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mxilkyways · 2 months ago

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Sweet Affairs

summary: after a hunt gone awry, dean is pissed that the reader had put her life on the line - however, through concealed feelings and misguided judgement the reader refuses to see why dean is so worked up. An argument ensues between the pair that reveal hidden emotions and lead to them indulging in what they both had been craving for so long.

warnings: very heavy smut (⚠️), all the shenanigans

pairing: dean winchester x f!reader

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” his voice was taunt, gritted through clenched teeth as the door to the cheap motel slammed shut behind him.

Your jaw ticked, vein popping from under your skin as you swallowed down the obscenities you were tempted to spew at him. The tense silence on the car ride back had paid no help in trying to douse the frustration and insults whirling through your mind, rather having provided you the opportunity to stare daggers into the side of his head.

Your quietness seemed to push Dean even further, a disgruntled huff passing his lips as his fingers curled around your forearm; whirling you towards him. You whined in protest, attempting to tug yourself from his grip however his hold just tightened.

“Dont. Dont you dare try to pull away.” his tone left no room for argument and so you reluctantly stopped resisting. “Do you even understand what you did today?”

Your eyes narrowed, mirroring his, as you swallowed harshly. You could feel the anger in his hold, his fingertips dug in so hard there’s no doubt bruises would be left behind, yet it only served to fuel your own rage.

“Im not a baby, Dean. Of course i know what I did — i had a choice to make and I did what I thought was right.” venom leaked from your tongue, speaking to him in a manner that portrayed him as a petulant child.

A growl emitted low within his chest, his restraint clear on the verge of snapping. You watched as his head pivoted to the side, tongue darting out to wet his lips. It was barely a few seconds of peace before a scoff was drawn from his throat followed by the chastising echo of a laugh.

“Bullshit. You’re exactly what a fucking baby is — you got no goddamn brains throwing yourself into danger like that. You nearly got yourself killed, what about that screamed right to you?” he was provoking you, trying to get you to admit you were wrong but you were too stubborn for your own good.

Your eyes scanned over his face as you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, biting so hard a metallic tang bled against your mouth. You noticed his gaze drop before he subconsciously moved, running his thumb along the outline of your bottom lip; pulling it from between your teeth.

You jerked your head backwards, away from his touch. “You’re acting like you wouldn’t do the same —“

“Its different” his words cut through yours. You glared at him again yet he seemed to pay no attention, his focus solely drawn to the blood that stained the cracks of your lips “you’re different”

This caused you to reel back, your arm yanking from his grip. Your chest heaved as disbelief coursed through your veins; eyes drawn almost into slits. Dean cursed as his fist clenched, dropping down to his side.

“Are you kidding me? How am I different, Dean? I had every right to do what I did and so what if I put my life at risk — the goddamn vampires are dead, thats all that should matter” your voice was raising with every word that left, your emotions coming to a boil.

You were about ready to turn and leave when Dean closed the distance between the two of you, his chest pressed so closely against yours you could feel the beat of his heart as it hammered against his ribcage. His fingers moulded to your chin, twisting so you had no choice but to look at him. His hold was so tight your cheeks squished inwards, your lips pouting involuntarily.

“You dont get it do you?” his tone was so grating you were left stunned, chests fitting together as you both struggled to cool down “I cant lose you — and when you do stupid shit like this, it scares me.”

Silence seemed to filter through the air as you registered his words, brain churning to try and decipher exactly what he was implying. His gaze jumped around your face, from your eyes to your lips, to your cheeks as his fingers flexed.

His hold loosened, hand sliding to the back of your neck as he now cradled you. His thumb swiped idly across your flesh, soothing down the impressions his nails had left behind. His lips drew into a thin line, an indication he was battling whatever was running through his mind, before his eyes snapped back to yours; a newfound sense of determination clear.

“I care about you, okay?” he paused, letting the words hang in the air “more than id ever bothered to admit to myself — to admit to you. You’re different because i dont know how the hell I would ever be able to live with myself if something happened to you.”

“Dean, I —” the words got caught in your throat, a tight coil forming within your stomach. Your tone was no longer harsh rather it was weak, like all the air had been sucked from your lungs.

“Just listen… please” his eyes were half glossed over, his eyebrows drawn together in a desperate act of pleading. He didn’t wait for you to respond before he spoke again.

“Ive tried so hard to push down my feelings but you make it so goddamn difficult when every time you walk into the room, I feel like being sick because I’ve never seen someone so beautiful. I thought… I thought you’d cursed me, bewitched me cause’ there was no way I was finally falling in love with you, but then I realized that maybe — maybe you’re just that perfect.” his eyes closed momentarily, a sharp inhale whistling in the space between us. “I hate you for it, sometimes - having made me fall in love with you because when you do the things you did today, I panic. I would do anything to protect you but at times like this I feel so useless, helpless that I cant just take you away from every bad thing in this universe… m’ sorry for getting angry but can you blame me? I dont want to lose the only pure thing I was given the honor of loving in this godawful life”

Your lips were parted as you took in every word that left his tongue. You stood, frozen, your hands itching to reach out, touch him, show him how much his words meant to you. There seemed to be a buzzing in the air that vibrated against your skin, causing goosebumps to awake on your skin.

“You’re not joking are you?” the sentence sounded dumb the moment it entered into the space however your brain was running overdrive and it was impossible to control what slipped out.

Deans head fell back, a dry laugh tugging at his throat before he drew back, gazing at you with such disbelief. “Are you seriously asking me that?”

“No” you shook your head, your own smile gracing your face before you leaned forward; connecting your lips to his.

The kiss was soft at first, your lips only slightly pressed against his as you tested the waters yet, almost clinically Dean deepened the contact. His hands moved across the flushed flesh of your neck, trailing over the blades of your shoulders, down the hollows of your back before coming to rest on the plush fat of your hips.

His fingers tightened possessively, drawing you impossibly closer as a groan jutted against your mouth. Your own hands splayed against his chest, creasing the fabric of his shirt.

You pulled back momentarily, a string of saliva connecting the two of you before it popped, glazing your bottom lip and chin. Deans gaze darkened as he eyed the scene, barely giving you time to register what was happening before his lips were attached to the skin of your chin. He kisses up the length of your face till he reached your lips again, letting his tongue run over your bottom lip; seeking entrance.

You hummed against him, parting your lips as his tongue directly began to map out the entirety of your mouth. Your hands threaded into the hair at the nape his neck, causing a sudden moan to escape Dean. The corner of your mouth tugged up before his teeth were biting down on your swollen lips, your own moan following suit.

One of your hands delve down between the two of you, landing on the prominent bulge tenting his jeans. He hissed, his hips rutting forward; chasing the way you palmed him through the, what he now considered, inconvenient fabric of his pants.

Your movements never ceased, working in tandem with the way his lips fought against yours. Suddenly his fingers caught your wrist, pulling back your hand as he whined against your mouth.

“Ah — fuck… you gotta’ stop that, sweetheart, or i ain’t gonna last” his breath was hot against you “plus if my cock’s gotta be milked, its gonna be inside you”

Your body shuddered as his words reached your ears, your thighs clenching instinctively to try to release the pressure that was building up. Dean didn’t fail to notice your action, a cocky smirk gracing his features as he patted the underside of your thigh.

The fat of your ass jiggled as you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist as your arms linked behind his shoulders. His hands grasped at the flesh of your thighs, holding you against him as his erection subsequently rubbed against your core from outside your shorts.

His lips met yours again in another feverish kiss as he began to lead you both over to the edge of the bed. With a soft thud your back hit the sheets, the mattress creaking under the newfound weight. His body caged atop yours, his forearms resting either side of your head as his hips slotted between your legs.

He rolled his hips forward, the rough material of your shorts snagging against your underwear; eliciting a moan from your lips. “shit, dean — need you so bad”

Your words caused him to hum against you yet something seemed to snap inside him as he picked up his pace. His fingers grasped the edge of your shirt, tugging it over your head before moving to the buttons of your shorts; those being torn from your body like it was a reflex.

Once he had you stripped down, he pulled back to admire you — sprawled out on the bed, hair tossed about, chest heaving. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed, like he was a man starved.

“Fucking hell” he muttered under his breath before diving to the column of your neck. His lips worked overtime, sucking harshly at your already reddening skin before his tongue would soothe over his art; licking a stripe up the column of your throat.

Your head fell backwards against the pillows, allowing him more access to assault your flesh. You were already a moaning mess and he hadn’t even touched you.

His fingers skimmed up the sides of your stomach, lifting your back off the bed as he fished the bra from your chest. His lips memorized their way down your neck, leaving marks along your collarbone before he paused just above your breasts. His eyes filtered up to yours through his lashes, silently asking you for permission.

“Please — please” you begged autonomously. At your signal, he wasted no time. His hands cupped around your breasts, kneading them as his mouth sucked and devoured your hardened peaks simultaneously. His teeth grazed along your skin, your back arching off the mattress as your legs tightened around his waist.

“So beautiful” he whispered as he continued to abuse your breasts. With a harsh pop, he pulled away from your chest, pushing up to capture your lips with his. “Cant wait to taste that pretty pussy of yours, baby”

You mewled against his lips, your underwear no doubt soaked through to the point of it being transparent.

“You gonna let me taste you, sweetheart? Please, let me taste you”

You clearly came undone right then. Your nails dug into the sheets beside you as you breathlessly pleaded for him to touch you. He gave a satisfactory hum before his fingers breached the edge of your panties, toying with the lace against your plush hip.

“Pretty little thing” he purred as he moved to spread your legs, settling himself on his knees at the end of the bed.

He trailed a line of wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, his hands placed with such a forceful grip to keep your legs pried open for him. You watched him with bated breath, your lip sucked between your teeth again.

His nose skimmed along your skin as he made his way up torturously slow. His nose nudged against your clothed core as his mouth came to a pause at the edge of your underwear. His tongue darted out, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva over the lace as it soaked through to your searing flesh underneath.

His teeth grabbed the top of your panties, sliding them down your legs until you were bare in front of him. An animalistic growl tore from his chest as his eyes locked into your core; glistening in a sweetness he was dying to savour.

He tightened his hold on your thighs before roughly yanking you towards him, causing you to yelp in surprise. He huffed out a laugh, the air blowing out on your bare cunt. You shuddered, your legs closing instinctively - wrong move.

Deans fingers flexed as he forced open your thighs again, his eyes staring up at you with a fiery desire. “Do that again. I fucking dare you” he scolded, the vein in his neck popping in frustration.

You could only whine out a pathetic ‘sorry’ which seemed good enough for Dean as seconds later his tongue was pressed between your folds.

“Goddamn, baby — you gonna get me pussy drunk with how sweet you taste” an incessant spew of moans fall past your lips as he drinks you in, slurping at your cunt like its the best thing he’s ever eaten.

He hooks your leg over his shoulder, giving him better access to delve his tongue deeper, ravaging every part of you he can reach. Your heel digs into the crease of his back, a pitiful attempt at grounding yourself before you spill against his mouth.

Dean hums against you, the vibrations nearly snapping the coil that has built within your stomach. He feels your legs shake, one hand coming up to rub encouraging circles.

He pulls his mouth away; his nose, lips and chin glistening with your slick and the sight almost sends you over the edge. Instantaneously his fingers replace his absence, toying with your cunt as his thumb moves to tease at your clit.

A slew of curses are thrown into the air as you messily grab at his hand on your thigh, intertwining your fingers with his. His efforts are relentless, pumping in and out of you as you drip down his digits and create a pool on the sheets underneath.

It’s once he curls his fingers inside you that the rubber-band finally snaps and your whole body spasms around him. His fingers work you through it, swirling around your folds as he coats his hand in your release.

“God — you’re too fucking good to me, feeding me when I’ve been so hungry for you” he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean as he groans in fulfillment. He licks his lips, swiping your wetness from off his chin as if he was savoring every last drop of you.

You watch him with half-lidded eyes, your lips parted as small puffs of air tear from your lungs. The sight of him licking himself clean of you has your core throbbing again, a new wave of slick coating your walls.

You push yourself onto your elbows, your hand reaching out to grasp his jaw as you bring him up to your mouth; tongues clashing together in a battle of dominance. His hips rut into the mattress, his erection boarding painful from the lack of attention.

His fingers thread into your hair, wrapping around sweat-slicked strands as he continues to wreck your lips.

“You taste that, my pretty girl? Taste how fucking good you are” he groans into your mouth, making sure to run his tongue over every inch of your gums “Need more… need to stuff your pussy full of my cock — need to fill you up”

A whine pours from your throat yet not a second is wasted as your digits tug at the hem of his shirt. In one fluid movement, the fabric is stripped from his body; his muscle’s flexing as he settles back down between you.

Your cunt tightens around air as your gaze rakes over his body, every crease and hollow is reflected under the dim lighting of the room. Involuntarily your hips rock forward, brushing against his stomach.

“Ah — shit” he curses, his eyes dropping to your trail of slick that now coats his abs. His patience is worn thin, the need to feel your gummy walls clench around him becomes too much.

Theres a brief clinking of metal and the ruffling of jeans as he relives his body of clothing. His cock springs up, slapping against his stomach as his swollen tip glistens in pre-cum.

Like a greedy child, your thumb moves to swipe over his slit before sucking it clean off your finger. A pleased hum vibrated against your throat, his cum coating your tongue like a film.

Deans cock twitched against his abdomen, pulsating red and angry as it sought to be buried deep within your heat.

