begins cooing and everyone else moves to crowd around, but Cassian sidesteps the crowd and comes over to sit next to you, putting his arm around you. He nuzzles his head on top of your own as he squeezes lightly.
âProud of you, kid.â
You smile, âCassian, donât you want to see the babe?â
He looks at you, his eyes a little glossy with tears. âAfter Feyreâs uh, after Nyx, and youâre only half-Illyrian, and I was⌠I was worried Iâd lose you.â
You start crying, hormones making it unbearable to see anyone else cry, sobs racking your body as you wrap your arms around Cassian and cry into his shoulder.
Everyone turns to the two of you, and Rhys says, âCassian couldnât make it five minutes without making her cry.â
You feel Cassian crying into your shoulder, causing you to sob out, âeverything went well - Iâm sorry I scared you!â
Cassian pulls away, looking towards the ceiling to dry his eyes. You realize that during yours and Cassianâs sob show everyone got to hold your babe, so you turn to Cassian, urging Az over.
âCassian, do you want to hold our babe?â
He nods, a smile taking over his face.
Azriel gently places the babe in his brotherâs arms, and Cassian canât stop the tear that leaks out onto the babeâs face.
A head full of onyx hair, tiny eyes that are closed, and a nose that looks just like yours. He moves the blanket a little and peers at the tiny little wings adorning the babeâs back.
âItâs a girl,â you tell him, and Feyre and Mor melt into each other as they both coo, âa girl!â
âWhatâs her name?â Rhys asks, taking his place on your other side again.
âWe wanted to give her a great name. A name to give her strength and to let her know how loved she is.â
You look at Cassian, his eyes fixated on the babe in his arms, âher nameâs Cassie.â
Cassian looks over to you, then inhales sharply, âare you sure?â You nod, and Cassian looks back up to the ceiling to keep the tears from falling. He squeezes his namesake, holding her to his chest.
âCassie,â he says, looking at her. âShe looks just like her dad.â His fingers brush her little cheeks, and she reaches up, wrapping a tiny hand around his finger.
He closes his eyes, a few tears falling onto her blanket.
It was no secret how much Cassian loved you and Azriel - he cried several times in the lead up to your mating ceremony, sobbed through the ceremony itself, but somehow pulled himself together enough to give a speech that left everyone else crying.
No one laughs or makes a joke about Cassianâs emotional display. They all knew what this moment meant for him, the male who was practically bouncing off the walls waiting for you two to let him come meet his niece.
Rhysand looks at you, pride in his eyes as he says, âI canât believe you named her after him - your brother is right here!â
âWell,â you say, looking at Azriel. He nods, letting you tell them, âwe have named you and Feyre as her godparents, and I didnât like the way Rhysanda sounded.â
Everyone laughs, and Rhysand leans over to give you a kiss on your temple, but Cassian doesnât even pay attention, his eyes on the tiny babe in his arms. She was comically small, nestled into his massive chest.
His thoughts linger on his brother, about the atrocities he faced at such a young age, how Azriel deserved this happiness.
And how, despite all odds, he was able to find it.
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I bet Aemond wants you to just sit on his face for hours after a long day đ
Oh youâre so right anon, so right. Iâm gonna talk a little bit about how I think this would first come about, but this is so good and Iâd love to hear more thoughts or expand on it more :))
NSFW sub!aemond x reader content below the cut!
So firstly, as we all know: Aemond LOVES to give you head. He loves it. He loves it more than receiving head actually.
The first time he tries this, itâs a few days before youâre actually supposed to marry him. He tries to remain all respectful and honourable but youâve been calling him pretty for the last week and telling him stories about your family and giving him more positive attention than heâs had in the last 20 years of his life combined so heâs kinda losing his mind.
I think youâd give him a handjob first? You donât go to his chambers intending on doing that, but you end up kissing on his lap and heâs whining into your mouth and trying so so hard to restrain himself and not do something heâll regret.
And well, youâre over it. Your soon to be husband is a whining mess underneath you and you want to make him feel good.
So, after a very intense and honestly really quick handjob that ends with Aemond sobbing out your name and burying his face in your shoulder, leaning against you and trying to recover cause heâd never come so hard in his life.
Once able to form full sentences, he starts to realise he hasnât reciprocated at all. But he also doesnât really know what to do? Cause yeah sure he lost his virginity to that brothel worker (which, by the way, I have many many thoughts on this because I am convinced this completely fucked him up for years afterwards), but that is no help whatsoever and that only makes him feel bad.
Heâs blushing so hard and his hands are shaking and he kinda just looks up at you cause he doesnât know what to do and but he knows he wants to do something.
You ask if heâs ever eaten a woman out before, and he shakes his head, blushing and admitting that he has no idea how to do that.
You remove your bottoms and tell him to lay flat on his stomach between your legs and slowly instruct him on what to do. Heâs very nervous and VERY light in his touches at first because heâs so scared to hurt you but from the moment he got the first moan out of you, he was obsessed. Itâs his new favourite past time. He eats you out every single day before the wedding, he canât get enough of it.
The first time the face sitting happens is actually a few weeks later, once youâve been married for a while and the tradition of Aemond eating you out after a stressful day has been long established.
This time though, he seems unsettled? Maybe something his mother or brother said really got under his skin and as much as heâs loving what heâs doing to you, itâs like itâs not enough? Heâs moving a lot more than usual, gripping your thighs and hips harder too.
Eventually you tug at the hair on the bottom of his head to make him look up, and heâs immediately trying to duck down again. You try to ask him whatâs wrong and he kinda just says âcloserâ and you have to figure out what the fuck that means.
You know that Aemond often really enjoys being held down. He doesnât like bondage because that makes him feel too vulnerable but heâs a big fan of when you hold him down and he LOVES when you lay directly on top of him, the deep pressure is so nice for him.
You realise heâs acting similarly to how he does when he wants that, and so you offer it to him but he shakes his head because he doesnât want to stop what heâs doing.
So you think fuck it, and tell him to lay on his back and let you sit on his face. You honestly arenât even sure if heâd like that idea but immediately heâs sitting up and moving.
You try to hover above him, not wanting to suffocate him but nope. You must SIT. He will pull you down with zero care for his own need for oxygen.
And he loved it, it was every single thing he needed. He could still eat you out but he was being made to feel so protected and held down and he loves it.
So in conclusion, new favourite position unlocked.
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ⳠIndex [Day 07 - Picnic Sex]
Pairing:Â Soft Dom!Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU
Kinks:Â public sex on a meadow, drunk sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, praise kink, good girl kink, sensory play where he makes her guess with what he is touching her, vaginal penetrative sex in missionary, use of a condom, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), giggly and cuddly aftercare, Yoongi is a cute menace when he is tipsy
Wordcount:Â 4.6k
a/n: i missed this couple so much!!! holy moly iâm sobbing in the club, theyâre the cutest!! goodness :( thank you for requesting this, iâm in love with them <3
Yoongi has been gazing for more than ten minutes. His lips are curled into a constant, soft smile and his eyes sparkle adoringly. He also has his head tilted to the side slightly, kicking his feet mindlessly. He doesnât know that he is gazing, but you finally notice after coming down from your wine induced monologue about tea.Â
You swallow down the flutter of your heart, cheeks heating up under his gaze.Â
âSorry, I was talking a lot.â
He shakes his head, smiling drunkenly and fluttering his lashes, âyou werenâtâ, he says softly.
âI just think tea is so neat.â
âI know you do. It is.âÂ
A shy giggle slips from you, shoulders lifting to your ears.
âStop looking at me like that.â
âLike what?â
âJust so dreamily. It makes me shy.â
Yoongi chuckles and scoots closer. His chest brushes the side of your arm and he has his hand propped up on the picnic blanket behind your butt. Like this, you can smell his sweet breath and practically feel his kiss.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, I canât help itâ, he whispers and brushes the back of his hand down your cheek as gently as possible. âI love listening to you. Everything you say is so wonderful.âÂ
âAre you drunk?âÂ
His flushed cheeks and droopy eyes should be answer enough.Â
âMaybe a little.â He drops his cheek on your shoulder, peeking up at you through his lashes. âThe wine is so good and the food was amazing and you are beautiful and this date is perfectâ, he gushes as his fingers trace your stomach and thighs mindlessly.
You giggle, nudging him with your nose. You learned from dating Yoongi that he becomes very cute when he is drunk. He gets clingy and touchy and his loosened tongue canât stop saying the sappiest stuff. He also giggles constantly and gets such a cute blush on his cheeks. You already think that he is cute on normal days, but when he is drunk, you could smooch him constantly because of how adorable he is.Â
Yoongi sighs dreamily and kisses your shoulder, straightening up afterwards. He currently has ginger hair, which reflects the autumn sun in shades of orange. You lovingly like to call him your tangerine because of it.
âClose your eyesâ, he says and because you trust him, you do. You know that if he asks something like this, the outcome will be nice for you. You stay seated for a while, enjoying the silence of the moment.Â
You and Yoongi went on a picnic date on the meadow today. It was a sunny, warm autumnâs day and you felt like getting out of your houses. So you met up on your bicycles with homemade food in your baskets and your pets next to it, ready to drive down into the valley for a nice date. Levi and Holly are napping together in the grass just a little to your right, the food has been finished already and the bottle of wine, Yoongi brought, is half empty. Which explains why you and he keep giggling and snickering. You are both just tipsy enough that the current moment is so, so exciting and nice.
Yoongi still hasnât acted on whatever he was planning to do.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask him, snickering. âDid you leave?â
âNo. Guess what Iâm usingâ, he says and a second later you feel something light tickle your face.
You giggle, chasing the sensation. He starts off at your temple, guiding it over your cheek and down your neck until he traces your exposed collarbones. You are wearing an autumn sundress today, which reveals your collarbones and cleavage.Â
The sensation stops, the ghost of its touch remains on your skin in tingles.
âWhat was that?â he asks.Â
âSomething that tickled, mhm, maybe a feather?â
âNo, try again.â The sensation begins anew, sending shivers down your back. It makes your heart flutter in giddiness.
Stop. It is time for you to guess.Â
âIs it grass?âÂ
âYay, you did it.â
You open your eyes, inspecting the blade of grass between his fingers. He picked the flower for it, which explains why it felt so feathery on your skin.Â
A drunken snicker leaves you and you draw closer to him.