His hand wraps around his length, a shuddered intake jerking his chest. He shifts his hips, bending your knees and drawing you in closer. He slaps his shaft against your cunt before sliding it through your folds, coating his member in a layer of your wetness.

You hiss, your nails digging crescent moons into your palms. His eyes float up to meet yours as he positions himself at your entrance.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” his tone is soft, genuine.

“Ive never wanted anything more than you” your words serve as reassurance; a pathetic moan escaping Deans throat as he finally sinks into you.

His pace is slow, allowing you time to adjust as your pussy sucks him in. As his balls slap against your heat, he pauses above you — the stretch of him inside you both tender yet addicting.

His fingers skim your cheek, his face lowering to pepper kisses against your skin; your temple, your nose, your eyelids before meeting your lips.

“Doin’ such a good job f’me sweetheart, taking me so well” he praises as his hips slowly rock back and forth, setting a steady rhythm.

Your walls tighten around him, a string of incoherent mumbles spewing into the humid air of your bodies. The life outside is quiet, a stark contrast to the pornographic sloshing of his cock as it squelches in your juices.

Deans eyes fall to where he rocks in and out of you, his cock disappearing between your folds before emerging lathered in your wetness.

“Thats it baby, keeping suckin’ me in — fuck, you feel so good” his pace is becoming dreadfully slow, your body craves to feel every inch of him as he utterly destroys you

“Need you to go faster, Dean” you mewl, fingers curling around his bicep as if you could pull him to go harder.

Immediately his hips snapped forward, sheathing himself fully inside you before pumping in and out at a brutal rate. The fat of your ass rippled relentlessly, your breasts bouncing in sync as he continued to batter your cunt.

Your head lolled back, back subconsciously arching off the bed to take him deeper, feel every vein as it brushes your cervix. His hands shoot to your waist, holding down your body to angle himself just right as he reaches that spongy flesh.

You cry out, everything seemingly becoming too much as his tip kisses and teases that knot forming in your belly.

Dean only growls as your walls flutter around him, arms flexing as he tries to fight back his own simmering release.

“Could stay buried within’ your sweet little pussy all day” his hips stutter briefly “S’ like you were made for me — you’re the only thing i did right”

His name leaves your lips in a breathless chant; a warning. You can feel the knot tightening in your stomach — his length antagonizing you, testing how long you would be able to last.

You try to claw at the mattress, attempting to break away as the sensation overwhelms you but he holds you close. His body comes to encase yours, forearms resting beside your head as his lips dip to the shell of your ear.

“You’re so fucking perfect, too innocent for this world” his teeth nip at your earlobe, hot breath tickling the skin of your neck.

His words were ironic given your current state; cheeks glossed with tears of pleasure, lips swole and bitten, his cock pumping in and out of your tight hole as the only sounds filling the room were that of your lewd moans and his balls spanking against the flesh of your ass.

“Ive got you, pretty girl” at his signal the heat in your belly boiled over, body spasming under him as your ears rang and vision turned bleary.

Through your haze you barely made out the approval of his words, his voice strained and low; “Look at you, creamin’ around my cock”

He worked you through your high, pace keeping steady before he suddenly pulled out; thick ropes of cum painting your puffy cunt. Your walls clenched at the empty feeling, already missing having him make you feel so full.

His fingers glided through your folds, pinching your clit and eliciting a sensitive whine from you. He lathered up a mixture of both his and your release before stuffing his fingers inside you, making sure nothing went to waste.

His fingers pulled out with a squelch before he brought them up your lips, nudging at your mouth. You enclosed around his digits, tongue swirling over the tops of his fingers as you drank down the last of both your releases.

He placed a gentle kiss atop your temple before capturing your mouth with his.

“You did so well, love — you okay?” his eyebrows knitted together as he examined your worn out state. You could barely muster a nod in response, your legs still shaking and chest still heaving from the aftermath.

Dean patted the outside of your thigh before he was off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. He returned only moments later, a damp towel in hand as he clambered back over to you.

He delicately spread your legs, pressing the towel along the inside of your thighs and over your core as he worked to clean the sticky mess of your body. Your teeth ground together as he drew along your tender flesh.

“Sorry, pretty lady, but i gotta get you cleaned up” he murmured, tossing the soiled towel to the side as he finished.

He helped lift your hips from off the sheets, gliding your bare form underneath the warmth as he slid in next to you. His arm wound its away around your waist, drawing you in as your head perched against his chest; the steading beat of his heart pounding into your ear.

He left a kiss to the top of your hairline, his lips resting on your slightly sweaty and flushed skin. Your fingers skimmed along his chest, tracing along the lines of the tattoo inked into his body.

A comfortable silence blanketed the two of you before your quiet voice broke the air: “I know i didn’t say it before but I love you too, Dean —”

“You dont gotta say anything, sweetheart… havin’ you here’s enough for me” he cut you off, hold tightening around your waist.

“But i want to” your chin perched upon his shoulder, eyes peering up at him through thick lashes. “I dont want you to think you’re alone in this, Dean because i feel the exact same way… I always have, I was just scared of ruining whatever we had”

He scoffed, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“Baby, if i ever rejected you, id damn sure have lost my mind”

a/n: idk what i just wrote

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heyjwi · 7 months ago

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game over | pjs

no synopsis just sub nerdy gamer jwi

(i’m going insane bro. i came out of my coma after these pics dropped so enjoy <3) _________________________________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

it’s a known fact that if jisung was asked ‘games or you’ he’d pick games. he was addicted to sitting at home in front of a screen, wearing his nerdy little glasses and shouting curse words to his friends through his mic.

today , jisung looked way too fine to be left alone. his hair slightly damp from the shower he took a little while ago, and those thick rimmed glasses that suit his face so well. you quietly manoeuvred your way over to his desk and stared down at him blankly.

‘what do you want baby?’ , he whispered, averting his eyes to you then back to his pc. you didn’t speak a word, slowly moving to sit on the floor. jisung smiled awkwardly, oblivious to what would come next.

your hand made its way to rest on his thigh, but jisung just kept talking to his friends through his headset. it was annoying how he could just ignore your presence.

he looked down at you for a split second when he felt your hands rubbing his clothed cock. moving excruciatingly slow. with a soft moan, jisung leaned back into your touch, his cock hardening even more under your hands. his eyes never leave the screen as he focuses on the game.

you chuckled at how eager he was to keep playing, but one thing you do know is that he can never resist you. jisung stopped playing for a second to pull down his sweats, looking down at you before going back to the game.

jisung groaned softly, pushing the mic away from his plush lips as you began to stroke him. he can feel the sensations coursing through his veins, his hips moving rhythmically with your hand, seeking more pleasure.

his moans grow louder now as he reached to mute his mic, which he unknowingly misses since his first instinct was gripping the side of the chair instead. ‘baby go faster fuck.’ jisung breathes out between gasps for air. ‘nd don’t stop... please’, he begs, thrusting his hips forward into your hand when your fingers grip his cock tighter.

you increased the pace of your hands, feeling him shaking in his chair. jisungs hands find yours, guiding them up and down his length as he loses himself in the pleasure you're giving him. jisungs eyes are closed now, sweat trickling down his face from the intensity of the moment.

his headset had already fallen off when you start to hear his friends, the muffled yells and hushes made you chuckle a little.

‘you don’t wanna play anymore ji?’, you whispered, inching closer to him as spurs of cum started leaking out of him.

‘i cant even f-focus..’, he moaned out breathlessly. you moved to lick his leaking cock, looking up at his eyes, his specs now wonky and eyes filled with tears. jisung lets out a strangled cry as you take him into your mouth. his hips jerk upwards, trying to get more of himself to fit inside your warm mouth.

jisungs fingers sink into your hair, holding you close as he feels the head of his cock brushing against the back of your throat. his hips buck wildly, fucking your mouth in a desperate search for release. he whines and whimpers, feeling your tongue attacking his sensitive cock, but he just doesn’t want you to stop.

jisungs moans become louder, more desperate as you take him deeper. he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his cock throbbing in your mouth, ‘gonna cum..’ he warns between gasps for air.

you gagged on his cock feeling his hand pushing on the back of your head. as his loud whimpers echo through the room, jisung releases his seed into your mouth. his cock throbs as he pumps hot, salty cum into your throat. he holds onto your hair tightly for support, his entire body shuddering with pleasure.

you pull away, wiping the remains of his cum off of your lips. jisung was slouched in his chair, specs hanging off of his face and his cheeks flushed in a bright pink.

the room fell silent, only sounds of jisungs breathing filling the air, until..

‘bro jisung defo just got the best head of his life’

followed with a few laughs heard through his headset…

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billsbabydoll · 4 months ago

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“𝒷ℯ 𝒶 𝑔ℴℴ𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒽𝓂?”

contains:LIGHT ANGST+PURE SMUT<3

summary:after a huge fight with tom, things have been so tense between us hes been sleeping on the couch ever since, completely avoiding me.growing annoyed and frustrated at my stubbornness tom caves in, finding a way to make me forgive him.

WARNINGS:dom!tom, sub!reader, arguing, p in v (from the side i guess :p), pet-names, hair pulling, fingering, SLIGHT breeding kink.

notes:tysmmm for the followers i appreciate and love everyone single one you!

“your a fucking stupid whore!” tom yells towarding above me, pointing his finger angrily at me.

“oh yeah whatever tom fuck you, motherfucker!” i snap back getting closer up into his face, my anger coursing through my veins.

this was a couple days ago when tom came home bitching about whatever stupid thing he was going on about, he then started fussing at me which caused me to get annoyed and ultimately started a huge argument between us.

by now ive already forgotten what caused this whole argument in the first place, since the fight weve both been dead ignoring each other, both too petty to admit our wrongings.hes being petty to the point wheres hes even sleeping on the couch just to a prove a point, but i know hell crack any day now.

*TOMS POV*

its been almost a week since this whole mess, and im going crazy, completely crazy.in the past when we would fight wed make up in 2-3 days but i guess shes waiting for me to apologize first, and honestly i cant keep living like this anymore.i need to make her forgive me even if it means fucking the shit out of her just the way she likes it.

currently she was sleeping peacefully (not for long) in our bed, the tv playing quietly in the background.i slowly open the door making my inside the room, softly closing the door behind me.

*BACK TO ORIGINAL POV*

i stir awake feeling the bed dip behind me as tom slipped into the covers moving closer, his arms finding their way around my waist.

“what are y-you doing here?”i tiredly asked my voice slightly cracking.

“oh..cmon babyy.”he whispered softly in my ear his voice rather seductive almost pulling me into a trace like state.

“you can’t stay mad at me forever you know. forgive me, i know you wanna..”he adds his voice so addicting and mesmerizing he knew i couldnt resist him when he would talk like that.he removes his left hand away from my hip now intertwining it into my hair, tightly grabbing a fist-full of it.

“just s-shut up, go away.”i responded playing hard to get but in reality the least i wanted him to do was to go away, i wanted for him to put out the burning desire starting in my core.

he chuckles lowly seeing right through my fake facade he moves his right hand away from my hip.now inserting and reaching his hand into my pajama shorts, his fingers effortlessly finding their way in between my slick wet folds.

“see your all ready f’me baby, not so mad now huh?”he teased, i could practically hear the damn smug smirk on his face.he begins to glide the tips of his fingers up and down my folds causing me to croak a whimper.

“mmh-fuck..” i mumble trying to suppress the moans his toying of my cunt were causing me.

he continues rubbing and sliding his gently fingers around my sex before inserting his middle and ring finger inside my cunt, moving them inside me in a “come here” gesture.

“you like that?tell me how good it feels hm..” he coos, enjoying the sounds of me crumbling and falling into his submission.

“mmugh!f-feels so fucking good!”i whimper my mouth hanging open, my eyes rolling back as i feel his fingers building a harsh and brutal speed, his other hand tugging and pulling on my hair harder and harder.

he suddenly stops, causing me to whine out of frustration.he removes his hand out of shorts bringing them up to my lips, “open your mouth.”he says.

i obliged without hesitation taking his fingers into my mouth, cringing at the taste of myself on his fingers.

next he lets go of my hair, using his now free left hand to pull his plaid pajama pants and boxers down just enough for his dripping with pre-cum-cock to spring out then also helping me pull my shorts and panties down.

“be a good girl hm?”he groans ready to just to cum right on the stop its been so long without feeling my pussy around his cock, he needed it badly.he aligns himself near my entrance, teasing his tip along my pussy before slowly sliding himself inside.

we both moaned at the sensation god how i missed this feeling.

he continued filling me up inch by inch soon bottoming out, giving me a moment to adjust to his thick length.he then began to thrust inside at a steady pace moans both escaping from our lips.

“mmh-god your so mmf-fucking tight!”he gasped feeling my walls clenching and gripping around his cock, this adds fuel to his fire causing him to build up his pace to a more harsher and aggressive one.

“missed mm-this fucking pussy so goddamn mmugh-much!” he mumbles in between his moans and loud groans.

“j-just like thatmmh!”

“oh your such a g-good little gmh-girl!”

“mmh!you feel so good baby uugh!”

“gonna cum all i-inside you mmhm!”

we continued encouraging each-other throughout, the sound of skin slapping soon filled the room along with our moans, the neighbors were sure to have heard by now.but we didn’t care, our pleasure and the heat of the moment just too much for us to give a single fuck.

suddenly toms moans and thrusts became more urgent and aggressive i could tell and feel his orgasm was coming in any second now same as mine.