âThis was fun. I wanna try again.â
âOkay, Iâll give you more.âÂ
You close your eyes, waiting impatiently for his next touch. Something soft like fabric. He dances it from your temples down to your collarbones.
You smile, turning your head to where you think his face should be.
âThatâs your jumper.â
âMhm, which part?â The sensation starts anew. He is so gentle as he guides it over your skin. It feels so good.
âYour sleeve? Maybe?â
âCorrect.â
You open your eyes, meeting his adoring gaze. He lets out a soft chuckle and pokes your nose with his own, rubbing the tip against yours afterwards. You close your eyes halfway, reciprocating the affection.Â
âOne more, please?âÂ
âOkay, one more. Close your eyes.â
You obey, skin tingling in anticipation. The touch is chaste, tickling your skin.
âAre you fluttering your lashes against my cheek?â you ask in a snicker.
âYeahâ, he laughs.
âOh god, youâre silly.â
He chuckles and kisses your cheek, dancing his lips to your ear afterwards to whisper. You shiver like crazy at the feeling of it, sighing quietly.
âTwo more guesses, okay?âÂ
âYeah okayâŚâ
The next object is obvious to you with the very first touch.
âYour fingertip!â
âMhm, correctâ, he whispers, dancing it down to your collarbone to trace it.Â
You open your eyes halfway. He is breathing a little heavier than before.
âWhatâs the last one?â you ask him, breathing heavier as well.
âClose your eyes and guess.â
âOkay.â
You can hear him shimmy closer to you and then you feel it. His lips on your neck, kissing the most sensitive spot.
You tilt your head back, parting your lips in a surprised moan.
Yoongi purrs, sucking on your skin gently before he lifts his lips. You open your eyes, looking at his pouty lips.
âAnd?â he asks.
âYour lipsâ, you sigh, gazing dreamily.
âCorrect, you did so well.â
âHahâ, you let out, eyes practically lost in the view of his lips.
Yoongi, who notices and feels tingly because of it, speaks softly. He traces your thigh with his fingertips as he does, gazing at your neck.
âWanna have a reward?â
âA reward?â
âMhm, itâll feel goodâ, he says, ghosting his lips over your neck without touching it.
âAhâ, you let out, chasing him.
âIs this a yes?â
âYeah, please.â
He climbs atop of you, laying you down on the blanket as he does it.Â
You allow him happily, exposing your neck to him so he could keep kissing you. He claims the opportunity happily, showering you in kisses and careful touches. By now, it is an unspoken shared feeling by both that this is turning you on. It was sweet at first, but sweetness sometimes tastes too addicting not to crave more of it. The day is so nice, the date so romantic and you have been sharing such nice intimacy on your little, comfortable blanket. You are also giddily drunk and stupidly in love with each other. It was bound to happen that all of these feel good emotions escalate.Â
Yoongi still lifts his lips to ask, hands on an innocent place.
âI know you already said yes, but is it really okay for me to touch you?â
âYes, is it okay for you too?â
âYes, more than okay, my darling.â He kisses your jawline once. âJust tell me to stop if it gets too much, okay?â
âYes okay. You too, yeah?âÂ
âMhm, yeah.â
He lowers his lips, planning not to lift them again for quite a while. You fall into the sensation with a sigh, melting like a drop of chocolate in the sun. Â
He kisses every inch of your neck and jawline, even giving you soft bites because he knows that you love the sensation. His lips brush against your ears as well, allowing quiet moans to reach them and with it, make you shiver. It is so hot to feel his moans like this, it will always excite you.
Yoongi of course knows that and he will use every card against you to get you as turned on as possible. He loves turning you on, especially when you look as pretty as you do today.
âI love this dress on you, I love it so muchâ, he breathes, rubbing his palms over the soft fabric while his lips are tasting your collarbones.
âThank youâ, you sigh, wiggling your feet. He always makes you feel so beautiful.Â
âI love the colour and the fit and the fabric. You make this dress look so beautiful, my darlingâ, he continues, right hand sliding to your waist to trace it. The dress is a little tighter around your waist, giving it a synched look. It also makes his touch feel like electricity on your skin, forcing your back to arch off the blanket.
Yoongi purrs, kissing a path down your chest until he reaches your cleavage. The position and gravity naturally makes your breasts lay flatter than as if you were standing up, but Yoongi still buries his face in them. He makes a funny noise as he does, eliciting a loud cackle from you. You ruffle his hair instantly, chest tingling in happiness.Â
âYouâre so stupidâ, you laugh.Â
âI had to do this. I love your titsâ, he mumbles, voice playful and happy.Â
âIf you say so.âÂ
âMhm, I do.â He gathers them in his hands and massages them gently. âI really do.âÂ
âWow YoongiâŚthis isâŚso niceâŚâ you sigh, arching into his touch.
âIt is. So niceâ, he breathes, placing loving kisses on your clothed breasts before moving lower.Â
By now, you are practically panting in excitement, body shuddering each time he touches a new spot. He has both hands on your sides, holding you safely as his lips kiss a path down your clothed stomach.
Soon every inch of it is kissed as well and Yoongi straightens up. You open your eyes, meeting his adoring gaze. His cheeks are pinker than before.Â
You prop your feet up on the blanket and open your legs. Yoongiâs eyes widen, he does a sneaky double take before gawking at your face in shock.Â
âPleaseâ, you beg.
âA-are you sure?â
âYes. You?â
âWhat? Of course I am, you donât gotta ask. You know me, I could live between your legsâ, he says and lies down on his stomach, burying his face in your inner thigh to munch on it playfully.
You giggle and whine, writhing deliciously at the sensation. He is kissing and sucking your skin, leaving the softest of bites as well. They donât hurt at all, theyâre a soft graze with his teeth before his tender lips replace them. The sensation is so tingly that you could honestly scream. He riles you up so much.
Soon, you cannot take the teasing anymore and you reach down to rake your fingers through his locks.
âDonât tease please.â
âIâm not, youâre just impatient.â
You chuckle, heart fluttering. You love when he bickers with you. He is such a cutie. A cutie who currently takes off your panties, making you heave in excitement. You help him slip them off your legs, then prop them up again as wide apart as possible.
Yoongi chuckles because of your eagerness, running his palms down your inner thighs.
âYouâre beautiful, darlingâ, he says, meaning your pussy.
âYoongi, youâre still teasingâ, you whine.
âYeah, thatâs right. I was teasing right now.â
âGod, I canât stand youâ, you laugh, ruffling his hair.
Yoongi smiles, lowering himself like this. He purrs, kissing your pussy to get her used to him. Your laughter stops, a loud gasp replaces it.
âMhm, so softâ, he lulls, wrapping his lips around your clit to give it a gentle suck.
âOh.â Your hips flinch up. âWow.â They drop again, legs twitching aggressively.
Yoongi lets go of you and finally darts out his tongue, guiding it through your folds to part them. You are already a little wet, making him purr in contentment. He loves your taste and your scent. He runs his hands to your hips, holding them safely. One squeeze for good measures.
âDonât stop pleaseâ, you sigh, feeling more and more turned on. He is still gentle right now, going slow. It is so nice to be worked up this way.
Sometimes Yoongi gets really hungry for your pussy and he goes down on you sloppily and quickly. It overstimulates you within seconds, forcing you to yelp up and orgasm after just a few licks. He is very cocky whenever that happens because of how quickly he can make you climax. And you love these moments, theyâre so sexy to you.
You canât lie however and you have to admit that you really, really love when he is being gentle with you. The pleasure goes so much deeper and builds up so much more. The fact that he is capable of doing both is also very arousing to you.
âYouâre so goodâ, you praise, voice breathy.
âMhhmâ, he purrs into you, guiding his wet tongue through your folds until he has your clit under it. He slides his left hand from your hips, using two of his fingers to part you and therefore expose more of your clit. Like this, he circles his tongue around it, careful not to grace it directly but instead make the area around it sensitive.
âGod this is tortureâ, you both whine and chuckle, closing your legs on him slightly.
âMh-hm, is goodâ, he lulls, pushing your legs apart with one hand. His tongue continues its teasing rounds while his right hand rubs your inner thigh. He purrs and does the unthinkable thing of dancing his tongue down to your entrance instead.
You throb around nothing, chasing him in a weak roll of your hips and cursing under your breath. If you werenât already dizzy from the wine, you are definitely dizzy now that he teases you so much.
Yoongi listens to your needy curses, feeling really dizzy himself. You taste stronger than you did before, a sure sign that he managed to get you wetter. Yoongi laps it up deliciously, eyes closed and button nose buried between your soft folds. He loves when he gets messy from your pussy, burying his nose deeper while his tongue teases your entrance.
âPlease, this is tortureâ, you let out in a whine, scratching his scalp softly but needily at the same time.
âWhat do you need?â he dares to ask as if he wasnât teasing you on purpose. Gosh, he is such a menace when he is drunk and therefore playful.
âMore, I canât take the teasing please.â
âAgain, youâre just impatient.â
âMin Yoongiâ, you warn, lifting your head just enough that you can make eye contact with him. His eyes sparkle boyishly, his cheeks are flushed. He is also kicking his feet giddily.
âOkay, okay fineâ, he laughs, âI give up. Do you want my fingers, mhm?â
âYes please, two of them please.â
âOkay, Iâm only doing this because youâre impatient.â
You drop your head with an exasperated groan, mumbling a quiet âyouâre so annoying.â
He chuckles and puts the pads of his middle and ring finger against your entrance. He spits on them so the slip would be easier then finally applies pressure. You take him in greedily, walls practically sucking him in.
âYes, god yesâ, you moan, thrusting your hips ecstatically.
âSlipped right inâ, he croaks, feeling his cock throb in his pants. He didnât expect you to take him so easily nor to be so wet inside for that matter and itâs really affecting him. Once entirely inside, he begins moving, pumping his long digits in and out your soft walls.
âThis feel so goodâ, you moan, fingers closing around his left hand.
âIt does. Fuck darling, youâreâŚâ he trails off, deciding to let his tongue do the talking another way. He presses it against your clit, licking it eagerly while his fingers fuck you slowly and deeply.