“cmon b-baby cum all inside my-mmh pussy!”i encouraged, wanting to feel all of his seed paint my walls completely white.

“oh you w-want me to mmugh-cum all inside you?!”he groaned his breathing becoming more intense and ragged.

“o-oh baby cum with me!”i urgently demanded feeling my orgasm just right at the edge, with a primal and loud grunt toms seed quickly began spraying my insides.he continued breeding his seed inside me as i began to reach orgasm as well, my juices suddenly spilling down my thighs.

we both rode out our delicious highs before soon coming back to reality after a few final thrusts, tom slides out with a sound of a pop out of me seeing the sight of our mixed liquids spilling out of my cunt.

“you still mad at me?” he chuckled breathlessly.

“no not anymore baby.”i reply turning around swiftly to face him, his eyes now meeting mine.

“good, next time we fight i just have to fuck it outta’ you right?”

“oh shut up!”

“oh you know you love me liebe (love).”he said with a soft grin, his eyes glimmering with that post-nut glow (you know what im talking about).

“you know i do babe.”i answered leaning in closer placing a soft kiss on his lips the first one in what seemed like forever.

THE END

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader #georg listing #gustav schäfer

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tagapagsalaysay · 5 months ago

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the heaviest 1k resist spoilers, cw: sexual violence mentioned

im still trying to wrap my mind about iris and the keeper. Because even with the nuance it still swings back and forth between sexual abuse and toxic relationship. But also you have the excuse of how aliens simply cant operate on the level of humanity no matter how hard they tried. Its also in the vein of that alien trope where humans interacting with aliens inevitably end up in a misunderstanding that turns into violence etc.

I want to consider the possibility that communions are very very vulnerable to misinterpretation and/or becoming an unreliable narrator type as depicted, and how Youngest might have interpreted her first sex ed talk and when she saw Iris communing with the keepers as like oh theyre fucking.

Is communion a one to one comparison to sex is kind of the funniest sentence to conjure but its still so tricky because of all the definitions. Even in the name its like. It is intimate and sharing memories but the clones don't necessarily view it as sex.

This shit is so hard to wrap my head around considering the inception aspect of the narrative but you get the gist. And its also funny that the game riffs off itself for cultivating this level of discussion. But also i just wanna sort shit out. That one review/advice article was right about making a journal for this game because you need to remember SO MUCH to keep track of imagery and parallels

#post #1000xresist

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ruinmegently · 1 year ago

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— CREATURE

/* Ramattra and Genji have a moment. */

"We are brothers in our oppression, if not in our ideologies."

"Yet you still call him brother."

The creature cants his head, peering at Genji as if the cyborg is a worm struggling in the dirt — dragged up by a heavy rain.

That is what Genji has taken to calling this beast of war. Creature. Not because of Ramattra's machinery or metal parts or rogue coils, but for the tint of the soul simmering wildly beneath those wires. The omnic sits in a meditative pose, bound by tight hardlight restraints that light the dark room with a faint teal glow. Stuck to the cement floor. Yet Genji feels small when pinned by that rough gaze.

"Your point, cyborg."

He could, maybe, pace. Be loose and liquid. Cocky, like Cassidy who'd entered the cell with a cigar and a swagger. Or Dr. Ziegler, stiff and no-nonsense and somehow far more spooky than Genji remembered her. His peers had pressed for knowledge about Null Sector's future plans and found only resistance against metal.

But Genji isn't here to interrogate.

He sits cross-legged in front of the Ravager. Elbows anchored on knees, chin resting between his palms. So small in the shadow of an omnic forced to bend.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Genji asks after a long moment of silence. Ramattra only stares. "I could ... bring you a pillow?"

"I have no need for your supplications."

Genji raises a brow. Supplications — as if, even imprisoned, Ramattra believes he holds a power worthy enough to make his captors grovel. Or, no. Not power.

Conviction.

Speaking of which.

Genji digs into the deep pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a single metallic orb. It hums with yellow light running through its intricately carved veins. The omnic before him tenses, like a widening of eyes.

"He wanted you to have this."

"I have no—"

"No need for it, yes. I told him you would say something like that."

But still, Genji places the orb on the ground and rolls it forward. It crosses the space between them and bops Ramattra on the knee.

The creature can neither accept nor deny the gift, arms restrained. His head tilts down to stare at it instead.

"It is an orb of har—"

"I know what it is."

Where others might see silence in the eerily still way Ramattra holds himself, Genji has spent enough time living with the Shambali monks to recognize the language of despair.

"Why did he not bring it himself?"

"I think you know the answer to that, too."

Genji unfurls, rising with practiced grace. He turns to leave the cell.

"What," Ramattra calls after him, voice a hateful, smooth rumble. "No questions on what I plan to do to you, your friends, your kind?"

The cyborg doesn't pause until he reaches the door, fingers on its handle.

"You would never hurt him, would you?"

"Explain."

"Zenyatta. You stand on opposing sides, but you would never hurt him."

If Genji senses confusion from the predator he's turned his back on, he doesn't speak word of it.

"Of course not," Ramattra says. "He is my brother."

A laugh spills from Genji like a bark. Harsh. Cold. He shakes his head. Tugs on the handle.

"I'll get you a pillow," he says, pulling the door shut behind him.

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imagineswriting47 · 2 years ago

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You Can't Save Me

Prologue

A/N: This is for the Anon that asked Hi! Could you write something (can be 1-2 chapters if you like♡) with the reader being a demon and helping the Winchesters (they aren't happy about it) but (not at the same time) they fall for her, and she plays with them knowing that. The boys keep "the relationship" secret from each other (Dean doesn't know about SamxReader, and Sam doesn't know about DeanxReader). What Reader likes about Dean is his broken will. And about Sam, that can't resist temptation. She loves to tease the hunters.

All mistakes are mine and mine alone

Summary: The Reader is a Demon, and the boys and Cas are trying to save her. But she doesn't want to be saved.

Pairings: None

Screaming in pain as the holy water is thrown in my face. I wipe my face before lunging at Dean, wrapping my hands around his throat. Killing the Winchesters, we'll be the best thing that I will ever do. Dean manages to punch me in my face. I can feel the bone-crunching where his fist meets the bone. The blood immediately starts running from my nose.

"Come on, little Winchester, is that all you got." I laugh as I wipe the blood from my face. "This is your doing, you know. I would blame you, but becoming a Demon is the best thing that ever happened to me." I tell him as we circle each other.

"This isn't you, Y/N!" Dean says as Sam runs into the room. Fighting both of them isn't easy with me down on my knees; I expect them to kill me, but they put the Demon cuffs on me, and a bag is thrown over my head.

"Cas, get your ass down here!" Dean yells out before everything goes black. Everything is still dark when I hear voices in the room with me. It takes me a moment to make out what they are saying, and I can't help laughing when I do.

"Help me! You cant help me now, Sam! This is what I was always meant to be. I'm finally free for the first time; I am free and able to be me!" The bag over my head is pulled off, and the light in the room is blinding momentarily before the boys and Cas come into focus. I can feel the dried blood on my face pull as I smile at them.

"This isn't you, Y/N," Cas says in his deep voice as the boys move around me. I know they plan something, but I am not reading for the burning pain as a needle is shoved into my skin. So I dont make a noise as the lava runs in my veins. Instead, I stare at Dean and Sam, defiant of what they are doing to me. They are trying to cure the demon out of me. Then let the battle begin.

"It isn't working, Sam!" I hear Dean yell from somewhere in the Bunker. The cure isn't working as they planned. I don't want to be saved, and they will pay for what they have done.

"You did this!" I finally yell as I pull the chains from the wall. Riping the shackles off my wrists. Alarms start blaring the moment the door is pulled off its hinges. "Let the games begin>" I whisper to myself as I walk down the hall. I don't expect to hear the sound of fighting and guns.

Sam and Dean are beaten bloody, and Cas is lying on the floor, not moving. I see red. I might be a Demon, but no one gets to kill them but me. Killing those that have broken into the Bunker is almost child's play, and before they know what hit them, the intruders are dead, and Dean and Sam are standing there staring at me.

"Only I get to kill you," I tell the both of them with a smile.

A/N: Please leave a heart and a reblog! Let me know what you think!

#supernatural imagine #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester fanfiction #dean and sam #sam and dean #sam winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester #dean x you

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wumpyprincessdrea · 2 years ago

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Hi everyone! This is another segment of my current project, The Light of the New Moon! If you would like to be added to a taglist for future posts on this topic, please either reblog or message me!

The Light of the New Moon

(Cw: violence, medical trauma, needles)

Pt 2

Nocturna strained against the chains and leather straps holding her in place. She feared what was to come, soon she would experience the searing fire coursing through her veins. The anticipation of the barbarism caused her to tremble with trepidation. A woman entered the room with a glass syringe containing a violaceous liquid. She set it down on a tray, acknowledged Nocturna with a nod and began jotting down notes in a journal.

The woman then rummaged through a chest of drawers and gathered additional impliments, first aid supplies, a knife, and various other tools. Nocturna was petrified knowing what was to come. The woman then spoke, "Now, I suggest you cooperate. You've done this every week since you came of age. You know precisely why we are doing it. Have you forgotten that I am giving you a gift?!"

Nocturna steadied herself and then spoke. "Yes... but....the aconite burns is all. I can't handle it."

The woman chortled not seeming to care. "Oh hunny, you and I both know that it can do much worse than that. This is to prevent such a tragedy from occurring. Can you tell me why, we are doing this for you?"

The woman paused, waiting for a response.

While the woman was making sense, Nocturna was starting to lose her mind, trembling over what was to come.

"Y-yes. My father chose me, because I am u-unique. He sees me as his personal weapon, a tool. He is doing this to see how I can endure it, to determine if he can do it to the rest of us. This is a gift, because most cant survive wounds inflicted by a weapon tainted by this poison. He hopes that through this hellish experimentation, we can find a way to form immunity to it and to decrease the excrutiating effects. Eventually while we may still experience the pain, it will not kill us.

Nocturna inhaled and exhaled sharply.

The woman smiled, satisfied.

"Then we understand each other. I know that this is an excrutiating process for you. I wish for all of our sakes I could do something to help with the agony. However, I need to know how this procedure affects you. Analgesia will ruin my precious data. The data is important so I can find ways to make this process easier for all of us. Just remember, when we complete this,nothing will stand in your way. Think of the pain you experience today as a relief for another time. I truly am sorry that I have to hurt you in order to find out more."

She approached Nocturna with the needle containing the purple liquid. It was clear that Nocturna did not want this. She continued trembling and whimpering, but was failing to maintain composure.

The woman ignored Nocturna's protesting and began examining her neck, looking for the perfect place to administer the toxin. Nocturna inhaled and begain to hyperventilate, terrified. She turned her head accepting her fate, tears begain to form in her eyes as she squeezed her eyes shut. The woman began pressing on various parts of her neck to locate her vein. She nodded to herself once satisfied. Holding the vein in place with a finger.

"Please, try to relax. I know it is going hurt, but if you resist, you know it will be much worse. Do whatever you need to do to stay comfortable. I don't mind if you need to cry or scream."

At her words, Nocturna began to sob, her anxiety filling her, doing her best to comply. Nocturna completely froze as the woman slowly inserted the needle. The woman drew the fluid back in the syringe and sighed, redirecting it to its proper place, despite Nocturna's protesting.

"Im so sorry.....it moved on me, there we go."

Nocturna growled wanting to strike the woman but remembered that she couldnt.

She slowly injected the poison into Nocturna. Nocturna became tense as the woman continued.

"There. Was it really that bad?"

Nocturna was in too much pain to speak, her body shaking while wracked with pain. The aconite began coursing through her causing Nocturna to strain against the chains that bound her, crying out as her binds cut into her flesh. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She looked over at the woman with pleading eyes.

"P-please..... I can't..... No more!" Nocturna whined as she pulled against the chains. Her body quaked as the liquid seared through her body. Nocturna screamed uncontrollably as her body became incredibly tense with anguish. It felt as if liquid fire was coursing through her. She was becoming frantic for relief.

The woman acted as if Nocturna hadnt said anything and continued to watch as she scrawled on the pages of her notebook.

"I see that you arent tolerating that very well. Can you tell me where you are hurting? Please tell me so that I can help you and others."

Nocturna's body continued to resist against the restraints that held her. It was too much. She was left unable to speak. She glared at the woman helplessly. Finally catching her breath. Her breathing was labored, but at last she was able to force herself to tolerate it. She had a defeated expression on her face, it had finally broken her. "I hurt everywhere." She managed to choke out.

The woman walked towards her.and stood before Nocturna, their eyes were at the same level.

"It will. But look, you did it. You were able to harness the pain instead of allowing the inner monster to devour you. Now that you can breathe, please tell me, what did you experience? Please tell me how you felt from your head to your feet."

Nocturna winced, inhaling deeply and slowly began to speak.

"At first, I felt intense burning where I was stuck. I could feel it spreading to my chest and my heart. The searing pain then spread throughout my entire body. Like I was being internally slashed. Then, I couldnt breathe. I thought I was going to die. "

Nocturna groaned as she steadied herself again. The room was blurry. She had trouble making out the woman in front of her.

"I... I can't see!"

She cried out as the loss of vision was enough to disoriente her enough to take away her focus.. Nocturna frantically looked around the room to no avail. The woman spoke again.

"Nocturna", she crooned.

"Work with me here, can you breathe with me?"

Nocturna grimaced with a nod, steadying herself despite being unable to see. The woman sat in front of her.

"I know you are scared and in pain beyond one can imagine. But try to remember that it is temporary. While there is no antidote, it will pass.

Nocturna spoke through gritted teeth.

"I......KNOW...THAT! But... when!?"

The woman sighed.

"I don't know, but last time we used a lower dose and it took 5 hours to regain clairity. Prior to that it took 4. Given that information, my guess is that it will take 6."

She pulled a lever and then walked around behind Nocturna. She pulled down against the structure that supported her so that Nocturna lay flat. The woman then moved her chair and sat next to Nocturna's head.

"I can tell you this. While I cannot tell you how long it will last, I can tell you that you wont be alone. I will stay here with you. She took a glass of water and offered it to Nocturna.

"Here. Drink, it is only water."

Nocturna slowly drank the liquid and then closed her eyes, exhausted from her turmoil, her chest heaved with every breath.

"Yes, that's right, try to rest. If you are resting, it may not be quite as painful."

Nocturna looked about the room in a state of delirium. Everything was blurry, too blurry to form any shapes. She shivered softly. "I'm.....c-cold....."

The woman covered Nocturna with a warm blanket and softly massaged the sides of her head.

"There.... you will warm up in time. I suggest you keep your eyes closed. It may help with the disorientation. Your sight will come back as this passes. Why not try and sleep. I promise I will not leave. I'll be here when you wake up."

Nocturna closed her eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep, finally fully relaxing under the woman's touch.

#whump community #the light of the new moon #werewolf whumpee #experimentation #bad caretaker #whumper

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acaciapines · 2 years ago

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number 25? :point right point left:

like last time, discussion below the cut!

25. Landslide – Fleetwood Mac

“does this make us a different person, now?”

luz pauses in her digging at hunter’s question, trowel held just above the ground. “why do you ask that?”

hunter shrugs. he’s a maned wolf today, like mari, who rests her chin on his shoulder and whuffs gentle support. “dunno. this is what brought us together, isn’t it? flapjack couldn’t resist hiding it.”

hunter’s tail wags. luz is pretty sure that one’s entirely flapjack.

“i think we’re supposed to be different.” luz turns to look at the last bit of palistrom wood, that gift the palistrom tree gave her, so long ago. it breathes, still, the rise and fall of golden veins embedded within. “maybe this is a good thing.”

“i’m going to miss you.”

luz snorts, punching hunter gentle, but she lingers her hand there, petting his head. mari turns cardinal, flutters up to perch on his muzzle, and hunter and flapjack watch them cross-eyed. “i’m not going anywhere, dummy.” she smooths down his fur. “but yeah. i’ll miss you, too.”

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a fun fact about me is whenever i want to Feel Things i do just listen to landslide lol. anyways onto actually talking about what i wrote here.

somehow every single part of this piece is like. epilogue material there is SO. there is SO MUCH HAPPENING <3 i think this is when i actually felt like sketching out a possible ending for the entire series lol.

first off! hunter and flapjack are sharing a body, here...im still not 100% sure what im gonna do about that time in s3e1 where flapjack dies, like, literally it could be anything (hunter might die instead, flapjack still dies but they dont share a body, they do share a body, they do but cant talk. etc etc etc) but i do think them sharing a body n both being able to communicate is where im still leaning towards. i just. flapjack cant die forever thats my silly guy.

second! the palistrom wood is what hunter gets instead of flapjack (since he'll have flapjack from the start, daemon au n all). and it is the reason luz and hunter are all wrapped up as the same person for a long long while there. ive always had in my mind that this story ends with them planting the palistrom wood, and it can grow into the first of a new era of palistrom trees, heralding a new era of the isles w/out belos...no matter what, this IS the scene the story will end on, however we get there.

but its also sort of hunter and luz giving up on their identity as one very weird person. probably the healthier choice in the long run, but, yknow. it's a big choice to make. things will be different. it'll take time for them to be good.

but they're GOING to be good. they really, really are.

#toh #luz noceda #hunter toh #daemons #daemon au #i write #i love my silly epilogue idea...#just. all the palistrom trees are gone #belos did succeed on that end.#but nobody is going to let this be the end of things #palistrom trees helped witches get to where they are #so now witches can give back and support their trees!!#there is a lot of witch/palistrom tree lore that i havent dropped yet njgkfg sorry #and a grove of palistrom to you

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im-a-moldy-bread · 2 years ago

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HAPPY EXISTENCE DAY

♡ angst ♡ not proof read ♡ slight gore for sensitive readers ( like a grain of sand ) ♡ not really accurate to lore ♡ ooc

Artist on twitter: Elico79068549

"Scara, today is my birthday!"

"Ah you mean that day where humans celebrate their first day of worthless and mundane existence despite their creation being of no effort of their own?"

"Yes, but it's also to celebrate the fact that you're able to live to this age happy and healthy, for the people around you to be joyful about your presence in their life!"

"How utterly useless, as all humans traditions"

"Eh I guess I should just jump off a cliff right now then since you clearly aren't happy with my existence"

His eyes shot up, he didn't expect you to take it that badly. Panic start running in his veins.

"AHAHAHAHA I'm joking of course. Here, I saved a piece of the birthday cake for you! You're okay with vanilla flavour, right?"

"It doesn't matter to me what flavour it is."

Despite his hesitancy, he took the cake from your hand.

"It taste..decent enough."

"I know you would like it! Enjoy the cake! I'm going to go ham on the booze, cya!"

"HEY I NEVER SAID I LIKED IT, AND DONT DRINK TOO MUCH YOU- *Bam* idiot..."

the door shut on your departure

" *sigh * I will take care of her later"

Scaramouche returned to his paperwork as the next day arrives. That was how you spend your first birthday with him.

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You guys were taking a stroll down the street. Well, it's more like you pushed him out the office to accompany you to your whimps.

"Y/N I STILL HAVE WORK TO DO!"

"Indeed, and one of them is seeing the streets with me. Hurry now, we're going to miss the fireworks!"

"What reasoning is that? Wha-"

You hold his hand and ran before letting him finishing his sentence (most likely another insult). Scaramouche give up on resisting. He doesn't know what get you so excited, but he is used to falling for your sudden nature by now. He stared at your back, at your hair that bounce up and down as you ran, at your jumpy happiness that he wants to keep all to himself, at you, all of you.

Suddenly you stopped in yout tracks.

"Scara look!!!!" You points upwards.

Fireworks of different colour set ablaze high up in the nightsky. Like a thousands different kind of fiery flowers.

The moonlight shine delicately on your face, as the reds, the blues, the greens pop up and went out.

He wanted to burn this sight into his memories, into his eternity.

You look back at him.

"Sorry, I wanted to spend my birthday with you this year but I could only force you out of your office. Otherwise you won't come at all!"

You pout, holding scaramouche hands more tightly than ever.

Maybe you're just as afraid of losing him as he is of you.

"Happy existence day, y/n."

He let out without a thought. His voice was soft. And you knew it was for your ears only.

"Its happy birthday stupid."

He deadpanned.

"Fine, I take it back."

"HEY NO BACKSIES! Plus I would pay you one million to say it again!"

"Then... I shall say it to you next year too."

"Ehh i cant wait that long! Ahh dear Barbatos please let time past faster."

"Pfttt impatient as always hahaha."

"I can't help it. NEXT YEAR, COME SOONER!!"

You shouted.

Your smile is brighter than the moon, he thought. Its funny how you get so excited about the simplest of things, he thought. I wish you stayed that way forever, he thought.

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Scaramouche just return from his expedition.

He's holding a letter you wrote just yesterday, filled with honey laced words , bunch of I miss you, I love you and lastly a "I wanted to see you again ░▒▓██▓▒░". And at the end of the letter, your signature and the date.

Ah it's that day again. Perhaps that why you both were longing for each other so much eventhough you guys had only been three days apart.

He remembered humans have tradition of giving gifts on birthdays. He himself have readied your gift a few weeks ago. A of custom made pendant, made by the most renowned blacksmiths in teyvat, reminiscent of the fireworks and fake stars you both seen together last year.

He spare no time and hurried to your residence. With no second waste, he arrived at your door. He took a deep breath, mustered up every bit of emotion in his body and knock before opening the door.

"HAPPY EXISTENCE DAY, Y/N!"

However, his short lived excitement was responded with silence. Knowing y/n, they most likely is celebrating in their room with their friends. He didn't like the idea of not being the first to wish them on this special day, but he miss them too much to care. He expected your loud voice filled with joy, but as always, you surpass his expectations. Your corpse lay limp as you hang from the ceiling, skin white as the snezhnaya snow,

Scaramouche stood still, he froze in place as his eyes examine and take in every part of your corpse. Then, he hug you, hug you so tightly blood started oozing out of your cutted wounds and one might think your bone shattered.

He wanted to hold your hand one last time, but it was clenching something you refused to let go even after you died. A sticky note, messily written.

"I wanted to see you again before I go. Wish me happy birthday will ya?"

He hooked the pendant to your flesh.

"Happy existence day, y/n. May it corrodes with you."

He didn't cry. He didn't laugh. He was emotionless. This void appeared in his hollow husk once again.

Once more, I've been tainted by worldly filth

My 4th betrayal was a heart, a lover.

Surrounded by sorrow and grief, they seek to run away from the prison of their mind, robbing my torso central cog and leaving me behind to rot.

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A fic to myself 30102022

#scaramouche x you #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #modlybread

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sheepcritters · 2 years ago

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no because. the personal hc i have for s9!grian and his sculk infection makes scar hawkeyeing him constantly a lot sadder

as well as spreading on his skin, its entered his veins. if something pierces a vein and he dies it will spread in that area. so scar hits him in the eye, he dies, he wakes up, and the right side of his face is covered in it (hence why my s9 grian wears a bandage).

it will spread otherwise but deaths and injuries speed up the process by a lot

so it's like scar is killing him and corrupting him slowly and grian cant even tell him because the thing that's causing it is his urge to resist the king and scars in the kings court. deep down he knows scar would understand, hes just afraid and oh y god

#desertduo #desert duo #goodtimeswithscar #grian #hermitcraft season 9 #hc9 #hermitblr #sobbing.

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bakugousleftnipple · 3 years ago

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Slow hands pt 2 | Bakugou x reader

Summary: continues where slow hands left off, soulmate au where your soulmate knows when you’re masturbating

Warnings: masturbation, bakugou cant help but nut at the speed of light, pussy owning reader

part 1 here

Word count: 900

The crease in between your eyebrows becomes more pronounced as Bakugou’s rough fingers run along a vein on the underside of his cock.

“Somethin’ a matter, sweetheart?”

Shaking your head, “Nuh, I-“ Your hiss cuts you off as Bakugou squeezes the base of his cock. With a cocky smirk on his face, he watches as you struggle to find grasp on the situation.

“C’mon. What’s another? This ain’t even close to your personal record in one night.”

He watches you avoiding his gaze through the screen and a gasp falls from his lips this time, feeling the ever so familiar sensation he’s been feeling all damn day.

“Well it definitely beats your record of zero,” a cocky grin tugs at your lips, making him roll his eyes.

“Keep it up princess.” Tossing his phone aside as he quickly gets dressed, he informs you, “I’ll be there in five. You better be ready.”

Before you can greet him, his lips are on yours as he kicks the door shut behind him. As your lips meet, a sensation bubbles up in both of you. Although you have had your share of kisses, none of them could compare with one with your soulmate. Pure adoration and lust mix, drawing you in.

Grabbing your ass, Bakugou pulls you up and you hook your legs around his waist, gasping as he drags you against the bulge in his pants.

“Shitty woman, look what you’ve done.” He growls as he parts from your lips. “Gonna stuff your greedy cunt til you can’t walk.”

“Promise?”

He bites your shoulder, hard, causing you to squeak in surprise. “Don’t fuckin’ talk back.”

You can feel the bite of his fingers digging into your flesh as he struts to your bedroom, tossing you on the mattress with ease. Huffing out an indignant breath, you glare up at your soulmate. Bakugou smirks down at you.

“You can’t pretend you aren’t ready after hours of playin with your pussy.” Arching an eyebrow, he straddles your hips.

“Can’t help it,” the whine falls from your lips. “Need you, Bakugou.” Laughing at you, he slips your panties off, “Yeah, sure seems like it.” Lifting the soaking material to his nose, he frees his cock from his pants with a hiss.

“Gonna be a good girl and take my cock?” He finds no resistance when he pushes the tip to your entrance, grunting as you pant.

“Please fuck me, need it, need you so bad,” You’d be embarrassed if he didn’t already know how often you touch yourself. Your nails find his forearms, gripping tightly as he slowly eases himself in.

While its true that both of you are virgins, it was laughable how intensely the both of you were affected by each other. Chalking it up to the soulmate bond, you become drunk at the sight of Bakugou left completely vulnerable to your eyes only.

“You look so pretty, so fucked out already.” Your cooing makes him glare at you, but you don’t miss the stutter in his hips. “Aw, you like when I call you pretty, hmm?

“Shut the hell up,” Bakugou’s protest was weak as he panted into your ear, frame shaking.

“S’okay, I can tell you’re close.” Heaving chest, you reach out and kiss him, and embarrassingly enough for Katsuki, that’s what sends him over the edge, causing him to cry as you both are overcome with pleasure.