âYes this, yes this, yes this, please thisâ, you chant, body beginning to writhe in pleasure. You always like to whine when he is teasing you, but it is always so worth it. Now that he finally pleasures your favourite spots, it makes you literally float on cloud nine. The warmth is so deep, so constant, so good. The slight intoxicated buzz of the wine makes it even more intense.
âThis please, this please, this, this, ah thisâŚâ
Yoongi moans into you, grinding his cock into the ground. He is so turned on, head fuzzy and body running on nothing but you. He wanted to make you feel good ever since you went on your monologue about tea. He loves listening to you so much, everything you say is so interesting to him and you look so cute when your eyes are glowing from intoxication that Yoongi knew he had to make you feel good ever since you began talking about tea. Witnessing you in such a state, tasting how wet you are, feeling how much you clench is everything his drunken heart needed. And he wants to do everything in his power to make you feel as good as possible. He curls his fingers each time they grace your g-spot, staying there for a few seconds to massage the tender spot. And each time he pleasures your insides, he focuses his licks on the most sensitive part of your clit. Judging by the noises you are producing, this is going to make you orgasm.
You never tell him that something is bringing you close because it then does the exact opposite for you. You somehow stress yourself out about orgasming and then stop being close. So you always stay quiet until you are literally in the middle of climaxing. Yoongi never thought that it was weird that you did that, instead he studied your reactions until he learned just from your noises and movements when something he does is bringing you close. Like this, you can enjoy yourself without stressing and Yoongi is having the best time. Yoongi loves doing this for you because he loves you and he loves making you feel good.
Today is no different. Yoongi keeps using his fingers and mouth on you while you get noisier and shakier with each touch and lick. He canât wait to have you climax, moaning with you as he brings you closer by the second.
Three more eager licks and with his fingers against your g-spot, and he breaks you.
âIâm cummingâ, you moan, already shaking out of control.
Yoongi growls into you, enjoying the tug you have on his hair as he helps you ride out your orgasm. You are also grinding your hips into his face instinctively, smothering him in your warmth. He is in heaven. He really is.
âOh, uh, ahâ, you let out once overstimulation sets in, fleeing him in flinches of your hips, âah, wait.â
Yoongi knows that you arenât a particular fan of intense overstimulation and so he slips his fingers free, kissing a path up your body.
âDamn this wasâŚokay phewâ, you get out, making him chuckle and nibble on your jawline.
âDid you like it?â he coos drunkenly.
âDid I like it? I loved it, oh my lord.â
He snickers, sucking your cheek into his mouth as if he was eating your face.
âNo, donât do thatâ, you whine, pushing him off gently.
âI canât help it. Youâre so cute that I wanna eat you.â
You whine, nudging his chest because he flusters you so much. Yoongi smiles, snuggling his nose into your cheek.
âDo you want more?â he asks.
âDo you want more?â you ask him.
âMaybe? My cockâs so hard.â
âOh godâ, you snicker, âpoor boy.â
âYeah, poor boy. God, I wanna fuck you so badâ, he says, grinding his hips into you.
âOhâ, you gasp, shuddering in reaction and gripping his back, âYoongi, holy fu-ah.â
âPlease ___ can I fuck you? Please?â
âYes, please do.â
He moans, kissing your cheek in gratefulness, âthank you, thank you, oh thank you.â
âJust do it, you drunk doofus youâ, you snicker, ruffling his hair.
âYeah, right.â He sits up and looks around. âWait, I need to figure this out. I donât wanna expose my buttâ, he says, making you laugh.
âI donât think anyone would seeâ, you say, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could get the condom from your bag as he undresses.
âI canât risk it. What if someone does? Then theyâll see my pale ass. Thatâs embarrassing. I wouldnât complain if I actually tanned, but I look like a ghost right now.â
âYou would still complain, come on nowâ, you cackle, making him chuckle.
âYou know me so well.â He finally managed to get his cock out of his pants without exposing his butt. âThere we go. That should workâ, he says.
âThatâs so sexy, baby. Here, condom.â
âThanks, darlingâ, he accepts it and opens it to roll it on.Â
You watch him, feeling so excited for what was to come. He gives his cock three jerks for good measures then lies himself over you.
âHey thereâ, you say, combing your fingers through his hair.
âHey thereâ, he says, leaning into your touch. He guides his cock to your pussy, grinding it through your folds. âMhm, so wet. Can I stick it in?â
You nod your head vigorously, âstick it in, please.â
âLook at me, yeah?âÂ
âMhm yeah.âÂ
Pressure on your entrance for just a second then he breaches you, cock sliding into you easily. You and he moan together, eyes getting lost in the otherâs.
âWow, this is so niceâ, you sigh.
âYeah, so niceâ, his voice is practically nothing but airy sounds. He is so far gone, giving up completely once he bottoms out. âFuckâ, he presses out, eyes rolling back and head dropping so his nose is nuzzled into your cheek.
âYouâre so deepâ, you croak.
âMh-hmâ, he whimpers, nodding his head. He shivers when you run your hand down his back so you could hold his hip.
âMove please.â
He fulfills your wish gladly, rolling his hips into you gently but deeply. He wants to stay inside you, feel you around every single inch of him. He is so happy when he is inside you, so happy.
You gasp and moan his name, head rolling to the side in defeat. He chases you, lips against your neck and eyes closed.