Bakugou feels his face turning red, he slouches over and tries to conceal his growing erection. A small whimper falls from his lips without consent, and Kirishima barks out a loud laugh from across the table of the fast-food joint they were at.

“Man, I thought you had your soulmate on a strict “hands off policy”; I guess she couldn’t-“

“Shut the hell up!” Bakugou hisses, trying to sound intimidating but his friend laughed harder.

“Maybe follow your own advice, yeah? Here,” Kirishima shoves some of his food into Bakugou’s mouth. “Stop moaning and eat.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, barely registering the flavor in his mouth as he feels his erection grow painful. It was much different than before, but he wasn’t stupid, he knew this could only be one thing.

As he shuffles toward the exit, he shudders, feeling the intensity multiply, and bites his lip so hard it bleeds.

“Really? Ya think you’re so clever, that you found a goddamn loophole?” Towering over you, Bakugou glares as he snaps your shiny new vibrator in half.

Gasping, you swat a hand at him. “What the fuck! You can’t just break other people’s shit!”

Bakugou looks thoroughly unimpressed as he tosses the broken pieces of toy on the nightstand. “You seem to forget one important thing, sweetheart,” his hand finds your hot cunt, “I own this pussy.”

That makes you laugh, until you look at his face. “You’re serious? You don’t own-” He hand away then, which makes you frown. “Wait, no.”

He turns around and starts toward the door, shrugging. “Have it your way – you can try to make yourself cum, but even if you do, there’s no way your greedy cunt will be satisfied.”

“Don’t just break my vibrator and then leave me high and dry!”

Bakugou knew he would only encourage you if he fucked his fist, subsequently making you cum. No, you’re gonna learn your lesson one way or another, damn it.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #soulmate au #mha imagine #bnha smut #im dying

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star-mum · 1 year ago

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Didnt have time for a moodboard but here's a literal representation of me while reading this:

I shit you not, i was about to turn my laptop off and go to bed, but I got the notificantion and HAD to come here immediately having said that, I apologize for how stupid my comments get as we go along

"emotionally constipated Dick Grayson" aka just Dick Grayson skkskss (he needs therapy)

"mostly from his POV" eeeyyyyy

"Dick could barely bring himself to think about Jason these days" did he ever tho? (not the point, sorry ik)

I really gotta catch up on Titans cause this season 4 info dumping is really throwing me for a loop (except Lex Luthor!Conner… gotta read that one again, still one of my favorite Starbunnie mind meld moments)

"Dick started to develop feelings for you" childhood friends to lovers is not something I read often but the PINING of it kills me every time "When he told Donna about it at the time, she laughed" if I keep Dick sane, then Donna keeps him humble cause dUDE THATS BRUTAL SKSKSKKSS

"Dick took her words as biblically concrete advice" as he fucking should

"worsening each year like a disease?" i cannot stress enough how this is the exact type of pining I experience, is not cute or sweet, is a disEASE and its KILLING ME SLOWLY IN THE INSIDE

"awful, festering feelings" YEAH YEAH YEAH THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

"Jericho died" allegedly 👀

"Watching you get thrown off that roof sent Dick’s heart through his stomach" I literally went "eEeYy" out loud, dont throw me off roofs, I wasnt ready for that

"Hank seething to get revenge on the people who had hurt you" you cant keep him here during a Dick Fic, i will be switching sides "Dick felt that it just wasn't the right time" in all levels except physical, I am slamming hIS HEAD AGAINT A WALL, GRAYSON PLEASE I LITERALLY ALMOST DIED !!!! IF NOT NOW WHEN

"When you came back to the Tower to help bring in Doctor Light - it just wasn't the right time" Im gonna kill him, I cant someone please save me

"Even when Dick died" WHAT

"and was brought back to life….it still wasn’t the right time" RICHARD

"at least, according to Dawn and Donna you did" yeah according to only the two ppl who have literally nEVER BEEN WRONG IN THEIR LIFES EVER

"because of some cult" W H A T "and a stupid blood ritual, the world was ending" OH like Riverdale ? (very unserious, but… there is some overlaps plot wise, no?)

"resisting the urge to pull you into his arms" I think a vein in my forehead just popped out of frustration

"Dick murmured your name gently" OH !! Since interactive fics is uhhh fucking bROKEN, yall should swtich to World Replacer II

“I mean, it's not like it's the end of the world” You let out another dry, sarcastic laugh -> this one caught me off guard skskssk Ik it IS the end of the world but damn thats kinda hilarious

"Any further jokes you could make left you" says you, I have nothing if not my quetionable and inappropriately timed humor

“We've been through worse.” “Have we?” I am gnAWING ON FURNITURE !!!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME ????!!!!

It just fucking hit me that this i LITERALLY As the World Caves In and I have to ruin my own life and play it rn as I read : D

"And so, he gently planted his lips on yours" And as the earth burns to the ground, oh girl it's you that I lie with !!!!!!!!! (i somehow timed it perfectly, to optimize the angst !! I am my own worst enemy :-: ik)

"...a touch that easily swallowed you up with heat from the top of your head all the way down to your toes… a sensation that pushed out the rest of the world, smothered any worries about who or what might bring an end to it"

"When he pulled away, you sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly feeling incomplete… The shock then began to set in, like pulling the knife from a stab wound and feeling the blood rush out of you freely"

I cannot truly express how visceral your writing is to me "I can Feel It in my bones" is the most eloquent I can get, whatever tf That means

"How long had he wanted to kiss you?" oh if the world doesnt cave in soon enough, YOU will cave HIS HEAD IN when you find out : D

“But if the world does end, I couldn't die without knowing what kissing you is like” hey you left this 🔪 in my heart, though you'd want it back… you know for the next installment in this series

“Um - Conner's missing.” ruh roh

"There was no time to further discuss what Dick had said to you. With the end of the world in your hands, it easily fell to the back of your mind" excuse me for just one sec ☝️

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OKAY !!! OKAY … okay okay okay

Im better now

Your First Kiss With Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary:

The Titans have faced a lot together, but never something quite as troubling as the possible return of an inter-dimensional demon that shreds apart worlds and leaves nothing standing in its wake.

You hate to admit it, but even standing with your team - you're afraid. Dick tries his best to comfort you, but for once during his career as noble, selfless team leader - he takes a moment to be selfish, and does something that he has been avoiding doing for years.

Dick Grayson x Gender Neutral Reader. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Angst and Fluff. Set during Season 4, Episode 6.

Word Count: 2,900

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this one is a bit more on the angsty side; this fic features major spoilers for season 4 (and for the majority of the show) - so if you're watching it for the first time or you haven't seen it yet and you want to watch it spoiler free, then avoid this fic for now; the reader character is completely gender neutral - the only pronouns used for the reader are you/yours; the reader is one of the original Titans; the reader and Dick are childhood friends through the Justice League - the reader is the adoptive child of Oliver Queen/Green Arrow (the reader is a talented marksman and trained in combat); the reader is mentioned to be an orphan (again, aren't all good superheroes); major pining from Dick - he has had a crush on the reader since they were kids (most of this is from his POV, so it's not specified if the reader has returned his feelings for just as long); mentions of canon character deaths; a lot of this is from Dick's POV so - warnings for Dick being emotionally constipated and referring to romantic feelings as a 'disease'; this is an AU where Dickkory never happened; mentions of canon violence - not described in graphic detail; mentions of the apocalypse/the world ending (and the anxiety this can cause); the reader is feeling extreme fear/anxiety due to the possible end of the world; technically - unresolved pining. I believe that's it.

A/N: The second part of the First Kiss series! I had a lot of fun with this one. This is the first really romantic fic I have written for Dick, and I enjoyed it so much omg. I was so tempted to write an enemies to lovers version with him, because he annoys me so much in the canon, and I feel like 'kissing in the middle of a heated argument' would work so well with his character - but maybe we'll save that one for Jason (or Hank, idk). instead, I went with emotionally constipated Dick Grayson, because that is sooo canon. he would not admit his feelings for someone if he had a gun to his head. and I had a lot of fun writing this mostly from his POV. I feel like he is such an interesting POV character to work with, so I might do more from him in the future. anyway, please enjoy!!

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Stress.

There were few other words to describe the horrible feeling that was dense in the air around them.

Everyone was looking to Dick for answers, and unfortunately, he had none. Sebastian was missing, likely kidnapped by Mother Mayhem in order to complete a ritual that would likely mean the end of the world. Rachel had lost her powers and the Titans needed her unique form of magic now more than ever. Tim was impatient, annoyed because Dick wasn’t letting him use the minimal training that he had. But of course, Dick was hesitant to let the next would-be Robin off the bench after what had happened to Jason.

(Dick could barely bring himself to think about Jason these days.)

Kory was having difficulty controlling her newfound powers, and so was Gar. Which left the team weakened on all sides. Jinx was helpful on the magic front, but she was far from easy to control when it came to executing plans and corralling her rather wild personality.

And Dick didn’t even want to think about what was happening with Conner. He just had to pray that this whole shaved-head, Lex Luthor impression was part of his mourning for his would-be father, and hopefully - it would be temporary.

All of the chaos among the team left Dick leaning on you. As usual, you were likely the only person on the team who wasn’t experiencing any extreme drama. You were the only Titan with some true stability.

And you were the person on the team with the most experience. Even more than Dick himself. Beyond being part of the original Titans team that had helped to found The Tower, you had been trained under Oliver Queen, who was part of the Justice League as Green Arrow. Ollie had taken you on as his own child when your parents died and left him as your carer in their will. Naturally, early into your childhood, he had started training you in the art of combat and marksmanship - so you grew up with intense skill.

You and Dick met soon after he was adopted by Bruce. And much like Donna, you were a kind face and a wise voice that kept him mentally grounded well into adulthood. But you were also someone mischievous that made him smile; someone he could always turn to for a well timed laugh.

You always kept him sane.

And very much unlike Donna - soon after he met you, Dick started to develop feelings for you.

Of course, back then, it was just a silly crush. When he told Donna about it at the time, she laughed. And when he had hidden his face in embarrassment, she then told him that it was ‘cute’. She told him that you two would be good together when you got older. So naturally, Dick took her words as biblically concrete advice.

He decided that he should wait for you. That the two of you would be good together when you got older.

So he waited.

And he waited. And eventually - life got in the way.

He had a huge falling out with Bruce, things at the Tower went south. It was never the right time to tell you. How the hell could he tell his best friend that he had those big, terrifying feelings mounting inside of him, worsening each year like a disease?

It was never the right time to tell you because he was dodging disasters left and right and he needed you more as a friend than as a lover. He needed you as a brick wall to lean on. He needed you as that voice of common sense in his ear - the leader’s loyal first mate, giving him advice behind the curtain and keeping his head on straight.

He didn’t need to tell you about his awful, festering feelings and have you gone from his life too.

When Garth died, and then Jericho died and the Tower shuddered, it still didn't feel like the right time. Wounds were tender and even if you were never downright angry at him like everyone else was - you needed your space. Dick respected that.

That day, you stood at the mouth of the elevator, about to leave for Star City to go and lick your emotional wounds at Ollie’s for a while, and you looked at Dick with tears in your eyes - looked at him like you were waiting for him to say it. But it wasn’t the right time.

He still thought about you every single day when he was in Detroit. And then - he showed up at your door with a scared little girl, needing more advice, needing that brick wall again. It was only natural that when chaos found him, he needed your help.

He hated that your advice was to call in Dawn and Hank. He relied on you, and you relied on family. And he hated that they were waiting at your apartment, called against his will once he had left to do some more sleuthing.

But he found that you were right when he saw how Dawn bonded with Rachel, when Hank put up a vicious fight against those strangers who came to collect her in the name of her father.

Watching you get thrown off that roof sent Dick’s heart through his stomach. As he clung onto the rooftop with his fingers and the muscles of his arm burned, all he could think about was you. As you sputtered out blood and he cradled your head, unsure of how to help you, terror gripped him in a way that it never had before in his life, because he realized that he might actually lose the most important person in his life.

As you lay in the hospital, a set of machines barely keeping you alive, with Dawn loyally holding your hand in comfort and Hank seething to get revenge on the people who had hurt you - Dick ached with regret and not having told you.

Still, when you showed up at that house in Ohio, somehow magically awakened from your near death by Rachel's powers - Dick felt that it just wasn't the right time. He swallowed his regrets like ash in his mouth when he reunited with you, hugged you tight. He didn’t even consider telling you about his feelings to be on the radar of possibility.

When you came back to the Tower to help bring in Doctor Light - it just wasn't the right time. When you showed up in Gotham to help bring down Red Hood - it just wasn't the right time.

Even when Dick died and was brought back to life by some strange magical pit, a pool of waters that brought him dreams of a far off life with you - it still wasn’t the right time.

You were there to Dick's call, loyal and waiting, every single time. You looked at him with as much love and longing in your eyes as he needed (at least, according to Dawn and Donna you did) - but still, it never felt like the right time.

It never felt like the right time to destabilize his entire life by uprooting the one good friendship he had. It never felt like the right time to truly fuck things up with you.

Now, because of some cult that Dick believed to be long gone and a stupid blood ritual, the world was ending, and it still didn't feel like the right time.

He wasn't the son of a demon from another dimension, but he still felt cursed.

When Dick saw you slip out of the room, clearly trying to sneak away from the group, his stomach twisted with nerves. It was rare that you of all people cracked under the pressure. It was rare that you needed to escape from the madness for a breath. He mumbled an excuse to Kory and then chased after you, knowing that it wouldn't be hard to tell where he was truly going - but truthfully, he didn’t care.

He easily caught you in one of the late night deserted halls of STAR Labs.

The many glass walls overlooked the city - a collection of bright lights that made up Metropolis. Thousands of people that you never knew, that you had never met before. People that all seemed too important now as you contemplated their lives; thought about the fact that you might not be able to save them.

Dick saw the sickly look on your face, the glassy sheen of guilt in your eyes even from far off as you leaned on the polished titanium railing that separated the upper floors from the atrium. His footsteps echoed in the empty hall and you heard him approaching from far off. He made no effort to sneak up on you or conceal himself, not wanting to startle you when you were already in such a distressed state.

The minute you looked over your shoulder and saw him, your face broke from that dark, doomed frown into a haste smile, and you reached up to wipe away your tears, attempting to be subtle with that motion. You were trying to hide yourself from him.

Dick came to stand beside you, resisting the urge to pull you into his arms. He desperately wanted to shelter you away from any fear you might be feeling. Maybe it was selfish; wanting to hold you, wanting to protect you from anything in the world that could possibly harm you. Maybe it was downright idiotic - because realistically, he knew that couldn't protect you from this kind of harm. He couldn’t protect you from the world ending.

“Y/N-” Dick murmured your name gently, clutching a fist tightly by his side to resist the urge to reach out and soothe a hand over the trembling muscles of your jaw.

You were holding in a sob, and it came out as a harsh, sarcastic laugh instead.

“I know.” You said. “I know. You're doing that Team Leader Guy Thing.”

You tried to make it sound playful and joking, but with your voice wet and soaked with worry and fear, it came off as a pathetic bid to deflect.

Dick wasn’t sure how to reply. Because yes, he was doing that ‘Team Leader Guy Thing’. He was trying his best to, anyway.

“You're gonna ask ‘are you okay?’ and I'm gonna lie and say ‘I'm fine, boss. All good.’” You continued.

At least you were being straightforward about it being a lie.

Dick wished that he had something genuinely helpful to say, but his throat stalled with dryness and his chest ached at seeing you so distraught. It really wasn’t something that he was used to.

“I mean, it's not like it's the end of the world.” You let out another dry, sarcastic laugh.

Then, there was a moment of silence - a beat of realization as your chin quivered and more thick tears rimmed your eyes.

“It's - it's only the end of the world.” You spoke these words heavier, dropping any false laughter in your tone - it truly hit you. Any further jokes you could make left you.

Dick choked on his own tears when he heard the aborted sob in your chest - something that came out as a whimper when you reached up to clutch at your heart.

You were genuinely terrified. Terrified that the Titans wouldn’t be able to find a solution in time. Terrified that everyone was going to die. Not just the people you loved, but - everyone.

“Hey, come on.” Dick said, his leader instincts, his natural caring for you kicking in. “We've been through worse.”

Working with the Titans, you had been through a lot. Drug busts, battling against costumed psychopaths, the loss of a dear friend to a dangerous assassin. But you weren’t sure that you had been through something worse than this. Everything the Titans had been through had never affected the world on such a large scale.

“Have we?” You argued gently.

Perhaps not. Maybe the only time the team had been in such dire straits was the first time Trigon attempted to come to earth. But that had been when Rachel had been armed with her powers and had been prepared to take him down. But Dick wasn't going to voice those thoughts to you.

You waited in agony for him to say something, and your tears finally breached - rolling down your face in hot tracks, laying marks of the true fear you were feeling, laying it all bare for the first time. Dick knew that his own eyes reflected that same glossy hurt now, if only for the pain he felt in seeing you cry - something that was so incredibly rare over the time he had known you.

Dick reached out and gently cupped the side of your cheek, running his thumb across your face and wiping some of those tears away. You were so startled by the tenderness of the touch that you couldn't help but to let out a whimper, and you felt frozen as Dick spoke his next words.

“It's gonna be okay.” He told you, trying his hardest to sound confident in the words. “We're gonna get through this. I know we will.”

This time, unlike many before, you couldn't be inspired by his confidence.

“Have you - have you considered what happens if we don't?” Your voice barely reached above a whisper, barely daring to tempt fate with this possibility.

Honestly, Dick had not. In these kinds of situations, he didn't allow himself to focus too much on the negative. As the team leader, he did have to take all the possibilities into account. It was something he had to do in order to keep everyone safe. But if he focused too much on death and darkness, much like Bruce did, then he knew that paranoia would overtake him and his team would get caught in the crossfire.

He had to spend his time coming up with solutions to fix the problem rather than spending his time caught up in knots, worrying about what would happen if he fumbled and didn't actually fix things after all.

The literal end of the world? It just wasn't a possibility in this mind.

But right now, standing there, staring into your big eyes, glossed over with fear as you looked to him for answers - there was only one thing that Dick could think of.

And it was so incredibly selfish. It didn’t have anything to do with the team or being a good leader. It didn’t have anything to do with helping the others.

Dick brushed his thumb over your cheek again, an incredibly tentative touch that had your skin tingling. You let out a small sigh, and the world froze around you when he leaned in - slowly, moving toward you at a pace that more than gave you time to escape if you wanted to. But you found that you didn’t want to. You found his closeness to be an incredible comfort in these moments of mental chaos.

And so, he gently planted his lips on yours.

It should have come as a shock - your childhood best friend kissing you. But in that moment, it just felt right. All you could do was shut your eyes and lean into the kiss, reaching up to grip his wrist, keeping him close to you as you leaned into his smothering heat. His lips were surprisingly soft, and he tasted like coffee - using caffeine to keep himself awake for days, trying to marathon a solution against the impending doom.

His kiss was firm but so giving - a touch that easily swallowed you up with heat from the top of your head all the way down to your toes. It was a sensation that pushed out the rest of the world, smothered any worries about who or what might bring an end to it.

It was the most tender, but most wonderfully passionate kiss that you had ever experienced in your life.

When he pulled away, you sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly feeling incomplete without his lips on yours. The shock then began to set in, like pulling the knife from a stab wound and feeling the blood rush out of you freely. It created a dizzying mixture with the heat that was now boiling under your skin.

Why? Your brain screamed out as you stared at him. When? How long had he wanted to kiss you? How long had you been missing out on Dick Grayson?

Dick could see all those questions bubbling beneath your surface as the fear in your eyes shifted to confusion, and he finally decided to speak.

“I'm sorry.” He said quietly. “But if the world does end, I couldn't die without knowing what kissing you is like.”

“Dick-” You sighed, about to go on a long rant about how he could have done that years ago, about how he should have - and the end of the world was a shitty excuse.

But you abruptly cut off your own words when more footsteps squeaked down the hall - the rubber soles of sneakers scuffing against the polished floor.

Dick jumped away from you as though he had been burned, clearly wanting to keep the interaction private. Both of you tuned to see Gar approaching.

“Dick?” He posed. Gar had a look of confusion, clearly wondering if he should question what was going on between the two of you but swallowing it.

“Yeah?” Dick replied.

“Um - Conner's missing.” He announced this in a nervous, meek tone, not wanting to bring the team leader any more bad news.

“What?” Dick gaped.

There was no time to further discuss what Dick had said to you. With the end of the world in your hands, it easily fell to the back of your mind.

#how dare you make me feel non hateful emotions about Titans! Dick Grayson #I HAVE A REPUTATION TO MAINTAIN #me going to sleep like a baby after having been emotionally dESTROYED by this fic 😴😴😴😴

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hoodhookage · 3 years ago

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just like he taught you

nestling yourself between zhongli’s thighs, cock worshipping him as you gag and choke around him. his dick feeling so heavy in your mouth<3

kneeling for him as he’s sitting down, his back against the chair as you start to remove his clothes. he’s so hard, length hitting his abdomen as the sheer weight alone has his dick struggling to flex upright.

the prominent veins along his shaft, the warmth of his cock and zhongli’s gaze above you has you longing to take him into your mouth more than ever.

your fingers fail to meet when you wrap your hands around him, saliva pooling in your mouth from his thickness. leaning your head against his upper leg as your hand moves around his shaft, pressing gentle kisses on his inner thighs.

zhongli having to tell you to behave when you begin to nibble on his thighs<3 letting out a groan when your hands squeeze his balls softly.

moving back up to face the entirety of his cock. your mouth leaning directly above him…your hot breath now spreading across the tip, igniting the lower half of his body on fire. lips pressing together on the head, connecting you to zhongli’s cock with a kiss.

your head dips back down, tongue lolling out to start a series of weak licks at his shaft that end before you reach the tip. initiating a kind of eye contact after every movement with zhongli that has you lightheaded.

first taking the head into your mouth with parted lips, tongue flat against the underside. his hand coming up to the side of your head, quietly encouraging you to continue sealing him in inch by inch. you’re practically salivating on zhongli’s cock; desperate and determined to satisfy him regardless of the onset of your aching knees against the hard wood floor.

fingers gently massaging your scalp as your cheeks begin to hollow, relaxing as zhongli begins to reach further and further into your throat with every added light pressure of his hand.

your hands are coming to grip his shaft naturally when you start to gag, attempting to massage those few final inches that can’t fit in your mouth. zhongli pulls your hand away, resting it at his pelvis under his own hand. “i know how good you can be for me” he exhales, “go on, show me what i’ve taught you” a low groan forming in his throat when he can feel your tongue quiver against him.

the hand that isn’t already under zhongli’s instinctively takes formation on the opposite side as he follows along, his hands being held by yours placed on his lap.

you start over, mouth sliding off his cock to give him a nodding smile. you love him and how he treats you so well; always being so patient with you. something about the way he looks above you, how much bigger he seems from your seat between his muscular thighs has you addicted.

drooling over him, your saliva dribbles down his length and zhongli let’s his lips form to give you the same warm smile back. his hazy expression going straight to your cunt, soaking through your panties.

you envelop his cock again, this time sliding him down your throat with more ease. your thighs clench together at the sound zhongli makes from the feel of your tight throat contracting around him before your gag reflex sends you lurching around him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. remembering his words from earlier, you know what’s expected and you focus on trying to relax your throat.

your complete obedience under zhongli only spurs him on, feeling proud with your show of compliance and desire to satisfy him.

“good girl” zhongli leans back, “so good for me, keep going” he hums. his voice has the slightest bit of strain and you wish you could pat yourself on the back for your ability to give him that effect. you take him down your throat again initiating a quick stream of tears to fall across your cheeks and with little to no resistance, basking in not needing any of his assistance.

with the way you look up at him; eyes watering and mouth making a pleasant mess on his cock, he’s fighting every urge to grab ahold of your head, to facefuck you until you cant handle him. now fighting the urge of his thighs clamping shut around your head.

every new thought for him is more difficult than the last, momentarily closing his eyes shut in resistance, you take the moment to appreciate his state. zhongli has his head thrown back letting low moans tear through him, hands gripping yours and thighs flexing everytime he makes his way back into your throat…all very obvious signs he’s getting close.

you know his body well and he knows yours. you pick up the pace on swallowing him up faster, his moans now rooted with urgency.

“i’m getting close” he breathes out and you respond by humming around him, the vibrations egging him on. you continue to suck him like your life depends on it, watching him for signs to prepare yourself. “remember what i taught you?” he looks back down at you with half lidded eyes and you pull off, stroking him with both hands and your tongue against the head.

“hm, you really are my good whore” he grits through his teeth before letting out a heavy gasp and confirmation that he’s ready to cum.

you take him back down the minute you feel his cum hit the roof of your mouth and your tongue. you hear the prettiest sounds above you, zhongli’s deep moans raising a couple octaves higher. his hands stay at your head and you close your eyes, your gag reflex presenting itself yet again, tears falling down your cheeks once more.

your eyes roll back at the feeling of his hot cum sliding past your throat, his moans still ringing through your ears as you swallow trying to let zhongli ride out his orgasm for as long as possible.

he removes the pressure of his hands against your head, aftershocks of his orgasm still present throughout his body as his thighs flutter. opening his eyes again back, its to the sight of you, with your lips still shut on the tip of his cock. he acknowledges it with a breathless chuckle and you pull off. crawling up to him with your mouth wide open for him. he praises you at the sight, stretching out to pull you in for a kiss.

just like he taught you.

#zhongli smut #zhongli x reader smut #zhongli thirst #genshin impact smut #genshin impact thirst #i want to swallow zhongli whole

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lovestrucked-again · 4 years ago

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Render Your Heart | J.Jaehyun

(Jaehyun’s Tattoo Edit - @rrregan) Summary: Growing up beside your brother’s best friend forces you to keep your crush a secret. But who knew, the way you’d expose yourself was when you asked for help from a dropout high school student. When your lie of an excuse gets caught and your long time dream becomes a reality. Careful though, don’t get caught.

Genre: smuT Pairing: bad boy!Jaehyun x reader (ft Taeyong big bro) Word count: 5.8k

Warning: Jaehyun has tattoos (sleeves, chest), hard dom!Jaehyun, fingering, rough, orgasm denial, dirty talk, explicit content, wet and messy sex, begging, orgasm control, spanking, humiliation, praise, punishment, teasing, nipple play, cum licking/swallowing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, marking, cock worship, blowjob, throat fucking, hair pulling, gagging (on cock), cum swallowing i think i said that, rough sex, cockwarming, belly bulge, thrill sex? risk of getting caught, safe systems because that is very important to have, also safe sex please this isn't something you should follow

a/n: Yeet. I drank 2L of water writing this. Also thank you @hyuckiesgf for helping me read thru this <3. _____

“Y/N?”