âFeels good?â
âYeah, feels good. Youâre so deep, ah Yoongi.â
âMhm so deep. Youâre taking me so well, baby.â
âYoongiâŚâ
âI love when you moan my name. Makes me wanna fuck you so good.â
You shiver from just his words, arching your back. Your clothed breasts rub against his clothed chest this way. He reaches down and caresses your back once before he pins you down onto the blanket gently, sliding his thumb to your clit.
âYoongiâ, you moan louder, clenching around him and scrunching your face.
âSo good, such a good girl. Keep moaning my nameâ, he lulls, turning your brain and limbs into goo. He is so sexy when he praises you. You didnât even know that you had such a huge praise kink until he did it one night and you literally melted.
âYoongiâŚâ
âThatâs it, thatâs my girl. Such a good girlâ, he praises, rewarding you with slightly harsher thrusts. He is still incredibly gentle, but there is strength behind them. Strength and skill, meant to make you see stars.
âYoongi!â you wail, arching your back.
He moans in reaction, twisting the blanket above your head. His cock throbs deep inside you, his stomach flutters. There is nothing that gets him off more than when you moan his name. He feels so good when you do and as if he could fucking do anything. Seriously, you give him such a boost of confidence when you act this way during sex that Yoongi feels almost unbearably cocky.
âDonât stop please.â
âPut your finger in my mouth.â
You open your eyes, âhuh?â
âMy mouth, put it inâ, he says, sticking his tongue out.
You follow his order, although confused. Yoongi takes your finger and licks it greedily, making you moan from the sensation.
âYouâre so hot, oh godâ, you mewl, throbbing around him.
He purrs and lets it slip out, ârub your clit with it. I need both arms to support myself. My shoulder hurts otherwise.â
âOh god, youâre so sexy. Yoongiâ, you moan, replacing his finger with yours.
âThere we go, good girlâ, he growls, slamming his elbow onto the ground next to your head and grabbing the blanket roughly. He angles his hips better, using the new support to pump into you sloppily.
âYoo-â, is all you get out before your tongue stops working and all you can make are the most primal of noises.
âYeah thatâs it, isnât it? You like that, donât you?â he taunts, sounding so sure of himself.
You nod your head vigorously, whimpering each time he buries his cock deep inside your walls.
âOf course you do. You are so beautiful when I fuck you. Shit, Iâm dizzy. Youâre driving me insane.â
âYoongi, youâŚcumâŚâ
âDonât hold back, Iâve got you baby, Iâve got you.â
âSayâŚitâŚpleaseâŚâ
He cradles your cheek, lowering his drunken voice seductively.
âCum for me, darling.â
âAh, Yoongi!â you break instantly, scratching up his back as you clasp him desperately.
âGood girl, cum for me, such a good girlâ, he talks you through it at first, but then you squeeze him so tightly that he feels lost as well, âyouâre making me cum too, ah ___.â
He drops his face into the crook of your neck, releasing into the condom a second later with a guttural growl. You scream his name in reaction, wrapping your limbs around him as tightly as possible. It forces his weakened body to drop on yours.
â___â, your name leaves him in a whimper, his arms cradle you against him as best as possible, âwow this was, wow.â
âYeah, so wowâ, you agree, melting under him. Itâs so nice to have his weight on you and to calm down in his arms.
âHow are you? Are you okay?â he asks.
âYeah, so okay. You?â
âI think my heart gave up. I nutted so hard.â
âGod youâ, you laugh loudly, âever since you have orange hair, youâre a menace.â
âMhm yeah probablyâ, he teases and gives your cheek a kiss for good measures before he has to sit up and slip out so the condom wouldnât fall into you. He rolls it off his cock and ties a knot, then wraps it up in a fresh napkin. He hands you your panties.
You sit up and put them on while he stuffs his cock back into his pants.
âI canât believe we just did that. Do you think someone saw us?â
âProbably not. The day is really quiet.â
âLetâs hope so. Oh my god ___, I canât believe we did that. Are we insane?â he says, suddenly shrinking shyly as he draws closer with a giggle. He even hides his face behind his hands, laughing with his shoulders.
âActually, youâre right. What were we thinking?â you agree, suddenly having to giggle shyly as well.
âThis is what happens when we drink wine. We have stupid ideas like that.â
You agree in snickers, falling around his neck in a tight hug. He hugs you back instantly, giggling into your neck.
âI love being with you, Yoongi baby.â
âI love being with you, ___ baby.â
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TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab, reader and keigo are married, reader is a civilian, this is post-war, toys (duh), forced orgasms, heavy overstimulation, dacryphilia, aftercare GENRE: smut SUMMARY: WORD COUNT: 702 đŚâs A/N: god im almost free sorry if this is shit idgaf anymore i need to take a BREAK im sorry this is short as fuck
     when your husband brought up wanting to try a couple toys in the bedroom, he had failed to neglect that you would end up like this!Â
     blindfolded and bound spread eagle to the bed, with an evil hitachi wand tied to your thigh with its vibrating head pressed snugly against your swollen, hypersensitive clit, having cum a minimum six times, and at this point, your cunt had gone numb three orgasms ago, yet it still hurt.