He slowly slides the paperwork off your lap, exposing your legs in the short skirt you’re wearing, the almost non-existent breeze from the fan now hitting your skin, leaving you feeling very naked. His arm swings across your shoulder, closing the gap between the two of you sitting side by side against the couch.

“Y-yes?” You stutter out, your head turning to see his hand resting so close to your face.

“So why don't you tell me what you really want?"

You gulp down the saliva forming in your throat as you watch his hand fall to your legs, the veins from his wrist bulging out as he gently squeezes your thigh for a response. “Hmm? What are you talking about?"

His left hand creeps up your skin, sliding up the inside of your thigh as he tip toes up your skin, tracing his fingers very softly, gliding closer to the hem of your skirt, “You want me to believe you called a high school drop out for help, on a university assignment?”

His hand climbs closer to the inside of your thigh, and the background noise coming from the TV is no longer audible to you. Your figure frozen suddenly, feeling all the tiny details of his touch, the texture of his fingertips, trailing along the inside of your thigh, going up and then back down, moving around in an eight pattern.

“Why’d you call me over?” He murmurs, his eyes focused on your parted lips, watching as they fall open slightly.

“I-I wait – hold on.” Your mind runs in a mess as you stutter out a random string of words in an attempt to think.

The hand on your thigh suddenly halts, no longer gently squeezing and fluttering along your skin. “I’m waiting?”

You realise the nerves from your stomach, from the touch in your thighs, from the dim lighting in the midnight timing, were all connected directly to your pussy. His touch, causing your pussy to self-lubricate and swell at its own volition, in strict disobedience to your control.

“It’s not what you think.” You mumble.

“Is it not?” He whispers, flipping himself to face you. His free arm flies to the back of the couch, using it to support his weight as he leans forward, keeping you encircled by his body. Your eyes glance over to the side, following the abstract shapes tracing up his forearm. The simple black tee rising higher up his arm, exposing his pale skin – mostly obscured by the smooth paintings in ink that wind up his biceps. “What are you staring at baby?”

Abruptly, your breath hitches, your pussy simultaneously releasing a gush of wetness at the nickname, the darkness of his eyes staring down at you. His fingers press against the damp spot in your panties as his breath goes to the crook of your neck. Your cry of alarm being quickly muffled as you bite down on your tongue in resistance. His breath tickles your neck and your hands clench onto the sheet of paper you’re holding, scrunching it up unknowingly.

“Should I stop?” Jaehyun removes his face away from your side, moving to face you, letting his gaze fall on your lips.

Your mind spins around in circles as the inner conflict begins. The two of you had always flirted but took nothing seriously, not wanting to mess up the relationship he had with your brother. Taeyong would also never approve of it, his own wish was for you to find a more responsible guy who didn't have so many bad influences. Which was also hypocritical considering his own nature.

Jaehyun watches as your eyes flutter shut, your body involuntarily moving up for a stronger presence of his touch. He follows along smirking, deciding to press a little harder as he finds your sensitive clit.

“Fu-ckkk” You draw out, your body sinking deeper into the couch.

He towers over you, his shoulders squared and blocking your view from anything behind him. His dark eyes sweep over you, his gaze trailing from where his finger presses, up to your naturally pink lips before he lets out a low, deep, exhale of desire.

“Can I continue?” He whispers, leaving a soft kiss at the corner of your jaw.

Your hand still holding onto the paperwork is now crushed, the sheet mushed into a ball as you dig your fingers into it. Your other hand leaves the couch, reaching out to his chest, flattening weakly against his muscles. “Jae- th-this, fuck, we ca-cant do this.”

“Why not?” He pauses for a few seconds, waiting for an answer, but nothing forms out of your mouth, only the lifting of your hips to meet his touch yet again.

His drawn back to your clit when you can’t respond, gently pinching at it through the fabric as you let out a stifled moan. Your palm weakens against his chest as your strength drains from your body, achieving nothing. You may as well try pushing a whole truck instead. Jaehyun wasn’t budging, his muscle and strength, his chest and shoulders, alarmingly hard. And truth be told, you weren’t trying to get him off.

You knew you were slipping, losing your grip on your rationality as you moan out again feeling his fingers tease your clit through the thin material of your underwear. As your body relaxes into the couch, your skirt slides up, revealing the little amount of skin left unseen, all the way to your panties. His weight is still barely on you but his leg wedges between your knees as he kisses closer to your parted mouth.

“What about my brother?” You stutter out, your eyes squeezed shut at the sudden contact.

Jaehyun’s lips brushes against yours, forming a smirk after hearing your words, “Taeyong? He won’t know,” he places a soft peck, “unless you tell him.”

It sounded safe right? Jaehyun wouldn't tell him and there’s no way you ever would. You nod along to your thoughts, but within the next second, Jaehyun is devouring your lips. His hand which previously laid against the couch, now cupping your cheek as his other hand continues to rub you through your panties.

Your arousal grows as you realise how screwed you were if Taeyong saw this, how you probably looked so helpless pinned underneath his best friend’s figure. Jaehyun continues, both stimulating you and checking the level of your arousal. The ripples of lewd, mind numbing pleasure racing through your body making you panic, as you constantly try to detect the sound of the shower in the background. Waiting for it to stop and for Taeyong to come trampling through the scene. Your pussy was oozing and throbbing, obeying his fingers and his crushing desire as you panicked for your life.

You had yearned for his touch and sensation and savagery, and he was giving it to you, just like you had imagined it, and you felt herself melting under his assault. Your cries diminishing and becoming more like beseeching moans as he slips his fingers under your panties, parting it to find your slit.

“Fuck your so wet for me.” He groans, pausing in between your frenzied kiss. There’s only the sound of your soft gasps for breaths against the wet kisses before you realise there’s no other noise.

“Jae the showers stopped.” You mumble against his lips, bringing both your hands to his chest, pushing him back only slightly.

“Then we should hurry, shouldn't we?” The frantic moan that escapes your lips are left to mean anything: fear, urgency, or imploring lust, desperate to relieve the tension in your lower stomach.

You begin to whine and whimper into his mouth, begging him to hurry before you’d be forced to stop in order to spare your life and what little dignity left you had in front of your brother, but Jaehyun continues to take his time.

“Jae-” Your rational mind tries to tell you that if he was going to keep this up, you might come, that you may lose all your self-respect to the combination of his touch, your helplessness and the thrilling shame of being so close to danger. What is he going to think of me? If he knew this rough treatment, this anxious feeling of being caught, can make me climax? What would he say?

However, the low groans coming from Jaehyun as he plays with you, teasing your entrance, was begging you to forget everything. The humiliation that was increasing seeming to connect directly to the spot between your legs as you felt your pussy spasm desperately, sucking on empty air, aching for something as he slides across the moisture.

As you move your body up, desperately for his finger to enter, Jaehyun stops moving, pulling back his face so you see his eyes clearly. “Stop grinding your hips at me,” he growls, “you’re going to make me cum.”

Your pussy clenches involuntarily at his words, releasing another gush of wetness. “Isn’t that the point?” you stutter, your body deflating a little against the couch, dropping your hips which were previously moving in line with his hand.

“Not right now.”

Before your able to ask what he means, his weight is off you, immediately leaving the couch in search for something. You stay seated, dazed in confusion as he picks up the scattered paperwork on the floor placing it neatly on the coffee table.

“Grab your jacket.” He tells you.

“Why?” you ask, your mind still in a muddled mess.

“We’re going out.”

As you hear the knob of the bathroom door handle fumble, you quickly bring down your skirt, hurriedly standing up and pretending to be busy. Taeyong walks out with a towel in his hand, his eyes glancing between the two of you as he ruffles his wet hair.

“Where are you guys going?” He asks, having heard the last spoken sentence.

Jaehyun throws on his beaten leather jacket, letting it hang loosely over his frame, “You never taught her how to change a flat tire?”

“U-uh no? Was I meant to?” Taeyong asks, confused at the sudden topic.

“Well now I have to.” Your eyes dart over to Jaehyun, meeting his gaze as he signals you to follow along.

“It’s cold and dark outside” Taeyong shrugs, clearly unbothered by whatever was going through his best friend’s mind, “but whatever, suit yourself.”

Jaehyun grabs you by your wrist as you trail along. The sudden change in temperature instantly hits you as you step out the front door. He doesn't say anything but you peek around his body which leads you, waiting for him to glance back at you and say something. But he doesn't.

“Where are we going?” you ask, having to jog slightly to keep up with his strides.

“To finish what we started,” he simply replies.

***

There’s no hesitation left as he unlocks the front door to his apartment - so conveniently located in the apartment building next to yours. His jacket is shrugged off before you’ve even had a chance to slip off your shoes, the front door slamming shut automatically by its weight. Your core flutters as you notice the sound of just your heavy breathing, trying to remain calm.

“Why are you acting so shy suddenly?”

You look over at him, removing your gaze from your feet to look over, gulping as you see he had also removed his shirt within the little time you had just entered, “I’m not.”

He chuckles at your confident reply, gesturing you to come over, “It’s not like this is your first time over.”

“Well it’s my first time coming over for something like this.”

“Like what?” He asks amusingly.

“You know what I mean.” You mutter, your feet dragging you closer to him so your standing just inches apart. He holds a smug expression on his face as you’re forced to look up at him to match his gaze.

“Mmmm I don't think I do,” he murmurs, bringing your hands around his neck, making you stand on your toes to reach comfortably around his height.

“Asshole,” you mumble, breaking his gaze. You stumble back a little as your hands leave his neck, realising how close you’re standing.

Jaehyun wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you steady, “Be careful.”

The pull closer towards him brings you face to face with his inked skin and your attention goes to the patterns in front of your eyes. Your eyes follow the delicate shapes and lines along his shoulder which start from around his collarbone, down to the centre of his chest where the tattoo meets to form a flower. You can’t help but imagine how he’d look if he was entirely covered, the gap between the inks being marked by you. What you’d do to suck on his skin and mark it yourself.

“You can touch them Y/N, they don’t hurt” he chuckles, watching your eyes waver.

You shut him up when the contact of your lips brush against his skin, softly sucking at the vines on his collar, then trailing your tongue towards the ink down the middle of his chest. You bring your attention back to the clear patches of skin around his collar, deciding it’d look better with some of your artistic touches.

“Fuck,” Jaehyun hisses as you teasingly graze along his flesh before biting at it softly. The hand around your waist tightens and you can feel his nails digging into your skin. His free hand slides up underneath your shirt, between your closed bodies. You nip and suck at the uninked patch, moving your head back every so often to see the dark colour forming a mark.

His hands leave their spots, deciding to remove your shirt and you help him, guiding the fabric over your head, exposing your bra, and then your naked midriff as you feel the pulse in your throat beating in a growing excitement.

"Mmm... Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful" he hums. You feel yourself blush, heat rising at his approval. It was insane to you, and without reason, but you desperately wanted to please him. "Baby, I could fuck you all night long and not get tired," He grabs at your breasts, going at them hungrily as he begins to kiss and pluck at your nipple with his lips through the sheer fabric of your bra.

“Please,” you mewl, weak from pleasure. His hands cup your breasts as he gently pushes you backwards, until your back hits a wall and he stands looming over you.

"Mmm..." he grabs your bra, pulling it up over your breasts, then attacks them with a vengeance, sucking, licking, squeezing one while he devours the other. His need and passion so intense, so overwhelming you can hardly breathe.

He lets go of your breast and his right hand goes back under your skirt, finding your soaked panties and pushing the crotch aside. He pushes his finger into you and you cry out, arching up against the wall as you try and support your weight. Your legs spreading eagerly as the sloppy sound of his fingers filled the room.

"Please," you whisper, "Please..." He fingers you till you feel yourself start to bear down the looming orgasm and then he stops suddenly.

You watch as his hand flies to his zipper, your breath hitching as you gaze at the bulge straining against the thin material of his jeans. He catches your gaze and decides to move slower. He moves with excruciating ministrations, his fingers gliding over the waistband as he undoes the first button before sliding the zipper down. Through lust hazed eyes you watch as Jaehyun strokes his cock, covered by the thin material of his boxers, the fabric stretched for release. Eventually, he kicks of his jeans, the more apparent tent now restrained only by a single layer.

“Eyes up princess,” He smirks, watching your eyes flicker back up to him. You reach down desperately, wanting to touch him. Jaehyun grabs your arm, pulling you back as he finally removes the last layer, letting his cock spring free, hard and angry, arching up in its full arousal, erect and proud. The moment you see his entire length you let out a low moan.

“I just want to touch it,” you whine, freeing yourself from his grasp.

“You can,” he pushes your shoulders down gently and you immediately sink to the floor in eager when you realise what he’s implying. “Show me what a hot little cock-sucker you are and get me good and hard, baby. Good and hard.” He takes a handful of your hair and pulls you closer, his other hand holding his dick up like a weapon, aimed directly at your mouth.

The sticky velvet head of his dick presses against your lips and you can smell him, the scent of soap and denim and male sexual musk. You lean forward at the sight just as his heavy cock slaps against your lips and you obediently open your mouth, taking him inside.