     heâd had the heart not to gag you, at leastâor maybe his perverted ass wanted to hear your pretty moans turned to choked sobs and wails of his name, begging him to come back, as you werenât sure if he was even in the room anymore.Â
     keigo, meanwhile, had been in the living room, finally doing some of the paperwork heâd been putting off, listening to the sound of your whimpering and whining from his spot on the couch and trying his best to ignore the painful erection in his sweatpants.Â
     glancing at the clock on his laptop, he sees it had been about an hour and a half since he had initially left you like this; so he figures he should head back to check in on your exhausted form.Â
     the sight he was greeted with was better than anything any porno could cook upâyour back arched off the bed as you tug and thrash against the ropes binding you in place, the magic wand heâd tied to your thigh still happily buzzing away against your sensitive cunt, your inner thighs and bedsheets beneath you drenched in sweat and cum.Â
     âawh, darlinââyou look so lovely,â he coos softly and your body tenses at the sound of his voice.
     âkeiâkeigo! youâyou bastard!â you cry, wrists tugging at the silken ropes holding them so tightly in place. âyouâ bitch! lâlet meâlet me go! please!âÂ
     youâre right on the precipice of another orgasm when he agrees; âokay, okayâdonât get your feathers all ruffled, dove.â (SIR?)Â
     moving to turn off the godforsaken vibrator, he tenderly unties it from your leg, taking his time to run his calloused hands over your quivering thighs as he whispers soft praises of how you did so well for him. shifting to take your blindfold off nextâwanting to see your tear streaked face before he untied youâyou whine impatiently as he gently undoes the knot keeping the cloth in place.Â
     âyouâre so pretty when you cry, baby,â he says quietly. ânow letâs get you cleaned up, okay?â he suggests, tenderly caressing your face and planting a quick peck to your lips.Â
     itâs only a few seconds after that heâs untying your wrists, then your ankles, and turning on one heel to start a warm bath for you, saying heâll be right back.
     about five minutes of heavy breathing and sporadic twitching later, keigo comes back to scoop you up and gently set you in the bathtub, grabbing a clean washcloth to dip into the water and start washing the sweat off your sticky skin. during the intimate process, he makes sure to ask you how you were feeling and that you knew he was sorry for just leaving you there.Â
     afterwards, he drys you off with a soft, fluffy towel and carries you to sit in the plush chair in your room as he changes the sheets in record time, simply discarding the used ones on the floor of the laundry room, a problem to be dealt with later.Â
     âyou feelinâ okay, sweetheart?â he asks sweetly, voice laced with genuine concern as he picks you back up and sets you on your side of the bed.
     ââll be okayâŚ. justâweâre not doing this again anytime soon,â you tell him, mind still hazy from having cum so many times.
     he chuckles quietly at your words and runs his hand through your hair before saying heâs gonna go and get you some water; when he comes back, heâs greeted by your lightly snoring, absolutely passed out form.Â
     âahâthat checks out, yeah,â he grins lightly at the sight and sets the water on your nightstand before crawling into bed to spoon you. âsleep well, dove,â he whispers into your ear, pressing a light kiss to your cheek.
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can you do a story where y/n is really sick (a cold)
and chris is loving and takes cares of her
SNUG AS A BUG
đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : chris x reader
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: youâve been fighting this terrible cold for about a week, and your boyfriend loves to take care of you.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: FLUFF, swearing, crying
đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 570
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đ§đ¨đđ: fun fact this is based off when i was sick and dying in like october LMAO it was the worst iâve ever felt.
hope you like it anon!
iâm feeling jolly today so i might post a smut later ;)
hereâs to day a million of being sick. realistically, itâs only been a week, but you still felt like shit.
the TV was playing your favorite show since youâve had enough free time to binge. it feels like youâve been glued to the couch forever.
tissues were scattered on the snack table next to you along with two empty bowls â one with soup from breakfast and one with ice cream. those are the only two things you can eat since your throat is killing you.
your parents have to work, so chris has been coming over to take care of you when theyâre not available.
the front door opens; you donât have the energy to look at who it is (even though you know)
âi got you your soup from wawa and some more water.â chris smiles sympathetically at you, placing the things on the table.
âthank you.â you hoarse out.
âhow are you feeling?â
âterrible.â
he pouts. âiâm going to go to your room for just a second. let me know if you need anything.â
you nod as he walks away, making his way up the staircase. however, he pauses midway when he hears your sniffles.
itâs not just congested sniffles. theyâre cry sniffles.
he snaps his head to you. you have the soup in your hands, but youâre not eating it. instead, youâre using the spoon to mix it.
he quickly goes back down the stairs to come rushing to you. âoh, no. none of that.â he takes his thumbs and wipes your tears, leaving his hands cupping your cheeks afterward.
âi donât want to be sick anymore.â you sob. his heart is breaking seeing you like this. he hates it when youâre upset. âmy h-head hurts so bad. a-and i feel so weak.â
âi know, iâm sorry.â he places your head into his stomach since heâs standing in front of you, and your tears start to wet his shirt. âjust keep taking the medicine the doctor gave you and youâll get better in no time.â
âi donât want the soup.â you cry. you tend to say nonsense when youâre this upset about something.
âthatâs okay.â he grabs it from your hands and places it with the other bowls. âwe can save it for later, alright?â
a chill runs up your spine. chris starts to take the blanket off of your body and before you can protest, he speaks. âletâs bring you to bed. itâs much more comfortable.â
he takes your hands in his and helps you off the couch, walking at your pace until youâre upstairs and into your room. you immediately head under the covers, plus two more blankets for your chills.
chris starts tucking you in with a goofy grin on his face, as if heâs a father tucking in his child. âfeel snug?â
you smile warmly. âas a bug.â
âiâm going to go get your medicine and water so you have them. iâll be right back.â
you yawn but nod as he leaves the room.
moments later chris returns, but you already passed out. he quietly makes his way into the room when he notices this, placing the items on your nightstand.
he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before kneeling to kiss you on the forehead. âi love you.â he whispers, backing out of the room and closing the door, leaving you to sleep for the rest of the afternoon.
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Feathers
Sukuna x Reader
Synopsis:Â Master Sukuna establishes a safe word with his favorite pet, to prevent hurting them again!
Word count:Â 0.8k
Tags/warnings: gn! reader, fluff, mentions of violence, hurt/comfort, mentions and implied nsfw
Authorâs note:Â Another in a compilation of drabbles with pet reader and Master Sukuna <3 This is basically a bunch of scenes I want to eventually incorporate into my bigger fic/series Reverence!
There was a time when soft moments with Sukuna scared you as much as they excited you. You were so used to rough handling and bruises that as little as gentle touch would come as a surprise. It was a completely new territory with no clearly set rules. So many times you'd hold your breath or avoid moving in fear of angering him. But Sukuna warmed up to you. Little by little he would silently expand the things he'd allow you to do without consequences. It started with you being forbidden from touching him at all. Then he'd let you feel him up during your nightly encounters, snuggle up to him afterwards, sleep in his bed... All the while mumbling vague threats and giving you scary looks. "Careful with your hands.", he'd say when you'd run them from his chest to his stomach, feeling his muscles and stumbling upon his belly mouth. You pulled your hand back and opened your mouth to apologize. But he just gave you a look you couldn't read and put your hand back to his belly.
With time you've come to understand that there were some things Sukuna would never say out loud. "Keep caressing me", was one of them. "Sorry", was another. And a big one.
Sukuna was violent, it was simply in his nature. He's pushed your bounds before, he enjoyed it, but he wanted to see how far he can take things too. Naturally, slip ups happened. Hell, the first time you remember him ever being nice to you was one night when he roughed you up particularly bad. He would always leave to get dressed or refreshed, and expect you to be gone by the time he's back. But this time, you were still there, with your head in the pillow, muffling sobs.
Your heart nearly stopped when you felt the mattress dip with his weight by your side, thinking finally you have met your end. You didn't expect him to gently brush sweaty strands of hair out of your face, and look at you with brows furrowed in confusion.
"Why are you crying?", he asked, and you thought that he was mocking you. He's never shown you kindness, beyond providing you with bare necessities in life. So why would he be concerned with you now?
"H-hurts...", you say quietly, and try your best to stop sobbing. You spend so much time keeping Sukuna company at his throne. You know how quickly (and brutally) he deals with people who annoy him. You were so sure you were going to share their fate. Any second now, you thought as you squeezed your eyes shut.
"Where?", he asked. When you opened your eyes, he looked as docile as you'd ever seen him. And then his hand was in your face, and the back of his finger brushed your tears away. You blinked at him a couple times just to make sure you were processing the situation right. Then you shuffled around to touch the places that ached on your body.
And on his side, Sukuna was quite shocked to see how untrusting you were of him. For once he thought that he striked too much fear into you. Or maybe he was just under the impression, because his most obedient pet was crying. Either way, his hand followed yours, light against your sensitive skin. Careful not to cause any more pain for the night. You were stiff under his fingertips at first, still anticipating violence, but slowly relaxed as you felt the pain subside.
"There.", he says, instead of "Sorry". But he felt sorry.
The next time he brings you to his chambers, he stops you in front of the bed. "Pick a word. Any word.". You stop and think, not knowing where he's going with this.
"Feathers.", you say. Angels. His hands on your waist urge you to turn around, facing your back to him. He brushes your hair over your shoulder and kisses you, from the back of your ear trailing down. Your hand meets his and you think you'll melt into him. You've never experienced such tenderness, and to know it's coming from him...
"Only use it when you can't take it anymore. I'll stop.", he whispers against your skin. And just as you thought of how suspiciously nice he was starting to sound..."I wouldn't want to break my favorite toy".
Then he nudges you onto the bed and joins you. You don't have enough time to process the words, before he's on top of you and your focus is shifted back to him. And you don't think you've ever been so relaxed laying in bed with a monster. Later that night, when you were alone in your room, you felt butterflies at the thought of being his favorite. Even if you were nothing but a toy. Even if tomorrow when you stumble upon him in the hallway, or when he calls for you to make him company in his throne room, he'll be as distant and cold as the moon.
#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#soft sukuna#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jjk#ryomen sukuna#sukuna#if this is horribly formatted its bc im posting from my phone đ#i wrote another one!!!#soft sukuna rent free in my head these days#well as soft as he gets..
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