He exhales a grunt of excitement and you feel his hands in your hair, pushing your head down impatiently as he lifts his hips and thrusts himself into you. His cock slides into your mouth and fills you: hot, thick, and pulsing with life, and you hear him groan in animal pleasure as you sink down on his thick hardness.

Your lips suddenly turning wildly sensitive as he tugs at the strands in your hair, grabbing your head and fucking his cock into your mouth, pushing the fallen strands of hair out of your face so he can see you getting fucked.

"Fuck!" he moans. "Oh fuck!"

You continue sucking, slobbering, pushing your head onto him and pumping, pausing only to slurp up the streams of saliva that poured from your mouth and down his shaft. You can hear your own guttural moans and sounds of obsequious sucking, and when your neck starts to ache and your lips grow tired, you just hold your head and mouth still, letting him use you, letting him thrust his angry cock into your throat and making you choke and gag.

"You're going to make me cum, baby!" he moans.

As the words leave his lips, you suck harder, jaw no longer slack, wanting him to cum in your mouth. But he wasn't ready to give it to you yet. He digs both his hands into your hair, prying you off as his cock pops out your mouth, slimed with spit and twitching with pre-orgasmic spasms. Jaehyun quickly grabs his cock, squeezing his length to stop his immanent ejaculation as you cry out in frustration.

“What are you doing?” you whine as Jaehyun leans down, wiping the substance off your lips. You were desperate for his cum in your mouth, and he was denying you.

“Not yet.” As his head rolls back, you continue to stare, watching him squeeze and clench his dick and the watery pre-cum roll down the angry purple head. You pounce on it, reaching forward to scoop it up in desperate need with a single swipe of your tongue, savouring its flavour before swallowing thickly.

“Fuck Y/N!” He yells, painfully sensitive and reacting instinctively by shielding his cock and pushing you away gently.

You barely move, your hands quickly falling to your side to keep your balance. If he wasn't going to let you have his cock, you were going to satisfy your oral need another way. You watch as his breaths become heavy, his own attempt of calming himself down. Your eyes are still glued to his cock, wrapped tightly around his hand as your gaze travels up his length, noticing his balls hanging in attetion.

Immediately, you crawl forward, ducking your head to come up from below as you lick and kiss at the hanging bottom, your wet lips running over them.

“Shit!” he moans, his hand squeezing tighter against himself as he watches you in shock. You were shocked yourself but you were more concerned about your eager need growing in the pit of your stomach. You slurp and suck gently at his cum filled balls, grabbing his cock from his hand as he lets go. “You’re such a bad girl.”

But as you begin to pump up his shaft, Jaehyun pulls you up by your upper arms, lifting you off the floor and picking you up into his chest. For a moment your mind goes blank, suddenly forgetting where you are.

It’s not until you feel the soft fabric of the bed sheets under your skin that you realise you’re in a different room. The dim light shining through his open bedroom curtains on your left and the reflection of your body in the mirror on your right.

Your arms climb to your chest, covering yourself in instinct as you notice him staring. “What is it?” you whisper.

“Why are you hiding them?” he asks, crawling up to your face, his hands at the side of your head.

“Because.”

“because what?” he asks, his breath reaching your lips.

“Because I want to,” you sass back. You can feel his body leaning against your crossed arms and you fight the urge to move.

“So much attitude,” he chuckles, attacking you with kisses. His tongue glides through your lips, meeting yours and his hands find your shoulder, pushing down lightly to keep you still beneath him. Your palms go to his back as his chest meets yours, bringing his body down closer to you in the midst of your kiss.

Jaehyun’s tongue is questing and inquisitive; learning the corners of your mouth with practiced flair, drawing sensual noises from you. Sounds you didn't know were capable of leaving you. Tentatively, you reach your arm up around the solid anchor of his arm and your rewarded with a deep growl of pleasure from your partner.

All you had now was need, this basic elemental need, and you wanted him to take you and do things to you. You wanted him to take everything you had to give, because nothing seemed of any value unless he wanted it. Jaehyun notices your change quickly as you fight back for power, your hands gliding to his chest, pushing him. You flip him over, rising onto your knees so you’re now straddling his lap. He makes no effort to stop your strength but continues to pull you close with his lips, waiting for whatever you wanted to do next.

But you pull away from him, the constant thought that plagued your mind being asked, “What happens after this?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, confused.

You sit up properly, his hands resting at your hips to keep you steady. You hesitate before responding, deciding between your words, “Is this just for fun?”

There’s a moment of silence, his eyes showing the gentler side of his emotions, “Do you want it to be?”

You pause for a second, weighing your options. Of course you wanted it to be more, you had fallen for Jaehyun the moment you saw him, but you were sure he only saw you as his best friend’s younger sister, “No.”

Jaehyun smiles at you, bringing your fallen strands of hair behind your ear, “Then let’s work something out.”

You feel his body shift and your suddenly thrown to your side, landing softly on the bed with a thud. In the dark room, you can hear him shuffling before his hand reaches for your skirt, tugging them down in a swift movement along with your underwear. You let out a squeal in surprise but he ignores it.

He walks over to the side of his bed, patting his lap as you crawl over to his side. He guides you over, placing you over his knee, your bottom naked under his hand as you shiver in anticipation.

“I think you know what’s about to happen baby,” he murmurs, stroking the back of your thighs. You let out a choked mumble, your ass clenching as you wait for the sound. “Didn't I tell you no before? I told you not to keep throat fucking my cock but you continued,” he hums, “and do you know what happens to those who don't listen?”

“What?” you squeak

“They get punished.” He squeezes your ass gently, watching it fill his palm, “Here’s how this works, red for stop, yellow for slow down and green for I’m okay.” He pauses, waiting for your response, “did you hear me princess?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter out, heart beating rapidly as you laid vulnerably over his knee.

His gaze darkens, as you respond, his voice coming out almost two octaves lower, “Repeat it Y/N.”

“Red stop, yellow for slow and green for okay,” you automatically reply.

“If anything’s uncomfortable tell me okay?” Jaehyun coaxes with a gentle whisper.

He draws his hand back and you close your eyes for what’s coming. The slap of his hand on your ass amazingly loud in the room, the sharp sting and burn immediately felt. You yelp at the contact, clenching your ass for the next slap to come.

“Count them for me baby.” He purrs, pausing for you to answer.

You let out a shaky breath, “One.”

Another slap comes. You draw in a breath, mumbling out the tally “Two.”

“Count them properly or we start again baby,” he warns.

And another, “Three.”

“Four.” The heat starts to sink into your pussy, radiating through your body.

“F-ive.”

“Maybe you should have listened to me?” he hums in response – another harsh spank following his words.

“Six.” you whine out, crying in pain. As each slap continues, the arrogance you had from earlier drifts further away, the sting of his slaps sinking into your pussy and causing your muscles to clench and clit to throb.

“Your ass fits so perfectly around my hand.” He praises, rubbing the skin delicately after the seventh spank. He shuffles back against the bed, sliding you over with him.

He grabs you by the arms again, lifting you up easily over him and lowering you down between his parted legs. You stare at his stiff cock so close to your entrance and your eyes widen as you watch him move.

“Time to do some work princess,” he orders, hands tightening around your waist.

“You want me to ride you?” You ask, unable to hide the hint of power you could feel rising in your chest.

“Don’t take that fucking attitude with me,” he warns, his hands digging in the side of your skin, “Or we’ll continue our counting.”

You didn't fight him, desperate for something to fill you below. Jaehyun had handled you so easily, like a doll, lifting you up and holding you by the arms, kissing you, nuzzling his face into your breasts as you arranged yourself around him. At the slight contact your pussy makes with the velvety head of his cock, you moan, wiggling your hips back and forth to work the head of his cock between your folds.

He holds you up, not letting you sink down any closer until you groan in frustration.

“Jae just let me!” you scream, frustrated as you claw at his hands holding your body up.

He chuckles in response, beginning to lower you and you feel yourself stretch and spread around his invading length. Then, he lets go of your arms, gripping onto your ass instead as you whimper out in pain from the soreness of before. But that was the least on your mind, finally feeling in charge of fucking him and taking him inside. Every movement of your hips has you taking his cock deep into your pussy and Jaehyun grunts in delight, his hands pulling your body deeper around him.

“Fuck such a tight little princess.” He groans. His cock is huge, and hard, and it split you painfully, but the pain was just what you wanted, the perfect price for the pleasure you desired. He pulls your body towards him, his hands bringing you to his lips around your neck. Jaehyun took advantage of your busy mind, slowing the kiss down, drawing the moment out until you were leaning heavily against him, dizzy.

Your pussy was melting, your juices running down his shaft in an obscene display of need but you were loving it, the wicked sense of control you now had, doling out his pleasure as he moans and gasps simultaneously as you sink down on his cock.

However, when you’re only still half-ready, he begins to thrust up impatiently into you, burying his cock into your hilt and you break your kiss to sob. He was filling you, packing you with his length as you gasp, leaning your forehead against his, feeling so totally fucked and consumed by him.

"Sit up” he growls, " I want to see my cock going into you."

You groan at the dirtiness of his words but obey, pulling yourself up as you watch his eyes flick down to where you see yourself stretch in a tight ring around him.

“So perfectly made for me,” he grunts as you slide down. Jaehyun brings your breasts in his hands, finding your nipples and rolling them between his fingers slowly, pinching and increasing the pressure till you gasp, your pussy spasming around him involuntarily. Your vaginal muscles clench from the immense size, making its long journey in and out of his now conquered territory. “Keep going princess, show me how much you want me,” he growls.

You rise up again, feeling the sweet suck of his cock leaving you, then push back down against him, filling yourself up, grinding to rub your clit against his shaft. Jaehyun moans, sighs, and grunts with pleasure as you continue in a working rhythm, starving to feel his hot release into your pussy. His fingers still tugging at your nipples, bounced in his hands as he bounced on him. But your body grows exhausted soon after your first climax, unable to keep up the same pace as before.

“Fuck I c-cant,” your voice trails off, your thighs weakening as your legs were giving out in support.

Jaehyun doesn't miss his cue, his hand reaching for your ass and the other for your neck as he flips you over, you’re back hitting the sheets with a soft thud in the midst of everything.

“I got you baby.” He whispers, his cock still buried in your pussy as he nudges between your legs. He doesn't move, waiting for you to regain your breath as he gently holds your legs against the sheets, helping you calm down the tremoring of your muscles. “What colour?” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Greenish-yellow,” you mumble, “just give me a second.” Jaehyun hums in response, waiting patiently for your response as he holds still inside of you. He nuzzles against your hair. You take a few more moments, breathing deeply before you’re ready, “green.”

He takes no time in returning back to his movements. He pushes your knees up to your shoulders, fucking you hard, deep and with brutal passion. You grip onto the surrounding bed sheets, his full length of his cock sliding in and out of you faster and harder than you could’ve achieved by riding him.

Jaehyun buries his face into the arch of your throat, peppering kisses into your flesh as you gasp out for air with every thrust. His lips trail along the side of your collar before wrapping around the skin, lightly suckling at it. He tugs at the thin skin between his teeth and you feel the slight pang of pain as he bites down softly. Nevertheless, he continues – sucking and biting as many hickeys he can into your skin, gripping onto your opposite shoulder and tilting your head for further access to your neck.

“Your mine now, all mine,” he murmurs against your skin, “whose are you princess?”

“Yours,” you squeak, voice coming out at a higher pitch than usual.

You can feel the building tension, feeling his cock knocking against your hilt as you move, your stomach bulging with his length. You grasp at him, trying to reach for his bicep which holds your knees up, wanting to tell him you were close, but you couldn't move, couldn't say anything. You can only lie there with your mouth agape, eyes shut as he continues to dive in.

“Fuck I’m going to cum.” He groans. But you were already drowning in your own torrent of orgasm, crushed by the relentless fucking and his deep grunts. You feel his cock throb intensely inside you before it begins to spit hot waves of cum into you.

He continues to fuck you as you come, your pussy milking his cock as he shoots into you again and again, his face now buried against your breasts. He was still thrusting as you come down from your high, his member deflating but still insisting in sliding in and out on the slippery bed of your mixed juices. Slowly, you float back into reality, your body still uncontrollably spasms as the thick cloud of ecstasy still clouds your mind.

“Jae n-no more,” you whimper, feeling him retreat from your sensitive walls as the overstimulated pain and displeasure kick in. Jaehyun listens immediately, moving his weight from you so his hovering over your sweaty figure, your hair sticking to your forehead.

“No more baby,” he tells you, his hand skimming over your waist and then to your belly. He pushes down lightly and you feel a rush of cum leak out and trail down to your ass. He climbs off, panting still as he rolls over beside you, bringing in your exhausted figure to his chest. Your clammy skin and his comforting presence washes over you as he runs his large hands over your back soothingly, whispering loving words.

The ringtone of a phone from the bedroom floor snaps Jaehyun out of his trance, and when he tries to move you cling onto his arm. “Don’t go,” you whine.

“I’m just going to answer the phone,” he coos, “I’m not leaving.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead before climbing off the bed to search for the source of noise in the pile of your thrown off clothes.

The ringing finally stops and you watch as you make out the outline of Jaehyun’s shadow placing the phone against his ear.

“Hello?” Jaehyun doesn't say anything else for a while, just listening to the person on the other side of the call while he runs a hand through his hair. You throw your head back against the pillow and sink further into the scented bed sheets when you realise who the caller is, letting out a muffled groan. “We’re coming back now.” _____

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